crazymushroomvee

[crazymushroomvee]

you cant take another hit arthur

[crazymushroomvee]

[crazymushroomvee]

The art of the squeeze

Kieran Duffy oneshot!! I take suggestions if you want!!

Kieran Duffy x F!Reader, flirting, flustered Kieran, reader wears a corset

Kieran was a sweet thing. He would watch you from behind the horse he was brushing, every morning as you got ready. Watching as Mary-Beth or Tilly or one of the other girls tighten your corset. It fascinated him how it would squeeze your body in the right way, making your curves more noticeable. It made him feel a certain way…

Today the girls were out in town doing god knows what. You were a bit late getting ready. You tried to tighten the corset pulling on the laces with little reward. She huffed then looked around. Spotting Kieran and called him over.

“Kieran! Could you come here?”  He practically stumbled from how quickly he came to her.

He’s a bit surprised but he looks down to where she was sitting.

“Y-yeah? What do you need?” He controls his gaze, preventing his eyes from wandering over your body as you were almost only in a petticoat, bloomers and a corset. She tugged on the lacing and tilted her head back to look up at him.

“Could you lace me up please?” She asked with a soft smile.

He swallowed nervously but nodded, sitting down behind her and taking the lace into his hands. He tugged it a little bit tighter. She paused before speaking.

“Can you do it a bit tighter?”

Kieran hesitated before speaking, gently expressing his concern.

“I.. a-are you sure..? I really don't want to hurt you none.. I-it already feels like you can barely breathe..” A soft concerned look paints itself on the poor boy’s face.

She gives him a soft smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. She whispers gently, “You’re so sweet.”  A now pink faced and flustered Kieran stutters and fails to speak coherently.

he takes a breath before finally speaking 

“A-am not! I- I’m strong like- like a horse! n-not sweet!” he tries to frown but only ends up doing a cute pout. She giggles softly at this

“Oh you.. Now lace it up tighter.. Please.” she asked with a sweet tone, playfully batting her eyelashes at him. The sweet boy huffs and shakes his head.

“I.. I think it's tight enough.” he said with a slightly firm tone.

She tilted her head back against his chest, looking up to him.

“Pleaseee~?” she said sweetly. He let go of the lace and crosses his arms pouting again, though his resolve is quickly crumbling he looks away. She chuckled. “How about.. If you do it tighter I’ll give you a kiss. A proper one.” she gives him a subtle smirk as his face heats up. Kieran is bright pink. 

“Uhm.. O-okay..” He takes a breath before tightening the lacing. her breath hitched at the sudden tightness, she didn't expect him to take up the offer and actually pull tight. Kieran felt his heart stop, he froze. Did he hurt her? “I- are you okay? I'm sorry- did I hurt you? I didn't mean to- I’m sorry.”

She laughed gently, “You big softie..” She gently turned his head by his chin and kissed him. He let out a little squeak of surprise making her smile into the kiss. she pulled away after a moment. “There. You did it perfectly- now can you tie it?”

He sat still. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He whispered hoarsely and weakly “O-okay..”

He felt all warm and fuzzy the rest of the day.

[crazymushroomvee]

Hi.. Uhm so I haven't been on here since what.. April? I've fallen off of Call of duty, I'm going to do a rehaul and just do one-shots for characters I like at that moment. Right now I like:

RDR2, RDR, Hannibal NBC, Peaky Blinders.

If you want more content check out my tiktok which is: vee_hi_there

Same user for my C.ai I rarely make bots but I'll try and do stuff.

P.S: My tiktok is a semi face reveal I guess.

I'm also starting to write a real book. So I'll be working on that.

[crazymushroomvee]

HII SORRY FOR BEING DEAD

I have a teaser for my WIP ready, yay!

This is also a different timeline, not au

The readers character (only mentioned in the teaser) is inspired by @bellgraves !!

The Bakery..?

NOT GOING TO BE WRITTEN

There are no warnings yet.

"I got an extra job for you boys." Laswell added during a mission debrief.

"How many needed Kate?" Price's gruff tone questioned. Soap, Ghost and Gaz kept quiet and listened.

"Two, and we can't provide much outside support.." She sounded a little annoyed.

"Why? What kind of mission is this?" Ghost piped up sounding slightly puzzled. It was strange to have little support.

"We got a hot tip. Graves told us about an arms dealer who supposedly has links with Konni, AQ, and even El Sin Nombre. Mostly sells Intel and weapons." Kate sighed.

"How does Graves know all of this? What's his source?" Gaz added suspicious.

"We don't know.. John, who are you sending?" She didn't seem to trust the Intel herself.

"Me and the Sargent will go." Ghost followed up, gesturing to Soap. He got a curt nod in reply from the Sargent.

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OKAY, SO WHAT WE THINKING YES OR NO? (I had so many different versions, that's why it took so long.)

[crazymushroomvee]

Hey. I'm sorry I haven't been posting, my depression has gotten kinda bad recently and im just trying to work on a big project for you guys. I hope y'all understand.

Love ya.

-Vee

[crazymushroomvee]

HERES A REQUEST:

Reader annoys Rudy so much to the point he contemplates leaving🧍🏻‍♀️ idk I'd suggest a better one but it's 7:30 AM where I live rn and my brain is a MESS😭

Here ya go!!!

Mi vida.

Tags: Rudy parra x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, slight angst

The door opened. He was home. All the lights were off. You were nowhere to be seen. He sighed and turned on the hallway light, groaning in annoyance when he saw the mess you promised to clean. He paid it no mind and went into the kitchen, placing down the bags of groceries.

She timidly stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey.. Rudy.." She said as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt. She was worried he'd be mad.

"Mi vida." He stated sternly. "What did you promise to do?"

".. clean.." She replied. She realised she had been caught.

"What did you do instead?" He looked at her as he opened the various cupboards, putting away the food.

She looked at him shamefully.

"Nothing.. that's what I did.." She walked into the living room and sat down. Her leg bounced, and she nibbled on her lip.

He sighed. He dealt with the empty grocery bags. He walked into the living room, taking off his [plate carrier/vest], hanging it up on the coat rack. (Such a weird place to put it, I know.) He sat down beside her. He could sense she was tense.

"Cariño.. what's wrong?" He asked in a soft tone. Placing a hand on her bouncing leg. Drawing his thumb in soothing circles.

She stayed silent. Avoiding his eye contact, she tapped her fingers together. He watched her behaviour. He got slightly irritated. He hated seeing her like this, unwilling to talk to him. He removed his hand from her leg and placed it on his own thigh. he sighed and leaned back into the couch. He slid off his grey zip-up hoodie.

"Mi vida.. please just talk to me." He said, his tone slightly revealing his irritation.

"Nothing is wrong. I'm okay. Just.. drop it, please Rudy.." She lied. It was so obvious.

He groaned in annoyance. He rubbed his face with one hand and suddenly got up. Putting on his hoodie again. He zipped it up.

"I'm going for a walk. You know the drill, call me if anything bad happens.." he said, shutting the door behind him. He let out a long sigh as be set off on his walk, the stars shining above his head. So many thoughts passed through his head..

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She snapped back into reality as the door shut and Rudy was gone. She eyed the mess around the house.

"God.. I'm such a mess.." She mumbled to herself. She started to pick up the items of clothing scattered around the house. Tossing them into the hamper.

After that was done, she began to vacuum. She sighed, realising how badly she let go. She was in one bad spiral right now.. You really needed to talk to Rudy.

As he walked, he spoke softly under his breath. Mostly ranting and going over his thoughts. He froze and stopped moving. He just realised what his thoughts mostly lead to..

"What?.. no.. no. I can't leave her.." There was subtle doubt in his mind. He shook his head and continued to walk. Attempting to dislodge the doubt. She had been so distant lately.. going back on promises.. he didn't know what to do.

She accomplished the cleaning. She still felt shameful for not doing it in the first place.

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The front door opened. His footsteps could be heard. She lay on the couch scrolling on her phone. The lights are off again. They flicked on.

"Wow.." he said as he eyed the newly spotless floor.

She walked into the hallway seeing him. She looked at the floor.

"I.. I'm sorry for not cleaning in the first place.. I've cleaned now, though, sweeped, vacuumed, and started the laundry.." She said, her eyes darting from the floor to Rudy.

"No te preocupes.. Por favor cariño, can you please talk to me?" He asked as he walked up to her, caressing her arms. "Something is going on. I can tell. I want you to know you can speak to me.." his loving gaze always made her weak.

"I.. I just don't know why I've been feeling so bad lately.." she admitted. She felt like she was about to crumble.. her eyes became glassy, and she sniffled.

"Hey.. hey.." he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and guided her onto his lap. He looked up and watched her lovely face. "Lo siento.. its all okay.. just breathe. I'm here.." he cupped her cheek. Wiping her tears as they began to fall.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.." Her voice trembled, she shook slightly. This compelled him to hold her closer, he held her close. His hrip tight and comforting.

"Sh.. sh... No es tu culpa.." he placed kisses on your arms, and continued to look at you lovingly. "Life gets hard.. I just want you to know I'm always here for you Mi amor.."

"Lo siento por llorar mucho..." she whispered in a raspy voice.

"No need to be sorry.. its a normal thing. I love you." He comforted her. Like he always did, and always would do.

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Okay, so that followed the request remotely.. I just can't help but turn everything angstly or hurt comfort, lol. Hope this is good love yall!

[crazymushroomvee]

Always, Forever.

Partially inspired by this song: (though not really)

Tags: fem!reader, comfort, soft Makarov, one-shot, short.

Here you go, Anon!

Russian words translation:

мой ангел - my angle

Вова - Vova [Makarov's nickname]

Да - yes

Спасибо - thank you

You woke up to the sound of a crash. A soft mumble of annoyance could be heard. You groaned softly, feeling a headache take over your senses.

Her eyes shut. Listening to the soft steps approaching the room. A creak interrupted her thoughts.

"Мой ангел..? Are you awake?" He called out as he walked in the room. Refusing to turn on the main light, he turned on the lamp.

She nodded her head and let out a gentle hum in response. She loved loved hearing her husbands voice.

"Вова..." She he softly called out to him. He set something down beside her on the nightstand. Kneeling, he took her hand and squeezed it three times. Their signal for 'I love you'.

"I'm here.. You and me always, forever."

Her eyes fluttered open to look at her husband. Her soft eyes always brought warmth to his heart. His cold demeanour always fades around her. She would always be the only one to hear his laughter.. his true laughter. See his true smiles.

She whined softly as her headache throbbed.

"Oh.. you poor thing.. Do you need more painkillers?" He said as he set the back of his hand against her forehead, checking if she still had a fever.

"Да.. p-please?" She said, sitting herself up slightly.

He softly chuckled at her and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're adorable when you beg.." he remarked softly. Reaching into one of the drawers of the nightstand, he got out a small box of pills. A basic all use painkiller.

He handed her one of the pills, taking a glass of water he had brought in and handing it to her. He stroked her hair.

She popped the little pill into her mouth, taking a sip of water to wash it down.

"Спасибо.." She said, seeming to get a little more energised, but not much.

"I made you some soup if you're hungry?" His green and blue eyes looked at her comfortingly.

Her eyes lit up. He almost never cooked, but when he did.. oh boy, was it a treat.

"Yes, please!" She expressed excitedly, with a warm smile. He ruffled her hair. He bent down and got out the foldable table he used for meals in bed. He set it up and placed the soup on it. Chicken noodle soup.. arguably one of the best kinds of soup.

She let out a giddy laugh. She was a bit drowsy and a little bit 'out of it,' so it made sense for her to get very excited over soup.

As she ate it, he watched her with a gentle grin. It almost tasted like heaven. The more she ate, the more she forgot about her pain.

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The soup, now long gone she had a lazy smile on her face. Everything was cleaned and put away. He sat beside her on the armchair. Reading the newspaper.

As she felt herself succumb to the sweet sucker of sleep, she whispered:

"I love you, Вова.."

"I love you too, мой ангел." He kissed her forehead. He tucked her in and made sure she was comfortable before he made his way out of the room. Softly shutting the door behind him. A satisfied smile on his face.

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Okay! I hope that was good enough anon, I'm so sorry it took almost a week to complete I'm just the worst procrastinator. I hope you like it.

Lots of love,

-Vee <3

[crazymushroomvee]

Compassion...?

Crossposted on Ao3, might be rewritten in the future.

Tags: !femreader, slight angst, anger, fluff, bad writing, amature writer.

 this version of Makarov.

Your husband, Vladimir Makarov, had arrived home from a long and stress filled day. You both lived in a small cabin hidden away from society.

His thudding footsteps could be heard from the kitchen. He took off his coat and boots. She peaked her head through the doorway of the kitchen, his icy blue eyes met hers, easily she could see his bad mood. His muscles were tense. He glared at her, and he stomped into the living room. Vladimir was mad. He wanted a argument.

"Welcome back dear." she said softly attempting to not provoke his anger. She popped her head back into the kitchen. She returned to her cooking.

He sat still clenching his fists. He heard her soft humming from the kitchen. Vladimir got up. Walked over to the kitchen and leaned in the door frame, he watched her figure. Her sweetness irritated him, he wanted her to provoke him. Shout at him. 

He came closer to you and spoke aggressively, with obvious bad intentions.

"Who are you cooking this dinner for?"

You looked confused "You and me?" she looked at him. "who else? It's just us for miles around dearest." she smiled softly as she chopped some fruit. Her sweet voice and gentle smile were just driving him crazy. Makarov was just waiting for her to argue, but she was doing the complete opposite. He sighed.

"Do you even have any idea what I've been through today?"

"No, but I'm willing to listen. That is if you wish to tell me." she said with a soft smile. He was surprised by her gentle responses. It was getting on his nerves, her sweet smile and gentle tone of voice was making him weak. His anger turned into frustration. He looked at her with his piercing eyes and said "I don't want to talk about it."

She nodded. "I understand." She turned her attention to cooking and put the fruit in a bowl, you set it aside.

He stayed near her, waiting for a reaction from her. Her gentleness was driving him crazy. He spoke to her once again. "How come you're so calm? Aren't you angry or disappointed at me?"

"My love, you haven't given me a reason to be. I understand your upset and I want to help. But if you dont want talk thats okay." She put some chicken in the oven. She had a soft smile. "Would drinking something help?"

His brows furrowed for a moment then the relaxed.

"Yes.."

"Great, I'll get you a drink in a moment. You can go sit down." She said gently. His cold behaviour and expression faltered for a moment, she was so sweet.. he tensed up again and walked to the living room and sat in his armchair.

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"Love! I've finished cooking, go sit at the dining table." she called from the kitchen. He snapped from his trance, he was deep in thought. He lifted himself out of his armchair and took tired steps towards his dining chair.

Moments later she walked in carrying two plates, she placed one in front of V-vladimir and one in front of her seat. She walked back into the kitchen, grabbing cutlery, glasses and a bottle of wine. She placed them on the table. Then she lowered herself in her seat.

"Are you feeling better now dear?" she asked as she poured them both some wine. He realized that she was genuine and didn't really want to argue with him. That made him even angrier. He took a deep breath and spoke to her.

"You're not even mad at me? I can't stand it when you're so sweet and gentle like this."

"Is there a reason is should be mad..?"

He was still irritated, but he felt like a little kid who was sulking. His anger was melting.

"It's just frustrating. You're a woman. A woman should be angry if her own husband comes home in a bad mood."

"Why? This is when you need time and compassion, not blind rage from the one you love." She spoke softly.

He looked at her with a very surprised look in his eyes. He was just baffled by what she was telling him. He was not used to being treated with love and care from anyone. He had never even been hugged before. He tried to cover his weakness by taking another aggressive approach.

"You're coddling me, as if I have emotions like a child. This is not normal."

"Do you want me to stop talking? I can if you wish." she asked with care.

He saw that her kindness was genuine, and that's what made him weak. In fact, he was completely overwhelmed by her kindness. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He felt like he had hit a brick wall. He was lost. Makarov always got his way, he was never denied.

"I... I am just confused. I never had someone like you in my life before."

she placed her hand on his and gently squeezed it.

"It's time to change that my love." she kissed him on the cheek. "We should eat before it gets cold."

He turned slightly red. He knew that he had become soft in front of her. He was embarrassed, but still, he was happy. This feeling of softness was nice. Makarov took a deep breath.

"Yeah, that is a good idea." It was strange seeing him not being aggressive after work. He started eating.

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When they had both finished she took all of the dishes and places them in the kitchen sink. Vladimir followed her, he felt more at ease now. He gently whispered her name.

"Yes my love?"

"Thank you.. for everything.." he said looking down at the floor.

"No problem. I love you." she got out a sponge and cleaned the counters. Her movements were fluid and gentle. He watched her movements. He was captivated.

"I.. I love you too.." he spoke softly he wasn't used to showing weakness "Do you need any help..?"

"If you don't mind, could you start to wash the dishes? Thank you Vova.." she smiled. (Vova, shortened/nickname form of Vladimir)

He nodded and walked to the sink and began to clean the dishes. She soon came up behind him and hugged him. "Do you want to talk about it..?"

"Do you mind if I do..?"

"Of course not, I'll always listen to you my dear." She stood by him and listened. He explained about how his men were getting lazier and nearly compromised a whole operation. He sighed.

"Sometimes they are just idiots.." he mumbled.

"That sounds stressful. I'm sorry, I wish they were more competent."

He finished with the dishes, he turns his body and looked her in the eyes. His gentle touch on her arms caused butterflies in her stomach. They embraced.

 

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They moved to the bed and cuddled.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

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