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simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 0.2k

the phone buzzes at 3:07 a.m.

you answer on instinct, heart thudding like a warning—but the moment you hear the low crackle of distant static, your chest eases.

"si?" you whisper, voice thick with sleep.

"told you i'd call."

his voice is gravel, dulled by poor signal and fatigue. but it’s him.

"you okay?"

"fine," he says. it's automatic. a soldier's answer. then quieter, "can't sleep."

you sit up against the headboard, brushing hair from your face. "where are you?"

a silence and then, his answer.

"nowhere good."

he never tells you, not really. you stopped asking a long time ago.

there's a pause. you hear him breathe.

"is she awake?" his question makes you smile for a moment.

"she had a nightmare an hour ago. i rocked her back down, but she’s been babbling since. talking to the ceiling fan, i think.” you explain softly, sitting at the bed.

he huffs something close to a laugh.

"i'll put you on speaker."

in the dim nightlight, your daughter—grace, as he was gifted to call her, lies in her crib, blanket half-kicked off, tiny fists waving at nothing.

simon listens. on the other end of the world, he's crouched in some half-shelled out building, rifle at his side, bone-weary—but when his daughter coos into the line, high and breathy and nonsense-sweet, his eyes close.

"bah-bah. da-da-da-da."

he bites down the ache.

"daa,"she says again, louder, like she knows.

his voice breaks low over the line. "that's me, sweetheart."

as the line keeps up, you smile with your eyes closed. tiny moments, as you called them. tiny moments where simon could feel happy even if he was crossing the whole world.

a/n: simon would have a daughter fight me

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Sweet Tea & Southern Drawl

synopsis: Cowboy!Simon AU has been rotting my brain and now I hope it will rot yours too. Here are some of my Cowboy!Simon Headcanons

warning: cursing and hot southern drawl

Cowboy!Simon is the type of man that will never allow your hand to touch the handle of a car or door while you’re dating him. Can you imagine? No, no, no, not while he’s around.

“Let me get that for you, lass,” He says quick as he steps up to the door of the store before your in hands reach.

“Thank you, Si.” You say chuckling at his chivalry, his hand quick to wrap back around your waist as you both walk in.

“Course.” He says as he follows in his habit of looping his thumb through the belt loops of your jean and tugging you into his side.

You thought you knew a possessive man, well that’s before Cowboy!Simon. God forbid a man looks at you with anything but a cordial gaze.

“I’d appreciate it if ya kept your’ tongue in your mouth, and your eyes off my lady.” He says after a sip of beer and bringing the bottle down from his lips, leaning against the bar.

You and him had gone to a bar with some friends, and while you were enjoying yourself in conversation at the table, Cowboy!Simon went to the bar to order a drink. Hence when he caught this little fucker staring at you with drool on his lips.

The man quick to dodge his eyes from your figure, to the 6’2 glaring male. “Well, dressin’ like that? She’s asking for it, ain’t she.”

He has to chuckle- has too, if he didn’t, he might’ve just slammed that man’s head into the corner table. “My lady, can dress however the fuck she wants, cause she got a man that can fight.” He says crossing his arms over his chest, purposely flexing his biceps that are tightly dressed under a black flannel top, no longer leaning, but standing up straight. “Can you?”

The man was quick to pay his tab and exit the premises, a wise choice.

Under his gruff demeanor, rough skin, broad shoulders and fixed glare-Cowboy!Simon was a lover boy. That’s how his mama taught him to be, and thanks to her, he knew how to treat his woman.

Never was he not a listening ear.

You had had a terrible day, and felt the anxiety and stresses of the week pilling onto you when you called Cowboy!Simon. He was currently fixing the padlock for one of his pastures, but did that stop him from answering your call? No the hell it did not. He put his phone on speaker and worked on fixing the fencing as he listened to you vent to him.

“Si… what’s that banging sound in the background?” You ask him sniffling as post rant you finally realize the sound coming from his end if the call.

“It’s nothing, luv, just fixing something. But you were telling me about what happened to you at lunch, i’m listenin’.” He said prompting you to continue.

You suddenly felt guilty for the time you r taken up, and bring inconveniencing him. “If you’re busy right now, we can talk later. It’s okay-”

He puts down his tools and grabs the phone. “I just finished it, i’m free. Talk to me baby.”

That padlock still isn’t fixed to this day.

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love the Simon and Titan fics! they’re so cute

thank you lovie! I was gone for a while (whoops mb) but i’m back and my drafts are full! Hope to soon upload more 🩵

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My dear sailor 🏴‍☠️

synopsis: Shanks is in town, and he’s only got one person on his mind as he docks in Windmill Village

warming: cursing, (semi) public sex

Windmill village was in such a buzz that you know immediately knew what it meant, Shanks and his crew would be in town soon. The arrival of the Red Hairs Pirates meant good stories, good drinks and even better company.

You went down to the bar to see Makimo in a rush, readying barrels of beer and rum. Today would be one of her biggest sells of the year. She politely nods to you before getting back to work.

“Y/n! Y/n! This is the day. I know it. Shanks is going to let me onto his crew!” Luffy, a young boy that you had a hand in helping raise calls excitedly as he runs around in a hurry to the docks.

“He’d be lucky to have you, Luffy.” You say chuckling. “C’mon, let’s go to the docks together.” You hold your hand out, which Luffy happily takes as he tugs you forward excited to the ocean.

The cool breeze coming from the sea is a balm from the blazing summer sun. The wood planks creaking under you and Luffy’s feet, as you approach the dock- in infamous ship docked and unloading.

You see Yasopp unloading crates, he grins seeing you, “Y/n! My, my, how have you been lass? Prettier everyday.” He says setting down the crate to give you a hug. You’ve known the crew for years, they were all closed family.

“Just fine, thank you, Yasopp. Good to see you too.” You say chuckling.

Luffy tugs on your shirt, “Hey! I wanna say ‘hi’ too!” He says as he tries to wiggle between you two to join in on the hug.

“Oye! Luffy! Get up here and help us haul these crates!” A crew member orders as he comes down the ramp with crates himself. “Y/n, lovely to see you as always.” He bids as he walks down the dock.

As everyone comes down the vessel with there haul in tow, you shake your head and sigh when you see the smirk on Shanks face.

“Sweet lass, where have you been?” He asks dramatically as he comes down the ramp, and quickly wraps and arms around your waist, tugging you against him.

“Mm, better question, where have you been?” You ask him noticing new scars on his chest as your pressed so close to him.

“Oh, you know… the edge of the world,” He says shrugging before chuckling and suddenly kissing you. “Missed you.”

Your used to the nature of Shanks and reciprocated the kiss. He moved feverishly as his lips move against yours, before tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, and delving deeper into the kiss with his tongue. Soft groan leaves him at the familiarity, the history. God, he missed you.

“Shanks! Stop it!” Luffy huffs suddenly pulling the red head away from you. “We don’t have time for your- shenanigans, you need to catch me up on your adventures!”

You laugh at Shanks defeated glance he sends your way before picking up Luffy and setting him on your shoulders. “Here’s a lesson: the best thing about pirate life is coming home to that special someone.”

Luffy rolls his eyes. “Sure, Shanks.”

You and Shanks laugh as you three walk to Makimo bar, Luffy excited to listen to the adventures of the men- who were surely already two beer kegs through.

•••

The night was a buzz, and the energy was boisterous and lively. Tons of village people listening and drunk. When things were getting a little too heated for young eyes, you all bid Luffy good night.

“Shaaaanks, let my stay up with the men!”

“Go on, little man. We will be here in the morning.” Shanks says.

The boy huffs, but after a wave and prolonged goodbye he leaves, to which Shanks is quick to call you over and sitting you on his lap as he drinks. “Finally.” He says exasperated, and everyone begins laughing.

“If it weren’t for the good beer and port, I’d say the only reason we dock at Windmill Village is so Cap’ can see his lass!” Says one of the members while laughing.

You shake your head, slightly flustered, though Shanks doesn’t know the concept of embarrassment or shame as he drinks and holds your hip with on hand and another on your thigh.

•••

Benn Beckman was recounting an encounter the crew had with some Marines, everyone was attentive and hanging onto the edge of there seat- so were you, except because Shanks was currently pumping two fingers unforgivingly, in and out of your wet cunt.

His hand slithered from behind and under your skirt, underwear pulled the the side as he worked you. Other hand holding a mug full of beer.

Your thighs quenched together and you downcasted your gaze as you tried to control your facial expressions and reactions.

“Shanks…you, couldn’t you pick a more appropriate time..?” You ask breathless and whispered.

“This is an appropriate time, y/n.” He says coming to whisper up to your ear. His warm breath fanning shading your skin eliciting a shiver. “I have to stretch you out before tonight, don’t I?”

You huff and try to rebuttal his faulty logic, you swallow a moan, though whimper slipped through your lips. His thick fingers curled and slid, his thumb rubbing you off. When you feel the overwhelming pleasure turn to a force able orgasm, you hesitate.

“Mmm..Shanks not here,” You say voice held back.

He chuckles and instead of reassuring words, he kisses your neck. His lips spotting your skin, and when he finds your pulse point, giving it extra attention.

“Shanks-!” You whisper yelled at him.

“Shhh, you don’t want the entire village to know your cumming on my lap, do you?” He says smirking with a devilish grin as he feels your body tense, a coil tightened to fringes about to loosen.

“Fuck…” You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. So on Shanks lap, surrounded by his crew and the entirety of Windmill Village, you let yourself have the orgasm Shanks has been curating.

“Fuck, lass, don’t make face.” He says smirking as he watches your expressions, his fingers still rubbing you through the high.

It was so lewd, but god did it feel good. Maybe it was the risk of getting caught, or the fact that you’ve just been deprived while Shanks was away of sexual pleasure, but it hit you harder this time. You could feel his hard cock press against your ass, he wills himself to still his hips, as he feels you rut against him.

And suddenly out of nowhere Shanks stands, causing you to almost buckle to the ground if it weren’t for him holding you by the hips.

“Me and Y/n are going to turn in for the night,” He says, setting down his beer and holding you upright by your waist. “Leave some beer for me!” No one really thought you or Shanks would do any sleeping… the captain really did come to Windmill village for one thing, since you could get better beer on other islands, he wanted you. And he’d keep coming as long as the seas let him.

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He’s family! He’s a dog.

synopsis: I just really love Titan (everyone’s favorite Great Dane!) and Simon’s dynamic, so here’s more of it!

warning: cursing

more Titan shenanigans: Pt.1 - Pt.2

Titan was usually a dick to Simon. He still was a dick to him, but less of one as of late, and Simon couldn’t tell why but- thank god almighty! You know how tiring it is to be knocked behind your knees, get your ankles nibbled on, with constant scratching and barking? Hell. It’s hell.

The only thing that sedated Titan was you, and because you and Simon have taken the next step in your relationship and you’ve moved in- Titan has been over the moon, because you spoil him tooth achingly rotten.

“Get the damn mutt down my bed.” Simon growls when he comes into his bedroom- he’s tired. exhausted from days work and just wants to sleep when he sees the devils hell hound on his side of the bed.

“But he wants cuddles….” You say cuddling into Titan side.

“He also wants to occasionally eat shit.” He huffs as he walks over to his side of the bed and tries to push the Great Dane down. Titan doesn’t budge.

“Baby you gotta ask him, nicely.”

“You’ve lost your goddamn mind, I am not asking him anything.” He tries again, Titan just smiles.

“Si, ask him.”

“Y/n, baby, no.”

You sigh at his stubbornness and decide to put aside your hope of him asking. “Titan, can you please lay to the foot of the bed?” You ask him motioning to the spot. And as if he spoke English the dog shifts down to the end of the bed.

“What has the world come to? I have to ask the mutt permission to lay in my own bed.” He mutters as he scoots under the sheets.

——

Simon started to notice the way you treated Titan, like he was a person or something, and it drove him crazy.

“One piece for me,” You whisper before taking a bite of bacon. It was noon and you and Simon… and Titan, were having a lazy Saturday. “One piece for you,” You give Titan a strip of bacon. He sat under the table head peaking between your thighs as you secretly fed him.

Simon’s the twitches as he knows your feeding hells hound. “Y/n, stop feeding it.” He says as he eats his eggs.

“First off, it is a he,” You say pretend you haven’t been dealing under the table, “and i’m not feeding him.”

“I can feel his tail slapping my legs with every piece you give him.” He says unimpressed. “He has dog food.”

“Just a little spoilage. He’s all muscle, he’s not fattening up anytime soon.” You say defending your cause.

Simon groans.

——-

Your lazy Saturday day consisted of cuddles, conversations and snacking. You’ve been in pjs all day. Simon was currently in the kitchen popping popcorn on the stove when he peers to the living room to see you.

“Y/n, that’s too far.” Simon says suddenly.

“What?” You ask taken back.

“You’re letting him rest his head on your tits!”

“I let you rest your head on my tits.”

“That is not the same.”

“I can make the argument that you’ve been down bad like a do-”

He shoots you a glare and you can’t help but laugh out loud.

——-

You both decided that you both needed to get some vitamin D, so you two were currently in the crisp Autumn air, arms linked and Simon holds Titan leash.

“How long have you had Titan?” You ask Simon as your head rest against his forearm, his arm protectively around your waist.

“Master Evil? I’ve had him since he was a pup. He was better than, back then he wasn’t a hellion. It’s been five years since I got him.”

“Yeah? You guys have been together for a while.”

“Eh, I guess after five years you gotta.” He thinks, “There was this one time, before I had him trained, I was out, and he ran out the back gate and when I got back it was so late and I couldn’t find him. Scared the shit out of me. Was out on the streets like a damn fool, random ass shoes on my feet as I find and chase him.”

You laugh and watch as Simon glances at Titan with melancholy and memories.

“He’s part of the family, huh?”

“Y/n please-”

“He is! You love him, despite all your complaints.”

“I don’t love him. I tolerate him.”

Titan suddenly stops walking and Simon runs into him, grunting as he trips.

“Never mind, take it back. He’s a bitch.”

“But he’s ours.”

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from boyfriend- to baby daddy- to husband pt.1

synopsis: You and Gojo have long been separated, but your son keeps you two in each others lives. You’ve found a new man. Your son isn’t pleased and Gojo is determined to remind you what your missing

warming: cursing

A beautiful little boy named Hiroto was the result of your relationship with Satoru Gojo. Though after three years, you grew apart, the stress became too much, Satoru was hardly ever at home and devoted himself entirely to his work, you couldn't take it anymore and broke up.

Nevertheless, he still transferred the money for his son to you every month and picked him up on most weekends or holidays.

Snow was melting on his jacket when he knocked on your door. Unannounced. Saturo had been given the day off and spontaneously wanted to pick up Hiroto, who was now sixteen.

But the sound of arguing and back and forth yelling made him alert. It seems it wasn't so pointless to make a spare key to your door (unknowingly to your knowledge). Unlocking the door, he followed the noises towards the living room, but when he saw your current boyfriend- well more accurately Fiancé, in a screaming match with you.

Seeing Saturo seemed to enrage the man all the more. "Fuck you! Both of you," the Fiancé suddenly spat, his fist slamming into the wall just inches from your head, making you flinch.

As the man attempts to storm out of your house Gojo grabs him by the shoulder, “Don’t ever yell like that in her damn house again.” Before letting him go and locking the door behind him. His blues eyes now turned to you, “Hey, everything alright sweetheart?”

“We’re fine, Saturo… just a disagreement.” You say sighing and rubbing your face as you take a deep breath. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“It was a last minute decision, came to see my favorite son and baby mama,” He says with a grin, focused entirely on you.

“You should’ve text me before hand, he’s not here, he at a friend’s house.” You tell him apologetically.

“Bummer, but that means we can catch up,” He says as he watches you sit down on the sofa. “Like first of all, why’s that jackass yelling at you in your home?”

You groan at the mention of the previous argument. “Hiroto and him don’t get along, and I told him that I would ask for my son’s blessing before officially agreeing to marry him.”

“And why in the world would you wanna marry him? You already had me baby. Doesn’t get better than that.” He says sitting on the couch next to you, extending his arms over the couch.

“Apparently not,” You mumble sarcastically to yourself as you twist the engagement ring in your finger.

When you and Saturo first met you two were young, and stupid, and that’s when you two first became entangled. A couple years later you to find each other again and it’s a real relationship. Until you ended it. Not fighting for you has single handedly been Gojo’s biggest regret, and everyday that he’s seen you since has been him trying to make up for his shortcomings during your relationship.

“Y/n you know you deserve better than him,” He tells you scoffing. “I especially don’t like how he acts with our kid around.” It came from both a place of paternal worry, and selfish jealousy.

“Someone better? Someone like you, huh, Gojo?” Now it’s your turn to scoff and roll your eyes.

“Baby, we have a kid together, you can’t be so formal as to call me by my last name.” ‘Should have been our last name….’ he thinks. “Can you at least set your ego aside for a second to admit you’re miserable with him, without me?”

“You are one to lecture me about ego, Gojo,” You glared at him. “You’re the biggest hypocrite I know.”

Saturo huffs at the level of formality you’re forcing. “Hypocrisy doesn’t mean I’m wrong, baby.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not your baby anymore.”

“And that’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” He says suddenly very vulnerable.

You shake your head. You didn’t have the emotional energy to unload that comment and enter into the topic of discussion at this moment in time.

But Saturo was.

“Y/n, I know I took you for granted… but my greatest triumph was thanks to you, our son. And despite what you say about me, I know you still feel something.”

You looked at him with a brow raised and an unwavering expression.

“God, Y/n, just break up with that pathetic ass of a man! Please? You don’t even have to admit I was right, just do it-”

You’re astonished by his audacity, “You think you can just waltz into my house and tell me to end my engagement because- what? We have a kid together?”

You’re flabbergasted when the asshole actually nods. You force yourself to stand, physically and metaphorically looking down on him as he’s still seated on your couch. “You want me to admit feelings? Okay, I wanted us to work, and you had your chance- that time is up. I don’t care if you approve of my Fiancé or not, I get to make that choice, Gojo.”

Suddenly your Saturo hands are on your hips and in a quick forceful tug, he brings you down to sit on his lap. “I’m Saturo to you Y/n L/n.”

Your taken back but in quick recovery shake off your surprised expression. “Very mature, Gojo.”

His grip suddenly tightens and he urges your hips forward, forcing you to scoot in close to him. “You doing this on purpose, sweetheart? You know the name. You’ve said it many times before. Scenarios similar to this one…”

You shove his shoulders, though you feel warm on your face from memories past. You would never admit it to him, but Saturo has been the bed lays you’ve ever had.

“You don’t have to get back with me…” He says a hand slips under your shirt, and his freezing hand runs itself up your warm skin, he chuckles when you shriek back. “You just have to leave him.”

“You need to leave.” You retort.

“Come onnn baby, you don’t mean that.”

“Saturo, it’s going to take more than just- one good act, from you and a bad one from him.” You tell him standing up and off his lap. “Do better.”

Saturo Gojo was barely ever shook, he barely cared w people had to say about him, much less to him. But when it came to you? He cared. You were telling him to be better? The one thing he cared the most was proving himself, and he was ready to prove himself to you. And fuck anyone who thinks he’s not getting you back.

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Simon and the great cockblock

synopsis: Titan (simon’s great dane and everyone’s favorite canine) is pushing boundaries, and there is only so much Simon can allow. But when Titan becomes an official cockblock, his owner has had enough.

warning: curse & smutty

more Titan shenanigans: pt.1 - pt.3

He wanted it to be special, it was your second year anniversary of being with you and he needed it to go just the way he knew you would love it. He made all the necessary reservations, arrangements and plans so when they day came everything would go as planned.

and everything did in fact, go as planned,

almost.

You had just made it back to his home from your

dinner at the restaurant. You both dined wonderfully, and wined just enough so that you were both loose and relaxed than before.

Coming in he closed the door and was instantly on you, having you cornered between himself and the front door.

“Can’t believe you wore this dress just for me,” He says with a dark grin as his hands go to your waist. Pulling himself closer against you, and in turn your back on the door as he goes to press his lips against your neck. “Such pretty wrapping paper for the gift underneath,” He murmurs between kisses.

Your hands wrap around his shoulders, baring your neck to a side, inviting his affections. “Mm, I know I hit the nail on the head with this years gift,” You say with a chuckle.

“Every year with you is a gift, sweet girl.” He says pulling back from the skin of your neck to your eyes, his right hand slithering up your side to then hold your jaw. “Can I kiss you, love?”

You smile and chuckle to his chivalry. “You better kiss me,” You tease as you pull yourself tighter against him, your dress and his dress shirt the only material between you two as he leans down kissing your lips.

Every thought in his mind is a thought of you. Every desire coursing through his body is desire for you. Every breath he breathes, is in need of you.

So of course he’s oblivious to the fact he forgot to put Titan in his cage. But he’s reminded when as you’ve just opened your mouth enough for him to delve deep-

Bark!

Followed by Simon grunting as Titan pushes him behind the back of the legs.

“The fuck-” Simon pulls away from you and immediately scowls at the appearance of the canine. “I forgot to put the big shit in his cage.” He huffs.

“Awww, hi Titan,” you say going and bending down to pet the big loving dog. “You missed me?” Titan of course sits politely so you can pet him, tail wagging and eyes wide.

Simon glares at Titan as you slip away from his hold to pet the damn dog.

“I’m going to put him in his cage,” Simon says grabbing Titan by the collar to guide him.

“No, don’t do that. He’s a good boy, just let him be. You and me can just close the door to the room.” You tell him as you give Titan a kiss on the head before standing up. “Be nice to him.”

Simon rolls his eyes, before pulling your hand and guiding you through the house to his bedroom. Muttering annoyed by the canines presence, as Titan follows you two. When you both enter the room and Titan tries to follow, you gingerly close the door before he can enter.

Simon, trying to push the interruption behind him, sits down on the edge of his bed, before calling you over, “Love, get over here.”

With a smirk and a smile you walk over before sitting yourself down on his lap. “You should just focus on me, ignore the distractions,” You tease as your hands behind unbuttoning his shirt.

Simon huffs at the remark, his hands sat on your thighs as they gently knead and glide deeper under your dress. His lips curling into a smirk as he watches your breathes become heavier, your eyes fluttering and grip just a tad tighter.

“You should focus on cumming when and only when I have my cock in that needy pussy.” He whispers harshly in your ear, as his hands meet the lacy material of your panties, and traces your outline with a tantalizing finger. Your hips shifting against the spine shivering touch. His finger slipping past the lace edge and he groans when he’s met with your wet squishy entrance. “Ain’t no better way to celebrate than fucking you good, huh”

You were going to respond but you have to close your mouth to avoid moaning so deprivingly when he pushes through his thick middle finger and curling it up inside you, his thumb you your clit.

“Ha- you call this..fucking?” You push him on as you feel your hips twitch under his touch.

He pushes another finger, the stretch burning so good, a soft gasp leaving your lips. His other hand goes to the zipper of your dress, and in one harsh swift movement he unzips it completely, the material falling down and collecting at you hips.

BARK BARK BARK

The sound of scratches to the bedroom door and repeated barking interrupts the moment.

Again.

This time Simon in physically irritated, and you wouldn’t had been bothered to care until you feel Simon remove himself- leaving you feel empty and needy.

“Si, come back,” You huff and pout when he softly turn to leave you on the bed, but standing up himself.

“Let me put that damn mutt in his cage so that I can properly take care of you, love,” He says as he walks over to the door. Before he can walk outside, Titan rushes in.

Immediately going to the bed, where you’re sat in the middle. Despite your need you have to laugh and the dynamic between the two boys.

“Your such a big clingy baby,” You say watching as the Great Dane comes up to you in the bed, snuggling into you and resting his head on your thigh. Your hand goes to his head and pets him.

“Y/n i’m trying to get him out of the room.” His voice agitated. He would had been more patient with the situation if he didn’t have a painful hard on strained under his clothes.

“He doesn’t wanna.”

“To hell with what he wants, I want you.”

You laugh, “Ok, ok,” you hop out the bed, becoming Titan. “Come on boy.”

And as if an invisible leash connected him to you, he obediently follows you to the room. Tail stuck high as he passes Simon. To which Simon sneers, “Cockblock.”

Titan had allowed you to cage him, with a handful of treats, and a good amount of head pats. Letting you and Simon finally indulge in each other without the worry or distraction of Titan in the way.

Simon swears Titan plans and coordinates his interruptions and disruptions, little does he know how right he is.

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Simon’s dog doesn’t know bros before hoes

synopsis: his dog simply knows your superior and it pisses him off

warning: cursing

more Titan shenanigans: pt.2 - pt.3

He was about to throw the mutt on the grill.

He couldn’t believe his great dane was puppy dog eyeing you for scratches. The dog was half your damn size.

Simon was worried at first, despite your excitement, when he told you he owned a dog. His great dane, Titan, was intimidating to most and he had a bad temper. He had spent weeks trying to slowly get you and Titan acquainted, he worried that the giant dog would growl or bark at you and scare you off.

He worried for nothing.

The minute you visit his house for the first time with a pup cone, Titan loved you. Since that first meeting, Titan has yearned and earned your affection, and attention. Which you have never denied him.

It has gotten to the point that Simon feels he’s third wheeling in his own relationship- when it comes to you and his dog!

And god forbid he and you disagree.

Simon wasn’t even yelling, he was just passionately explaining his reasoning. You huffed and rolled your eyes- at what to you, sounded like excuses. Crossing your arms in annoyance. To which Simon’s takes a step forward and grabs your arm (to uncross them) before Titan comes and pushes Simon behind his knees and barks.

Flabbergasted and furious, Simon quickly turns glaring at his dog.

“The fuck you looking at, mate? Were just talking.”

To which in counter argument, Titan just continues his barking- and Simon has to retort to putting him in his cage in the laundry room, where the barks were (more or less) muffled.

“When did you become someone’s bitch?” Simon mumbles to Titan as he watches as you sit on the floor so the overly large dog can lay across your lap.

“Don’t be jealous, Si.” You tell him chuckling as you scratch Titan behind his ear, his tail wagging nonstop.

“I’m not jealous of a damn dog.” He huffs, arms crossed.

Titan looks up from your lap to meet Simon’s eyes, before- and he swears he does- grinning. Simon’s dog isn’t his anymore and is under your spell, and now he has a proper hellion on his hands, and you are none the wiser.

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Dirty Luxury •pt.1•

Synopsis: It’s not the most honorable source of income, but being ProHero Endeavor’s Sugar Baby gets you the money. Now as he’s sporting you around, you’re bound to catch eyes, you even meet someone who genuinely wants your. But it’s unheard of to come out of the flames without burns. Will you?

<Enji Todoroki x Reader> < (Eventually) Katsuki Bakugo x Reader>

warnings: swearing

You glide the mauve lipstick over your lips as you watch yourself in the vanity, hair and makeup done. You looked flawless, you had to be, he expected you to be.

Message: I’m sending my car in twenty minutes. Be ready by then, sweet girl.

You sigh reading the message, and move to put on your shoes, a gift from him previously, Yves Saint Laurent, these shoes alone were enough for three months worth of rent. Money. The need for it really made a person desperate, but it seemed those who had more than they knew what to do with were just the same, desperate.

As you stand on the six inch heels and look at yourself in the full length mirror, you appreciate the sight before you. The jewelry that adorned your skin, the quality of the dark burgundy materiel of the flattering and elegant Tom Ford dress- yet you lived in a small flat, with chipped paint on the walls, lifted wood planks, on the not so great part of town.

You had to scoff.

No little girl dreams of being a man sexual fantasy just so she can afford the luxury of education; lucky for you, you had a pretty face. You’re in your third year of college and the student debt and bills aren’t going away, but the money is. You’ve been a sugar baby after in your first year of University you realized you weren’t going to be able to make it to the next semester.

You’ve had a hand few of sugar daddies, all disgusting men, you’ve tried to avoid the ones with wives (you on no account wanted to be a home-wrecker) but men lie. Cheat. Steal. It couldn’t be avoided, especially in your type of business.

Message: Car’s out front, don’t keep me waiting.

You peer out your window, a black sleek jeep Range Rover waiting outside. You give yourself a one last glance over, pleased, you grab your bag and head down to the street. The driver opens the door for you and as you slide into the leather seats, you see a gift bag, signed your name- well not your real name, your work name. Asta.

As the car begins, you grab the gift bag and peer inside. Red leathery lingerie. There’s no note, the implications are obvious.

You put up with this, will all of it, because they pay was not just well, it was extraordinary, but not just that. The designer clothes, the Michelin star restaurants, the exposure and connection to people of wealth and power… these people may be scum, but hell, do they know how to live.

This man particularly was scum.

But oh, did Mr.Scum please. For example, tonight is a charity gala, and as the pretty piece of arm candy you are, you get to reap all the benefits of the event.

The car stops in front of a very traditional Japanese home, it may seem traditional, but don’t let its humble bamboo full you. The house was easily more than 3.5 Million dollars. As the car pulls up, the man of the hour appears out the front door of his house. He doesn’t come on the drives to pick you up- his fear of people seeing him in that type of neighborhood threatens his ego and reputation.

He gets in to your left, and nods to the driver from the rear view mirror.

“What do you think of your gift?” He asks as he sits back in the seat. Two piece Prada suit, blue and grey. His cologne was deep and dark, amber and leather.

“Red, and leather. Seems to be your two signature pieces, Sir.” You feel him looking you over, his flaming beared burning just a tad bit brighter. “That, and flames.”

He huffs with a small smirk, leaning back and a thick forearm going over your shoulder. “They are, aren’t they?”

Despite the tinted glass of the windows, you could still make out the flashes from the paparazzi cameras as the car pulls up to the event. The biggest gala of the year in Japan. Every ProHero on the top 60 rank chart would be here, every member of the Hero Public Safety Commissions would be in attendance, Politics and Country Diplomats; and then you.

As Enji steps out the car and opens your door, you’re suddenly exposed to the loud hustle of the rich, powerful and famous. He holds his arm out for you to hold, and with grace take it as you step out the car.

Immediately questions were yelled towards the two of you. Everyone wanted to know who the young, pretty, new women was that ProHero Endeavor had been parading- especially after his very public divorce with his, now Ex-Wife, only five months ago.

He ignored them all, and with a stern face and heavy footing, you both entered the venue where the event was taken place. Music for ambience, and chatter, with occasional clinking of champagne flutes, and wine glasses.

To your left appeared a waiter, with a tablet full of names and a copy of the venue layout. “Mr.Endeavor! Welcome, please follow me to your table.”

As you walk between tables and chairs of the guests, there isn’t one face you haven’t seen on your T.V. before. Your eye especially catches the table seated with the newest, yet biggest names in the ProHero seen. Five years fresh of UA, the top climbing Hero’s, you remember watching them when you were younger during there UA summer festival. Uravity, Red Riot, Dynamite, Ingenium, Cellophane, Creati, among them, of course Deku.

“Here you are, I hope you enjoy the evening and remember- be generous with tonight’s spending. It is a charity event after all.” The waiter says leaving you two to your table. Enji groans at who he’s seated with, but plops himself down all the same, you seating next to him.

“Look at this! Endeavor with a date? I suddenly feel guilty for not bringing my own plus one.” Hawks, though also known as Keigo remakes with a smirk.

“Don’t speak as if she is not there.” Tsunagu (Best Jeanist) chides Keigo. He turns to you. “A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Miss…?”

“Asta, and the pleasure is all mine.” You say polite smile as you bow forward (best you can while seated at a table.)

“Don’t get too acquainted.” Enji grumbles as from under the table his hand goes to rest on your thigh.

“God, lighten up, Ej. You’re so tense, I can sense it from this side of the table.” Keigo signals down a waiter, “Bring us three shots please!”

“I am not going to be taking shots.” Tsunagu groans.

“Nor am I.”

“Who told you any of those were for you?” Keigo quips.

The waiter nods with the order before leaving. You watch with your eyes as he goes to the bar, before turning to Enji. “I’m going to get us some Champagne,” You say standing.

“Alright then, just don’t get lost,” he tells you. Enji was possessive. By lost, he meant, don’t go mingling with others. Because not only was it a secrete that he was paying you for your time. It was also illegal for by law for ProHero’s to do so.

You give him a nod, before leaning down and giving him a kiss. This was your job this is what you got paid for. The show, your performance. His hand cradles your jaw as he wills your mouth to open enough for his tongue to push into your mouth. This has been an arrangement for a couple of weeks, you well knew your role.

He pulls away, and with a nod of his head, he sends you off. Staring at your ass as you walk over to the bar.

Keigo whistles, “Woah... I’m both incredibly disgusted, and thoroughly jealous.”

“I’m just disgusted.”

Enji rolls his eyes as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand for broken strings of saliva. His lips now a hue darker thanks to your lips stick. He didn’t show it, but he internally grinned at the remarks of jealousy. Enji Todoroki had play under the table for many reasons, but paying for sweet and intoxicating thing like you, has had to be the best.

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based on the headcannon that Bakugo Katsuki sleeps every night at exactly 8:30PM

synopsis: you two may be making out but when it’s his bedtime, it’s his bedtime

“Babe…we should go to bed now.”

“Oh?”

“To sleep,” Katsuki clarifies as he wills you to stand up and off his lap as he still has a loose hold on your hip.

You look at him bewildered.

“What? We were just kissing- why do you wanna go bed? It’s not because of me. I’m an amazing kisser,” You ask arms crossed over your chest. You had come to your boyfriends’ dorm to have him help you for the upcoming test, with ulterior motives, of course, and suddenly out of nowhere mid make out session pulled away.

“Because, Y/n, it’s late,” The way he said it made you think that when you’d look to the clock it would read 2:40 AM. It read 8:45. He gets off the floor and stands to change into his pajamas. “I should have been in bed fifteen minutes ago… you too.” He says sternly.

“You’re crazy.” You say huff watching him change as you’re sat on his bed. “You going to kick me out too, Kats?” You ask sarcastically.

“If you keep that prissy attitude I just might.”

“You’re the only man I know who could just…stop… to sleep.”

“I pride myself in my self-control.” He says with a cocky grin as he steps back over, change, teeth brushed and ready for bed. “Scoot over.” He mumbles with a grunt as he pushes you to the right side of the bed.

“I’m putting my cold feet on you.” You threaten as you cuddle into his side under the blanket of his bed. His arm instinctively going over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Go ahead and i’ll blast the soles off your feet.” He says unbothered as he yawns. “You ready for your test tomorrow? I swear if you get anything below an 80% these session will strictly be for studying,” he threatens.

“I got it, Kats, we studied for hours. No way i’m failing.” You say overly confident and optimistic.

“You better.” He says sharply before intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a kiss. “Goodnight, idiot.”

You huff, but smile nonetheless, “Goodnight, firecracker.”

….

You bombed the test, but you still got kisses despite his threats.

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