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[konigsblog]

simon riley and his desperation for your touch.

simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

tw/cw: teasing, sub!ghost, handjob. MDNI 18+

;i can't really see simon being submissive, but tried to give it a go :3

simon isn't the type to be submissive. he yearns for control and power, to have authority. after all, he's a lieutenant; it's his job to set orders for stupid and pathetic recruits to follow.

although after coming home from a long, exhausting, and hardworking deployment, the only thing on his mind was being treated right by you. of course, you've seen simon come home insatiable, in dire need of your pussy wrapped around his dick. but the only thing on his mind was being under your care, craving your affection and attention after so long without it.

he didn't even make an effort to hop into the shower or even get changed; he immediately undone his belt before collapsing onto the couch, sinking into the familiar feeling of your soft lips against his. you rubbed his hard bulge gently, rubbing it back and forth as he kissed you greedily. the scent of your perfume filling his nostrils only left his boner even harder, stiffer, and sore in the tightness of his boxers.

you wrapped your soft fingers around his lengthy, veiny cock. already, simon was taken back by the softness of your hand in contrast to his calloused, rough hands. you're so gentle and slow, leaving simon breathless with each stroke and guttural growls for more emitting from him. you chuckled quietly, your lips still pressed against his, feeling his hard cock throb between your fingers whenever you pulled away.

“fuck, sweethear’... drivin’ me absolutely fuckin’ crazy. was dreamin’ of this for so long, you don’t even know, lovie.” he panted as you jerked him off faster, gripping him tighter as he weeped pearly beads and balls of his white arousal. your hold became firmer as you ran your thumb over his sensitive tip, rolling it around in soothing circles. 

simon couldn't contain himself any longer, not after months without your sweet, comforting, soothing touch. you grunted out painfully at the tightness in his balls before he began spurting thick strings of his milky arousal all over your fingers, as well as his military-issued pants. you swear you saw a tear roll down his cheek as he came, creamy globs of his release dripping from your fingers as he breathed heavily in the comfort of your presence.

[babygirl-riley]

Hi can i please request something where simon and his wife find out one of their kid's friends has abusive parents so they decide to adopt them😢💔

Guardian Angels

You noticed it, the bruise, the way the little girl would ask things. So when you brought it up to Simon, immediate action came through

A/N: OH MY HELL, this hurts a lot. But I am so glad that the child will have a safe and loving home. My heart HURTS!

Hope this is something that was worth waiting for! 😌

Warnings: mentions of abuse, physical abuse, neglect abuse, childhood trauma, child abuse, angst, trauma, PURE FUCKING DEPRESSION, fluff, wife!reader, husband!simon, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader family

You froze, your blood turning ice cold, your heart breaking. You noticed a small scratch on the child, when you lifted their shirt it was worse. “I got into the snacks. Daddy didn’t like it.” She whispered holding back the tears.

You inhaled deeply feeling the shake of it. You never would believe it. No way someone would hurt a 6 year old child. The puzzle pieces started to form together, the way that she would flinch whenever you would lift a finger. The way she would be shocked about handing her a snack. A small snack anything. It made your heart break even more knowing that there were signs.

“What about your mom? Where is she?” You asked softly putting her shirt down.

She looked away from you. “I don’t know.”

You looked into her beautiful blue eyes. God a child. You nodded and told her that she was spending the night, that you would talk to her dad. Luckily her dad approved acting like nothing was going on. You noted that you would drop her off the next day. You called Simon right after that.

“I’m almost done here sweethear.’ Do you need me to pick anything up for dinner?” He asked sweetly right when he picked up.

It was silent on your end. Making him perk up a bit. Until he heard the sob. A sob that he never heard before, he adjusted himself. “What’s wrong,” He asked softly but with concern. When you kept quietly sobbing he started to pack up. “I’m comin’ home.”

“Okay…I will tell you when you get here.” You choked out in more sobs. Trying to get yourself together, hearing little footsteps pattering outside your bedroom door.

“Mummy,” Your daughter said through the door. “Lilli and I want pizza! Can we get pizza!”

“Of course hun, one second mommy is in the phone. I will let daddy go grab some!” You said back in which you heard little cheers before the footsteps sprinted away. “Grab pizza.”

“‘lright then I will be home soon. I love ya.” He whispered feeling more concerned.

The girls were excited to see Simon coming in with pizza. Your daughter running to him squeezing his leg, giggling when he moved his leg up to walk forward as she clinged harder. You looked over at Lilli who stood in the corner waiting for him. She just watched as he placed the pizza down on the counter then looked up at you.

“Is it okay I can eat?” She mumbled. You nodded and knelt down.

“You can always eat here sweet girl.” You whispered as her face beamed running over to your daughter.

Simon looked over at you as he placed pizzas on plates. You still stood in the hallway, hugging yourself. He looked down at Lilli. “Here Lills use both hands, go sit with Millie. Y/n and I will join soon yeah?”

She cautiously and gently grabbed the plate from him. “Thank you.” She whispered before sprinting to sit next to Millie.

Simon came and kissed you softly. “Let’s go to the room.” He mumbled before you followed him in.

Right when the door shut the sob came out. Simon quickly grabbed you pulling you into a hug. “Love, what’s goin’ on?”

After a few quick breaths you spoke. Explaining everything, from the time he was out on his 3 month assignment and finding the bruises and cuts. Simon listened to every word, asking questions to make sure you knew what you saw. That it wasn’t just a kid being a kid.

Simon’s leg was bouncing hard up and down. You knew of his past, you knew saying these things would bring up memories of his that he tucks so far away from him, was coming to light. Simon stared at the wall for a moment, thinking. He knew the signs well, it was the same signs he gave when his father would beat him and his brother.

He thought about every scenario, the first one was to go to the bastards home and beat him until he saw god himself. Kill him and possibly have the team help cover it up. Make the man get the taste of his own medicine.

Simon thought about how tiny Lilli is, how quiet she would be when he would come around. It wasn’t for a couple months before she warmed up to Simon. Loved playing with him when his daughter would invite for a tea time. Would always sit on the other side of him when watching movies. It was like she was a Riley.

Simon thought of the time when he was her age. The things his father would do to him. “Do you think he ever…”

“Let’s not think that,” He said quickly shaking his head. You nodded and sighed he knew you were worried about him too. The way you waited and watched him. “We have to get her out.” He said darkly, trying to pull himself together. “Now. Not tomorrow now. We get pictures we get everything that we need to take it to the police.”

“How? I just don’t know what to do for tomorrow. These things take time what if…” You started to say before trailing off.

“Laswell,” Simon said standing up quickly. “I’m calling Laswell.”

Two years, it had been two years since that incident happened. It took months before having your daughter have her best friend become her sister. However, papers took longer than expected but court said that both of you can take her in, unless things changed. It made both you and Simon nervous. “We will keep goin’ day by day until we find out yeah?” Simon said comforting you as you shared your thoughts of how long it was taking.

But today was different, giggling and happy screaming echoing through the house. It was Lilli’s birthday, friends of her came and your family. Balloons and decorations plastered the home. Presents lined up neatly on a table as everyone talked to one another. The kids playing with each other.

You watched as Lilli and Millie played together with their cousins. You smiled as you placed some plates down to some guests. You felt a hand gently grab your shoulder. “Do ya have a second.’” Simon asked as you connected eye contact. When you nodded yes, he said he would meet in your shared room. You walked yourself up as you waited. When you heard the door open Lilli and Millie were with Simon.

“Daddy I was havin’ fun.” Millie groaned as she came next to you.

Simon smiled as he looked at both Lilli and Millie. You noticed his eyes were red. You frowned as you thought of the worst. “I wan’ to do this privately. Mum doesn’ even know,” He grabbed an envelope on his dresser looking at you and handing it. “Read it love.”

You curiously grabbed the envelope and grabbed the paper inside. You gasped as you clasp your hand on your mouth looking at Simon whose lips trembled. “What’s wrong?” Lilli’s voice said quietly. “They said no huh.” Looking away and Millie grabbed your leg about to cry.

Your heart broke but soon swelled when Simon knelt down to her. Gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, with tears in her eyes. Simon’s heart raced in excitement. Love. Relief. He heard his voice crack as he tried to say something. Then inhaled deeply. “No Lills you are now Lilli Riley. You are our babygirl now. Ya staying here forever.”

Lilli gasped as she looked up at you then at Simon. “Really! Thank youtha kyouthankyou!” She started crying as she wiped her eyes constantly.

Simon chuckled and nodded as he cried with her rubbing her shoulder. Millie yelled in joy and ran to her. “Lilli! Lilli! We can have forever sleepovers!”

Lilli giggled as she hugged Millie jumping up and down with her. You looked down at Lilli’s birth certificate and adoption papers. Stating that indeed Lilli is now yours. You looked at Simon as he wiped his eyes before looking at you smiling. Before he said anything he was tackled by the girls, the three of them laughing as they hugged.

“Mum come on!” Millie yelled as Lilli came to grab your hand to lead you to both Simon and Millie.

You went on the ground as both you and Simon hugged the girls. Your girls.

[mariariley]

Simon Riley x reader

⋆✮⋆ relationship headcanons ⋆✮⋆

2nd person

female reader

NSFW warning

Word count: 1.4k

masterlist || have a request/ask? Here are the rules <3

I edited this one a little too many times 😭 added bunch of stuff so I’m sorry for the reblogs that aren’t getting the updates

Let’s be honest, it would be a hell of a journey to get with this man

At first, he wouldn’t be interested in you at all

It takes a lot of patience to actually make some kind of bond with him that isn’t merely because you’re a teammate or whatever you imagine in your CoD AU

If you’re patient and stubborn enough, you might get somewhere

If you treat him right, take it easy with him, prove yourself worthy and convince him you genuinely care, it’s a bingo

It might seem like you’re taming a wild animal but it really isn’t. Considering he’s a soldier preoccupied with duty, there’s no room for emotions

Or at least no room for emotions until he learns how to control them and put them aside when it’s mandatory which would take a while

That’s why he’d be slowly letting you in, step by step you’d notice he’d talk with you more and wish to spend more time with you

He wouldn’t tell you any of that though. He’d express that physically in a way - sit closer to you, stand closer to you (giving off protective vibes), stare at you

The staring part might seem a little unnerving but it’s just his way of admiring you from afar considering he can’t admire you up close (yet)

The situationship would go on and on as he’d slowly make room for you

When he finally makes sure the special little warm place for you in his cold heart is completely ready, he’d let you in

The moment you’d officially click would be spontaneous, you probably wouldn’t expect it. You’d be alone, probably just enjoying the peace with a TV on when he’d casually wrap his arm around your shoulder

He’d make a small talk, probably end up flattering you with a cheeky comment or make you giggle with a dad joke

For the first time he’d let you touch him. He’d let you sneak your hand underneath his mask and slightly lift it, merely to reveal his mouth

He wouldn’t hesitate another moment because he’d be tired of hesitation. You’d be surprised how gentle he is, how soft his kisses are and how careful he is with his hands

He isn’t into PDA so the crew would have to figure it out on its own

As your significant other he’d be ready to lay his life down for you. He’s extremely overprotective and would get jealous

At times it wouldn’t seem as healthy but if you’re good at communicating there shouldn’t be a problem with dealing with any setbacks

He loves pampering you, treating you like a princess, giving you everything he’s never had

He's a man of few words so his love language is mostly physical touch. It’s hard for him to choose which part of your body is his favorite because he loves holding all of you like a plushy toy

But if he really had to choose it would probably be your face and torso, his favorite parts to kiss, as well as your collarbone (has a thing for necklaces)

His sex drive isn’t high and it would take a lot of time to get fully intimate with him

First he’d spontaneously test your boundaries, make sure what you’re comfortable with and what not

Your first intimate session he’d take nice and easy. He’d realize how good you make him feel in every aspect. It would turn out to be very passionate, slow and intense

Every next time would be better than the previous one. You’d explore each other and experiment together and actually start doing it more and more frequently

You’d hear him praise you and dirty talk here and there. For example “You can take it luv”, “Do it for me sweethear’”, “There’s a good gal”

And when he’d make you squirt or when he’d want you to cum again: “Do it again for me”, “You can do it”, “Just one more time luv, do it for me princess”

He’s okay with oral but definitely prefers the real deal. He also prefers doing it inside, in complete privacy where he can cherish you properly

His favorite positions are the classic missionary, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl and even then he’d tell you to look at him over your shoulder because he prefers looking at your beautiful face

He loves holding your hand while thrusting deep inside of you, going slow with a perfect amount of roughness, stretching your walls. There’s something about this edging pace that makes his ears rumble in pleasure

Isn’t that vocal, mostly just grunts and groans and heavily breathes

Is a dom but not an aggressive one. Never.

He’d use classic nicknames such as “love”, “darling” but also “sweetheart”, “sweets”, “doll”, “princess”

You’re probably the only one he enjoys hearing Simon from. He loves when you call him by his real name

If English isn’t your first language and if you have an accent, he would love it. He’d tell you how adorable it is if you’re insecure about it

Fantasizes about moving with you to Manchester and owning a dog. He isn’t a family man, he doesn’t want kids

Loves when you admire his tattoos and touch his face. He’d always guide your hands to his face. He loves when you kiss his scars (and loves kissing yours if you have any, as well as beauty marks)

Loves to hold your hands and admire your nails if you like them painted and/or long (loves when you give him gentle scratches with them, especially his arms and back), perhaps has a tiny size kink

Loves your scent and your perfumes it you wear any, hence he loves when you wear his clothes

Takes his mask off when sleeping but only when it’s pitch black. Here’s a fluff oneshot I wrote about it

Fun fact: blud is not a morning person when he’s not on duty. It’s hell to get him out of bed

He sleeps none to lightly and wakes up when you make the smallest shuffle, checking on you and always making sure you’re nicely tucked in

He can neglect himself really badly and I’m talking hygiene and clothes. Not taking care of himself is a bad habit of his. For example he wouldn’t shave his beard for a long time, shower, wash his clothes etc

You reminding him to do such things can be annoying but if you do it in a peaceful suggestive manner there won’t be any escalations. He’d admit and probably call himself a dirty pig before finally putting his dirty socks and underwear in the washing machine and finally showering

He drinks. Bourbon is his favorite and he can consume too much at times. He’d reassure you he can control himself but sometimes he can get a little tipsy. He isn’t an alcoholic but the amount he drinks at times can worry you

He smokes too, often stinks of nicotine

Loves when you brush your teeth together

Also loves to watch you do your morning and night routines

Has a thing when you cook for him. Loves everything you make in the kitchen but he’s always the one making tea, no exceptions

Also has a thing to tickle you with his spiky beard when he doesn’t shave

He's a cheeky bastard, his sarcasm always on point. Loves making dad jokes and has a dark humor

Knows a lot of tricks e.g. with cards and that penny behind your ear trick. When you’d ask him to show you how he does it, he’d claim it’s “real magic”

Loves playing poker with his crew. Him trying to explain the rules to you is hilarious though because you probably wouldn’t understand anything. He’s rough on teaching

He’d love keeping you on his lap while playing poker with the crew along with a glass of strong bourbon, claiming you’re “his little helper/assistant”

Another fun fact: blud does not own enough clothes. You would have to go shopping with him which he hates

He would never open up about what he’s been through. He doesn’t want to traumatize you or ruin the picture you have of him. Or at least that’s just his fear. Only fear, to disappoint you and lose you

Though he would tell you about some missions and battles if you’re really interested. He’d tell you about his scars, where, when and how he got them. Some he’d skip because they connect to a part of his life he doesn’t want to talk about

What a journey to win Simon’s trust ey? Well he still can’t be surprised if one day something pulls you apart. Nevertheless he truly hopes it doesn’t

He wouldn’t want this to end, ever. He found his happy place and that’s you

Dividers belong to @firefly-graphics 🖤

[ssahotchnerr]

sneak peek of enough - should be posted tomorrow night <3

"just," you released a breath, your voice small. "i envy you."

aaron was quiet for a moment, and when he did speak the confusion was distinct in his voice. "you envy me?"

"you have," you took a small breath, gripping onto his hand. "so many wonderful amazing people around you... i don't even know where to begin. they've been with you, stuck with you, for far longer than i have. how do i compare to that? god, dave's practically paying for this whole thing. because of you, for you. no matter who you would've married, he would've done exactly the same. i'm not special."

"sweethear-"

"i want to be enough for you." tears pinched at your eyes, your hold on his hand lessening - which frighteningly felt like you were letting go completely. "you deserve," you took another breath, and this one rattled through you. "everything. and i'm afraid i never will be."

[verystrxxwberry]

ELDARYA; "Could you hug me?"

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Basically asking for a hug from the routes! Comfort and fluff mainly. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was a request from the blog I used to have time ago and I found it absolutely adorable! So I decided I will rewrite it. If everything goes well, the ML & MCL version will be posted on sunday or monday! Enjoy the reading <3.

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❖ LEIFTAN ;;  would be a little surprised, you can even see his cheeks red with embarrassment, but it wouldn't take him long to wrap his arms around you, one hand in your hair to provide gentle caresses and the other on your back for support. He is delicate with his touches, plus his scent of berries is soothing enough to make you forget your troubles for a moment. He would rest his head on your shoulder, appreciating your presence without being able to avoid the smile. Depending on how he has seen your face, he would maintain silence, but if he sees that it is opportune he would say "Do you want to talk?".

  ❖ LANCE ;; looks clearly confused, raising an eyebrow at this. He grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to his body, at first a little uncomfortable, but the moment he feels your arms around his torso, he feels some warmth in his chest. Maybe he even feels a burn in his cheeks. Anyway, he doesn't complain, he just keeps silent and caresses your back from time to time in a comforting way. Once you separate he would still be a little confused, but grateful because even he needed that hug. 

❖ VALKYON ;; "Oh, sure" No doubt your act will have made his day better, welcoming you into his arms in a bear hug that would take you a while to separate from. Valkyon is fascinated by hugs even though he's embarrassed to ask or initiate them, but when given the opportunity, he doesn't hesitate for a second. He loves the feeling of being able to feel how he protects you, how he shows you his love. The feeling of his hugs is unique and irreplaceable, it is warm, like an angel is welcoming you in the best way to heaven. If the hug lasts long, he would plant a small kiss on your forehead before separating, and ask if everything is ok. He is such a sweethear <3.

❖ EZAREL ;; will find it tempting whether to tease you or reciprocate your request, so he would first refuse to see your reaction, but immediately laugh and hug you tightly. Just because it's you. Usually Ezarel's hugs are very uncomfortable, but considering it's you, he wouldn't mind at all. He would squeeze you to the point of leaving you breathless, to which you would try to pull away and he would mockingly say "didn't you want a hug? Then have it until I get tired". But he only does it to tease you, stroking your back and resting his chin on your head protectively. Even if he doesn't know how to show it, he loves you. Very much. 

❖  MATHIEU ;; If he were a puppy you could see how he wouldn't stop wagging his tail in excitement. He would turn to you with open arms and a big smile, inviting you into one of his big hugs. He loves hugs, and whenever he gets into one, he always seeks the comfort and warmth of the other person, enjoying those seconds with the other person. His arms don't exert much force but you can't get free easily either. No doubt, after a tiring day, a hug from Mathieu is the best thing you can ask for. From time to time his teasing streak would come into action and he would start tickling you or carry you a little bit in his arms and spin you around.

❖ NEVRA ;; you've never seen such a smug smile from him. He'd cross his arms and look at you with amusement, wanting you to beg for his embrace. Either way, whether you do or not, he would. He can't resist you. Nevra's hugs are a strange feeling, not quite warm but very comfortable. Maybe he tickles or squeezes you, but only to tease you. If he sees that it's been a hard day for you, he'll rock from side to side to cheer you up a bit while giving you words of support, asking how you're doing and if he can do anything to help. Whenever you are sad, he definitely wants to distract you from the negative thoughts. He would start humming a song or ranting about his random thoughts to keep you busy, and even offer stuff to do to cheer you up. Usually just before you break away from the hug, he will spank you (with your consent and if the timing is right, ofc).

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[insuke69]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a hobie x trans!reader mtf kinda like the ftm one you did, and if so please tag me in it

His Girl.

★Hobie Brown x Mtf!reader <3

☆You're feeling insecure of something you know you can't get rid of any time soon. At least Hobie would never mind.

★ ; Angst, misgendering mentioned, descriptions of crying, pre-bottom surgery, fluff.

☆ Transphobia = Blocked 849 words.

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You look at the woman in the mirror you’ve worked so hard to maintain, making you feel like you inside. After years of taking hormone therapy to kill off the misplaced testosterone and replace them with as much estrogen you could.

Little bitties grew, thinner hairs to shave, and finally being the girl you’ve known you were ever since you saw your friends wear dresses, Hardly anyone could tell; You’re always told ‘You don’t look trans?’ as if trans girls looked any different from the ones assigned as such at birth.

All was good except for one thing.

One thing that could have been good if you were cis.

Of course it's convenient whenever you and your boyfriend, Hobie, are having intimacy, but beyond that: It’s difficult to try and tuck every hour of the day spent in public and you can only dream of wearing thin dresses without that incorrectly positioned dick.

Except you had found a summer dress at a thrift shop while on a date with Hobie and bought it because of it’s cutthroat price and at how it would seem to hug your body perfectly once its being worn, the color would be breathtaking against your skin and ‘on the floor of my bedroom’ as Hobie put it.

That impulsive buy ended up having its repercussions, you were in the bathroom and you almost felt like you were gonna cry.

It wasn’t that the dress didn’t fit, You tried it on when you were buying it, But you were tucked then. Usually when you re-enter the comfort of your own home you get comfortable on the couch or in bed and quit worrying about being tucked or not.

But promptly forgetting about it, your default of having your sex free in the confines of your underwear. That bulge peeking through the soft fabric which made you frown, whining with your hands over your face with frustration.

It’s so hard to try and be as womanly as possible, if it’s not hormones it’s the clothing. If it isn’t clothing, It’s the people and homophobes. If it isn't any that bullshit; It’s the one thing you’re fully stuck with until you can afford the surgery.

Your body.

Hobie had heard the whines from the other side of the door and soon began knocking on it. “Sweethear’?” He asked as the door opened slowly, being greeted by you quickly wiping your eyes free of the fallen tears.

“Hey hey hey..” He said with his voice being gentle and soft as if speaking to a baby, his hands moving towards you to pull them away from your face, soon wiping your tears himself. “What’s wrong?”

You frowned more as you looked up at him, you felt your throat grow an unforgiving lump, and not wanting to talk because you knew your voice would crack with your words.

“The dress doesn’t look good on me..” You mumbled after being able to find your voice, looking down at the dress adorning your frame and straightening it out by your hips to express what you mean.

“What are you talking about? You’re beautiful..” he responded softly as he looked down at you and your body with his eyes gazed at you as if you were the only woman in town, in the city, at all. 

“The dress is too thin- and I’ll have to always be tucked and it’s annoying how I’m literally just a girl but born in the wrong body.” You cried, to which hobie wrapped his arms around you with one hand cradling the back of your head.

“Shh.. Shh.. You’re alrigh’, You’re going to be fine. Soon you’ll have the surgery, soon you wouldn’ even recognize the boy that was once there.” He tried to reassure before you cut him off.

“Soon! I don’t care about soon I need Now, I don’t want to have to wait-”

“Exactly, You’re stuck like this. Things may look bad but look on the brighter side. You have me that will support you along the way, You have the access to hormones and you have something to look forward to. I bet this day in two years will breeze on and by then the only thing about you that wouldn’t be accommodated to the girl you are is a letter in a birth certificate.”

You felt yourself get less tense at his words and melt a bit more into his comforting touch and his words soothing your ears to your brain.

Once the atmosphere calmed down, Hobie kissed the top of your head and leaned over a little more in order to whisper in your ear, “Besides, we can have so much fun in said two years.”

You roll your eyes playfully and soon feel his lips close over yours, and your beating heart pumping downwards in a familiar way. And he slowly eases you against the bathroom sink and hands lowering to the ends of your dress just below your hips, and his voice a low raspy siren call.

“Lemme show you how much fun I can ‘ave wit’ my girl..”

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Stopping right before the smut because feminism or something (/j)

I'm not a trans woman so I'm sorry if I got anything bad or wrong! Commissions = open

[bellewintersroe]

Hi i just wanted to say that i absolutely love your BOB headcanons,especially your x nurse headcanon.And i wondered if

you considered making a part two,but i dont want you to feel pressured and hope you start to feel better ❤️

hey! I would love to write a part 2, thank you for requesting!! I’m guessing you mean with different boys? If that’s not what you meant feel free to request again &lt;;3

and thank you, I’m feeling better now, I have some time off work so I can just chill :)

Band of Brothers x Nurse reader headcannons part 2:

Hmmm so just a recap, reader is a nurse attached with Easy company, and she’s super duper pretty (you can make up her appearance however you feel comfortable) anyway, a lot of the men fancy her/ are stunned by her beauty. I could honestly write so much stuff about a nurse reader x BoB, so if anymore has more ideas feel free to request :):):)

Lewis Nixon:

I feel like Lewis would intentionally get hurt on purpose just so he can speak to you. And I don’t mean major, dangerous wounds, just scratches and bruises.

after he’s divorced he’s THIRSTY, and whilst he’s always thought you were a pretty lady, he was married so his focus was not on other women.

anyway, let’s say it’s towards the end of the war, Nixon would (for once) go swimming, slightly tipsy and when he bashes his knee he goes limping over to you all child like.

“Nix, you’re so stupid swimming when you’re drunk!” And you’d probably berate him, grabbing his arm and pulling him over, all whilst he’s got a silly little smug smile on his face whilst you’re cleaning him up.

dick would roll his eyes at Lew’s obvious flirtation attempts lmao.

he’d like to talk to you about how his days been, and in return he can find out more about you, he’s inquisitive and super interested about you.

if you’re feeling a little down he notices this straight away and probably offers you some VAT 69 to share (if he can get his hands on some).

maybe you two drunk kiss??? Idk either way this man is thirsty for you, but he’s too polite to outwardly let it show too much.

Dick Winters:

I think out of everybody Dick is gonna be the most professional and respectful EVER.

There’s absolutely 0 flirting, 0 disrespect, you’d never catch him checking you out. He’s in the army, he would not dare step over a line, especially when it comes to a woman.

he loves you, you’re an amazing nurse, he admires your work and your personality, he truly values you as a friend. He knows you’re stunning, and he can see how all the other men are blatantly gob smacked by you.

the two of you probably laugh at their silly antics.

Maybe just maybe, Dick would blush around you, but that’s probably the only hint of anything as far as flirting??? I feel like anyway.

seriously too sweet and respectful.

Babe Heffron:

I can’t believe I didn’t write about him in part one ONG this boy this boy this boy.

would be red face central, he’d be blushing and stammering, probably al giggly. He has the BIGGEST crush on you out of all the men in Easy.

You’d probably know it as well.

I think it could either go one of two ways, the first is that he’s too shy and a little intimidated by you, so if he ever gets hurt or has to have physical exams he’d avoid you at all costs LMAO.

“Hey, Bill, switch lines with me would ya’?” “Wha’? Why?” “just do it!” “Ya scared of her or??” nah!” “she’s a real sweethear’, ya know!! Our platoon nurse-“ “it ain’t that, Bill!” He’s physically pushing Bill to the other line, purely because he’s too nervous to have his physical done by you. Bill would LAUGH at him for this.

Stammers around you but you just think he’s the cutest person ever which makes him blush even more, oops.

another way I could picture Babe being is still obviously a little nervous and fidgety, but he does things purposefully so he could be around you. Like cute things, he wants to sit next to you at the table and walks you home if you’ve been to the pub.

his crush only develops further into the war, I can really see him growing full on feelings, and at some point he gets too frustrated and just completely opens up to you about this.

I can picture this being after everything you’ve all been through in Bastogne, you took just good care of him- he’s upset because he just knows you don’t feel the same way back.

hmmmmm but you do, and he’s completely wrong- and let’s just say Babe would be the best boyfriend ever, protective, playful, cute, respectful. I could talk about him and a nurse reader for hours omg.

he’d be so in love and he’d look after you, in Bastogne you’d do small things like rub his back or bring him small treats that you think he’d like. He never forgets this and he’s the first to find you and bring you small gifts/ compliment you.

dreads the thought of anything happening to you in the war, he would worry.

Joe Toye:

Joe is so smooth, I can see him getting with you the very first night you meet, do I need to disclose more?

yes I do.

he’s so confident, yet so sweet, his raspy voice is such a good way to a girls heart, and all the boys would be sooo jealous that he leaves the pub with you.

whatever you wanna do or not do is fine with Joe, he’s super attracted to you and for the sake of these headcannons let me just say he’d leave you sooo satisfied after the first night of being together 😏😈.

Lingering eye contact, omfg it’s so hot, the two of you would be such an aesthetically pleasing couple.

loves you in your uniform omfggggggg. Probably would go try help you out in the medical tent just to flirt with you- ends up with a heatedddd make out session.

I think you’d have such a flirty bond with one another- not sure how it would play out later in the war- but especially in Toccoa and England I can see Toye and a nurse really enjoying themselves- if you know what I mean.

Chuck Grant:

He’s so underrated I can’t.

okay hear me out on this one, Chuck has such a smirk lift onto his face the second he sees you. He thinks you’re beautiful and he feels his heart kinda skip a beat.

whilst respectful, I think Chuck has a boyish nature about him, especially before you all get shipped off to war. When he finds out you’re placed in second platoon with him he’s super duper happy.

the two of you get close through training, and I think there could be a fairly teasing/ flirtatious nature within your friendship.

Chuck would have no problem complimenting you openly.

one day you’d be patching a fake wound up on his chest and he’s shirtless and there’s so much tension and omfg he just grabs you and you both kiss.

so so so much sexual tension between the two of you I can’t.

Even tho nothing is established between the two of you, you’d find his hand snaking under your nurses uniform, onto your lap, under the table when you’re all sat in the pub.

I think for maybe no specific reason apart from timing and privacy, the two of you don’t have sex for a while- so there’s even more tension.

idk it’s fun, he calls you his ‘girly’ as a way to wind you up and mocks being hurt so you can fake help him.

Would either tone this down or up depending on how shy/ flustered you are.

nothing too much comes of the two of you, maybe that is until later on in the war- you grow close together as friends, there’s always that chemistry lingering between you two, except now you’re both older and aged massively from the traumas of war.

You two bond, and when he gets shot I think you’d stick by him, not only to take care of him and treat him, but I think it would be easy to fall in love with one another due to the closeness you two share.

[mizz-sea-nymph]

I can understand why people are shocked about the last chapter, but that a Poseidon simp like you, someone who supports a shitty, arrogant and boring character like him, blames the Loki apologists is the peak of comedy. Just be less hypocrite next time.

Awwwwwe you took the time to try and do shit to meeeee sending me so many messages!! I’ll be more of a hypocrite to piss you off sweethear I’m so flattered ☺️💕

Hun your wrong and here’s why

No.1 I’m not a Poseidon simp im a Pussidon PIMP get it right next time

No.2 you coming at me as an anon? Bro again? Don’t you have a job?? A life?? A dog??? Wow ? Pussy what a cowarddd! Ajaisjsjsnshs! 💀

No.3 Loki apologists supporting a stalker and allot of em are victim blaming Brunhilde when in reality yall should just be mad at the authors not Brunhilde, you do you bae just don’t victim blame my girl brunhilde that’s not it, it’s kinda morally misleading and it makes others question you like crazy so yeah? it’s not her fault shes beautiful smh don’t do her like that? also Pussidon is just boring, plain and a straight up hoe yeah I get that I know that, but he don’t got a doll? He’s dead, thank god! he’s dead! I’m glad he’s dead Sooo mhm yeah go with that sweetie support the stalker and come up to me complaining about someone who’s just as boring as bread alr do that. Also who told you I support him? Bro I thought you where obsessed with me 💔 you took your time sending me 5 hater messages where you try and get a reaction out of me? 💕 I thought you knew me better since you’re so obsessed? You should know who you’re obsessing about better then this I thought you where a fan✨😔

Pathetic.

[salbertwolf]

Talent Swap Au - Part 3!

I'm so normal about them what do you mean

Decided to just post the remaining ones here in just one batch because I need to throw the ideas somewhere and I do not have the patience I would like to imagine I have, especially not with stuff I want to talk about.

Be warned! Some spoilers for DR1, read at your own discretion.

First Group - The Deserved Better Gang

Yasuhiro Hagakure - Ultimate Idol

Going through his Hozier era, good for him <- Friend about him.

This man can fit so many conspiracies in his head.

Him and Mondo know each other in a daily basis because of some reasons I'll say later, you can imagine how his dead impacted the other.

Why pick Sakura? He's dumb but not that dumb.

"Those are some weird blood splatters" "It looks like a tree" "Huh" Truth Bullet Added! "Poorly Drawn Tree".

Sakura Ogami - Ultimate Baseball Idol

She's wearing a 50's style baseball uniform, this is not her usual uniform but she likes how it looks so sue her.

The deal with the mm still happens and goes as you'd expect.

She didn't kill Hiro because she wanted, Hina was the original target for the letter so she went to confront him about it.

Aoi Asahina - Ultimate Programmer

I had to look up so many Y2K fashion girl I'm so sorry that this means you died 3rd.

Alter Ego takes mostly the form of her brother and she created both to help and cope with everything.

Her death happens because her and Makoto have heard of each other through her brother, he didn't mean to kill her he swears! Still happens, I hug her.

Second Group - Trouble Trio

Kyoko Kirigiri - Ultimate Gambler

She went to live with her dad when she was little but the deduction talent runs through her blood, she is type of player that counts card and doesn't get caught.

Eventually reconnected with her grandfather and flips her dad off a lot.

Case 3 was not for the money, it was a revenge thingy.

Makoto Naegi - Ultimate Biker Gang Leader

Still a sweethear! Just a good boy that could kick you in your knees and send you to the hospital

Started the gang more of a personal thing but then it got out of control and he doesn't know what will happen if he decides to leave (Especially since the Crazy Diamonds guys left so some of the members moved to his gang).

Sister is his second in command

Expected to get caught in Trial 2, then the whole meddling with the crime scene happened and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

Byakuya Togami - Ultimate Fanfic Creator

That type of nerd that corrects you even if you get a tiny detail wrong because "How dare you get this wrong even if you are just starting to learn about this piece of media? You are unworthy of calling yourself a true fan!".

Loser, L.

Doesn't know how he became friends with Makoto but case 3 certainly did happen got killed LMAO.

Third Group - The Allies(?)

Hifumi Yamada - Ultimate Moral Compass

I struggled so hard giving him a talent I tried my best.

The type of hall monitor that strucks a conversation with you while walking and you not realizing he took you to detention or the office.

Nothing like canon Hifumi, just, nothing, the best way to write Hifumi is not writing Hifumi.

Mukuro Ikusaba - Ultimate Martial Artist

The main 6's emotional support through everything, elder sister tired energy.

Her and Junko didn't get separated at teens but they are friends, she really cared about her sister and loves her very much.

MM deal hurts her soul... case 4, yeah.

Celestia Ludenberg? - Ultimate Fashionista? Toko Fukawa - Ultimate Soldier

Omg is that Celestia Ludenberg the Ultimate Fashionista she looks so cool???

She looks different than in the pictures... Huh

Most be kept away from Taka at least 3 rooms appart if they are not in the group.

"WHY WEAR GLASSES IF CONTACTS?" "BECAUSE THEY DO SHIT SHE'S STILL BLIND AS A BAT"

That's all, thank you for hearing me ramble once again

Case 1 aftermath being like:

Part 1 <-

Part 2 <-

Part 4 <-

[softguarnere]

The Freudian Slip (Part 2/2)

Part (2/2) - you can call me names if you call me up

Joe Liebgott x reader

A/N: You guys ever mishear a song lyric and center a fic idea around it, only to realize later that you've been singing it wrong for months? Yeah, that's me with "3 Nights" by Dominic Fike. I could have sworn the lyrics were "you can call me names if you call me yours", so at this point, we're just gonna have to commit to it, because this fic took me way too long to finish to change it now lol. (This is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!) Also thank you to all the lovely tumblr friends who helped with ideas for this fic or offered encouragement 😌 I'm honestly so honored that people reached out to tell me they were excited for part 2💕🕊️

Warnings: depictions of war, language

Things have been different since that day in the foxhole. But you can't find the words the express why it feels that way. Or at least, you can't until Liebgott swipes some Hershey Bars from Luz and tosses one to you.

"He's acting so weird," you confide in Luz, who shoots you a mildly annoyed look when you rip open the wrapper and take a bite. The radioman sighs as he readies himself for the patrol. You roll your eyes, gently knocking your foot against his leg. "I'm sorry I got one of the chocolate bars. You can have half if you want."

Luz laughs, but it's not his usual upbeat chuckle. "No, (Y/N). It's just that he was right."

"Who?"

"Liebgott."

"Well I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day. What was he right about?"

"You." George gives you his full attention. He looks exasperated. "You really haven't picked up on any of his hints." When you raise your eyebrows in question, he sighs again. "(Y/N), are you telling me that you really haven't realized that Liebgott has feelings for you?"

The next bite of chocolate almost lodges itself in your throat as you take a surprised inhale. Carefully, you finish chewing it, wrapping up the rest of the Hershey Bar for later before you ask, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Luz curses softly under his breath. "I can't believe it."

"George, I don't even know what you're talking about. Liebgott hates me." I don't hate you, he had said back in the foxhole that day. "Okay, he doesn't like me very much. That's why he's so mean to me."

Except for recently, when he's suddenly been so different around you. While you've still been tossing teasing remarks his way and trying to ignore the affection you've developed for him through the course of the war, Joe has suddenly stopped his teasing, instead settling for always making sure that you have a K Ration before anyone else, or that you're okay after any sort of run-in with the Germans.

But what does that mean?

Almost as if he can hear your thoughts, Luz provides an answer. "You guys were always sort of hard on each other. But then when he realized that he had feelings for you --"

"How would you know?"

"Because he told me," Luz deadpans. "After Bastogne and Foy and everything, we got to talking one day, and he said that after what you said he realized that he liked you. I told him I didn't know how you felt, but that maybe if he changed how he acted around you, you would catch on."

More questions swirl through your mind at a million miles an hour. You manage to catch onto a few of the more coherent ones. "You mean you knew? And you didn't tell me?"

"He came to me because I'm your friend. I thought that you would catch on and you guys would work it out. I didn't know it would get dragged out like this!"

"And what do you mean, 'after what I said'?" Nothing particularly interesting had happened in the foxhole. Liebgott had established that he didn't completely despise you, you had acted perfectly normal considering that you were stuck with your crush for a whole day, and then he had let you rest. There was hardly any conversation, all things considered.

George's eyebrows scrunch together as he thinks. "Something you called him. Sweetheart, or something. But in German."

"Liebling," you translate automatically.

It feels as if ice water has just been dropped over your head, chilling your spine and then settling in the pit of your stomach. Oh no. Liebling. Liebgott. What did you do?

Before you can even start to think that maybe calling the man you've secretly been in love with Darling isn't as bad as you might think, Luz's mouth falls into a capital O. The icy water in your stomach churns. "I've messed up."

Instead of grinding to a halt, the world around you continues on. Luz even begins readying his gear again. But you need time to think.

"What do I do?"

"Well that depends," your friend says. "How do you feel about Liebgott?" He shoots you a quizzical sideways glance. When you bite your lip, you suddenly have his full attention again. "Oh shit. So you do like him back." There's no question in his voice -- it's a statement of fact.

The very fact you had hoped to keep hidden. The fact that you somehow revealed to the person you were trying to hide it from.

"You're not going on the patrol, and neither is he," Luz points out gently. "Maybe . . ."

. . . you can talk to him while everyone else is away, he doesn't finish, but for the first time in forever, you manage to take a hint.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth while you think. "Yeah. Maybe."

--

By some stroke of luck – good or bad, you have yet to figure out – you get paired up with Liebgott to man one of the machine guns on the American side of the river. Not the most appropriate time to have a conversation about your feelings towards each other. But then again, there’s a war going on. If not now, when? Something else will always come up. There could always be some other excuse not to talk to him, and then you would just put it off forever. No time like the present.

If only you could find the right words . . . like you had back in the foxhole, when it had been an accident.

“Something wrong?” Liebgott asks as you set up the machine gun. Down below the building, everyone who will be crossing the river is starting to group up, getting final orders before they head out.

“Just thinking. I’m glad it’s not us.” It’s only half a lie. You are glad that you’re not going to be in a tiny boat on a cold river. But it’s not necessarily the thought at the forefront of your mind.

Liebgott nods. “Yeah, well, they didn’t need three translators. High time that Webster pulled his weight around here, after four months in that hospital.”

There’s something about the way he says it that makes you suspect he had something to do with the last-minute notice that you wouldn’t be crossing the river. “Did you do something?”

“Technically, Webster came to the decision on his own. After I pointed out that his German is just as good as ours.”

Just as good as ours. Huh. In the past, he was never willing to put the two of you on par with each other. In your chest, your heart fumbles and it feels like tripping over your own feet when you run.

“Thank you.”

“For what? I didn’t do anything.”

“No, but . . .” Damnit, where are the words when you need them? You huff a sigh. “I’ve been thinking. About when you got hit in the neck in Holland.”

His eyebrows disappear beneath the brim of his helmet as he raises them. “And why is that?”

Your throat goes dry. A second before, you had convinced yourself that there was no time like the present. And now that it’s here . . . You’ve been less nervous in high-stress combat situations.

“That was when I realized how I felt about you,” you admit, the words tumbling out in a rush before you can hold them back. “That was when I realized that I like you.”

Cool, confident Liebgott is good at keeping his face neutral when he wants to. It’s one of the things that you’ve picked up on from watching him, one of those little things about him that you’ve come to adore just because it’s part of what makes him him. For a split second, he freezes. Being so close to him, you can’t miss it. His face starts to go neutral, but the side of his mouth twitches upwards a bit.

“(Y/N), if you’re fuckin’ with me . . .”

“I’m not.”

He laughs louder than someone trying to set up in a stealthy position probably should. It’s not his usual laugh; its half relieved, half confused. “You called me Liebling, but kept pestering me like it was any other day.”

“You used to poke fun at me all the time!”

“Yeah, used to. Then I realized why I was doing it. I thought you would have figured it all out.” He smirks. “I kind of miss giving you a hard time, though. Calling you names and challenging you.”

“Well, you could call me names if you call me yours.” You both blink, taking in what you’ve said. His careful expression cracks to reveal a smile.

“You called me Liebling,” Liebgott remembers. For the first time – or actually, the first time that you’ve noticed – he looks at you with a soft expression as he fondly takes you in instead of sizing you up for competition. “So how does that fit into this?”

“To be fair, I don’t remember saying it,” you admit. You rush on before he can look disappointed, “A Freudian slip; I was worn out and kind of excited about being a foxhole with you.”

He gives you one of his goofier smiles. “Well if I had known that at the time . . .”

You roll your eyes. “Oh yeah. What an experience that would have been.”

“Still . . .” He steps around the machine gun, closing the distance between you. “Do you want me to call you mine? Even if I tease you sometimes?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” Liebgott’s smile is bright enough to light up the night and give away your position. “But what if I call you Darling instead?”

Keeping your eyes on him, you reach out and find his hand, intertwining your fingers together; it makes it feel official, somehow. “Then I would like that very much.” You squeeze his hand. It’s surprisingly soft, like his heart, which he has chosen to expose part of to you. “And what should I call you?”

“Anything you want. As long as you call me yours.”

[glamoureddreamer]

Helping you through it

Spooky month (Jack x Suicidal Reader)

Warnings: dark themes, suicidal thoughts, almost suicide attempt (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you or a loved one has been suicidal thoughts or actions in anyway please get help from one of the multiple help hotlines. You matter and you deserve help. Thank you everyone, have a great day and know whatever your going through gets better <3

She knew that she wasn’t okay. She knew she needed help. And she knew that her mind was lying to her. Everything is really okay. She just didn’t feel that way, which is okay. She understood that.

So why was it so hard to get help, to tell others she didn’t trust herself right now? Her mind was screaming at her to go into the kitchen and grab a knife. How it would make all of this stop, and boy oh boy was it convincing.

She didn’t want to die though, she just wanted the pain to stop. She wanted- no needed things to change. She wanted to be happy. She stood in the kitchen staring at the knife block.

She didn’t even realize when she had set her hand on one of the handles. Each breath quicken in the slightest until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was shaking and crying.

Quickly while she was still in the mindset to save herself, she let go of the knife. She quickly ran out her door slamming it behind her.

She runs down the street going to the only person who she thought actually cared. The cool rain was helping clear her mind a little and she began to overthink running to this person.

He would no doubt have to deal with a lot. Her now soaking clothes, her crying, and making sure she didn’t end her life. She tries her best to shake the thoughts forcing her feet to move.

She finally got to his house. Her mind thinks of the worst-case scenario while she hesitantly knocked on the door. It took a while, the lights were on so he was home.

She shook and tried to halt her crying, she needed him to be here. She raised her hand to knock again when it opened.

Her boyfriend Jack opened the door with a smile, though it drops once he sees the state of his girlfriend.

“(Y/n)? Jeez come in you’ll catch something.” He says leading her inside. Once she was inside he brushes some wet hair out of her face.

“Your makeup was smeared by the rain.” He chuckles. She was quick to shove her face in his chest. He smiles trying to lead her onto the couch.

“Are you cold? Here let me-“ He cuts himself off when he began to feel her shake. Though it wasn’t shaking like she was cold, these shakes started from her chest.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?” She let out a muffled sob as she shook her head clinging to her boyfriend. Jack tightens his grip around her, he uses his semi-freed hand to rub small circles on her back.

“I-I was so-“ She tried to sob out, and Jack shushed her in a comforting manner.

“Sweetheart whatever is happening it’s okay, I’m going to help you through it.” He rocks her trying to get her to calm down, so he could fully help.

“I know that you're overthinking but I need you to try your best to focus on me and where you are right now.” She doesn’t answer him at least not verbally.

She tried to start her grounding technique. She slightly moved her head, her panicked and pain-filled eyes darting around the room trying to find five things. She could see the wet spots on the floor from her, his couch, his tv playing a show she couldn’t quite focus on, his shoes, and the front door. Now for feeling. She could feel his gentle rubs, her wet clothes, the warm air of Jack’s house, and her tight chest. She could hear the tv, Jack’s gentle voice, and her sobs slowly dying down. She smelled cat fur from Jack’s fur baby, and Jack’s dinner maybe? It smelled good whatever it was. And she could taste her salty tears as they rolled down her cheeks and down to her lips.

She pulls away after a moment and tries to wipe her face. She was still hiccuping and sniffling but it was a start. Jack pecked her cheek and took her hand carefully.

“Here sweetheart follow me.” Jack leads her into his bedroom. He lets go of her hand so he can quickly go into the bathroom. He comes back out a moment later with a towel. He wraps it around his girlfriend, he smiles a little at her.

“You're very cute, even when sad. I’m jealous you know?” Jack chuckles trying to lighten the mood a little. Though it didn’t work, (Y/n) couldn’t believe she looked anything near cute right now. Jack smiles sadly and pecks her lips.

He pulls away again and goes over to his dresser, he opens a drawer looking through it.

“Do you want my cat shirt or my regular black one?”

“Cat one please.” He nods and smiles grabbing it for her. He grabs a pair of sweatpants and boxers to go along with it.

“I don’t want you getting sick.” He says handing her the dry clothes. She takes them and looks towards the bathroom. She didn’t want to be alone.

“Can you please just turn around? I don’t want to be alone..” She says whispering the last part. Jack guess immediately what was wrong. He knew of her problems and she was shocked he still loved her.

He nodded. “Of course sweetheart.”

He promptly turns around and waits for her to tell him she was done. He takes her wet clothes and stuffs them in his dryer, (Y/n) following after him.

Once he was done he carefully and very easily picked (Y/n) up and carries her to the couch. He sits down next to his sleeping cat.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She moved her body so that she was sitting on Jack. She then nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck.

“Not yet, I just needed you.” Jack nods and rubs her back.

“That’s okay sweetheart, just let me know when you want to yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jack looked over to find his once-sleeping cat sitting and staring at Jack and (Y/n).

It meowed. (Y/n) turns her face and reaches her hand out to pet the cat. He purrs and nuzzles against her hand. Jack chuckles.

“He loves you so much.” (Y/n) smiles. Jack pecks the top of her head. He grabs the remote and puts on something she would like.

Sure things did suck sometimes but times like these made her feel a lot better.

[konigsblog]

Characters kill other people in canon? It's A-Okay!

But characters engaging in non-canon stepcest? Grab the pitchforks! Anons are fucking ridiculous.

Please keep up the drabbles! stepcest and all! Always a treat to read! Your stuff is great!

Can I request Divorced Phillip Graves? He's eager to get his cock wet and would love Reader to do it. Her mouth or pussy will do. He can be as mean as you want, lol I'd love to see what you come up with.

this is such an old request, and im so, so sorry for only now getting around to it! i have a lot of requests — a lot — so it's hard for me to get down to older requests! and thank you, for sticking up for me and requesting this fantastic idea. :3

tw: stepcest, divorced-stepdad!graves, intoxication, noncon, age gap (20s-50s)

he feels horrible for this. he's not married to your mother anymore, you're technically not even his stepdaughter! but he still has fantasies about you, he always has. from when he first met you, he'd be jerking off and pumping his thick, hard, musky cock to the thoughts of taking you however he likes. :(

he keeps in touch with you; finding your socials, messaging you and calling you every night. he manipulates you, convincing you that he just wants to hear that pretty voice speak to him — about whatever you wanna talk about. whilst you're talking to him, he's fisting his fat cock, head thrown back and biting his lip to suppress his grunts and moans, only the sounds of his laboured breathing audible on your side of the phone.

he even meets up with you!! telling himself that there's nothing wrong with perving on his stepdaughter, that he's a man who has some needs that have to be fulfilled. you're convinced that it's just for a catch up, nothing more... but soon enough, you're on your back in a cheap motel with your stepfather's wet, hard cock stuffed into your slick, drooling pussy! :(

“god-i’ve been missin’ this pussy, sweethear’... lookin’ so pretty -- all drunk, ain’t’cha, dollface? a drunk mess takin’ your stepfather’s cock so-fuckin’ well...”

[painwillmakemestronger]

Goodnight Sweetheart

Goodnight Sweetheart,

Well, it's time to go.

Goodnight Sweetheart,

Well it's time to go.

I hate to leave you, but I really must say,

Goodnight Sweetheart, Goodnight.

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So, it's been a bit of a week...

During my introspective analysis just before bed, disecting my personality, traits & entire life, I had a lightbulb moment. I finally figured out what trigger my intense episode last Sunday & Monday. I had completely forgotten it until just now as I was trying to sleep. I had just finished having my own personal, intense therapy session with myself in my head - over 1 hour in, when I finally decide to turn over and actually try to sleep. Then, out of nowhere, this song pops into my head. 'Goodnight Sweethear, well it's time to go... , And like a lightning strike of clarity I realize where that song came from. Last Saturday night I was having a movie night: Clue & Three Men & a Baby. Obviously I had decided on old school comedies to soundtrack my little pamper session (both solid movies by the way). During Three Men and a Baby, there's this one scene where little Mary can't sleep. So, there in their pjs, Ted Danson, Tom Selleck & Steve Guttenburg start an acapella rendition of Goodnight Sweetheart (it's Time to Go) by The Platters. Just another cutesy scene of many in this movie to make your hormones go 'Awww...'. Well, I had a different reaction. All of sudden I was thrust back in the early 2000s, in my first childhood bedroom just going off to sleep. I can remember everything. I remember there was a party going on downstairs - I could still hear the adults chatting & laughing. It was dark, but the hallway light was coming through the half closed door. Dark enough to send a small child to sleep, but still light enough to make out every detail of my father's face (my biological father) sat on the edge of my bed, singing. And as clear as if I was sat in that bed myself now, I hear a voice softly singing 'Goodnight Swetheart, well it's time to go...'. My father's voice singing me to sleep with one of the two songs he always used to sing to me. Even writing this now, I can hear his voice so vividly.

The other song he used to sing (Close to You by The Carpenters) always provokes an intense, volatile emotional reaction in me. I've always hated that song since as long as I can remember because he used to sing it to me. But this one? This one caught me off guard. I had forgotten this memory, this song. And here it is, in some classic light-hearted comedy movie, with 3 paternal father-figures singing their little girl to sleep because they loved her so much. Well, there goes my pamper night. Fuck this one hurt. I could feel the reaction bubbling up in me - a fierce mix of anger, grief & tears. But, as per usual, I decided to ignore it and before I knew it the scene was over - I could go back to my feel-good comedy night & ignoring my emotions. I finished the film (7/10 - would recommend, in case you're wondering), finished painting my nails & went to bed - the song completely wiped from my mind.

Fast forward to Sunday morning. I wake up feeling off, feeling numb. I go through the day in a bit of a haze - feeling untethered, restless & lonely. I had arranged to go to the cinema with a couple of friends I hadn't seen in a while that evening. Getting ready for the cinema felt like I was moving through quicksand. The numb feeling was cutting off the world around me & weighing me down. Weirdly, I decided to put some make-up - I never do this for a simple cinema trip. Could never be bothered putting that much effort in to sit in a dark room for a few hours ignoring all the people around me. However, this time I felt like I needed something extra. I've always understood why people get glammed up just for leaving the house - it's their armour. Something that makes them feel a little more confident, stand a little straighter & face the day. I understand it, but that Sunday evening was the first time I got it. As the make-up went on, I felt the armour go up. Armour that could help hide my sadness and numbing pain from everyone else - particularly my friends. I'm like a wounded animal, I prefer to go off to hide in some dark corner to lick my wounds than ever ask for help. I feel weak and like a burden otherwise. Anyway, I always feel better after a cinema trip with friends - it'll be over soon. Especially with this movie.

The Barbie Movie - just a pink, glitter-filled giggle right? Wrong. So very, very wrong. Don't get me wrong, it's a weird, wacky film about a doll - it's mostly a bit of fun. But my god, they didn't hold back in the emotional moments. It's very, very rare a film gets me crying (particularly in public) but I was fighting for my life by the end of this movie. So much so that I went home with crescent shaped cuts all over my palms (a bit of physical pain always help banish the emotional pain). There's this moment about halfway through - she's sitting on a bus stop bench just looking. Looking at the world around her - seeing the human experience for the first time. She realizes just how beautiful life is - how beautiful it is to even exist. How complicated, how painful but how joyful it is. Something I've never been able to see or believe.

At the end of the film, she's walking with her creator, asking for permission to be human. Such an emotional scene and then the music kicks in (Billie Eilish of course) as she becomes human - every thing she wanted. You're meant to feel joy, be happy for her - it's so beautiful to be human. I don't have that. I have this overwhelming feeling of sadness & loss. This grief for something I never had. I've never felt this joy in being alive, never felt the beauty in it. I wanted to be her. In this one moment, I wanted to feel what she felt because it felt so foreign to me. It hurt.

The film finished, the lights came up, reality kicked in again. I shook it off. Chatted to my friends about how weird it was, how emotional, how we wanted to see it again. I said goodbye, drove home and... cried. Cried about how I couldn't feel the joy, just the pain. Again, went to bed feeling empty & lost.

Monday morning came and the numb feeling had escalated into full disconnect. It felt like I was underwater. I went downstairs & zoned out in front of the TV until I had to start work. I swear, I only had one message from my programmer when I signed on (not unusual at all - actually pretty good). But that one normal message, plus the idea of chairing a meeting later that afternoon, just broke me. That's the only way I can describe it. I broke. Something snapped - it was like I had finally broke the surface for air but the air was poison. Reality came flooding back, every sense woke back up &the world connected again. But with it, came every possible emotion - every thing that had been numbed hit me like a truck and I couldn't breathe. It was too much, resulting in a 3 hour long anxiety attack (fun!). I couldn't function for the whole day. I don't allow myself a mental health often. Normally because work is the cause & running away would only make it worse. However, this episode was so bad that I just couldn't reply to that simple message. Honestly, one of the worse episodes I've had for years. So I took the day off. Went for dinner with a friend, slept on it & woke up nearly back to normal the next day. When speaking about it a few days later, I couldn't for the life of me work out what had caused it.

And then bam! 5 days later, lying bed just as I turn off to finally go to sleep, that damn song pops back up again. 'Goodnight Swetheart, well it's time to go...'. Suddenly, it all makes sense. That bloody episode was caused by that song - by Martyn! It always comes back to Martyn! That song, that initial memory flashback & ignoring of feelings was the cause of my episode. I hate admitting it but because I ran from my feelings on Saturday night & again on Sunday my Monday was a complete mess. Why? Why does hearing that one song hurt so damn much?! Why is it so vivid and why is my reaction so intense? I think I figured it out. I think... (for fuck's sake I'm actually going to admit it) I think I miss it. When I focus on that memory of my father sat on the edge of my bed singing me to sleep as a child, I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel grief. I feel like I've lost something & it's not coming back. Everytime I hear those songs, without fail & with no control, I cry - it's a full visceral reaction. And I think it's because I lost that safety. Those are the only memories I have of him where I ever felt the slightest bit safe & loved & wanted. Why are these the only memories I have? Why couldn't my childhood have been more of that? But I think the main reason why it hurts so much to remember is... I loved him. In those moments he was simply my father & I loved him. I loved him so much and all he did was hurt me. He hurt me. I've never actually said that before (out loud or even in my own head) - I loved him. I think there's still a part of me that does.

Because, despite everything that happened, all he put me through, because of those precious memories... I love him. And he hurt me.

[mariariley]

can i please request a thing where reader is unknowingly getting made fun of for her accent and shyness by people she thought were work friends? like she doesn't know and the guys end up hearing it and how they'd tell and comfort her after it clearly hurt her and she acts kinda off while trying to hide it from them please i am asking for me bc i'm having a bad time rn, thank you so much!!

Even English itself has bunch of accents depending on territory. If English isn't your first language, an accent is nothing to be ashamed of :) As long as people can understand you, it's fine. Fun fact: I sound American but some rough European consonants can escape at times, especially when I get angry lmao. So don't be insecure pookie, it's usual and most people find it cute or attractive :)

141 x reader

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"Are ya kiddin' me, lass?" Soap started with his Scottish accent, "That's why you've been feeling down? Because of those assholes that have nothing better to do than make fun of people?"

"Sweethear', if you ever feel insecure about your accent, just remember Johnny." Simon added.

"Oi! I'm actually trying to help here, LT."

"You are. She hears you speak and realizes hers isn't so bad." Simon continued with his cheeky sarcasm.

"Alright, let's- just- look. Y/N." Gaz jumped in, "Countries such as UK and US are very diverse, including the language. We're used to accents."

"Just take a look at us, luv" Price added, "None of us sound the same and we all come from the same island ey." a raspy chuckle scratched his throat.

"Hermosa, Rudy's and my most noticeable feature is our accent! So is every Mexican's. It's unique, it's feisty and we proudly wear it." Alejandro said enthusiastically.

"And you should too." Rudy encouraged you.

"Accents have their own charm." Simon decided to knock it off with the sarcasm, pinching your cheek. He loves accents, he finds them adorable and even sexy sometimes, starting with his own.

"Now let's find those bastards and teach 'em a lesson ey?" Soap said as he stood up.

"Easy, sergeant." Price interrupted him. "You'll get your chance."

Divider owners already tagged in my previous posts, I don’t want to spam them 🖤

[pxperplxnets]

Ahhh I loved your Paul head cannon, could you do one about Ollie bearman ❤️

dating ollie would include

-him being the softest boyfriend ever

-your mom likes him more than she likes you

-he adores your mom as well

-“ollie? i didnt know you were coming?” “oh yeah, im having tea with your mum”

-loves giving you presents

-even if it a small thing, he’ll buy it if you he thinks you’ll like it

-loves when you play with his hair

-loves cuddling

-okay this is really specific, but when ya’ll are cuddling and you stop touching his hair he will like nudge you so do it again

-calls you love because he knows you love his accent

-always tries to get you to do random stuff with him

-“pretty please with a cherry on top?” “i am not filming you getting out of the pool for tik tok, ollie”

-he loves kissing your waist

-dont ask i just think he does

-holds your face when he kisses you

-6/10 pda

-will hold your hand and gives you pecks in public

-he loves to see your reaction when he walks around shirtless

-“ollie, put a shirt on” “why? do you not like what you see?” *eyebrow wiggle*

-youre really close to jak

-you have a teddie bear named ollie

-he hates when you make jokes about his last name

-he loves being called nicknames

-“did you just call me sweethear? do it again”

-literally calls your mom randomly

-“ollie? who are you talking t- mom?”

-your dad also likes him

-your friends make jokes about him leaving you for your mom

-he would never tho

-you love his family also

-takes you on vacation

-hes just everything

-overall 10/10 experience would recommend

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authors note

here you go! <3

[amora-com]

10 things i love about you - Eddie Munson

✧﹒Eddie Munson x reader

✧﹒creds to @amora-com​ if reblogging

The amount of boredom you had was amusing, you never seemed to find anything to do.

This lead to you writing the 10 things you loved about your boyfriend on a piece of paper.

1. His soft hair

After a long day at school, The first thing that he needed was you. 

“Hey sweethear- oh.” He interrupted you by wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck.

Your skin tickled as you feel his warm breath on your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine.

He brought you to his van, he needed some rest and you saw that.

“Eds, sweetie, come here.” You pat the space on your lap.

“Hm?” He brings himself closer to you.

As you laid his head on your lap, you place your hand on his chest.

He started kissing your knuckles one by one, holding your hand gently.

Your other hand occupied in running through his hair, circling the brown curls and pressing small kisses all over his face.

2. His smile

“Take me out for ice cream.”

“Sure baby.” He grabs your hand as he fondled around his bed until he finally found the keys to his van.

And thats what brought you to eating shitty ice cream which you didn’t even taste the strawberry in it.

“This is one shit of a cup of ice cream.” he mumbles.

“You got that right.” you widen your eyes as you take another bite. 

He smiled at your comment, that smile.

That smile that you would see every time he looked into your eyes.

3. Physical affection, from him and only him

You loved little moments that you were in his arms, where you felt safe.

Whether if it was you between his legs during a D&D match,

or the two of you just laying on a roof, hands intertwined as he rubbed comforting circles against your hand with his thumb

Small, little moments like this made you wonder how you ended up with such a caring and lovable sweetheart like him.

4. His sense of humor

He somehow always found the funny side of life through its ups and downs. The way he found humor in everything drove you crazy. 

Negative things happen in your life, but the Munson boy always found a way to make you laugh.

Because he would do anything, and i mean anything to see his sweetheart smile.

5. His acceptance

He accepts you just the way you are, He doesn’t want to change a thing about you, as you were already perfect to his eyes.

To his eyes you were everything he’d ever dreamt of, everything he ever needed in his life to complete it.

6. His listening skills

No matter strong you were, you always had weak points in your life. And all you ever needed to do was to let it all out.

Thankfully, Eddie was there to listen to all your problems, comforting you all the way. 

In spite of how busy he was, he would always make time for you. Whenever you needed a listening ear, He would be more than happy to provide that for you with an open heart and a willingness to be supportive, unconditionally.

7. His concern for you

In any way, he would always notice small things that made him worry; You being quieter than usual, or the dark eyebags under your eyes.

He’d always say something like:

“You okay baby?”

“How are you feeling sweetheart, hm?”

8. His courage

Eddie always declared how it was a  struggle just to get out of bed in the morning, to put on his smile and face reality, yet every day he somehow find the strength to carry-on and face life.

But little did you know, you were the source of his courage.

He’d get up everyday, for you. Just to see that smile on your face. Just to hear that melodious laugh of yours. Just to see how Your eyes sparkled whenever they met his. Just to see how much you love him.

9. He makes your heart flutter

With little things that he did, you felt like your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you, or the way he laughed at your jokes. Honestly you didn’t really know.

10. Everything about him.

A ten-numbered list wasn’t enough to describe how much you loved him. Every part of him, you loved whole-heartingly.

The time that you spent with him felt heavenly, feeling his lips on yours, or feeling his arms wrapped around your waist, regardless of whatever he did with you, you loved him.

All these things that made you fall inlove with him even more. And so did he.

But one thing was certain.

You were his,

And he was yours.