roe

(23, she/her) "you were cast out from the heavens to the ground... blackened feathers falling down..."

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roe, 23, she/her, with many hyperfixations <3 comments, rbs and asks are always appreciated <3

!! WARNING !! most of my work falls under the 18+ category - please heed the MDNI tags on my fics (of course, i am not in any way shape or form responsible for your media consumption. on that note - please read content warnings!).

★ do not use my fics on c.ai, or any other ai shit. ai sucks ass. ★

requests are: open! | dividers by: @cafekitsune | taglist post | ao3

masterlists:

♡ a song of ice and fire ♡ call of duty ♡ dc ♡ devil may cry ♡ ghost ♡ jjk ♡ marvel ♡ resident evil ♡ "f(uck)'me" masterlist ♡ christmas 2025 ♡ valentines 2026

things i've been part of! (go read everyone's works!):

bwa collabs ♡

-`✦´- roe's faves -`✦´-

fics of mine that are my personal favourites. whether it be to work on, because they've created fun memories for me, or anything else - these are my top fics (personally). of course i love all my fics dearly, but these are my favourites <3

-`✦´- "There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.” jason todd x f!reader, frankenstein au (series)

[masterlist link] we all know jason todd is almost frankenstein's monster-esque as a character, right? well what if we took the original setting of frankenstein, tweaked it to make it more... gotham-y and then some? frankenstein jason is probably my favourite au to date, and i always have fun writing for this series (to date this is the only series im also willing to write on my phone, as opposed to waiting patiently to get back to my laptop to write <3)

-`✦´- "still so good f'me, after all these years…" (or, dilf!jason takes his sweet, sweet time with you~)

pt 1 | pt 2 that one panel of knightfight jason todd really had me in a chokehold all december, and from that came this beautiful fic... plus its follow up - jason todd in a thong singing the thong song (everybody say thank you uni and hyde for the wonderful inspiration behind that one <3)

-`✦´- "ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along..." (dilf!robb stark x chambermaid!f!reader) (series)

[masterlist link] so - hear me out - what if robb stark was older. with that gorgeous grey streak. also what if he was depressed as fuck. and then we gave him chambermaid reader. and what if they fell in love, then what? this series kinda gives me softer, pride and prejudice type vibes, and as i write this i'm almost sad thinking about how i'm gonna have to end this series someday </3

-`✦´- "Look at me when you cum f'me, dove." (or, robb stark and his insatiable breeding kink) (mini trilogy)

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 ah, the stark breeding kink strikes again! this was initially just a one shot, but the possibilities kept presenting themselves... who knows, we may have more of these on the way soon! (that's what robb said, of course, to reader as he stared lovingly down at you-)

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★ taglist time~! ★

hi lovelies! it's been a while since i promised to do a proper taglist, and it's occurred to me that i actually need to make one now, so here we are! because of the amount of characters i write for, i have a dedicated form below - feel free to fill it out, and i'll add you onto the taglist!

keep in mind that i will only be adding those with 18+ visible on their page in my taglists due to the nature of my content. MDNI.

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character list of who i write for:

robb stark

jon snow

simon riley

alejandro vargas

capt. john price

jason todd

dick grayson

bruce wayne

harvey dent

toji fushiguro

ryomen sukuna

nanami kento

carlos oliveira

leon s. kennedy

taglists: (ignore these! these are just to make my own life easier <3):

robb stark:

jon snow:

simon riley:

alejandro vargas:

capt. john price:

jason todd:

dick grayson:

@actionshotcanon ,

bruce wayne:

harvey dent:

toji fushiguro:

ryomen sukuna:

nanami kento:

carlos oliveira:

leon s. kennedy:

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simon picking up drunk reader from the bar

The bass was drilling straight into your skull. At some point it stopped being music and started being punishment.

You were slumped sideways in the booth, cheek pressed against the table, eyes barely open. Your drink sits abandoned somewhere, condensation pooling like evidence of your bad decisions.

“Okay, that’s it,” your friend mutters. “We’re calling him.”

Your brain latches onto one word. shit.

“Him.”

You lifted your head an inch and immediate regret washed through you. The world tilted like it’s trying to throw you off.

“Don’t—” you mumble, reaching out. You miss completely, hand just… floating there. "traitor...", you mumble as you mock glare at your friend , who was busy dialing the number.

you don't realize as time passed, but you could sense it, a presence that cuts through the noise, through the haze in your head.

A hand on your shoulder. Firm and warm.

“You with me?”

You blink slowly, forcing your eyes to focus- and there he was. Simon stood over you like the physical embodiment of consequences.

You smile as the sight of him , “…Hi, handsome.” you manage to mumble.

“Jesus.”, simon hissed through his teeth.

You push yourself up a little, which was already too ambitious. The room spined hard and you wobbled, but he’s already there. One arm slid around your waist, catching you before gravity won.

“Careful,” he mutters.

You leaned into him without hesitation, head tipping toward his shoulder.

“Mmm. You came,” you murmur, voice soft and absolutely not as subtle as you think it is.

“Yeah,” he says flatly. “Against my better judgment.”

You grin faintly. “Liar.”

His grip tightens just slightly as you sway again.

“Can you stand?”

You consider it and decide honesty is optional.

“For you? Always.”, you grin at him, earning mock irritation.

Your knees nearly give out and you end up clinging to him, arms wrapping loosely around his torso. Then his hand comes up, firm at your back, holding you in place.

“Right,” he mutters. “We’re not doing that again.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, eyes half-lidded.

“You smell nice.”

“That’s not the issue.”, he responds flatly , although you could see the faint red creeping behind his neck.

“It is to me.”, you breath out under his ear.

He exhales sharply, already shifting your arm over his shoulders, securing you properly. You, meanwhile, are having an entirely different experience.

“You always this strong?” you mumble, fingers bunching slightly into his shirt, breath fanning over his neck.

“Focus on walking.”

“I am focusing. On you.”

“Walk.”

You could tell he was nearing the end of his restraint. “Easy”, he says, lower now, hands gripping at your waist tighter.

You laughed softly, which immediately turned into a wince. Your head dropped briefly against his shoulder as he guided you through the crowd.

“Missed you,” you murmur, words slurring just slightly.

god you were gonna be the death of him

You grin lazily, pleased with yourself for reasons that will not hold up tomorrow. The outside air hits you and you inhale like it’s salvation. you lean harder into him, practically hanging off his arm now.

“Tired,” you mumble.

“I know love.”

His hand shifts at your waist, thumb pressing lightly, keeping you steady as you wobble again.

You let him guide you down into the seat, your movements slow and uncoordinated. You nearly miss the seat entirely, but his hand at your waist corrects it instantly.

“Careful,” he mutters.

you sigh as you feel the relief of the cool leather against your skin and the smell of his faint cologne.

God.

Was it the alcohol or pent up frustration- you couldn't tell, but something was definitely feeling wet down there.

Simon slid into the car after you," right, you feeling better ?"

"i'm feeling more than better you know...", you say eyeing him up and down, fingers grazing his bicep.

"god, love..", He huffs something that might be a suppressed laugh. Might. Hard to tell.

You reach up slightly, fingers brushing clumsily against his jaw.

“We should do something about that", you say ,gesturing to his now evident arousal.

His hand catches your wrist gently but firmly before you can fully commit to whatever that was.

“Not right now.”

“Please”, you breath out ,trying to get closer to him in the cramped space.

There’s a beat.

"god, you will be the death of me"

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adeline's note: i hope u like this one guys TT , its been in my drafts for SO LONGG. lowkey wanna write fic with jjk characters but i feel like people won't really be interested in those considering my main expertise is with simon lol. SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YALL WANT THAT. -xoxo

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YESSSSSS SIMON AND DRUNK READER LETS GOOOOO !!!!

[forozren]

co-worker!ryland grace who was genuinely confused when he first saw you enter the faculty with the principal.

co-worker!ryland grace whose first thought was about how pretty you were. but he quickly shook off the thought because he figured you were probably a parent of one of the students.

co-worker!ryland grace who was floored when you were introduced as the new teacher. he couldn't wrap his head around the concept of you working at grover cleveland middle school, of all places.

co-worker!ryland grace whose desk was beside yours. he flashed you a nervous lopsided grin as he greeted you, fumbling with the pen he was fidgeting with and accidentally dropping it.

co-worker!ryland grace who knew the moment you settled in that he wanted to be your friend.

co-worker!ryland grace whose students teased him constantly and mercilessly for being "whipped" for the new pretty teacher because he always put extra effort when you were around.

co-worker!ryland grace who turned beet red when he found out what "whipped" meant and had his whole class lovingly laugh at him for the rest of the week. he couldn't look you in the eye because his dignity was brutally crushed and murdered by middle schoolers.

co-worker!ryland grace whose palms always turned sweaty when you stood closely to him. whose heart ached whenever you laughed. whose gaze always stopped to watch you in awe. whose soul felt at home with yours.

co-worker!ryland grace who knew he liked — no, loved you — when he saw you comforting a crying student underneath the stairwell in the emergency after school hours. you were gentle, kind, and patient; making the student laugh even through her tears.

secret admirer!ryland grace who put in extra effort after he made peace with his feelings for you. he took note of the supplies you kept on your desk in the faculty and kept extras in his desk drawers just in case you ran out of yours.

secret admirer!ryland grace who began talking to you more than usual. he always somehow finds his way to your classroom and he uses every single excuse in the book to stay in your company a little longer.

secret admirer!ryland grace who didn't deny or shut down his students teasing like before, making them squeal and giggle loudly optimistically. he was relieved that at least he had the support of his students.

secret admirer!ryland grace who always did things for you just because. he bought you lunch just because. he bought you coffee just because. he helped you clean your classroom just because. he changed his route home to accompany you just because.

secret admirer!ryland grace who was scared deep down that you didn't reciprocate his feelings because he didn't receive any signals that you might like him back. despite the reassurances from his students and co-workers, he just couldn't help but feel anxious!

secret admirer!ryland grace who felt betrayed by his co-workers when he was set up to work with you in organizing the annual school dance. he asked for your number under the excuse of "easy communication".

secret admirer!ryland grace who learned a lot about you during the whole process. he learned why you became a teacher. he learned about your family. he learned about your hobbies. he learned about your all favorites. he learned how you liked your coffee. god, he learned so much about you and he wants to keep on learning more.

secret admirer!ryland grace who made sure he wore his best clothes at the school dance (which wasn't much, really. but it was the best that he owned!)

secret admirer!ryland grace who fell for you even harder when you walked in the school gymnasium and he could've sworn that the entire room became brighter and warmer; like sunlight spilling through the window in a cold winter morning.

secret admirer!ryland grace who felt betrayed by his students (and later on, co-workers, again, after he learned that they were in kahoots with each other) when they shoved a boque of flowers in his hands and practically shoved him towards your direction.

secret admirer!ryland grace who suddenly felt a wave of gratitude for everything that went wrong in his life because seeing you light up at the sight of your favorite flowers in his hand made everything feel right.

secret admirer!ryland grace who very nervously — and bravely — asked you for a dance once he felt like you finished admiring the flowers. he almost melted from relief when you beamed with stars in your eyes and said yes.

secret admirer!ryland grace who finally mustered up the courage and confessed his feelings to you before asking you out on a date the next weekend. he definitely didn't cry tears of joy when you excitedly accepted his invitation and confessed your feelings for him too.

secret admirer!ryland grace who went back home smiling and giddy. any ounce of betrayal he might've felt for his students and fellow teachers was quickly replaced with overwhelming gratitude.

boyfriend!ryland grace who swore to marry you someday and never lose you to anyone — especially to a man named mark. you laughed and everything was going to be okay.

boyfriend!ryland grace who no longer lived his life like an eternal winter. your light drove the snow clouds away and your warmth melted the ice into pools of water. your smile was spring itself and the butterflies that would flutter in his stomach was enough proof of that to be considered a fact.

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oh my god i love co-workers to lovers!!!!

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CONGRATULATIONS! @anon-188 @theworstwolvie @venigrantrogers >:) i will make graphics for you.

thank you everyone for your interest! i hope you 1) have a great summer and 2) in a somewhat fated manner, find the right pic for your moodboard 🙂‍↕️

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"i wanna feel you from the inside~" (simon riley and you have a secret...) simon riley x f!reader

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★word count: 2.6k ★description: you finally have a night off (ish) after a busy week of work. lucky for you, you can do whatever you want. unlucky for you, soap takes that to mean he can drag you (and the rest of TF141) to the pub. extremely fortunate for you, then, is the fact that simon riley is there to make it all better <3 ★content: this is smut. don't like, don't read! MDNI! they get freaky in bed, consensual somno (it's not explicit, but i have written this as if it were consensual), established relationship (reveal at the end hehe)

roe speaks: i've recently been playing back through the cod games (again... i know...) and have been plagued with a simon riley fixation that i just can't shake off! also the green from the moodboard reminds me of the first mission in mw2 (2022) (the night vision). anyway, enjoy this post-gym fic i wrote up tonight <3 anyway im gonna go dream ab that picture on the right tonight teehee

You had a routine. The same old, usual bullshit - day in, day out. Monday to Friday, rest day on Saturday, prep day on Sunday. Sometimes, you'd give yourself a little leeway though, like tonight. After all, the rest of the team was out here for drinks too - so why not, hmm?

So here you are - in some random pub Soap had dragged you all to. Nursing a shitty beer, trying not to get your arms on the weird sticky surface every pub's tables had. It's loud (as it always is, on a Friday night), and you can barely hear yourself think. Gaz and Soap have been eyeing the karaoke machine for a while, leaving you all alone with Captain Price, making small talk as the two of you avoid proper conversation. Well… you're not really all alone.

The room shifts around you as he walks in - six foot four, towering over everyone as he swaggers over towards your table. You don't turn around (but then again, you dont need to. You know he's here), sipping at your beer as Price scoffs and shakes his head,

"Not how you drink that-"

"I know."

"And yet here you are, sippin' away like a baby."

"Fuck else am I supposed to do - tastes like shit, Cap."

"Can't deny that- Simon. Nice of you to join us."

His voice holds a consistent tone, until he acknowledges the other, a small inflection giving away his joy at seeing the still masked man. Price nods at him, and he nods back, taking a seat across from you. After he's finished his conversation with Price, he slowly turns to you - his eyes following after as he drinks you in.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, both you and him know exactly how this night ends. But that's not an issue that either of you are willing to acknowledge at this point in time. As you have your slightly strange, very awkward moment, Price stands up and Gaz and Soap finally get their hands on the mics at the karaoke machine. He sighs, letting out an almost fatherly chuckle,

"Right then kids, steppin' out for a cig - don't call me unless you're dyin', or someone else's dyin', got it?"

..which was his own way of saying 'love you, but leave me the fuck alone tonight'. Neither you nor Simon stop him, watching him trail off and step outside. The two of you turn towards each other again, words tickling your tongues before you both think better.

One moment passes… and then a second… and a third, before you finally smile at him and get up, pointing towards the bar,

"I'm gonna go grab myself a new drink - can't stand this beer - you want anything?"

"I'm good."

"…cool…"

"…"

Your hips sway as you turn away from him, not realising how his eyes follow the way you move. Watching you as you order. There's something that tugs at him as he watches you giggle and play with your hair, leaning on the bar as you watch the bartender make your drink.

With their song finally over, both Gaz and Soap have had plenty of time to assess what's happening in front of them. And it's nothing short of a nuclear disaster, in their books! They pass their mics off onto the couple waiting patiently to sing after them, nodding to one another as Soap saunters over to Simon, and Gaz over to you,

"New drink, huh?"

"In my defence-"

"Shitty beer! Say less."

"Exactly! Ugh, why Soap insists on beers for everyone is.. beyond me."

"Some bullshit about it being the 'right drink', or something. So, whatcha drinkin' now?"

"Double Bells and coke."

He makes a low whistle, nodding appreciatively as he orders himself the same. As the two of you fall into a comfortable conversation, back at the table, Soap's just planted himself beside the not-so-stoic, struggling man,

"Lt!"

"Johnny."

"Preoccupied tonight, eh?"

"Never."

"I dunno Let, seems like ya mind's lost somewhere… perhaps on someone, even…"

"What're you tryna say, Johnny?"

"Nothing! Nothing…"

The two sit quietly (a stark difference to your and Gaz's bumbling gossiping away at the bar), hands shoved in pockets. It doesn't start out awkward, but with how Soap stares at him, and how the pub seems to suddenly feel so overpacked - he can't help but pull a face under the mask. He tugs off his jacket, letting his head roll back.

It's that exact moment that your eyes land on his stretched neck, watching how his Adam's apple bobs up and down and trying so very hard not to stare at the veins that colour his skin. You quickly tug yourself back into conversation, inhaling deep as you try to ignore what had just happened.

As both Gaz and Soap nod in some sort of success, Price walks back in - face dropped as he approaches the table. He turns to face Gaz and you, beckoning you over and then crossing his arms as he waits,

"Right. So. Our lovely Sergeants have fucked up their paperwork of the night - calling this lovely get together to a quick end. Unfortunately we'll just have to reschedule - understood?"

Both Sergeants moan and groan as Price practically drags them out of the pub. You miss the subtle wink he throws in Simon's direction, but don't miss the knowing eyebrow raise on his way out. Fortunately, that has brought a very awkward situation to an end… ish. Neither you nor Simon make any move to continue at the pub, leaving and catching the first bus back to your place. Despite all the places you had travelled, there was always a weirdly nostalgic feeling about Manchester at night. The slightly off-putting lights, the dinghy signs. Even better when slightly tipsy, riding a bus and stumbling back home.

As soon as the two of you stumble inside, you quickly fall into a well practiced rhythm - his hands pressing up against your waist, holding you up to the wall as he rips his mask off, and his lips find your neck. Your hands tangle into his dirty blonde hair, anchoring yourself to him as he lifts both of your legs and wraps them around his waist,

"Upstairs, now."

"So commanding - don't you get enough of that at work?"

"Oh, she wants sweet and soft tonight?"

"Hmmm… we'll have to see~"

He sighs, shaking his head as you wrap your arms around him, pressing kisses to the side of his face. As he walks the two of you into the bedroom, he lowers you onto the bed, and you elt your arms fall from him. Unlike before, there's no awkwardness as the two of you stare at each other. There's no weirdness between you as both you and him quickly strip down to nothing, as he lowers his own body - letting it loom over you and cage you in.

He can't deny how his cock twitches when you whine like that.

You take the moment, flipping him over as you take control (for now) (or does he let you take control?). He's briefly taken back, before he rolls his eyes, leaning against the headrest. One hand reaches out to flick on the nightlamp, casting a soft amber glow around the room and upon the two of you. And as the cold Manchester night rumbles on with winds and bursts of rain, the two of you finally bring yourselves together.

He runs a finger up your folds, before parting them, playing with the slick as you inhale sharply. Your hands find his shoulders and he moves his to your waist, helping you lower yourself onto him. You wrap your thighs around him, rocking back and forth as you slowly accomodate his thick length. His head drops to your shoulder, breathing in the scent of you as it mixes with his, and the sweet tang that begins to fill the room starts to waft in between. His eyes flit open as he groans, urging you to go faster,

"Patience, Simon-"

"Patience? Don't talk to me about bloody patience, love."

"What, the great Ghost can't practice a little restraint?"

"…"

"Awhh.. poor baby… sulking and sighing and-"

"Do you want to be in control?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to stay in control?"

You roll your eyes but comply anyway, picking up the pace as you roll your hips up and down. His hands help, pulling and pushing your body. You tell yourself you're letting him help, but both you and him know it's not that. Still, you won't stop him - not when you feel so perfect, with his cock filling you in ways you had missed so desperately. Except right as it starts to feel like that, he stops. He holds your hips in place, pulling his cock out of you and ignoring your pathetic whines as he turns you around - facing the long, full length mirror in front of your bed as he pulls you back down onto him.

And now you're presented with the sight of you - legs wide open, back pressed against his chest as his mouth finds your ear, whispering softly,

"Sorry love - let me take over tonight, yeah? You can have another night."

"Not fair, Si-"

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay - I'll make it up to ya."

"You better.."

He hooks his arms under your legs, lifting them up and practically folding you on his cock. Your hands rest on his arms as shaky breaths trickle out of your throat - he's so much deeper than he ever was before, reaching further into you as he thrusts in and out at a pace that you know will have you sore in the morning. The need for him begins to envelope you, a thick haze clouding your mind with thick, lustful mists. You try to claw at him, to anchor yourself to him, and your nails practically dig into his heavily tattoo'd arms. Not that he minds. He never minds.

"So pretty and fucked out f'me, huh? Don't pass out on me yet."

"I- o-oh, that's it, right th-there!! I wo-n't~!"

"Good girl."

"Oh!"

The validation has you clenching around him as he chuckles, slamming his hips into you faster as your body falls forward from him. The two of you move into a position that has his arms caging you in, pinning you down to the bed as your hips move back into his. Your back arches and you feel one hand lower to your stomach as the other trails further.

The one on your stomach presses down as he kisses your neck, speaking into your skin as vibrations rumble through your body,

"Feel that, right there? That's me, fillin' ya up."

"F-fuck, Si-"

"I know, baby. Gonna fill you, don't you worry."

You only moan in response, body slumping as he drives you closer and closer to your release. The other hand finds your clit, rolling slow circles whilst you try not to buck your hips back into his (and fail miserably). As you get closer and closer, your hands dig into the bedsheets below - tugging at them whilst your brain drives itself over the edge, filled with a maddening desire for him, him and only him. You make the mistake of looking up in the mirror, meeting your own eyes (overtaken by a hazy lust) before finding his own eyes. When you do, he slams into you one last time as you cry out - entirely overwhelmed as you shake in his arms, small whines and moans whispering out of your throat.

The two of you stay still for a while, with him whispering slow, sweetened praises into your ear as you bring yourself back to reality. He slides out of you - taking his time, letting both you and him enjoy every inch before repositioning you in bed. With you now on your back, he trails kisses down your body.

Your neck.

Your chest.

Your nipples - the very peaks, before swirling his tongue around both.

Your stomach, and finally all the way down to your folds - coated with cum. He holds your thighs apart, pressing down with his hands to ensure you won't close your legs around his head (not that he'd mind if you did) before licking one long, unhurried stripe up your folds - stopping at your clit. His mouth latches on, sucking at your clit with a vigour that you just can't match as you cry and grab at his hair. Your hips rock up into his mouth, overwhelmed by his expert ministrations.

But he doesn't slow down. Instead, he removes his mouth from your clit - replaced with three fingers that swipe over with a maddening pace - and moves to your folds. As his fingers work tirelessly over your aching clit, his tongue plunges in and out of you. He laps up each and every drop that leaks out of you, all as you writhe and shake underneath him. You're rolling your head back, pushing your hips into his face and he's chuckling and humming over your clit. The sensation sends shivers up and down your spine as you attempt to clench your thighs around his face - held back by his hands still pressing down. Still, you cum fast and quick on his tongue. He works through, swirling his tongue through your folds as he ruts himself into the bed below. His cock leaks onto the bedsheets, sure to ruin them as he grinds down to relieve himself, his mouth still pressed firmly against you.

The last thing you realise before you pass out from the sheer overwhelming nature of it all is how he spells his name out - one letter at a time - into you.

You're not sure how long he spent with his head between your thighs, but if previous nights were any indication to go by, he probably stayed there well past you passing out. All you know is that when you wake up to the sounds of birds chittering outside, wrapped up in the arms of the man you love so very dearly, you feel nothing but content. Your head rests on his chest as you lazily draw patterns into his skin - tracing over his tattoos, trailing your nails up his skin as he sleeps-

"Oi - quit it, you."

His voice holds no real malice, nor any actual wish for you to stop as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. In respose, you hum, pressing a kiss to his chest and looking up at him. Oh, how he missed your doe shaped eyes, staring up so peacefully back into his own soft blue eyes. One hand finds your back, drawing circles onto your skin as the two of you slowly wake up,

"Been a while, hmm?"

"Mmm."

"Si?"

"Yes, love?"

"When are we gonna tell 'em?"

"Who?"

"Gaz and Soap?"

"…"

"Simon…"

"I dunno, love.."

"It's been three years. I'm tired of pretending! It was funny at the time, only having Laswell, Price, Nik and a few others in on the wedding-"

He sighs, closing his eyes as memories of you in your dress, twirling around flood his memory. Only to be quickly replaced by memories of him practically tearing you out of the dress, pounding into you all night as-

"Simon?"

"Huh?"

"You zoned out?"

"Oh.. erm.. we'll tell 'em soon-ish?"

You roll your eyes, closing them again and letting yourself drift off to sleep. Whilst outside, as morning birds sang their songs and two tired Sergeants stumbled out of base (oh, if only they knew!) - desperately seeking a bed and sleep, in here, the two of you had made your own sweet paradise.

You wouldn't change it for the world.

xoxo, roe~

tags: @houseofhyde @unificsation @barnesonly @superbassbuck @firingstars @54nboo @iamthatonefangirl @superbassbuck @honeysucklewatr @pillow-princess-69@tw1sters @pinksplace @tamyyyy2005

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oh my god, roe. you just reminded me about an obsession i forgot i had. jesus christ this was so fucking good, i'll NEVER skip a good somno fic, and your writing makes it absolutely perfect!!!

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dw i have more simon otw >:) simon girlies rise up MWAH

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"i wanna feel you from the inside~" (simon riley and you have a secret...) simon riley x f!reader

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★word count: 2.6k ★description: you finally have a night off (ish) after a busy week of work. lucky for you, you can do whatever you want. unlucky for you, soap takes that to mean he can drag you (and the rest of TF141) to the pub. extremely fortunate for you, then, is the fact that simon riley is there to make it all better <3 ★content: this is smut. don't like, don't read! MDNI! they get freaky in bed, consensual somno (it's not explicit, but i have written this as if it were consensual), established relationship (reveal at the end hehe)

roe speaks: i've recently been playing back through the cod games (again... i know...) and have been plagued with a simon riley fixation that i just can't shake off! also the green from the moodboard reminds me of the first mission in mw2 (2022) (the night vision). anyway, enjoy this post-gym fic i wrote up tonight <3 anyway im gonna go dream ab that picture on the right tonight teehee

You had a routine. The same old, usual bullshit - day in, day out. Monday to Friday, rest day on Saturday, prep day on Sunday. Sometimes, you'd give yourself a little leeway though, like tonight. After all, the rest of the team was out here for drinks too - so why not, hmm?

So here you are - in some random pub Soap had dragged you all to. Nursing a shitty beer, trying not to get your arms on the weird sticky surface every pub's tables had. It's loud (as it always is, on a Friday night), and you can barely hear yourself think. Gaz and Soap have been eyeing the karaoke machine for a while, leaving you all alone with Captain Price, making small talk as the two of you avoid proper conversation. Well… you're not really all alone.

The room shifts around you as he walks in - six foot four, towering over everyone as he swaggers over towards your table. You don't turn around (but then again, you dont need to. You know he's here), sipping at your beer as Price scoffs and shakes his head,

"Not how you drink that-"

"I know."

"And yet here you are, sippin' away like a baby."

"Fuck else am I supposed to do - tastes like shit, Cap."

"Can't deny that- Simon. Nice of you to join us."

His voice holds a consistent tone, until he acknowledges the other, a small inflection giving away his joy at seeing the still masked man. Price nods at him, and he nods back, taking a seat across from you. After he's finished his conversation with Price, he slowly turns to you - his eyes following after as he drinks you in.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, both you and him know exactly how this night ends. But that's not an issue that either of you are willing to acknowledge at this point in time. As you have your slightly strange, very awkward moment, Price stands up and Gaz and Soap finally get their hands on the mics at the karaoke machine. He sighs, letting out an almost fatherly chuckle,

"Right then kids, steppin' out for a cig - don't call me unless you're dyin', or someone else's dyin', got it?"

..which was his own way of saying 'love you, but leave me the fuck alone tonight'. Neither you nor Simon stop him, watching him trail off and step outside. The two of you turn towards each other again, words tickling your tongues before you both think better.

One moment passes… and then a second… and a third, before you finally smile at him and get up, pointing towards the bar,

"I'm gonna go grab myself a new drink - can't stand this beer - you want anything?"

"I'm good."

"…cool…"

"…"

Your hips sway as you turn away from him, not realising how his eyes follow the way you move. Watching you as you order. There's something that tugs at him as he watches you giggle and play with your hair, leaning on the bar as you watch the bartender make your drink.

With their song finally over, both Gaz and Soap have had plenty of time to assess what's happening in front of them. And it's nothing short of a nuclear disaster, in their books! They pass their mics off onto the couple waiting patiently to sing after them, nodding to one another as Soap saunters over to Simon, and Gaz over to you,

"New drink, huh?"

"In my defence-"

"Shitty beer! Say less."

"Exactly! Ugh, why Soap insists on beers for everyone is.. beyond me."

"Some bullshit about it being the 'right drink', or something. So, whatcha drinkin' now?"

"Double Bells and coke."

He makes a low whistle, nodding appreciatively as he orders himself the same. As the two of you fall into a comfortable conversation, back at the table, Soap's just planted himself beside the not-so-stoic, struggling man,

"Lt!"

"Johnny."

"Preoccupied tonight, eh?"

"Never."

"I dunno Let, seems like ya mind's lost somewhere… perhaps on someone, even…"

"What're you tryna say, Johnny?"

"Nothing! Nothing…"

The two sit quietly (a stark difference to your and Gaz's bumbling gossiping away at the bar), hands shoved in pockets. It doesn't start out awkward, but with how Soap stares at him, and how the pub seems to suddenly feel so overpacked - he can't help but pull a face under the mask. He tugs off his jacket, letting his head roll back.

It's that exact moment that your eyes land on his stretched neck, watching how his Adam's apple bobs up and down and trying so very hard not to stare at the veins that colour his skin. You quickly tug yourself back into conversation, inhaling deep as you try to ignore what had just happened.

As both Gaz and Soap nod in some sort of success, Price walks back in - face dropped as he approaches the table. He turns to face Gaz and you, beckoning you over and then crossing his arms as he waits,

"Right. So. Our lovely Sergeants have fucked up their paperwork of the night - calling this lovely get together to a quick end. Unfortunately we'll just have to reschedule - understood?"

Both Sergeants moan and groan as Price practically drags them out of the pub. You miss the subtle wink he throws in Simon's direction, but don't miss the knowing eyebrow raise on his way out. Fortunately, that has brought a very awkward situation to an end… ish. Neither you nor Simon make any move to continue at the pub, leaving and catching the first bus back to your place. Despite all the places you had travelled, there was always a weirdly nostalgic feeling about Manchester at night. The slightly off-putting lights, the dinghy signs. Even better when slightly tipsy, riding a bus and stumbling back home.

As soon as the two of you stumble inside, you quickly fall into a well practiced rhythm - his hands pressing up against your waist, holding you up to the wall as he rips his mask off, and his lips find your neck. Your hands tangle into his dirty blonde hair, anchoring yourself to him as he lifts both of your legs and wraps them around his waist,

"Upstairs, now."

"So commanding - don't you get enough of that at work?"

"Oh, she wants sweet and soft tonight?"

"Hmmm… we'll have to see~"

He sighs, shaking his head as you wrap your arms around him, pressing kisses to the side of his face. As he walks the two of you into the bedroom, he lowers you onto the bed, and you elt your arms fall from him. Unlike before, there's no awkwardness as the two of you stare at each other. There's no weirdness between you as both you and him quickly strip down to nothing, as he lowers his own body - letting it loom over you and cage you in.

He can't deny how his cock twitches when you whine like that.

You take the moment, flipping him over as you take control (for now) (or does he let you take control?). He's briefly taken back, before he rolls his eyes, leaning against the headrest. One hand reaches out to flick on the nightlamp, casting a soft amber glow around the room and upon the two of you. And as the cold Manchester night rumbles on with winds and bursts of rain, the two of you finally bring yourselves together.

He runs a finger up your folds, before parting them, playing with the slick as you inhale sharply. Your hands find his shoulders and he moves his to your waist, helping you lower yourself onto him. You wrap your thighs around him, rocking back and forth as you slowly accomodate his thick length. His head drops to your shoulder, breathing in the scent of you as it mixes with his, and the sweet tang that begins to fill the room starts to waft in between. His eyes flit open as he groans, urging you to go faster,

"Patience, Simon-"

"Patience? Don't talk to me about bloody patience, love."

"What, the great Ghost can't practice a little restraint?"

"…"

"Awhh.. poor baby… sulking and sighing and-"

"Do you want to be in control?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to stay in control?"

You roll your eyes but comply anyway, picking up the pace as you roll your hips up and down. His hands help, pulling and pushing your body. You tell yourself you're letting him help, but both you and him know it's not that. Still, you won't stop him - not when you feel so perfect, with his cock filling you in ways you had missed so desperately. Except right as it starts to feel like that, he stops. He holds your hips in place, pulling his cock out of you and ignoring your pathetic whines as he turns you around - facing the long, full length mirror in front of your bed as he pulls you back down onto him.

And now you're presented with the sight of you - legs wide open, back pressed against his chest as his mouth finds your ear, whispering softly,

"Sorry love - let me take over tonight, yeah? You can have another night."

"Not fair, Si-"

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay - I'll make it up to ya."

"You better.."

He hooks his arms under your legs, lifting them up and practically folding you on his cock. Your hands rest on his arms as shaky breaths trickle out of your throat - he's so much deeper than he ever was before, reaching further into you as he thrusts in and out at a pace that you know will have you sore in the morning. The need for him begins to envelope you, a thick haze clouding your mind with thick, lustful mists. You try to claw at him, to anchor yourself to him, and your nails practically dig into his heavily tattoo'd arms. Not that he minds. He never minds.

"So pretty and fucked out f'me, huh? Don't pass out on me yet."

"I- o-oh, that's it, right th-there!! I wo-n't~!"

"Good girl."

"Oh!"

The validation has you clenching around him as he chuckles, slamming his hips into you faster as your body falls forward from him. The two of you move into a position that has his arms caging you in, pinning you down to the bed as your hips move back into his. Your back arches and you feel one hand lower to your stomach as the other trails further.

The one on your stomach presses down as he kisses your neck, speaking into your skin as vibrations rumble through your body,

"Feel that, right there? That's me, fillin' ya up."

"F-fuck, Si-"

"I know, baby. Gonna fill you, don't you worry."

You only moan in response, body slumping as he drives you closer and closer to your release. The other hand finds your clit, rolling slow circles whilst you try not to buck your hips back into his (and fail miserably). As you get closer and closer, your hands dig into the bedsheets below - tugging at them whilst your brain drives itself over the edge, filled with a maddening desire for him, him and only him. You make the mistake of looking up in the mirror, meeting your own eyes (overtaken by a hazy lust) before finding his own eyes. When you do, he slams into you one last time as you cry out - entirely overwhelmed as you shake in his arms, small whines and moans whispering out of your throat.

The two of you stay still for a while, with him whispering slow, sweetened praises into your ear as you bring yourself back to reality. He slides out of you - taking his time, letting both you and him enjoy every inch before repositioning you in bed. With you now on your back, he trails kisses down your body.

Your neck.

Your chest.

Your nipples - the very peaks, before swirling his tongue around both.

Your stomach, and finally all the way down to your folds - coated with cum. He holds your thighs apart, pressing down with his hands to ensure you won't close your legs around his head (not that he'd mind if you did) before licking one long, unhurried stripe up your folds - stopping at your clit. His mouth latches on, sucking at your clit with a vigour that you just can't match as you cry and grab at his hair. Your hips rock up into his mouth, overwhelmed by his expert ministrations.

But he doesn't slow down. Instead, he removes his mouth from your clit - replaced with three fingers that swipe over with a maddening pace - and moves to your folds. As his fingers work tirelessly over your aching clit, his tongue plunges in and out of you. He laps up each and every drop that leaks out of you, all as you writhe and shake underneath him. You're rolling your head back, pushing your hips into his face and he's chuckling and humming over your clit. The sensation sends shivers up and down your spine as you attempt to clench your thighs around his face - held back by his hands still pressing down. Still, you cum fast and quick on his tongue. He works through, swirling his tongue through your folds as he ruts himself into the bed below. His cock leaks onto the bedsheets, sure to ruin them as he grinds down to relieve himself, his mouth still pressed firmly against you.

The last thing you realise before you pass out from the sheer overwhelming nature of it all is how he spells his name out - one letter at a time - into you.

You're not sure how long he spent with his head between your thighs, but if previous nights were any indication to go by, he probably stayed there well past you passing out. All you know is that when you wake up to the sounds of birds chittering outside, wrapped up in the arms of the man you love so very dearly, you feel nothing but content. Your head rests on his chest as you lazily draw patterns into his skin - tracing over his tattoos, trailing your nails up his skin as he sleeps-

"Oi - quit it, you."

His voice holds no real malice, nor any actual wish for you to stop as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. In respose, you hum, pressing a kiss to his chest and looking up at him. Oh, how he missed your doe shaped eyes, staring up so peacefully back into his own soft blue eyes. One hand finds your back, drawing circles onto your skin as the two of you slowly wake up,

"Been a while, hmm?"

"Mmm."

"Si?"

"Yes, love?"

"When are we gonna tell 'em?"

"Who?"

"Gaz and Soap?"

"…"

"Simon…"

"I dunno, love.."

"It's been three years. I'm tired of pretending! It was funny at the time, only having Laswell, Price, Nik and a few others in on the wedding-"

He sighs, closing his eyes as memories of you in your dress, twirling around flood his memory. Only to be quickly replaced by memories of him practically tearing you out of the dress, pounding into you all night as-

"Simon?"

"Huh?"

"You zoned out?"

"Oh.. erm.. we'll tell 'em soon-ish?"

You roll your eyes, closing them again and letting yourself drift off to sleep. Whilst outside, as morning birds sang their songs and two tired Sergeants stumbled out of base (oh, if only they knew!) - desperately seeking a bed and sleep, in here, the two of you had made your own sweet paradise.

You wouldn't change it for the world.

xoxo, roe~

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[iamthatonefangirl]

— sun's out, buns out !

✩ what better way to celebrate the second anniversary of brat than to force the winter soldier to have his very own brat summer? ✩

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[skellseerwriting]

(Bad) PHM Pickup Lines

“Hey girl, are you Astrophage? Cuz I wanna study you under a microscope.”

“Hey girl, are you Astrophage? Cuz you are Killing It.”

“Hey girl, are you Tau Ceti? Cuz I’d travel 11.9 light years just to see you.”

“Hey girl, are you ammonia? Because you’re burning hot.”

“Hey girl, are you an Eridian? Because your name’s so beautiful I’d sing it all day long.”

“Hey girl, are you a centrifuge? Because you ground me.”

“Hey girl, are you medically-induced amnesia? Because you make me forget my name.”

[antleredmoss]

uh happy pride month guys

[bees-with-swords]

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

[hearnoweevil]

Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.

I hope you like it :]

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"Mami soy tu vaquero~!" (alejandro vargas and you struggle through an awkward crush...) alejandro vargas x f!reader

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★word count: 5k ★content: smut ! so much smut. seriously don't like don't read my loves. MDNI! i havent explicitly given alejandro a breeding kink but i will. soon. ★ description: alejandro vargas and you both share a common problem - a shared crush on one another. one that everyone else seems to see but the two of you. so what happens, then, when kate laswell pairs the two of you on an undercover mission?

roe speaks: i. have put this fic off forever bc i just could not make it work, but im finally back for my favourite fine shyte. here i am. anyone who has known me over the years has been subjected to my many ramblings about him THIS WILL ONLY GET WORSE NOW IM GONNA BE EVEN MORE INSUFFERABLE

'Just a mission.' They said. Just a mission. So how on Earth did you end up here of all places?

Saturday 17th August. 1400 hrs. A perfectly unassuming day, really - for most at least. On the other hand, you had been stuck at base for far too long, as Laswell walks you through tonight's plan again. Seriously, by now you've had each and every minute of the night hammered through your brain,

"…and make sure you do not blow our cover, got it? Are you even listening?"

"Yes! Don't blow my cover.."

"Not just yours."

"Huh?? Hey wait what does that mean?"

Laswell pinches the bridge of her nose tightly, feeling the regrets pile up quickly. She could have easily shifted this off to anyone. Literally anyone.

"Okay, let's go through this again - and listen this time! You're not going in alone, and I need you to be nice."

"I'm always nice!"

"…"

"I'm mostly nice..?"

"…"

"Wow. Wow!"

"Okay, so you're going undercover with Colonel Alejandro Vargas-"

"Oh."

"Mhm."

This was no coincidence. It couldn't have been - especially given how the team vividly remembered the way the two of you practically danced around each other back in Las Almas. Suddenly, you feel the need to call sick, or to divert and throw the entire operation on to someone else-

"-why not Rudy? Him and Alejandro have great chemistry together, right?"

"…Do you.. do you hear yourself?"

"Yes. Put that man in a dress!"

"…?"

"He's got the hiiiiips~"

"No! You're doing the op - that's final."

There was no arguing with the Kate Laswell - even you knew that. Still, you couldn't hold back the disappointed sigh falling from your lips as you dejectedly slumped forwards, your mouth opening and closing, opening and closing in shock. Really? Alejandro?

Not that working with him was a problem, no! Not at all! Just.. well…

It was much easier to ignore your little crush on the man when you weren't working alongside him, you know? So much easier to subtly stare at him from the other side of the room, or to brush your hands past one another and dream of late night accidental touches, than to actually be stood next to him. And of course you'd be there as a newlywed couple! Because why not add to your own suffering whilst we're at it?

But you are a professional first and foremost, and you would not let something like this impact the task at hand. Not even if you were stuck quietly dreaming of how good he'd look in a suit.

Oh dear.

1500 hrs. On the other side of base, Colonel Alejandro Vargas sat at his desk, lost in thought.

Would you wear that pretty red dress? Flowy as it'd billow in the wind, hugging around you just perfectly? The one he'd only seen in photos in old reports that Lazwell had handed off to him? Would you wear those long black heels - the one's you wore to that wedding you both were at, two months ago? In fact, Alejandro had been so lost in thought that he hadn't realised three repetitive knocks on his door. Nor had he realised Rodolfo sneaking into his office and leaning against the door, barely suppressing a smile,

"You're whipped, Ale!"

"Huh? No, no. I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Mhm, sure you don't. What if I told you Lazwell changed the mission last minute? I'm going instead of you no-"

"What? No! I mean.. I don't care.."

"Alejandro, I'm joking-"

"Don't joke like that, Rudy!"

"You're whipped! Anyway, you have everything ready for tonight? Suit, guns… condom?"

It doesn't help that at the end of his sentence, Rodolfo begins wiggling his eyebrows and swinging his hips as Alejandro sighs, groaning and facepalming over the desk in front of him,

"Rudy…"

"Okay! Okay.. I'll see you on the other side, yeah?"

"Yeah."

As Rodolfo left, his words continued to swim around Alejandro's brain, intertwined with images of you smiling, giggling, under him as his hands would wrap around your waist and you would look up at him with those beautiful eyes an-

Oh dear. Perhaps he was whipped.

1700 hrs. You had finally finished getting ready for the mission - secret weapons hidden in holsters, covered by a beautiful red dress, that hugged your top half before billowing out into silken sheets of crimson. Naturally, you pair that with your favourite heels, some nice jewellery and make your way towards the front of base, where he stands - tall, suited and booted up. You can't deny it now - he looks good. Especially when a strand of his hair falls out against the side of his face, and he adjusts his tie as you find yourself somewhat starstruck. Your eyes don't miss how the suit makes his already broad shoulders look even more perfect, as you daydream pressing your lips against them under the soft morning sun.

Not that he's much better - his eyes falling across your body as his mouth suddenly goes dry. His gaze starts at your face, forcing back a smile as it lifts to your hair. He wonders - would it feel as soft as it looked under his touch? His eyes trail further, thoughts only spiralling around as they rest across your neck, your shoulders, your cleavage - interrupted only by Lazwell clearing her throat, stood opposite the two of you,

"Okay, so the two of you are posing as newlyweds, got it? Mr and Mrs Pierce - he's an obscure rich man, and she's his trophy wife. Rudy and I will be monitoring you - keep your comms on-"

"-unless you both get freaky! Then turn them off."

The two of you shoot a glare in his direction, to which he only beams back. Lazwell sighs, but nods,

"If you are going to get… frea-"

"Lazswell!"

"Kate!"

"Okay, fine! Just.. don't compromise the mission. You're there to gather intel, okay? In and out job."

Neither you nor him can dispel the thoughts that come around from her last sentence, as you walk towards the car. Ever the gentleman, Alejandro opens your door, helping you with your dress before walking around to the other side to get in. By some hellish miracle, another voice joins the conversation,

"And remember - wrap it before you tap it!"

The two of you groan as Soap grins back at you, thumbs up and very much proud of his little quip,

"…Soap will be assisting us ."

"We see that."

As Alejandro drives the two of you away, you can't ignore the unsettling feeling tightening around your stomach. This was going to be a hellish mission, one way or another.

1900 hrs. Two hours sat next to the very man you spend every night dreaming of. In a tight space. Without radio, or music, or any conversation. Every time either of you attempt to start any kind of talk, you give up. What are you supposed to talk about? Not the mission itself, that's boring. And you're definitely not going to be talking about how his hands wrap perfectly around the steering wheel. Oh, how you wished you were that steering wheel.

However, two hours is a long drive. With no conversation whatsoever. Alejandro finds himself clearing his throat to get your attention - finally beginning some conversation,

"So…"

"So..?"

"Yep…"

'Great going!' Alejandro though to himself, mentally smacking himself with a 10 foot metal pole until his brain forgot his awful attempt at conversation. Except his brain wouldn't do that. Because why would it? All whilst you were going insane in your own right too. What were you supposed to do? Attempt conversation back?

"The weather… is… erm.. weather-y…"

"Yes, it often does that, no?"

"That's.. true.."

Now it was your turn to mentally hit yourself. The weather is weather-y? What the hell does that even mean? Eventually though, Alejandro bites the bullet, manouvering conversation for the two of you,

"Okay. Here's the thing - we have to come across as natural, right? As newlyweds who are madly in love, or something."

Or something, huh? It appears even the moon outside mocks you, crows cackling and taunting the two of you as he continues to drive. You try not to overthink it and nod along, swallowing back repressed feelings,

"Yeah. Exactly. And we're seasoned professionals, we can do this!"

"Exactly."

You don't miss how his shoulders ease, tension swiftly rippling down through his arms as his grip on the wheel lessens slightly. Your heart in particular does not let it go, tugging as you attempt to gulp back the mild pain blooming across your chest.

Somehow it felt worse than actually being shot at.

1935 hrs. Traffic had held the two of you back on your way up. As Alejandro finally parks, you can't help but to rest your hands on the middle of your torso, letting out a slightly shaky breath as you (attempt) to drown out anxieties. To absolutely nobody's shock, he notices.

Because of course he does,

"You okay there? Seem a little.. uh.. tense.."

"…"

Now this was strange. He was not used to hearing you so quiet. So filled with a strange silence. He reaches a hand out across the car, resting on your knee (this is great for your already out of control heart, of course),

"Hey. Don't take it all to heart, yeah? We'll be okay in there."

"Yeah. I've done it a million times before, and I'll do it a million times after."

"Exactly. Just gotta find a covert spot, do some sightseeing and call it a day."

"Mhm. Just like.. stealing a lollipop.. from a baby.."

…which is incredibly difficult, for the record. Babies have this vice like grip that tightens around everything they hold as if it is the only thing that'll keeo them alive. What a terrible phrase! As your mind concerns itself with this, Alejandro walks round to your side of the car, helping you out and leading you into the tightly packed gala,

"Lucky for us, this'll make our job easier, hmm?"

"Just gotta find that room."

"Agreed."

'That room' was a room Lazwell had shown the two of you on the blueprints before sending you on the mission. It was perfect - hidden and high up - allowing you to easily observe any shady deals going down. Only issue was, getting up there would be a hassle, given how many people you'd have to get by.

Three hours pass easily, and neither you nor Alejandro has found an angle that would get you up to the room without countless problems. Not for lack of trying, mind you. Every time the two of you began looking towards the stairs, someone would drag you into conversation, or an influx of people would move downstairs (making it too obvious to go back upstairs).

However, you start paying attention. There is one way to get upstairs, without being stopped or rerouted downstairs. You look over to Alejandro, winking and moving your face subtly towards the stairs, leading him away from the crowd the two of you had found yourselves in. When close enough, you lean into him, grateful that he leans down enough for you to whisper,

"Follow my lead, Mr Pierce~"

As you lean back, his eyebrows draw together into a slightly concerned look, but he still follows. Especially when your hand slots into his, leading him up the stairs. You ensure to turn back towards him with flirty glances inbetween. It's the first one that has his eyes widening, mouth dropping open before shutting immediately as he finally realises what's happening. It's funny - every other time the two of you had been stopped on your way up, yet as soon as the two of you hint at making your way upstairs for… 'freaky' time, as Rudy had so crudely put it, not a single person even looks your way.

It works so well, in fact, that the two of you make it all the way up to the room - without interruptions. As Alejandro quietly closes the door behind you, pushing in the lock, you glance out of the window.

Oh. No, no, that would not do.

"Erm.. Alejandro..?"

"Mhm?"

"Slight problem.."

"Go on.."

"We're like.. really visible.."

"Really visible?"

"Really, really visible."

As Alejandro finishes scoping the room, Lazwell's voice crackles through over the comms,

"Shit. This is bad. Okay, standby as we figure this out."

The two of you look at each other - perplexed. The blueprints made it look much higher, but if Alejandro had stood at the window any longer than ten seconds, he'd be found immediately! They'd see him far before he was able to find the intel.

As Lazwell and Co rack their brains, trying to find a solution to your predicament, an idea forms in your mind. The kind of idea you definitely should ignore, and the kind you should shove down into the depths of your brain - only to pull it out in the cold, cold nights, as your fingers trail down your body, heat risi-

Ahem.

Sorry…

"Terrible idea incoming…"

"No."

"Hear me out."

"I don't want to. You said it was terrible!"

"Just give me a moment here?"

"…fine."

"Do.. do we need comms on?"

Alejandro paused, mouth opening and closing as he thought about it. Did you guys need comms on? Was it actually necessary? Your comms crackle again as Rudy comes over this time,

"Nope! We can turn comms off if it would compromise yo- are you about to do what I think you're about to do."

"N-no.."

"What are we about to do?"

"Oh my God - Kate, they're about to get freaky!"

"…"

"No, no, surely not - no?"

His eyes drift over to yours, and suddenly the noise and clamour on the comms dies out. Suddenly, the air feels so much fuller, tense and coated with a thick pressure that does not help.

"Are you serious???"

"Do you have a better idea? Besides, it's not getting freaky.. just erm.. well.. making out..?"

"Just making out??"

"Yes! Think about it - you'd be able to stand at the window, and get the footage we need, without being found out!"

"This is your genius idea?"

"Again - do you have anything better?"

"…"

As if to add more insult to the already awfully awkward situation, Rudy's voice trickles through the comms again,

"I, for one, think you should."

This was expected. Rudy had been rooting for the two of you, after all. At every post mission party, every TF 141 + Los Vaqueros barbecue - he had been there, setting you up. What you had not expected was for Lazwell to come through next,

"…I agree."

"???"

"Kate???"

"Yes. If you really think about it.."

"Kate Lazwell. Agreeing with my stupid idea."

"I.. am in disbelief."

"As am I, Colonel. Anyway, we're cutting communications from here on - you're both going rogue."

"…"

"Wait, Ka-"

KAZZZHHHKHH~!

The two of you look at each other, officially rogue in the field. Rogue with a very dangerous plan. You unintentionally bite your lips, and feel your heartbeat quicken as you feel his eyes trail down to your lips. He inhales slowly, exhaling even slower as the two of you take gentle steps towards the window - only for you to throw a hand in front of him, stopping him,

"It's too obvious if we approach the window like this."

"You're right. C'mere."

He doesn't give you a moment to actually move towards him, his arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you close. His head drops to your shoulder as he slowly sways you around the room. There's something awfully bittersweet that tugs around your heart, practically tearing it in two as he manoeuvres the two of you against the wall beside the window. You can feel his heart beating against your chest - or was that you? Whoever it was had been betrayed by how fast it beat, but neither you nor him really acknowledged it. He moved your arms around him, and you followed as he slowly worked his hands towards your back - all as you begin to tense up.

You can feel him swallow back a lump as his lips find your ear,

"Hey, hey cálmate - it's okay. I'm here."

You barely manage a hum in response, nodding slightly as he presses a kiss under your ear - wait a minute! He… he didn't need to do that. That was unnecessary. As long as his face was remotely near you and it looked like you were making out, that would've been enough, no? His lips trail closer to your neck - where he pauses, pulls back and tugs his blazer off. You follow him, hands chasing hands as you return his hands around your waist (for you or for the mission?),

"Alejandro…"

"I know, I know - the window. I'll dip you slowly over, make it look less obvious."

He's praying you can't tell that it's not just a mission thing, and that he wants nothing more than to take his time with you, and it just happens to be that it actually benefits the two of you if he does take it slow. Lucky for him, you're too busy stressing over your own heart to tell.

His hands wrap around your waist properly this time, moving you towards the window - the open window, where the cool night breeze tickles against your skin. Whether intentionally or not, his hands start to roll small circles into your skin, soothing you. Your hands find his shoulders as you look up at him.

For this moment, you are more than willing to forget the mission. Forget Lazwell waiting back at base for intel, and forget everything around you - because there's something that pulls you closer to him in his eyes. Something soft, warm, and far too real for just a mission.

His arms move around so they now support your back better. Your own arms move so they're now wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards you. He murmurs something under his breath, smirking and raising his eyebrows at you as you bat your eyelashes at him. As he lowers himself to you properly, you can't help but to arch into his touch.

And then his lips press against your own.

Fireworks erupt in your brain as you melt into his soft, sweet lips. His thumbs continue to roll circles into your skin as he angles his lips against yours, where they slot together so perfectly. You hum into the kiss as one hand finds your head - cradling you against him. It's unfair, how both you and him struggle with the situation you find yourselves in. On the one hand, it greatly benefits the two of you, as you finally live out your wildest dreams. On the other hand, not knowing how the other feels hurts more than any wound either of you had ever felt.

You can't help the sob that let's go from your mouth, and he pulls back immediately, eyes shot wide with concern,

"Hey, you good? What's up?"

Oh dear. This was not what you wanted. How were you supposed to confess your undying love for him in these conditions? You shake your head, unable to stop the tears.

He breathes out slowly, eyebrows moving into a concerned face as his heart drags further down. Just seeing the tears stroll down your face like that has him feeling awful, and he can't hold back any longer,

"I need to tell you something."

"I need to tell you something."

"Oh-"

"Well-"

"You go first."

"No, no - you."

"No, Alejandro please - I.. I need a moment."

He sighs, nodding as he pauses to find the words,

"I don't know if this will help at all, and I know we're short on time so here goes nothing, yeah? I love you. I've loved you since the moment you first walked in - confident, gorgeous and the brightest light in the room. I thought I could ignore it, and just move on but unfortunately, it consumes me in a way that I cannot ignor-mmph?!"

With every word that tumbles out of his mouth, everything begins to make sense. The awkwardness between you, the way his hand would linger near you. That one time last week when the power went out…

It made too much sense.

Unfortunately, you're not sure you can make words work. Not when you've just been sobbing, and the sudden fear of being found hits you again. You grab his face, pressing your lips up against his (cutting him off and taking him by surprise). At first it's rough and harsh, but the two of you soften to each other again.

This time, his arms wrap around you more naturally. You feel his biceps against your skin, gasping as one arm lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. He smirks, and you blush - looking away before his fingers move your chin back to face him. And whilst last time you weren't so sure, this time you know.

Now you're one hundred percent sure that the look in his eyes is love. Sweet, adoring love. He begins to lower you over the window again, and this time it's much easier. The cool air outside mixes with the heat between the two of you as he works you slowly. Sweetly. Taking his time as his eyes flick upwards.

It's luck that has kept the two of you safe so far. The deal was due to occur in two minutes from now, and Alejandro finally spots the two parties slowly walking towards each other, looking around. If the two of you had gone with the initial plan - watching closely with a pair of binoculars, passing information back to Lazwell and praying you wouldn't be found - you would fail almost immediately. Plus, he couldn't deny the added benefit of finally confessing to you.

He watches as they quickly and swiftly pass the package between them (a memory stick, holding trade secrets. The two of you wouldn't be able to take them on anyway, but unknown to them was the tracking device attached.), attempting to ignore how your hands were moving up his body, and how your lips had found the side of his head, about to whisper when-

"So, has the deal been done, or…?"

You pause, mid air, and the two of you turn towards each other - eyes widening as he whisks you away from the window. Weren't comms supposed to b-

"Lazwell?"

"I thought you turned comms off??"

"…"

"Lazwell."

"Kate… please tell me you didn't hear me."

"…"

"Oh my God, Alejandro - they definitely heard you!"

"No, no, no, I-"

"Ayy, Alejandro! Fucking finally, bro!"

"Rudy???"

"Rudy, listen-"

"You got the girl!"

"…"

"…"

"So erm…"

"…"

"…"

"You guys should come back soon, you know.. if you've erm… gotten the intel, of course..?"

He sighs, head in his hands as he groans. You laugh. Full, hearty and filled with giggles as you double over, shaking your head. For a moment, he feels concerned again,

"Of course they heard! Ugh, Soap probably convinced them to leave comms on - why am I not shocked?"

"Okay but - you're okay with this?"

"Alejandro.. Alejandro, I love you too, you know? It doesn't matter that much to me that they all know now. I have you, and you have me, right? Nothing else matters."

He breathes out a sigh of relief, letting you lead him back out to the car.

The drive back is much easier now. The two of you spend your time planning dates, laughing about weird shared experiences between both Rudy and Soap trying to set you up, and somewhat suggestive conversation between you.

As you both tumble out of the car in fits of giggles, Lazwell raises an eyebrow - before quickly turning to the others and signalling back (they, of course, had wheeled out the whiteboard filled with an 'Alejandro x You Surprise Pool', with bets listed across the board. If the two of you hadn't been so busy giggling, you would've caught Ghost angrily shoving twenties into Soap's hands!).

The debrief is even quicker, with the two of you speeding through the information and praying Lazwell would let you go as soon as possible.

Somewhere, somehow - someone heard your prayers as Lazwell sends the two of you away, keeping the others back for more work. Groans and sighs fill the room as Alejandro and you speed walk away from the scene, with him leading you to his truck.

An hour and a half later, you're at his ranch. Fast asleep and curled up into the jumper he had laid onto the seat. He smiles at the sight, taking a quick picture to tease you with in the morning before holding you bridal style as he carried you inside and upstairs. He lays you down on the bed, leaving to get you a glass of water for when you (eventually) wake up.

Lucky for him, you wake up as soon as he leaves. A small part of you panics, until he walks back into the room, cup in one hand outstretched towards you,

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead~"

"I.. have never fallen asleep so good."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Bet I can change that."

"Ya think, Colonel~?"

You drink the water slowly - never breaking eye contact, letting some of the water dribble out as you lower the cup. He raises his eyebrows as he moves towards you, eyes filled with hunger and need.

His hands make quick work of your clothes, and yours of his. It's not long before various garments lie strewn across the usually picture perfect bedroom. You let him pull you into his arms, fingers lowering to your folds as they spread them apart. Inhaling sharply, you press your head into his shoulder as he chuckles,

"So wet already, huh? And all we did was kiss.."

"Not like you're much better."

"Touché."

You move your head, eyes trailing down his perfect abs to stare at his thick, bulging cock - cum weeping out as he moves the two of you around. His sheer strength has you weaker in the knees, wetter as his tip begins to slowly move up into you. It's slow, big and fills you in ways that have your back arching out. Your nails find his shoulders, digging in with every passing inch as both your mouth and his drop open. He lowers you down on the bed - his body practically encapsulating yours as his lips graze over your skin. They pause, hovering over your hardened nipples as his tongue flicks out over one. His mouth lowers onto it next, sucking and moaning as one hand of yours tangles in his hair and the other grasps at his back.

His other hand works your left nipple, twisting and tugging, teasing as you gasp and sigh - waves of pleasure rippling through the two of you as he thrusts into you slowly,

"F-faster, Ale.. please baby, I need you so bad~!"

"Anything for you, mi vida.."

And he complies. Moving his mouth onto the other nipple (because the idea of only paying attention to one and not the other does not sit quite right with Alejandro Vargas, not when loving all of you comes as easily to him as breathing), he sucks and teases as he thrusts faster than before.

In and out, in and out as the two of you moan and groan together. Outside, the cold winds tumble around the grounds, and the cold moonlight trickles in through the window, casting an almost celestial glow upon the two of you as both your brains turn to mush. The only thought remaining on your minds is each other, and how good it finally feels. Your walls tighten around his has he practically bullies your cervix over and over again, riding you out through your overwhelmingly sharp orgasm. And as your arms tighten around him - nails digging into his skin as you cry out and cum harder than you had ever done before - he slows just enough as he cums just after you.

Every thrust is slower than the last, until he comes to a complete stop. The two of you stay there, panting together as he slowly lowers himself down on you, head nuzzling into your shoulder. His lips press against your skin as you sigh in pure bliss.

However, the air around you is now warm. Overly warm. And sticky. And neither you nor him enjoy that. He slowly pulls out, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you whine,

"I'll be right back, yeah? Gotta run a bath for us now, pretty girl."

You nod, letting your head fall back against the pillow as he fills the tub with warm water. He comes back to pick you up again, carrying you over and into the tub. Ever the sweet, caring type, Alejandro presses a glass of water against your lips, helping you drink before you lay your head against his chest - listening to his peaceful heartbeat as he washes you down. Between the soft ripples of water from everytime he moves to wash you down and the slow heartbeat that eases your mind, you find yourself drifting off to sleep in his arms.

In the morning, you're awakened by the sweet smell of pancakes. You let yourself wake up slowly - the sun peeking in over the room as you yawn, stretch and slowly move out of bed. Beside the bedside table, one of Alejandro's shirts lies waiting for you, and you throw it on (because what else were you gonna wear - the ballgown from last night???).

As you make your way downstairs, there he stands. In all his glory, with a pink, frilly apron tied around his waist. You stifle a giggle - taking a picture to tease him with later on (unbeknownst to you, he unfortunately still has the picture from last night as rebuttal) - and wrap your arms around his waist.

He turns, pulling you in closer and pressing you against a counter, lips find yours. But as much as the two of you would love a part two of last night, the pancakes (and trying not to burn down the kitchen) feel higher priority,

"Ahem, Ale?"

"Mhm?"

"The pancakes, my love."

"Ah fuck. The pancakes…"

As he steps back, assessing the pancakes with the focus only a soldier like him could have, you make your way to the table - looking around you.

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing - going undercover with your crush, and now boyfriend

xoxo, roe~

let me at him i beg

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i've just seen your themeWHY IS HE STARING AT ME LMAOOOOO

would you prefer this one, then?

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equally terrifying . (/j)

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🩵

awhhh mads this is so cute!!!!! here we go bbys <333

1. "there is something at work in my soul, which i do not understand" (frankenstein'd! jason todd x reader)

[masterlist link] we all know jason todd is almost frankenstein's monster-esque as a character, right? well what if we took the original setting of frankenstein, tweaked it to make it more... gotham-y and then some?frankenstein jason is probably my favourite au to date, and i always have fun writing for this series (to date this is the only series im also willing to write on my phone, as opposed to waiting patiently to get back to my laptop to write <3)

2. "still so good f'me, after all these years" (dilf! jason todd x reader)

pt 1 | pt 2 that one panel of knightfight jason todd really had me in a chokehold all december, and from that came this beautiful fic... plus its follow up - jason todd in a thong singing the thong song (everybody say thank you uni and hyde for the wonderful inspiration behind that one <3)

3. "ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along~" (dilf! robb stark x chambermaid! reader)

[masterlist link] there's a running theme here (DILFS) so - hear me out - what if robb stark was older. with that gorgeous grey streak. also what if he was depressed as fuck. and then we gave him chambermaid reader. and what if they fell in love, then what? this series kinda gives me softer, pride and prejudice type vibes to ME.

4. "Can I be honest? I still want your hands up on my body, You still make my heart beat fast, Ferrari" (f1! toji fushiguro x nanny! reader)

[link] toji fushiguro??? in a f1 car???? erm yeah, im wet. but what if he was a little socially awkward, left with a sweet little megumi and a huge crush that he does not know how to work around? yeah? yeah.

5. "I get wet at the thought of you (Uh-huh)… Being a responsible guy…" (bale! bruce/batman x secretary! reader)

[masterlist link] bruce wayne, has a huge crush on his secretary. fortunately, she has a huge crush on him too. unfortunately, the two of them live in gotham, leading to awkward meet-cutes as bruce wayne jumps around dressed as a bat. (I AM UPDATING THIS SOON I PROMISE)

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uni’s birthday bash ₊˚⊹

where did the time go, my birthday is this month ❤️ i want to celebrate by giving back to my moots through a thing that i enjoy doing so, so, so much (admittedly more than writing the fic that comes with it, sometimes):

✨ graphics ✨

yes! i want to make graphics for you! you could use it as:

your blog header

a masterlist image for a fic

a divider for a specific theme

whatever else you can think of (for non-commercial purposes ofc), we can talk about it!

the catch is that i only have two flippers and not nearly enough time, so as much as i’d like to make one for everyone, we’re going to have to do this giveaway-style.

there are only three requirements for you to join:

that we be mutuals

that you be alright with us chatting on discord because ain't no way i'm gonna send graphics through tumblr chat my dude that thing has not changed since i got an account 10 years ago

that the deadline be nothing too urgent 🛐

so if all that sounds peachy to you, please leave a comment on this post by june 8th and think about what you'd like to request from me. after that, i'll spin your usernames a giveaway wheel for 3 winners!

can't wait to overload my photoshop ram for you <3

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tysm @iamthatonefangirl for the tag !!!!!

idc i put two versions of batman and jason todd on there what can i say 💅🏽

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