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dilemmaontwolegs · 10 months

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Hey love I absolutely love your fics 🥰 I was wondering if you could write a dark toxic romance for Lando or Charles or even Logan where she’s the girl next door??? I love you keep it up ❤️

Crazy For You || LN4

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, implied smut, gaslighting, dub/con, dark themes WC: 4k Part one || part two || part three || part four

It had been two months since you moved into your apartment in Monaco and you still hadn’t managed to introduce yourself to your neighbour. He kept strange hours and seemed to be away more than he was there. From what you had glimpsed, you had been delighted to see he was probably around your age and quite handsome in an innocent way. Mr Riley on the other hand was a stoic old man who only spoke to you when your cat climbed over the balcony and into his space.

Known for its year-round beauty and calm climate, Monaco had welcomed you with a comfortable breeze and enough sun to warrant leaving the house without a jacket, even at dusk on a winter's night. If you had checked the weather reports you would have seen that a storm was quickly blowing in from the coast - arriving by the time you had finished having a few cocktails with your new friends.

Christmas lights twinkled around the shop fronts as you exited the bar and nutcrackers stood proud in doorways. You always loved Christmas and seeing the smiles it put on children’s faces but there were no children out this late.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” Luke asked as he twirled his keys around his finger. “It’s about to start raining.”

“She’s good,” someone answered for you and you looked over to see your elusive neighbour at your side, his hand coming to rest in the small of your back. “I can take her home.”

“You didn’t tell us Lando was picking you up.”

Your mouth was dry and you didn’t know what to say as the liquor, or his presence, left you confused. Lando, you stored that piece of information away and tried to figure out why it sounded so familiar.

“I was just out doing some Christmas shopping and about to head home,” he said with a smile. “Ready?”

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled as you let him guide you away from your friends.

“Are you sure?” Luke asked with a frown. “You don’t look comfortable. Do you even know him?”

“Kind of, I’m just surprised,” you assured him. “Lando is my neighbour.”

“Okay, well, text me when you get home.”

You gave Luke a nod and waved to the others before going your separate ways.

“Are you cold?” Lando asked, already slipping his arms out of the jacket he wore over a dark hoodie.

The alcohol had made you numb to the temperature but you let him drape it over your shoulders anyway, wrapping you in the decadent scent that came along with it.

“Thanks.”

“Any time, it’s what neighbours do.”

“I don’t think Mr Riley would,” you teased.

“The grumpy old guy in 4C? We just call him Carl, like the movie Up.”

You smiled awkwardly and toyed with the zip on the jacked. “I’ve never seen it.”

“What?” He pulled you to a stop and grabbed your shoulders with a serious look on his face. “This just won’t do. I cannot be seen with someone who hasn’t watched Up!”

“Oh,” you mumbled as you started to take off his jacket and hand it back.

“What are you doing, you muppet?” He grabbed the jacket and put it back on your shoulders before opening the door to a very expensive looking car.

“I thought you meant…”

“It’s fine, I have tinted windows,” he teased. “As soon as we get home though, we’re watching the movie.”

Lando followed you inside without an invitation but you could hardly turn him away with his boyish smile and mop of curly hair that sprung out of his hoodie when he pushed it back. “This makes sense,” he chuckled as he stuck his head in the bedroom, pointing to the wall that your bed was pushed against. “Our apartments are mirrored. I thought I woke up to a voice a few times. Do you watch Friends?”

Your head tilted at the odd question. “Why do you ask?”

“You sing ‘smelly cat’ a lot.”

Mortification hit you and you felt your face burn as you turned to the culprit walking through your house with a loud purr. “That’s Eddie. Do you have any pets?”

“No, I’m always travelling for work and I’m not very good at looking after myself let alone another living thing. Do you actually know how to use those things?”

You looked at the kitchen where he was pointing to the appliances. You had planned to make some Christmas cookies over the weekend and had the stand mixer ready on the benchtop. You thought he was joking but he was genuinely intrigued by the inquisitive look of wonder on his face. “Cooking relaxes me,” you said with a shrug. “You probably have plans already but if you want to come over and-”

“Absolutely, say no more, I’m in.” He crossed the living room and dropped into the middle cushion of the three seater sofa and patted the space beside him with one hand, the other reaching for the remote. “You do have Disney+, right?”

“You really do like to make yourself comfortable, don’t you,” you joked as you took a seat beside him.

“I’ve been told I can be a bit much,” he said with a small frown, placing the remote down. “Should I go?”

“No, no, I appreciate the company,” you said as you caught his arm to stop him from going. “Being alone in a new country is a little isolating, it’s nice having someone here.”

He settled back into the seat and sent you a grin as he searched for the movie. “Anytime you need someone to talk to, you can just knock three times.”

The weeks before Christmas were a madhouse. Work kept you busy as well as the many requests to go home for the holidays, but it just wasn’t going to be feasible to take leave so soon after starting. You knew your parents were going to be disappointed but you promised them you weren’t going to be alone for Christmas.

You had eventually found out why Lando’s name was so familiar when Luke explained who he was and why he was away so often. But since the race season was over he had plenty of time to spend at home, yours and his.

Just like every other evening, you knocked three times on the living room wall knowing Lando would be able to hear it despite the special Christmas Eve stream he was on. It was the last one of the year and he wished everyone a Merry Christmas before the live feed of him playing Counter Strike came to an end.

“Ouch, Eddie, fuck,” Lando swore a few minutes later as he knocked at your door. “Stop it.”

You opened the door to the frequent occurrence and took the hissing Eddie from his outstretched arms before he could get clawed again. Your ginger cat seemed to hate Lando for some reason, or maybe it was because he was always bringing the escapee back home to you.

“I think you should just move in with me,” Lando joked as he followed the mouthwatering scent into your kitchen. He came to your house for dinner most nights after finding Eddie on his balcony and usually stayed for a movie. That routine had changed slightly when the movie he chose one night was Friends With Benefits. There had been a moment after a sex scene when you both looked across at each other and the idea had passed between your eyes.

He cleared his throat and you realised you had been staring at him for too long. “Eddie likes my place better.”

It clicked, he wasn’t actually asking you to move in with him. But for a moment you had considered it.

“Right, Eddie,” you laughed at your idiocracy. “I really don’t know how he keeps getting out. I must be going crazy because I’m sure I locked the window this morning.”

You both looked at the window that opened onto the balcony, the skies dark with another storm. “Maybe your cat is a genius and learned how to open it?”

You rolled your eyes but managed a laugh at his attempt to make you feel better while you readied two plates and took them to the table where he sat. “Maybe I should change his name to Houdini.”

“Better than Ed the Ginger.” Lando grinned as he pulled you onto his lap and scooped up a dollop of creamy mash potato with his forefinger, holding it up to your mouth. You sealed your lips around his finger and swirled your tongue around the tip, watching the blue of his eyes be swallowed by his pupils. “Naughty girl, you’ll be getting coal this year.”

Your head fell back with a laugh.“Who are you? Santa Claus?”

“Well, you are sitting on my lap, aren’t you?” He winked and his tongue rolled across his bottom lip. “Wanna see my North Pole?”

“Oh my god, eat your dinner,” you giggled. “We still have to watch A Christmas Carol and Nightmare Before Christmas!”

You had both written a list of all the Christmas movies you wanted to watch and they were the last two left. It was just in time as midnight was going to come all too soon and you wanted to be tucked up warm in bed when the storm hit.

A loud crash had you jolting awake and you blindly reached across the bed in search of Lando to find it empty. Panic gripped you as you wondered if you were being broken into and a scream almost erupted when your light flipped on and Lando rushed in soaking wet.

“Holy shit, you’ll never believe what just happened!”

You stumbled into the living room where Lando threw an arm out to save you from stepping on the glass that covered the floor. The doors that opened out onto your balcony had been completely shattered during the storm and you shivered as the cold wind and rain blew straight into your home. A huge puddle was quickly spreading across the carpet and it was making its way to the Christmas tree in the far corner while you were still in shock.

“The presents!”

Lando twisted away from the pot plant that had been on your balcony wall, now it lay on the floor with the dirt turning to mud. Seeing the urge you had to cut across the glass, he shook his head and pointed to the kitchen where you would remain safe. “I’ll get them.”

Lando carefully navigated his way to the tree, turning off the power to the glittering lights, and bundled the gifts up before hopping his way back with a wince. The wrapping paper on some of the presents were splattered with rain drops but most seemed in perfect condition when he placed them on the kitchen bench.

“You’re bleeding,” you gasped as he balanced on one foot and you wrapped an arm around his waist to help him. “There’s a first aid kit in my bathroom. Can you make it there?”

He nodded and limped with your help away from the mess. “I think you should come and stay at my place until the doors can be fixed.”

“Are you sure?” you asked as you carefully used a pair of tweezers to pull out the small sliver of glass in his foot. “I can just get a hotel.”

“Ouch,” he groaned as it came free and blood welled at the site. “Not on Christmas Day, everywhere will be fully booked. I really don’t mind. It would save you from having to pack a bag.”

“If you’re sure…”

He smiled at the silly Spider-Man bandaid you placed over the wound before running the back of his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I am.”

You shivered at his cold touch and remembered how wet he was when you woke up. “What were you doing up anyway?”

He bit his lip and looked away sheepishly. “I was putting a present under the tree when a flower pot blew through the door.”

“Oh, wow, that wind must be insane. I hope all the boats are safe out there,” you mused, knowing some people lived on the mariner. “Wait, you got me another present? Lando, there’s already too many.”

“I wanted to spoil you,” he said with an unapologetic shrug. “You have single handedly kept me fed for weeks. You may have put a few restaurants out of business too.”

“You weren’t that bad were you?”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled. After testing his foot he took your hand and led you back to the presents to find a thin box that hadn’t been under the tree when you went to bed. “It’s after midnight, you know, you could open it.”

You took the box, surprised by the weight it had, and untied the pretty bow on top. The delicate silver writing drew a gasp and you looked at Lando with wide eyes. “Tiffany? I can’t open this, it’s too much.”

“Go on,” he urged as he placed your hand on top of the lid and gave it a squeeze. “Please, for me.”

Your fingers slipped twice as you tried to open the hinge and Lando’s hand enveloped yours, lifting it open to reveal the beautiful necklace within. The teardrop gemstone was the same shade as his eyes and it hung from a white gold chain that was polished to shine impossibly bright, even in the dim light.

“Lando, it’s beautiful,” you whispered in awe as he lifted it up and stepped behind you to drape it around your neck. The weight of the stone settled in the centre of your chest and you turned to face him with a sincere, “Thank you.”

“So..?” He bit his lip as he showed you the empty box, a question written in the silk lining. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

It wasn’t until the week after New Years that a glazier would be able to fix your doors. The holidays had left a backlog of people needing repairs but supply chains had been delayed too. Once the doors were finally fixed you realised the carpet was beyond repair and that took another week to have done.

It was strange to go back home after nearly three weeks of living in Lando’s apartment. It was too quiet.

“Babe, have you seen my hairbrush?” You had looked through the bathroom drawers he had cleared out for you to use but there was nothing left. You went back to your apartment and did another search but it wasn’t there either. It wasn’t the first thing you had lost going back and forth and you were beginning to worry.

“I’m sure it will turn up somewhere, love,” Lando said as he paused his game and turned to his friend in the simulator behind him. “Max probably used it.”

“Did not,” his friend replied with an indignant splutter. “Didn’t I see you singing into a hairbrush?”

“You’ve been experimenting with drugs again,” Lando snorted. With a resigned sigh, you decided your hair was decent enough to get away with at work and Lando tipped his head back so you could give him a kiss goodbye. “I’ll order dinner tonight. Chinese?”

“Sounds good,” you said as you gave Max a wave on the way to the door. “Try not to let him sit there all day, you know how his back gets.”

“Yes, yes, Lando has an old man’s back. I’ll make sure he moves his ass at some point,” Max joked. “Have fun at work.”

You screwed up your face at the sarcasm and their laughs followed you out of the apartment. You weren’t sure they had actually moved all day as they were still in the same spots when you got home. You had crossed paths with the delivery man in the lobby and your arms were laden with the takeaway Lando had ordered.

“How many spring rolls did you order?” you murmured as you kept unpacking more and more of the small styrofoam boxes with the treat.

“He’s going for a record,” Max said with a roll of his eyes. Ten minutes later Lando groaned, holding his stomach tightly. “I told you to stop.”

You had quickly showered and changed into some comfortable clothes and found most of the boxes empty when you joined them at the table. “How many has he had?”

“18, and he’s got no chance,” Max bet, reaching over to steal a spring roll for himself and swiping it through the sweet chilli sauce. “You’ll thank me later. Ah, fuck.” Max looked down at the red blotch on his white Quadrant shirt before sauntering off down the hall. “Mate, do you have any more stain remover? This one’s empty.”

“Yeah, under the sink there should be another bottle,” Lando yelled back, dropping his fork onto his plate in defeat. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Why the hell do you have cat food?” Max appeared in the living room with the same brand of pet food you bought for your cat.

“That’s not mine, obviously.”

You looked at Lando, who was rubbing his full stomach and as reclined back as much as the chair would allow. “It’s not mine.”

“You brought it over during the storm, remember?”

“No I didn’t.” You hadn’t wanted to disrupt Eddie’s routine and fed him at home each morning before work.

“Yes, you did.” He laughed as he tapped your temple gently. “You have a terrible memory, love. You can’t even remember where you left your hairbrush.”

You didn’t have an argument for that, since you still hadn’t found it. You were sure you hadn’t brought any cat food over, but maybe he was right. You did seem to be a little confused lately.

“I think I need an early night,” you admitted as you cleaned up the dishes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not staying?” Lando asked with a pout as he joined you at the sink, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppered your neck with soft kisses. “Who am I going to cuddle with?”

“I’m sure Max wouldn’t mind a snuggle,” you teased him as you turned in his arms. “I have an early start tomorrow but I can stay tomorrow night.”

He groaned at the thought of sleeping alone and held you tighter so he could have you in his arms a little longer. “Fine,” he huffed, relinquishing his hold on you and filling the kettle. “I’ll make you a chamomile tea so you sleep better.”

You smiled at his sweetness and savoured a few more minutes of kisses before the water boiled and he scooped out a few spoons of some boutique tea leaf mix he swore was the best sleep tea money could buy. Given how rich he was, you believed him.

Placing the hot mug in your hand, he bit his swollen lip and nodded to the front door. “Go before I tie you to my bed and never let you leave.”

“You wouldn’t,” you laughed, rolling your eyes as he winked. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, love, sweet dreams.”

Something disturbed your sleep and you rubbed your eyes as you woke up well before your alarm. You reached for the lamp beside your bed and accidently knocked into the cup of tea you hadn’t finished before falling asleep, the cold liquid sloshing over the side before you caught it and froze.

Your bedroom door creaked open but it was too dark to see who it was. Your heart hammered in your chest as you tried to think of what to do before the shadow reached the edge of your bed. Your throat was so clogged with fear you couldn’t even scream, your hands trembled and closed them into fists before banging on the wall behind you, begging Lando would wake up at the sound.

Bang, bang, bang.

The figure lunged onto the bed, pinning you down with their weight and slamming your fists into the mattress. “Shh, love, it’s me.”

You relaxed as Lando’s voice soothed you, but the fear soon crept back up your spine with an icy shiver. “How did you get in here?”

“You forgot to lock your door,” he whispered as your wrists began to ache from the hold he had. “I was coming to check in on you.”

“No, I didn’t,” you said as you tried to shake him off. “I know I locked it. I know…I…I’m not crazy. Get off me, get off me right now.”

“You were meant to be asleep, love,” he groaned as his hands tightened to the point a pained cry escaped your gritted teeth.

“Why are you doing this?” you whimpered as he kissed your neck, but you couldn’t feel anything but repulsion.

“You should have just moved in with me, we are meant to be together.”

“You’re crazy,” you spat as you tried to buck your hips and throw him off but he was too strong. “Help! Somebody, help!”

His hand clamped over your mouth and you bit him as hard as you could before kicking and climbing away.

“I’m not the crazy one, that’s you, love,” he laughed. “You’re my girlfriend, you’re sick, but I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“You are fucking insane!”

“No, no, sweetheart, I’m trying to help you, remember?”

You froze in the doorway as you saw a cutout of your key on the kitchen bench, along with your hairbrush, phone, a negligee and dressing gown. All things you had been convinced you had lost in the last few weeks.

“Why are you doing this?” you repeated as you backed away from your boyfriend. He was someone you had trusted, someone you thought had fit perfectly into your new life - but he had been messing with you this whole time. Max and the cat food came to mind. “Eddie…he used to go to Mr Riley’s house.”

“Couldn’t have that,” Lando tutted with a shake of his head as he took a step closer, “not when he was going to help me get close to you.”

“Don’t! Don’t come any closer to me!”

“Baby, don’t be like that, let’s just go back to bed. You’re under a lot of stress, let me make you a chamomile tea.”

You swiped your phone up as you bolted but he was quicker and blocked the front door, holding his hand out. “Give that to me, you don’t want to do that.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do,” you hissed as you started to dial the emergency number.

“It’s you they will take away,” he said with a blase shrug that made you pause. “Everyone knows how unstable you have become.”

“Me?” you shrieked.

“You’re barely holding it together now. They aren’t going to believe anything you say.” He opened his arms as if to say, I’m famous and you are no one. Unfortunately, he was right. “Come on, love, let’s go back to bed.”

He took the phone from your limp hand and locked it before slipping it into his pocket. You were so confused that you had no idea what to do when he guided you back to the bed, turning the sheets down before tucking you in gently. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead and handed you the cold mug. “Drink up, baby, this is all just a bad dream.”

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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a 141 x reader where they realize they did hurt you after 'that thing'?

Ahhh yes I can do this! Thanks for the request!!

I'm getting over a bit of writers block. I hope these are okay!!!

141 + König × Reader Where They Hurt You During Sex

Warnings: mentions of sex, pain, mentions of discomfort, crying and swearing. -ends in fluff

Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon had a tough week. He had so much bent up aggression and stress that he was desperate to release. He found you in the shower, and felt his cock hardening in his pants. He was quick to discard his clothes and join you, and not long after, he was taking you from behind as the warm water beat down on his back.

Simon was pounding into you, setting a brutal pace you weren't used to with him. He was never particularly gentle during sex, but he was never aggressive toward you.

Tears sprung in the corners of your eyes, as each time his cock slammed back into you, it sent waves of pain throughout your body. You let out a small wail, and Simon had mistaken it for a sound of pleasure. "That's it, baby."

His grip on your hips tightened, and you let out a scream as the pain began to be unbearable. You choked out a small sob. "Simon! Stop!"

Simon immediately paused his movements, his cock ripping out of you. "Baby? Are you okay?"

You let out a small sob as the pain slightly lessened, but your insides still ached deeply, and the bruises on your hips began to form angrily. You didn't say a word as you just shook your head.

Simon's heart shattered as he quickly turned off the water and ran out of the shower to get a towel.

He came back quickly and wrapped it around you, helping you out of the shower. He pulled you close to him. His grip was tight around you. "I'm so sorry."

You leaned into his chest as you regained your breath and listened to his rapidly beating heart. "It's okay, Si."

"No, it's not okay. I shouldn't have gone that hard. I took my stress out on you, and I'm sorry." He rubbed soothing circles into your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your wet hair.

You pulled away and looked up at him with a small smile. "Simon. It's alright, I promise."

Simon picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed, setting you down gently. You gave a playful protest, pushing at his shoulders. "I'm all wet, I'll get the sheets soaked!"

"I'll throw some fresh ones on later. Just let me hold you for a while." He murmured as he moved to lay behind you, pulling you into him. "I promise I won't ever hurt you again."

Johnny MacTavish-

Johnny had wanted to try a new sex position tonight, one he'd stumbled upon in his "research" when he was on missions.

He was on top of you and placed both of your legs on his shoulders as he began to thrust into you. The new position allowed him to go deeper than he'd ever been before, causing quite a bit of discomfort for you. Your legs began to burn from the stretch, and his cock was at angles that had your insides screaming. You let out a strangled cry, pushing on Johnny's chest slightly, and he stopped what he was doing immediately. "Babe?"

He pulled out of you and laid next to you, pulling you into him. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry."

You sniffled slightly as the pain began to fade, and shoved your head into Johnny's chest. "It's okay."

He enclosed his arms around you and peppered your forehead with kisses. "I'm so sorry, I should've noticed you were in pain."

"I didn't say anything. It's not your fault." You said as you began to thread your fingers through the hair on his chest.

He nodded slowly before pressing a kiss to your lips. "Let me order us takeout, I won't have you cooking for us tonight."

"Johnny, it's really okay. You don't need to, buy." You started before Johnny pressed another kiss to your lips.

"Babe, it's the least I can do. We can gorge ourselves on crappy food while watching that horrible rom com you love so much." He gave a cheeky smile before sliding off the bed to grab his phone.

"I don't know what I've done to deserve you Johnny. I love you."

"I love you too, babe. More than you know. Now, be a good pet, and let me make it up to you." He chuckled before dialing your nearest pizza shop.

John Price-

John had you bent over your ass firmly in the air as he forced himself into you from behind. He was eager tonight. It had been a while since the two of you were together, and he hadn't prepped you as well as he should've.

His cock was stretching you uncomfortably, and each time he trusted into you, there was a horrible stinging from your hole.

"J-John." You squeaked, your voice coming out hoarse.

John took it as a sign to keep going, and you let out a loud screech as he picked up his pace. Unable to get any words out, your hand flailed wildly behind you, and John immediately stopped. "Love?"

You let out a sob as he pulled himself out of you, the relief being immediate for you. Your breathing slowed as you regained your senses.

John was quiet, his eyes watching your every move. He felt horrible, his own needs had overshadowed yours, and now you were hurt because of it.

You laid down on the bed and brought your knees to your chest. "C'mere, John."

He shook himself of his self-loathing thoughts and pulled you into his arms, settling himself behind you. "I'm so sorry, baby. I was blinded by my own needs. I didn't think to check on you. Let me make it up to you."

"It's alright, hun." You said softly, hugging onto your husband's arms. "Just hold me and I'll be alright."

John stayed with you like that for hours, rubbing at your flesh softly and peppering kisses to your shoulder. He constantly whispered his apologies, and soft "I love you's" until you both fell asleep cuddled together.

The next morning, you awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon, John making it very clear he wanted to do what he could to make it up to you.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Kyle barely made it through the door before he'd jumped your bones. He'd been away for a week for some training and was beyond desperate for you.

He'd ripped off your clothing and hoisted you up so you could wrap your legs around his midsection. His kiss was bruising, and needy, a clash of teeth and tongue as he singlehandedly pulled down his pants, freeing his cock.

He'd shoved into you with fervor, pounding up into you, effectively fucking you up into the wall. You cried out as your legs tightened around his waist, egging him on.

He walked toward the couch and laid the two of you down rather harshly, and the back of your head smacked off the wooden arm of the couch. Your hand flew to your head and loud out a small squeal. "Ow!"

"Fuck! Kid, I'm so sorry." Kyle pulled away and crouched down to you to inspect your head. His heart sank as he felt a small bump forming already. "I was going too fast, I should've slowed down."

You looked at him for a moment before erupting in a fit of laughter. Kyle sat confused, watching as your body wracked from your giggles. "Y/N?"

"It's fine! It's fine." You managed to get out through your giggles. "Phew, never had that one happen before."

As you clearly didn't seem to be bothered, Kyle allowed himself to chuckle as well. "Are you sure you're okay? I can go get an ice pack."

"I'm fine, promise. I'd be better if you finished what you started." You threw him an overly dramatic wink and beckoned him closer to you.

And who was Kyle to say no? Not that he didn't insist on icing your head later. (He forced you to sit still for nearly 20 minutes as he iced your head, and pressed a half dozen kisses to your lips as an apology)

König-

You woke up with a wince as you rolled over in bed, your sides aching. You sat up in bed, waking König up next to you. "Go back to sleep, baby. Just going to take a shower."

You peeled your shirt off your body, revealing a slew of bruises lining your hips in the shapes of fingerprints. You hissed slightly as the movement caused your bruises to ache.

This was not missed by König, however, who was watching on from the bed in horror. Was he truly that rough with you?

"M-maus." His voice came out shaky as you turned to him. "I hurt you."

Your heart broke at the sight of him. It was clear he was on the verge of tears, as his bottom lip was quivering slightly. "It's okay, Kö. It looks worse than it is."

"Please, don't lie to me." He begged, approaching you slowly. "I hurt you."

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say. It truly did look worse than it was, and you wouldn't lie, and say that König wasn't rougher than usual last night.

He got to his knees in front of you and inspected the bruises lining your abdomen. He placed gentle kisses on each bruise before his eyes landed on yours. "Please forgive me, I didn't know I was hurting you."

"König, love, it's truly okay. I'm okay." You gave him a warm smile, but he shook his head. He walked past you and made his way to the bathroom. You could hear the rub running before you heard him call your name.

You walked into the bathroom to find him drawing you a bubble bath. He turned to you with a sad smile. "Water should be warm, climb on in."

He helped you into the water, before crouching down beside you as he watched you settle in the water.

"König, come in. It's alright, I'm not mad at you at all." You gestured to the tub with a warm smile. You knew he was beating himself up.

"I'm mad at myself, Maus." He looked down at his hands in shame. "I promised never to hurt you."

"König, get in here right now before I make you." You chuckled, trying to ease the mood. "Need my giant boyfriend to be a headrest for me."

He blinked a few times before looking up at you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Of course."

He was quick to discard his clothes and climbed into the tub behind you, pulling your frame into him gently. "Ich liebe dich so sehr, Engel." (I love you do much, angel)

König spent the rest of the day attached to your hip. He'd insisted on making you a cup of coffee and toast and even went as far as pulling out your chair for you to sit down. He made certain he'd make it up to you, one way or another.

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A/N: Ahh not one of my better ones, but I hope you enjoy!🫣🩷

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mrrharper · 2 months

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Another Cop For The Collection

Brady groaned as he saw a police cruiser flashing lights behind him. He pulled over on the side of the road and waited for the cop to come to him. Why was he stopped at all? He was barely doing 10 miles above the speed limit. Hopefully, this wouldn't be one of these officers that follow absolutely every law completely to the letter.

He opened the window next to him and immediately knew this situation would turn in his favor. The cop was absolutely jacked. Bulky, tatted arms straining his uniform, a bulging chest and clearly defined legs. This was a true specimen of American Law Enforcement LLC.

"Licence and proof of insurance" the police officer barked at Brady, who reluctantly began searching for his documents.

"Did I do anything wrong, officer?" He responded playfully.

"You were driving at 64 mph on a 50 mph road. Licence and proof of insurance. Now." Brady rolled his eyes and gave the cop what he wanted. While the other man was checking his documents he took his phone, changed a few parameters and turned on the transmitter, then put it on his lap.

"Is everything alright, officer?" Brady asked innocently.

"Your documents seem okay. I have to check them in my vehicle. Stay here." The cop was about to leave when Brady looked at him and said.

"No. You will go to your cruiser and write me a simple warning. Then you will get into my car and sit in the passenger seat" he said authoritatively. The cop furrowed his brow, but didn't say anything and after a long moment his eyes unfocused and he quietly turned around and walked up to his car.

Brady waited, anticipation building inside him. This was going to be so much fun.

The officer came back.

"I will give you a warning, sir. Be more careful next time you drive here" Brady nodded quickly and watched as the cop walked around the car and without a word opened the door on the other side of his car and got in. He looked straight ahead.

"What is your name, officer?" He asked and the other man turned his head to look at him, his face blank.

"My name is officer Matthew Riley"

"Sir" Brady grinned

"My name is officer Matthew Riley, sir" the cop quickly picked up on what Brady wanted to hear.

"Good, Riley. Now salute me, as I am your superior". The officer's hand quickly sprung up and became fixed in the salute position. Brady leaned in and touched his flexed biceps. The hard muscles he felt under his hand felt insane. He put his head closer and sniffed Riley's armpit and arm. The masculine send filled his nostrils.

"Flex both arms, officer" Brady barked and the cop immediately obliged, his arms now in a double biceps pose.

He was getting high on all this power. Brady continued exploring Officer Riley's muscular body, his uniform shirt unbuttoned, revealing a pair of meaty pecs covered by a white tank top. Brady's hand quickly found his way on top of them and began grabbing them. Feeling all that brawn completely under his control made Brady get more and more brave with the officer.

"Kiss me, officer" the cop didn't wait a moment before leaning in to execute the order. He kissed passionately and aggressively, exactly like Brady wanted. He responded eagerly while also groping Riley's arms at the same time. He then felt the other man's thick cock.

"Get hard" he whispered into Riley's ear and his cock responded quickly, a big bulge forming in his pants. Brady began stroking it through the fabric.

He was going to have so much fun.

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lunarw0rks · 1 year

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Hiii, I've absolutely devoured most of your fics and I absolutely LOVE your writing style ♡♡♡ could you do an established relationship fiction with Ghost? Y/n is sort of asexual, so sometimes even if she's not in the mood herself, she just likes to watch Simon get himself off (maybe multiple rounds!!!)? Nsfw with lots of fluff??? ♡

warning(s): nsfw (18+), established relationship, fluff/smut, (m.) masturbation, asexual!fem!reader

A HELPING HAND | SIMON RILEY

it's no secret that simon's relationship with intimacy is complicated.

but so is yours, and it makes for a perfect pair... sometimes. tonight was not one of those nights.

"are you alright?" you ask, glancing up from the book in your hands.

he hasn't stopped fidgeting, and he won't. sit. down. it's starting to drive you nuts. but frankly, for such a calm man to get jittery — something was up.

it was random, his sudden urge for intimacy. however, it was clear you were relaxing, in your own little world. he didn't want to soil that. it had been weeks since you two had sex — which was usually never a problem, but tonight was especially difficult for Simon to stifle.

"...'m fine," now he's rearranging the desktop, only sitting down in the desk chair briefly as a means of distraction. his pants were painfully tight by this point.

"simon... simon." you interrupt his rambles, recognizing that familiar shift he's doing in the seat. how one hand has remained on his inner thigh for several minutes. "if you want something, all you need to do is ask, you know that, right?"

the swivel chair comes to a stop when it faces you, but he's still stiff in his posture. "not that kind of favor, love." he says, looking awfully meek for someone with such conviction any other time.

you were only teasing him before. but now you really had an answer — the root of his not-so-little problem, which resided in boxers that are currently a size too small.

though you weren't feeling any urges of your own arise, there was fun to be had in watching him. it wouldn't have been the first time, either. "why don't i watch you again?"

there was no sense in being coy like he was the first time you proposed the idea. it wasn't as awkward as you thought it'd be. in fact, that night you found the sight quite arousing... without acting feeling aroused at that moment. besides, it made the reward for later twice as satisfying — whether it be weeks, or months before you have the desire to reciprocate again.

"you're sure about this?" his movements went still as if waiting on your permission to start palming his thigh again.

with a small smile, you tossed your book aside and let it land somewhere out of sight on the bed. still, you insisted, "deadly serious, si. it doesn't bother me."

he clicked his tongue and nodded to himself, slouching a bit in the chair to unbuckle his belt. the metal clinked as he shimmed with it, eventually setting the accessory on the desk behind him. once the jeans were loosened, you could truly see the pressure of his hardened length — begging to be sprung free.

simon shifted his hips until only his jeans were pulled down a bit. next, he peeled back the waistband of his ebony briefs, cock slumping against his tone stomach. tip ruddy and oozing pre-cum, and his stomach heaved a bit from the sensation of having his problem released from the confines of clothing.

thick, calloused hands grasped his erection, slouching forward to spit on it. the translucent string rolled down his shaft, going the pattern of the prominent veins along its sides. a truly lude image to witness; tempting, even, if you were truly in the mood.

instead, it was motivation enough for another time.

manspreading in the desk chair, he continued to work his cock. faint, wet clicks of the lubricant echoing through the bedroom. it didn't help how quiet simon naturally was. but where was the fun in this, if not putting on some sort of show for you?

he let a few noises slip, huffing through his nostrils audibly and letting out small grunts the faster you went. you lay back against the plush bed, biting back feelings of fluster that came whether aroused or not. his moans were rare and cherished — and you happened to be one of the few souls lucky enough to hear them.

you folded your arms and watched intently, gnawing on your bottom lip. not being aroused didn't mean you weren't going to ogle him, especially when all hot and bothered.

his hand moved hastily, its large size swallowing his length, covering more surface area than yours ever could. you'd catch his hips bucking in the seat while he maintained eye contact — unless they drooped shut when his fingers brushed against his sensitive slit. the same way he shuttered when you skimmed your tongue along it many times, except he had the luxury of not getting 'scolded' for it.

now he's exposed his weak points. you now knew he savored it when you teased your tongue there.

especially when he'd gotten so twitchy with his own thumb caressing. well, now you've taken note to tease him that way again, no matter the repercussions.

"need to— fuck— touch you," his speech skipped like a scratched CD, the strokes growing sloppier and more desirous. he was close; so fucking close.

you nod your head, watching him stand to his feet. as simon walks over, he slows his roll a bit, enough to ensure he won't spill right then and there. you remain in the same position, except for the hand you place on his waist, running your palm up and down his abdomen to give him for stimulation.

he stands beside the bed, his clean hand reaching out. his thumb brushes against your lip, giving your bottom one a slight drag — then slipping between them and running along your gums, allowing you to tongue along his finger like you would his cock.

the sticky, gummy texture of your mouth — like that of your entrance clenching around him. and your caress, like you always did when he hit spots deep inside. your small contributions allowed his imagination to do the rest of the heavy lifting.

you palmed his abs, maintaining eye contact to give him every bit of this otherwise touchless act. but your hand along his stomach was enough, as was playing with your mouth; enough to push him turbulently over that edge.

a string of curses poured from simon's lips, just like the globs of cum that followed quickly after. into his palm, he released his load, hips grinding against nothing until the overwhelming sensations ceased. his finger removed from your mouth with a pop, before he sped to the bathroom to wipe himself off.

a few moments later, he returned, finding you in the same position. it was quite a show, to put it lightly; not one you'll forget any time soon, either.

instead of standing like before, he knelt in front of the bed, sitting between your legs with his neck craned to look up at you. "that was alrigh' with you?" he asks again as if the 'damage' wasn't already done.

you nodded again, reassuring him once more, "of course, si. it doesn't bother me. and it's... a sight to see." you attempt a wink but look more like you're trying to get something out of your eye.

he scoffs at your attempt, taking both your hands — while simon's are icy and freshly smelling of the lavender soap in the washroom. despite your humor, it means a lot to be reassured by you. "christ, you are unbelievable, lovie. y'know tha'?" he teases, giving each of your knuckles a buss.

"i know it," you sneer, squirming slightly from the pecks. "but i still won't forget tonight. it'll keep me warm when you're away."

his brow cocks, and then comes a half-awkward chuckle. "you're a bloody tease, but i'm guessing you know that too, don't you? and a proper smart mouth."

you retort the same, having keen knowledge of how to press his fragile buttons. "what are you going to do? get the soap?"

"might have to." simon replies with faux sternness, even while speaking through a warm smile, the rough pads of his thumbs still rubbing your knuckles.

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PART III

hitman!ghost x fat!reader (afab, fem) w/ arranged marriage

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

rating: explicit

word count: 3,008

cw: simon simps, self-conscious!reader, implied sexual content (thoughts, not actions)

♡

Simon watches from the arched doorway that separates the foyer from his study. The movers glide across the marble floor with precision, weightlessly and without making a sound. They appear and disappear with no rhyme or reason, but the gravity of their presence is felt. It’s almost phantasmagoric. And how fitting it is that he not be the only specter in a home already so full of ghosts.

But like true eidola, he isn’t looking at them - no, no, he’s looking through. In the sea of boxes and dollies, he’s looking at you. You flit about between the manes, trying your hardest to communicate with them. You ask how you can help, what you can do, what they need, and it all goes unanswered. A residual haunting of sorts, milling about like they don’t even know you’re there, keeping strictly to the task at hand. He’d toss you a planchette, but it won’t do any good. The movers are under unflinching orders - Mrs. Riley is not to lift a finger to move her things into her new home.

The frustration is written all over your face. Your brows are furrowed, arms folded across your chest, pretty mouth set into a discontented frown. He sees you let out a sulky huff, almost petulant in nature. Quietly, he chuckles.

He understands that you’re not happy with the situation. Frankly, he can’t imagine what a whirlwind the last few months has been for you. Finding out that your father is not, in fact, an accountant, but rather one of the world’s largest arms dealers is a nasty enough shock on its own; but having a surprise marriage to an absolute stranger sprung on you adds another, more complicated layer. He doesn’t fault your displeasure in the slightest. Maybe you’ll soften up to the changes over time.

Still, your lack of beguile does nothing to temper his cruel amusement. It’s cute, the way you glare at the passers-by who won’t acknowledge you; hell, he half expected you to stick your tongue out at one of them by now. And the way you huff and roll your eyes? You’re like a child on the receiving end of a scalding scolding, temper ticking like a timebomb, and it’s absolutely adorable.

Your eyes lock with his across the room, and Simon gives you a nod of acknowledgement, well aware that you likely aren’t in the mood to chat just yet. At that, your already perturbed expression sours further. He sees a muscle in your jaw tick tighter. The tips of your fingers curl into your palm firmly. Your clenched fists remain at your sides as you storm towards him unflinchingly. The movers part accordingly.

“I want a divorce,” you announce militantly, planting yourself in front of him with a steely stare.

Simon can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he says, “Not an option, love.”

“Why not? It’s an option for everyone else.”

You��re remarkably even-tempered in confrontation, he’ll give you that. Even if the edges of your facade crack beneath the weight of your voice.

“Not for us.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t give me that shit! You’ve fulfilled whatever fucking weird obligation this is, and I’d like to get back to my own life.”

Despite the snarling, teeth bared like a rabid dog ready to rip him to pieces, you must not have inherited your father’s penchant for petulance. You’ve yet to stamp your foot, throw yourself on the cold floor, or start screaming bloody murder until you get your way. You’ve yet to even shed a tear, despite the waves of obvious fury coursing through you. He can see the watery waves forming in your lash line, but you’re trying your damnedest not to show any signs of weakness. Simon respects that.

When you speak again, you’re quieter, calmer. The heave of your chest subsides, a storm of rage quelled with honey instead of vinegar.

“Look, I don’t know what sort of dirt my dad has on you to force you into this, but I promise I can keep him quiet, okay? I’ll take all the blame for it; I’ll tell him you fought tooth and nail against it. I’ll - “

“He didn’t force me,” Simon responds straight away. It’s appalling, the thought that you would just assume this was entirely involuntary, like you were somehow unworthy or undeserving. He figured that your father would’ve at least told you that he chose you.

A look of bewilderment crosses your sweet face just briefly.

“What?”

“Look at me, love; you really think anyone’s going to force me to do anythin’ I don’t wanna?”

You shrink back a hair, shoulders falling from their tense, raised position.

“No, I-I suppose not…” You blink, suddenly avoidant of looking him in the eye. Anxious and notably bothered, you wrap your arms around yourself. Simon swears he can see the pieces of the puzzle slotting together behind your eyes. Gently, he tugs at the sleeve of your cardigan, jerking his head down the hall as he turns on his heel.

“C’mon, I’ll show you to your room.”

“My room?” You sound surprised.

“What, you thought I’d make you share my bed? M’not a monster, sweetheart. You’re welcome to crawl in with me any time you like, but I’m sure you’d prefer your own space for now, yeah?”

Simon swears he can feel the heat radiating off your face from behind him. You stutter out a response he doesn’t quite catch, but the way your words catch has him biting the inside of his cheek to disguise his levity. Still, a lopsided little smirk sneaks through.

You tag along at his heel, following him silently until he guides you up a flight of stairs and stops outside a closed door. He can feel your eyes burning a hole in the side of his skull. The tips of his fingers close around the knob, metal not uttering even a hint of displeasure under his grip, and he pushes the door open before stepping aside. Gesturing you forward, he waits until you’ve crossed the threshold to accompany you.

It’s one of his favorite rooms, he’ll admit. What once sat as an unused auxiliary office for the boys has been gutted, morphed into a dream. The walls went from boring beige to a deep, rich green. High ceilings were scraped of their texture and plated with antique bronze tiles, the vague tinge of oxidation complementing the hardware fixed to every piece of furniture. An espresso stained dresser matches the vanity, the latter of which has an ornate mirror affixed - one Simon prays you’ll use to learn to worship yourself the same way he intends to when you’re ready to allow him. Headboard secured to the wall with the utmost caution, a king-sized mattress sits atop a sturdy sable frame, its four ornately-carved posts hosting a silken mesh canopy. The way it hangs reminds him of the house robe he purchased for you, the very one hanging inside the closet right now. He won’t tell you it’s there, though; he’ll leave it for you to find.

The weeks worth of research and hard work that went into making the room perfect for you were well-spent, based on the look of absolute wonderment on your face.

God, you’re fucking precious. Simon wants to spit out the words on the tip of his tongue and drink down your speechlessness. You’re absolutely fucking darling in the way you take in every inch of the space, awestruck and silently appreciating his efforts as your eyes rove the intricate crown molding, fingers skating across the black satin drapes that match your sheets, sweet mouth falling open in a gasp as you find the first of many surprises he’s left for you - a large vase filled with bat orchids and black baccara roses.

“Thank you, Mr. Riley,” you say softly, a little wobble in your voice. You’re not teary-eyed, but certainly overwhelmed with an emotion he can’t identify on sound alone.

“Just Simon, love.” He hopes the correction will prompt you to repeat it. He wants to know what it sounds like when you say his name.

Instead, you offer a soft, bittersweet smile, nodding.

“Bathroom’s right through that door there.” He gestures towards the stunning en suite that affords you sufficient privacy, far more than you’d receive if you were to share his.

Clearly that aspect was not thought through entirely; the mental image of you joining him for a shower, dripping wet in more ways than one, flashes behind his eyes. Your hair clinging to your face, pillars of steam shifting and swirling with your every forced exhale, the way your pleas and whimpers would echo through the cavernous space - it’s enough to make him start to chub up in his slacks.

He shakes his head a little and clears his throat.

“Dinner’ll be ready at 6:00 sharp. Got some work things to handle before then, so you’ll have some time to yourself. Rest, unpack, do whatever you want; we’ll go over the rules after dinner, and I’ll show you the rest of the house.”

“Rules?” That caught your attention.

“Yeah.” You prod him with a questioning look, but he doesn’t bend. He doesn’t elaborate, reiterating that he’ll answer any questions you have after dinner. When you don’t press him further, he explains that his office is just down the stairs. If you need him, come get him. Doesn’t matter what for, whether it’s something as simple as asking a question or help with moving a heavy box. Otherwise, the dining room is just off the foyer, and he’ll meet you there in a few hours.

He turns to leave, but your soft voice asking him to wait a moment draws him back.

“What is it, dove?”

You’re silent, but you look like you want to say something, teeth worrying your lower lip as you wring your hands. He cocks his head to the side, brows furrowing with a look of implore. You sigh.

“I… I’m sorry, Simon, about earlier. This is a lot, and I’m still trying to make sense of all of it. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

He waves you off, shaking his head.

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” he answers. “Lot to process, take the time to sort it out, yeah?”

You nod, a little sheepish, and he slips out the door, broad shoulders hiding the fact that he’s palming himself as he walks away.

♡

He’s just finishing his meticulous plating of dinner when you come around the corner. It’s 5:59, the clock ticking over to exactly 6:00 the moment he places the second plate on the table top.

Your tired eyes find his mid-yawn and stretch, and Simon is reduced to a puddle of a man as he takes you in.

An oversized sleep shirt hangs off one of your shoulders - one big enough to be his - obscuring your comely curves in a way that ought to be outlawed. Your tiny shorts barely peek out beneath the hem, the width of your delectable thighs concealing more fabric than exposed. He imagines your socks were pulled up past your knees when you put them on, but they’ve managed to slouch just below, an egregious error of gravity that he’d gladly get on his own knees to correct.

It’s nauseating, the way his granite form crumbles at your feet. Bones of iron melt pliable and his alkaline blood turns to liquid magma. His mouth runs dry like the Sahara, begging for a taste of you to quench the savage thirst.

Simon is not a soft man, and yet, you’ve created a crater in his chest the size of your palm. Touch him; your fingers will slot just so in the impression. Dig a little deeper, and you’ll find a hollow cavity. The heart that couldn’t flourish there sprouted roots, planting itself in your hands. He barely knows you, but every fiber of his being reaches for you, like vines of ivy climbing towards the sun. He’s content to allow it as long as your warmth stays near.

“What’s all this?” you ask softly, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“Cacio e pepe, chicken instead of pasta, with a nice pecorino romano risotto,” he replies coolly, gesturing to the empty seat in front of you. “Your mum told me you love Italian, so I thought it’d be a nice welcome meal.”

“That’s so sweet of you, Simon; thank you.” Your voice wobbles a little, thick with emotion. Hesitance takes hold of your hands as they wrap around the back of the chair. The muscles in your forearms twitch. Simon can see your gears turning, a battling raging on behind your eyes.

Patiently, he watches, waiting to see which side will win. Hell, he’d like to know who’s fighting to begin with.

“Oh, I-I should really go change,” you finally whisper, doubt clouding your downcast eyes. “I’m not dressed appropriately. You made such a nice dinner, and I look - ”

“Nothin’ wrong with what you’re wearing now.” It’s a challenge, daring you to argue. His expression is titanium.

With a frantic, trembling hand, you wipe a stray tear off your cheek. You look like you’re on the verge of a break, cracking under a pressure that Simon isn’t applying. He shifts around the edge of the table, moving in behind you like a mirage in the blink of an eye. His fingers curl around yours, gently prying your hands from the chair. A shudder runs through your body. The hiccup that follows gives you away. It’s a sob. And he’ll be damned if he isn’t the kintsugi to the fractures in your psyche.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, squeezing your hands. You shake your head, sniffling. “C’mon, sweetheart, look at me, yeah? Lemme see those pretty eyes.”

You make a half-turn, and Simon’s quick to release your far hand, instead settling his palm against your back to rub little circles.

“Atta girl; good job…” Soothing. Calm. “Just breathe, alright? Everything’s okay.”

That’s not what he wants to say. He wants to say that you’re safe, that he’ll fix your fragile pieces and make you whole again, that he’ll cut the tongue out of anyone who ever tries to make his wife feel inferior again. But he can’t say any of that right now, so he doesn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, pulling a hand free to swipe at your cheeks with the back of it. “I promise I’m not always like this. I’m just tired; I wasn’t thinking about my clothes, I - “

“Stop.” Firm. Gentle. “I don’t care what you wear. If you’re comfortable, you don’t need to change. Dinner together ain’t a big formal event. You haven’t eaten all day, so let’s eat before the food gets cold, yeah?”

You stare at him for a moment, face blank and eyes vacant. Unshed tears are blinked back.

“Yeah… Yeah, okay.”

But you don’t move. You don’t shy away from the way his fingertips graze your spine in spirals. You don’t look away from him, eyes locked on molten honey. His tongue twitches behind his teeth, a vicious need to devour settling into his jaw.

God, he wants to eat you alive, swallow you whole. A bright-eyed little rabbit caught in the maw of an anaconda. You’d taste so sweet, wouldn’t you? The mess between your thighs would match the shimmery streaks on your cheeks, and Simon would do nothing but make it worse. He’d not rest until you’re dripping against his open mouth, face slick with your arousal, legs shaking as they frame his head. You’d have to beg him to stop, too overwhelmed to speak properly, throat screamed raw and gripping the sheets with enough force to tear. That’s the only time he ever wants to see you cry.

Gently, Simon guides your hands from the back of the chair. He pulls it out for you to sit, and you do so unceremoniously with a whispered gratitude.

He settles across the table, unhesitant to dig into his plate. It’s better this way; keeps his mouth occupied so he doesn’t continue to salivate over his darling little wife. You take your first bite shortly after and make a noise that does nothing for his growing erection.

“Simon, this is really fucking good.” Your hand covers your mouth as you speak. It’s hushed and meek, but your sincerity is written in the delicately creasing threads at the corners of your eyes.

“Thank you,” he answers, amused. “Good to know someone appreciates my hard work.”

“You made this yourself?” You sound surprised, and Simon chuckles.

“That I did. Quite enjoy cooking for special occasions.”

“Is this a special occasion?”

He nods.

“‘Course it is.”

You’re quiet for a moment, a thoughtful expression present. The faintest smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. When your eyes meet his, though, you break contact immediately, looking back down at your plate to spear another bite with that same soft grin.

“Color me surprised,” you murmur. “I thought for sure you’d have a chef.”

Simon hums.

“Bold assumption.”

“Oh, come on! Look at your house! Is that so unreasonable?” You titter, faux exasperation lacing your tone.

“Our house,” he corrects. “And we do have a chef. I gave him the night off.”

You fall silent at that, face morphing into something unreadable, no discernable direction of affect. It worries Simon just briefly, like he’s said the wrong thing. But he’s not wrong, not really. Everything of his is yours now, too - his home, his money, his empire, his heart. It’s all yours. Truthfully, there’s nothing in this world that he wouldn’t give to you. He’s your husband now; that sort of apathy would be a dereliction of his duties.

“Our house,” you parrot, mulling over the taste. That saccharine little simper returns, and you draw your lower lip between your teeth, trying to hide a degree of mirth.

Maybe you’ll come around to all of this sooner than he thought.

Maybe you’ll fall just as hard just as fast.

part iv - coming soon

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod x reader #cod x you #fat reader #plus size reader #jj writes

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Animals – part 2 (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: You go on a date, but your date suddenly disappears. On your way out, you bump into Ghost. But little do you know he was behind that mysterious disappearance.

Note: This is part 2 (here's part 1), but it can be read as a stand-alone. There's no smut this time. If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Part 3

Warnings: afab!reader (i think, i can't remember every word), toxic!Ghost, mentions of sex so MINORS DNI!

It had been way too long since you met a guy who actually entertained you. Most of those on dating apps were just looking for one-night stands, though you couldn't blame them since you were there for the same. But this guy? Damn, he was so nice and polite and handsome and perfect in every way.

Working as a research scientist at some pharmaceutical company on weekdays, volunteering at animal shelters on the weekends, talking about his sisters, nephews, and nieces so sweetly that it made you smile like crazy. And the best part? He wasn't taken aback by hearing you were in the military.

You definitely hit the jackpot with him.

"I'll go get another round," you told him, but you couldn't get yourself to let go of his hand. It was so warm and your hand fit so perfectly into his that you didn't want this to end. "Okay, I'll really go now," you added with a short laugh as you finally pulled away your hand.

As soon as you got far enough not to see the table anymore, Ghost sprung into action. He picked up his glass and walked over to your date, towering over him with a threatening look on his face. The poor guy only noticed him when he put his glass on the table and leaned down to make sure he heard every single word he was about to say.

"If I see you touch her or even talk to her again, I'll break every single bone in your body," he stated menacingly.

The man gave him a confused look. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. Leave. Now."

"Who are you, and why would I do as you say?" he asked, seemingly annoyed by this stranger bothering him.

Ghost let out an annoyed growl. "She's mine. Now, don't make me repeat myself." The man didn't move, instead he watched the soldier defiantly. He knew you'd be back soon, so he grabbed the front of his shirt and leaned even closer. "Trust me, mate, you don't want to know what I'm capable of. Get. Out."

This was enough to make him move. Shaking his head and cursing under his breath, he said a few words about how you weren't worth the trouble then left.

As he thought about what he had just heard, Ghost returned to the corner of the bar where he had been hiding until now. A part of him was outraged, having a difficult time keeping himself back from going after that asshole to punch him in the face for saying this about you. But there was another part, a much smaller one that fully agreed with him.

When you returned with the drinks, you found an empty table with only your bag on top of it. You looked around, utterly confused by the disappearance of your date. Even his jacket was gone, so he probably wasn't in the bar anymore. But where the hell did he go all of a sudden?

After fishing out your phone from your bag, you immediately dialed his number. "Where are you?" you asked when he finally answered.

"I left. Why didn't you tell me that you have a boyfriend?"

"What? I don't have a boyfriend."

He let out a huff and you could imagine him roll his eyes. "Well, some big, scary guy still came over to me while you were gone and told me to leave you alone," he explained.

You wondered what guy he was talking about. "I have no idea who it could be," you said after successfully going through the list of possible suspects in your mind.

"Whatever, I won't waste my time on you."

With that he ended the call and you were left standing there by the table. It was so strange, you had never experienced anything like this before. You had never been stood up like that by a guy you liked before.

Taking a deep breath, you thought about what to do. In the end you walked over to a couple sitting at the other table on your side and gave them the two glasses with a forced smile. "I don't need these anymore. Have a good evening."

You turned around to leave, but before you could reach the door, you bumped into someone. When you looked up, you saw a familiar face, brown eyes locked with yours in an instant.

"Ghost?" you asked, suddenly feeling a little timid.

He gulped, having an incredibly hard time restraining himself when being so close to you. You were his drug, something that was lingering in the back of his mind all the time, making him angry and desperate at the same time. The lieutenant didn't want to like you. He tried to fight it, tried to get you out of his system, but all of his attempts were futile. One way or another, he needed you to function properly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask the same thing," you replied as you shoved your hand into your pockets.

Ghost buried his hand into his hair as he watched you. "I was meeting a friend nearby and came in for a drink before going back home," he told you, the lie rolling off his tongue without a problem.

"Wait, you live here? I thought you lived in Manchester."

"I moved a few months ago."

For some reason you gave him a doubtful look. "Is that so?"

"Yeah, I needed a change of scenery."

"Good for you. Well, my night is ruined, so I'm leaving. Have fun," you said before you walked past him and left the bar.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He couldn't let you leave like that. He needed you tonight, he needed to hear you let out those sweet sounds, the whimpers and string of incoherent words as he fucked you. "Wait," he called after you once he was outside. You came to a halt and turned back with a questioning look. "I'll walk you home."

But you shook your head at this. "I'll be fine, thanks."

"This wasn't a question," Ghost informed you, his voice carrying the sort of authority it did during missions.

This obviously didn't go past by you because you shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. "What do you want from me?" you asked, sounding exasperated.

He stepped closer to you, close enough to lean down and kiss you with his arms wrapped around your body if he wanted to act on his instincts. At first he didn't know what to say. He had been keeping an eye on you for so long that now it was a habit he simply couldn't shake off. And being with you, either in a friends with benefits or actual relationship would fuck up the balance of his life.

Because he didn't want to be friends. He didn't want to be your lover. He just…

Well, he didn't really know what he wanted. To control every aspect of your life? To continue his ritual of secretly looking at photos of you in the middle of the night as he jacked off? Or did he just want to keep his distance, to continue to watch you from afar without you knowing about it?

You could tell something was wrong, you could feel it in your bones. His icy stare gave you the chills, and the more time that passed, the more anxious you became. Ghost was too close to your liking. You could feel the heat radiating from his body which drove you dangerously close to the edge.

Something suddenly changed about his body language, as if a switch had been flipped in his brain. "You. All of you," he replied. "We had fun last time, didn't we?"

Oh, yes, the last time when you threw your pride away just to be thoroughly fucked by him. As much as you hated to admit it, none of your one-night stands could satisfy you the way the lieutenant could. You were drawn to him, and he could easily control you like a puppeteer.

But his cold, dismissive behavior on missions was still a vivid memory, something you couldn't easily forget about. It was strange that he was so different in private, when it was just the two of you on your days off. "I thought you hated me."

Ghost thought about his answer. "My feelings for you are a little… complicated."

"How so?"

Instead of answering, he moved his lips to your ear, playfully biting it before moving down your jawline, just until he could capture your lips. You hesitated, but the familiar feeling made you return the kiss in the end, and you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist to keep him close.

"You're so fucking annoying and disobedient on the field," he whispered against your lips. "But I can't keep my distance from you. It's hard to explain."

His big palms brushed over the skin on your arms until he peeled them off of himself then he intertwined his fingers with yours. You wanted to accept his answer because you were just as confused about your feelings for him as he was, but your instincts told you to run.

"I should go home," you told him as you pulled away, your eyes fixed on his chest. You couldn't look him in the eye, afraid of what he would say or do. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to say something, but you quickly spoke up to stop him. "Alone."

Ghost let out an annoyed groan. He was ready in every way to fuck you again, but now you ruined his fun with these words. How could he convince you? You seemed so sure of yourself that he wondered if it was even possible to change your mind.

When he reached out to touch you again, you immediately pulled away, taking several steps back to build a distance from him. "Why are you doing this? Just tonight. Just this one time," he tried, his voice steady and confident, almost demanding.

But you shook your head. "This would be the second time. And then what? You show up again and ask for another time? Then another?" Probably, although he wasn't about to say that out loud. "I don't wanna do this, Simon."

"Don't you dare call me that," he growled, his hand instinctively wrapping around your neck. Your eyes went wide and he let go at once. Ghost bit on his lower lip as he buried a hand in his hair and began to pace in front of you. "I'm sorry," he apologized. But he was mad because he never gave you permission to call him that. Never.

Your chest was heaving rapidly as you watched him, your eyes not losing track of him for a second. He knew you were scared of him, and he also knew that you had every reason to feel this way. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have attacked you. But when he heard you say his name, it made him angry.

"Just don't call me Simon again," he said.

"Goodnight, lieutenant," you told him, emphasizing the last word before turning around to walk away from him.

He kept his eyes on you, mentally kicking himself for not keeping his emotions under control. As you disappeared into the night, he caught a cab and went to your apartment, asking the driver to stop a few blocks away from it just to be sure you didn't see him.

Ghost had to see you again. He wanted to make sure you were home, sleeping peacefully in your bed. According to the GPS in your phone, you were just about to arrive when he turned around the corner. He managed to catch a glimpse of you when you opened the door of the apartment building.

Every bone in his body was drawn to you, but he tried to resist his instincts. He couldn't go after you, breaking in your door if he had to just to throw you on your bed and have you in any way he wanted. It was just him and his hand tonight, all thanks to his fucking mistake.

He glanced down at his watch–it was almost eleven. He waited for another hour on the street before you finally turned off your lights, giving him the signal that made him go home to his own place.

Far from you.

Far from the temptation.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #modern warfare ii #modern warfare #mw2 #call of duty

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the-book-gnome · 2 years

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You Make Me Feel Safe

Word count: 1k

Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, implied pain, fluff

Summary: After years of not seeing Simon, he suddenly shows up with no explanation on why he's injured

A/n: I'm sorry if there are spelling errors, I just got my nails don't and I forgot how hard it is to type on your phone.

The hour was late when you heard a loud banging on your door. You were cautious as you walked to the door, not sure of who could be at your apartment at this hour. You were shocked when you looked through the peephole, Simon. You haven't seen him In years what could he possibly want? When you took a closer look at him, a gasp escaped your lips. He was bleeding, his face looked banged up and he was clutching his stomach. You swung the door open, his eyes immediately catching yours. “I need help.”

You sprung into action, rushing to him and helping him inside. It took longer than you anticipated but he was twice your size and only helping you a little, plus he weighed a ton. Simon fell on your couch the second his legs touched it. You rushed back to the door closing and locking it. You didn’t want to deal with any nosy neighbours.

By the time you got back to Simon, he had passed out, that only made you worry more. Given that you had plenty of medical experience you had no issues patching him up. You knew his line of work was dangerous but you didn’t expect it to be like this. It had been about an hour before you were done, your choice stained with his blood. You hadn’t given yourself much time to understand what was happening, pushing all of your worries and thoughts away to focus on saving him.

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Three days. It had taken three days for Simon to wake up and three days for you completely terrified that he was going to die. You knew better than to take him to a hospital so there was no way of telling if he was going to get an infection or if you missed part of the bullet.

When Simon did wake up he was no help at all, he is talk tried to leave and it took you 30 minutes to convince him he was safer here than wherever the hell he was trying to go. Now he was sitting up, staring at the wall. You tried talking to him but he refused to say a word. No matter what you tried he kept his mouth shut, even when you threw a pillow at his head. You were currently drawing a bath for him, hoping that might help with the pain. All you had to offer him was Advil and Tylenol, you doubted that was doing much.

He didn’t put up much of a fight when you helped him stand up, he only quietly followed you as you led him into the bathroom. You looked away as Simon pulled down his boxers, giving him at least some privacy. Once he was submerged in the tub you grabbed your loofah, pouring soap on it you started washing his body. “Bubbles?” His rough voice met your ears, relief struck you after hearing him speak.

“I used bubble bath stuff, do you have something against bubbles?” You smiled as you leaned over the tub to look at him. He watched as you ran your loofah down his chest, washing away the blood and dirt. Once his body was clean you moved on to watching his hair, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling away to grab the shampoo. “I missed you,” you let out a disappointed sigh, “Not a single call or text, you didn’t even write a note when you left all those years ago.” You noticed Simon's fists clench in the sides of the tub where they rested. “I thought you might’ve died.” You bit your lip, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks.

“I didn’t,” That was all he said, you wanted to punch him in the face.

“Yeah no shit, jackass,” You rolled your eyes at him and poured a small amount of shampoo into your hand, his hair was already wet so you didn’t have to worry about that. As you started massaging his scalp he relaxed into you. His head rested against the edge of the tub.

“I’m sorry,” Simon murmured, his eyes closed as he enjoyed your hands on him. You let out a deep breath, that was better than nothing. You made sure to be careful not to get any soap in his eyes as you continued to clean his hair. It was a little longer than what you remembered, the ends curling slightly.

“Why did you come here, Simon?” You asked as you fused the soap out of his hair. It was very soft, and so was his skin, besides the many scars.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go, you were close by,” He sounded like he was holding something back. You knew better than to pry, that would only make him shut down more. “I feel safe with you.”

That comment threw you off. Simon had never been one to admit something like that, it was confusing, to say the least. “I don’t know why, I’m not very good at protecting people, though I’ve never really tried.”

“You saved me, that’s technically protecting me,” there was a small smile on his lips, you had to double-check to make sure you weren’t seeing things. You scoffed at him as you helped him out of the tub. You handed him a towel and then brought him to your room. You handed him a pair of pants that were his size, and after he got dressed you helped him to bed.

Once he was laying down you brought over a chair and placed it next to the bed. You placed a hand on his cheek gently stroking it, “You make me feel safe too, Simon.” You kissed his forehead and watched him drift off into sleep.

#modern warfare 2 #mw2 #ghost mw2 #modern warfare #cod mw #simon riley #ghost x you #ghost #Simon riley fluff #ghost fluff #reader fluff #simon riley x you

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 9 months

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Hi! What do you think about a one-shot with gender neutral reader x Ghost with some angst? They loved him for many years but never confessed. He doesn't feel the same way as them due to his issues and even if he knows, he won't mention it.

The Better Alternative (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader)

Summary: Accepting that you'll never have the whirlwind romance with your crush isn't something that happens once. It's a choice you make, to hide your feelings, every day, every interaction, and you make that choice with a glad and heavy heart.

Content warnings: Hurt/No comfort, unrequited feelings (reader for Ghost)

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Air that was too crisp to breathe in deeply without its shards scraping apart your lungs was what greeted your first minute into your break. The cement stairwell was guarded by metal railings, tundra-toned poles that your gloves clung to the moment you leant on them. But at least there was no paperwork for you to instinctively scan or subordinates chasing you down with a question they could easily answer if they applied a few brain cells to the problem.

There was also your favourite… distraction seemed like too flippant a descriptor for Ghost. But it was semi-accurate. Regardless, he was sat on the steps and under a cover, his mask hauntingly lost in tones of black and orange from the glow of his cigarette end.

“You wanna be alone?” You asked. It hadn’t actually been your intention to find him, but you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Amidst his heavy gear, Ghost’s shoulders shrugged and he said in his baritone, “Fine by me.”

Peeling your gloves away from the poles, you and Ghost’s eye contact shared your united thoughts.

What a shit show, eh?

A cigarette between you, a few moments of quiet, both sets of arms folded as you both stared down the recruits you’d been assigned, glances with an imperceptible nod across the aisle in the medical wing to assure each other you weren’t broken, these titbits of care and trust revealed what your relationship with Ghost was worth. Fucking priceless. Your tiredness blunted your elation at spending your limited free time together but it warmed you nevertheless.

As he reached for the hem of his balaclava, you craned your chin around. His inhale and gravelly sigh reached you over the wind. Smoke breezed past you, the smell clinging to your uniform.

“You don’t have to look away.”

“Hmm?” You still didn’t look around.

“You don’t have to look away,” repeated Ghost.

You knew this already. Force of habit from the year it took for Ghost to reveal himself to you. So he always gave you permission, like he did now. Pale pink lips pursed around the cigarette – a scar slashing the left corner - was the sight that greeted you as you faced him cautiously. It sprung an ache from deep in your chest. This pain was an old friend; you greeted it like one with open arms as you looked upon the slant of Ghost’s jaw. As quickly as you recognised your slip, you redirected your stare to the steel-cap toes of your boots.

In the corner of your eye, you spied Ghost’s arm reaching out to you, the cigarette balanced between two skeletal fingers. You declined.

“Something on your mind?” Ghost asked as he brought his arm back under the cover.

You tilted your head forward slightly, allowing the breeze to catch the back of your neck, “The usual.”

A curt nod was all you were offered in response. Then:

“Where’s General Shepherd keep his armies?”

Your lips twisted in thought before you shrugged.

The corner of Ghost’s mouth quirked before he spoke again, “Up his sleevies.”

Your laughter had to be smothered until it sounded like you were coughing, your shoulders jerking with unpredictable mirth at the way Ghost said “sleevies”. It was far funnier than the actual joke, and far better was the little “heh” that Ghost let out at the end.

“What do you call an old snowman?” He said, evidently intending a quickfire round.

Sucking through your teeth, you hazarded a guess, “A puddle?”

Ghost watched you blankly as he drew from his cigarette before stubbing it out on the steps.

He spoke after a few more seconds, “My version was ‘water’.”

“That makes more sense.”

You never could say your honest feelings out loud, so you diluted them down to something far more toothsome. It was something you did to everyone anyway, so you doubted it ever aroused any suspicion. At first, it ruffled Ghost’s feathers, sending him striding away stiffly. But nowadays he just accepted it. Once in a blue moon, he responded with his own. Even so, moments like these kept you grounded when you were sick with longing. How could you ever risk losing that for the longest shot at a romance?

As Ghost reached into his top pocket for his cigarette packet, he asked you in his most casual timbre, “Have you think about what you’ll do after?”

Ghost could be a chatterbox, a morbid and brutal chatterbox. So the second-cousin to his dead-dog jokes – casual existentialism – shouldn’t have thrown you as much as it did. Yet your mind went blank watching him light his second cigarette. A flash of a fantasy crossed your eyes but you were too disciplined in your emotions now to entertain it.

“Not really, except that I’ll have to dip into my retirement fund for a spa day.” You gave a half-hearted huff at your shite joke. You really should leave those to him. “What about you?”

“No.” And he took another drag from his cigarette.

That was your little reminder as to why you’d never reveal your feelings. Even if you saw fragments of fractures of a future, Ghost saw none. A bitter pill you took daily for that ache in your chest and you would take it for as long as this affection afflicted you.

Your five minutes were up.

“Back to the shit show,” You pushed towards the base again, still drinking in the smoke, “See you inside.”

Ghost grunted back as he listened to your fading footsteps. At the bang of the exterior door, he slumped forwards, his elbow precariously balanced on his knee, a gloved hand supporting his chin.

Seeing you hide in pain for years was his cross to bear. He knew you didn’t mind him breaking your heart over and over, even preferred it to the alternative. He just wished it was a one and done situation, that there was a gentler way for him to do it, or that he could give you what you wanted.

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AN: Thank you for the request! My first one for COD! I'm very happy with how this turned out. I gotta write something hurt/comfort now though because the no comfort has me very Emotional(TM). Let me know if you have any thoughts or requests you'd like me to write/brainstorm with y'all!

#simon ghost riley #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #ghost fanfic #ghost x reader #cod fanfic #cod x reader #my writing #r: gn #wc: <1k

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thefirsthogokage · 2 years

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Sprung 1x06: 'Chapter Six'

Where to Watch: FreeVee

Spoilers: Nope.

Genre: Helping the Little Guy (in Not So Legal Ways), Crime, Found Family

Similar Shows: Leverage (FreeVee), So Help Me Todd (CBS/Paramount+), Raising Hope (FreeVee, by the same creator and staring a couple of the same cast)

Reactions/Commentary Below The Cut

Oh that's right, I forgot the end of the last episode.

(oh no I did something wrong in my sleep and now my neck hurts 😭 I couldn't bend it down, I can't have it upright)

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"maybe reconsider" 😂

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Oh no!

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This dynamic between this couple is hilarious. But god, please dump the white boy.

"Cruella de Capital Hill" HA

I see what she's got going on.

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Oh my God, he didn't check the OOF.

"he means the first three" Aaahahahaha

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Oh Rooster.

Oh THAT'S what all that was for.

Oh no THAT'S what THAT was for. Fuck you, Barb.

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You think that guy sounded young? Gloria.

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Jack is so sweet 🥺

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Oh god Rooster, you very unbright man baby.

Damn, how did Barb figure out all that stuff?

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Oh, what was that Jack?

Oh no, Barb shouldn't have shown him that, I should have known this would go bad! Don't do it Rooster!

TURN IT OFF ROOSTER!

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Please be less drunk now, kids.

Oh she gave them tips for later! That's a big mistake.

I kind of feel bad for Barb though.

Oh my God.

Oh nice job Barb. Lesson time, it was.

"That's true, I'm a slow sucker." My god.

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OH MY GOD! WOW!

Leverage time 😏

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Istg these and credits are fantastic! Is this a real Broadway song?

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#sprung #sprung 106 #riley watches tv #riley watches sprung

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auspicioustidings · 1 year

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Dark Signs

Summary: You string up Johnny in the woods and get Ghost into subspace tied to a tree. That's it. That's the story. I deserve to imagine topping the shit out of Simon Riley as a little treat.

Word Count: 1.1k

CWs: CNC (I have not written in negotiations and the fact that there is a safe word/action, just know that there is), BDSM smut, breeding kink

He was the Ghost, he was the scariest thing in the woods. He was the Ghost, he was the scariest thing in the woods.

"Aww come on Simon, I know you think Johnny looks pretty all tied up like this" you cooed.

It was a rookie error, both of them so wound up from your stalking that they tripped a simple tranq dart trap. Honestly it would be easier if they were smaller, had taken ages to get Johnny all nice and naked and strung up between the trees. Simon you just dragged against the tree that gave the best view before tying him nice and tight. He was struggling against the rope, no doubt hurting himself with how he pulled. You loved to see it. Loved the juxtaposition of one man naked and immobile, the other fully dressed and wriggling.

"Fuck you" Simon snarled.

You laughed, setting a hand against Johnny's ribcage and delighting in how he tensed. He was blindfolded and gagged, not able to anticipate your touch.

"Patience Simon, we'll get to that."

He howled when Johnny whimpered around the gag, fighting hard to try and get free. That skull mask made him look cute to you and you went to crouch in front of him, smiling indugently when he tried to bite at you.

"Aww you want your teeth out, is that it Princess? Don't like them sitting behind fabric do you? Or maybe it's your tongue that's feeling a little restrained?"

"Don't fucking touch me!"

How sweetly he hissed when you pulled off his mask, jaws gnashing to try and get purchase on your hand. You smacked him hard across the face.

"Bad dog, trying to bite me when I'm just taking your muzzle off."

His face was blotchy from all his panicking, eyes wild underneath all that grease. You saw the blooming mark from your hand, ran fingers through his messy hair to soothe him. You did so hate to have to be violent with him after all, but when he practically begged for it like that you could put your own wants aside for him. That's what love was.

When you grinned manically at him and grabbed at his hardening cock you saw the switch. There he was. Not the Ghost hiding behind a mask, not the big military man who was always in control. No, it was Simon Riley now tied to this tree, pulling once more to see if he could move his arms before the realisation settled in that he was not getting out of this unless by your hand.

"There we are pet" you said softly, continuing to pet at his hair as his eyes got wider. "Isn't this nice? You just let me take care of everything. If you behave real good I'll let you fuck Johnny, how does that sound?"

You watched the fight go out of his eyes. Simon Riley was an easy man to break you had learned. He wanted it, to break and bend to his basic need to be loved and close to somebody.

"I'll be good. Please. I'll be so good for you sweetheart."

The whine that came from Johnny delighted you and you took a moment to admire the saliva dripping from around the gag and the leaking from his hard cock. You knew he would like it when he heard you slap Simon, knew he liked it even more hearing him give in.

When you moved enough clothing out of the way to sink down onto Simon it felt divine. He desperately tried to buck up, not able to get anywhere with how securely he was tied. He bit off a growl, earning him another smack hard across the other cheek.

"S-sorry! Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean it, I-" he started pleading, choking back a sob when you clenched your walls around him. "Please, need it. Need it so bad. Just a little faster, please. Fuck!"

You were languid in rolling your hips, torturing him. How could you not with how his pleading turned to whimpering? With how tears of frustration sprung to those pretty eyes of his. You leaned back, back arching so your could tilt your head and look behind you at Johnny pathetically trying to rut his hips and only finding air. Poor thing.

"Look at that, got your pup all worked up talking pretty like that! Like a bitch in heat."

You felt the cock inside of you throb at that and laughed, lifting your hips before slamming back down to sink him into your warmth. He cried out desperately. You loved him like this, in that drowsy space where he couldn't really handle stringing words together unless you made him. He couldn't do anything unless you made him right now. Such a pillow Princess. He started sobbing little whines at you when you stopped moving, just cock warming him.

"Use your words Princess, can't help you if you don't tell me what you need."

"Need to cum, please."

"Mmm" you moaned, starting to ride him properly now, "where do you wanna cum baby?"

It took him a moment to answer, only being spurred back to speech when you pulled sharply at his hair to get him to focus on actually using words rather than just moaning.

"H-hand!"

"Aww you don't wanna cum inside Princess?" you pouted, leaning in to whisper into his ear when you saw his eyes widen, senses sharpening a little at the thought of it. "Think I want you to cum inside me. Not safe y'know, it could take today. Wouldn't you like that? Can breed me for practice before going to your bitch and breeding her proper."

"N-no, please!"

You leaned back again, laughing and riding him until he came with a broken sob deep inside of you. You panted, staying on his softening cock and planting kisses to his face, praising him for doing such a good job.

It didn't take long for him to harden up again once you untied him and let him start getting Johnny ready. God it was always your favourite part of this watching them go at it. In the end, as always, it was Simon who brought him down and rubbed his skin to get the blood flowing again. It had always fascinated you watching the slow journey he would take from subspace with you to topspace with Johnny.

It had always delighted you when they would try their luck, exhausted and fucked out as they were, thinking that now they were free they could take you. Only you had disarmed them and kept knives on yourself, giving Johnny a good nick on his throat that made him yelp and immediately back off. Simon knew better than to even try right now, especially watching you with rapt attention when you brought the knife up to lick away at the blood.

"Maybe next time boys! I'm sure you'll catch me one day."

#cod #fanfic #ghoap x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #mhairiwrites #my god work tomorrow is going to be so awful pls send thoughts and prayers

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daddyelliott1979 · 8 months

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Being a Daddy to a special needs kiddo; more reflections on being a Daddy

If you caught our other posts about @squirtdaboi day out with me, the end of the day ended with Riley becoming over stimulated.

We had decided to sleep separately to reduce as much sensory input as possible, something that was challenging for both of us.

The next morning Riley was very little when he woke up, and in a much calmer place, mission success!

Whilst I got him changed from his night nappy we decided that he was going to chill for a couple hours whilst I went to work and he would join me later, ( I recently gave him a few hours in my shop a month).

I went back and got him a few hours later, we had a great afternoon, lots of fun and laughter, lots of banter with my other employee.

Towards the end of the day Riley started to complain that he was very cold, and was sat over the heater. I was so wrapped up in my work that I totally missed the warning signs that he was overwhelmed and over stimulated. To which I'm totally gutted at!

We left, grabbed food for dinner and went home, I sprung into action, started turning down lights, wrapping him in a big blanket, closing doors and putting on the heating.

He snuggled in, put his hood up as I gently rubbed circles on his chest and within minutes he was asleep.

When he woke up a short while later we did a nappy change, and into a jogging suit, added blankers, quilt, Chase, warm bottle of coffee.

We watched movies and talked lots!

He shared some very deep fears and worries, we even discussed him having a drawer for his things at mine (I recently bought him a paw patrol toothbrush and toothpaste). So now there feels like some permanence to our relationship.

He asked for a treat and tbh he deserved one, so I went off to the shop and bought him some jelly babies and kids magazine - seeing his little face light up was just magic!

We ended the night with me giving him a massage that put him into a deeply relaxed state. We got him changed for bed, all snuggly and warm and snuggled in for sleepies!

Being a full time Daddy is one thing, being a full time Daddy to a kiddo with special needs is a whole other ball game!

It's challenging, but ultimately rewarding, deep and fulfilling!

So here's to all the Caregivers that adopt little ones who need a little extra help and aren't phased by it!

We are big legends to these beautiful little ones, and their happy smiley faces light out world up!

Or it certainly does for this Daddy!

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i liked your reader sneezes like a kitten but what about reader that sneezes like a dad. like full body earthshaking loudass sneezes that scare the living shit out of you. even funnier if reader is tiny.

Bahaha, yess🤣 I had fun writing this one, lol. Thanks for this request!! Sorry it's a bit short.

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141 + König with a Reader Who Sneezes are Loud as Shit

Warnings: swearing

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Simon Ghost Riley-

You and Simon were sitting peacefully watching a RomCom in your flat. He'd never seen The Proposal before, and you'd be damned if you let another day go by without him watching it. The both of you were snuggled together, your head resting on Simon's chest when you got the sudden urge to sneeze.

You were able to turn your head just in time before letting out one of the loudest sneezes you've ever had, nearly shaking the glasses in front of you.

Simon immediately jumped up and took in his surroundings. "What in the bloody hell was that?!"

He turned to you to see you biting your lip to stop from laughing. "Love...did that...come from you?" His tone was deadly serious, a look of horror on his face.

You nodded your head, your cheeks burning from the intensity of his gaze.

Silence fell between the two of you for a few moments before Simon erupted with laughter.

"What's so funny?" You questioned, starting to chuckle yourself.

"I just, uh, didn't quite expect that from you. You'll be a great alarm system, though. Somebody ever breaks in and hears that, and they'll go running." He gave you a kiss on your forehead before pulling you back into him to resume your movie night, the smile not leaving his lips.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

The two of you had just settled down for the 4th night of your horror movie marathon. You'd finally gotten Johnny into horror movies, as when you first started dating, he stressed he was vehemently against jump scares.

Unfortunately, you were about to backtrack your progress. It was right in the middle of a tense, quiet moment in the movie, when you felt the familiar tickle of an upcoming sneeze. Your sneezes were usually pretty loud, but you decided to make it just a bit more dramatic, to scare Johnny. You turned your head and bellowed out a ridiculously loud sneeze.

"AHHHH!" Johnny sprung backward on the couch, causing himself to tumble over the edge. "What the FUCK was that??"

You couldn't contain the laughter that emitted from your lips, at the sight of your boyfriend. "I'm sorry, Johnny. I sneezed."

"That was no fucking sneeze. That was like a demon leaving your body. Is your soul still intact? My lord. Never again are we watching these."

"Noo Johnny." You were still laughing your ass off, replaying the scene over and over in your head. "C'mon, let's finish the movie."

"Nah, nope. Gotta go check my pants after that one. Honestly, I think I may have wet meself"

John Price-

You and John were cooking dinner together on one of your nights off. John was mixing ingredients together in a bowl while you were cutting the veggies. You felt a spray of onion juice reach the inside of your nose, and the urge to sneeze overcame you.

"Dear, I'm done with the mixing do-." John started, but was cut off by your hideously loud sneeze.

Startled, he dropped the bowl, causing it to shatter all over the floor. "What the hell was that?!"

Both of you froze and stared at each other, John looking at you like you'd grown two heads, causing you to stifle a laugh with the back of your hand.

"My sneezes are a bit loud." You said, voice muffled by the back of your hand.

"A bit loud" is an understatement. Scared the ever loving shit out of me." A small smile appeared on John's face.

"I'll help clean this up." You crouched down on the floor to start gathering the broken shards of the bowl.

"I think you owe me a date night out after that one. May have to get myself some ear plugs just for your sneezes."

König-

It was a quiet week night, and you and König were sitting on your back porch. König was reading the newspaper while you were reading one of your books.

As the sun was setting, it hit you at just the right angle, causing the tickle of an oncoming sneeze. You turned into your arm and were trying to be as quiet as possible, no to avail.

The sneeze rippled through you, causing you to let out an obnoxiously loud noise.

König, who was sitting peacefully reading his newspaper, nearly jumped out of his skin, his fright causing him to rip his newspaper. "Heilige Scheiße, was war das?"

"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry Kö, I tried to be quiet. I've got really loud sneezes." Your cheeks were red with embarrassment, as your boyfriend regarded you with wide eyes.

"You're so small.. how did that come from you?" He was bewildered. He would've expected a sneeze like that to come from someone his size, not you.

"I've uh, just always sneezed like that." You rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

König let out a hearty chuckle, causing you to smile. "My little Schat, who sneezes like an elephant. Remind me not to read my newspapers around you anymore." He teased, kissing your temple.

(He tried to call you elephant as a cute nickname but felt like it was an insult and nearly cried afterward bc he felt so bad)

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Gaz was playing video games with Johnny while you were in the other room on your computer. You felt the sign of an oncoming a sneeze and turned your head into your shoulder before screaming out "ACHOO!"

"Bless you, Johnny." Gaz said into his headset.

"I didn't sneeze, mate. I heard that too." Was his friends reply.

Puzzled, Gaz turned his head toward you, who had a bashful look on your face. "Babe, was that you?"

"No fucking way was that Y/N. That sounded like a dad sneeze, that did." Johnny laughed.

"Uh yeah. Sorry about that. Always had some loud sneezes." You bit your lip from trying to laugh at your boyfriend's puzzled expression.

Gaz broke out in a fit of laughter, setting down his controller to approach you. "That is hilarious. My girlfriends got dad sneezes. Who would've thunk that."

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A/N: hope you enjoyed❤️🙃

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tatooinequeeen · 11 months

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Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

ao3

Spotify

Triggers: ooey gooey love

Chapter Five: Sugar

One Week Later

Mind. Blowing. Sex. You savored the moments between the three of you like a decadent chocolate melting on your tongue. But you also craved the intimacy of one on one time, truly the best of both worlds when it came to König and Ghost. They were still figuring each other out, the dynamics they forged working together helping the process along, but you were a much needed reprieve for both of them at the end of the day. One whole week of sharing each other in every way felt like a fever dream that you never wanted to end and hopefully, if you were reading the situation correctly you would never need to worry about that.

König shuffled through the front door and dropped his bag on the floor before rushing over to you and pulling you up and into his arms. You wound your legs around his waist and hugged him back, loving the intensity with which this man showed you affection. “Did the bed get delivered, Schatz?” His sweet voice was muffled against your neck. You nodded against him. You realized his height combined with two massive men sleeping in the same bed as you made no sense in your small king - so you sprung or rather they sprung on a custom bed so everyone was more comfortable. You had to get creative altering your sheets to fit but at the end of the day it was a small price to pay to have them both with you at night. You slept so deeply in the middle of them, you had no idea how you were going to cope the next time they went on a mission.

He walked over to the couch and settled you comfortably on his lap, brushing your hair back from your face. “König, can I kiss you?” He nodded and you lifted his mask off, setting it on the back of the couch and smoothed your hands through his hair. His gorgeous eyes closed at the contact and he let out a soft sigh. You loved touching his hair, the silky strands made you slightly envious but it was the sheer vulnerability he showed you that really made your heart melt. You leaned in to kiss him gently, which then turned steamier when he nipped your lip. He slid his tongue between your lips and you opened, granting him access to plunder you. You kissed him back with abandon and started a gentle rock of your hips on his lap.

“Nothing better than coming home to your partners making out on the couch.” Ghost huffed with feigned irritability. “Sure wish poor Simon over here got an invite.” You laughed against König’s lips. “Get over here, then.” Ghost pulled off his mask and rushed over to the couch - ever the eager one for affection these days. You pulled his face toward you and kissed him deeply. König pulled him away from you as soon as he could and gripped the back of his neck, kissing him with a sensuality you felt voyeuristic watching. Ghost sat back with a dreamy look on his face. “Now that’s the way I want to be greeted everytime I come home, loves.” König shook his head and smiled, you just looked between them with enough love pouring out of you to blanket all three of you.

Ghost gave König a look and then they turned their twin attention on you. You smiled, happy to be the center of their world. “We have something for you, liebling.” You had no idea what it could possibly be aside from sex and somehow that just didn’t seem like what they were talking about. Both men reached into their respective pockets and presented their item to you.

In König’s hand was a stunning sapphire and white gold ring. Covering your mouth with one hand, staring up at him in shock, you were absolutely speechless. “I want you to know that I have a long way to go with learning how to be vulnerable with someone else, Mein Schätzelein. But I am falling in love with you and want you to have a piece of me with you always.” You stuck your left hand out and let him slip the ring onto your bare finger. As he slid it along your flesh, you felt something digging into your finger. Before you could think much of it, Ghost drew your attention to him and presented his ring. A brilliant emerald set in white gold, you noticed it mirrored the ring now resting on your finger, just opposite. “You know that I love you, and now that we have König to complete us, we wanted to make sure you had a reminder of our love everyday.” He repeated the process König just completed and you felt the same sharp sensation. Puzzled, you looked between them.

“You see, loving us isn’t always going to be easy. Sometimes it’s going to hurt. But if you try to remove the rings they’ll dig into you and draw blood.” Your eyes widened. König picked up where Ghost left off. “You’re ours.” The symbolism wasn’t lost on you. You adored their sharp way of loving you and having a reminder that you were theirs was never a bad thing. The rings fit against each other as they were designed to, perfectly.

A happy tear welled in the corner of your eye. “I love you both more than I could have ever imagined loving someone else.” They wrapped their arms around you. “I am yours, both of yours. Forever.”

The End

Note from Tatooinequeen; I always planned this fic to be about five chapters but…if you want an epilogue just let me know. 👉🏼👈🏼

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ur-fav-inactive-writer · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞

Ivan Of Zandar x Shy!Reader | Request by @smoiesaustine

(A/N) I changed the plot slightly but hope you enjoy it!!

WC: 2003

It was a peaceful, sunny day in Amber Beach. The dino café was closed for redecorating purposes, meaning the employees had a few days off. Ivan decided he would spend his free day on a long, therapeutic walk in the large forest by the dinsoaur musuem. It was an exceptionally large wood, so if he walked at a brisk pace, it would take him a couple of hours to go through the whole thing. As he explored the forest, he heard a voice. It didn't sound very far from him, so he decided to approach it, curious as to what the voice could be. As he got closer to the source, he could vaguely get a glimpse of what was making the sound. In a clearing, sat a gorgeous girl. Ivan watched her from the treeline. She sat on her knees, with a group of animals surrounding her. Ivan worried for a moment, concerned that the animals might be harming you. But with closer observation, he could see that you weren't being harmed at all. In fact, they all looked rather peaceful, and you were... singing? Your sweet voice sung to them, and Ivan would be lying if he were to say he didn't enjoy hearing you sing too. He smiled at the sound, wanting to approach. He took a step forward, trying to get a better view. As he stepped, his foot landed on a stray twig. It snapped under his heavy boots, alarming you of his presence. The pretty girl's eyes widened, turning to look at the spot she heard the sound from. To be fair to her, it did make sense to be disturbed by a strange man watching you from the treeline. Without wasting a moment, she sprung up onto her feet, grabbed her bag, and ran in the opposite direction. Ivan sighed with dismay, disappointed that he didn't get to meet the gorgeous woman with the most gorgeous voice he had heard in his life.

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It had been a couple of days since someone had spotted you in the forest. Being a very shy and reclusive person, you ran away without a second thought. You were kicking yourself for that now. Maybe they just wanted to talk to you. You thought about it rather often. You only caught a small glimpse of the person who saw you; from what you saw, they looked rather handsome. Oh well, there wasn't really much you could do about it now anyway. On that day, you had finished all the books you had borrowed from your local library and decided it was time to return them and take home some more to read. So, you decided to walk to the library, expecting it to be a normal visit. Get to the library, return your books, have a small chat with the librarian, pick out your new books, and go home. Simple as that! Well, not today.

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Coincidentally, on that same day, the rangers also decided to take a trip to the library. They all browsed the shelves, Ivan looking at a section dedicated to different hobbies with Riley. They both wanted to see what kind of swordsmanship books they had, but as they browsed, Ivan spotted a book about the gift of singing. It made him think back to you, and he struck up a conversation with Riley about his encounter. He was slightly disappointed that the two or you hadn't gotten to speak but hoped that maybe on another day, he'd be able to have a decent conversation with you. Unbeknownst to Ivan, as he described this encounter, you were on the other side of the shelf.

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As your earbuds had died before you left your apartment, you had to wander around without them. Now that you think about it, it just might have been fate. You were browsing books about singing, hoping to improve on it. However, as you searched, you heard a voice on the other side. Not having anything else to listen to, you tuned in on their conversation. Oh my god. No way. It was the man who had been watching you from the treeline a few days back. He described the exact encounter at the exact same time at the exact same place. Wanting to know more about this stranger and having a free day, you decided you'd follow him around. Yes, it sounded creepy, and it might've been, but it increased your chances of getting to know him, so you might as well.

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Ivan met up with the rest of his friends, and they began their walk back to the museum. You followed not too far behind them, curious as to where they were going. The redecorating hadn't yet been finished, but Kendall needed two employees to be tour guides and selected Shelby and Ivan. You followed the two of them back to the museum. You had never been in a museum and were incredibly intrigued by it. Crowds made you feel uncomfortable and nervous, so you avoided crowds or tour guides and decided to wander around by yourself instead of getting a tour guide. It was your first time in a museum, and you were incredibly interested. You pulled out your camera and took multiple pictures. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ivan's group approaching their last section, the section you were in. You quickly left the museum before they could approach you. You hadn't noticed, but Ivan has actually spotted you in that section. He wanted to rush over and hopefully get to talk to you, but before he could, you left the museum. Once again, he felt disappointed but was hopeful that the two of you would cross paths once again.

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It had been a few weeks since Ivan had last seen you, and the two of you hadn't bumped into each other since. You were too nervous to go back to the museum, so you usually just stayed at your apartment or went to a different section of the woods. Since the café had reopened, all the rangers were back at work once again, so Ivan couldn't roam the woods in search of you. It was business as usual until Ms. Morgan alerted them of alien bio signs in the woods. When she sent over the location, Ivan couldn't help but notice how close it was to the spot he first saw you in. His heart stopped as he pondered if the monsters were there to hurt you. This thought only made him want to get to the woods even faster. As they ran through the woods, they decided to morph in a thick section of the forest where nobody would see them. After morphing, they got to the section of the woods where the bio signs were. No way. In the clearing was a girl. But not just any girl, a ranger. She fought the monsters but was close to being outnumbered and overwhelmed. She seemed to be getting weaker, so the rangers jumped in and helped. As they fought, they noticed the absence of the girl. She appeared to be the crimson ranger. She had one of the few energems they didn't have their hands on yet. The rangers realised she was nowhere to be seen, Ivan scanned the clearing, spotting a red blur running towards the spot he had first seen you in. The rangers could deal with the monsters, so Ivan took off after hed.

He caught up to her, seeing the new ranger sat on her knees, removing her helmet. Ivan's eyes widened at the sight of you. You were the ranger they had just seen. Slowly approaching you, he removed his helmet. "Hello, milady, please dont run, I must talk to you." You whipped your head around fast enough to give you whiplash, eyes filled with nervousness and fear. The urge to flee consumed you, but you fought it. The realisation hit you; it was the same man who had seen you here last time and the same man you followed around the museum. He took another step closer, but you stayed put. As he got closer, you felt safer... it was unusual. Typically, the closer people were to you, the more uncomfortable you felt. But this time, it was different. His presence made you feel safe. He slowly came and sat beside you, eyes softened. From the corner of his eye, he could see a multitude of different types of wildlife proceed towards the two of you. Ivan couldn't help but notice how much more relaxed you seemed with the animals surrounding the two of you. You motioned for Ivan to continue. "I'm not sure if you recognise me, but I saw you here a few weeks ago." You nodded, signalling to him that you did in fact recognise him. "I also notice that you're a power ranger, like me. I know it seems daunting to be one but you've been selected for a reason." Your face seemed nervous at this, unsure if you were right for this. "I don't know; I'm not sure I'm made for this. I'm not strong or brave enough to do this." Your voice was soft and shaky, but adorable to Ivan. He barely knew you but was sure he had a crush on you. He noticed your shaky hands, hugging your knees. In fact, your whole body was shaking lightly. He slowly placed a hand atop of yours, silently reassuring you it was alright. Your eyes met his, seeming thankful for the gesture. "Please, join our team. I beg of you." Your thoughts raced through your head and before you could think straight, you spoke softly. "Okay. I'll join you." He smiled at you, his smile made you blush ever so slightly but it thankfully went unnoticed by Ivan.

Ever so gently, Ivan took you wrist and guided you back to the battle. This time, you were a lot braver and were willing to help out but usually stuck to Ivan's side. As the battle finished, the rangers took you back to the museum. On the walk back, you stuck to Ivan's side like glue. Ivan felt safe to you, comforting and kind. No matter what, you were almost always with Ivan. The rangers teased Ivan about it on the rare occasions the two of you were separated, certain that Ivan had a crush on you. He called it absurd but deep down, he knew that they were right.

After a couple of months, Ivan decided he'd ask you to be his girlfriend. It was Ivan's day off but you were working so he had time to go buy some things and plan out the day without you finding out. He went to some stores, bought your favourite type of flowers and other things that you liked. After work, he went back to the museum to ask you if you'd be interested in going on a picnic in the forest. You graciously accepted, having a deep love and adoration for the forest. The two of you began walking, enjoying a quiet conversation or a comfortable silence. As you got closer to the clearing the two of you met in. Pulling out a picnic blanket from your bag, you gently set it down on the grass.

Just behind you, Ivan was reaching under a raised rock to retrieve the flowers he had purchased. As you laid out all the food, Ivan was straightening out all of his clothes and holding the flowers. You turned around to ask him something before you softly gasped. Ivan stood there, with an adorable and bashful smile and wielding your favourite flowers. Before you could respond, he began a small speech. "(Y/N), for as long as I can remember, I've loved you. From the first second I saw you in this clearing, I knew you were the one for me. So, would you please do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" You smiled at him before softly replying "Of course, Ivan."

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