REBLOG: Go To Your Blog And Click The Egg To See What Hatches

opening the door triggers the boss fight

Astronaut readjusts to life back on Earth

> Don’t give him a baby for a while.

nice

Blurbs

Fantasy/Supernatural Blurbs

You’re a mermaid?

Shawn is an angel…literally?

Want // Werewolf Shawn*

Petting | Werewolf Shawn

Late Night | Werewolf Shawn

Challenge | Werewolf Shawn

Mine | Werewolf Shawn/Hybrid Wolf Reader

General AU

MMA Trainer Shawn

Bunks Bestfriend!Shawn

Just As Sweet // coffee shop AU

Missed You // College!Shawn

You and Shawn have a baby

Hot Cop!Shawn

Hockey!Shawn (badboy)

Little Bee

If I Had You | BFF!Shawn

Want | Friend AU

Feels Like Love | Badboy/BFF AU

Non AU (Real Life Shawn)

Cuddling

Shawn wants you to move in with him

Cake

Shawn locks himself out late at night

Protective Shawn

Lazy Day

The one where Shawn /really/ likes your new heels

Drunk kissin’

Under the table

Sweet Tooth

My Everything

Will you…

Down (plus size reader x shawn)

Shawn’s Favorite Thing

Hallo-weenie (you and Shawn go to a haunted house)

Nightmares

Sleepy

Aquarium Date

Bath

Backstage

Sick

You’ve Ruined Me

I Never Stopped Loving You (Jealous Shawn)

Perspective

Grounding 

Soft Love // plus size/curvy reader

Sick And Tired // Tour Shawn

“One Liner Blurbs”

“She’s hiding behind the couch.”

“Look at my tan. Shawn your skin is red, that’s a burn.”

You had one job…

“I thought I lost you”

“You want me to do WHAT?”

“dude, you’re whipped”

“Do I have to?”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS!?”

“I’ll put that tongue to good use if you don’t stop sticking it out”

“I’m telling you I’m haunted”

“Run for it!”

“I need a place to stay”

“You work for me.”

One Call Away

toxic ghost x fem reader [smut]

cw: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), fem reader fem anatomy, name-calling, degrading, praising, toxic ghost, angst(ish) idk! idk how i feel about this one, i haven't wrote in a minute.

You've been seeing Ghost on and off for months now. Answering his every beck and call, dealing with being shouted at, disciplined for every mistake the rookies made as if it were your fault, you allowed him to take his anger out on you, resulting in this... chase. This... game. You wanted to stop, you knew this was never going to go anywhere. Why did you still try? You begged for him to let you in, show him that you could be, were more than just a plaything. He blew you off, swiftly shrugging your hand off his shoulder as he would walk away without looking back.

You lay on your bed, your hands between your thighs as your head tilted back as you sighed out in pleasure. You couldn't stop thinking about him. He's ruined you, and you were falling into it willingly. 

You felt guilty, knowing he was breaking your heart. You didn't answer his text, he'd show up at your barrack, and you would allow him in. You always do. It was that time. He just wanted to relieve some stress, and you knew that's all it was. Falling into every sweet nothing he'd spill, just to get in your pants and leave you high and dry after he was done, chasing after him. He liked the game, he was looking back to make sure you were still running after him. He had you wrapped around his finger, in such the wrong way. You gasp, slowly lifting your head as you heard the doorknob twist and open, the dark silhouette of his body looming over you. You didn't stop rubbing yourself. It is so perverse, so wrong. You should stop, you know you should. You should stop right now. Turn him away. Don't give in. 

"What are you doin', luv?" he whispered, walking to sit on the edge of the bed. His sweet pet names got your stomach fluttering, but as you meet his dark eyes, emotionless except holding desire for your body and nothing more, you remember, these pet names meant nothing, were nothing. 

"Nothin'," you lied, defeated as you looked over his body before focusing on his eyes.

"Stop thinkin' so loud, luv," he rasped, his hand groping the bulge in his pants which were tightening. "'M followin' your eyes, doll, like what you see, yeah?"

Finally your hand movements stop, pulling your hand out of your underwear, you sit back on your elbows, giving him access to crawl closer to you. His waist opens your legs as he settled between them, hovering over you. He groans deeply as he grinds against you. 

"Getting right to it, I see," you muttered. His hand cupped your jaw as he tilted your face to his.

"That's right," his eyes squinted, looking over the features of your face. "You're so fuckin' pretty, baby. I can't help it."

He lifted his mask above his lips, leaning down. His lips crash against yours roughly, sloppily, hungrily as he then traced his hand down your chest. For a split second, you forgot about all of your woes, all of your negative thoughts about him. For now, you'd drown in this fire. Let him consume you, let him win you over for what you told yourself would be the last time. You moaned into his mouth as he held a tight grip onto your breasts, moving down to grasp your waist, massaging slow circles into it. Your hips knowingly buck into his, earning any friction you could find. 

He knew every weak spot, every sensitive spot, using it against you. He made quick work of kissing down your jawline, sucking on your neck while he pulled your pants down along with your panties. He groaned against your skin as he slipped a hand in between your thighs, his fingers exploring your wet folds before he slid your shirt over your breasts. 

"So wet already, yeah? Easy access," he chuckled lowly. He unbuckled his pants, removing them enough to free his cock. He spat in his hand and rubbed the spit along the thick head of his cock, slapping it against your cunt. "Ready for me?"

You do nothing but look up at him as you bit your lip. You nodded as your mouth fell agape at the tip prodding against your entrance. You both sigh in unison at the feeling before he slides all the way in. 

"That's it, fuck, that's it," he praised you. "Good girl, good fuckin' girl..."

This is what made you weak to him. You knew you couldn't be pleased like this elsewhere, yet you craved the emotional intimacy that you would never get from him. He thrusted deep into you, his tip hitting your cervix with each push, your moans were music to his ears. He grabbed your wrist into one fist and held them over your head as his thrusts got longer and deeper.

"Such a good cunt taking all of me," he moaned. "Feels good, right, doll?"

"Y-yeah, feels so good," you mewled. His movements went to a slow pace as his eyes flickered between your own.

He sighed. "Luv... talk to me." As if he actually cared.

You moaned at him slowing down, but as you met his eyes, obviously frustrated, you hesitated in speaking your mind. 

He leaned down, his other hand wrapped around your head as he caressed it, his other hand still holding your above your head. "Tell me, come on..."

"Simon..." you sighed. "I want... more than just sex."

He grunted as he slammed his hips into yours, earning a louder moan from you. He leaned back, letting go of your hands as he held a vice grip onto your hips, needily chasing his high, and you couldn't stop the knot from tightening in your stomach as he was hitting that one spot so deliciously.

"Simon!" you wailed, covering your mouth as your pussy clenched his cock as your orgasm sent waves of electricity through you. 

His jaw clenched as he finally made eye contact with you again, leaning down once more as he breathed heavily into your face. His nose brushed against yours, as he chuckled softly.

"Fuck... you brainless little thing... how many times..." he paused as he watched his cock slide in and out of you, hearing the schlick as your juices wept over his cock. "... do I have to tell you..."

He flipped you over on top of him, his hand grazes your lower back, guiding your hips up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. "That you... you are just a warm body. A nice hole to fill. To use. A good little fucktoy. And I know, luv, I know. I know you like it just as much as I do, yeah?"

His hips buck up into you roughly, the pleasure being too immense for you to handle as you cried out, your nails scratch against his chest. "See, look at you, you fuckin' slut, you love it."

You can't deny that you love it, but god you longed for more. 

"Simon..." you moaned as tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. "Please..."

He ignored your pleas as he kept bullying his cock into you, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you could barely hold yourself up. One hand caressed your neck as the other gripped the fat of your hips, using you as his cock sleeve.

"Take it, take it, fuck," he gritted his teeth, slowing his thrusts as he pulled you off of him, his cum shooting over your ass. "What a good slut."

You lay there awkwardly on his chest as he soothingly rubbed your back for a moment, coming off of his high. You then flopped on your side next to him, waiting for him to get up. This time it wasn't as instant as it usually is. 

"I don't want you to leave me," you whispered. "I'm so tired... tired of begging for it, Simon."

He laid there emotionless, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as his breath calmed. How can he be calm? How can he do this to you? To his subordinate... someone he was supposed to protect and care for?

He sighed as he sat up, pulling his pants up as he buckled them. He stood there with his back turned towards you. "And I'll keep coming back. As long as you let me. We can quit this little game... you're the one who keeps letting me in, yeah?"

Your mouth opens and closes trying to find the words. "You know what, Simon? You're right. Don't come crawling back here or even fucking text me when you want to get your dick wet. Go get it from some other bitch, I am not a barracks bunny... Get the fuck out of here." Your words held venom within them, but if you were being honest... you don't know for sure that you wouldn't let him come back. This was the whole point of the game, right?

He chuckled as he nodded his head. Almost as if he somehow knew you weren't serious. He knew just how to get into your head, surely it wouldn't be long before you let him come crawling right back. "A'right, then, soldier. Until next time..."

He walked out the door, leaving you alone to cry yourself to sleep in your pillow, not caring to shower, not caring about setting an alarm. You want to mean what you said so badly, but there's still part of you deep down that thinks there's a sliver of a chance to creep inside his cold fucking heart. 

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To be continued...? (maybe)

Petals & Bullets - Mob!Bucky AU

For as long as Y/N can remember, she has been sold in the black market as a sex slave. This time, the purchase is intercepted by a group of men in black. Their leader, a man with a silver gleaming arm, is the boss of the most feared mafia in NYC. Sucked into the world of drugs, guns and money, Y/N finds out more about her past than she bargained for. As her past and her family’s mistakes catch up on her, she finds herself falling for the man next to her with piercing blue eyes and a taste for violence.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Written Playlist //  Spotify link

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, rape, drugs. There’s a lot in here ok. Smut at some point, torture.

Teaser

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

Sweetheart |•| Simon Riley x Fem Reader

fluff, angst if you use a magnifying glass 🔎, Ghost being a cutie patootie, sexual innuendo once, 141 meets ghost's s/o for the first time, soap ans gaz love cats, i hc gaz has celiac disease

not proof-read bc i cant be arsed soz lmfao 💀

also reblog pookies and i'll give you a free foot massage

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Three months without your boyfriend.

Your eyes scanned the new book you bought, 'Psycho by Robert Bloch'. It was a good book. 'I think everybody goes a little crazy sometimes' Norman bates said in the book. It was a line you related to heavily, especially when Simon went out on his missions. You were left all alone with your cat, Eleanor. Although, she was an adorable, orange tabby cat she reminded you of Simon since he bought her for you. Everything in this house reminded you of Simon. Half of the stuff in the living room he had bought because he'd rather gift you something than hug which you understood because he had opened up a tiny bit about his past and it seemed traumatic. Simon gifted you the most lavish things to equal the amount of times he wanted to hug you but couldn't due to his past. It was sad to think he had to buy your hugs but you appriciated the gesture.

~~~

"Right, I haven't had the chance to tell her that you lot are coming so if she freaks out don't worry." Simon grumbles.

The rest of the group nodded. Price was sitting in the drivers seat with Gaz beside him, they were both chatting about how the mission went while Simon and Soap were sitting at the back. For once, Simon showed some emotion. Nervousness. His leg was bouncing and his fist kept clenching and unclenching.

"You alright L.T?" Soap piped up, looking at his obviously anxious supervisor. Simon nodded.

"I hope she's doing alright." Simon stared at Soap with that stoic expression. Price and Gaz stopped talking and Price turned his head a little, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'm sure she's fine. From what you've told us she can put up a fight so if something was to happen she'd be cool as a cucumber." Price smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Simon grimaced at the last part of his sentence but Price wasn't wrong. You knew Taekwando and you were flexible. Simon was shocked the first time you showed him how to do a backbend and that beautiful arch your back made that caused him to feel-

"Yeah, Ghost. She seems really nice. I've heard her while you two were on call. It's funny really. She sounds so sweet and bubbly and you-" Gaz stopped himself. "Well..." He trailed off when he saw Price shaking his head at him.

"He means that you two are polar opposites." Soap chimes in. "But you know what they say." He nudged Simon as if he already knew what he was going to say. "Opposites attract."

"Fucking hell." Simon let out a deep sigh. "Are we almost there?" He sounded impatient.

"Just around the corner, mate." Price reassured.

~~~

There was a knock at the door.

You poked your head from your book, folding the page over and stepping off the couch. You sighed. It could be Simon, then again it could be your SHEIN order that was due to arrive yesterday. You walked over to the door and opened it, gasping when you see your boyfriend, Simon.

"Simon!" You smile, stepping forward. Simons breath hitches and you notice this so you take a step back. He feels guilty. He had just been gone for three months and he's too scared to embrace his own girlfriend of 4 years? No. He won't let his fears get to him. Not when he's just left you for so long. Simon steps forward, pulling you close to him and hugging you. His arms stretched around your waist and he rested his face in the crook of your neck, you heard him inhale your perfume.

You were too distracted about the fact that Simon is hugging you that you don't realise his friends were here. You lifted your head to see them awkwardly looking away. "Simon, you never told me you brought your friends." You laughed when he pulled away, you could see the embarrassment in his eyes when he realised he had dived into your arms infront of his boss and co-workers.

"Yeah." He shuffled to the side and they all met your eyes. You smiled and waved and they did the same, mumbling some "hi's" and "hello's". "This is Soap."

"I believe he prefers-." Gaz speaks.

"Pipe down." Soap interrupts him.

Simon gave Soap a harsh pat on the back and Soap gave him a dirty look. He points to Price and Gaz. "Thats Price, my captain and Gaz."

"Oh, its so nice to meet you all. Come in, i'll get you all something to drink if you'd like.

"Um.. alright then." Price smiled back and entered, Gaz and Soap followed close behind and Ghost shut the door.

"I'm gluten free, by the way." Gaz says, looking around your massive living room. It has cat toys everywhere and Gaz nudges Soap. "They have a cat." He whispers and Soap looks thrilled, his head darts around in search for the feline.

While your in the kitchen making the men something to drink, they all settle down on the couch. Eleanor walks in and nuzzles against Ghost's leg. He leans over and pets her, scratching behind her ear. Soap looks in awe. "You never told us you have a cat." He scolds Ghost.

"You never asked." Ghost mumbled, picking Eleanor up and stroking her soft fur. "I missed you, Ellie." He whispers and holds the cat like a baby, loud purrs from Eleanor filled the room.

"Can I hold her?" Gaz asked, peeking over Soap's shoulder to look at the tabby cat.

"Me too, please." Soap asked, feeling his heart melt when Ghost placed Eleanor on Soap's lap. "Oh my god, who's a good kitty?" He says in a baby voice as Eleanor stretched across him and Gaz's lap. Their hands eagerly petting the cats fur.

You return with a tray of coca colas in bottles. "I made sure it was gluten free." You laugh and take a seat in an armchair. "I see Ellie has taken a liking to you both."

"Is that her name?" Gaz asked, looking up at you for a moment before sipping his cola and petting the kitten.

"Well, she's actually called Eleanor but me and Simon just call her Ellie." You smile.

"How old is she?" Price asked, scratching Eleanor's chin, smiling down at her. She purred away peacefully.

"Um.." You glanced at Simon who held up 3 fingers. "She's 3. She's a tabby cat so i'm just glad they don't grow too big."

Price nodded. "She's adorable. Be careful though, Soap and Gaz might want to steal her from you. They love animals." Gaz and Soap didn't even look up from the cat but they nodded. Eleanor let out a meow and they both went 'Aww'. "How long have you two lived together?"

"2 years I think. My dad left most of the inheritance to me so I asked Simon if he wanted to move in with me. And now we're here." You shrugged and Price nodded.

~~~

After about 2 hours of talking and joking Price checked his watch. "We should go now. Gaz and Soap have training tomorrow." He lifted up Eleanor from his lap and placed her on the couch. "Thank's for having us." Price smiled.

"Thanks." Gaz said with a smile before giving Eleanor a scratch on the chin. Soap did the same and nodded.

"Bye, you'll have to come over again!" You waved them off, shutting the door when they drive off. You re-enter the living room and sit beside Simon. "They seem lovely." You look up at him.

"You haven't known them as long as I have." Simon chuckled darkly, his arm hesitantly reaching over your shoulder and hooking around to pull you close to him. He looked down at you.

"So.. do you want to order a take-away or do you want to go out?" You nestled your cheek against the side of his chest.

"Can we stay here?" He asked, sinking into the couch. "Like how we are now. I don't want to let you go."

"Okay, Simon." You nod and smile. And he didn't let you go. He made sure you fell asleep and woke up in his arms.

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eat up guys

If I wrote a mcu x arcane story, would anyone be interested, and should to be a vi/viktor x reader or vi/viktor x oc