#please they picked the lock why would they need keys

[casiia]

virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkward😭😭😭)

[ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚]

pairing .: ethan landry x reader

genre .: suggestive

word count .: 3k

warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humping 

author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think you’re so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because i’m giggling soso bad. also i don’t have a dick i’ve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2. 

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“wait why are you turning? we’re supposed to go down this street for another light.”

the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.

“pitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.” chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently – waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. “get the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.”

“pick up stuff? not drugs, right…?” ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you. 

“no, not drugs. condoms.”

adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly,  a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “oh.”

“i mean, you’re gonna need them. i doubt nothing’s gonna happen between you and her tonight.” pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.

“w-what? we aren’t anything serious, i don’t think she looks at me like that.” leaning towards the window to escape chad’s ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone – knowing it was from you.

“she definitely does, she’s always giving you that look.” throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. “you guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.”

“what look?” unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face. 

“the ‘i want to fuck you’ look.” turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. “just fuck already, what’s stopping you.” watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. “i mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.”

“hey. it’s from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.” opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain. 

“oh right.”

“i don’t think there is a ‘fuck me look’ i think you’re thinking way into things.” stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.

“what would you know, you’re a virgin.” locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethan’s shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. “well i mean, after tonight you won’t be.”

“i’m not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.” walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle. 

“well of course, but it’s better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. don’t wanna get her pregnant or anything.” chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back – almost too easily, like he’s been here a million times. 

“right. how do you…put one on?” glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test. 

“open the wrapper, careful not to rip it that’s important, then just slide it on. if it’s that much trouble just ask the girl.” chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves. 

“oh, okay. what about lube, think i’ll need that?” eyeing the different brands of condoms, he  feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants. 

2 messages from angel girl

ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.

“hey, are you listening to me?” 

“huh?” looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.

“i said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.” picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. “there’s nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.”

“mhm.” now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. “maybe i should take the costume off?” picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.

“maybe just keep the helmet, can’t not dress up at a halloween party.” grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. “we should go, mindy’s been on my ass.”

the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements. 

slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.

the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. “take a few. i’m just gonna leave the box in the car…for later.” 

“think you’re gonna end up with tara tonight?” ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight. 

“shut up, now strap in. we’re already late i cannot take another text from mindy.”

the far-off sound of music caught ethan’s attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house. 

grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.

“did tara tell you what she was gonna wear?” checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself – what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest. 

“pirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?” making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view. 

“she didn’t want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.” feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didn’t want to mess things up with you, he was scared – scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life. 

“relax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“i’m trying, i’m just nervous. i don’t want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.” stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell. 

“whatever happens is for a reason, don’t make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, she’ll make it clear. stop worrying.” chad places a hand on the brunette’s shoulder, squeezing comfortably. 

“right. make sure i don’t drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.” taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house. 

pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.

“where have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!” mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.

“traffic. where’s y/n?” frowning when he didn’t see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.

“she was here a second ago.i  think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.” anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriend’s. “what’s going on with you two anyways?”

“noth-”

“ethan?” 

spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he can’t help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldn’t stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.

you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt  that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off – a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.

“an angel.”

“surprise! where’s the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.” stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout. 

“left it in the car, didn’t want it to get ruined or anything.” looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt. 

“oh, that’s a shame. you looked so cute in it.” pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. “let’s get a drink, i’ve been waiting for you.”

grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table. 

“hm, i think there’s enough for a couple shots.” 

letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup. 

“bottoms up, baby!” bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. “so gross.”

ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. “not worth it.” hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. “do you think…we could talk?”

“we’re talking right now, pretty boy.” starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. “is something wrong?” 

“nothing’s wrong, i just meant talk in private.” taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck – patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.

“let’s go upstairs.” wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chad’s eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethan’s wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom. 

ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments – pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. “do you know where you’re going?”

“not in the slightest, but it’s a big house, there’s bound to be one more vacant bedroom.” jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. “oh here.” twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear. 

closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. “what’s on your mind? you’re kinda scaring me.” 

dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. “what are we?”

“what do you mean?” furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach. 

“you’re always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you don’t do with anyone else. i just want to know if you’re playing with me.” sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. “i like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.”

“i-” sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. “i like you too, i just didn’t know how to tell you.” crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. “this is how you make me feel. all the time.”

“can i kiss you?” 

nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. “fuck, sorry.”

whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. “no, please. again, m’felt good.” pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.

“yeah? s’that why you brought me up here?” giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.

“maybe.” tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. “fuck, i want you.” slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.

“i know, baby. but not tonight.” pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. “want your first time to be something you’ll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.”

opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head – your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap. 

“you’re such a tease” 

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#[ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒. ] #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader fluff #ethan landry x reader smut #ethan landry scream #scream 6 #scream VI #scream vi #scream 6 x reader #scream VI x reader #scream vi x reader #chad meeks martin #chad scream #smut #fluff #not happy with this sigh #enjoy tho

[obsessedduh]

genre: smut and fluff!

cw: simon is a tad bit of a pervert ig, either than that, nothing else. implied fem reader.

side note: this has been on mind for literally a week. 😻

MDNI – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

simon 'ghost' riley who lives next door to single mother. he hates to admit it, but you are annoyingly cute. he also realises that when you come out of your house with your young girl/boy, fumbling with your house keys in a hurry. "c'mon! we're gonna miss the bus, can't afford to have you be late!"

you're stressed out demeanour immediately fading away when you see simon. you flash him a quick but cute smile. at least cute to him. then you hold your kid's hand and rush away, probably in a hurry to get to the bus stop.

he finds it adorable though. how you still manage to smile at him even though you're in a hurry. he doesn't mind it anyway, when you run away. you don't realise it, but he always stares at your ass.

he curses at himself for doing it, calling himself a pervert but he can't help it. those tight pencil skirts you wear, to look good at work, drive him insane though he does feel bad that you have to rush yourself and your kid get to the bus stop, every single morning. that must get tiring.

so, it was a usual morning, you rush out of the house with your kid. the usual fumbling of your keys to lock the door, and you were about to rush to the bus stop when you were stopped by simon. you smile, "oh, morning, simon! sorry, but can we talk later? i'm in a bit of a hurry."

"no worries, but do you want a ride?" he tilts his head towards his car. you smile and shake your head, "no, no, no. it's fine, i don't want to be a burden!"

"nah, lovie, you ain't no burden." you're eyes widen at the nickname. sure, you guys barely see each other, but you can't help fancy him a bit. when you first moved in and he introduced himself, you were hooked. cmon, which woman or man wouldn't be!? a six foot two man who works in the military?! makes you weak in the knees.

"you sure?"

"mhm."

"then a ride would be nice!"

he then heads over to his car and opens the door for your kid, and helps them with their seat belt. you can't help but realise how gentle and sweet he is with them. it's cute. you know it's bad to assume, but you'd think he'd be the type to hate kids.

he then focuses on you. he opens the car door for you, "for you." you smile and go into his car and do up your seat belt. he does the same and starts driving. you guys talk the whole ride until he gets to your kids school.

you thank him and try to leave the car. "where you going, missus? need to still drive you to work."

"oh, simon, please. you've done more than enough, finally got her/him early for school, for once."

"nah, just let me do this for you? give ya a break."

"if you insist."

you look at your kid with a smile, "say thank you and bye bye to mr. riley."

"thank you and bye bye, mr. riley!"

"no problem, kid."

"bye mommy!"

you wave and watch as your kid struggles and shuffles out of the car. they close the door and rush off to school. you both stare for a bit to make sure they get to the school gate safely. as soon as you both see they do, simon stares up the car and drives the car to your workplace. you guys talk during the ride.

until you guys arrive at your workplace. he parks, and you thank him, and you leave the car and he rolls down his window, "when do you finish work, and what time does (your kids' name) finish school?"

"me at two-fifty; my kid at three-fifteen. why?"

"imma pick you two up." you deny but mid sentence. he drives off. you groan and go into work.

after your shift you come back out to see simon already parked outside your workplace. "ello missus." you roll your eyes playfully and get into his car and close the door, "told you to drop it."

"hm, really? didn't hear you." he says with a teasing tone.

"that's because you drove off mid sentence!!"

he laughs and starts driving you to your kids' school. when you guys pick them up, he then drives you two home. you guys go home, and he walks you to your front door. you offer him inside, and you three hang out. then late at night, you put your kid to sleep, which leaves the two of you alone on the couch.

"i hate to be nosey, but how did you end up a single mother?"

he notices how the smile wipes of your face, "shit, sorry, personal?"

"nah nah nah... you deserve to know."

you explain how you ended a single mother because you're so called boyfriend figured out he knocked up and left you pregnant and to fend for yourself. you fight back tears as you told him.

"what a dickhead. sorry you had to go through that. he's a fool for that, but you don't need him. you'll find a guy who'll treat you right."

you looked at him with tears in your eyes, "really?"

"yeah, any guy is probably head over heels for you."

you wipe your tears with a soft and broken chuckle, "you think so?"

"yeah, cuz i sure am."

he grinned and watched as your eyes widen and waste no time to pull him in for a kiss.

never in the two years when you and simon met you'd think you would be in missionary while simon's cocks buried inside of you wet cunt as your kid sleeps in their room, absolutely clueless to what's happening to their mother right now. he fucked you slowly but deeply at first, then the more you begged him to go faster and harder made him start fucking you like he hates you.

you let a slightly loud moan, and his hand is on your mouth. he grins and leans down and kisses from your collarbone to your neck to your ear, nibbling a bit on your ear lobe. "sh... don't wanna wake up (kids' name), now do you? they've got school early in the morning..."

you slowly leaned back up and moved one of his hands away from your hip to fondle with your tits. you were sure you were seeing stars. sweat drips from his forehead and onto your cleavage but he still keeps up the paste. he moves his hand away from your nipples to the pretty hidden bud in between your folds.

he plays with your bundle of nerves, rubbing it in circles with your thumb. your eyes roll to the back of the head, and moans are muffled with his hand. your pussy clenches around his length greedily trying to suck him in more. your nails dig into his back and he groans in pleasure but also pain. mostly pleasure.

he groans at the feeling. you're tight pussy sucking cock him back in each and every time, not a single struggle from how soaked you are. his cockhead bullying your poor g-spot over and over again and soon enough, you scream into his hand and cum, hard. you're pussy drenching his cock and the sofa under you. that's gonna be a pain in the ass clean later.

simon groans, and soon enough, his cum paints your gummy walls. he takes in the feeling of your pretty pussy milking him dry, taking in his creamy white with no hesitation. it goes on until his cock goes flaccid, he pulls out and watches his cum leak out of your pretty hole. "sure took you on a ride, hm?"

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

extra side note: this seems rushed, so sorry, but i'm sick asf as per usual, soooo, hope it's enough to get me a decent amount of likes. 😭😭

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#🎀 — 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 #cod ghost #cod ghost smut #cod ghost x you #cod ghost x reader #ghost #ghost smut #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Werewolf Park Ranger Helps Search for "Lost" You

[Yandere! Werewolf! Park Ranger x Missing! GN Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

"The search for missing hiker Y/N is still on going. The hiker has been missing for the past week and park officials are diligently searching..."

Park Ranger Wolf (yes, he finds the name ironic too) is Lupine National Forest's best tracker. Whenever a hiker goes missing, local law enforcement enlists his help.

The park ranger knows the forest like the back of his paw, knowing every twist and turn of the trails and able to track down any lost hiker with ease.

Ranger Wolf's werewolf senses permit him to hear the smallest footstep, crunching leaves and twigs alerting him to movement. And humans often wear deodorant and/or perfume, so all he needs is something to get a sniff of, and he's able to sniff his way towards his darling target.

He lives and breathes the forest, and even lives in his own personal cabin that he built with his own hands in the middle of the forest, resting right by the lake.

When you went mysteriously missing one morning, after going on a hike that you didn't return from, the local precinct immediately contacted Ranger Wolf to see if he could track you down.

Your family, eager to find you, provided the werewolf full access to your place, pleading with him to grab whatever he could so that he could get your scent memorized.

He happily shoved his nose into your pillow and underwear and deeply inhaled, instantly getting your scent committed to memory.

"I promise, I will find Y/N," Ranger Wolf told your parents, even placing a reassuring hand on your mother's shoulder.

Ranger Wolf would spend day and night out in the forest, the locals feeling slight relief knowing that he was on the case.

Since he had his cabin located out in the woods, he would stay out in the wilderness twenty-four/seven, only venturing back into town to pick up supplies and give a brief update to the police.

"Still nothing," he'd tell them, "but I won't give up."

"Thank you, Ranger Wolf," the police officer would say, "we really appreciate your help. I'm sure you'll find them in no time..."

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

"Darling, I'm home!" Ranger Wolf called out as he entered the cabin, doing all of the locks that only he had the key for as soon as he was inside.

You jolted up from your seat and backed against a far corner in the windowless cabin that you were trapped in.

"They're still looking for you," Ranger Wolf chuckled as he began to take off his work uniform, "but don't worry, my love. I keep telling them that I have this territory handled, so no one will come here and try to take you away from me."

The large werewolf snickered for a second, his massive fangs gleaming in the faint light from the lantern that illuminated the tiny cabin he made the two of you share.

"I'd love to see anyone stupid enough to try to take you away from me," he growled.

He paused when he saw you huddled in the corner.

"Oh Darling," he frowned, "it's been a week and you're still afraid of me?" He held his large arms out towards you. "Why don't you come here and give Daddy his kiss?"

You didn't move.

"Darling?" Ranger Wolf/Daddy repeated, his voice deepening slightly, moving his fingers in a beckoning motion. "Come here, please."

You shook your head, trembling in your spot. You really wished that you hadn't strayed away from the trail and had gotten lost last week, only to be found by Ranger Wolf who'd immediately dragged you to his cabin to be his. He never lets you leave.

You're his.

"Come. Here," Ranger Wolf growled, narrowing his eyes at you as he grew impatient.

Not wanting to get punished again, you swallowed hard and took shaky steps across the floor towards the waiting werewolf.

Once you were within arm's reach, Ranger Wolf reached out and yanked you into his hold, cuddling you against his chest as he happily nuzzled you.

"Oh Darling," Ranger Wolf cooed, "I love you so much and I'm so happy that you're here with me. I promise that I'll take good care of you, and once you love me back, then I'll consider taking you into town. Then everyone will see what a cute couple we are: the lost hiker and the park ranger who saved them."

#yandere boyfriend #yandere boy #yandere daddy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #obsessive love #possessive boyfriend #werewolf #yandere werewolf #Park Ranger #Yandere Park Ranger #werewolf x reader #werewolf x human

[strawberrymochin]

Springtime Fushiguros♪

Context-: exploring the memories of childhood of fushiguros, marking the spring time of you and satoru gojo.

Lullaby-: Megumi caught cold so you sing a lullaby to help him fall asleep. (Jealous gojo)

As much as you love the smell of freshly wet soil during rainy season; the sound of water droplets pouring down from the dusky clouds, kissing the earth; the croaking of the frogs— megumi hates it.

Due to the weather changing season and unfortunate circumstances, last day he came back from school, totally drenched in rainwater. Not to mention, his drenched hair, reminded you of his striking resemblance to his late father—toji fushiguro.

You have only seen him once, when shoko introduced his photo to you as the zenin guy born without any cursed energy; who killed riko amanai. And who almost killed your— nvm. You don't even wanna recall those days. It hurts too much.

Thankfully, gojo was out for a mission along with ijichi and he wasn't about to return till tomorrow morning. He would probably shout out loud, clinging up to you, asserting his precious megumi being possessed by toji.

As for now you've tucked him to bed, beside Tsumiki, after feeding him chicken and bok choy soup especially including ginger with mushrooms cuz that's how he likes it. It will help unblocking his sinuses, getting rid of his cold faster.

You exit the kids room, switching off the lights.

You were almost done with dishes, scrubbing off the rice bowl of tsumiki, humming a tune, close to your heart, which you have no idea where you picked up from, unaware of a tall shady figure approaching you.

All of a sudden you felt two arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Wh—" your squeak was cut off shortly, by a hand pressed to your mouth, "shh! baby...wouldn't want the kids to wake up." Satoru' velvet voice coaxed you to calm down. His warm breath fanned near your neck, as he slowly trailed kisses over there.

"You were supposed to come back tomo—" a gasped as gojo bit on the shell of your ear, "finished the mission fast," he said, "so I can spend the night with you", nibbling on your ear.

He pushes his pelvis forward, so it touches your lower back, slowly grinding on you as his hands roam on your body, trying to memorize every curve, remembering the bliss of having you close to him.

You figured out he teleported inside the apartment as the door was locked and gojo doesn't carries house keys with him since he would loose it somewhere.

"Satoru i haven't finished doing the dishes" you say as he presses kisses on you shoulder blade.

"We can finish that later. I need you." He says, removing the bowl from your hand, opening the tap to wash your hand. "Need you so bad." You could feel his voice longing with desire as he turns you around hastily.

You find your hands wrapped around his neck, his lips locked on yours, tongue slipping in. Every ounce of oxygen disappeared from your lungs as you were making out with him.

"Aachho"

Your eyes widened as you push satoru away hard, whipping your head to the side to see the door knob twisting.

Megumi comes out rubbing his nose looking for you.

"Megumi you need something?" You ask, trying to cool down your racing heart.

"I can't sleep." He walks up to you, dragging his blanket, practically mopping the floor.

"If you can't sleep then go to bed and count sheeps." Megumi gets startled at the voice, which he recognise as his sensei's.

"Why are you here?"

"Cuz it's my house."

"Weren't you supposed to come tomorrow? Why are you early?" The kid expresses his disappointment.

"And weren't you supposed to be asleep now? Why are you up disturbing my mome—" your sharp glare ceases gojo's further words.

"Then, how 'bout i sing a lullaby to you? It will help you fall asleep. Kk." You say, turning your head to Megumi, guiding him to your bedroom.

"Wait—so he's sleeping with us?" Gojo questions stopping you midway.

"Yeah. And yeah please finish the dishes before you join us. Let's go 'gumi." You vanish into your bedroom along with Megumi.

"Such a cock-block" he whispers, leaning on the counter, rolling up his sleeves before getting started with the dishes, beefing about him. " He gets to cuddle with my y/n more than I do. Damn it."

[ A few moments later ]

Gojo enters, as your soft humming echoes through the room.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

The moonlight catcher reflected several lights, twinkling around the room as you layed there along with Megumi, patting him to sleep.

How I wonder what you are!

He couldn't help but wonder; wonder what you are; how did he get so lucky? To have you behind his back.

Up above the world so high,

He needs you like one needs oxygen to breathe; he would search for you in every birth like river searches for sea. His eyes would be yearning, dying for one look of yours since you are the only world he has ever known.

Like a diamond in the sky.

You may have no idea, but the only star in his sky, whose shine would even fade diamonds is you.

Megumi's asleep. You sit up straight, looking at gojo, leaning at the door frame. You tilted your head, smiling apologetically.

Gojo sighs playfully, straighting up himself, walking past the bedroom door. A few secs later he brings in a sleeping tsumiki, cradled in his arms, laying her beside Megumi, tucking them into warm blankets as gojo joins in.

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[kanekisfavoritegf]

BET U WANNA

ft. Kento Nanami as T.A. for Professor Geto

minors & blank blogs DNI pls🩷

warnings: smut, slight power imbalance, biting, licking, and a whole bunch of other stuff :))

So, how the hell did you end up here? In an empty lecture hall with cum seeping out of your cunt?

Professor Geto was a known stickler for the rules, and no matter how cute he was or how many girls winked and flirted his way, he never paid attention to them.   And you never paid attention to him. Your eyes constantly stayed on one of your ex-classmates and now T.A., Kento Nanami. He was smart and handsome, and he never even paid you a glance, not even after sharing a short business course last year.

You were invited to this University Gala for the top students of the year. You came as Professor Geto’s student, and Nanami was there out of responsibility. His job was to chaperone and introduce you to other professors, T.A.s, and future employers who wanted the best pick of the litter. 

You wore a deep Navy black gown; it hugged your every curve perfectly, there was a slit at the front that only reached a little above the knee, yet it had still managed to catch the attention of Kento. 

And now that you had it, you refused to lose it.

“Oh, look.” Nanami gestured across the room. A man who looked like he should be anyway, but here, and at a university gala for business majors, with a scar on his lip, stood in the corner. “That’s Mr. Toji; he is looking for someone smart like you to help him with his next project.” Before you could even protest the idea, his arm had latched onto yours and dragged you to what felt like the 60th CEO, Professor, or someone important of the night. 

“Kento, wait!”

“Nanami.” He corrected curtly before practically throwing you at the CEO.

“Toji, Y/N, Y/n, Toji. She is head of her class and shows great promise, especially if you are looking for fresh ideas on marketing!” The words rushed out of his mouth right before he rushed away, leaving you standing there awkwardly alone with Toji. You gave him a curt smile and handed him your business card. Giving him no time to ask any more icebreaker questions, you turned on your heel and went back to your higher-up.

“What is your deal?�� You whisper yelled at him.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You could only roll your eyes at him.

“Nanami, you have avoided eye contact from the moment I arrived. Did I do something wrong?” You spoke with a hint of sadness, trying to play this as well as possible.

“Of course—” he huffed. Of course not, Y/N, it’s just…” His eyes drifted to your legs and then back up to your face.

“Oh.” You smirked up at him, “You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”

“Wha- No!” He said firmly.

“Oh, Kento.”

“Nanami.” He cut in again, but you only raised yourself so your mouth would be level with his ear

“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you.” You whispered. You were giggling as you pulled away and walked out of the gala hall and down the halls of your university. 

You didn’t need to turn around to know that the quick steps that followed were behind you were his. You smiled as you led him further and further into your pull.

You turned so abruptly when you reached Geto’s classroom door. So fast that Nanami had no time to react to your stop, he crashed into you, pressing you against the door.

“You are going to fuck me here? Right where anyone can walk and see us?” You smiled, “Didn’t take you for the Voyeur, Kento.”

“Shut up.” He rubbed with the keys to the classroom door, pushing you inside before locking it again.

“What is the big deal anyways, Kento?”

“You need to stop.”

“Why?”

“Just stop, please. I can’t–”

“You can’t what, Kento?”

“It would be improper. Wrong.” His eyes met the ground in shame; it would have been cute if you hadn’t already been so desperate for him to give in.

“It’s not like there is some sort of power imbalance between us.” 

“Of course, there is-”

“You aren’t my professor; you are a T.A.” You scoffed, slowly taking a step towards him and another one, another one. Until you were so close, you could feel his shallow breaths fanning your face. “You are what? Two years older than me.” You brought your finger to his chest, slowly pushing him into your professor’s desk as you continued.

“Hell, Kento-”

“Nanami”, He tries to correct you, to take control of the situation. Unfortunately, he lost this silent battle with you the moment he stayed behind to help you.

“Kento,” you whisper in his ear. “We used to be students together before you graduated, and you even took a class with me.”

His hand reached to grab yours, holding you firmly in place before you could do anything more. His voice was firmer now as he spoke. “Y/N.” He spoke a little firmer now, “Stop.”

“Why? You want me, so take me.” And for a moment, something flicked in his eyes, as if you had pushed almost all his buttons as if he was almost about to give in. Almost.

His hand still grasped yours, holding it far enough away from his abdomen that he wouldn’t feel your eclectic touch. But you didn’t need to touch him to make him give in.

Looking up at him, you held his gaze, and for ten tortuous seconds, you stared at each other, no words spoken, and his expression still frustrated and guarded.

“Kiss me.” And he did. He kissed you like drowning, and you were the air he needed. He kissed you and kissed you and kissed you even more. Turning you both around, you were now pressed against your professor’s desk and leaning back as Kento pushed you into the wood even more. You couldn’t even complain about the straining angle he had you stuck in because you were so distracted by his dick rubbing into you. Swiftly, he picked you up and set you down atop the desk; as the kiss got more wet and more primal, Kento’s moans became clearer and more transparent. His strong arms held your legs around his waist as he continued to hump into you like a man-crazed. You moaned at the neverending friction Kento was giving you, humping back into his clothed thrusts over and over and over again. The feel of his dress pants rubbing into you. It was addictive. 

So lost in it; you hadn’t noticed the mess you were making on his pants or the table. You were dripping all over the wood.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you; a pencil, or book or whatever the fuck it was that had pulled Kento’s lips from yours fell onto the floor and made a dramatically loud noise. His lips were pink and puffy from your bite-filled kisses. You went to pull him back from more, to grab onto his wrinkled beyond-belief shirt and make him fuck you. But he stepped away further. He stood a few feet from you and stared at the mess he had created on your professor’s desk.

“Lick it.” 

“What?”

“You will lick up your mess and not miss a single drop.” Kento’s eyebrows raised at your hesitation, “What, I thought you wanted to be a good slut? What’s with the change of heart?” 

You felt a heat rush to your cheeks as you turned to lick it up. Your pussy throbbed as you to a stripe at the wooden desk. Kento’s eyes burned into your back; you could feel the heat of his gaze coming off of you in waves. You were bent over at a 90-degree angle as you licked and licked and licked some more.

You had gotten lost trying to clean up your mess perfectly, and you had taken no notice of the looming figure, Nanami Kento, right behind you. His dick in hand. You were practically jumping for the opportunity to meet with your entrance. 

He stroked it lazily, paying more attention to you and your licks, keeping in time with your every movement. You moaned at the sound of his rubbing getting wetter and wetter, probably from precum. You heard a chuckle leave his lips before he raised your gown over your hips and slotted his dick in between your thighs, You let out a moan at the feeling of his cock rubbing against you, but you were not alone with this; long and deep moan came out of him too, almost louder than yours. Yet he still dared to shush you.

Kento bit into your shoulder lightly before reading himself from you and begging to thrust. 

“Keep licking; I still see your mess on the table, Y/N.”

His voice sent a small shiver up your spine and only made you seem to rub your thighs.

“Fuck! Don’t do that.” He warned roughly, more moaning and gasping than firm and authoritative. You only giggle, squeezing them tighter, opening them a little and then squeezing more. And that’s when he took his hand from your waist and wrapped his arm around your body, and reached out of your neck, pressing in the same way you were around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, you are gonna make me cum.” 

“Then cum, Keno.” wiggling your hips at him. 

And that’s all it took for him to explode over your thighs and now clenching pussy. Nanami pulled away so he could watch as it closed around nothing. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Nanami groaned over and over. It was at that moment, as he made eye contact with your clenching hole, that he decided to flip you over and sit you on his boss's desk and fuck you. 

His dick was already softening, but he didn’t care. Moaning loudly at how good he felt in you as you throbbed around him, you could have sworn you heard Kento whisper out a small,

“Thank you, god.” Before pulling out of you, to push back in.

 He took it slow with you; each thrust had you whimpering for more. You felt like you could cry. 

“More Kento.”

“I’m sensitive, love.” 

“I don’t care,” you dug your heel into him. “Please,” you purred in his ear. 

And like the gentlemen he was, he obliged you. Giving in and plunging into you. Hard. Each time he reentered you, a gasp, or moan, or groan, or some heavenly mix of all three left him, And all you good do was pant into his neck. Sinking your teeth into him, occasionally when you felt like you were going to scream. 

The drag of his hips filled you with electricity. It was perfect; it was everything and more, and you hoped to god that your voices and the depraved sounds you were making didn’t carry down the hall and were loud enough for the party to hear.

“Nanami.”

“So now it’s Nanami?” Despite your tearful face still latched into his neck, you could feel his smirk and condescending tone dripping off his tongue. So you squeezed down on him, biting simultaneously, too. 

“Fuck me, God.” He whimpered into your skin.

“God? Am I your God, Kento?”

“Shut up.” 

At some point, your fucking turned into some weird way to torture each other, revelling in the pain and pleasure you both received from it. You clamped down on him, and he stroked your clit in circles. You bit into his neck, and he whispered the most nasty shit into you. 

At some point, this became a battle of ego, an unspoken game for who would make the other cum first. Position after position, against the table, over the table, riding him on the desk, him holding against the blackboard as he fucked deeper into you. 

None of you would let go. Not until the overstimulation plus the edging started to catch up with Kento did he let go, but his pride was in the way. But it wasn’t as if you were doing any better; you looked like an absolute wreck, mumbling incoherent words as he had you in a matting press on the floor.

Everything about this was depraved from both ends. And you didn’t even realise you were cumming until you felt Kento shoot his thick warm cum deep into you. 

Even after he was finished and you were both slowly coming down from your highs, he slowly rocked into you, and you only continued moaning like a mindless slut. 

“Look at the absolute mess I have made now, Y/N. You are just going to have to clean it up,” he said, shaking his head. He stroked the top of yours softly, still inside you, of course. 

“I’ll let you leave without licking it up if you manage to keep all of my cum inside as you suck me off.” But you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. He lay atop you now. Your legs shook even after he pulled out of you, a deep blush kissing his face.

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[rileyslibrary]

Invincible

Synopsis: Ghost has a fever but is too proud to admit it. You have your ways of convincing him to get some rest.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,031

Notes:

It’s-a me, fluff!

I already wrote the conventional “reader gets sick; Ghost takes care of them” fic, so I wanted to explore the other way around, since I imagine Ghost becoming this giant baby when he’s sick.

To my American friends and whoever uses the Imperial system: 38°C = 100.4°F

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He’s been shivering since this morning, but he’s doing his best to disguise it, just like that face of his.

Whenever someone walks into your shared office, he shuffles around, pretending to be busy so no one notices his trembling body. Even when he speaks, his voice is deep and steady, yet there’s a hint of strain in it.

He appears lethargic. He usually sits up straight in his chair, never missing an opportunity to lecture you for hunching over. But not today. His broad shoulders are slumping forward, making him appear timid and small.

You observe him from behind your computer screen, trying to figure out what’s wrong with him—he’s patting his forehead again. Despite his black balaclava, which conceals most of his face, you can see sweat stains forming on the fabric.

“You can’t take your temperature by touching your masked face with your gloved hand, Lt.”

“I’m not taking my temperature,” he responds, “I’m thinking.”

“You’re not fooling anyone,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “You have a fever.”

His eyes narrow as he looks up from his papers. “For the eleventh time today; it’s not fever,” he snaps. “It’s hay fever.”

“Hay fever?” You furrow your eyebrows. “Since when does hay fever causes you to shake like a jackhammer?”

He remains silent, but you can see him wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to physically stop the shivering. You decide to push his buttons a bit.

“It’s okay to admit that you’re not feeling well,” you say, trying to sound sympathetic. “We all get sick every now and then.”

“Speak for yourself,” he murmurs, “I haven’t been sick since I was five.”

Well, he certainly behaves like a five-year-old now. You roll your eyes at his childish behaviour.

“Would you please let me have a look?” You ask, “I promise I won’t tell anyone,” and stand up before he gets the chance to refuse.

He throws his head back and slaps the armrests of his chair with his palms. He’s too tired to oppose you. He follows you with his gaze as you reach for a square red bag with an embossed, matching cross from the cupboard.

“Why do you need the first-aid kit?” He asks.

“There’s a thermometer inside.” You explain and turn the key to lock the office door.

“Why are you locking the door?”

“For privacy,” you reply and gesture for him to unbutton his shirt.

Stunned by your inaudible request, he stares at you and pulls his shirt collar up as if trying to confirm your thoughts. You nod.

“Nope, no,” he shakes his head, “I’m not doing that.”

“Be thankful I’m not asking you to pull down your trousers and bend over like the medic would do.” You snarl.

“I don’t mind bending over,” he admits, shrugging. You tilt your head in response, pick up the phone from his desk, and begin calling the medic’s extension number.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he says, shooting up and slapping your phone-holding hand.

“Why are you so afraid of him anyway?” You ask, referring to the medic.

“He’s a fucking butcher, that guy,” he mutters and then starts complaining about how his “methods” would make for excellent interrogation techniques. Yet it’s clear that he’s trying to divert your focus from what he really needs to be doing.

“Hey”, you snap your fingers at him, and he stops. “Take your shirt off right now.” You command.

He swallows hard and pauses briefly, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. You keep an eye on him, watching how his hands shake as he tries to undo each button.

Finally, he unbuttons the shirt all the way, showing a peek of his toned chest and abs. He removes one arm from his sleeve to give you easy access to his armpit.

He pauses once again. You imagine his face should be flushed with embarrassment by now. You sense his discomfort and quickly avert your eyes, focusing on the red bag you’re holding. You approach him and pull the thermometer from the first-aid kit.

“All right, arm up, please,” you murmur softly, holding the thermometer near his armpit. He raises his arm slowly as you slide the thermometer under it, pressing it against his skin.

You can feel his body heat radiating off him; he definitely has a fever. He gets goosebumps, and his whole body shivers as you hold the thermometer there. You brush your other hand across his shoulder, signalling for him to remain still.

“Okay, hold it there for a minute,” you say, watching the thermometer’s countdown tick down. Ghost nods, squeezing the thermometer beneath his arm while you both wait for it to beep.

Finally, the timer goes off, and you remove the thermometer from under his arm.

“38°C,” you declare, “you have a fever.”

He pulls his shirt back on and buttons it up, pushing your hands away from him. There’s exhaustion in his eyes, and he’s slumping even more now that his mortality has been exposed.

“I haven’t been sick in decades,” he mumbles as he buttons his shirt back up, “it’s impossible.”

You return the first-aid kit to its original location and go back to his desk, opening one of his drawers. You shuffle through, but he ignores you and continues his rant.

“I fought terrorists, I took down the Russian mafia, for Christ’s sake,” he recalls, “I saved hostages, I carried wounded soldiers through the desert, and I came back stronger than ever.”

You find his spare balaclava in the drawer—his current one must be replaced since it’s damp and could worsen his symptoms.

“Congratulations, Lt. Riley, on being invincible on the battlefield,” you say, “but even heroes need a day off sometimes.”

“I’m not a hero, love,” he sneers. “I’m just better at looking after myself than others.”

“You’re better at hiding your problems than others,” you correct him and hand him the spare balaclava. You put your hand on his shoulder and squeeze it.

“Now go to your room and rest.” You order him, “I’ll pick up the medicine you need and bring you some tea.”

“So you’re taking care of me now?”

“Least I could do for you.” You whisper and smile.

He looks up at you, his eyes getting smaller and smaller from the drowsiness. For once, he doesn’t have a snarky comeback or a witty retort.

You give him a warm smile before heading to the door. “Please take the rest of the day off, sir,” you say. “You can’t save us all if you don’t take care of yourself first.”

#simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley fic #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod ghost #call of duty modern warfare 2 #ghost call of duty #cod mw2

[dearhargrove]

Heyyy!! I have another eddie diaz request if that's okay? This time Eddie is planning to propose to reader and is a bit nervous but possibly gets chris involved holding a sign and turns around to eddie on one knee? Or they're at home getting ready for bed and he just proposes there and then as he can't think of a more perfect time. The first idea could be at home or the firehouse? All cute adorable and fluffy. Thank you!

Proposal

summary You're scared when Eddie calls you and tells you to urgently come to the firehouse - turns out there's no reason to be scared.

word count 1170

tags just pure fluff, Chris is a precious angel and I'll fight for him w my life

a/n unsure about this but here we go!! Thanks for the request <3

masterlist

You're preparing dinner when your phone rings - the ringtone you'd picked specifically for Eddie.

“What's up?” You ask, putting him on speaker so you can keep your focus on the vegetables you're chopping.

“Can you come over? To the station?” He doesn't sound relaxed - as you'd expected - but instead he sounds stressed and nervous, speaking hushed and fast. “Uhm, yeah. What's going on, Eddie?”

You hear him clearing his throat but he doesn't answer your question, “Just please come over.” Now you were actually freaked out. Wasn't he in the middle of a shift? Why would he need you to come over? Chris was at school and all of your mutual friends were with him.

Before you can try getting him to talk and explain what's going on he hangs up, leaving you in the dark.

You shove the vegetables into a Tupperware box and store them in the fridge before grabbing your keys and hurrying to your car.

When you arrive about ten minutes later you almost forget to lock your car, already calling for Eddie. Noting how instead of the usual buzzing around of several people, the firehouse seemed empty.

“Eddie?” You call out again, walking between the firetrucks with your phone clutched in your hand as you'd forgotten your purse in the hurry.

Huffing when you can't find him you stop walking and look around again, “Eddie! I came as quickly as I could, where are you and what was so urgent?” You hope he's the one hearing you and not some colleague you'd never met because that would just be embarrassing.

He looks over the railing of the loft, a pinched expression but otherwise fine expression on his face. He didn't seem to be in pain nor in any haste - you were getting gradually more annoyed by the fact you had sped here, expecting some grand emergency.

“Come up,” he says and licks his lips, a habit of his when he is nervous. You squint suspiciously and walk up the stairs.

When you do, he stands at the end of the stairs, blocking your vision from the rest of the loft.

“Eddie? What the hell is going on?”

He swallows and you can see some sweat beading on his forehead and temple. Worriedly you put the back of your hand against his forehead, not feeling any high temperature which simply confuses you more. He stares basically blankly at you before finally moving again.

“Baby,” he starts and at any other time you would've immediately smiled and melted into a puddle of adoration for this man, but right now you're slightly pissed he'd stressed you for seemingly no reason.

“We've been together for almost two years.” He keeps going and you nod slowly. What is he getting at?

“I love you. More than anything else.” You smile and chuckle a bit, “Excluding Chris…” He looks down with a short laugh and nod, “He loves you too.”

“Eddie, this is super cute and wholesome but why did you want me to come here for that? Any near death experiences I should know about that prompted this?”

He bites his lip and shakes his head. He slowly and gently intertwines his hand with yours and kisses the back of yours, holding eye contact. It makes you smile and fluster, looking to the side with a shy smile.

“There's no one in this world I could imagine being a better woman to me than you. You complete me and Chris. And I want to… I want to ask you something.”

It feels so surreal what he's hinting at that you don't believe your own intuition, simply wiping your eyes, “Eddie, don't make me cry I'll look like a panda,” you warn for a lack of a reaction, hoping your mascara at least survived the first few tears.

He chuckles and then slowly gets on one knee, your hand still cradled in his. You can't contain your sob when he kneels, making it clear what he's going to ask you.

Instead of asking the question he looks over his shoulder where Chris starts walking your way, a sign in his hands with that exact question on it. When Chris stands next to Eddie and looks at you with that adorable smile you can't help but sob, quickly reaching out to pull him into your arms and kiss the top of his head.

Catching Eddie's gaze you nod your head and bury further into Chris, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

The boy in your arms giggles and drops the sign to wrap his arms around your waist. “Told you, dad!” He calls and you laugh tearily.

“Yeah, you did, bud.” Eddie smiles fondly and wraps his arms around both of you. You see Buck motioning Chris to come to him, which he gladly does, considering Buck is still Christophers hero, and you hide your face behind a hand as Eddie slowly slides a ring onto your left hand.

There's an applause behind you from the rest of your closest friends, Chris sitting on Bucks hip as he giggles.

However you're focused entirely on the man in front of you, his hazel eyes teary as well when he kisses your knuckle and leans his forehead against yours.

“Te amo mucho, mi amor,” he mumbles against your forehead and kisses it, making you laugh happily. He wipes the last of your tears tenderly and you look at him with pure adoration.

“I love you so much.” He smiles and someone yells - you're pretty sure it's Buck because a smaller, high pitched voice echoes the same word - ‘kiss!’.

You shake your head in amusement but are caught off guard when Eddie surges forward and passionately and deeply kisses you, one hand holding you by your neck and the other still holding your left hand.

“Ew,” Chris says loud enough for everyone to burst into laughter and you and your now fiancé to laugh as well and break the kiss.

“What?” He asks offended when Buck pinches his side (though he looks like he could very well be the one to make Chris voice their shared distaste for the PDA).

You smile at the people you considered family, especially when Bobby clears his throat and points to the already set table, “Dinner’s ready, so let's eat!”

You sit between Eddie and Chris, the former's hand never leaving your thigh, yours laying on top.

“I just realized this means we're gonna have to deal with their PDA every day now…” Buck mentions, looking genuinely scared.

Hen seemingly kicks his shin under the table because he yelps and flinches before pouting and raising his hands in mock surrender. And wow, you couldn't be happier.

#eddie diaz fanfic #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz #911 fox #911 fanfic #911 show #ryan guzman x reader #ryan guzman

[pablitogavii]

Gavi wanting yn to play with his hair please

There for you always

I could never understand why he needed to hate me so much. Ever since Aurora introduced us, Pablo found a reason to mock and tease me about every little thing.

During the festival in Sevilla, I was the only girl he didn't compliment and say my dress is beautiful. I felt like an outsider whenever he was there..

During Aurora's birthday, it was no different. He greeted all of her friends but when it came to me he just said underneath his breath "you again" and moved away. I want to know what I did to deserve him treating me this way.

"Ignore him amiga! He probably has a secret crush on you!" Aurora once said to me long ago and I felt my heart skip a beat..what hurt the most is the fact that I liked Pablo..a lot..and with time I think I began loving him too.

Gavira family asked me to look after their family home in Barcelona while they are away on a trip to United States and I agreed making sure their plants are watered and their house stays clean.

Pablo didn't know I was staying there, so when he showed up one night unannounced finding me in the living room curled up in a ball he sighed carrying me to bed.

I woke up in a guest room confused only to find him in the kitchen making breakfast for himself before his practice.

"P..Pablo? Did..did you carry me to bed?" I asked shyly but he was having the same stern face as always.

"You should learn to lock the door before falling asleep, enana" he said and I sighed nodding my head and walking to make myself a cup of morning coffee. Something in my stomach was fluttering thinking of Pablo carrying me to bed..it wasn't the first time he showed his sweet side to me.

One time when I came to watch his game with Aurora and the rest of her friends, he noticed goosebumps on my arms putting his jacket over my shoulders without a word..when I said thank you, he told me to start carrying my own jackets. Somehow he always needed to ruin the moment with his rudeness.

I accidentally ran into him thinking about it spilling some coffee on the floor and making him groan loudly.

"Dios! You're so clumsy! And all over all the damn time!" he sounded angry and I felt my heart hurt.

He didn't want me here and it was his house..I apologized starting to clean the floor but he placed his hand on mine taking the towel and cleaning it himself asking if I got burnt. I said no.

"Good. Just sit and I'll make you coffee. You can have some breakfast if you want too" he said and I smiled nodding and taking a bit of his toast while he finished it all up.

"Thank you Pablo.." I said when he sat down and he started eating his eggs while being on his phone. It didn't matter that he was cold when he gave me at least some of his warmth..it's all I needed.

"Are you going to uni today?" he asked after packing and getting ready to leave for training.

"I don't have classes this week, so I'll be here if you want me to make some lunch?" I wanted to be nice feeling my cheeks blush at the thought of having this "domestic" life with Pablo.

"No, I'm good. Bye" he said and I nodded knowing that would be the answer.

"Bye Pablo. Have a good training." I said and he left to his black Audi outside as I watched him leave from the window not knowing that he was thinking similar thoughts as me in that moment..us two..living together..like a real life couple.

It was barely evening when Aurora called me and I put my book away.

"Hey, amiga! How is US?" I asked but her voice was nervous and scared.

"Y/n! Thank God you answered! Could you get Pablo home from training? He's not feeling well, they said it's a high fever?" she said and I felt panicked jumping up and calling an uber to the sport center.

"I'm here to pick up Pablo Gavi..I'm his.." I said to the man at the front door being interrupted by Pablo's tired voice as he tossed his keys to me.

"Try not to crash my car! Let's go." he said and I nodded seeing that he was very pale and there was wet sweat on his forehead.

"I can give you some pain medication when we get home.." I spoke seeing him hold onto his head as he leaned on the door while I drove with rain pouring all around us.

" I don't need your help! You're not my damn girlfriend!" he said bitterly and I swallowed nodding my head and staying silent for the rest of the night. He was right..I am nobody to him..so I just left him alone for the rest of the night when we got home.

When I was about to go to bed, I secretly checked on Pablo who seemed to be sleeping in his room. Just as I was about to fall deep sleep, I heart him yelling in pain from his room.

I ran to him opening the door seeing him tossing and turning and holding onto his head. His hair was all wet from seat and he was shaking. I sat on the bed shaking him awake.

"Pablo! Please, wake up" I said and he opened his eyes breathing heavily and staring at my eyes deeply.

"Y/n..it..hurts" he said and I nodded touching his face which to my surprise he let me scared of how hot he was underneath my touch. His fever wasn't breaking!

"Pablo, you're burning up! Let me get you cold compress" I was about to move away but he wouldn't let me grabbing my hand rather roughly and pulling me back.

"Don't go..please don't leave me..I'm scared y/n..and I need you" he said and I felt my heart beating fast at those words..I wanted him to say them for so long and now he did..he needs me and doesn't want me to go.

"I'm not going to leave you Pabs..I promise..I'm just going to bring you some more medicine and something to help lower your fever okay?" I said touching his face again and he looked at me as a scared child nodding his head.

"Promise me you'll come back to me?" he said and I smiled. Never did Pablo ask for reassurance before..it was special.

"I promise.." I said and he smiled letting me rush downstairs to grab everything. When I returned, I helped him take another pill before touching his face with cold compress towel. He was shaking violently and I added blanket on top of him.

"it should start working soon Pabs.." I said gently removing the cold compress and he sighed.

"I'm so cold.." he said and I looked around but there was no more blankets in his room.

"Do you want me to go grab my blanket?" I said and he shook his head reaching for me pulling my waist closer as I was reaching over him hearing him whisper to me.

"Come here...please..only you can warm me up" he spoke and I felt. a-shiver move down my spine in that moment..he wanted me to lay down next to him?

"Pabs I don't.." I started but his arms held on tighter pulling me until I was on top of him our face inches apart.

"Please.." he spoke his hot breath fanning over my face making me blush bright red.

"Okay..okay I'm right here" I said laying next him underneath the covers while he quickly got on top of me laying his head on my chest moving until he got comfortable and I tried to control my heart from beating too fast in that moment.

"You're okay..I'm here" I said feeling him shaking so I started playing with his hair which seemed to calm him down a bit as he rested comfortably on top of my chest. When I thought he was sleeping, I stopped but quickly he looked up eyes watery and cheeks red from his fever..he looked so adorable in that moment.

"Y/n.." his lips were grazing mine and I froze "don't stop playing with my hair..please" he said looking at my lips but not daring to kiss them.

"Okay.."I said continuing to play with his curls but this time he just kept looking slowly moving to nuzzle his face into neck which made me shiver. He smelled my skin leaving a few wet kisses and I just let him laying back with my eyes closed. He doesn't know what he is doing..he's in delirium.

"You smell so good enana..and your skin is so soft on my lips..I wanted to taste you for so long.." he spoke and I couldn't believe his words in this moment..this couldn't be real.

"Pablo..I'm not your girlfriend" I said reminding him of his own words and his hold tightened like he was afraid of losing me.

"Are you someone's girlfriend?" he said and I felt my cheeks blushing. Was he really jealous right now??

"No..but.." I said but couldn't finish as he started kissing down towards my chest touching them and coming as far as kissing my stomach looking up into my eyes.

"Be mine enana..please forgive me for being rude to you, but I couldn't say that I like you" he spoke closing his eyes and kissing my hard nipples which made me moan lightly.

"Why..not?" I said and he looked up returning to my neck and leaving a few marks before touching my face and staring into my eyes.

"Because I'm an idiot..but I want you...need you" he said resting his sweaty forehead against mine and I blushed smiling which made him lean down and finally place his hungry lips onto mine.

We kissed for long few minutes until I pulled away making him lay back down onto my chest so he can get some well deserved rest. His nose was buried in my neck and his hand holding onto my breast possessively..it was a sight to see.

"Mine.." he would murmur from time to time until he finally fell asleep and I did as well resting my head against his own.

We got woken up by my mobile moving a little but he kept his head on top of my chest. I answered Aurora who started asking about Pablo making me embarrassed and nervous..I couldn't exactly tell her that I was in bed with her brother right now..

"yeah Rora he's fine now..you have a good days" I spoke while Pablo was purposefully kissing my neck pecking my lips from time to time while I gave him a warning glare. The his mom jumped on call making him smirk and start to kiss down my chest again.

"Thank you so much for caring for him, querida! I hope he didn't give you trouble?" Belen asked and Pablo smirked looking up at me while I blushed avoiding his eyes in embarrassment.

"No..he was very nice to me so no worries señora" I answered fighting an urge to moan as Pablo started sucking onto my tit waiting for me to finally hang up and be with him only.

"Tell him to call when he wakes up" she added before we hung up and I touched Pablo's hair making him look up and return to kiss my lips passionately.

"You're crazy!" I said and he smiled nodding his head and cuddling into me.

"How are you feeling?" I asked playing with his hair and he nodded holding me tightly.

"Much better..with my girl playing with my hair..and not leaving me when I needed her" he said and I smiled kissing the top of his head.

"I will never leave you Pabs..I promise" I said and he nodded closing his eyes wanting to get some more rest never feeling safer than in my arms.

This was real...I was his girl now<3

#gavigif #gavi #fc barça #fc barca #fc barcelona #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi

[idiopath-fic-smile]

more Singin' in the Rain ot3, now on the honeymoon boat

part one

part two

The ship was a grand one. Cosmo, whose nautical knowledge began and ended with that Douglas Fairbanks picture about pirates, could tell that much. There was a majestic dining room and a wide, clean promenade and state-of-the-art engines that would get them to Europe in just a few days. The dining room even featured a four-piece band, who were a little stiff but not half bad.

His room, his island of privacy away from Don and Kathy and their combined magnetic pull, was bigger than he expected, well-appointed. It went a little overboard embracing an Egyptian theme, although the decorators had tastefully stopped short of including an actual mummy in a giant stone sarcophagus. He was grateful for that. The piano, as promised, sat in the place of where a desk might normally be, keys gleaming invitingly.

There was just one problem.

“How,” said Cosmo, dropping onto the bed, “did you manage to accidentally book us two adjoining rooms?”

“I’m sorry,” said Don, crossing his arms. “There must’ve been a mix-up at the offices.”

“Maybe the travel agent heard wrong on the telephone,” said Kathy. She rubbed Don’s back consolingly. Don shot her a grateful look. It was all very sweet, probably.

“How?” said Cosmo again. “Nothing sounds like ‘adjoining.’ It doesn’t even have a rhyme.”

“Are you certain?” said Kathy.

Cosmo nodded; he’d already run through the alphabet, twice. “The closest I can get to is ‘disappointing.’” Don was leaning into Kathy’s back rub like a cat, but his face was full of uncatlike guilt. “Don,” said Cosmo, “look, pal, I appreciate the free ticket, but please tell me you’ll fix this.”

“I already talked to the cruise director and there aren’t other rooms,” said Don. “We’re out in the ocean, what do you want me to do, alert the coast guard?”

“Alert the coast guard,” said Cosmo, “flag down a passing mermaid, strike a bargain with Poseidon himself!” 

“Who?” said Don.

“The Greek god of the sea,” said Kathy, like that was the important part.

“I don’t speak any Greek,” Don replied, “do you?”

“I will swim to shore,” Cosmo said, to nobody in particular.

“We can swap over to a different ship when we get to port if we need to,” said Don, shoulders slumping uncharacteristically. He must’ve felt worse about his screw-up than he let on. “In the meantime, the door locks from both sides, so—”

“I’m not—worried that you’ll barge in at all hours pestering me for a cup of sugar,” Cosmo broke in.

Don blinked. Kathy went very still beside him.

Out loud, it sounded more suggestive than he’d meant. Why had he picked sugar, the sauciest ingredient of the baking world?

“Or flour,” he amended.

“Then what’s the trouble?”

“I.” Cosmo sighed. “Why am I the only person in this room who seems to know what a honeymoon is for?”

“Why,” said Don, wide-eyed, “what’s it for?”

“D’you think, if I jumped in the sea and started paddling now—” said Cosmo.

“Don’t worry,” said Kathy. “Don and I can be very quiet.”

And the trouble was, this was worse. The prospect of hearing them from the other side of a single thin door was one thing, and honestly it was plenty bad—Cosmo had played a role during several key moments of their courtship but at least he could say he didn’t know what they sounded like in the throes of passion—but for reasons that Cosmo did not feel like examining, the thought of them stifling themselves in the act, the thought of them naked in bed together, touching each other, biting down on a giggle or a moan, and whispering, ‘Shh, don’t wake Cosmo,’ made him feel like his whole stomach was a sore tooth.

“Don’t put yourselves out on my account,” he told them. Belatedly, he realized that was maybe the worst thing he could’ve said. He blushed, and then he stood, face still flaming—Damn his Irish complexion—nodded to them both, and fled to the promenade.

.

The ocean stretched in all directions as far as Cosmo could see. It was dizzying, and also strangely calming. He stared out at the waves and reminded himself, hardly for the first time, that it wasn’t Don’s fault how Cosmo felt about him. It wasn’t Don’s fault, and it wasn’t Kathy’s fault that she was maybe the most charming woman he’d ever met. You could certainly blame Don for booking the rooms, for not double-checking over the telephone, but there was no malice to it. They were both, at the end of the day, wonderful people who had decided to open this trip up to him for whatever reason, and besides, his bed was piled with any number of pillows he could jam over his head if they did make noise at night.

He stood there holding onto the railing for a long time. Eventually, he heard footsteps behind him. 

“Feeling better?” said Don quietly, almost lost under the roar of the water. Without really trying to, Cosmo turned to look at him. Under his coat, Don was wearing a nicer suit than before, and the color had returned to his face. He looked—well, he looked like a handsome movie star married to a gorgeous starlet. Don took a few steps and rested his hands next to Cosmo’s on the rail.

“It’s the salt air, I think,” said Cosmo, nodding. “Feels like I could do anything. Why, I might write another musical, wear my trousers baggy, become a pirate.”

“Your trousers are fine as is,” said Don.

Cosmo shrugged. “A little change can be good.”

“Sure, unless it isn’t.” Don sighed. It was an awfully sad sigh to be having about the fit of a guy’s pants, Cosmo thought, but then Don turned to him and added, “You know, we really have missed you.”

“Don,” said Cosmo patiently. “I was at your house this Thursday. I stayed for three hours. I drank all your gin.”

Don didn’t make a crack about the gin, which was probably a bad sign. “And before that?” 

Before that, it had been a while. Cosmo winced inwardly. “I’ve been busy,” he said, “you’ve been busy, Kathy’s been busy—”

“We invited you over, four different times,” Don interjected. “If I’ve done something, if we’ve done something, I wish you would just tell us.”

In front of them, the sea rolled and rolled. Cosmo thought about deflection, about twisting the moment into a joke, a sword duel where cold steel met only an outstretched rubber chicken: squeak.

He let out a long breath. “Why the Hell did you bring me along on your honeymoon?”

“We brought you along because we wanted you along,” said Don. “Whenever you’re not there, we wish you were. It doesn’t need to be any harder than that.”

“So it isn’t…” Cosmo started.

“What?” “You and Kathy aren’t having problems? Hoping for a buffer, or a distraction?” It was a very new theory on Cosmo’s part, and once the words had left his mouth, he realized how badly they fit the facts at hand.

Don smiled a private little smile. “Me and Kathy are doing just marvelously.”

“That’s splendid,” said Cosmo, because he had to say something, apparently. Marvelous didn’t bode well for Cosmo’s sanity at night, but it beat his friends being sad. “Lovely.” He let his cadences drift into a so-so British accent. “Capital show, old sport. Tip-top. Simpy spiffing.” Not his best work. 

Don lay a hand on Cosmo’s coat sleeve, at the elbow. “Do you want to come to dinner with us?” he said. “It’s meant to be a formal affair but you’ve still got time to change.”

Whenever you’re not here, we wish you were. Obviously, Don didn’t mean “whenever” in the strictest sense—Cosmo got the feeling he was not present in Don’s mind, say, when Don was in bed with his beautiful wife—but the thought now made him feel warmer than the gin had. It would be enough. It had to be.

“Sure,” said Cosmo, “why not,” and Don thumped him encouragingly on the back.

“Cosmo,” said Don as they headed back into the body of the boat, “piracy, really?” Cosmo grinned. “Don’t blame me, blame that salt air. Makes a man feel like anything’s possible.”

.

Kathy and Don looked enchanting at dinner, and Cosmo cleaned up alright too, if he didn’t say so himself.

The food was good—salmon with hollandaise sauce and French beans, braised duckling with apple sauce, some fancy beef thing, salad Dumas and ice cream for dessert—and the band had relaxed a smidge and was playing something from this century, which was nice.

Over dessert, Kathy told them about how, one night several months before meeting Don, she’d been at a speakeasy during what turned out to be a police raid.

“What were you doing in a speakeasy?” Cosmo asked before he could stop to think about it.

“Why, drinking milk and reading Austen, of course,” she replied, a picture of guilelessness. Don snickered, and she grinned.

“I walked full-speed into that one,” said Cosmo.

“Buddy, you ran,” said Don.

“I was drinking,” Kathy acknowledged, nodding, “but really that’s where the best dancing is. The best music, too.”

Cosmo, who lately only drank at parties or at home because it was easier and safer, nodded thoughtfully.

“Hot jazz?”

“The hottest, at least in Los Angeles. Once we’re back, we should all go!”

“I could always stand to take in more culture,” said Cosmo.

“Oh no,” said Don, “don’t let her pull you into her sordid past. Did you forget the end of the story is ‘and then the police came?’”

“That’s more the middle,” said Kathy. “Well, middle-end.”

“So how’d you escape the reaching arm of the law?” Cosmo asked.

Kathy swallowed her ice cream. “I saw the police were all rushing in through the front door, and I dashed to the back and through the performers’ dressing room. I’d done makeup for some of my school plays, so I fought my way up to the mirror, grabbed a grease pencil—a few lines here, a few lines there—borrowed an old coat of the back of a chair, ran maybe half a block, and pretended to be an old lady.”

“Really,” said Cosmo.

“It’s mostly in the walk and the posture,” she said. “And it helps that a few of the street lights were out.”

“And the cops were fooled?”

“One of them asked me if I’d seen any young people running that way,” said Kathy.

Cosmo clapped his hands together with glee. “Don, you married a criminal mastermind! Never make her angry.”

Don wrapped an arm around her shoulders and flashed her a besotted look. “I don’t intend to.”

Kathy nestled into the half-embrace. “Tell me more about—was it Coyoteville? With the ventriloquist.”

“Dead Man’s Fang,” said Cosmo. “And your wish is my command, but I don’t know what else there is to say. We came, we saw, we lost our sleeping arrangements to a puppet.”

“He tucked it in that night, remember?” said Don suddenly.

“He did!” said Cosmo, delighted.

Sometimes when Don started in on the official line about how they’d studied at the conservatory and the rest of that baloney, Cosmo worried that some part of Don believed it, that it was Cosmo’s job alone to remember how long they’d traveled that strange, bumpy, often farcical road together towards some measure of success and respectability in Hollywood. But Cosmo had completely forgotten that particular detail. He had burned it from his mind.

“After he fell asleep, one of you might have moved the dummy and claimed that bed,” Kathy pointed out.

“He left it with the head turned facing us, eyes open,” said Don. “Neither of us were touching that thing.”

“So instead, Cosmo had to put up with Don all night,” said Kathy solemnly.

“So instead, I had to put up with Don all night.”

He could still recall the potent mix of resignation, terror, and guilty excitement he’d felt, huddling up on that mattress together. Their act at the time had involved being in close quarters a lot—at one point, the choreography had Cosmo leap onto Don’s back and then immediately continue playing the fiddle—so it wasn’t like touching Don was a novelty, back then. But doing it offstage, out of costume, away from any onlookers except for Esther Quill the ventriloquist dummy, it had felt like an entirely different proposition. 

Don had been a real champ about it, though. When Cosmo had started shaking with withheld hilarity that this was his life, the punchline of all punchlines and nobody to share it with, not just Don’s best friend but his literal bedwarmer, Don had clearly assumed it was a simple case of the shivers, and so he’d bundled Cosmo close, tucked Cosmo’s head under his chin, and wrapped his arms around him, muttering warm in his ear about how if Cosmo dropped dead, Don was out a dance partner “and that whole routine wouldn’t work as a solo number, it’d go over like a brick.”

“Just imagine what barnyard animal they’d have you opening for then,” Cosmo had whispered back, because Oatmeal, Nebraska had already happened to them. “A pig who juggles. A cow acrobat. A chicken magician. Just a little sleight of wing, folks, nothing up my feathers.”

And Don had laughed, and held Cosmo tighter, and the ventriloquist had shushed them, which had made them both crack up again. It had been a long night, and not one Cosmo would forget in a hurry.

“Who runs hot as a Holland furnace, let me tell you,” he added now, in case his tone had shifted a few shades too close to dreamy.

“Oh, I know,” said Kathy, smiling.

Don raised an accusing finger at him. “Well, you were shaking like a leaf! You’re lucky I was there, especially when we didn’t have so much as a sheet of our own!”

“Wait, why didn’t you have any blankets?” asked Kathy.

“The blankets,” said Don airily, “were for the puppet.”

.

And so dinner had been a joy, and after that, Don and Kathy invited him back to their room for a drink or two, because they’d had the common sense to bring alcohol, which was of course not offered by the cruise. The three of them sat on Don and Kathy’s bed (much bigger than Cosmo’s—not that he was jealous, he didn’t need the space, but the sheer expanse of mattress really did rival a small country, and Cosmo was determined not to picture in any detail how the two newlyweds might make use of that) and passed a flask around and had some more laughs and when Cosmo next got a glimpse of his watch, it was three in the morning.

“I should go,” he said.

“You don’t have to,” said Kathy. She’d shucked off her heels at some point and now her stocking feet were in Cosmo’s lap. Don sat on her other side, head on her shoulder. He’d loosened his tie early on, and his suitcoat was draped over one of the bedposts. While they were drinking, it had all felt very natural. Looking at them now, Cosmo had the sense he was intruding on something private, something intimate.

Granted, they weren’t exactly trying to kick him out, but Kathy was drunk, or tired, or else she was both drunk and tired, and it was up to Cosmo not to outstay his welcome. They had a whole two weeks together, after all, and their rooms were barely a wall apart.

“My regrets, Cinderella,” said Cosmo, “but I can feel myself turning back into a pumpkin.” 

He made as if to stand, but her feet were in the way. Very gently, he picked up her ankles, lifted them off his legs, stood, turned her like they were doing some sort of a dance move, and deposited her feet in Don’s lap instead.

“There,” he said to no one. 

A long pause followed. Don and Kathy blinked up at him. He sorely regretted moving her. It had seemed like the most elegant solution. Probably he should’ve found one that didn’t involve taking hold of her legs, skin warm through the thin layer of nylon–

Kathy’s brow furrowed. “What makes you the carriage?” she said at last.

“What?” said Cosmo, who really did need to make an exit. 

“Cinderella,” said Don, apparently reading her mind, which was swell for them.

“Better that than the mouse footman,” Cosmo told her. “Or the lizard coachman. Or the horse.” Or—who else? There were a lot of characters in Cinderella, he realized.

“There’s a prince in that story, Cosmo,” said Kathy. “A human prince.”

“Yes,” said Cosmo, patiently, “and you’re married to him, your highness,” He sketched a little bow but Don and Kathy weren’t looking at him. They were having one of those silent couple conversations, with mostly their eyes and eyebrows. A career in movies before the advent of sound had probably given Don a real advantage in that department, Cosmo thought, although Kathy seemed to be holding her own.

“It’s a made-up fairytale,” Kathy said at last. “Why, it can go any way you want it to.”

“The lady’s got a point,” said Don.

Cosmo blinked. He knew how it sounded, knew that to the untrained ear, it certainly—there were overtones, or undertones, or just plain tones that vibrated with suggestion. Cosmo had grown up in Vaudeville and now he lived in Hollywood; these things happened every now and then. These things did not happen to Cosmo. He was good for a dance or a laugh, and nine times out of ten, that was enough for him, but he wasn’t exactly fending off amorous advances—not like Don, and probably not like Kathy, either.

Also, Don liked women. Don only liked women, as far as Cosmo knew, and they had lived out of each other’s pockets for years.

The fact that a late-night ménage à trois rendezvous was increasingly the only explanation that held water in his head—it said more about Cosmo’s fragile mental state than it did about Don and Kathy’s true motives, he decided.

Don and Kathy who were still sitting on the bed, waiting for some sort of response.

“I wouldn’t, uh,” Cosmo started, and then realized with a stab of panic that for once, he didn’t have a joke in the wings, waiting to go. “I wouldn’t know where to start,” he said.

“You said earlier today you might become a pirate,” Don offered. Kathy cuddled up close against his side, watching with bright, intent eyes. He wrapped an arm around her waist. “Enter pirate, stage left.”

“I said I was thinking about it,” said Cosmo, trying not to sound affected and missing by a mile. “A fella can think about all kinds of things he wouldn’t do.”

Case in point: Cosmo was not about to climb back into bed with them, no matter how cozy that bed was, no matter how warm and inviting and beautiful the two of them looked together.

His hands were starting to shake, he realized, and if Don saw that, and past experience was any judge, Cosmo might spend the night being cuddled for warmth again. What was Cosmo’s life? He didn’t go in for horoscopes, but maybe he should’ve, maybe that was the key to understanding the whole puzzle: Cosmo Brown, born under the one constellation that resembled clown shoes. He swallowed back a hysterical laugh and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Why not?” said Kathy quietly.

Because he didn’t want to ruin his oldest friendship and his most promising new one, all in a single go. Because he hated rejection, and the thought of two no’s that close together made his head spin unpleasantly. Because then there would be no more innocent touches and smiles and nightcaps in Don and Kathy’s room. 

That wasn’t what she’d asked, though. Mentally, he shook himself.

“If everyone who thought about being a pirate became one, the whole US of A would fall apart,” Cosmo informed them. “Nobody would work, or pay taxes, or go to see films. Not to mention the national parrot shortage—just try to get ahold of birdseed anymore! There’d be a run on eyepatches and tri-corner hats, and the price of a simple pirate earring would shoot through the roof, in fact—”

“It’d cost a buccaneer,” Don filled in. He sounded almost sad, which was a mystery because that bit was evergreen.

“That’s right,” said Cosmo. He rocked back onto his heels, at a loss for a moment. He’d really been counting on that joke to clear the air.

“Cosmo,” said Kathy. “Do you want to go, or do you want to want to go?”

Cosmo struggled to make sense of that. He struggled to parse it in a way that worked outside his own feverish imagination. His entire mind came up short. That was where it got you, going on the road with only an eighth grade education, he thought. His was a cautionary tale. 

Maybe ninth grade was where they taught you how not to twist a moment in your head to the point where it really did seem like maybe Cosmo could’ve kissed either of them, could’ve kissed both of them, and it would’ve been fine, or even more than fine. Maybe it was that, and Dickens, and Geography; Cosmo still could not locate Siam on a map. Or Paris. Come to think of it, ménage à trois and rendezvous were the only French he knew besides bonjour. This time, he did laugh. It was that or scream.

“I am both too drunk, and not drunk enough for this talk,” he said, turning for the door that led directly back to his room.

“If you’d rather stay—” said Don.

“Of course I’d rather stay, Don,” Cosmo snapped, sharper than he’d meant to. “But leave me enough dignity to fill half a shotglass, at least.” Don and Kathy said nothing. When he got to the door, he sighed. “Sorry, that was—I’m sorry. See you at breakfast.” “Goodnight,” said Kathy.

Alone in his room, Cosmo closed the door and ran his hands through his hair. Pirates in Cinderella, he thought. Offers to stay, with his room not 30 paces away, at three hours past midnight. Maybe it would all make sense in the morning.

#singin in the rain ot3

[chaosandmarigolds]

imma request more bc that adoption one actually sent me to the heavens and back..

so i have a similar idea that i wanna throw out there but have it be Dad!simon riley and foster/adopted!reader. Have like, their interactions when reader has to first meet simon, and simon is able to bond with reader bc hes traumatized too

it can be like a headcannon style or a one shot, whatever idea striked you.

like actually can i be you? like you write SO GOOD so QUICKLY my writers block could NEVER

(I'm actually a Tomato right now I'm blushing so much in my school library what- thank you so much!! your words will live rent-free in my head for the next seven to eight weeks ngl

Ahem ahem I have a new thingy- Adoptive dad Simon! lil blurb (700-1000 words i think) & foster!care reader (i don't think I used gendered pronouns but if I did please remind me)

For the record, you never thought yourself to be a problematic child, sure you were a little unruly and you lived by your own rules but to be honest any person in your situation would be the same. A child whose childhood was ripped from you the second your father grabbed a beer bottle and the rest you preferred to keep locked away under a lock with a key you kept away. So you sat in your social workers office for what you thought was the billionth time in the month, hands mindlessly fiddling with your hoodie string and eyes staring out the window.

Birds. You always wondered what it would be like to be a bird, it must be nice, to be free like one at least- no matter how cliche the thought you enjoyed it.

Only for it to be ripped from you as you hear your named hissed from the workers, Margi's, mouth. With a grumble you turn to look at her from across the oak table, trinkets from her perfect life adorning it, and her perfect little family in a golden frame, staring at you- made you sick.

"Seventh school, seventh! Are you trying to have to move counties again?" She snipped at you, her voice dull as she typed something into her computer.

"Maybe I am."

Margi gives you a look, a frown written across her face, "What does that mean?"

"The Wilsons, Adams, Johnsons, Kievs, they all suck and they were mean."

"They were mean?" She mocked your voice and then scooted her chair to face you fully, "I'm trying here, kid, I'm trying. But you-" she shuttered a laugh as if she just found your mere presence unbearable, "You make it so hard, you're goin to Douglas county."

A look is etched across your face as you take in the news, Douglas was forty miles away, so the news was a bit shocking. "Wha-"

"There is a single man-"

"No."

"Yes. You'll sleep here and he's picking you up in the morning."

--

It was stupid, Price had told him he needed to find purpose in his life and that fostering might fulfill that- well...he didn't realize his captain meant dogs and cats and somehow he had passed to be a foster parent. For reasons that are beyond him. So there he was, four foster kids deep- all adopted within two or so months and then going to their new homes. He wouldn't lie, he didn't like any of them but he was sure to be as kind as possible, as...open as he could (which is close to none) but according to the children he did a great job.

Somehow.

There was a new one, problematic from the file, a story reading a bit too close to his own that he almost didn't want to take it up for the sake of his own mental clarity. However, it was urgent, and there was a need and the solider in him urged him to go on and fulfill it. So that is why he was now standing in the police station at six in the morning an hour away from his home.

A brief conversation with the social worker and a few police officers that had encounters with you, all warning him with the banter of your antics and that if he had any common sense he'd 'slap some sense into you' All of that he just responded with a glare and changing the topic.

Then they brought you out your lively hood packed into a small and tattered black and blue duffle bag and clothes a bit worse for wear, looking exhausted upon all of that. Simon made eye contact with you for a moment, it almost seemed like a stare-down- until the social worker cut in-between you both.

She motions to you as she introduces you to him and she then motions to him, trying to take your bag to hand to him but you had an iron grip, "Mister Riley-"

"Simon." He interjected, giving the worker a look, "Call me Simon."

You bite back a smile at how flustered Margi became by his correction and after a few more warnings of how you like to run away and skip school and everything you had a tendency to do you sit on the bench in the building. A good forty or so minutes passed and you wouldn't lie you were hungry so as soon as 'Simon' came over you chirpped up, following as he had motioned for you to do.

"Could we get some food?"

Simon stayed quiet until you reached the truck, letting you put your duffle bag into the back and then stopping you from getting in the front, checking your height against his chest and then with a breif motion of the hand told you to sit in the back.

Alright. You thought, not a big talker.

"Diner okay?"

"There's a good one down the street-"

Simon hums and grabs his phone from his pocket as he buckles up, holding it back for you to take, "Put it in the gps, yeah?"

A faltering silence as you stared at the phone, which was new, normally your foster parents wouldn't let you touch anything of theirs- much less a piece of technology. An unlocked piece of technology.

--

"Can I get juice?" You ask quietly as you look over the menu, subconsciously looking for the cheapest option.

"Mmhm, what else?"

To that you look up, "An...and pancakes?"

"An' eggs."

"What?"

"An' eggs," he said again, looking up from his menu, "Growin, need protein."

"I don't...like eggs." You see his blonde eyebrows furrow to your words and you mumble on, "Not alone, I like potatoes and eggs but eggs alone make me gag."

"Then get potatoes an' eggs."

Darn, there goes pancakes. So when the waitress comes back over she gets Simon's order and then yours, and you ask for the potatoes and eggs, only for when she left Simon to be staring you down.

"Have you ever been told you're scary?"

"All th' time. Though' you wan' pancakes."

A moment and you blink, "You said to get eggs and potatoes."

"Get al' three."

"But that's expensive."

"Ah, yea- 20 dollar's for a meal tha' gonna make you full an' happy is expensive," He dully replied, and then your expression he did his best to soften his expression, "Kid, is okay, yeah? Don' feel bad."

You sniffle as you see the waitress come over with your juice and his very boring black coffee, "Can I actually pancakes?"

"I'd be offended if you didn't."

(anywaaay that's it! hope you liked it! <33 ps. i love feedback and comments it truly makes my day!

#simon fluff #simon riley x platonic! reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fanfic #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #dad!simon riley #dad simon riley #dad!ghost #call of duty mw3 #ghost mw2 #mw2 ghost #ghost call of duty #cod imagine #ghost cod #coco's chaos <3

[topsytervy]

Safe - Leon Kennedy

synopsis: After returning from a mission, Leon wants to make sure you're safe.

word count: 883

warnings: Leon sneaks into the reader's house, a teeny mention of injury, like one swear word, grammar/spelling mistakes.

*Please don't sneak into people's houses, thanks. I don't condone it. *

~~~

Leon quietly unlocked the door to your apartment, slipping inside and closing the door silently. 

He always felt weird doing this, coming in during ridiculous hours of the night after missions. 

You had given him a spare key to your place after you had slipped in the bathroom one time, stepping out of the shower while Leon was on his way over to pick you up for a date, smacking your head off the side of your tub. Leon had kicked in your locked door after you hadn't opened the door when he knocked or answered his phone call, finding you unconscious on the bathroom floor which sent him into a panic. 

You handed him the spare key when you got home from the hospital, telling him to use it in the future and not his foot but you were grateful he did break down your door to help you out. 

Leon didn’t come in to be creepy but sometimes, sometimes, when he was getting back at stupid hours of the night and he didn’t want to wake you with a phone call -which was his usual method of making sure you were alright when it wasn’t two in the morning- he would come over, checking to see that you were there, sleeping in your bed, perfectly fine and looking peaceful as ever. 

He just needed that reassurance that you were safe. That’s the only thing he wanted in life. 

Still in his tactical gear, he made his way down the hall as silently as he could, knowing your entire floor plan like the back of his hand. 

As he approached your bedroom door, Leon lightly pushed it open, eyes immediately going to your bed that was pushed against the wall in the corner, laying in the middle but slightly closer to the wall, your back towards him. 

He let himself relax a bit at the sight, staying there for a couple of minutes to burn this into his mind so he wouldn’t have to think about the horrors he just endured. 

You were here. You were safe. Nothing could hurt you. 

Leon snapped back to reality when he saw you roll over, eyes opening slightly before you jumped, eyes widening as you pushed yourself against the wall. 

Leon tensed, a feeling of dread taking over as he realized you had just caught him, in your apartment, without your permission, at 2 AM, just staring at you. 

He froze as he imagined the next few moments playing out in his mind. You’d yell at him, calling him a creep and telling him to get out of your life, to stay the hell away from you. 

He watched as you put a hand to your chest as you let out a breath, his mouth going dry as his mind desperately tried to think of a way to explain himself. 

“Jesus Leon,”  

“I’m sorry. I was just- I’m leaving,” he said quickly, turning away but your voice stopped him. 

“What? Why?” He turned to see your eyebrows furrowed and Leon felt his heart swell as he watched you lift your comforter slightly, “come to bed.” 

Leon hesitated, “I don’t know, princess. I haven't really showered yet, so I smell and I- “  

“Leon, I haven't seen you in almost two weeks and it's late and I just want to spend some time with you even if it's just us going to bed. I’ll be damned if a little BO is going to stop me from cuddling with my boyfriend.” You told him. 

Leon sighed as he stepped into your room, unlacing his boots and sliding them off, setting them by your desk before taking off his tactical gear and draping it over the back of your chair, taking extra care to put his gun and knife on your desk. 

He made his way over to your bed, you scooching closer to the wall so he could climb in, a smile on your face as he slid under the covers next to you, the denim of his jeans brushing against your bare legs. 

You cuddled into his chest, letting out a hum of approval as you felt Leons body relax, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath, letting himself bask in your warmth and presence, feeling the lack of sleep from his mission finally catching up to him. 

“Missed you, bubs,” you whispered, pressing a kiss into his shoulder. 

“Missed you too, princess.” He slurred, sleep approaching him fast as his eyelids got heavier with each moment. 

He felt you starting tracing random shapes on his arm as you mumbled, “you’re here, you’re safe, nothing can hurt you,” over and over. 

You didn’t know exactly what Leon’s job was, just that he worked for the government and whatever he did would take a toll on him negatively and was considered highly dangerous. He appreciated that you respected the fact that he couldn’t tell you anything and that despite not knowing anything about the terrors he went through, you were there to provide comfort and take his mind off it.  

Leon dropped his lips to your head, pressing a kiss there as he pulled you impossibly closer. 

He was safe and, most importantly, you were safe. 

Those were the only things that mattered to him. 

~~~

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader

[fanfiction4sooya]

Alpha!Seulgi helping O!Reader through her first heat by fulfilling all her needs

Sorry for taking so long, but here it is!! Thanks for the request, honey bun!! 💖💖

tw: breeding, alpha seulgi, vaginal sex, mating press, professor x student, +18 ofc, swearing, etc.

You were doing your normal routine in your university's library when your first felt that unfamiliar heat wave. You did't really thought anything of it, so you kept reading the content of the book you had in front of you, taking a deep breath. Soon you felt it again, but this time stronger and with a sting between your legs. Your eyes widened, looking around to make sure no one was near as realization started to hit.

It couldn't be, right?? You were slightly older than the other omegas, your first heat wouldn't hit you out of nowhere in the middle of a public place full of alphas... right?

"Oh, no... no, no" You kept saying under your breath, collecting your items and rushing out the door to the parking lot. Your legs were shaky by the second, some sort of pain spreading on your lower region. "Oh my god" Crying out, you fell on your knees clutching your lower abdomen. You were just by your car, why couldn't that agonizing feeling wait?

"Are you okay?" You heard a familiar voice, thank goodness.

The sweet and gentle alpha Professor Kang Seulgi, you favorite ever. She kneeled beside you, one steady hand on your back so you would recognize her.

"Professor... help" You clutched to her button up, immediately nuzzling to her neck. She tried to push you a little, but as soon as she felt how strong your scent was, she picked up on it. Her pupils dilated, staring down at you. "I need to at least get home, please" You whined and the alpha took a deep, steady breath.

"You can't drive like this" She got the car keys out of your hand, picking you up bridal style as if your weight was nothing to her. "Careful, don't hit your head" She firmly told you when she sat you on the passenger seat, quickly running to the driver's side.

"You know what I'm doing is against the rules, right?" She started scolding you after you told her your address. "The university requires for you to know when you are in heat so things like this don't happen" She eyed you up and down, locking her jaw. Her cock getting hard, even though she really tried to hold it so it wouldn't happen.

"I'm sorry..." You mumbled, feeling yourself getting wet and dizzy. "It's my first heat" You swallowed thickly. "I had no idea it would happen, I'm so sorry" You squeezed your thighs together, trying to get rid of that uneasy feeling. You felt her shift on her seat, squeezing the steering wheel. "It hurts so bad, professor..." You moaned, not completely aware of what you were feeling.

"Oh, my god..." You could feel her scent getting stronger. Petrichor. That amazing smell that lingers after a rainy day. She was trying to calm you down, that was the meaning behind the scent. Protective, calming and very familiar. Matching the face and the scent, you could totally see why nature chose that or her. "We are almost there" She gave you a pet to the head and you basically melted to her touch, leaning into it. "I'm taking you home, you call someone when we get there ok?" She told you and you felt a sting between your legs, pouting.

"No" You said before your mind could fully register. "You, please" she looked at your for a few moments, her breath steady and very deep. She considered that ideia over and over, sighing in a defeated way.

She parked the car in front of your apartment, opening the door for you rather quickly. It was dark, so there weren't many people in the street.

"Please alpha, don't let me feel this anymore" You were horny, desperate, in pain. She could feel how scared you were too.

"Don't worry, darling" She helped you walk to your front door, taking your keys and opening it. "I'll be right here" She said, her eyes full of confidence and empathy, as if she knew exactly what you were going through.

You didn't expect her to accept so that was a bit shocking, but you were so horny you couldn't even think. Time went slow when she circled your waist pulling you to embrace her body with your legs, kissing your neck, then your lips.

She went (as if she knew your apartment with the palm of her hand) straight to your bedroom, laying you against the soft mattress, her mouth hot against your skin. It felt out of this world, almost as if they were made for each other. You moaned softly when she bit your lower lip, you could feel her hard cock between your bodies brushing against your wet cunt.

"I need you inside me" Your eyes glimmered with tears, your whole body felt about to combust.

"I know baby, we are getting there" She whispered to you, kissing your neck and taking your clothes off piece by piece. "Absolutely beautiful" She traced your rib cage with one of her fingers. "I always wanted to fuck you, but knowing you'll spend your first heat with me?" She laughed, her eyes dark with desire. "Priceless" She kissed your jaw and you squirmed.

That was new. You never really thought she wanted you in that way, the same way you wanted her; but since the whole university fell to her feet, you didn't really thought you'd ever have a chance. Given the circumstances you were very, very wrong.

"Alpha please, please" You got on your knees in front of her on the bed, the bulge very visible inside her trousers. You were wild, pulling her belt and pants down almost ripping them, tears on your eyes.

She growled lowly and you immediately fell back into submission, lowering your eyes and whining; that was completely new, as if she commanded you and you had no other option than obey.

On your knees, you saw when she spread your legs just enough to see wetness dripping from your hole to the sheets, her gripping your jaw to make you face her. She was smiling down at you, her touch warm and secure. She pulled her cock from her boxers, scenting you so much you felt your cunt pulse with need. Alluring, drawing you to her in a way you never felt before.

You were just hers to toy with at that very moment.

You didn't realize you were shaking, that mix of pain and pleasure making your head spin.

Seulgi pushed your back to touch the bed, getting on top of you and between your legs. Her eyes didn't left yours as she rubbed the tip of her cock on your slit, hitting your clit with it. You mewled, closing your eyes and scratching her back under the unbuttoned blouse.

"It hurts, please" You pleaded again, she was about to make you go crazy from all that teasing.

"Always so polite" She licked your lips and you trembled, whimpering. "That's why you are my favorite student" She didn't wait for anything else, shoving her cock inside you and stretching you even more by doing so. Her eyes trained on your face as she set the hardest pace ever, fucking you just right.

Your mind was fuzzy, thinking only of carrying her puppies, of being bred over and over again. She growled louder, your pussy clenching on her cock and almost trapping her there. That felt so different from sex. Much more messy and fuzzy, literally so natural.

"Yes, professor please" You cried out and something inside her snapped, her hands holding both your wrists above your head and the other squeezing your waist to hold you in place so she can fuck you better.

She suddenly turned you around, your body flat on the bed and she relentlessly hitting your cervix with her cock and moaning on your ear, licking your neck and back. Her body felt heavy and safe and your mind kept wandering again and again to puppies, as if you were trained exactly for that.

"Your puppies, I- I need them" You couldn't hold it in anymore, loudly moaning for her, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. It felt dizzy, as if you were hungry for a very long time.

She got off your body, pulling you into doggy style, shoving her cock in you once again, hissing when your wet pussy made contact with her dick. Grabbing the sheets you could only hide your face there, your body perfectly arched as you finally started to release your pheromones, scenting the whole apartment and more. It smelled like a wet garden: soft and cozy, perfect for Seulgi's petrichor.

Your body felt like a feather, at the same time it felt like it was being ripped apart. That pain was starting to feel heavy, unbearable; only her cock could satiate that urge, that primal instinct. You started to follow her thrusts, your back shots hard and fast, swallowing her 9 inch cock with ease.

Drooling, shaking, babbling and probably a lot of other things, your body started violently shaking and so did hers. She was growling, animalistic and completely wild when she tossed you around to press your knees against your chest.

"I'm gonna breed you so hard, fuck" She shoved her cock back inside you and you started fully sobbing, clawing at her arms and covered thighs.

"Oh my fucking god please, cum inside me, please give me your pups" You were screaming and shaking and she was completely out of her mind. Your scent felt too fucking good, that mating press position giving her access to your cunt in a way she never thought she would actually have.

She kissed you, still fucking and pressing your knees on your chest, marking your legs with her nails. You felt the urge to mark her. Being new at this you just followed your instincts, your fangs coming out to bite her neck and she smiled, covering your mouth with her big hand.

"No marking" She growled, her knot growing and making it hard to move her hips. "Good pussy, so fucking good" She was out of her mind, her eyes closed as yours did the same, moaning against her palm. "You are mine, mine"

She felt your cum on her dick and that was the last straw for her as ropes and ropes of her thick semen covered the insides of your cunt, her cock pulsing hard. You held her hips there with every ounce of strength left in your body, both your scents mixing up as her knot finally popped inside, making your cries become relieved and pained at the same time.

It hurt, definitely.

Your cries became more and more erratic because you were not really understanding your feelings, but soon you were engulfed in her scent, her calm and gentle petrichor scent; she lowered your legs on both of her sides, circling your waist with her arms and switching positions so you would lay on her chest as you were still connected and would be for some time.

Soon your cries became whimpers and sniffles, very quiet as you felt her ever so calming presence.

"It hurts..." You managed to say, hiding your face on the crook of her neck.

"I know, sweetie" She cooed, caressing your back. "I am sorry you have to go through that, but that's just the first time" She made you look at her, her alpha side going ballistic by hearing your whimpers. "It gets better with time" She kissed the tip of your nose and you lightly moaned, clenching. God, you were going insane again.

"You swear and promise?" She looked at you with amusement, her professor side almost slipping in to correct that phrase but she found you so adorable at that moment that she didn't had the heart to do it.

"I swear and promise, sweetheart" She smiled at you, her eyes were so pretty up close.

You hummed, filling your lungs with air. Her very scented air, releasing your own without you even knowing.

You were feeling aroused again, your body feeling hot and that dizzying feeling hitting you like a bullet.

"Professor Kang..." You breathed out, feeling that her knot had shrunken and her cock was already hard.

"I know, omega" Her voice sounded scarier, very alpha-like. "I'm here to take care of your needs..." Was the last thing you remembers her saying before her cock slammed into you once again.

#gxg smut #red velvet smut #seulgi smut #kang seulgi #red velvet seulgi #alpha seulgi #red velvet

[thatfreshi]

We Never Cease Being Lucky (Astarion x Reader)

TW - anxiety attack

Recommended Song: Renee - Sales

You absolutely adore birthdays. Although, you haven't celebrated yours since you met Astarion on that godforsaken beach. You remember asking when his is, as you do with everyone. He trailed off, distant.

"I... I don't quite remember."

You never asked about it again, but that sadness kept you in a chokehold. How could you go so long without celebrating your birthday? It's not fair, to not be able to celebrate life, to have that ripped away from you.

Once you end your adventures, you buy a house together, free from all the past pains, dancing on hardwood floors far from anything that ever hurt you. You still live in Baldur's Gate though, and you realize something one day while lying in bed.

"Aster, you were born here, right?"

"Of course, never left, well until I was taken."

You smirk, a little plan unfolding in your mind.

"I know what we're going to do this evening."

It's not often you have a suspicious smile across your face. He's curious.

"Well my love, please do tell."

"We're going to break into the courthouse!"

He laughs, sitting up to stretch, letting go of the slumber.

"Adorable. As far as I recall, we're done with our silly little adventures."

You just stare at him, and he realizes you're serious.

"Wait, why do you want to break into the courthouse?"

"It's a secret!"

"I feel as though it's hardly fair to ask for my assistance if you're not even going to tell me why."

"Well, it's for you. You'll see."

"Alright then, I revoke my complaints. Breaking into the courthouse, sounds great."

He used to be a lot more secretive about it, but he loves when you do things on his behalf. You don't often get such an opportunity, but tonight, tonight you finally get to give him something he's been missing for so long. Of course, as long as everything goes to plan. You tell him to grab a few lockpicks, and the two of you head out into the darkness.

"Sooooo, you can't even give me the slightest hint as to what you're up to?"

"Nope, but at least now you know it involves your very own specialty: sneaky criminal activity."

"Now, I think I have quite a few other far more interesting specialties, but I guess I'm just a glorified key to you."

He scoffs.

"No, you're just really good at getting into places quietly, and I think if I did this by myself I'd probably get arrested, and I definitely don't need you bailing me out considering you'd hold it over my head forever."

"Well you're right about that."

You give him a playful shove, and he trips on a loose cobblestone.

"Okay, rude. Maybe I'll turn you in anyways, say you were trying to involve me in some illegal heist against my will."

"But if you do that, you don't get your surprise!"

"Ugh, fine. I'll play along."

You shush him as you get closer to your target. There's a sleeping guard posted outside, one that the two of you successfully sneak past, finding a side entrance.

"Do you have any idea where this door leads?"

"Nope."

You smile at him, and he rolls his eyes.

"You're asking me to open a lock and you have no idea what's behind it? You clearly are not as masterful of a thief as you used to be."

He starts to pick away at the lock anyways.

"Well, I have been in retirement for a little bit."

At the end of your sentence, you hear that final click, and he opens the door. When the two of you get inside, it's pitch black, all the candles and oil lamps burnt out.

"Do you see any signs that say Records?"

"No, what would I possibly want with the city's records?"

"You'll see! Gods, just let me do something nice."

"It seems like I'm doing most of the work so far..."

"It's fine. Once we find the records room I can do the rest. You're just helping."

He can't resist that grin of yours, clearly excited by your mysterious plans. Astarion gives in, sighing as if he's bothered, but the two of you continue to look for the records room. Eventually, you turn a corner to yet another locked door. You bat your eyes at him, and he goes to work once again.

"You owe me after this."

"Please my love, I'm telling you you're gonna be so excited!"

"If you insist my dear."

He gets the second door unlocked, ushering you inside. He casts fire, lighting up a nearby candelabra. You're met with bookshelves stacked high with pieces of paper loosely put together, turning more golden and tattered as you look to your left.

"This is it!"

You immediately start to look at the dates on the records, finding the range of about two centuries ago. Without a care for the organization, you quickly flip through years and years of records, looking for anything that could be a birth record.

"Darling, I thought the point was to sneak in here, not throw papers all over the floor and have someone know we were here."

You ignore him, becoming a little desperate to find what you're looking for. The text is fading on some of these documents, making it hard to know they're not his. He crouches down on the floor beside you, realizing you're stressing out about this unknown objective.

"Hey, hey, Tav. What's wrong?"

You start to tear up a little, thinking this would be so simple, that this stuff wouldn't be so carelessly stacked on shelves.

"I can't- I can't find it."

You throw the stack of papers on the floor, wiping a tear off your cheek.

"I know you're trying to do something nice for me my sweet, but maybe if you told me what you're looking for, I could help you."

You sniffle, trying not to go into a full sob.

"I- I wanted to-"

You choke up, almost unable to speak. He takes your hands in his.

"Breathe Tav, breathe. In, and out."

You listen to him, trying your best to just inhale and exhale. You didn't think this attempt was going to lead to an anxiety attack, but luckily he's dealt with plenty himself. Your breath steadies as you tightly grab his hands.

"Now, what are you looking for?"

"I... I was trying to see if I could find your birth certificate. You know, since we don't know when your birthday is and all, I thought it might be nice to know. I feel so bad, it just passes every year and you're none the wiser."

He's dumbfounded, shock in his eyes, almost a little confused. You were having an anxiety attack just now because you weren't going to find when his birthday is?

"Darling, I... that's very sweet, but nothing worth this much stress. I haven't even thought about it in years."

"Yeah, but I just really love birthdays, and I just wanted a day where we could celebrate you, you know?"

"I appreciate that sentiment, truly, but if we can't find it, it's okay. You tried, and that's enough. Besides, what's the point in keeping something almost three centuries old at this point?"

"I don't know, I thought that was their job, to keep old shit."

You look at the scattered papers, and he follows your gaze. Something catches his eye, a document sitting to your left.

"Wait, look at that one."

You turn, picking up the piece of paper and holding it in the light of the flame.

"Holy shit."

He sits himself on your shoulder, looking at the writing with you.

"Gods, I really am that old."

You smile, another small tear falling.

"Aster, look. It's tomorrow."

He continues to read, eyes crossing the date again.

"We never cease being lucky, do we?"

"No, I guess we don't."

You turn to kiss his cheek, and then roll up the paper, putting it in your bag.

"Wait, you can't just take that!"

"Why not? Means more to us than them."

You simply shrug and he shakes his head, almost in disappointment. You clearly had no intention of making it seem like you weren't here. He doesn't stop you though, as he can't deny he'd like to keep his birth certificate as well.

"Thank you my dear, for always thinking of me."

"There's nothing more important I could think of."

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #fluff #comfort

[the-record]

ICU

SUMMARY: ellies lost her keys…again… luckily dina’s pretty friend has an empty bed

PAIRING: ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: none?

A/N: i missed these and yall!! not fully back but i miss writing also if u see stranger things content don’t be alarmed! still v much in love with ellie and abs

‘ I FEEL SOMETHING WHEN I SEE YOU NOW ‘

elliewilliams

elliewilliams LET ME INNNNNNNN. JOEL PLEASE LET ME INNNNNNNN

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dina_nolastname BAAHHAHA IMAGIWN 

   elliewilliams i HATE you CRY URSELF TO SLEEP

joelmmm 💤💤💤

   elliewilliams JOEL PLEASE UTS COLD

   elliewilliams IM TIRED AND IM VERY SORRY 

   elliewilliams JOELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

jessesucks go to tommy and marias stupid

   elliewilliams why didnt i think of that? oh wait I DID ITS 2 AM AND THEY HAVE A BABY STUPJD HOW DID YOU EVEN GRADUATE??!!?!?!

yourusername did u lose ur key again

   elliewilliams …no… also HOW DO U KNOW AB THAT?!?!

      yourusername dina talks a LOT when shes drunk

angel: ellie come to mine

ellie: huh?

a: ur locked out, im not, my beds made, urs probably isnt, come over.

e: u barely know me?!?!?

a: dina trusts u idc, come over rn or ill pick u up.

e: send me ur address.

“this was really nice of you.” ellies voice breaks the silence as make room for her beside you. you wave your hand, no worries, but she insists. “no seriously, you could’ve let me die. freeze. starve even.”

when you laugh she doesn’t think she’s ever heard a better sound. “ellie i don’t think any of those things would’ve happened.” you smile and lean on an elbow to look at her. “and i really don’t mind, gets lonely anyways. need a loser dork to fill the silence.” you tease.

she gasps in faux hurt, tracing an imaginary tear down her face.

elliewilliams

elliewilliams an ANGEL yall. $10,000,000 for her and her only.

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yourusername bye i let you stay over a night 😭 i didnt cure cancer

   elliewilliams ur right. $100,000,000 mb

dina_nolastname *sighs*

   elliewilliams i hate you.

joelmmm yourusername I am so sorry Ellie intruded, I’ll pay you for your time and kindness. 

   yourusername 😭😭 damn

      elliewilliams ignore him, he drinks

         yourusername its 8 am.

jessesucks oh you will NEVER live this down.

   elliewilliams blocked.

a_anderson you are an embarrassment to society!

   elliewilliams i hate all of u.

e: hey!

a: real chipper today huh

e: didn’t lose my key all week so yes very

e: i have a question tho

a: lmao im gonna steal ur key from u, whats up?

e: do u wanna go to a concert this weekend??

e: i bought the tickets for dina and i but she cancelled last minute and jesse cant go

e: its like 2 hours away on saturday 

e: also do NOT touch my key please i m begging

a: yea actually id love too :)

a: text me the details

e: great

e: okay yea ofc

elliewilliams 

elliewilliams so…

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dina_nolastname MRS STEAL UR GIRL 

   elliewilliams SHE WAS NEVER URS!!!

jessesucks GASPING when did this development occur.

   elliewilliams 🤓☝️

      jessesucks BREAK UP

yourusername girl on the left is sooo fine

   elliewilliams crazy, im more into the one on the right

   dina_nolastname yall r EMBARRASSING 

joelmmm yourinstagram Come for dinner tomorrow! Would love to meet Ellie’s pick of the month. 🩷

   yourinstagram GOODBYEEE

   elliewilliams JOEL?!?!??!!!??!

yourusername

yourusername in an interesting turn of events…

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jessesucks GAG

   yourusername this is why dina dumped you! 💋

      dina_nolastname BYEEE true tho

elliewilliams bruh we are so cute

   yourusername okay “bruh”

      elliewilliams WIAT OM SORRY

dina_nolastname mrs. stolen girl 💔💔

   yourusername im always urs bae 

a_anderson wheres MY cute gf damn.

   yourusername I KNOW SOMEONE WHOO LIIIIIIKES YOU!!

      a_anderson SPILL. 

   elliewilliams go away! 💋

a: hey

e: hi

a: come over?

a: please?

e: are you okay??

a: just please come over.

e: im omw right now

e: be there in 10

e: unlock the front door

a knock on your door wakes you from the light sleep you’d been in. a small ‘come in’ has ellie gently opening the door and walking softly towards your bed. her hands brush hair from your face, a kind smile on her face. something you can’t pinpoint in her eyes.

“you doing okay babe?” her voice is just above a whisper, though no one else would be home to hear it otherwise. “tired?”

you hum an answer out and reach for one of her hands, fiddling with her rings and avoiding her eyes. “can you turn off the light and sit with me?” she smiles and nods, savoring one more second before standing and taking off her jacket while walking to the switch.

its still light out, the evening sun beginning to set but still lighting up enough of your room. as she’s getting in beside you, she notices what you’re wearing. “nice shirt,” ellie says with a snort.

its one of hers, you stole it a few weeks ago with no intention of giving it back. her heart grows as a small smile graces your features. “there she is.” you flush and turn away. she coos teasingly while getting comfortable behind you.

when you do turn, shes the perfect pillow. her fingers trace your features as your eyes shutter closed.

e: hi love, you wanna do something today?

a: you have something in mind?

e: thought we could go bowling 

e: that new bowling place just opened downtown, looks cute

a: kinda tired. do something at home?

e: alreadyomw with snacks for u

a: youre the best.

a: i miss you.

e: i miss you too. you doing okay?

a: are you at work

a: im tired

e: i get off in 30 

e: come over to mine, joel will let you in

a: okay

elliewilliams 

elliewilliams bbg needs a NAP theyre grouchy

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yourusername i know where you live.

   elliewilliams LOVE YA!

joelmmm Photo creds.

   elliewilliams sighs.

dina_nolastname angel ALWAYS needs nap bro gets really grumpy

   yourusername I ALSO KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

      dina_nolastname see? grumpy.

jessesucks we’ve all seen the pictures she looks absolutely BEAUTIFUL, uhm… and he’s there… (ellie is he)

   dina_nolastname (ellie is he) BYE

   yourusername HEY JESSIE WOAHHH FEELS LIKE A PARTY EVERYDAY

   elliewilliams remember when dina dumped u?

a: can we go to the aquarium 

e: you feel up to it?

a: no obviously i asked because i don’t 

e: OKAY SORRY DAMN

e: god just being a supportive girlfriend and this is what i get. 

a: GOODBYE I DONT WANNA GO ANYMORE

e: no im sorry im sorry im sorry i wanna go

a: YAY

a: pick me up in 30 pls

e: of course love 

e: im glad you’re feeling better

e: very excited rn

yourusername

yourusername finally left the house after 72628748829 years 

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elliewilliams @ the guy who took this for us ur so real

   yourusername YEA!!!!!!

dina_nolastname yall r so cute CRY

   yourusername u want me fr

jessesucks ICK

   dina_nolastname this is why i dumped u

elliewilliams 

elliewilliams a moment for the gf!

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yourusername OF ALL THE THINGS YOU POST THIS?!?!? THIS?!!!!!!!?

   elliewilliams but u look so pretty

      yourusername CHOKE ily

         elliewilliams I love YOU

dina_nolastname my wife is so gorg

   elliewilliams back off?

      yourusername LADIES LADIES theres enough of me to go around

jessesucks cute ig

joelmmm You found a good one babygirl! 

   elliewilliams DAMN RIGHT I DID

e: hey i love you

a: i love you too

a: u lose ur key again?

e: …

a: ffs come over good god

e: already here!

a: R U IN MY KITCHEN??!

e: ur mom says hi

e: be up in a sec!! snacks!

#! kates babes ! #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader #🎵 smau 🎵

[lovlive]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ midnight insomnia' - c.yj

SYNOPSIS - its the middle of the night and you have 2 problems; no.1 you cant sleep, and no.2 you miss your boyfriend. PAIRING - choi yeonjun x f!reader GENRE - fluff, established relationship WARNINGS - reader is depicted with a pink colour, reader is called ‘baby’ and ‘girlfriend’, just yeonjun and y/n being really cute with eachother <3 requested from anon: hi! i dont think you've posted yet, maybe your busy or just dont know what to write about since your a new blog, but i want to put in a req.. could you do reader x yeonjun with the prompt “i can’t sleep, come to my bed” id actually die AAH im so curious what you could turn this into, thanks :}

notes: thanku sm for the req! yeah, i havent been writing yet since my brain was blank tbh i had no ideas for a fanfic in mind 😭😭 but now youve added fuel to my fire and ill try start writing more often :3 (and yes, the 127 in the fic was on purpose)

The moon cast a soft glow through the small sliver between your curtains, painting the room in hues of silver. In the quiet of the night, you tossed and turned under your soft blanket, unable to find solace in slumber. As you battled with your insomnia, you just couldnt keep your mind off of one thing; Yeonjun. You couldnt stop thinking about the way he would hold you through these chilly early-spring nights, and how much you missed his warm body next to yours. At this point you’ve realised just how starved you were from him despite only seeing him a couple of days ago.

You gave up on your slumber, rolling like a log from one side of your bed to another to pick up your phone. The sharp glow from the screen hit your eyes, your face instinctively scrunching up since you werent used to the brightness. Your fingers lazily glided over to the message app icon, and then tapped on Yeonjun’s contact. The time at the side of the screen caught your eye, and your realised it was 1:27 AM. You were a little weary of texting your boyfriend at this late hour; you knew that he was probably tired after a long day of practicing and you didnt want to seem selfish or too clingy. But you shook off your bad feelings since you knew that Yeonjun wasnt the type to be able to fall asleep easily either. You began to type your messages…

“jjunieeee..”

“baby… ☹️”

As expected, Yeonjun was of course awake. Your one word messages were opened by him a minute later. He looked at the texts, a little confused on why you’d be texting him right now. Any how, he started typing back.

“y/n? why’re you still up. you better not be up to some weird shi 😐”

“jjunie, i cant sleep. come to my bed.”

“baby, its half 1 in the morning.”

“please..😔 i really cant sleep and i need sum1 by my side 😞”

“y/n you’re going to be the death of me... but what wouldnt i do for my beautiful girlfriend”

“ill be there in 5”

“yippee! 😇 i love you ❤️”

“love you more baby ❤️”

Your face lit up as your boyfriend agreed to come over. You immediately put your phone back on your side table and plugged it back into charging, then quickly tossed the dirty socks that were lying on your bedroom floor underneath your bed to appear a little tidier. After a little while, you could hear a quiet knock echo through your small apartment; your face lighting up once again. Your feet quickly brought you to your hallway, where you rummaged your drawer for your keys. Eventually finding them, you jammed the correct key into the keyhole, twisiting it and gently opening the door. As your boyfriend appears from behind the door, you immediately pull him into a hug, shutting the door behind him. “Whats up with you today?” He teases as he feels your arms lock around him tightly, wrapping his arms around your waist in response. “Just missed you baby.” You responded, taking in his soft scent which you missed badly. “Y/n, we just saw eachother a few days ago..” His chuckle landed right in your ear, warm breath brushing right up against your ear. The sensation of course did not fail to make you blush a little. “Yeah, but ‘just a few days ago’ feels like an eternity to me.” You whisper into his shoulder, finding comfort in just burrying your face in his shoulder and hiding from the world. You feel his hands come away from your waist and up to your back, rubbing small circles. “You really arent a patient person, are you? Now, lets get you to bed.” He whispers as he takes your hand in his and begins to lead you over to your bedroom. You obviously dont resist, and grip his hand back as you walk behind him. None of you made a sound as you walked to your bedroom. Both of your social batteries were drained from the long day you’ve survived today, and all you wanted to do was to hold eachother in peace as you tried to fall back into a slumber.

You walk into your bedroom, and Yeonjun leads you straight to your bed. He lets you crawl in and under the covers as he takes off his jacket and throws it onto the chair you have by your desk. He came just wearing his pajamas, since he knew all you were going to do together was snuggle and sleep. He climbs onto your bed, arms wrapping tightly around your body as your face hides in his chest. His hand runs through your soft hair in a consoling manner, trying to get you to feel more tired and sleepy. His hands work like magic, your eyes beginning to feel heavier by the minute. But before you fall asleep, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and manage to whisper a set of three familiar words.

“I love you.”

#drabble #kpop imagines #one shot #x reader #kpop #yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun drabbles #txt #txt imagines #txt fanfic #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #yeonjun oneshot #oneshot #txt oneshots #new kpop blog #fanfic

[peachesofteal]

I’m so sorry but if I was Darling I would literally break up with them, maybe threaten to get an abortion… idk but Darling going batshit crazy on them is very interesting to think about 🤔🤔

How do you think she’d confront them??

Takes place after this.

TW: reader contemplates abortion, also spits in Simon's face

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / we support women's wrongs in this house

You make a beeline for the bedroom, both of them trying to keep a respectful distance from you, but still staying close.

"Just, let us-"

"Let you what?!" You turn, halfway inside the open door, fingers clutched around the frame. "Let you what? Explain how you violated me for your own desires? Explain how you betrayed my trust, my love? Explain how you literally ruined my life?"

"Stop this." Simon vows, and you bark a laugh.

"No." And then to your immense pleasure, and their shock, you rear back, and hawk a projectile of spit directly in Simon's face before slamming the door and locking it.

The act only buys you thirty seconds of silence, before they start back up again.

"Darling, open this door."

"FUCK YOU!" you scream it, and yank your work bag free from the end of the bed, throwing it next to the duffel that you're stuffing some clothes into haphazardly.

"Please, let us explain. Just talk to us, we can fix this. I promise." Johnny tries, pleading, voice broken and desperate but you have no mind to listen, to hear him. You shake your head even though you know they can't see you, and then to your horror, you hear the metal sound of a click, like a key, in a lock.

"Don't you dare!" your voice screeches. "Don't you dare pick that lock." Sweatpants, sweatshirt, work clothes. What else? Toiletries, stuff for shower-

"We just want to come in so we can talk, and all try to calm down. It's not good for you to be so worked up." Simon keeps his voice very even, very level, and you know it's a tactic.

"If you come through this door I swear to fucking god." You glance at the nightstand, the one on Johnny's side. The one that you know has a handgun in it, and swallow. "Or... you know, why not? Since clearly you have no respect for me, or my boundaries, why wouldn't you just come through that door. It's not like you haven't done worse."

"Love-"

You close your eyes. Everything's building, in the back of your mind, in the back of your throat, reality pushing down on you, sitting on your chest like it weighs a million pounds.

You're pregnant. You're pregnant, because they decided to take control of your own fucking body. You're pregnant, and about to be out on your own. With no help. No support. No options-

Well...

It's still so early, you're not very far along. You're definitely within the window for an abortion, aren't you?

Dark satisfaction blooms across your soul when you think about it, think about how they would feel to know you took control of your own body, that you took back what belonged to you anyway.

A plan starts to formulate in your mind. One that feels, executable. Feels doable.

"Darling, please. We're worried, I-"

"Just give me a minute." you snap.

You take your time, unpacking your essentials that you'll need for now, tidying up the space and then making it look like you've just been sitting in here, crying.

You roll your shoulders, take a deep breath, and prepare to open the door, but not without one last look at the packed duffel that waits under the bed.

Soon.

#peaches asks #peaches writes #baby trap au #tw dark and twisty #tw dark themes #tw abortion #ghost x soap x reader #soap x ghost x reader #ghoap x reader