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Hear me out.

what if I make a fanfic series for Moonknight

#moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant x you #jake lockely x you #marc spector x you

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CRYING AND RIPPING MY HAIR OUT (spoilers ahead for COD MW3)

THEY KILLED SOAP

#call of duty mw3 #cod mw3 #soap mw3 #mw3 spoilers #call of duty #ghost cod #gaz cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod #price cod

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Kinktober 7

♡: Din Djarin x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: Sex pollen, contains suggestive stuff, slight breeding kink, size kink, masturbation, oral

Word count:1.1k

A/n: Needa re-watch The Mandalorian again <3 (another late post)

Summary: You step on a pollen flower that caused you to feel a certain way.

You were on a bounty hunt with Din. A Mandalorian and your best friend.

You guys reunited only a year ago. And you agree to help him take care of things.

For example the green child. He was a mysterious little guy. Moved stuff with his tiny hands.

But he was a sweet kid. He'd throw up frogs to show you.

It was… a way the child showed affection, but nevermind that.

The Mandalorian. You never thought the stories you were told as a child with him, that Din would become just like them.

It's not like you hated it or anything. It's just, you haven't seen his face ever since the attack, you guys were children back then.

You guys were in the forest, searching for Din's bounty. He ran off somewhere around here.

The bounty you were hunting with him seems to be a biochemist. You were aware of this, but not aware enough.

"Watch your steps." Din snakes an arm around you. You were about to trip on a vine of a plant.

"Yeah, yeah got it." You slid out of his grasp. "Besides, I'm more careful than you think," You replied.

Not even two seconds later, you tripped over a giant orange plant.

Orange dust overflowed the air, and you were sitting on the flower. Orange dust substances were now on your clothing.

They were on Din's beskar too. The child wasn't caught in the mess, because he closed his pod before you fell.

The kid sneezed then coo. You were pretty embarrassed and frustrated. You cough out the smoky orange powder.

"Dank farrik!" You cussed, you heard a chuckle from him. "Maker, you think this is funny?"

You pout. The green child was laughing too. You let out a sigh, and Din helped you up. You didn't see what was on his face because of the helmet.

But you knew it was the look of "I told you so." Under that helmet, smirking.

"C'mon, even the little guy saw it from a mile away." He huffed. You rolled your eyes at him, clearly annoyed.

Suddenly you felt a warm fuzzy sensation strike in your body. Your legs felt weak, and your thighs felt tighter against each other.

Din saw the change in your reaction, "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

Your pussy felt like it was on fire. "Y—yeah, I'm fine." You said, you didn't notice how much you were gripping on his armor.

Or how close you were to him. You could smell his scent, his musky scent. His body was warm.

You were basically melting into his touch.

Maker… Something was happening, and it was driving you nuts. Your body temperature rises, and Din could tell.

"You don't seem fine. Me and the child can handle it, just get back to the Razor Crest." He said, you nodded.

You were now back in the Razor Crest. You tried to clean your body in the freshener, but something was fogging your mind.

Pleasure. You needed pleasure. You needed that friction between your legs. You stuck two digits into yourself, trying to ease that painful pleasure needed.

You weren't satisfied, it hurt how much you couldn't pleasure yourself. So you left the shower.

Without easing the fire in your core. You step out the freshener with a pair of clean clothes. You headed into the cubby to rest.

Maybe the hot feeling in your body will disappear.

But, nope.

You were wrong again. Man you were on a streak.

You were in the cubby bed, fingers inside of yourself. Trying to ease the fire. You let out rough moans.

The door of the cubby was closed, and you had a blanket over yourself. The room and small space didn't help your body cool down.

Your scrawny fingers didn't work, even if you added more digits. Nothing works, just pathetic moans.

You saw the cubby open and jolted, gripping the blanket.

It was Din.

He grabbed your ankle pulling you closer to him, closing the cubby behind him. He was just looking at you.

"H-How was your bounty?" You spoke trying to ease the embarrassing moment. He took off his gloves.

"Need you." He said, sliding the blank off of you. He turned off the light, and you heard hissing.

You couldn't see anything, but you assume that he took off his helmet.

Before that, you felt a warm mouth on your cunt. Din's calloused hands were on your thigh, spreading you open.

"Wait ah- what about Din- t-the child?" You tried to form words.

"He's asleep in the cockpit." He spoke on your cunt, vibrating.

Even if the child was still asleep, you didn't want him to stop anyway.

He was so good with his tongue, the way he knew where you felt at best. He was working his way in your gummy walls.

Moans and whines were coming out of you. You squirm underneath his tongue. Your hands touched his locks. You gripped on them tight.

Your back arched as it just arrived at your climax. Din gave you a few seconds to cool down before he worked on his bottom armor.

He pepper you would kisses on your neck before pushing his hard cock into your wet folds.

You gripped the bedsheets harshly as Din filled your tiny cunt with his cock. He gave you a few moments to adjust.

He place his hand on your stomach to feel the bulge. He pushes down slightly to get a whimper out of you.

"You're adorable, cyar'ika."

You heard his voice clearly. He never takes off the helmet so, this was your first time hearing his actual voice.

He grinned. As he started to thrust. It was a constant pace.

All you could do was moan, barely able to form words. Wet thrusting was all that was heard.

You rolled your eyes to the back of your skull, because of the overwhelming pleasure. You were building up to your climax.

One last thrust and you came. A white ring around his cock. He could feel you squeezing and tightens around his cock.

The pollen from that flower kicked in and you two did a few more rounds.

Before Din pulled out, coming on top of you. He kissed you one last time before lying beside you.

He's been dying to spend the night with you. And his wish came true.

#the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian #mandalorian x you #mando x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #din dijarin fanfiction #din dijarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x female reader

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Kinktober 6

♡: Spider-noir x Spider!f!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: Bondage kink, what usually is in smut, oral, has some plot, 90's slang, unprotected sex (wrap it before tapping it irl 🙏) some praising

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: it's been so long since I wrote abt this man 😫 (late post)

Summary: Noir has been stressed, you lend a hand (or a mouth) to help him relieve the stress.

The spider-verse or the Arachno- Whatever it was called. You liked the name spider-verse better.

Anyways

You've been spider-women for about a year now. You were invited to the Spider Society, by Miguel O'Hara.

6 feet tall grumpy rainstorm. He was the guy who ran the thing, surprisingly.

Forget him, you were sent on missions with other spider-people.

I mean talk about how many spider-man and women there were.

There was one spider-man you got along with the most. You two clicked on the first meet. 

And maybe you develop a tiny crush on him, on the way.

But who wouldn't?!

He was outgoing, cute, funny, and such a gentleman. Basically irresistible.

Spider-noir. A spider-man from the 30's. With his fancy hat and coat. Not to mention the silly goggles he uses.

You two just finished a mission, swiftly capturing the anomaly.

Noir wanted you to swing by the bar with him. (Literally) He loved spending his time with you. 

So imagine how happy he was when you agreed to join him. He opened the door for you and you walked into the bar.

He ordered himself an egg cream. While you order yourself carbonated beverages. You both sat in the corner to draw less attention to yourselves.

As your drinks were handed you took a sip of yours. You looked at Noir, he's pulled up half of his mask.

You could see his lips. His kissable lips.** You smiled slightly.

"So, how's your week?" You asked him, trying to conjure small talk.

"It's gotten better." He smiled. 

"Rough week, hm?" You questioned. "Yeah, you could say that." He hummed. He placed down his drink.

"Wanna talk about it?" You tilted your head.

"I don't want to bore you to death, doll." He muttered.

"It's fine, I won't mind."  You softly smiled at him.

"Well, it's been sort of stressful. With the missions and everything. " He sighed.

"Miguel hasn't given you a day off?" You frowned. His head shook. You tried to process what he just told you.

"Well, I could help you…" You hid your face with your drink.

"With the sick day?" He responded. "No with the stress, of course." You grin. He flinch upon hearing you say that, choking on his drink.

"H-How so?" He stuttered, obviously turning red by the second. He was thinking of something, something messy.

You chuckled slightly at his flustered state. He knew what you were thinking about.

"Only if you're up to it." You smiled. He pulled his mask down and got up. He was too flustered to even think.

He went over to pay the bartender, and went back over to you. He picked you up bride style.

You two headed out.

He swung back to his apartment. Placing you down on the balcony.

"You‐ okay?" He asked, checking to see if he didn't harm you in any way. "I'm good, you know I could have swung with you."

"Right! Goodness, It must have scrambled from my mind." He blushed under his mask, embarrassed.

He was so focused on being close to you, he completely forgot you were also a spider-man. He felt like he was everywhere, when he was close to you.

"Sit," You stated.

You pointed over to his couch. He complied and sat down. You sat below him, on your knees.

You slid off his pants. His length flung out, as it was already hard. He covers his face with a hand.

Nervous, his grit throbbed. You pulled off your mask, showed your face.

Noir had seen your face before, he was just always in awe seeing your beautiful face.

Goodness gracious, you were so perfect. He couldn't help thinking.

You held his cock in your hands. You kissed his tip, the pre-cum all over your lips.

You devour his cock into your mouth, balls deep. It touched deep in your throat. You gag on his cock.

Noir felt the vibration of your gaging, small whimpers left him.

You went down on him, which got Noir to make a lot more sounds. His hips buckled, his hand gripping the couch.

You looked at him, big pleady eyes, enjoying his noises. He can't bear to lay a finger on you. You were too pretty for his own pleasure.

You bobbed your head up and down at a pace he was satisfied at. His groans and whimpering were leaking.

Your cunt felt like it was throbbing, on how much he was making you aroused.

You knew he was close by his breathing, one final deep throating, and you felt all his warmth slick in your throat.

You swallow all of it. Every last drop of it. Noir got red noticing upon this.

You got up and sat beside him. He pushed you onto your back.

He was now on top of you. He now had his mask off. He raises both of your arms up, webbing them together.

He kissed your neck. "I want you to feel good now, Doll." He mumbled in your ear. You couldn't help but blushed at his words.

"May I?" He tugged at your suit. You nodded and allowed him to undress you. He gently took off your suit.

Noir was nervous, wanting to please and pleasure you. He wanted to do a good job of it.

He loved you so much.

He saw your underwear, and it made his cock get tighter. He saw the wetness seeping through your panties.

He pulled it off you, revealing your puffed cunt. He lined his cock with your entrance. The head of his tip enters you.

You let out a moan, as he started to stretch you. You tighten around him. He grunted, at your squeezing.

"Goodness gracious, you are so tight…" He praised you.

He laid out small kisses on you. You felt yourself go breathless from his kissing. You were also nervous too.

He got his full length to fit inside you, so perfectly, like you were made for him. He huffed and started moving in and out.

His pace was sloppy, but good enough for you to build up your orgasm.

You moan every time he deepens his thrust. He was quite good for being inexperienced, you thought.

Was he though?

No clue.

He continues his pace, making you feel amazing. You whine, longing to grab something,

Your arms were webbed, making it a lot harder to resist orgasming.

You moaned, when you reached your climax. A cum ring around Noir's cock. You didn't want to stop here and neither did Noir.

So he continues to fuck you a lot quicker, but still at a gentle touch.

"Ah mn- ha, shit-" You moaned at every thrust. Your thighs were shaking at the tense feeling.

"N-noir, ah" More wet noises filled the room. You felt so helpless without your hands and arms.

I mean you could've probably broken out of those webs by now, but…

What's the fun in that?

"Al' most there, sweetheart." He kissed your stomach.

Noir's been holding your legs up for a steady thrust. You could feel him getting close because the pace quickened.

You rubbed your clit trying to increase the pleasure. As you came, Noir pulled out his seed spilling all over your stomach.

He hid his face in embarrassment. He broke you out of your bondage.

You got up quickly to kiss his lips, just what you wanted to do earlier.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, lifting the mask off his face. He took glasses out of his pocket to wear.

You giggled, "Still pretty cute with glasses, hm?" 

"You too, you're pretty delightful too." He confessed.

You both bathe in each other's warmth the rest of the night.

#spidernoir x reader #spiderman noir x reader #spider noir x reader #spiderman noir #spider noir x you #spider man noir x reader #spidernoir x y/n #spidernoir x you

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Kinktober 5

♡: Keegan P. Russ x f!reader

Gerne: little angst / smut

Warning: Mention of suggestive, breeding kink, cockwarming, cum play, sort of pain kink, rough sex sort of, some dark themes, shy reader

Word count: 1.0k

A/n: he's a cutie fr 😋 (still haven't seen the game play)

Summary: Private training sessions with Keegan.

After another failed mission, stress ran through your blood. Not able to rest, you got up.

You were training out in the field at night. Everyone was probably asleep by now.

That failed mission frustrated you. You needed to train harder to make sure stuff like that didn't happen.

You needed to work on holding your gun, and maybe other positions too.

"Private, you're not holding it correctly." Keegan sneers. You flinch at his voice, looking over to him.

He got up close to you, positioning you correctly. You felt his breathing against your neck.

"What are you doing up so late?" You asked him.

"I could ask the same about you." He held your waist and arm.

"Training…" You mumble. "After a mission? Shouldn't you be resting?" He spoke calmly.

You look forward to trying to position yourself. You bit your lip. "It— well sort of failed." You were ashamed to even say that to him.

You heard him breath deeply, sighing.

Keegan… one of the Ghost's. 

They were known to be aggressive in battle. Cold, and brutal. You were surprised he was here with you even.

He never looked your way.

"So, that's why you had trouble sleeping, kid?" He chuckled. You grumbled at his laugh.

He pulled you closer to him. "I could help you train. It'll help you sleep too."

Wait what? Did he just..? No way right? You probably heard him wrong, but the way he's holding you…

He's being serious, is he?

You felt warmth replacing your stress. You nodded shyly.

"To my barrack then, Princess?" He led you back into the base, into his barrack.

Man he was lucky to have the room all to himself. Maybe it was one of the perks of being a Ghost.

He trailed you to his bed. He pin you against the bed, "You don't know how long I've been wanting you."

He stroked your face, your face turning red. You didn't know how to respond to all of this.

He raised your hand to kiss. "Tell me when to stop, m'kay?" He was unbuckling his pants and you fumble off with yours.

You were still in your top still, but your pants were off. He saw the wet spot in your underwear.

He used his thumb to rub your clit through your underwear roughly. You let out a strang moan.

There was a hungry look in his eyes. A hunger for lust. He slid off your underwear to reveal a soaking cunt.

You were wet for him. He angled his length into your cunt, it was easy to slip in since you were basically dripping.

You let out a harsh moan. As you feel him penetrate your cervix, you whimper at his length. It was too much.

Your body squirmed against him.

He continues at a rough pace going in and out. Your body suckles him, hips bucking for his cock.

You were squeezing him so much. A few grunts and groans were heard. You bit down on your lips trying to contain the moans.

You covered your face, embarrassed by the sound you were making.

"Sweetheart let it out, let me hear your beautiful noises." He murmurs against you. His pace quickened to your liking, to make sure you were making noises.

"ha- mphm no- I mgh, f-fuck Keegan" you barely could form words as you felt your orgasm. It was overwhelming.

"Thaat's it, let go." He grinned, he moved your arms above your head. He pushed himself down deeper.

You let out whimpers, your back arched beautifully. You felt like you were seeing stars, because of how good he was making you feel.

You created moon crescent on his arm, because of how hard he was fucking you. You quickly arrived at your second orgasm. As his speed slows down for you.

He was close.

You could tell he was close.

"Can I fill you up?" He whispered, you agreed, wanting to feel more of him. He peppers kissed on your neck.

One last thrust and he held himself deep inside of you. You felt a warm sensation in your stomach.

He painted your inside with his seed. As you went limp, he lied beside you. Holding you close to his chest.

His cock still inside you, not wanting to waste his seed. He used his cock to plug you. You could still feel his hardness against your walls.

His greed and lust for you grew, he wanted you. He didn't want anyone else to have you.

You were his, and he was yours.

He wondered if he could plant a baby inside of you, then you would be his.

He unplugged himself, to watch the cum drip out of you. You gasp feeling the lost of warmth in your cunt.

He used his thick fingers to push thr cum back into you. You let out a tired moan each time he pushed it back in.

Fuck, he was good.

His still hard cock laid on your stomach.

"Up for anothe' one, hm?" He asked gently. You laid your head on his shoulder.

"Mmhm." You mumbled. As he positioned you on your stomach. He thrust his still hard cock back into your aching cunt.

Keegan let out a grunt, as you were tightened around him again.

His cock kissed your cervix constantly. To the point where the only thing you knew how to say was his name.

You felt your orgasm once again building up. He held you in a rough position, making you want more.

He grab the fat part of your thigh and pushed himself against you even more.

You both came at the same time.

Lying limp next to each other. He brought you in closer right next to him, as you fell quickly asleep.

Keegan kissed you goodnight.

#keegan p russ #cod keegan #keegan p. russ x reader #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #keegan russ #keegan russ x you #keegan cod #keegan russ smut

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Kinktober 4

♡: Marc Spector x f!reader

Genre: Smut/fluff

Warning: smut, overstimulating, some somnophilia (with consent ofc), little bit of cock warming, oral 69, British slang, mention of Steven and Jake, aftercare <3

Word Count: 0.9k

A/n: MY BELOVED MOON KNIGHT 🫶

Summary: After a long day the boys come home seeing that you couldn't sleep, he helps you.

It was midnight, and they were still not home. You should have gone to sleep but you just weren't able to.

Ever since you met them. Marc and his other alters, you love very much. It's been different. You couldn't sleep alone anymore.

All the night you sleep with him, huddle up close. The warmth you missed. Missed too much to the point you couldn't sleep without him.

You knew he was working doing his duty and he had the suit. The suit of Khonshu's avatar. The Egypt God of the moon.

So there wouldn't be a way he would badly get hurt or die.

But still you couldn't help but worry. All the missions he has to go through, and all the sinful lives he has to get rid off.

You knew it was for the greater good, but if the greater good was months of no sleep, you would have preferred the greater evil.

And God your body was exhausted but you couldn't sleep. It's just been like that for a few weeks.

You sat on the couch watching TV to kill time. There wasn't anything great on the channel, or maybe because it was midnight.

You just finished a shower, so you threw a t-shirt and underwear on. Since you were too lazy to actually put on pants.

Jake sent a message a while ago, saying that they were gonna come home. A while ago was a day ago.

Not too long, but he has been gone for a good three months.

Click.

You looked over to the front door. There was a crack light and a figure, shaped like your boyfriend.

You didn't know who fronted, but you were too tired to find out.

"Luv?" A sweet British accent was heard. It was Steven, nonetheless. "You're not asleep yet?"

"Nope… Was waiting for you guys." You laid your head on him, you mumbled. "Can't sleep, luv?" Steven kissed your forehead, he held you.

"Nuh uh." You spoke. Steven giggled, "s'that my shirt innit?" He dug his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

You felt a change of grip. That's when you realized Marc fronted. His hold on you tightens.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting hun." He mumble, pecking you on the lips. That peck turns into a lustful kiss.

Marc laid you down on the couch, his legs in-between yours.

"I'll help you fall asleep to make it up, okay?" He softly whispers to you. You nodded. "Just lemme do it for you."

His kiss trailed down to your thigh. He smirks, realizing you were just in your underwear. He rubs his thumb over the wet spot you had.

You let out a small whimper. He slips off your underwear smoothly. You were wet already under his touch.

He lifted your thigh seeing your wet cunt, he stuck two fingers into your puffed cunt. You let out a lustful moan.

Marc knew you and your sensitive spots. He'd pump his fingers into your small cunt, along with rubbing your clit.

He got you to climax all over his fingers. You rode his fingers to ease your orgasm. Your back arched as you rolled your eyes back into your skull.

Marc chuckled, "Feelin' Good, m?" He kissed your thigh, tracing down to your cunt. You felt his tongue carve into you.

You look down at your cunt. Seeing his eyes connect to yours. He looked hungry, but was willing to share his pleasure.

He knew you too well, all the spot that pleased you the most. His tongue flicked in and out.

You were building up to your second orgasm, as his tongue grinds against you. Your body was exhausted already but it still held on.

As you quickly arrive at your second orgasm. Marc pulled out after, and you heard shuffling around his belt.

Before you felt a warm heat inserted through your slit. You felt a hard cock penetrate you. He slipped in easily to how wet you were.

Your aroused built up, but the body exhaustion wasn't too happy. You closed your eyes.

Marc asked, "Are you tired?" You nodded, "Uh huh… you could continue…" you drift to your slumber.

Marc smiled at you, he kissed your forehead.

He got in positions and started slowly pounding your cunt. You let out moans for every thrust.

Marc let out a string of curses, "Baby, you're so tight." He whispered, knowing you couldn't hear him.

He felt your orgasm, as your pussy squeezed around him. You were so sensitive In your sleep. You moaned.

He carried you to bed to continue. 

Marc thrust into you until he got to his orgasm. He pulled out emptying his seed onto you. He thrust back in.

Nesting his cock into your cunt, spooning you. He laid right beside you, and slept.

He was too tired for this.

Jake on the other hand, wanted to clean you up. He fronted and got up.

He ran a bath for you, picking up your fragile and exhausted body. He also goes into the bath. 

He brushed your hair out and washed your body as well as his own.

Once he finished cleaning you up, he dressed you in comfortable clothes, and placed you down in your bed gently.

Jake wraps his arms around you, holding you in a tight hug.

#moon knight fanfic #moon knight x reader #moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x you #jake lockely smut #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector #mr knight

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might make more than one fic next week 🤭

#fan fiction

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Kinktober 3

♡: Ghost x f!reader x König

Genre: Smut

Warning: Mention of threesome, suggestive content, oral, and masturbation, slow-ish build up, German translated words, bad British slang, ooc ghost and könig maybe

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: I can take them both… ☺️

Summary: Completing your mission early than you thought, you end up fucking with two other taskforce members.

You may be wondering, how the hell did you get stuck with these two bastards?

One from Task Force 141. Ghost, a cold but stern lieutenant. Has a knack for basically a lot of combat things. And had big fingers to pleasure-

And the other one is from KorTac. König is a harsh and anti–social soldier. The fact that he is a colonel makes it scarier. He's massive too does that mean his dic-

And you. You were just a sergeant. Stuck with two higher status. At least they were hot

Each task force commander wanted to make a peace offering with each other. So, for this to happen.

They decided to group us up into groups of 3. Made up of 3 different task force members.

You were hesitant about this idea at first. But it couldn't be too bad, since you were gonna get paid more than usual.

The mission you got with these two was going to be a little difficult. Since teamwork wasn't easy for you.

The usual warehouse, find Intel, and report back.

You three were against the wall. Ghost had the lead since he was the best at stealth. He signals for you two to head in.

You three take out a few soldiers, trying to limit sounds from them.

"s'On y'ur six!" Ghost shouted. Gunfire raged through the building. Out numbering you.

So much for stealth.

Everyone decided to split up, since the warehouse was pretty large. You three went different ways, still holding radio contact with each other.

You found a computer room filled with papers and files. The one with the missile logs sticks out. The one you needed to find.

You pressed on your radio.

"This is (Y/n), I've found the Intel, repeat I've found the Intel." You spoke.

"Copy s'that" König spoke. "Affirmative." Ghost said.

You pace to the doors to see multiple soldiers on the ground. You looked around for exits. There were bodies everywhere.

As you found one, you found the two guys at the end of it. They were definitely chatting. As they turned their head to you.

"Here it is." You held the file up. They both looked at each other and nodded.

The mission was quickly dealt with faster than expected, you three crashed at a random motel.

The two men shared a bed while you had yours. They went out for a smoke, so you were in the room yourself.

You were bored too. And it wasn't like they were taking a small smoke. They have their stress relief and you have yours.

So just an orgasm wouldn't hurt, hm?

You had the blanket over yourself and slid your hands down your pants, you rub your clit with your thumb.

Small moans slip from you as you slip two fingers inside and out at your pace. You faceplate on your pillow to lower the moan.

You knew they were outside, but it's not like they can hear you moan their name out. You muffled yourself.

You closed your eyes,  imagining the two large men on you. Touching you everywhere. You couldn't help but moan out their name.

You came quickly, world record maybe.

You tried again, seeing if you could come again, a second time.

Before you tried again, you felt a breeze over your body. You open your eyes, to see two large men looming over you.

Your two teammates caught you masturbating, how embarrassing. You got flustered and quickly scramble to pull up your pants, but they both stop you.

Instead they help you take off your clothes. And they took off their pants.

You saw how it sprung out of their pants. Their large cocks seem harder than anything. You gulped.

As they position you where you were facing their cocks. Ghost behind you, while König was in front of you.

"Say ah, schatz, weit offen für mich" (Darling, open up for me) König commanded in a soft tone.

You did as you were asked. You opened your mouth wide for him. As you felt his large size fill your mouth. Basically touching down your throat. You barely were half way down his cock.

Your cunt was dripping with aroused. Ghost easily slip into you, which makes you gag on König's cock. That pushes you closer to his happy trail.

Ghost stretch you out so desperately. And you squeeze him so desperately. Your pink walls consuming him. He was so large for you.

"M'tight f'me?" He groaned.

Ghost pushed his cock further into you, kissing your cervix, you sent out a choke moan. Vibrates through König's cock, he grunted.

It sends a Shock Wave of pleasure throughout your body. You felt like you were seeing stars.

He gripped your hair pushing your head at his speed, before coming in your throat.

"Swallow." He demanded, and you swallow his thick warm salty cum. He pulled out to spread some of it on your face.

"You're s'gonna break before she cums, s'mate." Ghost grunted out, thrusting into you. You let out strings of moans onto the König cock.

"You're such a slut aren't you?" König grinned at how sloppy and messy you looked.

They both thrust into you. 

"M'gonna so close.." You moaned.

Leaving you in a simulated mess, coming multiple times within the span of 3 minutes.

You squeeze Ghost's cock delightfully, making him groan. As for König, you continue to suck him. Ghost comes into you.

You lose the warmth when he pulls out. They both switch spots. Ghost in front and König behind you.

They stuff you with their cocks and continue their pace. All you could do is moan and whimper under their commands.

"Scheiße, tut mir so gut…" (Shit, so good for me) König groaned.

You barely could form words anymore, but still you wanted more. All you could say was their names. Like it was your only vocabulary.

You barely knew how many orgasms they ripped out from you. And you milked their cocks too. Your thighs were shaking, fuck your whole body was shaking.

You were overstimulated and overwhelmed as fuck.

They changed your position, you were now on top of König, Ghost was right behind you. They both filled up both of your back holes.

Cum dumping in you, until they were satisfied.

They tried to fit both of their cocks in one of your holes.

"It's not gonna fit." You cried out. They both comforted you. It eventually fits, but stretches you out.

You eventually passed out due to exhaust. Cuddling against the two men.

Who knew harsh men could be this soft?

They ran a bath for you, and cleaned you up. They praised you and made sure you were okay.

You were definitely going on more missions with them.

#ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #konig x you #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig x reader #konig #konig call of duty #konig fanfiction #konig smut #konig x y/n #konig imagine #simon riley smut #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #konig modern warfare

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Kinktober 2

♡: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Genre: Smut / little bit of angst

Warning: Mention of suggestive content, masturbation, sex toys, dom!Miguel, spanglish, soft sex, size kink

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: I love Oscar Issac characters 🤭

Summary: Your boyfriend was out being Spider-Man and at the Spider-HQ. While you sat home needing pleasure.

Miguel O'Hara

Your boyfriend, the one you've been dating for 3 years and been living with, is Spider-Man. Who would've known.

You, of course he told you. You were the sun to his days, and the stars to his night.

You sort of understood why he was busy now. The days he disappeared and came back.

Now he's busy, sometimes he'd be too busy to spend time with you. All because "the faith of the multiverse lies in his hand"

He would say it all the time. Sometimes you would wish the multiverse would just pause.

You just finished your period, so you started ovulating. It was midnight.

Needing to feel friction between your legs. But your boyfriend wasn't there. So you had to resort to other options.

Toys.

You got toys for yourself, well your friends did for a "prank" during Christmas. Not just one but a whole box. 

Miguel didn't know about this.

You just had them stored in your personal drawer.

Now it just sat in the apartment you and Miguel shared.

So why not use it for a bit? It's not like Miguel would know. If he found out it would hurt his pride and ego.

But he wasn't going to find out, fuck he barely comes homes for that matter.

So you grab the pink toy out of your drawer. It came with a remote control. Sliding down your underwear.

You prep yourself with your two unsatisfied fingers, and insert the pink toy.

You let out a small moan. It wasn't as big as your boyfriend, but it will make do. 

You turned on the remote and turned it on the lowest setting working your way up. Small pants would leave you but that was it.

That when you heard the door. You scramble the sheets over you. You didn't have enough time to turn it off, as the remote fell on the floor.

It must have upped the speed, because you felt a speedier vibration in your cunt. Cause you to choke up a few moans.

The hunk of man walked into your shared bedroom.

"Miguel?" You rasp, you were surprised he came home, he would have texted you ahead or something.

He still had his hologram suit on.

"(Y/n)? You're still awake?" He asked, closing the door behind him. "I– was busy." You replied with a huff.

You glimpse at the toy's remote on the floor. You didn't want to make eye contact with it, since Miguel would find it.

But it seems to be too late.

Because he picked it up, examining it. "And what is this?" He glared at you. "Wait don't—" You let out a moan as he turned up the speed.

When realized what it was, he lifted up the blankets. He let out a low chuckle.

"Busy, you say?" He smirks, dipping into bed. Your face flustered a rose color. "You haven't come yet, have you?" He spoke in a flirtatious tone.

You shook your head. "I... want to. You haven't been home for a while." You looked away feeling a little disappointed. 

Miguel's face softened. As he pulled the toy from your soaked cunt. You could tell he was sort of pissed from the toy touching you.

You laid on your back as he lifted your leg up.

"I've been neglecting you haven't I, mi vida?" He kissed up to your thigh. You nodded. "I'll make up for it, okay? I'll make you feel good." He mutters against your skin.

He made his lips to your lower lips, he placed the toy up to your clit. He started to use his tongue to pleasure you, eating you out and pushing his tongue in and out.

It ripped a few moans from you, edging you to your first orgasm. He let you ride it out for a bit. You held onto his brown locks, riding his nose.

Before sticking his large two fingers into you, pumping them. You jolted slightly to the feeling. More moans and whimpering started to slip out of you.

Before you knew it, he inserted a third finger. Which got you to climax on his finger. Your slick on his fingers he pulled out seeing the clear liquid.

He let out a low chuckle as Miguel's suit hologram faded. Showing nothing but his fat cock. It was rock hard. It was on top of your stomach.

You could feel your core dripping with aroused. You wanted to feel him so bad. "Tell me when it's too much, m'kay?" He kissed your neck.

As he slid in the head of his cock into you, letting out a choked moan. It was only the head and you felt as if he was stretching you out.

"Such a pretty small cunt, 'ust for me." He started sliding his cock in more. Your back arched, feeling him stretch you out even more.

You could see the stomach bulge he gave you. You mewl and whine, on his cock.

"You're squeezing me, Mami." He grinned at the size difference between you two. He was such a big man as for you, you were such a small lady.

Miguel gripped the fat of your thigh. He bullied his cock all the way to your cervix, kissing it deeply. You let out hoarse moans. 

He started thrusting at a satisfying pace. Every thrust was another moan out of you. You could feel your third orgasm build up.

Miguel deepens his thrust everytime, almost always hitting your g-spot. You gripped his arm tightly.

Digging moon crescent on his arm. One final thrust and you spill on his cock. His still hard cock soaks with your come. You squeeze him tight underneath, hearing a grunt from Miguel.

"3rd one, already? Impressive, Mami" he praised you, by whispering sweet little nothings into your ear. He started kissing and nibbling on your neck.

You whimper as you feel your legs trembling. "Can you do one 'ore? 'ust for me?" He mutters against your neck.

"Mmphm" You agreed. He smiled, tucking a loose strang of hair behind your ear. He kissed your temple, starting to move around inside your stomach.

He started moving again, a quicker place than earlier, but still pleasurable. You felt like you were seeing stars, your eyes rolled back.

You were squeezing him so desperately, wanting him to stay inside you. He pulled out to come on your stomach.

A thick salty smell dripped from his cock, all over your stomach, little grunts you could hear by him.

Miguel got off of you, grabbing a damp towel to clean you, he threw the towel on the floor and held you close to him.

You were lying on his chest. 

Half asleep.

He was going to stay here with you, until you didn't need him anymore.

"Why did you come home? You usually never do that." You hum.

"I had spidey-sense you were in need of help." He puffed.

Not knowing Lyla was really the reason why he showed up. She told him you were in need.

#miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel o'hara x f!reader #miguel o'hara x female reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel ohara #spiderman atsv #astv #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 spiderverse

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Kinktober 1

♡: Brahms Heelshire x F!reader

Genre: Smut/fluff

Warning: Lost of virginity, suggestive content, the usual smut, mommy kink, a bit of a breeding kink, Sub!Brahms

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: first kinktober 😋

Summary: Brahms has never had sex before, he wants his first time with you.

You were a nanny at the Heelshire's mansion. It wasn't what you expected though. 

You thought you were supposed to nanny a child for a couple of months. While they went on vacation.

But instead.

You got a doll, which was supposed to represent "Brahms" the Heelshire child. The parents found him very real.

The couple of months didn't go smoothly either. They gave you a list which you followed completely without question.

Things would move around the house, or go missing. You had to assume it was Brahms.

At first you didn't believe he was real. Since it was sort of hard to believe he was moving stuff around. 

You just thought it was the grocery boy, trying to play tricks on you. But when you found out it wasn't him. Things took a turn.

It was truly Brahms, moving and taking stuff. Then he started to talk to you. It was strange at first, but you eventually got used to it.

Then he revealed himself. He was no doll. He was just a man. A man in the walls.

Yeah, that also didn't go so well, but he eventually warmed up to you.

Turns out he just needed someone by his side.

You were making dinner for yourself, and Brahms. As Brahms walked into the kitchen. You looked at him as he had a book in his hand.

You just taught him how to read. He was quite a quick learner.

"(Y/N)." He called for you. "Yeah?" You cock your head towards him. 

"What's sex?" He asked with a book in his hand. "Wh- what?" You went speechless on the topic. "Where did you even learn that word?"

"Book, talks about it." He handed you the book, which you quickly skimmed over to see what he was talking about. You quickly closed it, getting flustered.

"Where did you get this book?" You asked. "Your library." He tilted his head. "Is Brahms in trouble?" He whined.

"No— I guess sort of? You weren't supposed to go into my shelfs." You sighed. "Brahms got curious, can (Y/n) still explain?" His eyes softened for you.

You didn't know how to explain what sex was. Hell it was like explaining to a 6 year old where they came from.

"Well… it's an activity that involves two people who love each other a lot." You tried to explain in the most innocent way possible.

"Will you show Brahms, how to?" He held you closer to him. You loved him no doubt, but you weren't sure if he was ready for stuff like this.

"I'm sorry Brahms, but I don't think I should." You cupped his porcelain mask. He whined, saddened by your answer.

"Do you not love me?" He pleaded his eyes. You gave him a look.

"Brahms, you know this. I love you dearly, but I'm just not the right person for this." You scolded him. He sighed.

But just like a child, he wouldn't easily give up like that.

The past couple of weeks he would ask non stop till you applied.

So you eventually gave in. You needed stress relief either way.

You were in your room, scrolling on your phone. Brahms snake an arm over your waist.

"Please?" He begged. You inhale and exhale. "Fine," You were going to give him what he wanted.

You laid him down on the bed. "Tell me when to stop if you're not comfortable, okay?" You sat on top of him.

His beautiful eyes looking directly at you. You slipped your clothes off, and Brahms seems to have gotten the memo too.

You both had your clothes off. Brahms got flustered seeing your pretty body right on top of him awoke something in him.

Him wanting you. He traced his hand up your thigh. Brahms kept his boxers on, which you slipped off finding an aroused cock, already dripping with pre-cum.

You gave it a peck, which it throbbed in response. Brahms let out a little whine. His cock was pretty thick.

"May I?" You hovered your hands over it. He nodded. "Ah-ah, use your words, Love." You wrap your fingers around it.

"P— please…" He whimpers, you stroke it up and down slowly. Hearing Brahms make small whines and whimper.

You bite your lips back, trying to contain the aroused mess in your lower part. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to create friction.

You continue to stroke his length in the same movement, but picking up the speed. A good dripped out of the head of his cock.

Giving him a satisfying whimper at the end. You rub the cum all over his thick cock. Using the cum as lube.

You hovered your body over his cock. Slowly sinking into his cock, it was painful how good he was stretching you out. You didn't know how big it really was until it couldn't fit anymore.

You were filled with his cock, full even. You felt like you could see stars. Brahms moaned when you fully filled yourself with him.

His eyes rolled back deep into his skull. You were squeezing him so much.

"Warm, v- very warm." He whimpered. "Is it okay, Brahms?" You kissed his temple. "Mmhm, Brahms okay"

You started moving at your very own pace, you rode his thick cock in every direction. Which abused your cervix making your orgasm rise a bit quicker.

It's been a long time since you've had sex, so you hope Brahms enjoyed it.

But you wanted to punish him too, for the past few weeks. He's been bothering you with this non-stop.

So everytime he tries to grab you or hold you, you would slap his hand away. He whined and begged but of course.

You didn't let him.

Brahms didn't last very long since it was his first time. He came inside you. The warm seed filling you up, made you have your orgasm a lot faster than usual.

You rode out your orgasm, as you watched Brahms whine and pant.

"More, please, please." Brahms moaned.

Just as he said you couldn't resist him. You continue riding him, slamming down on his big cock.

You kept squeezing him, to add more friction. Brahms emptied out his sack. The mess all underneath you, but keep going.

At this point you were overstimulating him. His happy trail soaks in you and his juice. Brahms was helpless.

He whines, moans, and pants the whole time. Like words weren't in his vocabulary anymore, just your name.

Each slam was a whimper from him. His cock was soft now, still throbbing insanely though.

After a couple more rounds, you barely could have feeled anything on your lower body. Brahms pulled you off his cock gripping you right next to him.

You both fell asleep, wore out.

#brahms the boy #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the doll #the boy 2016

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Well just my treat 🫶

Are you an artist or writer who can’t commit to 31 straight days of smutty fanfic?

Do you still want to contribute to the kinktober spirit and share your art and writing with your communities?

Then Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober is for you!

FAQs below the cut :)

What is it?

Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober is an abridged version of the traditional Kinktober prompt list. I made this prompt list because I love to write, but get afflicted by burnout and writers block easily, so I wanted to make something more accessible. Rather than committing to 31 separate fanfics or art pieces, you’ll chose at least one prompt a week.

This list was specifically made to start tame and work up to more intense topics as the month progresses, while also avoiding major triggers such as noncon, CNC, and dubcon.

What if I want to do more than one prompt a week?

Go for it! This prompt list was made to work for you! If you want to write or draw all four prompts, or none at all, that’s A-OK.

How do I participate?

Just post each week of October! You could also repost this prompt list to spread the word, but that’s not required :) if you want, tag all of your works with #LazyGhoulsKinktober2023 so we can check out each others’ works!

I’m so excited to get writing and see what you guys can create! Please reach out with any questions or concerns!

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Not leavin'

♡: Din Djarin x f!reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort Warning: Tiny angst, Injuries, blood, Din being soft for reader (yes that needs its own warning), casualties, maybe ooc din, reader with abandoned issues. Word count: 1.7k A/n: I have awoken from my slumber 🫶 Summary: You've been staying with a Mandalorian who saved you, and who has been keeping you safe. You adventure out to the town, as something bad happens. You didn't want him to find out, scared that he'll leave you.

It hasn't been long since that Mandalorian saved you. You didn't know why he saved you. Actually you do. He's a bounty hunter, and the people who were chasing you just so happen to be his bounty.

He wasn't trying to save you. He just hit two birds with one stone. So you thought. You wanted to repay him for it.

"It's fine." The monotone voice came out, the beskar armor man. "Just let me repay you. I owe you my life." You had your head lowered.

The man wouldn't give in, until you saw a green little child walk around him. 

He tilted his big green ears at you. He coos and giggled walking over to you. He reached out for you.

So you picked him up. He seems happy in your arms. You were good with children, and the child knew. Because he was all giggly. The Mandalorian looked at you. 

You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he seemed content.

"I could take care of him, repaying you for saving me." You uttered.

It's been about a whole year exactly. Since you and Din met. He trusted you enough to share his name. You two built a fond relationship with each other.

And… You sort of liked him too.

Also Grogu. Grogu was his child. Apparently he is a jedi. He seems to like being around you. Always giggling and cooing around you. His father seemed a little jealous of it.

It's quite funny actually. But Grogu always goes back to his father.

You landed on a semi-familiar planet. Din had a bounty hunt here. He finally allowed you to get out of the ship for once.

"You know the way back right?" He stared at you. "Of course, Din. This isn't my first time." You crossed your hand. 

"And the weapons?" He speaks. "In the wall, AND yes I know the combination." You took a big sigh.

"Just worry about the bounty and the Grogu." You reassured the worried man. You stared at the T-visor trying to collect any emotion out of him.

You were going out shopping for a few things. Din gave you some credits to spend. Which you had in your pocket.

Grogu was sitting in his father's bag, strapped around him. You could see his big ears popping out.

"Do you remember the—" "Controls to lockdown the Razor Crest? Maker, yes I do." You cut him off.

He sighed under his helmet, jerking his head off to the side. "Just stay safe." He grumbles. "You too, y'know. You're the one with the mission."

"Don't worry about me." He turned around walking out. As he left you alone in the Razor Crest.

How could you not worry about him?

You looked around for a while. There were different types of things, laid out everywhere. It was pleasant to see. You were holding a few items that you already bought.

You need bacta and bandages, for Mando. But you didn't know where to find them. Usually other planets would have a type of aid store.

You eventually found a sketchy store in the corner. It sold what you needed, so you decided to go there.

Not knowing how dangerous it was. When you headed out of the store, you glance over a group of people. You just ignore them until one of them stops you.

"Don't you have something you're forgetting?" One of them asked. "M'sorry?" You frowned, gripping your bag. He reached his hand out.

"You enter our alley. Now you gotta pay." He spoke in a dark tone. 

You didn't know what to do. They all had blasters. You had one too, but you probably wouldn't be able to take them on.

Or could you?

They didn't notice that you had a blaster. So you could probably take them in surprise right?

Oh maker. How wrong you were.

They left you all messed up in a corner. Stealing all your credits and stuff you bought. You stood up, all staggered. Blood drips from your scratched skin, nasty purple bruises.

Your arm was in agony, the most. You knew Din would probably be pissed at you. You didn't do much around the place. So wasting supplies and getting hurt. He would definitely cast you out.

You grab a nearby towel and wrap it around yourself. Taking a deep breath, you started walking back to the Razor Crest.

You hoped Din didn't come back already.

When you arrived back. You were let out a sigh. He wasn't there, yet. Which meant you had to clean yourself up. Your arm was still stinging.

Making it hard for you to move quickly. You got into the fresher, cleansing your body off, of all the blood and dirt.

You quickly put on some clothes that would cover your body, and wouldn' tshow your wounds. You didn't notice till now, that your legs were suffering too.

You wrap your wounds in spare cloths, not wanting to use up materials. That could be used for Din.

You lied on the cot, limiting yourself from moving much. The fatigue eventually got to you, and you slept on the cot.

Din arrives back, placing Grogu down to play around. He noticed that the door to the cot was closed.

So you must have been home, sleeping. All the worries slip away from him. You got home safe and sound.

He fixed some dinner for the three of you. Some soup that he got after the bounty hunt. He placed a small bowl for Grogu. Grogu examines the soup as he usually does.

Din knocks on the door to the cot. You woke up to the knocking. Still feeling depleted of energy and drowsy.

'Right… He must be home.' You thought. 

Opening the door to the cot. You were greeted by a bowl of soup and the beskar man. You gave him a groggy smile, as you accepted the bowl. 

You held the bowl with your agonizing arm, which made it hurt even more.

You struggle to stand up, and Din seems to notice that. Eventually you do stand up, but limp quite a lot.

"You al' right there?" His helmet facing your direction. "M'fine, just slept the wrong way." You let out a plastic laugh.

He didn't buy it. He stayed with you long enough that laugh was fake. He's heard you laugh before. Your pleasant laugh and generous smile.

He had a terrible gut feeling something was off. Your actions and movements felt wrong.

No, he knew it was wrong.

"So… how was it?" You started up. "It went smoothly." He stated. "That's great." You stammered.

"How was yours?" He inquired.

"It was fine." You uttered. "You seem tense." He added. He stood up which made you flinch badly.

"Are you sure you're fine?" He tilted his helmet, enough so he could eat and not reveal his face.

"Yes!— I'm fine." You belted. Grogu looked up at you. "I just need rest." You let out a frustrated sigh. 

Placing down your untouch food, struggling to stand up again. You didn't notice that your cloths were leaking.

"You're bleeding." Din quaked. That's when your legs collapse on you.

What great timing.

He caught you before you landed on the floor. Adrenaline spiked through him.

'She's hurt, injured, bleeding.' Thoughts raced through his head.

All the numbing, agonizing pain returned.

"Where are you hurt?" He demanded. "Im—" He cut you off, picking you up to the cot.

"Show me." He barked. "I'm fine— really!" You gave into his demands and rolled up your pants.

You couldn't tell, but he widened his eyes. He saw your wounds wrap in pieces of cloth. He was very devastated.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He frowned through his visor.

"I didn't want you to know." You mumble.

"Why?" His tone turned weak.

"No reason." You jerk your head away from him.

"You could've used the aid-kit, (Y/N)." He sighed.

"It's a small wound, I don't need that." You muttered. He scoffed at your words. He seem angry.

He got off the bed to go somewhere. You sat there in pity. 

What now was he going to leave you? Kick you out? Whatever he was going to do to you. You prepared for the worst.

He came back with the aid kit. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion. "You don't need to waste your bandages on me." You stated.

"Waste? No, you're wounded. I'm not wasting anything, cyar'ika." He quaked.

Cyar'ika? What does that mean? You knew it was probably Mando'a. Since he was a Mandalorian.

He took off his gloves, revealing his calloused hands. You watch him gently clean your wounds. You hissed at the pain. He was oh so gentle with it.

You could feel the warmth of his hands, finishing your wounds with band-aids.

"I'm sorry." You tremble. "What for?" He tilted his head up. "I— don't even know why you even keep me." You muttered. "I must be a pain to keep around."

He leans in to hold you. Wrapping his arms around you, trying to somewhat comfort you. "That's not true." He added. Wiping your tears with his fingers.

"You are a lovely person to keep around, cyar'ika." He pulled your sobbing body closer.

He continues to comfort you. He cares for you more than you expected.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He spoke.

"I was afraid you didn't want me anymore." You mumble.

"I'd never leave you, cyar'ika." He reassured you.

"What does that mean?" You laid your head on his shoulder.

"Cyar'ika, could mean darlin' or sweetheart." He said a little flustered, you got a little flustered from that too.

"Now I have a question too. Do you mind explaining what happened?" He requested. 

You explained to him what had happened, and he listened to you carefully. Hanging on to every word and detail.

Grogu climbs into the cot for support and falls asleep.

Din held you in his arms till you fell asleep. The fatigue caught up to him too.

He knew what he was going to do tomorrow morning, but right now. He needs to comfort you.

He needed you, and you needed him.

Like, reblog, or comment if you like this type of content!

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Just watched The Boy yesterday might makes some fic who knows 😋

#brahms the boy

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OH MY GOD I loved the Miguel fic you did, the numbing was so sweet! Will there be a continuation at all?

I don't think so, bc idk how to conutine it 😭🙏

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Hey just wanted to let you know in your Painkiller fanfic it's labelled gender neutral but has fem pronouns in the second paragraph

FIXED TY FOR LETTING ME KNOW 🙏🙏

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Colorful Confession

♡Pair: Spider-noir x spider!female!reader

Genre: barely any angst / fluff

Warning: Injuries, fluff

A/n: just enjoy (wrote on phone that's why it's a little weird)

Summary: You're taking a break from being spider-man. Noir decided to visit your dimension, and he seems to have something to confess.

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Being spider-man was your job, your first job. But you picked up a hobby. Painting was something you liked to do in your free time, but it was also somewhat of a job. You weren’t a famous painter, but you still made money from the paintings you’ve done.

You decide to take a break from being spider-man. Not from your dimension, but just the whole spider-multiverse madness. You just wanted the week off painting, watching movies, and etc.

It's not like you hated staying at Spider HQ, it was just sometimes unbearable. With your boss, Miguel O’hara being all pissy.

There is one spider-man who catches your eyes a lot. Spider-Noir. You’ve only been on one to two missions with him, or you would catch him around the hallways. His trench coat and fashionable fedora make him look amazing.

He was also pretty sweet too. Lovely person you could say. A total gentleman. And maybe you had a little crush on him? No it was pretty big, you couldn’t even breathe when he was around you.

You wanted to draw him at every chance you got, but never had time. Now you finally have the time to do it.

You walked into your small studio, placing your canvas down. You needed a sketch of him. You sat on your stool. Trying to recollect what he looked like.

Blank.

You couldn’t draw an image in your head. It's probably because you don’t see him often. You sigh in slight frustration, before an image of him appears in your thoughts. Your face turned slightly red, since it was somewhat unholy.

You sketch out a few references into your spare notebook. Before actually placing the design onto the canvas. You were going to paint it too, so it’d have some color instead of it being plain.

You put the image of him onto the canvas. Starting with a circle and working your way making a spider-man figure. You made sure to sketch his trench coat and his fedora.

By the time you're done it's midnight. You decide to paint him since the image of him was still fresh in your mind. Before you could place down your first stroke of paint. An orange portal opens up.

Spider-noir?

What is he doing here?

"Hello!" He spoke, his voice a little monotone.

"Noir? What are you doing here?" You spoke trying to hide your canvas.

"I— uhm well." His words were stuttering. Both of your watches lit up for an anomaly. "I'm here for an anomaly!" He quickly said.

"Oh, would you like help then?" You asked. You needed more references of Noir's fighting.

"Yes! I mean— absolutely that would be lovely." You couldn't see that he was smiling, but you could tell he was. You let out a chuckle. Which got him a little red.

"Let me get my suit, requick." You rush to your room to put on your suit and rushed out.

"Ready?" He had his hands in his trench coat. His goggles shining in the light. You gave him a nod and he slid your window open. You both hop out the window and swung to where the anomaly was at.

The anomaly sighting was at an art museum. It was a Vulture. A weird looking purple one. It didn't look like your dimension Vulture. It seems rageful. You looked at Noir.

As he gives you a nod and you both lunge at the Vulture. The Vulture shook Noir off and Noir landed somewhere through the wall. You jump off of the Vulture. Swinging your webs to Noir.

"Noir!" You shove the broken parts of the wall off of him. You were kneeling down to him. His suit seems scratched, but not too badly. Just minor scratches.

"Are you alright?" You helped him up.

"I'm fine." He dusted himself off. You got close to him to see a scar on his neck. You placed your hand on his neck. He leans into your touch. You touch around his scar and examine it.

Noir wincing at your touch but not pulling away. It wasn't a great scar.

"Cmon' let's finish this so I can patch you up." You spoke, clearly concerned about his wounds even if they were small. He nodded, holding onto your hand. You thought he wanted you to remove your hand, so you did just that.

You two got back to the Vulture and took care of him. Lunging at him again and pushing him down enough to web his wings. You called Lyla to take care of the situation, and you both headed back to your place.

"Sit" you pointed to the couch in your art studio, taking off your spider-mask. You went to grab your medkit. When you got back to the studio, Noir had his mask off and his glasses on. His fedora in his lap.

He looked.. so very handsome.

You could quite literally look at him all day. You shook the thought out of your head, blushing slightly. You watched Noir remove his trench coat.

You took the cotton balls out of the kit, you applied some liquid on the cotton balls. Before rubbing it onto Noir's scars. You could hear him hiss in pain, but he's trying his best to sit still.

It was time to clean the scar close to his neck.

"Hey Noir, mind if I get closer?" You asked slightly nervously.

"Ah, if you want to. I don't mind." He spoke. His lap was the closest you could get to his neck, so you scooted onto it. He shifted his legs slightly, moving his fedora.

"A— Are you uncomfortable?" You asked, wanting to know if it was okay.

"It's. Fine, don't worry about it, doll." He spoke with his hand on his mouth. He made room for you to sit on his lap. The nickname he gave you made you more red.

You could feel his hot breath on your forehead, as you tried to clean the scar on his neck. You could feel his breath hitch in pain. You would then wrap his wounds up with band-aids.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" He asked.

"Yes?" You looked around him.

"You draw pretty great."

"W-What?"

"I like that drawing. I looked really nice." He pointed to your canvas.

Oh right. You forgot to throw a blanket over that. He wasn't meant to see it, but he liked it. So… he probably didn't think you were creepy and weird for drawing him.

"You don't think it's weird?" You asked him.

"No, I think it's really lovely. You have great talent." He smiled.

He got your face to turn into a deep red. You were still in his lap. You could feel his heat radiant off. As you put everything back in the kit. Getting off his lap.

"Right, one more thing." You lean down to place a kiss on his head. "That's for being a great patient." You walked out the room, blushing like crazy. You couldn't believe you just did that.

You peek into the room to see Noir's reaction. He was also blushing. As you put up the medkit, you come back to the room.

Noir was still sitting there, flustered.

"You could stay a little longer if you like." You sit on your stool to continue painting, as you apply the first stroke of paint. Noir pulled up a stool right next to you.

"Could I— hold you?" He asked, you obviously said yes to it. And he held you by the waist. His head on your shoulder. You two were blushing like crazy. You couldn't even think about painting.

You applied yellow to the canvas next.

"Is that purple?" He asked, which earn him a giggle from you. You forgot he wasn't the best at colors.

"No, it's yellow." You smiled at the flustered man.

"I knew that, doll." He mumble.

"What about that one?"

"Blue?" He was correct. You gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Good job." You said. Before you could get another word out. Noir place his lips onto yours.

You both let go to catch air.

"I love you." He uttered.

"Me too."

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hi! could you write either keegan or ghost getting upset with either gn or fem reader for messing up on a mission and almost dying ending with him confessing that he’s only so upset and worried bc he likes reader and is worried about losing them? i’ve been thinking about this all day and i feel like it would just be so cute.

It’s Because I Love You.

♡Pair: Keegan P. Russ x f!reader

Genre: Slight angst to fluff

Warning: Brief mentions of injuries and not so well Keegan personality.

A/n: I don’t know what Keegan personality is like but I’ve done some research. I haven’t seen the game play of COD Ghost, yet. I also changed this up a tiny bit.

Summary: You were reckless on a mission, almost dying, causing Keegan to get mad at you only to find out the reason why he was.

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Keegan and you were not always on the best terms. Basically enemies on the same team.

You two would always challenge each other in spars and training. To see who’s better and stronger. Keegan would of course. Mostly win, and he always loved to rub it in your face. He hated you and you hated him.

You usually scoff it off and be done with it, once he wins. Well not this time.

“You want to go again, princess?” Keegan gave you a low chuckle.

“Sure thing, my knight and shining armor.” You rolled your eyes. As you got ready to spar with him.

You both stood still in your corners as Keegan placed his stand. When both of you were ready, you charge forcefully at him. This surprised him a bit.You lunge on top of his back, pushing him on the floor.

He pushed you off him, kicking him back onto the floor landing on him again. 

He didn’t fight back, he just laid there. You could tell he was smirking but you didn’t know why. That's when you realized, quickly getting off of him.

You were a deep shade of red. You sat on top of his groin the whole time. That’s why he was smirking.

“I’ll give you that one.” He walked off.

You didn’t follow him, since you were too embarrassed to. You just headed back to your quarters to clean off.

+-~-+

You were dropping into the mission. Divided into groups of 4. Your group with 2 rookies, and Keegan.. Of course. 

That didn’t really matter. You just had to stay professional and get through with this mission. 

The mission at hand you were in was simple to say the least. All we have to do is find intel. Going into the building and grabbing the information surrounding the missing weapons, along with other things.

Spreading out around the perimeter of the skyscraper. Keegan gave the nod to keep moving forward. You four cleaned out each room quickly and steady. Sometimes hiding when needed, to not draw too much attention.

Your other teammates on the other hand were being reckless and cocky. Rookies.

“How great.” You sighed under your breath. You could tell Keegan was getting annoyed too, but it wasn’t such a bad sight. You get to see him annoyed for once instead of him seeing you annoyed.

But, your teammates being reckless on the other hand was really no help. 

“Contact!” One of them yells. As gun firing started. A lot. Your former teammates weren’t in cover.  You couldn’t let them die though. You took some hits for them, guiding them to a safe spot.

You felt a few bullets hit your vest. You knew it was reckless to do that, but considering the rookie’s first missions went. You don’t want them to die.

You sat down a bit, trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t help but notice blood coming out of your vest. You looked around to your teammates, Keegan nowhere to be seen, and the two rookies still firing.

Gun firing stopped a few minutes later.

“Clear!” You heard Keegan's voice.

You got up a little tipsy holding on to what's nearby to lift yourself up. Keegan rushed to your side  Holding you up for a bit.

Your vision got a little blurry, as well sounds around you also got quiet.Your eyes getting heavy.

“(Y/n) stay with me!” He yelled. You wince a bit hearing your name.

“How is a gal supposed to pass out, if you keep yelling in my ear.” You spoke, hissing in pain.

“You're not goin’ to (Y/n).” His words sharpen, as he lifts you onto his shoulders. “I have what we need, either way. Just stay awake for me, (Y/n).”

“M- mhm.” You felt yourself slowly drift away.

“(Y/n)!”

+-~-+

You woke up to the sound of beeping. Your eyes, adjusting to the light. You recognized where you were at. It was HQ Medbay. 

How did you get here- what happened to the mission you were at? You thought to yourself. You watched a nurse come by. She assisted you and told you what happened.

That's right. You blacked out, on the mission. Shit, Keegan ought to be pissed for being reckless and probably ruining the mission.

Oh well. That's for later, right now you have other plans. And no way you were going to stay bedridden the whole time. You checked out early and headed straight back to your quarters.

You spotted Keegan on the way. You waved at him, but he completely ignored you. Like you weren’t even there. You ignored it, it was probably one of his bad days or whatever. It wasn’t your problem.

+-~-+

“I’m bench?” You frowned.

Keegan hasn’t spoken to you for weeks and now he decides to talk to you, saying that you’re bench?

“I’m not going to explain it again. Yes, your bench.” He spoke, sounding pissed.

“I’m not going to mess it up next time, it was one reckless action to save teammates.” You crossed your arms.

“You keep telling yourself that. It wasn’t necessary you didn’t need to do that. The rooks have their training in situations like that. You almost died.” He uttered.

“It was only a couple of bullets I took for them.” You mumble loud enough for him to hear.

“Are you seriously taking this lightly? What? Did you also get shot in the head?” He glared at you, cleaning his gun.

“I still don’t get why I’m being bench for it.” You could feel your blood start boiling.

“You're still injured, no?” He spoke.

“I’m healed, and ready.” You made direct eye contact with him. He shook his head.

“You left Medbay early. That doesn’t mean you're healed.”

“And why the hell do you care, Keegan? You haven’t talked to me in weeks, and the times you do. You tell me I'm off on a mission or something. Like cmon’ y’know how annoying that is?!” You finally snap.

“What? Why do I care? You're on a team! If you're injured that hurts the team!” Keegan seems to have finally snapped too.

“That's bullshit, Keegan! And you know it!”

“Fuckin’ hell- Fine! It’s because I love you.” He got closer to you, you didn’t flinch when he got closer though.

“What?”

“I hated how you almost died on the last mission. I hated how I didn’t do anything to protect you. I have rather lost any other teammates, but you. I didn’t want to lose you.” His words softened.

You felt heat rise in your face, but you also felt comforted by his words.

“So you're admitting you like me?” You smirked. He pulled down his mask. He cupped your face and pressed his lips onto you.

“Does that answer it, princess?” He tugged his mask back down. You nodded, slightly annoyed.

“Mhm, love ya’ too.”

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