Class President/Rep! Tenya Iida x Slacker! Reader miniseries

contents/warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, College AU, wc2.58k, fem!reader, implied sexual content, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of spanking

an: I'm excited to finally release this one. It's gonna be 4 parts. Each part will have its own warnings. Some will be very outwardly NSFW.

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Tenya Iida was the #1 motivator for the entire school. He's the student body president, and class rep for your graduating class, and he made it his personal mission to ensure the success of every student in that class. The biggest thorn in his side? You.

You, who shows up late to class more often than not. You, who only turns in classwork when you want, not when it's due. You're the absolute bane of his existence, the one slacker when he's pulled everyone else up to speed. He's on track to be valedictorian, and he already has a line in his speech planned about how he “ensured every single student in his class passed”, and you are about to tarnish that.

He's not going to let that happen. Oh, no. If he has to hound you, track you down, and tutor you every day for weeks, until the end of the year, he will.

On this particular Tuesday, he noticed you weren't in class. A class he knows is the lowest grade you have, one of two classes you're abysmally failing. You live in the dorms. He can't find a reason you'd have to miss so much unless you simply didn't care. And to top it all off? He saw you here at school this morning.

“She skipped again?” He mutters, checking the class one more time to make sure his eyes do not deceive him. “Unacceptable.”

The teacher begins the lesson, and he takes his seat, taking notes like the good scholar he is, but his mind continues to weasel back to you. The one student who is going to put a wrench in all his accomplishments. He wants to be proud of the fact that he single-handedly pushed all his class to achieve success. As the class ends and students file out for the day, Tenya decides to keep a record of the classes you've skipped today. Some would call this stalkerish, but he calls it maintaining an organized class. Either way, he manages to learn that you'd skipped 2 classes today, and been so late to 2 more that you might as well have missed. By the end of the day, Tenya was done. He was not going to let this behavior slide anymore. His classmates are a reflection of each other, of the entire institution, and you would not stain that.

As he's walking through the courtyard, he spots you tucked away, smoking a cigarette. He practically sprints to you, as if he's afraid you'll disappear to do some other rebellious, unruly activity. As he approaches you, a stern expression on his face, gesturing at you intently with his hands, he immediately starts scolding you. You're half listening, half wondering how someone so handsome could be such a pain.

Soap and Gaz finding out Simon is married

Simon getting sick was a rare occurrence, and it was even more rare that Simon would stay home, so of course his sergeants were worried. They definitely would've already been at Simon's house if they knew where he lived, but only their captain knew “please Price, we promise we won't bother him. ye know how he is, it must be bad if he stayed home. And if it is bad he cant be handling it on his own” the last part made Price finally look up from his work, he was the only one on base who knew that was false, he was the only one who knew Simon had a wife at home who was definitely the reason he was home today. He had promised Simon he wouldn't tell the rest of the team until Simon was ready but you two had been married for over a year now, and it didn't seem like Simon was gonna tell them anytime soon. So Price had 2 choices, tell them no and then have to deal with them bothering him all day, which probably wouldn't work cause knowing his sergeants they would try to break into Simon's file to get his address. Or he could just take them to Simon's house, that was the obvious choice but that left him with another choice, should he tell them about you beforehand or let it be a surprise?

He chose the second option, purely just for the fun of it. He knew the house alone would shock the boys, you had chosen all the decorations for the house and to the 141 it definitely didn't look like their lieutenant would live here “you sure this the right house cap?” Kyle was already skeptical, Price just nodded getting out of the car, it was definitely the right house. Price helped you two pick it out and he even helped Simon paint the outside, Price would know the house. 

Johnny walked up to the door first, extra food his mom made in his hands, Kyle was second in line walking slower to take in the house, his steps faltered for a second he no doubt had just noticed the Mr. and Mrs. Riley sigh outside your house, and Price stayed in the back, he'd been over many times already and was pretty sure you would end up shooing them away. Soap loudly knocked assuming Ghost was just asleep on the couch, he wasn't expecting a pretty thing like you to answer the door “yes?” “So sorry miss, we thought our friend Simon lived here. Maybe we just got the wrong house, you wouldn't happen to know a Simon, Simon Riley" that's when you noticed Price and it all clicked “oh, you're the rest of the 141, Simon is here and im sure you're aware he is sick so i would really appreciate it if you could quite down” this only confirmed what Gaz thought after seeing the sign but Soap was utterly confused “he does live here, you're his roommate? I thought we were close enough he would've told me if he had such a pretty bird for a roommate” that when Kyle bumped his shoulder to the sign “not his roommate, his wife” Soap looked to the sign, then you, then the sign, then you and it still wasn't clicking for him, he whispered to Kyle “no way, we would know, right” Soap turned back to you convinced this was some mix-up but Simon was now standing next to you, shirt off, mask off, hand around your waist. He didn't even let Soap ask anything before he said “I’m fine and yea I’m married so I would appreciate it if ye stopped flirtin’ with me bloody wife” before closing the door on him. Soap turned around “did you know he was fuckin’ married?” Price just sighed and started walking to the car 

pause your game

content: 18+ mdni! choso kamo x fem reader, modern au, streamer choso, established relationship, smut with a little plot, soft dom-ish choso, reader is a horny brat, sex with an audience (they dont realize it though), unprotected p in v, backshots, riding, creampie

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choso had promised you he wouldn’t stream for more than three hours, but the sun dipped past the windowsill and he was still at it, one hand wrapped lazily around a controller, eyes half-lidded, voice low as he narrated some melancholy side quest in the latest story-heavy game his viewers had voted on.

he wasn’t a loud streamer, thankfully. he never had been but people flocked to his lives for the exact reason you had fallen for him. he was quiet, genuine, and his voice always felt like velvet under the skin, especially when he got immersed.

you’re curled on the bed behind him, scrolling on your phone at first, but something about the way he was talking genuinely had you worked up.

it was more breath than words, murmuring lines like, “damn. that’s…kinda fucked up,” as the main character he was playing watched a beloved npc die—was slowly starting to curl heat low in your belly.

you shift under the blanket, pressing your thighs together, already a little impatient from how long he’d been focused on the screen.

his back was straight, his headset settled over his ears, keeping him far too in sync with the game and not nearly enough with you. he had his attention locked on the monitor, and even though his hair was down—the way you liked—it still frustrated you to watch him be so focused on anything but you. especially when you had been waiting for two days now for him to stop being “on schedule” with his stream grind and just to simply touch you.

you’ve waited patiently. you even brought him snacks earlier, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered that you were bored. he just hummed and said, “ten more minutes, baby,” and that was 30 minutes ago.

you know this rhythm by now—ten minutes becomes one more boss fight, one more cutscene, one more stretch of game. and now he’s at that point in the stream where he’s quiet, laser-focused, completely unaware of the fact that you’re slipping off the bed and walking over to him.

with a stretch and a soft sigh, you got up and padded toward him, sliding your arms around his shoulders from behind, peeling back one side of his headset and pressing your lips right next to his ear.

“cho,” you whisper, low and sweet, “pause the game for a second, yeah?”

Hey...hey don't think about ghost and his baby who looks just like him...

Don't think about this chunky, fat little thing with a red face and invisible little blonde hairs. Baby has wide brown eyes and is always reaching for stuff.

Don't think about ghost looking down at his baby, the one who looks so much like him, and thinking "I could never hurt you." He would never yell at baby for crying, or leave baby with a soiled diaper, or smack baby for dropping it's binky.

Don't think about ghost's tears falling onto baby's forehead as he thinks of all these things. Because he has spent his whole adult life believing there was something, some reason his parents did the things they did. That maybe raising him was hard, and they really did try their best.

And now...now there's nothing. His baby is just like him, and simon has no idea why anyone would want to hurt him. He was once a tiny baby, with grasping fingers and rosy cheeks. His father once looked at him, and instead of feeling love, said 'would someone shut the thing up?'.

Ghost tucks his crying baby close to his chest, rocks baby in his arms and blinks up at the ceiling. He'll make sure baby never feels the way he did.

Everyone say ty @hoogbiewoobgie for inspiring this mwah

No thoughts just nikolai and eepy!reader who he spoils relentlessly...

He gets you a nice, big bed with curtains that go all tje way around, creating a little sleepy world for you. Fluffy pillows and blankets of a wide variety for you to choose from. He knows you like to snuggle into bed so he keeps the room nice and cold.

The only caveat? He gets to choose what you wear. Always set out for you by time you exit your shower.

Which, isn't as one-note as some might think. Sure, he's very fond of lingerie, but he's more fond of your comfort. On bad days, he chooses the long thing pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt. He loves silks for you, but his personal favourite is lace panties and one of his shirts.

You couldn't count the number of photos he's sent of his calloused hands pulling aside your panties with his cock snugly inside you. Or videos of him jerking off above you, still asleep.

You don't mind, it's honestly sweet how obsessed he is with you. Besides, you get the best damn sleep of your life thanks to him.

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

| 04. pushing it down & praying

a/n: one of the last chapters for a little bit as i need to start preparing for finals!!! i will be back writing soon i promise <3 thank u sm for all the support i love you all SOOO dearly.

PROFILES ⟡ set 1 PROLOGUE ⟡ 00 prologue prev | next

YN'S DORM ⟡ 5:21 PM katsuki’s hands were sliding up and down your waist, massaging the soft skin with his palms. 

you loved this side of him, the sweet, vulnerable side you only got to see. you were trying to enjoy the moment, but it was gnawing at you. the guilt. the gut wrenching guilt of the fact you were fucking one of katsuki’s best friends behind his back. 

It’s a rarity that Simon Riley is home for Christmas. So of course you, Nanny!Reader are doing impromptu Christmas photos.

Christmas is usually spent whenever Simon is here, be it in January or November if he can, sometimes even February. You usually still have your own Christmas with the kids, taking home videos to send to Simon. But this year Simon is here, which means the Pinterest board is finally being put to use, directing Simon exactly how you want the lights and decor hung in the library. And you had Simon out lights on the house along with that little Santa with his reindeer that’s been sitting in the garage since the twins were three.

You were going all out.

Doing a full timed schedule the day like an executive creative director and manager before you too photos so no one, not even the devil himself, coukd interrupt this special time.

“And then you’ll do a silly faces, change out of the Christmas sweaters, more formal photos and boom, you’ll be done. Capeesh?” 

Simon had an eyebrow raised, laughing to himself while drinking his cup of tea.

“Why is it so long?” Jamie whined.

“It’s only an hour and a half, snacks and other goodies will be provided,” you point over to his twin sister like you’re in a press conference, “next question?”

“Why aren’t you going t’ be in the family photos? We’re family!”

“Yeah! we have to do it together, especially since Dad is here.”

You give an awkward look, for one, it’s not in the schedule. For two, if you showed up in the Christmas photos that you send out every year (to Kyle, Johnny, Kate and John, and two of Simons other friends) they’d all suddenly think— they’d think you’d married into the family.

But you can’t say that to two big doe eyed children, looking to you like that’s what they wanted for Christmas. You look towards their father for help, who knows exactly what you’re thinking. It’s good that you’re thinking like that, in a way you’re manifesting with him.

He takes another sip of his tea, so nonchalant, “It’s just a few Dovie.”

It only riles the kids up, begging and pleading around the house, even after school until you finally cave at bedtime. “Ugh! Fine! Fine! I’ll be in some! Jesus.” You huff, throwing your arms up in surrender. You wipe your face in frustration, both Jamie and Julie hugging your sides and squealing in excitement.

Alejandro x Reader

Cw: Kitchen sex, mentions of a blow job, fingering, kissing

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Alejandro was a simple man. He's a Colonel in Los Almas with his own men, has a right-hand man, is well respected, and gets paid pretty well.

Now what type of man would he be if he didn't buy you nice things with said money, or let you buy things using his card? He likes to see his pretty girl all dressed all pretty for him, especially when he’s had a hard day like today.

A pt 2 of [this post] where reader sees ghost unmasked and thinks he's the cutest guy ever...

You've been on a hunt since you saw that guy in the cafeteria.

Like a good SAS soldier, you are thorough in your search. You haunt the mess hall like a vengeful spirit, hoping to see those pretty lips again, but nothing.

So you turn to asking around. None of the random soldiers you ask have any idea who your target is, but they do agree they've seen him around before. At least you have confirmation he's real.

"He's about this tall," you tell soap and gaz in the armory. You don't care that you look frantic with your gestures, you feel frantic. Dead end after dead end. "Prettiest man you'll ever see! Big gash in his cheek, with the lightest blonde hair!"

They only laugh and tell you to keep searching, obviously not understanding the true beauty that would drive you to this madness.

So...you're forced to go to extreme measures and maybe use prices clearance to access the database for all the soldiers on base.

A few keywords, "blond", "6ft+", "male", and you get a list of every person on base matching that description in their file.

Yet, as you scroll through the thumbnails of their photos, none even come close. Most are unblemished rookies, and those with scars are minimal at worst.

The only person who, according to the info, could match the description is....ghost.

No photo, but you find a short description that's usually redacted. A list, more than anything.

Oh god.

Ghost. Ghost is the pretty guy you saw. You told ghost to his face how pretty you thought he was and he left.

Maybe finding him was a bad idea, if he reacted so negatively...

Neglectful husband John Price part 2 Part 1

You half expected John to pick a fight with you about inviting Alex into the home, but he didn't. That didn't mean he would let what happened go, of course not. John is a petty man, something you learned during your relationship with him. You knew what you had done was a massive transgression to his pride, something he would not let go easily.

That's why you weren't at all surprised to see your favorite black sweater was suddenly covered in bleach spots. "I'm so sorry, love. I tried to do the laundry for you since you wanted me to help out around the house more. I didn't realize it would mess up your sweater." John explains with the least guilty tone you'd ever heard.

You almost laughed. He couldn't even pretend to feel bad. Couldn't even act like it was an accident. He wanted you to know how much he hated your little stunt. It made you smile.

"Oh, honey, that's okay! I really appreciate you helping me out!" You coo happily, pulling him into a warm kiss before plucking the sweater off the bed. The satisfaction on John's face disappears when instead of discarding the sweater, you pull it on.

"Love, are you going to wear that to dinner?" He presses, jaw clenching slightly when you gently brush past him to grab some jeans.

"Of course! I know sometimes my expectations are just so high, and I shouldn't shame you when you didn't the best that you could." You respond cheerily, jumping slightly to get the jeans over your ass. "Laundry is a little difficult, honey. Mistakes happen! Now let's go! We'll be late to dinner with the boys!"

John shifted slightly at the dinner table when Johnny eyed your sweater, glancing at John with a raised eyebrow. He remembered that sweater because John had complained about spending a fortune on it.

"What happened to your sweater, Bonnie?" He asks curiously, pointedly ignoring his captains glare.

"Oh, John tried doing the laundry to help out and added bleach! To a wash of all black clothes! Can you believe it?" You giggle as you rub John's arm soothingly. "There's a reason I do everything in the house, isn't there honey? What is it that you always say?"

John could barely contain the anger in his eyes when he looked at you, which makes your grin grow even wider. "You do it better than me, love. I would just get in your way." Your eyes sparkle with his admission, the table falling into quiet awkward laughter.

"He's a great captain, I'm sure, but you wouldn't know it from how he does housework." You turn back to the table, a hand still lovingly squeezing John's bicep.

This is what toxic!Price would do if he come home to see you lounging around that not taking care of the house (🌽 link)

John is absolutely furious with you.

His pretty little spouse should be cleaning and keeping the house clean while he’s away in deployment. Not make a mess of yourself and your home.

But nothing like a bit of training can’t fix.

He’ll hold your hair out of your face, bunching it into his fist as he fucks your mouth. Keeping a steady grip on the back of your head as to make sure you can’t pull away unless he wants you to.

Despite the gags and whine that leave your sore, aching throat, he most definitely doesn’t not give a fuck about your feelings and protests.

He’ll use every hole until he can finally get through your thick skull who you belong to and what you’re good for, possibly having to call in reinforcement if you still continue to act up.

“I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus” but it’s you kissing Price who reluctantly agreed to dress up as Santa for some fundraising-public-relations event, under the condition that the team doesn’t know he’s doing it because they’ll take the absolute piss out of him for it if they do.

So when Soap and Gaz see you backstage kissing a random guy dressed up as Santa they are devastated because they had this whole plan about setting you up with Price and now that’s ruined because apparently you’re taken! By Santa Claus! And how is John supposed to compete with that?

So the next day they come slugging back into the mess hall dejected to report back to Ghost that their plan (Ghost wanted no part of this) is ruined because they saw you kissing Santa Claus. (Ghost knows it was Price).

Then they go to John to tell him that they’ve seen how he looks at you and that he should just cut his losses now because you’re taken. They can’t understand why he busts out laughing when they call you Sergeant Claus.

You hit them back by calling them Santa’s little helpers. It takes a while for them to understand what you’re implying.