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chxrrylime · 1 year

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❝ PART I: 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗘. ❞

PART TWO.

So I decided to break this into two parts. I don’t like leaving work unfinished, but I don’t have the energy to get this done tonight, so it’s easier for me to post the first half now and the rest later. Enjoy :)

Soap x Gaz x Price x M!Reader ↪ 1776 words — 18+ / SMUT

Content tags — cis male submissive Soap, cis male switch reader, cis male switch Gaz, cis male dominant Price , sub/dom dynamic, polyamory, bit of angst, subspaces, jealousy, unhealthy handling of said jealousy, nothing explicit until part II.

Key — C/S for callsign.

Soap never thought of himself as the jealous type.

It’d been the result of growing up with five older sisters in a house barely big enough to house three of them. Everything was shared amongst them, begrudgingly or not, and so it set the precedent for Soap early on.

He had a healthy relationship with sharing, he felt. Most of the partners he’d had in his life, which weren’t many outside of one night stands, he had shared. He liked to date people with the same libido as him, and so that meant he came to terms quickly with an open relationship. He wasn’t going to make a lover wait around for him for months on end just to get laid.

None of those relationships had worked out, ending ugly and often with a lot of yelling, and Soap really didn’t have the time of day to consider if that had ever played a part in it.

Now, though, jealousy was clawing through his body like a fuckin’ parasite.

Amongst the one-four-one, it wasn’t any secret Price liked to have his playthings. They kept it between themselves—it wasn’t anyone else’s business as long as it didn’t affect their work. Sometimes Ghost would join, but he lacked the sex drive to keep up with the group consistently.

Soap fell into the category of plaything—it came easy to him, he’d be wrong to deny the hero worship, and for fuck’s sake, the daddy issues, that drew him to the older man. Casualties of a single mom, he supposed.

Gaz was the other one. Soap respected Gaz. He’d been there first, before Soap, and so while sometimes Soap felt a little left out—felt like Price was playing favorites, he also acknowledged the Captain had full right too. Even when Price reassured him, Soap knew he’d never lose the feeling he had to work to earn his place beside Gaz (and beneath Price).

Soap and Gaz meshed well together. It wasn’t much of an issue. Nothing that kept him awake at night—more like an angry little tingle at the base of his spine when he saw Gaz and Price alone together. That, he could handle.

But you. He wanted to fucking strangle you.

The second you were assigned to the one-four-one, Price took a shine to you. He always seemed to favor you—give you the most attention, the most leniency—even in the fuckin’ field, which he never did with anyone, so careful to keep the ruthless dynamic of the task force stable—to keep play from leaking outside of private quarters and offices. You were Price’s new favorite, and as far as Soap was concerned, you hadn’t fuckin’ earned it. Not a single bit of it.

It would be a lot easier for Soap if you were a fuckin’ prick, too—except you weren’t. Ruthless maybe, on the field, but outside of that you were sweet as ever. Real fuckin’ bonnie. You were sweet, and it made Soap’s skin crawl. No matter how dismissive he was of you, you would always offer to share your sliced fruit, or bring him cold water after drills. You wanted Soap to like you, and so did the rest of the one-four-one, but to everyone’s chagrin Soap just wasn’t having it.

Price had chalked it up to Soap’s territorial nature. The lad shared with people he considered equals. People that gave him a good vibe off the bat. He was like a guard dog, sniffing the air for signs of danger—licking the hands of those he deemed good. He didn’t trust you initially, and Price couldn’t blame him, most of your file was black ink for anyone below Lieutenant—he had no basis for you. As far as Soap was concerned, you were invading the one-four-one's hard established dynamic—threatening to dislodge it.

And so Price gave it time. He paid you extra attention to make up for Soap’s cold shoulder, assured you you just had to be patient with him—just had to keep trying, and eventually he’d warm up and get over whatever preconceived notions he’d had of you.

Except, Soap wasn’t warming up. He wasn’t taking the olive branch, and it was starting to grate on Price’s nerves. Soap was more petulant than usual, bratty, and so Price told him he wouldn’t play ‘till Soap cleaned up his act. That meant more time for you, and more unfounded reason for Soap’s jealousy to grow at his own foolish behavior.

Gaz tried to talk to Soap first, at Price’s urging—knew the only time Price butted in was usually when Johnny was at the point of punishment, and he didn’t want to make this worse if he didn’t need to—but Soap pushed Gaz away. Changed the topic. Refused to admit there was even an issue. Deflect, deflect, deflect.

It was becoming too much for everyone involved, Price had started letting you share his bed almost every night since the stress dreams started. Even Ghost was right fucking irritated with Soap’s recent behavior, going on a long tangent in the Captain’s office that ended with an angry “sort him out,” and an even more forced “please, sir,” remembering he was venting to his SO.

Soap is antsy when he’s called to Price’s office. He walks down the bland halls with a quick stride, already chubbing up in his fatigues. He’s pent up, hoping Price has missed him—that he’s still mad at him—will bend him over his knee and make him have to sit at the edge of his chairs for the next few days.

He raps on the frosted glass of the door, waiting for his invite in before pushing inside. The door swings shut behind him with a loud click as he takes in the view in front of him, any feeling of excitement and anticipation draining from him in an instant as his eyes harden.

Price is at the front of his desk, leaned up against it, ankles and bulky arms crossed as he puffs a cigar. He’s in civvies, hair mussed and face the slightest bit flushed. Behind him, behind the desk in his chair is Gaz, with you curled up in his lap. Soap can tell from the both of your kiss swollen lips that he’s apparently interrupting something, despite having been invited. Something churns in his stomach and tells him you two are the ones that shouldn’t be here. That Price wanted him.

Suddenly, sharing sounds like the worst thing on Earth.

“Sir,” Soap tries, carefully, though there’s an edge of annoyance to his voice that Price doesn’t much appreciate. He takes in a sharp breath and puffs a steady stream of smoke out through his nose, looking all the intimidating dragon as he glares.

“I’m tired of your attitude, lad,” Price begins, taking one last drag of his cigar before putting it out in the ashtray behind him. He moves to stand in front of Soap, that one looming inch coming in handy as he presses near chest to chest with the younger.

Soap makes the mistake of refusing eye contact, keeping his gaze straight forward, glaring a hole into the center of Price’s throat. He can feel the growl emanating before he can hear it, Price’s hand shooting up to grip Soap’s jaw, jerking his face up.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” Price chides. He doesn’t miss how Soap’s eyes seem more gray than blue as they meet his, jaw clenching tight, his nostrils flaring in rage as he holds brutal eye contact. He almost looks like he’s challenging Price, and something about it makes the man’s heart twists, frowning.

His grip softens ever so slightly, his voice equally so as he next speaks.

“Where’d my good boy go, huh?”

Soap looks sad at that, brow furrowing and eyelids drooping, letting out the quietest little breath through his nose. If he could look down, he would, feeling shame run through his blood hot.

“Dunno,” he murmurs, and for a blessed moment it’s just him and Price in this room, “m’sorry.”

“I know,” Price says, humming in consideration before continuing, “you don’t trust C/S.”

The mention of your name has Soap tensing up again, and you nuzzle closer to Gaz who’s arms wrap a bit tighter around you in response.

“No, sir,” Soap grits out.

“Why?”

“Dunno.”

“Do you know anything, sergeant?” Price chides, jostling Soap a bit with the hold he still has on his face. Soap has half a mind to shove his hand away.

“I don’t know,” Soap emphasizes, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he takes in a ragged breath, hoping the oxygen can help pull apart the mess of jealousy in his brain. He doesn’t fuckin’ know. He doesn’t know what’s possessed him. He could argue in the beginning that you hadn’t earned it, but at this point you’d probably saved each of the one-four-one’s lives twice over. He didn’t have any more excuses, caught in his own anger like a spider in its own web.

“‘Am tangled up. In my head,” Soap tries, opening his eyes to see Price give him a reassuring nod, prompting him to continue as the hand on his face slides to his shoulder, gently pushing. Soap tenses for all of a second, the fight leaving him as quick as it came when Price squeezes. Soap drops to his knees.

The hand moves to his hair, tugging at the short strands until Soap presses his face to the Captain’s thigh, letting the loss of vision desensitize him, breathing in the smell of generic fabric softener and Old Spice cologne, soothing him down ever so slightly.

“I earned this,” Soap grits out, nuzzling, “how do I know… he’s good enough.”

“You trust my judgment, don’t you, Soap?”

“Yessir.”

“He’s more than earned his place here, he’s more than good enough, or else he wouldn’t be here. That’s not your place to decide, not your decision to make. You’re out of line.”

“Yes, sir,” Soap breathes again, spaces between his words as he drifts ever so slightly, fingers clenched tight at the bottom of Price’s jeans. He nearly topples forward as Price steps back, fabric ripping from his grip as strong arms wrap around him from behind. Gaz shushes him when he whines, warm lips pressed behind his ear.

“This dynamic doesn’t work if we don’t trust each other,” Price continues, tone hard, and Soap can feel his skin heat up in equal parts shame and anger as he looks up to see Price once again leaned against his desk, you curled up against his side, “and you need to be punished for your behavior towards our boy here, Johnny.”

#i know i know its short #bare with me #modern warfare #modern warefare 2 #price x reader #captain john price #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #mine #smut #male reader

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bagelrites · 8 months

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Her Ghost

Role-swapped Fem C!DNF: a continuation of this AU / a brief look into the effect George's betrayal has on Dream.

(Written for day two of Dreblr Spooky Week, based on the prompt "Echoes.")

She always comes in the night.

Something about the dark makes it easier for shapes to form in Dream’s eyes, for the real to swirl into the unreal. Her mind is untethered in the day, sunlight burning a headache into her temples, Sapnap’s worry fluttering over her like the tickle of wings against the snow when a hawk snatches up a rabbit. But at night—those long, sleepless nights—her exhaustion cements into insanity and the specters take shape.

She knows they are not real. She knows she is not real. Merely a hallucination. And yet, her heart aches for the figure to take on shape, take on weight and warmth, become something solid Dream can touch.

Become someone real Dream can love.

Tonight is no different. The sheets are too warm, tossed about Dream in her restlessness, tied in knots at the foot of the bed. A thin nightgown sticks to her sweating skin, lace curls around her thighs. Her hair, matted in the back, an orange cloud of yarn pressed into the pillow.

And the tapestry stares at her. Sapnap wants her to throw it away, says it’s not good for her, to sleep with her image at the end of her bed. But it is all Dream has left of the castle, of the days she wore the crown.

It is all the queen has left of her knight—save, of course, for the specters.

The embroidered knight blinks at her. The silver of her armor, shining threads pulled into tight angles, hands resting on a blue-tinged sword. Her helmet, resting on a stone in the foreground. A field of sunflowers behind her.

That was George’s idea. Subtle symbolism. Now, the yellow heads swirl, bobbing like froth on the waves. The white pattern of clouds in the sky above them, thick strands of wool woven into the cyan thread, snakes back and forth, hypnotizing. And the knight tilts her head, brown hair kissing her sharp chin.

“I’ve missed you, Dream,” she says.

“No. You’re not real.” Dream hides her face, draws her legs up, covering her stomach.

“I am real,” the knight says. She steps out of the tapestry, onto the wooden floor of Dream’s new bedroom. The curtains billow in a breeze that shouldn’t be there. It’s too cold in Kinoko Kingdom to sleep with the window open this time of year.

Dream parts her hands, sees the specter push the fabric aside, the curtains painting her body in new clothes. Armor is exchanged for a short, thin dress, the sweet, small curves of her swaying as he walks towards the bed, her body sensual, smooth, like the bulb of a tulip bud before it opens.

“I’m here, Dream. I’m always here. In you.” George reaches out and touches her. It’s a phantom feeling, a cold on her skin, pushing her legs away from her stomach, unraveling her.

“You’re not,” Dream tells her. The cold hand is on her cheek, touch ghostly. “You’re far away. You’re gone. You left me.”

“How could I leave, when I’m always a part of you?” George leans down to kiss her. Dream shudders, breathing the specter in. Her lungs burn from the cold, her lips ache for warmth. George folds into her, becomes one with her, melts the chill into her bones.

Dream shivers and cries out. There are tears on her cheeks and ice in her core. Her heart feels weak, like a thin tent blowing in the wind, stakes about to fail, fabric about to billow away and leave its inhabitants exposed to the blistering cold.

Her head is pounding. She cannot remember how many days, how many weeks, how many months it has been since George betrayed her. All she knows is she cannot sleep with her gone.

Nights are not for sleeping anymore. They are for ghosts. For echoes. For yearning, unyielded.

…

Sapnap stops George in the hall with a tight hand on her wrist. George whirls around, her hair freshly cut, the edge sharp where it flares around her cheekbones.

“Why do you come?” Sapnap asks. “You’re torturing her.”

“It’s none of your business.” George wrenches her hand free.

“Yes it fucking is,” Sapnap growls. “You left her in my care. Kicking you the fuck out is taking care of her.”

“Oh, she doesn’t seem very well taken care of—”

A crack reverberates through the hall. George’s cheek burns and so does Sapnap’s palm, but neither moves to acknowledge it. George didn’t even turn her head.

“She’s still having visions. She can’t tell the difference between them and you,” Sapnap says. “And she can’t sleep. She never fucking sleeps.”

George is silent. If she regrets what she’s done, the state she’s put Dream in, she never says, but Sapnap knows. She knows her friend is too stubborn to admit the mistake she’s made. And worse, she knows Dream is too helplessly in love to ever blame her.

“I have to go,” George says. “We’re getting somewhere, with the egg. I think we have a way to kill it.”

Sapnap nods. It’s good news. This torture will only go on so much longer.

“This will be my last visit, until it’s over, I think.” George puts her hand on Sapnap’s shoulder, and her fingers are cold as ice. “Keep her safe, until I return.”

“I will,” Sapnap agrees through gritted teeth. “I promised.”

#too short for ao3 but hopefully I'll work this into a longer fic someday #I want to continue this au eventually its so epic #cdnf #c!dream #c!george #c!sapnap #fem!dnf #dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #my fic #drabble #dreblrspookyweek

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filmnoirfoundation · 11 months

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NOIR CITY Hollywood continues tonight at the American Cinematheque: THE HUNTED (35mm), 3:00 PM in 35mm & CALL NORTHSIDE 777 / LARCENY (35mm), 7:30 PM. Eddie Muller in person! Tickets and schedule: https://bit.ly/3pJBmcV 3:00 PM THE HUNTED 35mm print courtesy of the Film Noir Foundation collection at UCLA Film & Television Archive Introduced by Eddie Muller Screenplay by Steve Fisher Directed by Jack Bernhard Paroled after serving a prison term for her part in a jewel heist, Laura Mead (Belita) returns to the city looking to reclaim her life. Waiting in the shadows is her former boyfriend, detective Johnny Saxon (Preston Foster) —who may have railroaded her into the pen out of jealousy. Is Laura ready to forgive… or make good on her jailhouse threat to kill the men who sent her up? THE HUNTED may seem formulaic on the surface, but it’s the one-two punch of Steve Fisher’s screenplay and Belita’s performance that elevates it above so many of its B-movie peers. The former stands out due to its crackling dialogue and the latter for its idiosyncratic grit. A hypnotic twist on the femme fatale tale, resurrected from obscurity in a 35mm preservation print funded by the Film Noir Foundation. 7:30 PM CALL NORTHSIDE 777

Introduced by Eddie Muller Screenplay by Jerome Cady and Jay Dratler, based on news articles by James P. McGuire Directed by Henry Hathaway Jimmy Stewart is terrific as P.J. McNeal, a Chicago newspaper reporter determined to free a convicted killer (Richard Conte) he believes has been unfairly imprisoned for eleven years. Despite a mountain of seemingly irrefutable evidence, McNeal follows his gut and unravels a string of bad luck and miscommunication that would appear unbelievable were it not based on a true story. Stewart rarely ventured into the noir world, but when he did his heroism took on an obsessive bent, giving his performances a notable edge. The first Hollywood feature to be shot entirely on location in Chicago, CALL NORTHSIDE 777 also boasts fantastic cinematography by Joseph MacDonald and stellar supporting performances by Conte, Lee J. Cobb, and Helen Walker. Winner of the Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America for Best Motion Picture of 1948. Followed by: LARCENY, 89 Minutes, Universal Pictures, USA. Screenplay by Williams Bowers, Herb Margolis, and Lou Morheim, based on the novel The Velvet Fleece by Lois Eby and John C. Fleming Directed by George Sherman John Payne and Dan Duryea play dandy grifters bent on bilking a wealthy war widow (Joan Caulfield) into funding a non-existent war memorial. Both these sharpies get tangled up with saucy Shelley Winters, who’s more dangerous than a loaded .38! George Sherman may not wield the directorial heft of his studio peers, but he clears out plenty of space for his actors to shine, and they fire off Bowers’ one-liners faster than speeding bullets. You know things have been morally compromised when Percy Helton, of all people, is playing an upstanding citizen. We once had to screen this riotously entertaining, little-known gem in 16mm (at NOIR CITY 4), but we’re thrilled to now show it in a glorious 35mm print courtesy of Universal Pictures.

#noir city #noir city hollywood #aero theatre #american cinematheque #film noir festival #35mm screening #eddie muller #the hunted #call northside 777 #larceny

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ichoriism · 4 years

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– minyoung asked him if he was okay and jin shot him a gentle smile and a shrug of his shoulders. each of his brothers had come and gone, all wondering if he was indeed alright. to each of them, jin gave them all his trademark sunny smile and a cookie to sweeten their days. but the truth was there were things making him uneasy. important things were being weighed on a scale today. the base was a future without the person he had come to know so well and from there, two possibilities extended into the horizon, far from his eyesight.

jin couldn’t reveal what he felt. how could he when there were stars in the other’s eyes whenever they talked about that life away from all they had known. but wasn’t friendship supposed to be about honesty? was jin being fair at keeping all this to himself? he had thought he wouldn’t mind waiting until they came back to reveal what he felt, but it wasn’t like him to be dishonest for too long.

dark brown hues settled on the spot on the bar that was reserved for them. countless stories and tears had been witnessed along the past few years. jin had become a silent pillar of support, always ready to wipe sadness away from gentle eyes. but tonight was the last night of the life he had come used to. just then, the doorbell rang and he looked up, finding a familiar face. this sweet smile reserved for them unfolded across his features naturally. ❛ you are here early, ❜ he pointed out, taking out a cup to prepare their drink the way they liked it.

with unnamed ( @spoiledsovls ) ,

#● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 ● ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪɴ #● → 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ← ●#spoiledsovls #{ ' this one is based on SHINee's Tonight c: }

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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Sleepy Time With His Babies | Iwaizumi, Sakusa

Pairings: Iwaizumi X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female)

Genre: domestic fluffy sleepiness

Author’s Note: Another one

Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Atsumu, Osamu // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kita, Kuroo // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Ennoshita, Akaashi // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kenma, Bokuto

gif from @rivaillerose 💛

Iwaizumi:

He was physically crushing you

Did you care? Not at all

This was Hajime, a soon to be athletic trainer, someone who seemed intimidating with his muscles and overall beefiness

But here he was

Here was your hajime that melted anytime you called him cute or any other cutesy, mushy gushy nickname

He was a puddle in your arms and he didn’t care what he looked like - as long as no one else besides you or the dog saw

Even your guys’ dog was the same as him — an intimidating Rottweiler, muscular, growl so low that would make those that didn’t sit right with him, scurry far far away

His name was Zilla, short for Godzilla named by Hajime yet he was such a puppy whenever you were around, his tail wagging like crazy as he nuzzled his snout against your legs, whining whenever you went away for even just a few minutes, waiting by the door until you returned home from wherever

Yep, they were two peas in a pod

And as Hajime laid on you, Zilla laid beside you on the bedroom floor, the two of them fast asleep

Your legs tangled beneath the sheets on the gloomy day outside as rain trickled down from the clouds, tapping the windows and rooftops all throughout the city

You brushed your fingers through his hair, slowly scratching the base of his scalp as he snored lightly into your shoulder, his cheek squished against you, making his lips all pouty

No matter what angle you saw him in whenever he slept on you, you could never bring yourself to make the smile on your face falter

For someone who looked so beefy, you never knew they could look so soft at the same time yet here he was

Whenever you moved just the slightest bit, readjusting the blankets or pillows, he woke just the slightest, lifting his head off of you until you were ready and patted his head down against your body again

You held him closer, squishing him into your arms even if it didn’t feel like much to him

a slight, sleepy smile spread on his lips, his face showing he was in true bliss while he slept on you

Domestic:

The fire crackled in the fireplace behind the iron gate while you sat on the couch on the ground beside the coffee table and Zilla at your feet, fast asleep while your fingers rapidly typing away at your laptop, finding the recipe you needed so you could make some agedashi tofu, a favorite of Hajime’s

Your little girl crawled about around the couches, staring out the windows seeing the tufts of snowflakes fall onto the snow covered ground, already a couple inches high

She was so small yet she saw so much of the world, it felt like she could fit the world and the universe in those eyes

You made sure to keep her away from the fireplace, not letting her get too close, steering her away, giving her one of her favorite toys, or to even hold her in your lap while you watched numerous videos of others making the tofu

though after about an hour or so, as the snowflakes only got bigger, she no longer had any interest for the things floating silently to the ground as she crawled down the hall, the baby gates keeping her from falling down the stairs or bumping into the taller dining room table

“D/N?” you looked up, finding your little girl’s legs disappearing into the room where Hajime slept soundly, his snores kind of echoing louder into the hall now that the door was cracked wider

she let out such a pure sounding giggle as her wide eyes fell upon her sleeping father as he laid flat on the futon fast asleep

she crawled faster, her little hands making little thumping noises against the plush covers he slept under as she crawled and climbed onto his sleeping body

until she finally did it

she had successfully made her way to the top of his chest, laid right on him, a smile of wonder spreading over her chubby cheeks as she slowly rose and fell as Hajime breathed

Hajime was still undisturbed as he slept, catching up on the hours of sleep he had missed, practically unbothered by the slightly extra weight added onto him by his little girl

that was until she made her way toward her sleepy father, reaching her little hand to his chin, doing her best to grab him, though it would be quite some time before she could properly hold his face

she continuously patted his chin until he woke

it took a moment as his eyed adjusted to the sight of his baby girl, a chuckle escaping his chest as he smiled, his eyes drawing into lines

“Hi, mochi,” his voice raspy from sleep as she cooed, her smile contagious, cheeks so chubby, Hajime just wanted to bite them

like mochi

she adorable tilted her head side to side, shying away from the loving eyes of her papa as he tickled her, poking her puffy cheeks with his finger, getting her to easily fill the room with her giggles every time he did it

“Wanna sleep with papa?” he hummed as he sleepily looked to her, a yawn escaping him as he reached his head up to peck a kiss to her face before he turned to his side, laying his little girl beside him, beneath the warm covers of his futon

“nap time, moch,” he chuckled to himself as the two of them stared at each other before he gently blew a raspberry into her cheek

her cheeks were just too irresistible to him

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Sakusa:

His footsteps sounded through the bathroom as you stood, brushing your teeth, your hair still damp from your shower, the mirrors steamy

Kiyoomi stood behind you, his figure towering through the foggy mirror

His movements faltered before he gave in, snaking his hands from behind you, around you, letting his chest melt to your back

“You smell good,” he said but subtly sounded bubbly as he buried his face into your shoulder, bending his back to a “C” shape so he could match your height

You only smiled through the mirror as he began to sway side to side slowly while you brushed your teeth, finishing

“I did just shower, Omi,” you smiled up to your curly haired husband

The two of you paused in place as you looked up to him, adoring his features as he did the same to you, something neither of you could never get over - the fact that you two had each other

“Mmhm,” he cuddled himself even closer like a kitten when you were fresh out the shower

Your skin and body was so warm, so fresh and clean and he could hold you without letting any of his fears interfering

He stood beside you, just standing awkwardly with you in the bathroom before he followed you out to the bedroom

The two of you got into bed but before you could really settle, you were suddenly pulled into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you, his body curving to match against yours

“Aren’t you cuddly tonight,” you murmured as you turned your head back to the best of your abilities turning so you could face him

“I’m tired,” he matched your volume in the darkness

“Sleepsies,” you brushed your fingers through his hair, getting a relaxing sigh from him as he hummed in agreement

“Sleepsies,” his voice barely audible

“Goodnight,” you smiled into his chest

He held you close to him, a scenario your high school self could have imagined with the Sakusa Kiyoomi

Omg was always distant, known to be quite handsome yet no one ever had a chance with him

So many others thought he would never be with him, that no one would be good enough for him but he was a great volleyball player

And now you were a Sakusa too

Domestic:

The sun kept him warm as he laid beneath the open blinded windows as the summer rays cast down into the living room, right onto Omi as he laid on his back, his arm draped over his eyes now that he got to relax

The house had been cleaned through his monthly sanitization day

The past few days were making his skin itch but now - it was all okay

Birds chirped in the neighborhood, outside in the distance, it was a beautiful day

The house was oddly silent as he laid on the couch, his chest slowly rising and falling

But before he could fall asleep, let his energy recharge, just before he drifted off, the smallest sounding steps approached the couch and then stopped right beside him

Omi slowly lifted his arm, turning his head to take a peek at what could be happening but he had an inkling of who it could be

And he was right

He saw his little girl, her teddy in hand as she stood beside the couch, her chin just able to reach the couch cushion

Her beady eyes looked up to him, cheeks round, her lips almost in a pout as she stood looking up to him to the best that she could, the sun shining into her eyes

“What is it, pum?” He lifted his hand, blocking the sun from hurting her eyes

His little girl was observant, kept to herself, speaking up when asked or when she didn’t like something or if something didn’t go her way

She was just like him

She blinked looking up to him before she raised her arms, her teddy in her hand waiting patently to be lifted

“You wanna nap with me?” a smile cracked onto his lips

and all she did was nod

“Mmhm,” he complied as he sat himself up, scooping his little girl, pushing out a yawn as he laid back down as D/N made herself comfortable on top of him before cuddling close into his side in between him and the couch

she hugged her teddy close in her arms while Sakusa laid sort of on his side, turned toward her at a slight angle

from the perspective of anyone else if they entered the living room, they would only see Kiyoomi’s back, and only stepping closer would they see his little girl cuddled close, the two of them fast asleep together in the summer sun as it shined in through the window

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apotatouwu · 2 years

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"I look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit"

Kaedehara Kazuha x fem!Reader (ft. Tomo)

Angst Fluff

Royal Au; Tomo is Kazuha's brother for plot reasons

Based off of Helpless from Hamilton :>

(potato try not to write the lyrics challenge)

(ii) - "At least I keep her eyes in my life"

"Who is that?"

"That is Kaedehara Kazuha of house Kaedehara, and the youngest son of the family! Looks like the rumors of his beauty are correct-"

"Hush now, he is looking this way-"

Kazuha takes his annoyed eyes away from the group of noble ladies previously conversing about him.

The two Kaedeharas are currently attending a ball hosted by Inazuma's royal family. Being elite aritocrats in the nation, having members of his family take part in such event is mandatory. Kazuha's father also saw this an opportunity for his sons to search for a spouse.

As much as he hated these high ranking gatherings, Kazuha can't leave his brother unattended. Although wise at times, Tomo has a mind of a child. The family wouldn't want the heir of the household making a fool of himself after all.

The ballroom was filled with lights bouncing off of every nook and cranny, making every surface shine. With groups of upper class nobles chatting with one another, the music could barely be heard.

Looking over at where Tomo is located, Kazuha can almost make out a lovestruck look on his brother's face. Laughing as his sibling is dazzling the room, Kazuha makes his way to the table filled with a wide variety of desserts and juices for a small snack.

As much as he would like to savour the flavour of his cupcake, he was interrupted by the sound of tapping glass.

"Good afternoon, esteemed guests from all over. With great honour, I would like to present her Majesty, Queen Ei." The butler declared as opened the ballroom doors for said monarch to enter.

With the knowledge of the royal family's facial features, Kazuha quickly returned his attention to his half eaten cupcake.

Only to be interrupted once again.

"And lastly, please welcome her royal highness' niece, Princess (Y/N)."

Princess (Y/N)? Kazuha looked towards the double doors to see a young lady around his age in a dress similar to the queen; a purple gown that grows to a light lavender near her feet and adorned with jewelry in the shape of small, purple lilacs.

thump thump

Kazuha graps the area covering his heart.

Kazuha obviously knew of the queen's only niece but he doesn't know why he's so... struck by you. Maybe it is because of the fact that he knew nothing of Princess (Y/N) and how she rarely, yet elegantly presents herself to the public.

Ah, speak of the devil.

As he was staring, Kazuha caught the eyes of said princess who was now stationed beside the queen. He quickly threw his attention to a wall, missing the small giggle that escaped from the princess' lips. Kazuha had never seen such bright (e/c) orbs in his life-

Pulling himself together, Kazuha returned his focus to Queen Ei as she stood before her throne made of the finest amethyst chunks.

"Greetings, my beloved guests. I sincerely hope that the night has been to your liking. It is a great pleasure to welcome you all here tonight to celebrate the crown princess' day of birth," Ei annonced. "My dear, would you like to do the honours?"

"Why of course, your Majesty. Please, let the dancing begin!"

Kazuha didn't manage to pay attention, as it was stolen once again by the person standing beside the queen. He doesn't understand why he's easily getting distracted-

The musicians located at a corner of the ballroom began playing melodies as nobles paired up for a dance. Unbeknownst to Kazuha, Tomo snuck behind him. Scaring his younger brother as if he was a bold of lightning, Tomo had a smirk plastered on his mischievous face.

"Ooh~ who is the unfortunate soul that caught the attention of my dearest younger brother?"

"None of your business, Tomo."

"Ouch, such an insult. Anyway, you've been standing here for five minutes with that soft, romantic face of yours. I can help you get their attention, 'zuha."

Kazuha contemplated his brother's last statement. He attempts to catch Princess (Y/N)'s eyes from the side of the ballroom, but gave up as she was surrounded by the other upper class men and women asking for her hand in marriage.

Sigh, he had no choice. If he wanted a chance to explore this feeling, this may be the only one he'll get. Kazuha whispered, "Fine... would you be so kind to get me an audience with the princess?"

Kazuha glanced at the young woman again, missing his brother's shattered expression.

Without a word, Tomo makes his way towards Princess (Y/N) to begin a small conversation. Kazuha's brain becomes flooded with anxiety, wondering why he asked his brother for her attention. The princess looks at Kazuha, making his mind messy and in lov- no, confused. Princess (Y/N) and his brother begin their walk to Kazuha's location at the other side of the room as he feels his heart racing. Why? He doesn't know.

Taking a deep breath, Kazuha introduces himself with the formality that is still left within him, "Good evening, Princess (Y/N). I am Kaedehara Kazuha."

"Kaedehara?"

"My brother~"

Kazuha couldn't believe his eyes. As if it was impossible to be this beautiful up close, the royal in front of him disagrees. He shakes his head before he gets lost in the gorgeous set of eyes aimed at him.

"Well then, a pleasure to meet you, Kaedehara Kazuha. And please, call me (Y/N). No need for my title during private conversations between us."

"Well then, I'll leave you two to it."

Kazuha is flabbergasted at Tomo. Leave him... alone... to speak... with the princess herself? That t-

(Y/N) giggled, "I see that your brother is an outgoing one. Though, it is finally nice to be able to talk with you Kazuha, if you'll allow me to call you that."

Kazuha returned his attention to the young woman infront of him.

"Why yes, you may. And although I agree about my brother, he is extremely childish at times."

Kazuha and (Y/N) conversed about many entertaining topics that night. Ranging from politics to each other's hobbies, their bond grew as if they have known each other for ages.

That happy feeling that engulfed their souls would stick to them even after the event had ended.

The moment Kazuha and Tomo left the castle was the moment Kazuha realized-

Oh, I've fallen in love.

Two weeks later.

"Dearest Kazuha,

Days here in my aunt's palace have been filled with thoughts of you."

The princess stopped there as she knows that it is too early to profess her 'love', —as her personal maid told her—to a man that she had met not only a month ago.

Disposing the sheet, (Y/N) begins to write another letter about her daily routine, similar to every other one that she sent before.

Unbeknownst to her however, Kazuha was rereading her most recent letter for the nth time that week accompanied by a wide smile on his face. Tomo watched his lovestruck brother from the headboard of Kazuha's bed.

"Brother, you've been reading her last letter for a long time. Don't you think that you need a break?"

"..."

Ah, no response.

Well then, time for his backup plan.

"You know... if you really loved me you would share her-"

That sentence resulted in Kazuha's chair almost falling from his abrupt movement, only to glare at his older sibling.

"I love you Tomo, I really do, but I will have to say no," Kazuha returned his position to face his desk, "and besides, I do not know if the feelings are mutual."

Kazuha resumes on what he was doing beforehand, as Tomo laid on his brother's bed with a soft smile.

One week later.

"Queen Ei, I would like for Princess (Y/N)'s hand in marriage."

Wide-eyed, Ei chuckled at Kazuha's confidence, "Such a straight forward young man you are, Kaedehara Kazuha. Please, enlighten me on your want to marry my niece."

(Y/N) stopped paying attention at her aunt's discussion with Kazuha. Her heart was beating so fast that it was the only thing she could hear. Not only that, but her mind grew anxious at what would result from this exchange. If Queen Ei gave Kazuha her blessings, great! But if she doesn't...

(Y/N) regrets accidentally writing her thoughts of a future with Kazuha the more she stood behind Ei's door.

Don't get her wrong, she was ecstatic when Kazuha returned her feelings. No matter what was done, no one could erase the smile plastered on her face. It was to her surprise however, to see a certain noble visiting the castle three days later just for her aunt's blessing.

Managing to control her emotions, (Y/N) once again places an ear on the door. Hearing footsteps, worry crushed her like a wave.

The feeling was nullified once she heard the queen utter the words she was hoping to hear:

"Be true."

The wedding day. Finally.

The soon-to-be wedded couple are both standing in front of a mirror in two separate rooms, maids and butlers alike running around to dress the nobles. Everyone can see the excited smiles embedded on their face.

(Y/N) greeted her aunt as Ei entered her dressing room. With a proud smile, Ei gave her a forehead kiss, hands cupping her niece's cheeks.

"You look beautiful, my dear. Nervous?"

At a loss for words, (Y/N) eagerly nodded as Ei placed a beautiful sakura bloom necklace on her neck.

Meanwhile, a certain rose-eyed poet wrote down pages upon pages of rhymes as he awaits for a butler to inform him of the time. Tomo sat on a stool with a smile, with a bittersweet feeling in his stomach.

"Kazuha, my sweet younger brother, it's your wedding day, and you are writing poems. Po-ems," he teased.

"You do not understand Tomo. Everytime I look into (Y/N)'s eyes, I feel as if the sky is the only limit when it comes to my emotions."

"Ah, ever the poet. The princess is lucky to have someone like my own brother to rely on sickening love poems."

Opening the door, a butler enters with a bow, "Lord Kaedehara Kazuha, it is time."

"Thank you, I will be on my way."

Kazuha leaves the room with the butler a step behind, leaving Tomo alone.

Sigh. "I remember that night..."

Tomo begins to make his way to the chapel.

"At least I keep her eyes in my life."

poorly executed in my opinion but SVDJDVDJDVSJ this has been bullying my mind and aksvsjsvsh

#potato-writes #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kazuha fluff #genshin fluff #— written

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n1gh7m4r1sh · 3 years

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Payment (NSFW)

c!Punz x f!reader

Warnings: rough & unprotected sex, choking, dacryphilia, swearing, mention of blood, spit kink, mentions of weapons (swords), dom/sub, mention of killing (murder), name-calling, like slut/whore, probably other stuff that i forgot

TLDR; read with caution and stay safe my loves <3

You see Punz waiting there, feeling his eyes boring deep into yours even though you can’t see him clearly through the shadowed night. "You're late." You hear his voice growl. "And you better have my full payment this time." You look down, feeling the torn and ripped fabric of your bag scratch against your calloused fingers.

“Get inside.” He snarls and shoves his door open, “I’m sick of people seeing you here.”

With a huff you walk through the door into the lantern lit home, and starts tossing him all the contents of your enderchest before seeing him prod at the bag with his boot.

A scoff threatens your life as you stare forward, hoping you won't see a shining diamond sword in front of your face.

"I said sixteen fucking stacks of diamonds." Hearing his boots shift against the floorboards, you gulp and against all your instincts, refuse to turn away and leave.

"I know."

"This is barely even one."

"I know."

"I really don’t want to hear another excuse from your bratty little lips."

"I was in an altercation."

"Oh really? What kind?" You can hear the smirk in his voice, trying to catch you in a lie.

"That's none of your business. Let’s keep it professional, yeah?"

He lets out a dark chuckle, one that sends shivers down your spine, "You know for someone being known for being manipulative cunt, you're really fucking awful at lying."

"Maybe that's because I'm not." You say as you feel blood trickle down the side of your face as your lips curl up in distaste, remember the events that happened on the way here. Hearing the unsheathing of a sword, you close your eyes and wince before speaking. "You know you need me."

"Not with this performance, I don't." Peaking and seeing him step from the shadows of the room, revealing his blonde hair and menacing eyes, the light illuminates the black mask covering the bottom half of his face. The tip of a sword is pressed firm against your forehead and you clench your jaw, "What makes you think I won't kill you?"

The words slip from his mouth before he can stop them and you can tell he regrets it by the look in his eyes, even though his gaze stays strong it’s what’s behind his eyes that tell you everything you need to know.

You feel a small smile creeps onto your face as the fear begins to fade. "You know you can’t handle all this without me."

Relishing in his flustered face you move his armed hand and take a step forward to meet him halfway in the room, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck.

You hear him growl as his chest vibrates against yours, and you lick your lips. "You better fucking worship me tonight for sparing your life."

As he lifts his hand your tongue seems to fall out of your mouth as he presses the pad of his thumb onto it, gripping the bottom of your jaw and shoves you down to the ground on your knees. "There you are... Where you fucking belong."

Yanking his pants down, his dick springing up against his stomach, he grabs a wad of your hair and pulls it back forcing you to look at him. "Treat me like I'm worth everything you didn't fucking pay me."

With that, he pulls your lips open and ripping his mask off, he spits before forcing your mouth down onto him. With no choice but to take him all in, you tune into his sharp inhale as you choke from his hips twitching. Whining as his cock hits the back of your throat he groans lowly and tightens his grip on your hair.

Throwing his head back and leaning his shoulders against the wall he hisses as he links his hands together on the base of your neck, pulling you further onto his cock than before.

Tears form in your eyes and he relishes in the sight, "Fuck, puppy, you look so hot choking on me." Taking one of his hands off your head he wipes the blood from your brow, his eyes darken and he pushes you off his dick. "I'll deal with that later."

Your back hits the wall as he puts one hand beside your ear and the other roughly on your neck.

Frustrated, you demand something simple. "Fucking kiss me, you prick."

With a huff, Punz grabs your collar and easily lifts you. Roughly dragging through through a doorframe before pushing you down onto his bed he plants his lips heavily on yours before climbing above you and snapping his teeth down on your collarbone.

You whine as your nails dig into his back when Punz's hips harshly grind down on you. The friction was more than pleasurable, especially since it had been a goddamned long time since the two of you last worked together.

Littering your throat with bruises and bite marks, you feel his hand trail down your waist before sliding underneath your pants and underwear. You squeak at the sudden touch and he snickers, “Are you really that desperate for me?”

Your eyes flutter open to see him feigning concern, “Oh, puppy...” His finger swipes over your folds, getting soaked in the process. He lets out a moan at the thought of how wet you are and how good it would feel to be inside you. “You’re fucking dripping for me.” You hum in agreement.

Leaning his head back as he opens his mouth, he looks at you and gestures for you to copy him as he slips his fingers covered in your slick between your lips. “Good girl.”

You whine in response as he takes out his fingers before smashing his lips against yours, trying to savor the taste from you. “There’s your fucking kiss,” he growls.

A whimper escapes your lips as he tears your clothing down your legs, revealing your glistening thighs and core.

Licking his lips at the sight, he can’t wait any longer as he desperately rips the remaining clothes of the both of you.

Punz wastes no time slamming himself inside you, bottoming out quickly and begins an unforgiving pace. His grip was tight on your thigh and you hold in your screams as he reaches deeper and deeper. Getting even more pissed with every moan you hold in he slaps you across the face, “Fucking tell me you like it, whore. Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you, yeah?”

“I love it, daddy, I love it so much.” Feeling his fingers dig into your hips, you knew there would be bruises covering you.

No longer holding in the noises, you gave into the white fuzz that clouded your eyes as he went harder and harder and deeper and deeper.

A guttural moan left your mouth and your eyes roll back as your legs start violently shaking in his grasp. Before you can stop it, Punz tightens his grip on your throat. “So now you’re just going to cum without my permission, huh? Who do you think I am?”

Cries overcome the moans as you start sobbing underneath him, makeup streaming down your face and he takes immense pride in the sight. “Do I look like some cheap-shot? Letting you cum whenever you want?”

“No daddy, fuck- ah~! I’m sorry!” Light squeals and cries fill the room as Punz himself helps you near your second orgasm.

“That’s- what I- fucking- thought-” Punz pants as he chases your high’s together and sweats falls from his forehead bulge and shake, but holds it back and continues to relentlessly pound into you.

Squirming and shaking underneath him, your hands grip his biceps as a last resort to hold onto reality.

Taking in a deep breath he holds himself up and fully focuses on thrusting faster and harder than before, and demands for you to look him in the eyes when you cum.

Trying to see his eyes through blurry and teary vision, you let out a shrill squeak as you clench around him and he lets out a string of curses as he paints your walls white and warm. He body shakes above you as he requests one last thing of you.

"Open," he commands before letting a long line of spit drip into your mouth between your swollen and puffy lips.

Looking down his mouth falls open, seeing his abs dripping with your slick and realizing what you’d done. A smirk covers his face as he slowly slides himself out, seeing a mix of cum stream down your thighs.

Leaning back on his knees, Punz observes your sweaty and shaking body before commenting, “You like it when I make you squirt, puppy?”

Your voice shakes as you respond, “Y-yes, daddy.”

His voice shivers down your spine, “I’m proud of you, precious. You did so well. Now c’mere and stay the night.” His eyes flicker to the scrape on your brow, “I don’t want you getting hurt anymore.” He tells you he’s going to grab a cloth from the kitchen and your heart melts through your dried tears.

He treats you so well.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Hii!! First, thank you for letting us enjoy your writing, I absolutely love it!. And for tonight's sleepover (sorry if it seems a bit off, I'll understand if you dont want to write it) but... What about one of Daniel's characters discovering a knife kink, like they love the way reader can defend by themselves, he admires that and can't help but thinking about reader being so dominant, slashing his clothes or their own clothes teasing him. How would they react once reader notices that?

this just SCREAMS sub!zemo at me and hhnng you know I can't say no to that! knife kink obviously but no blood, oral m receiving, premature ejaculation, mention of anal, and lots of teasing c:

Say what you will about EKO Scorpion, but you were a dedicated unit of soldiers. Maybe it was because most of the squadron came from intelligence first, but there was a discipline a lot of other boots-on-the-ground seemed to lack. While they spent their leave in bars and brothels, you were working; all of you were. Training, specifically. Some of the others were training with weights, a few more with guns; but you and the Colonel were on the other side of the barracks, running drills with a much more ancient weapon.

He was there first, you saw him sparring against a dummy with his sabre and you stopped to admire his form for a moment before he caught you watching.

"What a sad little blade you've got there, Lieutenant," he smirked, "it's nothing compared to my broadsword." He waved the weapon in question just for emphasis, and you had to admit he looked pretty good holding it like that.

"It is little, isn't it?" you admitted as you observed the dagger in your hands. "I'm just using it to compensate for my huge dick."

He scoffed but you knew the comment threw him off a little bit. He did a better job than the other men in the unit at ignoring your female-ness, but apparently thinking about whatever was in your pants-- huge dick or otherwise-- wasn't how he expected this conversation to go.

"Spar me?" you suggested.

"Sure, where's your sabre?" he asked.

"No, I'll use this," you clarified, and he seemed both shocked and amused (again).

"Against this?" He waved the sword again.

"Yes! Now will you just get back into form? And try not to stab me too hard?"

He cleared his throat quickly and squared himself up. "No promises," he mumbled.

You made the first move, and though his sword started to come down over you, you were able to catch it in the divot of your dagger's hilt, blocking him so swiftly that he never had a chance to stop you from twisting around and pointing your weapon at his neck, just under his jaw.

He dropped the sword and raised his hands, taking a step back and pressing himself against the wall as you followed him with a raised brow. "Well, that was a bit anti-climactic, huh?" you smirked.

His wide-eyed expression made your heart swell for no good reason at all: here was your Colonel, your commander, someone you looked up to and obeyed without question, looking uncharacteristically submissive-- and not just in general, but to you. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind before, but you liked the rush it gave you.

His gaze glanced down for a second, at himself, and you instinctively followed it; you weren't sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't an obvious boner pressing up against the inside of his uniform trousers. That's what it had to be, right? What else would have that shape, with the ridge of his head visible through the dark green fabric? It looked thick, too... were you drooling already?

"Okay, maybe not anti-climactic for all of us..." you mumbled.

"Exciting, sure," he awkwardly countered, "but I wouldn't quite call it 'climactic'... yet..."

You grinned and stepped even closer, delicately running the blade over his jaw; he had just enough stubble that you were more likely to give him a sudden shave than to actually cut him. Not that you'd ever want him to shave the stubble, because you secretly loved it. "I can fix that," you whispered. "What was it that got you excited, then, Colonel? The blade, the fight, the way I casually walked in here and kicked your ass?"

"A little bit of everything," he decided after swallowing thickly. "H-how sharp is that, anyway?"

"Really sharp," you promised, moving the blade down lower to run over where his neck met his shoulder. "I could cut you. I should stop then, right? You don't want me to cut you."

"Don't stop," he whispered.

You moved the dagger lower again, this time to the collar of his shirt where you slipped it underneath and started to slowly slice your way down, right through the standard-issue cotton fabric. You mainly just focused on your work but caught a glimpse of his mouth falling slack above you.

You'd seen him shirtless before, you end up seeing your comrades in various states of undress when you're in the field together this long, but it looked different with his chest rising and falling every time he panted, with a thin layer of sweat over the highest point of where his pecs were dusted with blonde-ish-brown-ish hair.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, ghosting the side of the cool metal over his fly and watching him tense up. "Y-you're not gonna cut me there, right?"

"No," you answered, suddenly sliding the shining tip of it right between his legs, where his balls must've been turning blue waiting for you to stop teasing him; he started to creep up onto his tiptoes to avoid getting pricked as you continued, "not if you behave."

You looked up at him expectantly.

"You're going to behave, right?"

"Yes, Lieutenant," he nodded quickly, and it was so odd to hear him say that as if you were his superior. You liked the feeling, though, it made you want this more than ever.

You sliced the button of his fly clean off; you hooked the tip of the blade into the end of his zipper and carefully pulled it down.

"Fuck," you heard him mumble as his cock was freed, looking so lonely and achingly hard. You couldn't even stop yourself from leaning forward and swallowing up the tip of it, hearing him moan and feeling his hands grab at your hair right away.

"Hands to yourself, Colonel," you stopped to correct him quickly, and he slammed his hands back against the wall with all the desperation of a man who would do anything to get you to keep sucking his cock. Thankfully for him you did, running your tongue up under the base of it before suckling at the head once more, going just a bit deeper with each bob of your head.

"Oh god," he groaned, "s-so good, it's so good... please don't stop."

It was the sadist in you that had to stop right then, though you gave him a little mercy by stroking his cock slowly with your free hand while twirling the knife with the other. "How long has it been since somebody got you off, Colonel? Other than yourself."

"Can't even remember," he admitted with a sigh, "even just by myself. You know we can hardly ever get a moment alone in a unit like this. But I know the last time I got off, I was thinking about this."

"This?" you repeated, bewildered.

"Exactly this," he confirmed.

"That's funny, cause the last time I got off, I was thinking about you, too," you grinned.

"Really? You thought about me when you touched yourself?" he smiled.

"I never said I was alone the last time I got off, Colonel," you reminded him. "No, I was with somebody... and while he was fucking me I was imagining how much better you would do it."

"Oh, fuck," he sighed as his head fell back against the wall; you kept stroking him as you started sucking again, bringing the side of the blade up against the crotch of his pants again just to see how he squirmed with his cock still in your mouth. "I'd fuck you so much better, Lieutenant, you know I would... let me show you."

You had to pull off of him before you smiled too hard to keep going. "Oh, Colonel, I don't think that's a good idea. I think I should just keep sucking you off until you come-- shouldn't take you very long, you're already trying not to come all over my face as we speak-- and then leave you be. Keep it simple, you know."

"N-no, I need more, fuck," he hissed.

"No, you definitely don't," you chuckled, "you can come right now, just from this. Is that what you wanna do? You wanna come down my throat right now?"

"No, I wanna see you," he explained, "wanna touch you-- I need to make you come, Lieutenant, it's all I've been thinking about for months."

"Okay, let's make a deal then," you offered. "I'm going to keep sucking your cock and if you can keep from coming for fifteen seconds, you can do whatever you want to me. You can fuck me right here on this floor, you can eat my pussy until I pass out-- you can put it in my ass, if you really want. Whatever you're into, whatever you've been thinking about when you get yourself off."

His eyes were so wide as you said that, you worried they'd just fall out onto the floor.

"But if you come, all you're getting is the memory of this afternoon as material for your pathetic little spank bank of fantasies. Deal?"

He could only nod weakly as he stared down at you.

"Count for me, Colonel," you demanded, hearing him start with 'one' the moment you wrapped your lips around him again.

He almost lost count right away, because clearly he hadn't been expecting you to pull out all the stops-- you sucked hard, you bobbed your head and twisted your hand over his spit-slicked length, you trailed the blade slowly down his thigh through his trousers. "Two, th-three, four, five..." he breathed, whimpering a little when you looked up at him and made a moment of eye contact. "Fuck, uh, six, seven..."

You pressed your tongue against his slit and felt his hand jump up to grab your hair instinctively. You kept sucking and stroking as you circled it with the tip of your tongue, moaning around him even though you hadn't even really meant to.

"Eight, f-fuck... ni-- oh, god!" he groaned, and even you were surprised as you tasted salty, warm come beginning to coat your tongue. He held you down with his grip on the back of your head, cock twitching as streams of come shot to the back of your throat. You almost gagged, but managed to keep it together until he was done, at which point you pulled back and showed him your full mouth before closing and swallowing it in one go.

"Not even ten seconds, Colonel, that's a shame," you grinned, loving how embarrassed and flustered and exhausted he looked, "I was really looking forward to being all yours, however and whenever you wanted me... oh well."

You shrugged and stood up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"You don't last very long in a sparring match, huh?" you chuckled, tossing the blade to him and seeing him fumble but managed still to catch it. "Better luck next time."

You left without another word, though his dumbfounded expression proved he had plenty to say, just no wherewithal to do so. You could only hope that he'd find a chance sometime soon to get his revenge on you, because you were really looking forward to losing your next bet with him.

#sub!zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo smut #colonel zemo smut #baron zemo smut #saturday night sleepover

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sunflowerdarlingx · 3 years

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You have me forever now - GW (18+)

18+

Hi lovelies,

This is a long one! First time with George Weasley, let me know what you think.

Female Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (male receiving) and I talk about the sorness that can come with your first time so if the mention of that makes you uncomfortable then please skip!

MINORS DNI

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George blushed furiously as he looked over at y/n. The two had been dating for a few months. Y/n was sitting on his bed in her jeans and a shirt, reading one of her many books. George couldn’t help but admire everything about her, how had he gotten so lucky?

“Your staring Georgie” she giggled as she closed her book on her lap.

George blushed even more as a small smile tugged at his lips, “S.sorry angel”.

“It’s okay” she placed her book on the floor, “c’mere” she made grabby hands towards him, “want kisses”.

George practically flew off of his seat as he jumped onto the bed, body engulfing hers as he kissed all over her face, “Georgie!” she giggled as his hands tickled at her waist.

He finally stopped after a few snorts left her mouth, laying on his side beside her, a low chuckle leaving his mouth. Y/n finally caught her breath and moved to straddle George’s waist.

His hands moved to her waist as she leaned in for a kiss, their lips moved together perfectly as he held her close. Y/N’s hands tugged at his hair as her hips moved softly against his.

George pulled his lips away from hers and held her hips still, “sorry” y/n blushed as she looked down at her lap.

“N..no it’s okay baby, felt good” George hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so she would look at him. “Y..you can do it again...if you want”

A small smile took over her features as she pulled him in for another kiss. Slowly the kiss got more heated and the pair were consumed in a heat of passion. Y/n slowly started to grind her hips against George, earning a small groan from him as his hands squeezed her waist.

The two had been together a short while, George had always been smitten with his girlfriend and was determined to make sure every step in their relationship was taken at the right time. He never wanted to pressure her or make her uncomfortable so always let her take the lead. George had had sex before and he knew his girlfriend hadn’t. It was something he admired about her, he lost his at a party during his seventh year but he wished he had waited until now, he wished he’d never went near another girl. He wished it had happened with the girl in front of him.

Y/n pulled away and wrapped her fingers around the small buttons of her shirt. “Woah angel, are you sure you want to do that?” George's large hands enveloped hers as he paused her movements.

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly as she met his, “Yes, u..unless you don’t want me to?”

George shook his head quickly, “Of course I do angel, but I only want you to do it if it’s what you want” he placed a kiss to her forehead lovingly.

“I want to” she smiled as she shook George's hands off of her own. Her fingers started to work on the buttons as George watched her lovingly.

“C..can I take off mine to love?” his voice was quiet as he gulped when he noticed the frill of lace on her chest.

“If you want to Georgie” her voice was soft, brows knitting together as she struggled with a button.

George threw his across the room and looked at his girlfriend in his lap, a chuckle threatening to escape as he watched her struggle.

“Do you want some help, love?”

“Please, it’s stuck” she pouted up at him as his hands moved to hers.

George was shaking slightly, both from excitement and nervousness, he managed to get the little thread and undo the button. There were three buttons left and George left them for y/n to open them.

Once she did, she threw her shirt beside his and blushed furiously as she saw George look down at her chest.

“Wow” was all he could say as he looked back into her eyes “you really are perfect, d’ya know that?”. George was blushing like mad.

“Thank you georgie” y/n took this time to admire George, she had seen him without a top a few times prior but now, as she sat close to him, she could see the way his shoulders were highlighted by freckles and the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. She ran her hands across his shoulders, feeling the way he relaxed under her touch as she pulled him closer.

“Kiss me Georgie” her lips grazed his as she spoke and was all the encouragement George needed to press his lips to hers. The whole time they kissed, George kept his hands by his side, careful to not make y/n think he wanted too much but oh godric did he want it all.

George had dreamt about this moment for months, he was completely and utterly in love with y/n and he craved to be close to her, to have her and hold her in a way that no other person had done before.

Y/n moved her hands down to his and lifted them so they sat on her waist. “You can touch me” her words were mumbled by their kiss but George let his hands roam her body. Hands running across her hips and up her back, holding her even closer as she started to grind her hips on his.

They could both feel the tent forming in George’s trousers, y/n’s lips moved down to his jaw and to his neck before kissing her way across his shoulders and chest. Her hand came down to his trousers and palmed him lightly.

“Angel” he moaned softly as he tugged her hand away from him, “are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to”

Y/n grinned as she admired the boy in front of her, “I’m ready Georgie and if you are too then I thought we could maybe make tonight the night? What do you think?”

“I’d love to angel but only if you're sure.”

y/n nodded eagerly as she went to kiss him again but

George held her back. “Wait” he chuckled as she poked out her bottom lip “I need you to promise me that you will tell me to stop if you want to? I don’t care how much we do or don’t do, as long as I’ve got you then I’m happy, okay?”

“Promise Georgie now kiss me please” he sent her a cheeky smirk before kissing her again. y/n reached behind her and unhooked her bra, George pulled back and watched as it fell off of her shoulder.

His eyes studied her chest, engraving this moment into his mind so he would never forget it, “you look beautiful”.

y/n held his hands in hers and tugged them slightly so he would look back at her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful in that moment, George never wanted to forget it.

“Can we take the rest of our clothes off? Please?” y/n shifted off of George's lap so she sat beside him.

“Is that what you want?” George queried as his hand engulfed hers as she sat beside him.

“If you want it too then yes” her eyes met his and George could see how much she wanted it.

He stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed and up onto her feet. “May I?” his index fingers wrapped around the belt loops of her jeans.

Y/n nodded her head but was met by a raised brow. “Need your words angel”

“Please take them off” she said sheepishly as she blushed a deep crimson.

George unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, he crouched down as he did so and placed a kiss to her thigh before helping her to step out of them.

He stood back up and went weak in the knees, the sight of her in a pair of white lacy underwear had him in awe. She looked utterly breathtaking and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. George was now painfully hard, the excitement of what was to come was driving him mad. He loved the girl in front of him more than life itself and couldn’t believe that he was going to get the chance to connect with her in one of the most intimate ways on this earth.

“Georgie” y/n clicked her fingers in front of his eyes and he shook his head.

“Huh? Sorry” he grinned goofily as he wrapped his arms around her waist, “you just look...wow”.

A small giggle left her mouth as she kissed his jaw, still not reaching his lips on her tiptoes. “Can we take these off now?” she tugged at the strap of his belt as she looked down, “I don’t think it’s fair that i’m practically naked and you're fully dressed”. George nodded eagerly and smirked as y/n took off his belt.

She unbuttoned his trousers and tugged them down his legs, sinking to her knees in the process as her hand moved to palm him over his boxers. “Can I take these off too?”

“Sure, if you want” y/n tugged them down his legs and gasped as his cock sprung free. His cock stood tall against his stomach, tip an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. He was big. How on earth was he going to fit inside of her?

Through all her worries, she still found herself desperate to feel him. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and looked up at George for approval. “Can I try something”

He nodded his head “Try whatever you want baby but remember you don't have to...oh godric” George threw his head back as she ran her hand up and down his cock, lips wrapping around his tip. His right hand immediately went to her hair, holding it at the back of her head and out of her way.

She slowly took more of him in her mouth, the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat and she gagged slightly pulling him out of her mouth.

His eyes widened as he placed a hand on her cheek, “aw angel are you okay?”

“‘M fine” she smiled sweetly before wrapping her lips around his cock once more. Now that she was familiar to the feeling of him at the back of her throat, she repeated her actions, hands pumping what she couldn’t fit.

“Fuck” George groaned as her mouth and hands worked his cock, “feels so good angel, you’re doing so good” he moaned out. He was surprised at how good she was at using her mouth, “look so pretty” he mumbled as he looked down at her, watching the way his cock disappeared between her perfect lips.

He slowly pulled his hips back, “did I do something wrong?” y/n’s eyes widened as she looked up at George.

“You did perfect angel, but if you keep going then I’ll cum”

“Oh, that’s good though, right?” the pair both chuckled as he pulled her up onto the bed.

“Of course it is, lie back for me” y/n did as she was asked and rested her head onto his pillows.

His hands ran over her waist and the waistband of her panties “let’s get these off hmm? Bit unfair that I’m naked and you’ve still got clothes on” he winked up at her as he teased.

“Go on then Weasley” she grinned as he pulled the white material down her legs. A cocky grin graced his features as he saw the way her heat glistened.

“Can I touch you angel?”

“Of course you can, it’s what I've been waiting for” she teased. George slowly ran his fingers up her slit before using them to circle her clit.

“Oh” she breathed out at the feeling, it was as if a shot of electricity was coursing through her body.

“Feel good?” George took his other hand and slowly entered a single digit into her core, letting her get used to the intrusion.

“It..it’s nice” she breathed out. George went slow, careful to not overwhelm her. His fingers gently toyed with her clit before he picked up the pace, entering a second digit into her.

“Oh Georgie” she bit her lip as he worked his magic.

George could feel her getting close as her walls twitched, he added a third finger to help stretch her out.

Y/n could feel something in the pit of her stomach, her eyes widened as she looked at George.

“It’s okay angel, just let go, it’s gonna feel good” her chest heaved as the feeling got stronger and stronger.

“Fuck” she moaned out as she came on his fingers, the unfamiliar feeling quickly becoming one of her favourites. “Oh godric Georgie, feels good”

George took his fingers away and instantly put them in his mouth, desperate for a taste. Y/n’s jaw dropped as she watched him, feeling herself get even more turned on.

His eyes met hers and he smirked, “you okay angel?”

“Mhm, want you Georgie”

He moved to hover above her again, “are you sure you want this angel?”

“Yes! Please George, want you so bad”.

George gripped his base and positioned himself at her entrance, looking down at her once more to make sure she wanted it.

She nodded eagerly as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He eased his tip in, holding one of her hands in his as he did so. She gasped at the pressure, eyes tearing up slightly at the sting. Her nails were digging crescent moon shapes into his hand as she held it tightly.

George stopped about half way, letting her adjust to what was inside her. He placed kisses all over her face and neck, “We can stop if you want to angel, you’re doing so good for me, love you so much”.

“Love you too” a few tears escaped her eyes and were wiped away sweetly by her lover. “You can move now”. George eased the rest of his cock into her, eyes burning into hers as he watched for any sign of her wanting to stop.

One his hips met hers he gave her more time, careful not to hurt her.

“It’s okay Georgie, you can move” he slowly drew his hips back before thrusting them slowly back to meet hers. Little whimpers left her lips as her eyes screwed shut. George slowed down but was surprised to hear a needy ‘faster’ fall from her lips.

His hips moved softly against hers, his pace slow but pleasurable. Soft and delicate moans and whimpers left her mouth, the sounds alone making George want to explode.

Her legs were wrapped tight around him, while her arms were wrapped around his neck, tugging at his ginger locks. George rested his forehead against hers and placed a kiss on her nose. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at him lovingly through hooded eyelids.

“I love you” he whispered against her lips before placing a kiss on her cupid's bow.

“I love you too” a silly smile took over her face as she looked at him, the moment was perfect, everything she ever wanted.

George could feel himself get closer, his hand moved down to her clit, lazily toying with her as he slowly fucked her. “Mhmm, I...i think I’m close” she moaned out, hips bucking slightly as she felt him play with her.

“Fuck” a low groan left Georges mouth as he felt her clench around him, “I think you are too angel, you gonna cum again for me?”

He felt her walls tighten, “hmm, angel, so tight around my cock” his lips kissed down her neck before she tugged him up by his hair for a kiss.

“G..gonna cum” her chest was heaving once more as her tits bounced with each thrust, her hands gripped at his hair as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten.

Soon she was moaning George’s name as she came around his cock, eyes rolling back as she shook with pleasure. Her release triggered Georges and he came inside of her, hot cum filling her tight cunt.

“You okay angel?”

“I’m amazing Georgie, it was perfect” she pulled him in for a slow kiss, lips resting on each other for a moment before pulling back.

He pulled out, hearing a needy whimper fall from her lips at the emptiness that consumed her. After casting a few cleaning charms, George got them both tucked into bed.

“Well, how was I?” he joked as he held her close.

“You were unreal” she giggled as she kissed his chest, “now I know what all the girls in school liked about you”

“Oh shush” he laughed as he kissed her forehead, “I wish I’d waited for you” he said honestly as he frowned slightly.

“Well you have me forever now” she grinned.

“Oh yeah? I like the sound of that” he moved to place a kiss on her lips, “I’m gonna get a drink, d’ya want anything?”

“Juice please”

After the two had rehydrated and talked a bit more they got tucked into bed, y/n wrapped up in his arms, “I love you Georgie”

“I love you too y/n, forever”

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Tagging: @pandaxnienke

#George weasley smut #george weasley imagine #george weasley one shot #george weasley x reader

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 3 years

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Kissing / Making Out HC’s

Pairing: Kaminari x reader

Warnings: Just a ton of kissing, making out, and mentions of groping (I talk about boobs, uh oh). Still gender/sex neutral

Author’s Note:

Almost didn't have anything ready for this week, but this one only took me a few hours to write up, so here you go! This may end up being my Valentines Day fic. Idk, we’ll see. I haven’t been feeling well lately :/

Enjoy

-Sugar

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● I think this goes without saying, but

● Denki is an absolute s u c k e r for kisses

● As soon as you get together, he wants them constantly

● And who are you to deny him?

● He really doesn't mind PDA (he kinda likes it, actually, getting to show off that he has an s/o)

● So, unless you're uncomfortable with it, he'll kiss you no matter where you are or who you're with (especially around his friends)

● But as I said, if you're not interested, he'll respect that

● It just means he gets to love on you more when you're finally alone together!

● Kaminari loves your lips. Big or small, soft or dry, he's staring at them from across the room, just thinking about when he can kiss them again

● Boy is devoted to you, you don't leave his mind

● After he started dating you, Denki applies lip balm religiously

● He usually goes with vanilla flavors, but he also likes fruity ones

● And he makes special note of what you like. If he knows you'll be kissing soon, he'll pull out your favorite chapstick of his just to make sure he's extra tasty for you

● His 👏 lips 👏 are 👏 so 👏 soft 👏

● Every now and then they'll get a little chapped, but he's pretty good about exfoliating them when they do

● He wants to make sure you have the best kissing experience with him at all times, so he stays on top of things

● Not only does Denki like receiving kisses, he likes giving them as well

● Cheek kisses are his go-to. If you were to keep track, I'd say he'd give you a cheek kiss at least fifteen times a day, if he's around you that much

● Morning kisses, hello kisses, goodbye kisses—a lot of them end up on your cheeks

● But he also loves kissing your nose! He sees those as more intimate kisses, so usually he saves them for when you're cuddling together

● He just loves the way your face scrunches up in a grin when he does it >w<

● He loves to smother your face with little pecks, and he especially likes to tease you by kissing anywhere but your mouth until you get frustrated

● But he doesn't have that much self-control, so he may just kiss your lips soon enough anyway, if you're patient

● You can expect him to prelude a ton of kisses with either a joke or a pick up line. He thinks he’s being smooth (he’s really not), but he loves seeing you happy and giggling

● He also likes to zap you jus a teeny bit here and there. Never enough to hurt (he'd cry if he ever hurt you), but just enough to surprise you

● Sometimes he accidentally static-shocks you when you kiss, especially right after he used his quirk, so that can sting a bit. He always apologizes when it happens and offers you more kisses

● He likes sweet kisses, especially the ones during or right after dates, where he just gets to close his eyes and let the world fall away into nothing but your warm lips. He likes wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you close, and tilt your chin so he can get the perfect angle on your mouth

● Sometimes he smiles and giggles while you're kissing, and that can make it a little difficult to stay on his lips. But it's so darn cute, you have no intentions of ever telling him to stop

● He loves making out with you. So much

● He likes to “set the scene” if he has time, but it’s usually just dimming the lights a little (he's not above making out to music tho, so if you're interested, he'll be happy to deliver)

● But just having you in your or his room with him, on the bed with you on his lap, kissing you slow for all you're worth—

● Fantastic, easily one of his favorite parts of the relationship

● And he likes the hungry kisses too, where he pins you to the mattress (or you pin him; he's into both 👀) and it's all just sloppy tongue and teeth

● 😞👌

● If you allow it, his hands will be all over your body

● If you possess boobs (no matter the size), he's touching them

● With permission ofc

● I headcanon him to be a boob/chest guy (I mean, he loves all of you, but come on. Boobs. Need I say more?)

● Buuuut, he's also touching your butt. Homeboy's a groper

● He likes to grab handfuls of you wherever they may wander, squeezing your warm flesh around his fingers

● You may have to tell him at first not to do it so hard

● He's a hornee boi, so he likes to make out with you a few times a week. If you have to miss a couple of sessions, he'll get grumpy and you'll have to make it up to him (with extra kissies, ofc)

● If you were to pin him to the wall and passionately kiss him, he'd probably die from how hot he found it. Or he’d just short-circuit

● Any time you kiss him, he'll melt

● He loves kissing you, but there's something a little extra special about when it’s you initiating

● It makes him feel so loved, even if you just walk up to him and peck his forehead

● It's important to him not only that he loves you, but that you love him back just as much. That's what makes him go 🥺🥺

● He simps for one person and one person only now, and it's you

● Extra: He draws fanart of you and him kissing in his free time 👀 just little doodles in the margins of his notebooks. Aizawa always makes a face whenever Denki accidentally leaves one on his homework but otherwise doesn’t say anything

The overhead light is turned off, a screensaver on his monitor providing a soft glow to the bed opposite in the room. You're seated comfortably on his lap, his hands lightly resting on your ass.

He starts with simple pecks on your lips, each one lingering longer against your skin, heavier in pressure. He's soft but moist, warm underneath where his saliva had cooled in the temperature of the room. An electricity seems to dance between you, and you're not sure if it's just your imagination or if he really is using his quirk.

Finally his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you grant him access. Your fingers lace through his hair, displacing the black lightning bolt that had been shaped so perfectly among the golden-blond strands. His tongue comes into contact with yours, touching and licking before securing itself behind your teeth. You're drawn even closer to him, locked in a wet embrace as his hands squeeze.

He could never get enough of you, enough of this feeling. He was obsessed with the way his heart still pounded in his chest, obsessed with the way fireworks went off in his stomach no matter how many times he'd done this before. All it took was a touch, a kiss, a squeeze, and he was gone. In moments like these, you were the only thing that mattered. Not his failures, not his inadequacies, not the stress of school. Just you, and only you.

One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, keeping you close while the other slid down your thigh. He released your lips, only to come back for more more more, desperate to show you how much he loved you, how badly he needed you. A whimper escaped him, swallowed by the kiss but present nonetheless. You answered in your own pretty little moan, fingers alighting on the base of his skull to pull him ever forward into you.

He could stay here forever, drowning in your taste, your touch, your scent. What harm would it be?

Kaminari picked you up, turning you over and laying you down softly onto his bed. He quickly loomed over you, supported by an arm on either side of your head as he dove in for another kiss.

Forever was a long time, so maybe he'd start with tonight.

His thumb traced along your cheekbone, lips still pushing and pulling against yours. He loved the way you caged his hips in with your thighs, keeping him in place. Loved how your hands softly rested by your head on his pillow.

He paused, suddenly realizing just how lightheaded he was. Reluctantly, he pulled back for air, chest expanding and contracting with each soft breath.

You were under him. He was so thankful it was you. He'd never witnessed a person so beautiful—never experienced lips so addictive, so kissable. You were intoxicating, the way your shining eyes locked with his as your own hand came up to trace his face.

Even in the low light, he could make out every feature he loved—from your nose to your cheeks to your chin, nothing escaped his gaze.

"I love you," you whispered to him, and just like every other time you said it, he knew it was true.

"I love you too," he whispered back, because that was also true. How couldn't it be?

He kissed you once more before shifting to his side, pulling you into his arms where he knew you'd be safe and warm.

'I love you' hummed through his every nerve as he showered your skin with his love—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. All of it perfection in his eyes, and he wished nothing would change.

You nestled into his neck, your hot skin brushing over his own.

"Sleepy?" he asked, rubbing your back.

He felt you nod, and he couldn't help but smile. Burying his nose in your hair, he inhaled your scent. It was nights like these when he truly knew what the word 'comfort' meant, since he felt it to the very marrow of his bones.

Absolutely nothing could compare to the way it felt to have you fall asleep in his arms. Your breaths began to even out as his hands continued to wander, intent on caressing you and worshiping every inch of skin he was able to touch.

Even before he pulled the blanket over your shoulders, you were warm. Drifting off to sleep in his arms, his lips still lazily pressing kisses to your hair, you felt content.

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xopheliasunflowerx · 3 years

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Hello! I was wondering maybe you could write a oneshot with Tim Drake based on his appearance in the Arkhamverse (which is criminally underrated in my humble opinion) involving these two prompts: “Hold my hand.” and “I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.” Very much appreciated! ❤️

Worries (Tim Drake Imagine)

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Prompts: “hold my hand”, “I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.”

Definitely my favourite games (one of my very first too) also EXTREME FLUFF

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Finally a night of empty crimes, which was quite unusual for Gotham City. Tim has finished his patrol of Gotham and everything seems clear, finally. He smiles softly as he runs on the rooftops, a thought of you enters his mind, god he misses you, your soft touch he misses so dearly. He could really use your cuddles right now, especially since he’s been a bit stressed lately with his hero stuff. He could really use a break every now and then.

He makes it to your widow, seeing a small amount of light on there, the colour of your F/C curtain. His heart races a bit, completely flattered he feels. A heartwarming smile enters his lips as he opens the window. His fingers grasp the wood as he slides it up. He then slides in and his feet hitting the floor ever so lightly making sure not to disturb you. He then closes the widow behind him, quietly.

He pulls off his suit and armour and puts it in your wardrobe, then pulling out his clothes he’s either left here or you stole from him. He chuckles as his heart fluttered once again, he picked up a dark green shirt and it laced the smell of you. He throws the shirt on as he picked up a pair of shorts and put them on.

“Tim?” You moan as you sit up from your bed.

Tim turns to face you, a small smile entering his face. You look beautiful, your hair a mess, your sleepy voice making him feel butterflies. You rub your eyes as Tim walks over towards you, holding your hands as his thumb rubs them.

“I’m sorry if I woke you, I didn’t mean to.” He said apologetically. You show a tired smile as you rest your head on his palm. You gave him a weak kiss against in hand as he smiles softly at you.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad you made it here safe.” You say as he chuckles at you.

“I’m always careful.”

“Bullshit.”

Tim laughs as he pulls his hands away as he watches you, he was admiring your beauty, god he loves you. He wouldn’t know what he’d do without you. He would always make sure that you were safe, especially from the criminals he faces daily, he couldn’t imagine what he’d do if they got you. He’d be heartbroken, he cherishes you too much, you’re the love of his life.

He then jumps into your bed as you make room for him. He always takes the side closer to the door, just incase any intruders come in, then he can quickly take them out. He lays down as you lay against his chest.

“Hold my hand.” He says as you simply smile as you take his hand in yours, he simply lifts it up and kisses it making you giggle. He holds you close to him, scared you’ll be taken away. Tim always does this, just to make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you.

“How was tonight?” You ask as he turns to face you, his blue eyes staring at you with a shine in them.

“Awfully quiet, it was strange.” He said as you nod your head. It was quite odd, normally he’ll be out much later and return with more bruises and cuts and you patching him up later. “But I’m glad, it means I can have more time with you my love.” He says making you show a small smile on your lips.

He turns to face you, eyes locking with one another. He leans in as you lean in as well, lips touching as you both begin to kiss. It was sweet and passionate, soft just like his lips. It felt like you both were flying it was just amazing, Tim always knew how to kiss you right.

He pulls away as he shows a painful expression on his face. You show a small frown as you lift your hand onto his cheek, your thumb rubbing his cheek.

“I’m scared to lose you, Y/N. This life isn’t for you, you shouldn’t be dealing with my wounds and me being constantly worried about you. It sucks. I’m sorry.” He admits, making you pout.

“Timothy Jackson Drake, you know I can look after myself. You trained me of course, remember when those thugs came on me? I took after them didn’t I? I’ll be okay! I promise you, darling.” You reassure him. He looks up at you with hopeful eyes.

“I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it, how dreadful that would be. I love you.” He says as he kisses you once again.

He then grabs your waist pulling him on top of you as you giggle. You straddle your hips on top of his as he groans.

“I love you too.”

And with that you two spend most of your nights cuddling and kissing, just enjoying each other’s company. Enjoying each other’s love.

@halietigges I hope you like your request thank you for requesting!

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writings-by-blondie · 3 years

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~If The Stars Could Speak~

Soap Mactavish x F!Reader (teaspoon of Angst)

She was way too good for him and he knew that yet he couldn't forget the way her (h/c) hair fell over her shoulders, her laugh and a bit cold, but glittery look of her (e/c) eyes when their gaze met for the first time..it was like he could see universe in them.

He was in cold, gloomy, Russia, on a mission that was to be last, scribbling down words on the peace of paper, counting down hours till he get to hold her forever...

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His most trusting man, and friend, Simon and him decided to lay back and enjoy some free time they were granted away from their ever noisy and ever busy camp.

They were at downtown, walking and talking about how tonight is their night - they will leave job at office and they will just enjoy strong alcohol and good music.

The night was a bit chilly, but nothing unusual for the late September.

That just meant that John will finally have chance to wear that nice black spitfire jacket he bought not long ago, and he looked well in it.

As the two men walked they spotted the bar they wanted to be in for the rest of the night, right outside of it, sticking out like a sore thumb was parked some expensive car that John didn't know how to indenify as. He wasn't a big car head like his friend.

"Look at this mate. Its Porsche, bet some meat heads are in this place",

said Simon chucking and eyeing the car and tilting his head slowly towards the bar.

Mactavish smirked and pushed his friend gently as he started walking in, "You have a problem with that or you're just scared of guys who drive expensive cars, eh?".

Inside of the bar you and small group of your friends were in VIP lounge. Infront of you, on small glass table was a bucket filled with ice that kept some red bulls and couple of Baltica beers cold.

You were drinking Jack Daniels, your glass half full. Being tipsy already, you fake-laughed at some perverse joke friend next to you finished telling.

Tonight, you really felt down. Truth to be told, you've been feeling under the weather last couple of months, nothing seemed to go the right way and nothing you did could change that feeling. On top of that your stupid poosh boyfriend broke up with you over text last week, and even though you understood that your friends cared for you and wanted you to forget about that fool and enjoy yourself, you still couldn't shake away the bitterness and just wanted to curl away in your bed, eat some strawberry ice cream and watch ‘Casablanca’.

But here you were, in a black dress that glittered under the light, your hair styled in lazy but not messy curls, and your over-expensive white heels. You looked like the IT girl that every man would want for them selves, to put you on pedestal and admire you.

(Y/n) leaned back in the black leather seat before she took a deep sigh that was followed by pouting and throwing down rest of the Jack that was in her glass down her throat. It burned for a bit, but the sweet flavour of alcohol made her want to drink more, so she opened the half empty bottle and poured more of the honey-coloured liquid into her glass.

She leaned in close to her friend on the left and whispered,

"I need to go and check my make up. Save a seat for me, and dont touch my bottle, I will know if you do.",

you almost groaned last words since you knew well that your friends loved to mess with you.

The (h/c) girl now stood up, taking her light coloured purse that matched with her heels, in her hands and started walking towards the washroom of the bar.

The floor was wooden, hard wood, after all the bar was made to accommodate high class people and to draw in tourists who had a lot of money to spend. Her heels making a little bit noise as her steps collided with the floor. It was a southing sound, like when rain hits the metal.

Her hips swayed as her dress didn't quite hug her whole neatly shaped figure, so it swayed with her movements, glittering under the dim light of the noisy bar.

She had to watch every step since she felt that the alcohol was indeed kicking in, but the song playing on stereos drew her attention and just for a tiny moment she forgot completely that she had heels on.

"Shit-", you muttered loudly as your purse left your hands and you could see the dark wooden floor getting close to you now, but you weren't colliding with it, instead you felt stern grip on your waist, feeling the coldness of someones hand that went straight to your skin, under the dress. You furrowed eyebrows before looking up, facing a, without any exaggeration, handsomest man you ever laid eyes upon.

His eyes, blue as the sea in mid July in the noon, almost glittering like a waves when they shine under the hot sun. His smell now invaded your nostrils touching your senses, stimulating them, wanting more of it. It was pine mixed with old brand of ‘denim’, manly but still subtle, just enough.

He smiled at you softly looking into your eyes, not breaking eye contact once.

"Careful now lass, we don’t want any broken bones yet, the night is still young eh?..", he spoke with thick and extremely attractive (for some reason) Scottish accent and she took deep breath in, as the man slowly placed the girl in front of him back on her legs, parting his hand with her waist. The girl licked her lover lip, realizing now that she was blushing way more than it was appropriate for this kind of situation and softly muttered, "Sorry.. The heels..", under her breath before she walked pass the man and disappeared into woman's washroom.

Mactavish however trailed her with his eyes, her long and subtly toned legs, and the way the subtle cutout on her dress reviled a bit of her thigh. She was clearly in distress and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself as he picked up her purse from the floor and sat down in the nearby booth with Simon.

"What the hell was that?", Riley said as he took off his black leather jacket, placing it next to him.

"It was like some scene out of those old movies mate. Its like, in that one moment, universe existed to put us together.", John smiled to himself, also placing his jacket next to him, being a bit surprised at his own words, he wasn't cheesy, but romantic? He was that.

And he would never let any of his friends know that since well, it was an army and he didn't need Ghost going around the base telling everyone that their captain was softie.

"Since when are you that cheeky eh? Maybe Price doesn't make you do enough pushups at morning." Simon smirked at his friend and raised his hand to call the bartender,

"Its a quote, some of us are literate cinema vise mate", Mactavish smirked back at him leaning over the table, trying to reach for his cigars in his back pocket, "But she is bonnie, nonetheless.".

In washroom you tried to steady your breathing. You put your hand on your chest and closed eyes, but the only thing you could see was the man's eyes and his face. Girl quickly opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in big mirror that was placed on black and white tiles. (Y/n) looked at her face, noticing few spots where her make up was messed up, she pouted a bit and reached down on the sink for her purse, but her palm was met only with cold marble sink.

You quickly shot your gaze towards your hand, with your eyebrows furrowed. Eyes darting across the sink, around it and eventually around the whole washroom then the realisation hit you like a heavy boulder- you dropped your purse when you tripped, when he grabbed you.

"For fucks sake..", you muttered under the breath. It was enough humiliating that probably whole bar watched you stumble around like a new born deer and almost kiss the floor, but now you had to go retrieve your purse that was probably still on the ground and go back to washroom again looking like a lost highschool girl on the party.

You shook your head and realised that stupid anxiety attack got your judgment clouded- people fall every day, and they drop stuff everyday too.

The girl now straighten her posture, fixed her hair a bit and opened the door, exiting the cool room she was in before heading to the booth were she dropped her purse, but to her surprise the purse was not on the floor instead she heard familiar thick accent from the booth next to where she was standing,

"Looking for this lass?", the man waved with her purse smiling at her with one of his brows raised, his friend watching her, waiting for her next move.

You swallowed a big gulp, approaching the booth were the men were sitting slowly, taking your purse from the blue eyed man,

"Yes, thank you. Saving me from embarrassment.. Very noble of you.", you said with a now confident voice, not breaking eye contact with him. There was something about him, something unexplainable. It was like that with every second she looked at his face, at his slightly parted lips as a little smile formed on his face, you were losing grip on the time it was like a whole universe worked for you and him.

"Glad I could help ma'am. Those shoes do look dangerous, better watch your step.", the man spoke and she smiled at him, shyly nodding and turning around, breaking the eye contact with him, slowly walking towards her own booth where her friends were loud and drunk.

But every step you took was heavier than the last one, you didn't want to go there, you wanted to sit with him, smell that invading pine again, feel his touch again.. Was this alcohol that was in your bloodstream?

You stopped suddenly and took a deep breath, before turning on your heels and going back to the two man who were now smoking, their drinks were on their table as well.

"Oh screw it. Universe, dont make a fool out of me!", you thought internally as you approached back their booth, and both men looked up at you again.

"Do you need some help lassie? Are you feeling well?", the blue eyed man asked. You actually just now noticed that he had his hair styled as a mohawk and it suited him so nice, the scar over his eye stuck out as well.

You snapped out and shook your head in denial,

"Would you mind if I joined you for a drink?",

Ghost cleared his throat and looked away with a huge smirk over his face, avoiding John’s stern look. Mactavish moved himself to the left, leaving vacant place for the girl to sit and nodded his head down while putting out cigar that was already burned.

You sat next to him, smiling and biting inside of your cheek, leaving your purse on the edge of the table waving to the bartender to get his attention, you showed him universal sign for ‘another bottle’ and the man nod to you.

You returned your attention towards two men who were gazing at you the whole time.

"So, who wishes to start this AA meeting? How about you sir?", you pointed at men across from you. Both men cracked at your joke before the one you pointed at started talking,

"Name's Simon, that’s Soap- I mean John..", Simon barely held in his laugh looking away from the pair. You looked at men next to you and his jaw was clenched, he obviously didn't like that one.

"Y/N, nice to meet you fellas. This night needed some life in it. I was dying of boredom over at VIP's. Some fresh environment is nice..",

you smiled at John who was downing his beer, slowly he nod at the girl and the bartender finally came with your new bottle of Jack and three glasses for each of you.

"Put it on my bill, thanks.", you said and John eyed you as you opened the bottle of whiskey and poured everyone about a half of the glass, raising your own towards him as you finished. You smirked a bit, leaning towards him, unintentionally, your thigh subtly brushed against his light blue denim jeans.

"Cheers to not breaking bones and to concerned strangers.”, you said the words, slowly looking up at his eyes yet again.

John looked down at you, slowly colliding his glass with yours.

"Well, cheers to me I guess..", Simon muttered to himself and downed down the glass. You couldn't help but laugh sincerely, John joining you while rolling his eyes at Simon,

"Ghost getting ghosted, this will be the story to tell the mates back at camp for sure..".

You raised your eyebrow in confusion, leaving your glass on the table and crossing your legs, leaning back,

"Camp? What are you two like some secret agents or something?", you asked and John and Simon talked to you about their job deep into night. They explained their line or work as subtle as they could and shared some of the funniest moments from their missions with you.

John enjoyed your laugh, the way you blushed when you caught him looking at you, avoiding his gaze, how well your lips were glossed and your perfume that made him want to invade your neck and collarbone with small and soft kisses. He also noticed how soft your skin was when he "accidentally" touched your hand as you were reaching for the bottle, wanting to pour another drink.

It was about 3 in the morning when you turned around towards the bartender who was next to you, telling you and your new friends that the bar is closing in about five minutes. Your friends left long time ago, too drunk to even notice that you were gone or that you were now sitting elsewhere.

"Oh come on Gorge! Cant you see how much fun we are having here? Can’t you just lock us in or join us?", you blinked innocently at the bartender and it made man blush, ofcourse that didn't go unnoticed by Mactavish who cleared his throat subtly and put his hand around your shoulder. You turned your head, raising eyebrow at him and questioning what the hell he was doing.

"Come on lass, man has a job to do, a boss to answer to. We will get you to your hotel eh?", you chuckled at him, now relaxing into his touch, and he loved it. He softly rubbed exposed skin on your shoulder with his thumb and you inhaled sharply, smiling at him reaching for your purse and pulling out keys from your car,

"I drank a lot.. Who is driving lads?",

You closed the door of your Porsche and could hear Simon in the back seat whistle,

"It even has leather inside and tv in the back of the seat. Of course it does.. For gods sake (y/n), you could've just told us that you are rich. We would've distanced from you.", Riley made a joke and you laughed, turning around in your seat looking at Simon, as John started the car, slowly advancing towards the main street.

"I wouldn't trade time I had with you boys for nothing in this world. I haven't laughed like that in ages..",

Riley now looked at Mactavish on review mirror smirking,

"Soap, drop me off first and then take (y/n) back to her place. Base is just around the corner it will save her some gas.".

You eyed man who was driving now, waiting for his response, he groaned in response then he nodded slowly looking at you, before returning eyes to the road that was empty. The city was in deep sleep.

John parked infront of some old looking house and Simon chuckled, "Well this is my stop. I'll see ya in the morning mate, don't forget to freshen up, we will need you frosty eh?",

Simon said before he slammed the doors shut and swiftly disappeared into the house.

You looked at John and pouted a bit, he looked and you and wiggled his eyebrows playfully,

"Where to miss?", he put up his best British accent and you couldn't help but laugh at how silly he sounded.

"With you? To the stars.." you leaned on his shoulder and kicked down your heels, tucking your legs under your tights.

Mactavish took a deep breath, inhaling the sent of your perfume, before he started driving again, he reached for the radio and turned it on.

A soft tune of "Midnight" song was on it and you hummed in approval.

"You know, I feel like I should've met you long ago instead of wasting my time around, not knowing where am I going, what am I doing. I wish this night could last forever John, I wish I could be stuck in it forever.."

The man smiled and reached for one of your hands, locking his fingers with your smaller ones, his eyes never leaving the road.

"I want to show you one place, if you are not up for sleep yet lassie?"

You parted your head with his shoulder to look up at him, his face being illuminated by dim street lights, he looked so soft and like he didn't have any worry in the world.

"Aye sir, I am in your hands for the rest of this trip." you joked and he let out a huffed laugh, bringing your hand closer to his lips, kissing your knuckles, you watched him carefully, biting your lower lip as you felt the warmth spread throughout your entire body from just that tiny exchange of affection.

John parked the car, pulled the break and turned the machine off. He leaned back in the leather seat and looked at you, smile creeping around the corners of his mouth.

"Take my jacket, it can be windy up here."

He said and reached in the back seat for his jacket, handing it to you. You took it into your hands and looked around you, it was quiet and dark all around. Not single lamp post or anything was in the vicinity, only the headlights that John left on, and the soft tune of radio that still played.

"There is nothing here, and honestly it feels like a horror movie. Am I about to be murdured and thrown from this cliff John?"

Mactavish just chuckled and opened the car doors on his side,

"Do you trust me lass?", he asked as he leaned on the car roof, peeking inside and looking at you.

"Do I trust man I just met in local bar to exit my car, my only way of escaping, and obey him to walk into my own funeral? Sure yeah, here I come.." you said with playful tone as you stepped out of your car, flinging his black jacket over your shoulders and sliding your arms into it. It smelled like him and you buried your nose into the collar of jacket, closing your eyes and getting lost in the man's perfume mixed with aftershave. You were about to close the doors of the car when John cut you off,

"Don't close the doors, we won't be able to hear the music".

He was now behind you, towering over your smaller frame and your heart skipped the beat as you turned around to face him.

He slowly reached for your hips and without any hesitation or struggle, swayed you off your bare feet and lifted you up. You instinctively warped your arms around his neck smiling at him.

"You need to stop watching that many horror movies, they will rot your pretty brain"

He smiled at you with his eyes, looking down at your parted lips. Your face being right infront of his, possibly few inches away since he could feel your breath on his skin, and you could feel his. Blush creeped around your cheeks and he put you down on the hood of the car that was still warm from the engine. Your hands left his neck, but he still remained between your legs, not letting your hips just yet. You could've swore that his eyes were shining that night, you knew it was not possible, that your brain was seeing tings the way it wanted to, but you still chose to believe that impossible was possible in that moment.

His shadow that was casted due to headlights now moved, and with deep inhale his grip left your hips and you bit your lip. You felt disappointed and empty, you wanted him to lean in closer, you wanted to taste him and to seal the deal, but he moved away, hopping on the hood with ease, next to you, and leaning down on the windshield, one hand behind his head and other stretched out across the hood. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and slowly nodded towards his hand.

You pouted but soon enough curled against him, resting your head on his arm and softly gliding your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat under your palm.

In response he softly put his fingers in your hair, massaging your head in circular moves.

"Look up lass, the sky is beautiful tonight. No clouds, just stars blinking and shining somewhere out there, far, far away. Haven't seen this in a while."

You listened to his words and followed his gaze up towards the sky. He was right, it was indeed beautiful. Dark blue mixed with dozen blinking lights looking back at you and him. Moon was nowhere to be found however. And then it struck you, the whole moment was inscribed into your memory- his soft breathing, the glitter in his eyes, the soft music that was playing from inside the car, the murmur of water somewhere in the distance, the ruffle of the leaves and grass that were moved by soft breeze and your eyes watered a bit, you really wanted to live in this moment forever, to lie on his arm forever and to gaze at the same stars forever.

John noticed the hard breathing next to him and faced you with soft smile "Dont cry lass, I more like you smiling, it suits you better. Can't say the same for those shoes.. Those didn't work for you that well eh?" you chucked through the tears and felt his thumb on your cheek as he wiped one stray tear.

"I just want to be here forever.. Like this. With you next to me. If I had one chance to freeze the time it would be right now, right here with you so I could look at your eyes filled with thousand stars forever, counting them slowly one by one, never getting bored of you." the girl said softly pulling herself closer to him. John smiled and kissed her hair softly.

"Funny how you are telling me the words I should be telling you bonnie. Maybe this is just a dream eh? Maybe we will wake up from it feeling empty..I know that I will miss you when I am gone.. Now, tell me who broke your heart?"

John said with whisper, still gazing up at the stars, slowly closing his eyes.

"Life did. But its nothing you can't fix.." you said quietly, blushing and looking up at him. He opened the eyes and looked back at you, his eyes trailing every line of your face, trying to remember all the features of it as he leaned in and slowly kissed your forehead.

"Dance with me?" He asked and you smiled up at him.

"I dont have any shoes on." you replied as with one swift move he pulled you off the car .

"That is nothing I can't fix." he smirked a bit and lifted you up from the car, telling you to stand on his shoes.

"John no, I am heavy." you chuckled as his hands held you close to him, his hands under his jacket, one placed on small of your back and one firmly held your hip, your feet now on his shoes, and he started moving slowly in tune of "Gloria" by Midnight that was on radio station at the moment.

"Bollocks, you are light as a feather, I can't even feel you. Do you even eat something or you just drink every day?" He joked and you laughed, throwing your hands over his head, locking them behind his neck.

"Captain Mactavish, stop teasing me and kiss me. I demand that action." you ran your hand over back of his head, feeling the tingles on your palm from his fresh shaven hair cut.

He looked down at you, lingering his eyes on your lips that were smirking a bit, slowly closing distance between the two, teasingly.

He pressed his cold lips on yours and you closed your eyes, wanting to remember every single moment and every move he made.

He slowly moved his hand up and down your back, inviting you to deepen the kiss which you accepted. He kissed you slowly, with passion with every move. He was spilling all of his emotions right then and there, he held you like was afraid that you will disappear from his arms, like he wouldn't be able to touch you or feel you. Your heart feel heavy, and you swore he could hear it since it was crashing against your ribcage.

John slowly parted with your lips, looking into your eyes, his forehead resting on yours,

"After I am done with next mission, I will steal you and take you away so we can count all of the starts together, alright?" He asked and you nodded in approval slowly.

"Promise you wont forget?" You blinked up at him and he softly leaned in and kissed your lips again, kiss that was assuring and warm.

"I will be back in two days, wait for me here and be ready for a trip.", he softly brushed his nose on yours and you smiled wide at him, the universe was on your side, fate was on your side. It gifted him to you, to keep him and to cherish him, that whole night was like a fever dream, it almost didn't feel real- but it was. He was there and you were with him, swaying to the music slowly, kissing and feeling each other praying that sun wont come up just yet..

In two days you were at the same spot, your truck filled with all your stuff you needed.

You paced around the car excited, wanting to have his arms around you again, wanting to kiss him again... But he never showed up.

You never saw him again. You visited the bar often, you went to the house where you left his friend that night but the house was not there, it was demolished not long ago.

John disappeared without the trace, just the way he came into your life, unnoticed.

You never heard from him again. It was like that whole night was just a distant dream you had, and you would believe it if it wasn't for his jacket that was in your closet, his smell still lingering on it.

Years have passed, you never quite moved on, settling for a man who was nothing like John, but he cared for you, he really did.

Treating you right, bringing you flowers for every 14th of February, never forgetting anniversary or your birthday.

He didn't have stars in his eyes, he never took you to that place, never made you fall in love with him in bare hours, but he was enough. You had a nice house in nice neighbourhood and you lived a nice life with him.

You were at kitchen, preparing a lunch for your husband and you, when you heard a bell ring of your doors. You swiftly cleaned your hands and rushed to open the door.

"Yes?" You said as handle turned and the door opened.

Man who you never met before stood before you. He had small blue eyes, his beard was a bit weird but it suited him nice. He had a brown hair, and looked like life never treated him with ease.

"Can I help you sir?" You questioned the stranger and he nodded affirmative

"You are a hard one to find (y/n). Took me long enough.. Name's John Price, I have something for you.", he said and pulled white small envelope from his pocket handing it to you

"What is this sir? How do you know my name?" He smiled sadly at you and turned around being ready to leave when he stopped in his tracks, not facing you still.

"I am sorry. Wish I did more." .

He said and you were more confused than ever, you watched as man left your property and you closed the door, looking at the envelope that was in your hand. It was a bit heavy, but only on one side of it.

You rushed to the living room, where you sat down and opened it.

Dog tags fell out from them, they were cleaned recently, but the rust on them was noticeable still.

"John Mactavish"

ARMY

Some numbers and rest were scribbled from them.

Your heart dropped and your lips parted, eyes already filled with tears that slowly left your eye, falling down your cheek.

In the envelope was also a paper, it had blood stains on it. You tried wiping your eyes and reading it.

"I want to invite you for a walk,

To a quiet place; In the moor.

When the breeze sings midnight,

One if those nights- the moon is full.

A restless pounding invades in my heart,

When I think of my confidants-

The stars.

If they could only speak ,

What would they say?

If you could hear them talk.

For they know of my fondness for you,

And that in my thoughts

There is no other one.

If only the stars could speak

They will tell you that I love you,

They would ask you,

To love me back."

You hugged the peace of paper like it was John himself and let your tears fall freely whispering to yourself and to the paper like he could hear you, like he was the one in your arms instead of this bloody peace of paper.

“I do love you John.. I never stopped.”.

A soothing closure fell over you. Now he was the star somewhere up in the sky, looking over at you every night you faced the sky, waiting for you to join him one day.

#cod #cod mw #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #soap x reader #major character deaths #fluff #angst

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olivia200312 · 3 years

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Onesie Party~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader

Plot: Y/N couldn't help but find it adorable and adore Y/N in her onesie pajamas.

Lol, I love onesies. I have like 4 or 5 pairs XD.

Note: the art goes to the owner!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Faceplate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eyebrow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Backplate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from overheating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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"Alright! I can't wait to start this sleepover!" Miko shouted with an excited and happy smile on her face.

The girl was wearing a rockish onesie pajama-style tonight. Why? Because she and her friends, Y/N, Raf, and Jack decided to have a sleepover at the Autobots base. It was all her idea and Optimus gave the permission. Ratchet, the grumpy doctor medic, went quickly to recharge before he'll hear screaming. Lol. He clearly hates to be disturbed, especially by Miko.

Raf wears a onesie pajama for boys that had a theme of technology. It honestly suits him 100%! Consider it since he's extremely smart about computers. Jack was just wearing a normal one with the theme of motorcycles since Arcee was his guardian.

And let's go to the wonderful Y/N. She wears a cute and very soft grey onesie that has stars.

(Feel free to imagine something else in your head.)

Y/N loves this kind of pajamas. She only wears them when she felt cold. After all, onesie pajamas were kind of like blankets. But she's been wondering about one thing: do Autobots know what onesies are?

"Hey, Y/N! I like your onesie!" Miko exclaimed with a smile.

Y/N smiled and said a quick thank you to the teenage girl. They had their room to have a sleepover thanks to Optimus. Sleeping mattresses were laid on the floor so that the humans can sleep comfortably. Y/N and others brought their sleeping bags so they had at least blankets, even though they're wearing onesies.

"So, what do you guys want to do first?" Miko asked.

The others told their ideas about what to do and eventually, all of them agreed to watch a movie. There's a TV here too. They went through some movies they brought and they decided to watch F/M. During the movie, Optimus suddenly entered the room, causing the kids to look up at him.

"Hey, Prime!"

"Hello. I decided to see how you all are doing," Optimus responded with his usual deep leader voice.

"Well, we're just watching a movie, then we'll go to sleep," Y/N responded with a smile.

Optimus then finally took a look at his secret human crush. Yes, he's crushing on the gorgeous Y/N. Basically ever since day one. He couldn't help but be interested in what kind of pajamas Y/N was wearing. He never saw those things before. He only saw normal ones like long sleeves and short ones. But this was new to him!

"Something wrong, Optimus?" Y/N asked when she noticed him staring at her. She's secretly blushing.

Miko snickered and left the room, dragging Jack and Raf with her, to give Optimus and Y/N privacy. She exactly knows what's going on.

"I couldn't help but notice a new pair of nightclothes, Y/N."

Y/N couldn't but let out a snort and a chuckle. "Oh, really? Well, my dear Prime, what you're seeing is what we call a onesie. It's basically like a blanket for us. What I'm wearing is really soft and comfortable."

Optimus became more interested. But then one question came into his processor. How would it feel to cuddle with it? He decided to test it out. He used his bipedal holoform and was now small, close to Y/N's height. The girl looks shocked.

"I n-never knew you can do this."

Optimus showed only a ghost smile on his faceplate, causing Y/N to look soft. She didn't want to see the widely known ghosty smile, she wanted to see a REAL smile! The girl stood up while the movie was still playing and watched how Optimus walked towards her. He honestly looks like a knight in shining armor. This caused Y/N's heart to beat fast and especially blush. She badly wanted to kiss him hard.

In the background, the kids were watching and the movie was a romance c&aroon, where the main characters finally kiss each other. When Optimus finally stopped in front of her, they stared at each other deeply into the eyes. Y/N felt into the blue ones where it's like you stare at the ocean. Optimus felt lost in Y/N's beautiful E/C eyes that remind him of (choice).

Both of them slowly leaned in until they finally kissed! Optimus laid his servos on her hips while Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck cables. The kids immediately left since it's like they're watching a mature movie. When the deep kiss ended, they stared at each other lovely and they both laid carefully on the mattress. Optimus pulled Y/N close and he, the might leader, started to suddenly snuggle. He couldn't help but purr by how soft and comfy it feels, feeling the contact with the soft onesie pajama.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle and wrapped her arms around her new boyfriend since his helm laid on her chest. "You wanted to snuggle and feel the onesie, do you?"

Optimus purred. "I also want to be in your arms, my dear."

What a cute sleepover ;)

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