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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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A familiar face pays you a visit a few days after you wake up next to a living Simon Riley.

"Captain MacTavish. You are much younger now than when I last saw you."

His crystal blue eyes widen when he realizes what you've said.

"Captain? That's what I am in yer time?" he asks, his disbelief apparent. "Did I also have a wife?"

Before you can answer him, Simon Ghost storms into the room and locks eyes with MacTavish, whose spine has gone stiff, expecting a reprimand.

"Get out, Sergeant. You're not to be in here again, understood?" his tone is austere.

"Aye, sir." MacTavish mouths an apology your way, and swiftly walks out the door, leaving you alone with the man who wears the face of your husband.

"You," he pivots on his heels to look at you, his eyes dark, swirling with fury, "are to talk to no one here. As far as I'm concerned, you're an enemy. Why the Captain hasn't locked you up in a cage is beyond me."

As you feel that unmistakable feeling of your throat tightening, your eyes well up with tears, causing your vision to blur. Your Simon would never look at you like that— never speak to you like this.

Understanding that this isn't a discussion, you turn away, clenching your jaw to suppress the overwhelming urge to sob. There is a sharp ache in your chest, a poignant sting that relentlessly pierces your heart.

But a harsh grip on your chin jerks your attention back to Ghost so abruptly your neck pops, and growls, "Don't turn your back to me, bint. I'm not done talkin'."

Meeting his gaze, your eyes betray you as tears overflow, tracing a path of glistening sorrow down your face.

"Now I see why you haven't married in this life," you choke out. "You're a bitter, foul shell of a man with no sympathy."

Angrily wiping your cheeks and grabbing at his thick wrist, you lurch it away from you.

You grab at the dog tags that have been hidden under your shirt. "I have been nothing but miserable since I met you. I loved my husband with everything I had and so painfully wished I had been buried with him."

A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and you remark, "You may share his body, but you are nothing like him."

"I don't know how anyone could ever grow to love you."

The room is quiet, except for your shaky breathing and occasional sniffle. Ghost remains stock-still in front of you, unblinking. He slowly rises to full height and silently walks out of the room.

You lift the dog tags to press a kiss onto them with a trembling hand, and your thumb runs over the engraved 'Simon "Ghost" Riley' on it.

What have you done?

it's gotta get worse before it gets better :( sorry!

@fruitymoonbeams-blog

part 1 part 3

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #multiverse cod

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honourdoesart · 2 months

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Actions have consequences (Simon 'Ghost' Riley X GN Civilian! Spouse! Reader) Part 1

Summary: In a heated argument between the two of you, Simon says something he will regret for the rest of his life.

CW: Simon being an asshole, Swearing, yelling, emotional hurt, heavy angst, car accident, descriptive writing of injury, Character death (?)

Simon truly wanted to be a good husband.

But nothing ever seemed to go smoothly in his life. From his fucked-up childhood, his own demons, to his role as the infamous Ghost. Everything had to eventually come to bite him in the ass.

You, his loving spouse, had always tried to ease his pain in any way that you could. It would vary from cuddling on the couch, to taking him somewhere to lay in the grass and watch the clouds go by. However, he'd been away longer. The world beyond the walls of his cozy home made him more bitter, jaded, and cruel when he returned home.

It was today that he finally snapped.

It was a small disagreement at first, something that had already felt foreign to you. Then it escalated. The both of you kept just kept going back and forth, spitting venom at each other from a supply with an unknown source.

"All I have been trying to do this whole time is make sure that you don't have to deal with the pain alone. I'm only trying to fucking help, Simon!" You yell with hot tears streaming down your face, the grip on your shirt so tight it makes your knuckles turn white.

"Marrying you was a mistake." He snarls. The way your face twists into an expression of pure horror at his words makes him want to take it all back. A choked sob leaves your trembling body as you bolt into the direction of the door. You ignore the frantic calls of your husband as you snatch your jacket and the car keys in one swift motion, not even bothering to look back as you slam the door in his face.

You make your way to the red sports car, unlocking the vehicle before plopping yourself down in the driver's seat. There was no going back now. You start the car, glancing to the side at your shared home with Simon one last time before you hit the gas.

"Fuck…" You whimper while running a hand over your tear-stained face. Simon's words echo through your mind over and over again, the feeling of knives stabbing into your heart becoming more and more evident with each and every loop.

'Marrying you was a mistake.'

Your eyes dart to the side as you catch a flash of bright lights, the booming horn of a truck being the last thing you hear before everything goes dark.

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Simon sat on the couch, fingers dinging into his hair, as the tears finally stopped. It had been an hour since you stormed out the door, the look of pure horror on your face branded into his mind like the scars that decorated his body. How could he have said that to you? You, the love of his life, were the only person who had let him feel human in the times he needed it most.

"I'm such a fucking idiot." He scolded himself while smacking the sides of his head. The sound of his phone buzzing on the coffee table was the only thing that brought him out of his self-pity. He reached out to the obnoxious device that tried to get his attention, turning it around to find the word 'unknown' flashing readily on the screen.

Alarm bells began to go off in his brain as he pressed down to answer the call. A sweet elderly voice was greeting him from the other side. "Hello? Is this Mr. Riley? I am calling from the Clementine Churchill Hospital." The moment the word 'hospital' registered in Simon's brain, he immediately froze.

"Sir?" The voice on the other side called again, to which this time he did respond. "Yes, you are speaking to him. Why did you call me?" Deep down, he already knew why. "Your spouse has been in a car accident. Do you have the possibility to come over?"

Simon's heart stopped beating.

The time between him rushing to the hospital and finally reaching your room was all but a blur to him. He now sat at your bedside, tears streaming down his face as he looked at the damage he had caused. You looked so frail, all wrapped up in bandages, with all different types of tubes and machinery hooked up to you.

There was only one thought that crossed Simon's mind at this very moment. It was all his fault.

If he hadn't yelled at you, if he hadn't let you walk out of that door, you would've been cuddled up on the couch together. You would be smiling at him, those beautiful eyes he came to love looking up at him with pure joy when you told him about your day. But you weren't. You were lying here, fighting for your life. All because of him.

"Sweetheart? I don't know if you can hear me… but I-" Simon had to swallow as he felt his world crumble around him. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should've never allowed myself to say something so fucking horrible to you." Hot tears streamed down his face as he reached out to caress your cheek. "Please… please don't go. I can't-I can't lose anyone else." Simon wept as he held onto your hand, his lips brushing against your bandaged knuckles.

"Please…" He kept begging. He was hoping that someone, anyone, would hear his plea not to take you away from him.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #ghost x reader #cod x reader #gender neutral reader #no use of y/n #HonourDoesWriting

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 2 months

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Rescue pt. 2: knight!price x princess!reader

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, medieval standards for women

A little longer than normal

Sir John Price’s hands were gentler than they looked.

He led you to the river when he saw the cut on your arm, and had you sit on a nearby rock. He barely said a word to you, just merely told you to sit while he grabbed a pouch out of his horses saddle and went to the river.

When he returned, he came back with a wet rag and kneeled beside you. He hesitated to touch you before he gently began to clean the blood from your skin.

You expected him to hold your arm firmly, to pull at your skin and create friction but instead he held you delicately. He was careful as he cleaned your wound, his gentleness a stark contrast to the bloodshed he created just moments before.

Every touch from his warm fingers made goosebumps form and set your skin aflame.

You jerked when the wound stung and he stopped.

“I’m sorry, my hands are rougher than most.” He apologized as if he caused the wound.

You’re at a loss of what to say.

You’d never seen this side to him, to the knight who you bickered and fought with, who you were sure hated your guts, who had become your shadow. You thought he was incapable of it, or at the very least incapable of showing this side to you.

“It was irresponsible for you to run off like that.” He scolded you and you scowled.

“Save the lecture, I’m not a child.” You snapped at him and his eyes narrowed.

“You run off into the forest without a care, you play into fantasies about secret admirers and ignore your duty as a princess-“

“Watch the way you speak to me.”

“Someone should tell you the truth, I’m not afraid of you.”

You pushed him away and stood up. You hated the way hands shook as you glared at him.

“You know nothing about me!” You shouted. “My entire life is for my people and I have always put them first. I spend every moment waiting for the day I’m sold like cattle in the name of peace while everyone looks at me like I’m a prize to be won.”

Your mouth moved faster than your thoughts. It was improper to your knight this, to even speak of your thoughts like this out loud but you were at your wits end.

“I listen to others boast about themselves so I can choose them while they don’t even see me-“

“You seemed happy when the king did it-“

“Because it’s my duty! If I don’t marry him then i am failure…I am nothing more than a link in a chain of security.”

Your throat was tight and you could hardly breathe.

“My life has never been my choice.” You choked out. “I am destined to be an object that creates an heir and thrown to the side once I’ve served my purpose.”

Price was silent and your ragged breaths were the only thing that took up the air.

You felt awful for your feelings. These things were irresponsible, you were selfishly thinking more about yourself than the greater good but you were so desperate for something different.

“Why did you run?” Price asked, his tone softer.

You blinked as the back of your eyes stung with tears.

“I had to get away.”

Your emotions swirled like a storm within you, your thoughts a mess. The attack, your marriage, his kindness, it was all too much.

A surge of tears hit you and you sat down on the rock again, hiding your face in your hands as they began to fall down your face. You stifled your sobs because you didn’t want to degrade yourself anymore in front of him.

He stepped in front of you.

“Your highness, do you wish to marry the king?” Price’s voice was calm and firm yet there was a softness that struck your chest.

“I have to-“

“No.”

Your eyebrows knitted together and you looked up from your hands.

Price kneeled in front of you, much like how squires are when they wait for the Queen to knight them so they can serve the kingdom. His cold blue eyes stared at you as if he waited for a command, a sort of devotion only one could have for someone who they served implicitly.

He waited patiently for you to answer, his eyes trained on your face as you wiped away your tears.

You debated on whether you should say it or not, but he already thought you irresponsible. What more did you have to lose?

“No.”

Price stated at you for a moment before he seemed to come to terms with what you said. There was a sense of finality in his eyes as he nodded, before he stood and pulled out the pouch.

“Let me finish tending to your wound, your highness.” He began to apply a salve that cool the irritation of your cut. “Then I’ll escort you back to the castle.”

You didn’t protest as he wrapped the wound with a cloth.

After he had helped you on his horse he led you through the forest back towards the castle. You were still at war with yourself, utterly exhausted and a mess of emotions as you sealed your fate to be married to the king in just a week.

You tried to control your tears which only led to more falling as you sniffled like a child.

“I’m sorry.” You’re not sure why or what you apologized for.

“I won’t judge you.” He assured you. “Even if you stain the saddle.”

You scoffed, a smile pulling at your lips even as you let a few more tears slip.

Once you were back at the castle he helped you down from his horse, his hand against yours creating a sort of shock between the both of you before you bid him goodnight.

You did your best to hid your wound until you were in the safety of your bedchamber, where you found yourself having finally given up on being free.

Sir John Price had never felt such anger when he saw you cry.

It had never really occurred to him that you would feel the way you did, trapped and worthless, when you were more than that. He never realized that the suitors who he thought you entertained because you wanted to, made you feel that way, that he made you feel that way.

He’d think more on it if he had the time. He wanted to do more than what he was going to do, but there was only so much a knight could do.

Your tears and words stirred something inside him.

Price watched you enter the castle, his hand trembling from your touch. Your skin was softer than he imagined, warmer than the rays of the sun, and had sent a current of electricity through him.

What he was about to do was risky, but he was willing to take that leap if it meant it dried your tears.

He returned to the barracks, where he had called a meeting between his own men before he managed to catch a glimpse of you running to the forest.

He was lucky he had got there in time. He felt sick thinking about what would’ve happened if he hadn’t. The rage he felt seeing blood on you was unprecedented for him.

Fate seemed to be in his favor however. Sir Simon Riley had returned from the king’s kingdom after he had sent him there for information as he refused to let the Queen marry you off without first knowing who the king was.

From what he saw today, he was not much. Even a knight like himself could see the taint he carried and he couldn’t believe the Queen allowed it, so he hoped that she didn’t know any better.

He desperation to marry you off was worrisome but he didn’t have time for that.

“What did you find?” Price asked when he returned to the table.

“A declaration of war, yet to be announced.” Simon set the scroll on the table. “And no money.”

“Steamin’ Jesus, he wants to pulls us into war.” Sir John MacTavish uncrossed his arms in disbelief.

“We’re not equipped for this.” Kyle said and looked to Price. “Not without proper preparation.”

Price stared at the pieces of paper. The audacity the king had to exploit the Queen in such a way, knowing that he could’ve had support if he had asked, but perhaps he wanted to assurance there would be if he married you, especially since he had no money.

It would embarrass her. It was enough reason to call of the wedding.

Enough reason to save you.

The moment you told him that you truly did not want to marry the king, he told himself he would find a way to break the marriage between the two of you by any means necessary.

“The Queen won’t stand for this.” Price swayed his hips. “I’ll notify her immediately.”

“Delving into politics, sir?” Kyle teased and he huffed.

“Kate’s gone, I have no choice.”

He took the pieces of paper and walked towards the castle. He was just as convincing as Kate could be and with evidence it wouldn’t be hard.

He was determined to not fail and though it was uncommon for him to show himself at the Queen’s quarters he was not afraid of what she might say to him.

“Your majesty,” he bowed deeply when she answered the door. “I have troubling information about our guest.”

The next morning was tense. The throne room lacked the regular court but the Queen and you sat in your throne’s while the king stood the eyes of your mother’s judgement.

Price stood at the bottom of stairs and watched the panic course through the king with indifference.

“You lied to me, to my daughter and expect us to take it lightly?” The Queen’s words were laced with venom.

“It wasn’t a lie, your majesty!” He protested but she raised her hand to stop him.

“I ask for peace and you bring me war, I ask for prosperity and you give me nothing.”

Price glanced at you and noticed the shock on your face. You were told to join your mother suddenly and the new information had been kept tightly sealed until this moment to keep the scandal at a minimum. You had gone into this blind and though he regretted that, he hoped your relief would make up for it.

“We are a strong kingdom who values strong allies, you are more reckless than a wild boar.” The Queen spat and the king sputtered. “I’ll have none of this in my court.”

The king tried to come up with some excuse but The Queen stood up. The air was thick as he looked down her nose at him.

“Sir John,” she said and Price looked to her. “Have your men escort him out the castle.”

“Yes, your majesty.” He bowed as she made her way out of the throne room.

“We will discuss your marriage another day, my darling.” She said to you and all you could do was nod.

Price watched his men escort the king out of throne room and all that was left was him and you.

He turned to you and you shared a look.

You looked surprised but visibly relieved. You stared at him with a sense of awe but also uncertainty as if you couldn’t quite believe what happened. Thought he didn’t outright say it was him, he was sure you had your suspicions about whether or not this was his doing.

He hopes that maybe this would partially make up for his mistakes against you.

“This was irresponsible, Sir John.” You finally said and he raised an eyebrow.

“My duty is to protect the crown…” he argued. “If you’re implying that this was my doing, however I can assure you I had no hand in this.”

You quirked an eyebrow and the corner of your lips twitched. He couldn’t help but admire the twinkle of amusement in your eyes with a sense of awe that struck him harder than anything before.

It was a small lie, one to save face and to provide a chance to keep sentimental feelings at bay for the time being.

“Is that so, sir?”

“It would seem it.”

You stood up and made your way to him. There was a sense of vulnerability within your eyes as you struggled to meet his and he found himself almost begging that you would look at him.

“Thank you.” You said barely above a whisper.

Price blinked a couple times and before he bowed.

“Of course, your highness.”

A/n: what does Price say? Violence and timing? He sure if efficient when it comes to you.

Tags. @deadbranch @makayla-666 @glitterypirateduck @dumbbitchgalore @m0chac0ffee @dragonbe-writing @sleepyoriana @twismare @blush-haze

#knight!price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #price x reader #price x you #john price x reader #john price x you #call of duty #captain john price #princess!reader

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heartsoji · 1 year

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haikyuu boys with an s/o who's really scared of horror movies

pairings: iwaizumi x reader, oikawa x reader, tsukishima x reader, bokuto x reader

a/n: lol this is me i actually cannot with horror like at all

warnings: post-timeskip in iwaizumi's

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi's pretty good with horror movies

occasionally, he'll be a little caught off-guard with a sudden jumpscare, but he's pretty much fine otherwise

now YOU..

you are not ok.

you are screaming, hiding, and tearing up

he honestly doesn't really understand what's so scary about them

since i hc iwaizumi to be a realist, he'd be like

it's a movie. it was filmed. those are actors. it's so obvious none of that stuff could ever happen in real life

still, he understands that you're really scared and tries his best to comfort you

time to put those beefy athletic trainer arms to work

he lets you cling onto them for the whole movie and lets you use then as a stress ball

iwaizumi's a traditional, old school, cheesy hopeless romantic. convince me otherwise.

therefore, his method of comfort usually comes in the form of soothing words and back rubs in his arms

its actually quite nice. he lets you scream into his titties (HE HAS TITTIES AND THEYRE MORE ROCK SOLID THAN REGINA GEORGE'S MOM'S. CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.)

when you're truly scared scared (like heart pounding, sobs racking ur body, you're def gonna get rlly bad nightmares type of scared scared)

he will probs turn it off bc he thinks that no movie ending is worth this much terror

he cares about you a lot, after all. he thinks its slightly amusing when you're screaming your head off at the obviously fake blood, but he would never want you to be fearful for real

rubs your back and whispers soothing words into your ear

"its ok" "i'm right here" "don't worry, i'd protect you if they ever came" type of stuff

after you've calmed down a bit, he'll try to make you laugh

jokes, tickles, anything, really!

he hates seeing you scared. he just wants you to be happy

10/10. marry me sir.

oikawa tooru

lol

hate to break it to you but

tooru is equally as scared of horror movies

you guys have to cuddle up in blanket burritos together and scream at every jumpscare

honestly you both only make it through the movie through sheer willpower

if you're crying, he'll try to comfort you, but tbh he's pretty damn scared himself

however, once the movie is over, he's totally fine

movie forgotten. out of memories. what movie should you guys watch next?

but YOU

you're still crying

you're still really shaken up

you're def gonna have nightmares

he takes that opportunity to be the manly man he is and swoops you up bridal style

he's very charming. he looks at you in the most dazzling, heart-melting way

lol boy u were just crying too stfu

he cuddles you close, and just like iwa, whispers sweet words into your ear

however, unlike iwa, they're much more...childish? playful? how to describe them..

"it'll be ok. your big, strong, boyfriend will protect anything that tries to hurt his princess" "*dramatic gasp* YOU DON'T THINK I'M CAPABLE OF FIGHTING IT OFF BY MYSELF? HOW COULD YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME LIKE THIS? THIS.. THIS IS BETRAYAL" "they don't even look that strong. im sure i could hit a volleyball at one and it would rip into two!"

stuff like that

he would make sure to cuddle you extra close that night

overall, he's pretty fun and is good at making everything seem less serious. 8.5/10!

tsukishima kei

honestly, he's as affected by horror movies at the average guy

he doesn't find them as terrifying as oikawa, but he's definitely not as unaffected as iwaizumi

but you'd never know that

why?

he just hides his emotions really, really well

also he just sometimes focuses on the wall behind the tv and drowns out the voices

he just sits through them and bears them, basically

now, why? why in the world would he do this when he doesn't even enjoy it?

to make fun of you, duh. shouldn't that have been obvious?

when you leap 30ft out of your seat into the air, he laughs at you

he'll even add onto your fear by like grazing your opposite shoulder when you aren't looking and pretending he didn't do it

hes a brat

but honestly, he partially enjoys it when you spring onto him at the jump scares, no matter how much he denies it

as we all know, the boys a lil shy about asking for affection

with horror movies, he gets your affection without even asking for it! yay!

but once the movies over, if you're really shaken up, he'll use his giant beanpole arms and spoon you until you fall asleep

but then he'll be an ass about it the following week

pokes, grabs, jabs you and will say,

"huh? it wasn't me. maybe it was the (wtv villain or ghost or spirit or wtv from the movie)!"

2/10. makes fun of you and makes the movie even scarier tbh. the 2 points r only bc of the comfort he gives after its over.

bokuto koutaro

like most things in life, bokuto goes between two extremes, and never crosses into the middle

he's either having super insane cut shots that go BOOM

OR he's doing awful and is in his emo mode

same thing with this

he either isn't affected by it at all and just laughs

or he screams when the character breathes a lil too heavily

now, if he thinks the movie's not scary at all, he's pretty good to watch with if you're super scared

during the scary parts, he lets you cling onto his beefy arm while he just watches the movie in amusement

like there's a really scary scene where there's a huge jumpscare into the most climatic scene in the movie and you're burying your face into his arm but in the background you just hear:

"HAHAHAHAHA! Y/N Y/N! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS! HE'S...HE'S GETTING CHASED BY THIS GREY LITTLE CHILD! HAHAHAHA ITHIHIHIT'S EYES LOOK LIKE TAPIOCAAHAHAAHA"

"oh the grey little child is smiling! it's kinda cute! why is the main character guy sweating? he looks like me right after a long game"

"why'd the grey little child pull a purple thing out of his throat? what's that? i wonder what it tastes like though..i think it would be a thick gummy texture, but maybe a little gooey on the inside. definitely grape-flavored. the really sweet artificial good one. oh.. now i want a gummy!"

yeah

he definitely makes it less scary because he makes all the scary stuff seem really stupid

honestly pretty nice. you might not get as many nightmares because of him

now

when he's terrified, he's more terrified than you

*main character sneezes* "AHHHHHHH"

think oikawa x 800

mhm

honestly, you kind of have to take the comfort role even though you're deathly afraid of horror movies

"kou, he's just walking. its ok."

honestly he makes it seem less scary like this too because it forces you to see why the movie isn't actually that scary because you have to find out the reasons to comfort him

8.7/10. a sweetie

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schrodinger-swriter · 2 months

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OK OK LISTEN I JUST GOT THE BEST IDEA IN THE HISTORY OF IDEAS

So I am absolutely eating up at the idea of Sir Pentious and reader acting as parental figures to the eggs, and Iv been wanting to request a marriage prompt with him (Sir Pentious)

So I was thinking maybe there could be a way to mix the two, like he wanted to have a family and seeing reader act as a parent figure to the eggs just has him smitten to the point he’s like, MARIAGE NOW!!!!

AND THEN THE EGGS GET TO HELP OUT TOO AND ITS SO CUTE TO THINK ABOUT I AM GONG INSANE JUST HEAR ME OUT ON THIS AAAAAAAAA

Also I hope your having a good day/night, always happy to see your fics :^)

Marriage with Sir Pentious

This will also double for M for the fluff alphabet, for Pentious!

Writing this between cooking dinner, I'm pan frying some potatoes but I need something to do between stirring them... or I'm going to constantly stir them and they won't get crisp..

I hope you enjoy! C:

Sir Pentious sees marrying you being his ultimate goal, it makes sense given what time period he died in! Oh but he's so... all over the place in trying to find the best way to ask for your hand! The egg boiz aren't making it any easier to keep it a surprise! They're all clambering around each other and talking amongst themselves, it would be a great shock if you somehow didn't hear them!

I enjoy the idea that Pentious would ask Charlie and the rest of the cast to help him. Mostly Charlie, I mean we see him in the show telling him about his crush on Cherri, when they're all talking, when Alastor is talking to Niffty... At least I believe that's when it happened and what happened, there was no audio for them talking.. but the body language!

Ramble aside, Charlie really helps give him some ideas and a pep talk!

The ceremony itself it lovely, and of course hosted at the hotel. This poor man... oh he's so so lucky, he's probably crying multiple times throughout the ceremony. Definitely during his vows. His hood fans up when he sees you walking down the aisle towards him. Or when he's walking down the aisle, if you don't want to do it he'd swap with you in a heartbeat!

The crowd is filled with the egg boiz crying, a few congratulations being thrown from them during the vows.. it's a little distracting but it's sweet.

The egg boiz already saw you as a parental figure to them, but this just cements it! I doubt they would call you "mom", but it's obvious they see you in that role... Sobs..

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #sir pentious x you #sir pentious imagine #sir pentious x reader

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sparklefics · 3 months

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Fire Escapades (2)

Teenagers/40s!Bucky & Reader

Summary: Teenagers in love who are very serious about their feelings.

A/N: Finally I felt inspired to write again :) Reading part 1 is a must here. :P

Fluffy feels ahead! <3 🥰

WC:786

[Masterlist]

“James Buchanan Barnes, get out here right this second!!”

“Oh no. She Buchanan-ed me, she knows you’re here.” Bucky groans.

“You don’t know that for sure.” You say as you untangle yourself from his arms. You suggest going back to your fire escape.

Bucky agrees with you and once you’re out of his room he opens the door and his mama bursts through like a nervous wreck.

“Jamie! Oh honey!”

“Ma, what’s wrong?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N just got back from work and her girl’s gone!”

“Gone, what do you mean gone?” Bucky hated lying to his mom but for you he’d do just about anything.

You managed to get back into your room seeing as the window was now unlocked and wide open. Quickly you get rid of Bucky’s blue sweater and walk out of your room nonchalantly.

“Oh Winnie I just don’t know what to do—”

“Mom? Mrs. Barnes– Bucky? What’s going on?”

Your mom runs over and hugs you then pinches your arm. “Where were you, young lady?!”

“I was just in my room, mom.”

“I swear if you were with that Hodge guy, Y/N I already told you I don’t like him. You’re not to see him again.” Your mom threatened while Bucky stood there barely suppressing a smile. “Why can’t you get a nice boy like Barnes. Winnie’s son is a nice young man, appropriate.”

If only your mom knew how inappropriate you two already had been last night.

“Well, actually I–” Bucky tried to interrupt but you cut him off.

“Shut it, Barnes!”

“Y/N! Don’t be rude.” Your mom scolded you and turned back to Bucky’s mom. “Winnie, darling can you stop by for tea after lunch?”

“It’d be my pleasure.”

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While Winnie and your mom have tea…

You sit on the fire escape again, this time Bucky joins you. The excuse for him being there was sharing your English literature book Bucky had ‘misplaced’ his. So you sat there pressed up against Bucky, your head gently resting on his shoulder and his left arm wrapped around your waist.

“I’m afraid he won’t come back, my father,” you took a deep breath as you confessed your deepest fears to Bucky. “I’m afraid he’s going to die in this war, Buck. I can’t–” you let your sobs escape. Bucky holds you as you slowly stop crying, giving you forehead kisses and squeezing your hand.

He gently squeezed your hand again to get your attention. “Darlin, I know that I should wait for him for this but I’ll ask your momma if I have to. I’ll ask her today for her blessing. I want to marry you, take care of you–even your mamma. God forbid your father doesn’t make it back, I want you to feel safe and taken care of.”

“Buck, that’s sweet but aren’t we too young?”

“My dad married my ma when they were just fifteen. We’re almost eighteen. I don’t see the difference.” Bucky pressed his lips to your forehead. “Would you want to? I’m sorry I didn’t really ask. Would you like to marry me?”

Bucky stares down at you with his big blue shiny eyes, full of affection for you. You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to. “James, it would be a dream come true. Yes. I would love to marry you.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I need a minute to talk with our mothers. I’ll be right back.”

Bucky untangles himself from you and turns back to sneak into your house through your bedroom window, only to find his mom, your mom and your dad staring back at him.

“Umm, Sir I can explain.” Bucky starts as he tumbles through the open window.

“Sir?” You turn around, “Dad?!” you screech.

You scramble to get into your room but as soon as you do, your dad pulls you into his arms. And all you can do is cry happy tears. “You’re back!”

He buries his face in your hair and hums happily. “I am darling. I’m home.” He smiles down at you and squeezes your cheeks and drops a kiss to your forehead. Your dad makes eye contact with Bucky, who stands by behind you. “You have our blessing, son.”

“You…approve? But- but we’ve only just met.” Bucky stammers like an idiot.

“I heard– we all did, we heard what you said to my little girl. I know enough, James Buchanan Barnes, y/n would ramble on and on about you on the letters I got from home.”

“Dad!” You groaned and buried your face into his chest. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Bucky extended his hand to your father, “Please, sir, call me Bucky.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fic #40s!bucky #40s bucky #teenage!bucky #teenagers #sparklefics

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louiewrites · 1 month

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synopsis; Mr. Harrington is married. You know that. You just cant help yourself.

warnings; slapping, degration, creampie, aftercare, steve is mean, adultery, fingering, unprotected sex.

a/n; wrote this in like an hr forgive me. feedback appreciated. <3

The sounds that left your lips were downright sinful. It was all sinful truly; you knew he had a wife. It was common knowledge that Mr. Harrington had a wife, but that only encouraged you further.

Once his lips touched yours, every thought of his family left both of your minds. Once your hands touched his skin, all sense of morality escaped your bodies.

Steve’s hand was around your throat, thumbs pressing deliciously into your soft skin as he kissed you deeply. His fingers were knuckle deep into your sopping cunt and thrusting with vigor, and you couldn’t stop the constricted whines that escaped you.

“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Steve’s voice was teasing, demeaning, almost. It made your head spin. “Yes, yes, sir.” You sounded so desperate as your hand reached down to his wrist, doing whatever you could to just keep his hands right there. You clenched your eyes tight, your mouth slacked open as you chased your release.

Warm, wet lips kissed your cheek. “So beautiful, baby.” The words made your walls flutter around his fingers, a whimper escaping you. Your back arched as your fingernails dug into his wrist, your pussy steadily convulsing around his fingers.

Suddenly he let go of your neck, and his fingers came to a halt. A choked sound left you as your eyes snapped open, only to be met with Steve’s face, red cheeks, and his eyebrow raised.

Slap!

Your cheek received a harsh slap, and tears began to gather in your eyes. Steve’s hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to him. “Do you know what I risk doing this with you? Or are you too much of a slut to know that? Hm? Who’s pussy is this?” He landed a slap onto your cunt, your legs instinctively trying to close on him.

“Yours, sir! All yours, please, I’m all yours!” The words came out in a rambled, choked sob. “I like the sound of that. All mine.” He was unbuckling his jeans quickly, pushing them and his briefs down to the floor. He pulled his shirt off as well, while you squirmed and sniffled on your spot in the bed.

Seeing his cock, red and leaking, had your mouth watering. Steve’s hair brushed against your cheek as he crawled up to you, slotting perfectly between your thighs and leaning down to your ear. “You’re mine, honey. All mine, understand?” His hand guided his cock to your entrance, and he sank into you once he finished his sentence. You nodded, hands coming up to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the pale skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his cheeks as a means to make him go faster.

His firm arms held him up as he let out a groan, your cunt being absolute heaven to him. The sounds you made were music to his ears, and he’d give everything to hear them all the time. Every moan, whine, and whimper you let out was embedded in his mind like a life lesson.

“Sir, please, move.” At the sound of your voice, he sat up on his knees, gripping your ankles and pushing them as close to you as they would go, bending you in half. His wedding band dug into your skin, reminding you instantly of what you were doing. But you didn’t care. “So fucking greedy.” Finally, his hips moved back, quickly snapping forward, his skin hitting yours with a delicious sting. Your eyes rolled back, hands gripping his arms.

Steve showed no mercy as he started thrusting into you like his life depended on it, sweat starting to trickle down his forehead. The sweat made his hair stick to his skin, the sight alone enough to fuel a wet dream. “So good, sir, so good.” your words were almost incomprehensible, but Steve understood. He always did.

With every thrust he delivered, you could feel your release getting closer and closer. “Gonna cum so soon, baby? Embarrassing.” He seethed, his right hand traveling up to your jaw once again, gripping it in his hand. “Nuh uh, look at me.” Your eyes opened, staring into his as your toes curled from pleasure, obscenity’s spilling from your mouth.

Tears were still continuously trailing down your warm cheeks, your eyes staring into his as your release crashed down on you, your cunt clenching around him and your legs trembling. He broke eye contact this time, a guttural groan of your name leaving his mouth, before he leaned over you on his elbows. Soft lips crashed against yours and he thrusted one, two, three, more times before he stilled, cumming inside of you.

The kiss swallowed up every moan that came from either of you. It was beautiful, truly. Once he pulled away from the kiss for air, finally getting a good look at him. His lips were red and slick with spit, his hair was damp with sweat, and his eyes held nothing but love. Your hands got lost in his hair, scratching his scalp as he regained his normal breathing. His body dropped into yours, nuzzling his head into your warm, sweaty skin as he basked in the feeling of euphoria.

Eventually, he pulled out of you, grinning at the sight of his cum leaking out of your cunt. “Lemme clean you up.” He hauled himself to the bathroom, taking some time to clean himself up, and then he walked back into the room, a wet washcloth in hand. Your body was laid out, just how he left you, but you were breathing shallowly, nearly overcome by sleep.

Steve couldn’t help but get butterflies. You were stunning. He cleaned you up before slipping a shirt from your closet over your head, then he gently tucked you in. He put his clothes back on before turning to look at you one last time. “Sweet dreams. I love you, sweetheart.”

You knew he had a family to get home to. You knew the consequences of this. A part of you hurt, wished he could be yours only. But in moments like this, you especially longed for him. Moments when you were half asleep while he tucked you in, while he told you he loved you. You were reduced to a title you hated in these moments.

The other woman. That’s all you would ever be.

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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soap comforting you as ghost punishes you for (yet another) escape attempt, holding your face in his hands, giving you soft kisses and telling you how it's gonna be ok, he had to learn the hard way too, but simon's just doing what's best, he always knows whats best, and if you just stick with it like johnny did and keep taking it like a good girl you can be just as happy as johnny is, as simon beats your ass raw with a heavy leather belt.

ok i had to sit on this one for a few hours because oh my fucking god. oh my fucking GOD. this is so hot. idk who you are but we are getting married and i expect to see you at the courthouse tomorrow morning so dont be late.

im having heart palpitations over this. all the same cw for the fic (plus punishment spanking with a belt) below the cut.

You're shaking, chest heaving and knees weak as Johnny drags you behind him. You try to beg, to plead for him to let you go and to make him understand but he refuses, just scowls and growls out, "Stop throwin' a hissy fit. You shouldnta ran, you knew that. What happens now is all yer own fault."

He takes you into the bedroom, tugs you forward and shoves you onto the bed, then gets in behind you and hugs you tightly to him. He's unwilling to let you go as he worms his way into the position he wants, wiggling with just his legs to help until he's propped up on the headboard with you between his thighs. He doesn't move to comfort you or soothe your cries, just listens as you whine and sob.

Eventually Simon comes in, looking angry. You thought you had seen him mad before but now... this is another level. It's something you had spotted in Johnny when he first found you, the primal rage clear in his eyes, but it rides Simon's entire body. If you hadn't known you'd fucked up already, Simon's form would've told you.

He's literally shaking in rage. His hands are balled into fists, but there's a little tremor there.

His strides to the bed are quick, and he's got your neck in a tight grip before you realize he's on his way. He yanks you forward, nearly out of Johnny's arms, and growls right in your face. "Back where you fucking belong, huh pet?"

You can only shiver, too spooked to answer. He scoffs, shoves you away and leans back on his heels. "You did good, Johnny. You'll get your reward later, yeah?"

Johnny's still tense, every line of him beneath you hard and rigid. "Yes, sir."

Simon stares you down for a moment, then blows out a harsh breath through his noise and reaches down to begin unbuckling his belt. "Flip her over, Johnny. Want you to hold her still for her punishment."

Johnny's moving to follow his orders before they're even finished, flipping you with ease and pressing down on your lower back to keep you pinned.

"Hng-!" you grunt, trying to push up and away from sheer panic, but Johnny's not having it. He lands a powerful blow on your ass, shocking you into staying still long enough for him to grab your chin and yank up so you're looking at him.

"Gotta take your punishment, baby," he murmurs, eyes softening just the slightest bit at your panic-stricken face. "It'll all be over once you take it, yeah? We'll forgive you after."

"Johnny," you whine, hands coming up to scrabble at his chest as you feel the bed shift to one side. He makes a little tsk sound, grabs both your wrists and forces them to the small of your back, holding them there with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

"Hush, now.. No more talkin' til Simon says."

There's another harsh blow to you ass, this one stronger and from Simon. You can't stifle your yelp at the immediate ache. "Tell me why you're in trouble."

You can only sniffle, trying to yank your chin away from Johnny to bury your face in his chest. He doesn't let you.

Another smack. "C'mon, girl. Tell me why you're in trouble. You don't want to make me ask again."

You jolt a little at that, slightly reinvigorated in your squirming until Johnny's hold tightens to an almost painful point. You finally try to gasp out an answer. "I-I left, I wasn-wasn't supposed to leave."

There's a snarl from behind you, another smack. "You ran away. Good girls don't fucking do that. Anythin' coulda happened out there, coulda fuckin' died without us there. That what you want?" smack "Huh? Answer me, you rather die than be with us, pet?"

"No!" you sob, hips wriggling. "No, no! 'm sorry!" You're nearly wailing, the anticipation for your punishment driving you insane. You can't hold back the sobs.

"Calm down," Simon grunts, a heavy hand coming to push between your shoulder blades. "Panic'll only put the punishment off. Let's just get this over with, yeah sweetheart?"

You whine in reply, blinking a little to clear your vision and staring deep into Johnny's eyes. There's a stillness in the room for a moment, it feels like time completely stops as they give you a second to come back to yourself.

"Count them," Simon commands after you breathe evenly a few times. Your eyes furrow just a bit, Johnny's lips quirking up, and you hear a loud sound of something swinging through the air before your backside erupts in pain.

You practically scream, attempting to shoot away from Johnny. He's ready for you, muscling you back into place on top of him. He locks his ankles on top of yours, holds your legs down so you have no leverage.

There's another blow landed before you've fully realized what's happening. You let out a high shout again, eyes squeezed shut in pain as you're forced to just lay still and take it.

"Count, lass," Johnny murmurs, free hand stroking over your head far too softly considering how roughly he holds the rest of you.

Another blow, another shout, and in the short space between another you call out "Th-three! Three!"

There's a grunt from behind you, a hand stroking over one of your cheeks that has you yelping and trying to jerk away despite it's softness. "No. Start over."

Another blow. You wail in pain, sucking in just enough air to shout, "One!"

"Good. Again."

Another blow. They feel endless, you shouting and crying out in pain until it feels like your throat is bleeding, interspersed with what feel like empty comforts from Johnny.

"You're alright, lass, you can take it."

"F-four!"

"I know, I know it hurts, bonnie. You'll be alright, you're taking it so well."

"A-ah!"

"What number?"

"Five! Five, please, stop I can't-!"

"Simon's takin' real good care of you, baby. Just gotta teach you a lesson, yeah? Teach you what you did wrong."

"Six!"

"It's scary, isn't it? It's ok, you can handle it. Be a good girl for us now."

"S... seven, oh god-"

"Hush, you just have to let it happen. It gets better, you'll see. Simon'll show you."

"Eight... eight, please, I can't take it... I can't..."

"You can. I did it too, lass. It's hard, I know, but it's good. It feels so good once it makes sense."

"Ni...nine..."

"Just gotta go through it - no way past but through, yeah? You're being so good, baby, takin' your punishment so good."

"Ten..."

You hear something fall to the ground behind you and Johnny's hands release your wrists, reaching up to your arms so he can pull you up and tuck you beneath his chin, shushing you as you sob.

"There you go, love, you did it. Hush, now, it's ok, it's ok. You took it so well, such a strong girl for us."

"Johnny," Simon rumbles from behind you, and without further instruction he turns you a little away from his body, forces your head towards Simon. "Tell me why you were punished, sweetheart."

You can't make anything more than a noise of pain, the ache in your ass feeling like it's sunk to your very bones. Johnny makes a soothing noise in his chest, pets a hand through your hair.

"I..." you gasp a little, hiccupping. "I ran away. I'm not supposed to.. not supposed to run away."

"That's right," Simon cooed, all hostility and anger just gone from his voice. He reached for you and you couldn't help but flinch away, desperate to hide back in Johnny's neck. "No, don't hide from me, love. You took your punishment. It's over now, I'm not angry anymore."

You shake your head a little, unable to believe what he's saying. You're still locked in a haze of adrenaline, limbs shaking as they wait for more pain. There's a sigh from next to you, then strong arms wrapping around both you and Johnny. You can't hold back your little yelp, arms curling more tightly where they're wrapped around Johnny's neck.

Both of you are pulled to Simon's chest, his hand stroking from your head all the way down your back. His hand passes over your ass each stroke, and as time passes you flinch a little less each time. Your breathing is still unsteady, little whines creeping out of your throat every few gasps, but your heartrate slows and you relax little by little as there's no more pain.

"There, that's a good girl," Simon hums above you, hand not pausing it's trek down your spine. "You took my belt so well, did so good for me. Not gonna run away again, are ya?"

You shake your head with all the energy left in you, whining "No," in fear he hadn't understood your movement.

"That's right. Cause if you do, it'll be thirty with the belt."

#favorites #your ask is fantastic #asks and answers #bo writes #i did not edit this oops sorry #dlmliyh

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ilalos · 6 months

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A lady’s plea (Benedict Bridgerton x reader) Blurb

Summary: You are set to be married to a horrible man and the only way to get out of it is to find a better bachelor that will impress your father, and who is better than Mr. Benedict Bridgerton the most elegible bachelor of the ton (after his older brother got married).

Warnings: Non-descriptive nudity, crying, talk of death.

Word count: 505

A/N: Hello! This a teeny tiny blurb about and idea I have been toying around with but I would like some feedback before fully diving into it (my anxiety is flaring up, sorry) So if you this it is interesting and have any predictions to how it could go I would appreciate it if you could tell me :) I do have a draft of the ending but I would still love to see what you think.

Benedict sat petrified in his brother’s office while he watched you, a respectable daughter of a lord, getting undressed until you were left in just your chemise as tears streamed down your face and your body trembled with little hiccups. He finally snapped out of his stupor when you began undoing your chemise, which would’ve left you completely naked in front of him.

“Please, stop” he placed a palm in front of his eyes as he said that “Get dressed, for heaven’s sake” That only seemed to make you sob harder.

“If you could please just look at me, sir” you pleaded “you’ll see that I’m not that bad to look at, a-and I can provide you with children and I can lead a household and I won’t even be bothered by you having a mistress and also our marriage wouldn’t be long, I was sickly as a child so I will probably die in childbirth l-l-like my mother did and you will get to keep the dowry” you fell on your knees and crawled until you could place your hands on his knees “I can’t marry lord Wilson, he has had 4 wife’s already and all have died terrible slow deaths, please!” You pleaded and let your head fall towards your chest while more sobs racked your body.

Benedict could not help the way his heart ached when seeing you in such a vulnerable state, naked and crying while sitting on the floor like a dog. He felt deep sorrow for you as he knew about lord Wilson and the rumors that surrounded him and his past marriages, people whispered that he was experimenting on them, some strange medicine he learned in a faraway land.

A knock on the door startled both of them and Anthony’s voice could be heard from behind the entranced asking if everything was okay.

“Don’t come in!” Shouted Benedict as he hurried to pick up your clothes.

“Benedict, it has been more than enough time for you to be with an unchaperoned lady, unless you want her reputation tainted and our mother to murder you, I suggest you let me and Kate in right now!” The eldest Bridgerton said and the lock was seen wiggling again.

“Just a moment, brother” Benedict was hastily tying your corset but it was proving to be a difficult task because you were still crying and being uncooperative.

“Benedict, we have the key, we’re coming in” announced Kate, and sure enough, the key was heard opening the door.

Time stood still for all four of them as Kate and Anthony took in the scene in front of them. You were half-dressed, bent over the couch crying and Benedict was holding the laces of your corset. Anthony’s face slowly started changing colors until there was a single shade of red from the top of his head to the top of his collar. Kate was quick to close the door just as her husband found his voice to shout.

“What on earth is going on here?!”

#bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfiction #Benedict Bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #my writing

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dabis-loverboy · 1 year

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idk if you’re still doin requests with different characters but maybe

dilf!Kirishima x AFAB/fem reader nsfw; no quirk au, raunchy office scene. you can obv add your own spin to it not sure how detailed i should be

— 🧿 anon

The Things We Shouldn't Do

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, aged up characters, cumplay, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, dom Kirishima, creampie, boss/employee, infidelity, sir kink, dacryaphilia, praise kink

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x female reader

Author's Note: You can be as detailed as you want to be! Albeit be aware that the more detailed, the longer I might make it and thus the longer it'll take!

"Fuck!" You swore, bent over the desk of your boss.

Your breasts pressed against the surface of the desk, cheek against the wood grain as you felt his cock in your cunt. It felt far too good, truly, just laying there as Kirishima slammed into you. His hands were on your wrosts, pulling back as he buried his cock into you over and over again. You knew this was wrong. You knew it from the moment you had started this. He was married. He had kids. Yet you had become addicted to what he could do to you.

"Thats right. Fuck is right, babygirl." Kirishima grunted, red gaze watching your ass jiggle from his thrusts.

You were a moaning mess under him, mascara running down your face from tears at just how good Kirishima felt. Tears that Kirishima thought you looked good with. Your black pencil skirt pushed up to your waist and your white shirt was unbuttoned halfway down with your breasts spilling out of that black lace bra. Kirishima felt you tighten around his cock, groaning as it spurred him on to just fuck you harder.

"God! Fuck! Kiri!" You whined, "Right there! Please! Please, sir!"

You practically sobbed, feeling his cock hit your sweet spot. Kirishima leaned forward, inspecting your hickey covered neck before sinking his teeth in again. A loud gasp left your lips, "Kiri!" You cried out. You just wanted to chase that high, pushing the fact that his wife had been here just earlier out of your mind. After all, you knew it was wrong. You just didn't care.

"Cum around my cock, go ahead. Do it, sweetheart." Kirishima ordered, "Cum with me."

You let out another moan, letting a shrill "yes!" leave your lips. You were so close you were sobbing. You just wanted to cum, you just wanted to feel him cum. Was that so wrong? You didn't care if it was, feeling his cock slam into that spot over and over, stretching you open. Hell, practically splitting you open.

"Daddy!" You screamed, your walls tightening around his cock.

Kirishima groaned loudly, the new title spurring him on even more than "sir". "Fuck." He growled, rutting his hips against your ass, every thrust sounding loudly in the office. He nodded, "Yeah, I'm your fucking Daddy. Splitting that cunt wide open on my cock. Just like you deserve, such a good fucking girl."

You felt the orgasm rip through your body, screaming and sobbing in pleasure as you laid limp on ghe desk. You heard Kirishima let out a guttural, low moan as you came on his cock. He didn't slow down or stop, speeding up his thrusts, fucking his cock into you through your orgasm. Kirishima finally stilled inside of you, his cock twitching and erupting knside of you. You squealed, feeling the thick liquid pour into you. Kirishima began pulling out, still cumming. Both in and on your cunt, eyes lit up with satisfaction as he saw his cum dripping out of your cunt. You rolled over, your legs spread so he could have a better look. Kirishima smirked, watching a dopey smile spread across your face before looking back down to your cum covered groin. He reached down, slapping your clit before rubbing it. You lowly moaned.

You both knew it was wrong, he had a wife and kids after all, but neither of you cared.

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thehobbem · 1 year

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Jane Eyre

(Um. SPOILERS for Jane Eyre, I guess.)

So. I put off reading Jane Eyre for many years, bc

1) I read a chapter at college and didn't like the style (so I chose to read Great Expectations for that class, instead), and

2) pop culture spoiled the story for me long, long ago, so it killed any sense of urgency. Like, Rochester having his wife in the attic (technically, "secluded room in the abandoned 3rd floor") is the "Darth Vader is Luke's father" of English literature -- it should come as a shock, but at this point, everyone who cares already knows.

But I finally picked it up last week, and reader, I'm having a blast. And I realize now that no one had told me the actual two main attractions of this particular show: that Jane is absolutely hilarious, and that Rochester is WILD. I expected him to be wild, bc, well, he's got his wife locked in the attic, but he's entirely RIDICULOUS?????

So far, these exchanges have happened:

Mr. Brocklehurst: "What should you do to avoid hell?" Jane: "Not die" (GIRL XDD)

Rochester: goes on and on about temptation and redemption and regret, in the most abstract of manners Jane, getting up: "I'm not following anymore, so I'm gonna go. (This man??? Met this 18-year-old girl who has seen nothing of the outside world and???? decided to just???? tell her his entire life story???? including his sob story about a French mistress???? Didn't tell her about the wife in the attic, ofc.)

Rochester, who's way too cool about having been almost roasted alive in his own bed like a suckling pig: "Thank you, Jane, now go." Jane: starts to leave Rochester: pikachu_face.jpg "Are you leaving???" Jane: "You told me to??" Rochester: holds her hand, thanks her profusely for saving his life, calls her his 'cherished preserver', Jane: "No problem! Night." Rochester: "Are you really going?!" Jane: "I'm cold, sir." LSAJFLASKDF

Servants: talk in code about the wife in the attic Me: EVERYONE KNOWS, EXCEPT JANE???? HE'S NOT EVEN KEEPING IT A SECRET????

Rochester DRESSED UP AS A FORTUNE TELLER???? TO TEST JANE???? I GUESS???? He implies she's about to be super happy in life, but also that he's gonna marry Miss Ingram, and then???? Jane realizes it's him??? Jane: "Take this costume off, sir" Rochester: "...I can't, the string is knotted" SKJDJLDAKVK

Rochester keeps telling her he's gonna marry Miss Ingram, and that he'll send Jane away???? And then proposes to Jane???? Saying he TESTED MISS INGRAM, AND SHE FAILED???? So... So what, had Miss Ingram proved to be a nice person who cares about him and not his money, would he then... have married her instead???? WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE

And all the while I'm like "Sir, stop playing dress up and stop proposing to other women, YOU HAVE A WIFE LOCKED IN YOUR ATTIC" (same intonation of "a horse loose in a hospital"). Can't wait for the next fire, is all I'm gonna say.

Rochester is preposterous. He makes Fitzwilliam "You're beneath me, your family is ridiculous, I don't know why I like you but I do, you have fine eyes. Marry me?" Darcy seem like the MOST sensible man in the world. Hell, he makes Frank Churchill seem sensible.

Meanwhile, she has an uncle in Madeira (me, reading it: "oh she has an uncle in my country, how exciting!" XD) who has money and wants to adopt her???? GIRL, RUN TO YOUR UNCLE, BE ADOPTED, ENJOY THE COMFORTS YOU'VE NEVER HAD ACCESS TO

I'm loving every second of this. Reading this knowing about the wife in the attic is great.

Part II, because why not

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte #literature #we were born to make queuestory

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morgansunflower · 3 months

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Valentine

Wally West X Batsis! Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst

Words:1313

Arthur's notes! Wally was abused as a kid Iris and Barry adopted him when he was a teen.

The Batfamily try to comfort Y/N during the romantic holiday knowing she misses her husband. Even with the love and support.. She begins to remember when they thought he wasn't coming home.

"Jai! Irey! It's time to go!" Y/N announced to her twin children

The twins both speed to their mother as she intentionally held in a yelp by their sudden appearance. She had been married to Wally for 8 years and had been dating him prior for 4 years.. She still could never not be startled by a speedsters, well speed.

"your still wearing your pajamas?" she asked quirking her eyebrow.

Just a few seconds went by as they were gone and then returned fully dressed.

"ready now!" Jai proudly said

"I can see that" his mom chuckled

As the, West family minus one, arrive at the Manor. Each leave out of the parked car. Jai speeds to the entrance door to the Manor, opening it for his mom and sister

"maladies!" he playfully said

Y/N laughed softly being reminded of her husband in her son.

"thank you kind sir" she smiled rubbing his forehead sweetly

Her smile faded once inside missing Wally. It'd been 6 weeks since they last saw him. He had been absent for league missions as it was his turn to be Flash. Both Barry and Wally took turns every so often. Though unfortunately Wally was held up with responsibilities more than usual and had only enough time to call his wife every few days.

Soon thereafter being greeted by her family Y/N departs to the empty family. She sits alone on the couch. Her mood worsens as she rest her hand on her chin. Even in her bitterness she was grateful for her family was supporting her while her husband was away. It was the day after Valentines Day. Alfred insisted to cook dinner and have all the family together. Because of the romantic holiday.. They knew she would likely be feeling more lonelier than she already is. Which they weren't entirely wrong.

"you ok Kitten?" Selina asked her daughter

She lowers her hand as to not look as gloom as she feels. She softly smiled not answering her as she did not want to lie. Selina sits next to her.

She gently shakes her head angered she was becoming emotional "I know he's coming back"

"but it reminds you of when we thought he wasn't" she said

"man Y/N is so gonna kill me! Don't even get me started on you and the family"

"Wally?" Barry looked to his adopted son

"just tell them ok" Wally said has Barry reached out to his son, he was gone.

Y/N then sees only chrysalis's energy disappearing. Her eyes only saw Barry with Bart. She looks hoping to see her husband. Barry slowly approached her with dread. He feels his body is in shock. Her eyes begin shaking as, his hand came to her shoulder.

"Y/N, he wanted me to tell you--"

"NO!!" she begin to sob, in a instant her grief shakes her, causing her to kneel down to the ground

Dick hurried to her and leaned down to comfort his sister. She couldn't move as she could hardly breathe. She felt as though she was suffocating.

Bruce adjusted his tie sighing heavily. He was so worried for his daughter losing her other half and for his son losing his best friend. He then sees her in his reflection.

"I wanted to be here for you and for her" Selina said softly

Bruce hurried to her in complete adoration and embraced her. The former thief embraced the dark knight. He kisses her as he had too much to say to her in gratitude..

"she'll be OK, Bat" Selina promised

"what if she isn't, Cat? What if Dick isn't? How can I.. How can.." help them? Love them? Comfort them? Nothing seemed to be enough, he was scared to say the wrong thing.

"you be there as a shoulder for them to cry on. You be their comfort and you deny them to think for a moment their alone"

Y/N sits in the chair staring at the gravestone dedicated to her husband. Wally's adopted parents Barry and Iris were nearby her as they both were in tears.

She had cried for so long that now she felt nothing but complete brokenness. She had her arms folded as chest felt it would cave in just from her heart beating so rapidly. Right behind her she could hear Dick crying as Barbara was consoling him. Alfred sits beside her as he could see the horror on his granddaughters face. He touches her shoulder to comfort her.

Bruce sat with Selina while looking at his daughter and his son. He looked angered but inside he was truly worried for them.

As everyone began to leave Y/N stood by the gravestone, alone. All she could think about was there last moments together.

Bruce sees Dick sitting in his car barely moving as he tried to remember where is keys are.. He doesn't need to be driving..

"I took the keys from him earlier.. I'll drive him home" Barbara said to Bruce

He gently nodded trusting her to take care of his son. Bruce sees his daughter just as he hears thunder. A obvious sign that the storm from above is nearing closer to them. Though he understood her reasoning for not reacting to her surroundings. Bruce takes his umbrella opening it. Selina kisses he side of his face

"I'll be home" she ensured, and he knew she wasn't referring to her apartment.

Bruce softly smiled to her and then steps to his daughter.

Y/N feels drops touch her hair and then her skin. Then she doesn't feel the rain on her skin. She looks to her dad who was holding the umbrella over both of them.

As if she was a defenseless child she clings to her father, needing his comfort. He held her with one arm kissing her head.

Shortly thereafter she found out, she was pregnant with twins.. It wasn't until they were 5 months old that they were finally able to meet their dad.

The door to the Manor lightly creaks open by Wally. Who was holding chocolates with a bouquet of his wife's favorite flowers. Dick sees his best friend and softly smiled. Wally motions him to be quiet.

"go get her" Dick proudly said

Wally hears his kids in the family room he peeps his head in. The were both unaware of their father's presence while playing games with Damian. Wally grabbed a wrapped piece of chocolate and tossed it Iris's forehead and the Jai's neck.

The twins picked up the pieces of chocolate confused. They turned seeing him and gasped "DADDY!!!"

"hi my sweet princess!! Hi buddy!!" Wally grinned opening his arms as he knelt down.

The twins speed to hug their father. Wally was, in tears as he held them. Y/N had heard her children and wanted to stand onto her feet. She wants to run as fast as she can.. Though she began to sob to such a degree it shakes her weakening her greatly.

Wally gives his kids a tight hug before taking the flowers and chocolates to his wife. He hears her crying.. Wally speeds to her kneeling right in front of her. She looks at him unable to calm herself down. He puts down the flowers and chocolates on the coffee table.

Wally reaches his hands up to her face and kisses her. She hugs him with such a tightness it twisted his heart to ache as he realized.. What she was thinking about and what was bothering her.

"I missed you so much babe. I am completely and genuinely so very sorry" he apologized

"it's OK" she dried her tears and kisses his lips ".. Thank you for the flowers and the chocolates" she softly laughs

"yes I know today is not Valentines!" he defends playfully. "but I had to make up for lost time" he smiled softly.

#Jai and Iris west #batfamily #wally west x batsis! reader #Wally West X Reader #good dad bruce wayne #Crying #Grief #Supportive Batfam #Angst #Reunited #Wally West is a great dad #Past child abuse #Barry Allen and Iris Allen are Wally's adopted parents #fluff #valentine's gift #Wally is a little late lol

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Professor Trein: Here are the things you need to submit.

Leona: Tch. That's a lot.

Professor Trein: Ha! You're the one who begged me to give you advance requirements to finish this semester immediately.

Leona: Well I want to get out of this school and be with my wife sooner.

Professor Trein: I know. *smiles* Anyway, the deadline will be next month. But you can submit them starting next week.

Leona: Yeah, yeah. Got it.

Professor Trein: Don't forget to invite me when your future children are born.

Leona: Sure. If you live long to witness that. Heh.

Vil: Working hard, are we? You might surpass us at this point.

Leona: What? Are you feeling threatened?

Vil: *smirks* No. It's just that...

Vil: Wouldn't that affect your quality time with your wife?

Leona: ...

Ruggie: Huh? What are you saying, Vil-senpai?

Ruggie: They never had a quality time.

Leona: ...

Vil: Ara... You mean to say her and Leona have never done things a normal couple would do?

Ruggie: Nah. I've never even seen them kiss.

Leona: That's where you're wrong. We'd kissed once.

Vil and Ruggie: !!!

Vil: Once? ONCE?

Leona: *getting irritated*

Ruggie: And you're proud with that? HAHA!

Leona: King's Roar...

Ruggie: Wait! Calm down, Leona!

Ruggie: Can you believe that?! Your husband almost turned us into sand!

Jack: What did you expect? Sir Leona is putting some effort for Her Majesty and you're making fun of him.

MC: *smiles* Ruggie, you should remind Leona to take it easy.

MC: I would love to see him relaxing than tiring himself out.

Ruggie: Okay. But he's really motivated to finish early this semester.

MC: I see. Then you should do the same too, Ruggie.

Ruggie: Huh?

MC: I got the message from Azul that he had successfully purchased the island. Now we're on to the next step which is gathering the necessary people that will live in there.

MC: You'll be one of them, Ruggie. And you too, Jack.

Jack and Ruggie: U-Us?!

MC: You'll be part of our pride. Therefore, you must exert the same effort your king is giving.

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: Would I get my own house though?

Jack: H-Hey!

MC: Of course. *smiles*

Ruggie: Okay! You'll see me cracking those books!

MC's father: So my dear daughter is staying in Night Raven College with her husband?

A retainer: Yes, Your Highness.

MC's father: I see. You may leave.

*the retainer exits the room*

MC's father: ...

MC's father: I'll see you soon, my dear daughter.

MC's father: ...

MC's father: *cries* Why did you get married without inviting me? *ugly sobbing*

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst vil #twst jack #twst trein #leona's lioness

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