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warping-realities · 3 months ago

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Familly Group Chat

Written version of my last video. At some point I'll make one of the first one too! Hope you like it!

Michael was one of the many “middle kids” of John and Louise Bennet; in fact, he was the 4th of 7, just a few minutes younger than his twin brother, Tobias, with whom he shared that typical inscrutable and unexplainable bond that only twins have. Even though the relationship among all seven Bennet boys was super strong, having been raised under the strict rules of the holy Catholic Church by their parents, they were all scattered across the country, so the only way to keep in touch was through the family group chat on an app. That morning, the 23-year-old blonde man, skinny but toned from constant running, had just finished taking a hot shower and putting on his favorite pair of skinny black jeans, which his modern startup job not only accept but even endorsed as part of the dress code. He was about to start brushing his teeth when a new message notification popped up on his phone.

“Message from Tobias, here we go…” he muttered to himself, knowing his twin would only send a message at that hour if it was to roast someone. And sure enough!

“Hey bro, did you see the good morning message Mom posted in the family group?”

“Not yet, man.”

“Well, brace yourself! I have no idea where she finds this stuff!”

As he opened the family group while heading to the kitchen to make his usual black coffee, Michael couldn’t help but chuckle at the cheesiness of the good morning image Mom had sent.

“Dude, do all moms have a group to share this crap?” he typed to his brother in the private chat.

“Has to be! But you better reply, you know how she gets… soon she’ll be whining about how she raised seven ungrateful kids or some nonsense,” Tobias replied. Thinking about that, Michael rushed to respond to their mom. Louise was really kinda needy now that only the youngest still lived with her. However, when he opened the family group, he couldn't help but laugh out loud at the reply Tobias had sent—an even tackier image than the one their mom sent.

“Dude, you’re the worst! Where the hell did you find that image to reply to her?” he shot back to his brother.

“Well, maybe I’m in the mom’s group!” He replied before sending something completely different. “Hey, what’s going on? Someone saved as Dad 0.2 just join the group. What the hell is this?”

Hurrying to check that message, Michael quickly opened the family group and was shocked to see an unknown person had joined, which shouldn’t be possible without an access link or an invite from one of the group admins, their parents. The private convo that followed between the brothers was frantic and freaked out.

“Dad 0.2 removed Mom from the group… what’s going on?”

“I don’t know… how does someone just waltz into a private group and kick someone out???”

“Dad 0.2 changed the group name from Bennet Family to Bradley Boys! What the hell is this?”

“He’s sending a video, what’s happening???”

“I don’t know, bro, let’s just open it and see.”

The video showed a dude in his forties, but he looked really good for his age, easily passing for someone younger if it weren't for the crow's feet around his eyes that showed he was used to smiling, and his extremely muscular physique screamed years of hardcore workouts. With light brown hair and a well-groomed beard, he was rocking just a pair of sweats that showcased his powerful muscles in a spacious but Spartan room, with minimal furniture or decor.

“Alright, guys, it’s time to send our good morning videos! Who’s next? How about you, Jeff? I’m dying to rest my head on those muscle pillows of yours, babe!” the stranger said, flexing his arms.

“WTF?? You seeing what I’m seeing, Tobias? And who the hell is Jeff?” Michael quickly texted back to his brother.

“I have no clue, man, this is so weird… wait a sec… Dad 0.1 just sent a video, what the hell is this?”

“I think we better check it out…” Michael shot back before opening the video from the contact that also showed up for him as Dad 0.1.

“I’m dying to see you too, Buck! Counting the seconds until you’re back, babe. The bed feels empty without you here! Who’s next? How about our firstborn? It’s on you, Wyatt!” That was impossible; the face on the screen was undeniably their dad, but he had gained a solid 50 pounds of muscle and lost a good amount of fat. Not to mention the carpet of hair that now covered his formerly smooth chest.

“Is that really Dad? No way… how?” Tobias sent back.

“I don’t know, man! This is so bizarre… how did he bulk up so much… it doesn’t make sense… and who the hell is Wyatt?”

“He mentioned firstborn… but no… that can’t be…” Tobias typed before they both received another notification. Upon opening the video, they were in for another surprise.

“Hey there, bros! Ready for a new day? I’m already warming up waiting for my workout buddy—where you at, Maverick, little bro?” said the muscular dude, barely in his thirties, dressed all in black and flexing in a gym locker room.

“Dude… that’s Will!!! But he’s never set foot in a gym,” Michael texted Tobias. William, the oldest of the bunch, was about to turn thirty, and he had the chubby physique of an accountant used to long hours behind a desk, drinking coffee and munching on donuts—that was literally his life… or should be. But if there was anything that video showed, it was that Wyatt had never put a single sweet in his mouth.

“I don’t even know what to say… but there’s more coming!” Tobias replied, apparently just as stunned. As the new video arrived, they rushed to look.

“Ha! I’ve already left you in the dust, Wyatt! Looks like the baby bro is now the big bro! Don’t take too long, or I’ll be late for school, and my coach is gonna flip, right, Griff?”

“Dude, that’s Martin on steroids! That kid looks like he’s tripled in size! Is this some kind of prank? Some deep fake?” he asked in shock. Martin, the youngest, was already a more athletic kid, being on the wrestling team, but with that size, he’d be better suited for the offensive line on a football team, if he wasn’t already too big for that, and who the hell was this coach he was talking about?

“Michael, I’m just as lost as you. But it looks like this isn’t stopping…” Tobias commented as another video popped up in the group.

“You’re gonna have to do a ton of push-ups for not calling me Coach Bradley, kid! No Griff or Griffin while I’m your trainer! And if you’re late for school, it’ll be suicide day! Speaking of late, where the hell are you, Chase? Bet you left Hunter hanging at the beach.”

“Tobias, that’s Gordon! How the hell is he a coach? He’s a math teacher!” Michael texted in disbelief, seeing their second oldest brother looking way older than he should, with thinning hair as if he had been overdoing the steroids, which seemed totally possible, he thought, seeing the massive bodybuilder rocking just boxer briefs and a tight tank top, flexing his powerful muscles in some dimly lit room.

“Tobias? Tobias? Damn… there’s more coming!” Michael texted anxiously as he opened the next video.

“Ha, you know me too well, bro, but The Chaser is on the scene, Hunt’s got to face me!” That was Carl, but just like the other family members, he had gone through a transformation that left him almost unrecognizable. He had turned into a mountain of muscles covered by a thin layer of bronzed skin, clad only in a tiny yellow short, shades, and a backwards cap. Sitting in a car, flexing his muscles and grinning. Michael didn’t even have time to send a new outraged message to Tobias when another video came in.

“Too bad I’m already way ahead in my workout, little bro! You sure you want to take me on? Hehehe. Speaking of challenges, which twin’s gonna fire the next shot? Trey or Micah?” said the bronzed, muscular dude sporting Hugh’s modified look, the brother just below the twins in age. Watching this, Michael’s shock wore off, and he resumed chatting with his twin.

“What the hell is going on??? What are they doing at the beach? They should be in college!” But the reply didn’t come. Worried, he called out for his brother.

“Tobias? Tobias?”

“Who the fuck is Tobias, bro? I’m already sending my video, Micah! Big T is once again taking the lead! At least The Grand Finale is all yours!” was the twin response.

“Tobias, you guys must be messing with me!” Michael sent before opening the family group, where his brother had just sent another video.

“Trey here, leaving the little twin eating dust as always. And like always, I can’t tell what’s more badass, the view from my window or the sight the girls get when they check out my bod! What do you say, Micah, who’s used to seeing pretty much the same thing when you look in the mirror?” said the guy who in no way could be his twin brother, while grinning and showing off his muscular physique in front of his sunny apartment window. Totally lost, Michael sent a message to him.

“Tobias… Trey… I’m not doing any of this, this is insane!” he sent without realizing that autocorrect had changed his brother’s name.

“Dude, we’ve been doing this for years! It’s a Bradley tradition, what’s the problem now? You know how our das freak if we don’t join in. One of them is gonna call you if you don’t send it soon!” he replied. And Michael didn’t even have time to formulate a response to that new absurdity.

“Crap, video call from Dad 0.1,” he muttered to himself, refusing to pick up. But it seemed his phone had a mind of its own because the altered version of his dad popped up on his screen without permission.

“Micah, your dad is far away and wants a video from his boys. Trey just told me you don’t want to do it. What’s the harm in sending it? All your brothers already have, don’t be a buzzkill,” said the man with a serious and slightly disappointed expression.

“Dad, I… what the hell?” Michael started to respond, only to be cut off by the sudden entrance of a third person in the call. How was this possible? How was all this even real???

“Chill out, Jeff! I think Micah’s scared of looking like a weakling in front of his brothers.” It was the guy from the other video, grinning and crossing his arms while looking at Michael with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“What??? I… no… weakling!” For some reason, that challenge sparked something inside him, a primal urge to show what he was capable of, and even more, to show that man what he could do. He wanted… no, he needed to prove himself to that man. Show one of the most important people in his life that he wasn’t some weakling!

“You’re gonna see who the weakling is, Dad!” Micah shot back with a grin before sending his own video.

“Last of the Bradley boys here, you bunch of exhibitionists!” he said, shyly smiling. Unlike his brothers he didn't like to show off his physique without a greater purpose, he kept hitting the gym for the joy it always brought him, mainly because it was something that connected all the brothers and their two dads. The boys didn’t know who was whose dad, and to them that didn’t matter one bit. The Bradley boys were a united front; even though each had their own place, they all worked together at the gym their fathers had founded many years ago, even those who had other jobs like Griff or were still finishing school like Maverick. Even when it came time for college, they preferred to stick around instead of crossing the country, which was why Hunter and Chase still lived with their fathers. Their upbringing had been liberal, but there were still well-established boundaries of respect. Even though a much greater degree of freedom was present now that they were all adults, provocative acts had become more common, with the guys and their parents occasionally sending more explicit videos. In fact, the bond among them was so strong that whenever one of them was away for some reason, it had become family tradition to send those good morning videos.

“We’re looking forward to your return, Dad!” he said in the group, joined by his brothers and other father. They were answered by Buck, affectionately known by all as Dad 0.2.

“I’ll be back this weekend, boys, and I want the whole family together! But until then, at least we’ll have our little moments every morning. To wrap it up, here’s one last video from me for you to think of me as much as I think of you!” he said, winking and provocatively massaging his pecs.

“Come on, Dad! We don’t need this at this time of the morning,” was the response from his sons, even though they were all exactly the same kind of man as Buck Bradley.

#male tf #mind change #reality change #jockification #mental transformation #musclegrowth #straight to gay #my story

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mt-oe · 7 months ago

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Idol!Mizu AU where Mizu is in a girl group 🫡 she's known for being the "handsome" girl of the group but also her and reader having constant romantic tension with each other on stage

Fans speculating whether or not Mizu and Reader's interactions are just for fan service or more genuine

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Hey dear!

I hope you're still there! I wanted to look for girl groups with a similar trope (or at least what fans make it out to be) to better visualize the idea. Though I think I made this more dramatic than the idea.

Honestly, I really have to thank you because your idea introduced me to C-Pop and it's been great so far! Thank you so much <3

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, short, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

note: Yes, I used oshi no ko for the pic, but I do not condone incest. That's fucking disgusting. It was the only idol manga I knew with the panel vibes I was aiming for ;;

It was 6:57pm at Tokyo Dome. The venue usually filled only by the brightest and most talented idols was now filled with fans clutching their light sticks and banners excitedly. Admins from both official and unofficial fan pages handed out fan made photo cards to anticipating hands as they sang along to the music video playing as they waited and practiced their chants.

Outside, those who got out-lucked by others during the ticket selling or just couldn't afford the tickets, waited, hoping for even a glimpse of their bias by some lucky chance. Some were even hoping that a scalper would come pass by, try not minding how overpriced it would be. Double, triple, or even quadruple the price. It didn't matter. Any price would be worth it just to watch the biggest and hottest idol group in the world.

The talk of the town—the world rather.

Four members recruited as trainees at the same time, each scout claiming that they were a once-in-a-lifetime find, now formed under one group. They were charming, addicting, and they knew how to get everyone hooked.

Akemi, the group leader and princess. Born and raised in Kyoto. Undeniably pretty, soft, alluring, yet at the same time, fierce, well-spoken, and confident. "I want to be great," she said during the interview. And indeed, great she is. Rumors had it that she was the daughter of a famous businessman, but due to the lack of evidence, the rumor stayed a rumor. Ise. She may be the oldest in the group, but her charms never faltered with age. Always the face in sexy and mature concepts. Brands aiming for a more elegant and stronger appeal would come rushing at every given chance. Faced a lot of backlash at the start of her trainee days for being scouted along the streets of Kabukicho. However, after a long struggle and proving her talents, the information was finally forgotten, drowned in the sea of praises. Mizu, the lady killer. Homegrown from Kohama. The talent manager almost put her in a boy group due to her androgynous-borderline-masculine look. Usually stoic and aloof. Everyone would kill for her to smile at them. She rarely posts on social media. Her managers have to beg her for a crumb of an update. Fortunately, the company somehow found a social media manager for her. Now fans await her gym pictures, drooling over her abs, and her livestreams where she basically just does the most normal things. Everyone eats it up though. You. Everyone considered you as the doll of the group. An all-rounder, handling singing, dancing, and the most active when it came to fan interactions. You definitely had the most fan meeting fan cams. Able to handle every concept equally, whether it be the typical cute idol concept or a more mature sexier concept. The face card never declines.

Anyone who didn't know them had to be living under a rock or something.

Several news reporters struggled amongst each other to get the latest news about the on-going concert. Some fans even got interviewed about their sentiments, ranting on live television about how excited they were. Traffic reports had to be monitored constantly with how large the traffic jam was.

Finally, the clock struck 7.

It was go time.

The lights dimmed and the general announcements were given. Though it wasn't like anyone cared. They were too busy scrambling back to their seats, making sure their light sticks were on the correct settings. Excitement rushed through them as they watched the back-up dancers get into position on stage.

Cheers erupted from the crowd as the music started. The stage filled with smoke and colorful lights, adding to the hyped up feeling. Fans stood up as they saw the silhouettes of their idols, screaming their lungs out.

"Tokyo! Did you miss us?" the familiar voice of Akemi could be heard as the platform was raised, causing a massive wave of screams and cheers from the crowd. You suppressed the urge to gasp as you finally got the opportunity to see how big of an audience your group had amassed. You knew your group was famous, but to see what Tokyo Dome looked like sold out?

It was like a dream.

A sea of lights glimmering in the dark, like stars littering the vastness of the sky. Each a different color to represent their bias, some blinking multiple colors to represent their equal love for each member. If you had to envision what a fantasy world would look like, it was definitely this.

Your eyes looked over the tarps hung over the railings, all welcoming your group back in Tokyo, expressing their love. Each banner causing your smile to brighten as you sang through the mic, a bounce in your step while you roamed through the stage, wanting to interact with everyone equally.

Enjoyment ran through your body as you performed. An intense want to bring your fans the same joy that they brought you motivated you to do your best. You could feel your heart swelling with affection for your fans. The blood in your veins running faster as the lights shone brighter and brighter but never outshining you.

What can you say? The stage was your playing field.

Everything was going great. The song was going well, no technical difficulties, and none of you were getting tired yet. Your skirt fluttering animatedly as you continued to roam around, waving and reaching your hand to those in the VIP standing area. As the song reached it's final chorus, you were about to stand up straight when your foot suddenly slipped, causing you to fall forward.

A gasp made it's way off of your lips as you closed your eyes. All your thoughts going blank as you waited for the pain to hit you. However, seconds passed and...nothing.

Oddly enough, it feels like the stage became a bit more quiet. Slowly, you opened your eyes, expecting to see the floor and a bit of blood. Instead, your eyes met the surprised—and maybe even swooning—eyes of your fans.

Confused, you looked back to see Mizu's hand gripping your arm tightly, preventing you from falling. A stern yet concerned expression on her face. She looked back at you, eyes narrowing as she pulled you up into her arms effortlessly. Her lips tugged into a small smile, hands wrapping around your waist as you giggled and gave her a nod to thank her silently. Ah, damn it. You could see the amount of Tiktok edits made later.

Fans squealed at the interaction, whispering and fawning over how romantic it was. The constant romantic tension between the two of you was no secret within the community. It started as a joke during the group debut with how many times the two of you interacted behind the scenes, but now everyone's wondering whether there was something more to it.

Song after song, your group performed tirelessly, starting with songs from the cute concept albums. Eyes were on you and Akemi mostly, having fit the concept the most. However, you couldn't help but feel a particular set of eyes on you, even when it wasn't your part yet.

You looked around, before your gaze landed on Mizu's, who immediately looked away. A small amused huff leaving you as you walked over to her, bumping her lightly with your hip, making her eyes widen slightly.

The lights soon dimmed as the group finally finished with the first half. The other members leaving the stage to give way for each other's solo songs.

Wiping the sweat off of your forehead, a cold sensation suddenly pressed against your shoulder, making you jump. It was Mizu. In her hand was a water bottle. She chuckled and handed it to you, amused at the residual rush you felt. "You're doing an awful lot, aren't you?" she chuckled, sitting down next to you, her pants already changed for her solo.

"Well it's Tokyo Dome after all," you sighed dreamily, taking a huge gulp of water before smiling sheepishly at your makeup artist who looked pissed at you for ruining the lipstick she just retouched. "Who knew we'd reach this far?"

Despite spending your trainee days together, the blue-eyed idol was still an enigma to you. Someone you felt a strange sense of longing and comfort, but at the same time, someone you couldn't quite grasp.

Mizu smiled fondly at you, patting your head. "I always knew you could do it," she mumbled, eyes studying your form. The amount of stamina you had for performing never ceased to amaze her. Unbeknownst to you, she shared the same sentiments. You were incredible to her.

"Hey! No touching the hair!" you huffed, swatting her hand off playfully. "And you're here with me too, aren't you?"

She raised an eyebrow and gave a small nod, smile never leaving her lips. "I am, but you.." her voice trailed off into a fond whisper as she stood up again. Cerulean eyes squinted as she laughed softly, her voice hinted with something else. Admiration? Attraction? Love? "I never doubted you. You're more of an idol than anyone in our group."

You were about to question her about it, a small tightening feeling in your chest. You knew about the fan allegations and you knew Mizu knew about it too, but sometimes she made you feel like they were true; that your fans had noticed something you didn't.

As you opened your mouth to ask, her wardrobe manager rushed into the room and immediately scolded her for wandering off when it was almost her solo. She flashed you a small smile and a little wave before her face rested back into her usual stoic expression.

A sigh left your lips as you stared at where she previously sat. 'I'm going crazy, aren't I? She's probably just doing this to make the act more believable..' you thought, standing up as well to talk over to your makeup artist.

Your heart hurt slightly at the thought. What will happen once all of this was over? When the audience no longer cared about the small smiles and touches she gave you? You wished you could stay here forever, to be by her side through the ups and downs of this idol life. Maybe even after, in a more peaceful one. But realistically...

Mizu would forget about you then, wouldn't she?

The inner turmoil boiled up in your chest, making you sigh. 'I need to stop. We're in the middle of a concert,' you thought to yourself. Your eyes traveled to the small TV they had set up backstage, watching as the love of your life you bandmate performed her song.

The twinkle in your eyes brightening as you watched her. Each lyric, each dance move, each fan service, making your heart clench with a strange sense of longing. "She's going all out, isn't she?" your makeup artist said softly, attaching the gems to your face. You quickly snapped out of your love-dazed trance and huffed. "A bit," you replied. "But she's not going to outdo me."

It was frustrating. How both of you tiptoed around your feelings but never taking a step forward.

No.

You couldn't take the step forward. A step forward meant the end of your career. Her career. You couldn't do that. Not when she was shining so brightly.

After a bit of preparation, it was finally your turn to be on stage, performing your solo. Undeniably, your performance was impeccable. Choreography practiced to perfection, each note hit, and every pose timed to give the most impact. However, despite how seemingly well you were performing, your thoughts were plagued by the uncertainty you felt.

After all this, it would be over anyway. When the lights of your idol career stops shining, so will her small reassuring gestures, so will the butterflies she gave you.

As the song transitioned to the next album, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a hand on your waist, giving you a small pat. Ocean eyes squinting as she smiled at you reassuringly. "Keep your mind on the stage," she whispered against your ear before turning her mic on.

She's right. You were getting distracted.

"Oh who do you think I am," you jokingly whispered back, covering your mic before joining Ise and Akemi walk around the stage. A chuckle escaped her lips as she watched you move, eyes filled with admiration unbeknownst to you. The interaction making her fans swoon as the romantic scene fueled their fantasies. She soon joined the rest as everyone did their best to give the performance Tokyo deserved.

Confetti flew around as the performance finally ended. You were now accepting gifts from your fans, catching stuffed toys thrown onto the stage. The turmoil in you continuing to brew, the stage really brought you a strange kind of happiness. Would you choose to stay here? Or would you take the dive forward into love?

Like a prince charming, here to save you from your thoughts, Mizu gave you a small pat. A hug hidden by the smoke covering the stage as the platform lowered. Oh why the hell were you thinking so much?

Maybe someday, the both of you would finally brave it out and confess. Maybe someday, the world will accept two idols falling in love. But today was just another job well done.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ PADDOCK TO PADDOCK (LN) PART 2

lando norris x fem!horse rider!reader

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mclaren always wanted to see the paddock in its full glory? go behind the scenes with todays special guest, @/yourusername, as she swaps one paddock for another to see a little of what happens on a race day!

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user3 HELLOOOOO WHAT.

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user9 lando needs to stay focused :/

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landonorris 🧡

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y/nupdates y/n today after the race!!! she was seen leaving with teammates lando norris and oscar piastri, and oscar’s girlfriend lily! thank you @/mclaren for taking care of our girl today🧡

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user4 prettiest baby in existence she is GLOWING

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yourusername back from my adventures into training. qualifications coming up which means extra work for this little (big) man🫣

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user3 BEANIE BOYYYY🥹

user8 you got this y/n/n!!!!

flo_norris_showjumping best of luck for qualifying, let me know how it goes🩷

user2 carlos in the likes again i’m TELLING YOU lando is talking abt y/n to the grid boys

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f1updates asked about his growing friendship with showjumper y/n y/l/n, lando said today that the two are ‘just becoming friends’ and ‘don’t have much time to see each other’ now y/n is back in her home county. but sources close to the two say they’ve been facetiming most nights👀

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user10 everyone leave them alone and let them have their private lives challenge

user11 good! lando should be staying focused on getting good face results. he can’t afford this right now.

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landonorris p2 quali in home race, and some great company. what could be better🧡

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user7 WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING TOO BUSY TO HANG OUT MR. NORRIS?!

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y/nupdates sending all the luck to @/yourusername and mr. bean today as they compete in the final qualification around for paris 2024!🩷

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a/n: i realise this wasn’t v interesting but… attempting a slow ish burn bc i love pining

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jorjafrozen · 10 months ago

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trolls headcanons because i’m bored!! i have a couple other posts on my @obesessedwithjohndory account however im posting this from my phone and can’t get into that account on here but anyways enjoy the hcs <3

john dory and branch hatched early, bruce and floyd were late, clay was right on time

john dory is named after rosipuff’s husband/ the boys’ grandpa who died before he was born

john dory gives branch a pair of old goggles and he wears them whenever they go to events etc

the glasses branch wears in both ‘perfect’ scenes in the movie originally belonged to john dory when he was a baby

john dory is like spencer from icarly, they always tease him for never having friends his own age etc because he lives in pop village and hangs around with branch, floyd, poppy etc and they’re significantly younger than him

bruce’s favourite song is the copacabana

bruce loves seeing his kids play with their uncles

sometimes when critics come to review his restaurant he gets his brothers to come for support because despite them always leaving good reviews he always gets really anxious

bruce would love the troll version of gordon ramsay but would definitely not want him coming to his restaurant because he’d probably pass away

his kids didn’t believe he was in a band because he was very hesitant of putting brozone songs on etc

he teaches them the old choreography

clay has made his bedroom very cosy despite it being in the admin building of the golf course like it’s got fairy lights and photos of his bros + poppy & viva

clay has had a crush on viva ever since he first met her when they were little

he rarely brushes his hair, not because he doesn’t want to, just because he forgets because he’s busy doing his cpa work

clay has 2 sad book clubs, one for his friends (even though he calls them his associates) and one for his bros, viva + poppy

floyd has lots of piercings, eyebrow, lip, ears, nose etc

he was definitely wild in his teenager years, always partying, drinking and whatnot

he’s had A LOT of boyfriends in the 20 years they were apart, mainly pop or rock trolls

hes very rebellious for the first couple months after they all reunite, he’s always like “i beat death, what do you mean i can’t go skydiving?”

floyd and barb would be best friends

he’s the one to help his brothers stop arguing after a fight, it’s almost giving “don’t be like this, this isn’t like you” (☠️☠️)

branch has a lot of collectible items he found over the years when he was in his grey state

sometimes to have a laugh he’ll steal john dory’s goggles and hide them somewhere in the bunker just to see him stress out looking for them, and they’re always usually in an obvious spot like on top of a cupboard or something

john dory gave him an old photo album and he likes looking through it because he likes seeing all his brothers when they were younger

branch is a lightweight

sometimes when he’s with john dory, he’ll subconsciously rest his head on his shoulder and has fallen asleep a handful of times

and he has most definitely called john dory dad more than once

hope you liked these!!!! <3

#trolls #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #trolls brozone #trolls john dory #trolls movie #trolls branch #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls 3 #trolls floyd #john dory #brozone #brozone headcanons #trolls headcanons

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faustiantales · 10 days ago

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Hi admin~ 🩷your writing. Could you please write a fanfic about Tsukinami brothers Shin or Carla from diabolik lovers🥹

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉'𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊

Note from the Abyss: Don't worry my Veiled Visitor, I gotchu~ Also, why settle for one when you can have both? 😤

Dark Descent: Shin Tsukinami X fem/afab!Reader X Carla Tsukinami

Twisted Truths: incest, dubcon, threesome, major age gap (but they're demons that lived for thousands of years so does it even matter?), grooming, double penetration, cunnilingus, fellatio, breeding, creampie, pet names

Synopsis: Because of Karlheinz, the first blood clan diminished to three remaining members. But not all hope is lost because Carla and Shin hid the princess of the founder's race from the vampire king. Now awaking from her thousand years slumber, the siblings will fulfill their duty to revive the entire kin.

Shadows Lengthen: 7.5k words

No one knew where it came from or how it started, but suddenly, a deadly virus began infecting the first blood race, driving them to near extinction. The demons called it Endzeit, and it specifically targeted the founders, the ancient and powerful progenitors of the demonkind.

For centuries, the virus ravaged their clan, spreading through blood and causing immense suffering. It seemed almost intentional, a catastrophic misfortune with no known cure.

Furthermore, this was not the end of their suffering...but only the beginning.

Amidst their impending doom, however, a miracle occurred: the birth of his youngest sister, the only princess of the First Blood. Carla attended to his mother during the delivery, as his father was on the verge of insanity and unable to care for his wife, and his younger brother was often away from the castle.

The white-haired prince was there to witness the birth of his beloved younger sister, a child who was centuries younger than him and Shin. Despite the large age gap, Carla was still drawn to her, an unexplained force that made him feel a sense of protectiveness beyond what he had ever felt before.

The castle's grand hallways echoed with the cries of the newborn, a sound that seemed to cut through the heavy silence of the fortress like a knife through butter. It was a stark contrast to the cries of pain that had once filled these same walls as the virus claimed its victims.

"My dear baby..." Krone, the First Blood Queen, gazed lovingly at her daughter. "My daughter, [Y/n]."

"A fitting name for a child born in these dire times," Carla murmured, golden eyes softening. He stepped closer to his mother by the bed, admiring the baby's ethereal features up close. "She looks just like you, mother."

"She does, doesn't she?" The woman chuckled lightly, gently rocking the child and soothed her crying.

Months passed since [Y/n]'s birth. Shin, who had returned home a few weeks after knowing the news of a younger sister, found himself spending most of his time with her. Despite the initial awkwardness, he grew to love her, feeling an unshakable bond. On the other hand, Carla found his newfound sister to be a source of both joy and fear. The pleasure came from her innocence and the light she brought into their grim world, but fear lurked as he watched her grow, knowing that she was born with the same blood that could eventually be her downfall.

However, that's not the only concern he had.

Carla didn't know how, but somehow, Karlheinz caught wind of the princess's birth. It was unusual, as he ensured no word would spread outside the castle walls. He kept his mother's delivery a secret, even from his madman of a father. This ensures that [Y/n] won't be in harm's way when she's finally born, especially from the cunning Vampire King.

Yet, Karlheinz had a way of knowing things that were never meant to be known. His spies were everywhere, even in the most unexpected places. The charismatic man would always spark a conversation with Carla during balls and parties, his sly and sugar-coated words hinting at the knowledge he possessed. The white-haired prince felt a knot in his stomach every time their eyes met, a silent understanding that Karlheinz was watching, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Your Highness, Prince Carla."

The prince's sharp gaze landed upon the man he despises the most, Karlheinz, the Vampire King. His presence was like a dark cloud looming over the festivities, casting a shadow of unease across the grand ballroom. Carla's fists clenched at his sides as he strode through the throng of demons, his mind racing with thoughts of how the vampire could have discovered the existence of his sister.

"Welcome, Karlheinz," he greeted with forced politeness, his voice as cold as the castle stones. "I trust your journey was uneventful?"

Karlheinz smirked, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "Indeed, Your Highness. I've been looking forward to this little...celebration."

"Is that so?" Carla's eyes narrowed to a glare, gritting his teeth behind a placid smile.

"Your mother," he began, his tone low and deliberate. His gaze drifted over to the Queen, who sat gracefully on her throne. "How is she faring? I heard she's been quite...preoccupied as of late."

Carla's eyes narrowed. "My mother's health is not your concern, Vampire King."

"Oh, but it is," Karlheinz responded, his smile widening to show a hint of fang. "After all, she is the bearer of the First Blood line. And now, there's another who shares that same legacy."

The silverette's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his expression neutral, his eyes never leaving the vampire's. "What do you imply?"

"Merely an observation, my dear prince," Karlheinz said with a shrug, his eyes still locked on Carla. "I've noticed that your family seems...complete now. It is as if something new has been added to the mix. A secret, perhaps?"

Carla's jaw tightened, but he remained silent, his mind racing. How did Karlheinz find out about [Y/n]? Had one of his own men betrayed him? Or did the vampire's spies have access to places he never thought possible?

"What nonsense," he scoffed, trying to keep his voice steady. With a final glare, Carla left.

Carla couldn't help but feel the cold grip of dread tighten around his heart at the thought of the Vampire King's interest in [Y/n]. That only fueled the prince's rage and wariness towards the man, especially when his darling sister was involved.

And despite wanting to protect her by staying by her side, he couldn't even do something as simple as that...

Because it didn't take long for his power-hungry and cruel father to try and get rid of his eldest son. Eventually, he waged war against the vampires and viboras, sending his son to lead his troops on the battlefield, hoping that Carla and Karlheinz would end up killing each other. It was a twisted and desperate move, but it had been brewing for years.

"Mother..."

"Carla? What's the matter?" Queen Krone glanced at her son, noticing the paleness of his features and the worry etched in his eyes. As soon as she put the infant in her crib, she strode towards the prince and cupped his cheeks. "My son, is there something on your mind?"

The prince's eyebrows drew together, and his golden eyes met with his mother's. He remained silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts and calming his brewing anger. Once his attention landed on his baby sister, unspoken words of love and concern hung heavily in the air. He knew he had to tell her the truth.

"Mother."

"Yes, dear?"

"Will you listen to my request?"

Krone's expression shifted to confusion. Yet, noticing her son's serious facade and the heavy air around him, she nodded solemnly. "Of course, my son."

Carla took a deep breath, the gravity of his words weighing heavily upon his chest. "Mother, I fear for [Y/n]. With the war approaching, and Karlheinz knowing she exists, she's in danger. We must hide her away, let the world believe she's...gone."

The Queen's eyes widened with shock, her hand flying to her mouth. "You want to fake her death?"

He nodded firmly, his gaze unwavering. "It's the only way to protect her from Father's madness and Karlheinz's greed. If they think she's gone, she'll be safe."

Krone's golden eyes searched her son's, the weight of his words sinking in. The thought of losing her child was unbearable, but the fear for her daughter's safety was even greater. With a heavy heart, she nodded in agreement. "I will do it, Carla. For [Y/n]. But we must ensure she is well-hidden, and that no one, not even your father, suspects."

"Of course, Mother."

With the queen's permission, Carla finally worked on his secret plan of hiding away his beloved younger sister. Krone helped her son put [Y/n] into an eternal slumber with magic, preserving her for many years to come.

In the dead of night, Carla and a few trusted servants moved swiftly and silently through the castle. They had to be careful, as the walls had eyes and the floor had ears, and even the slightest misstep could alert the wrong person to their actions.

The human world was the only place where [Y/n] would be safe from the clutches of his mad father and the scheming Karlheinz. Carla had spent weeks crafting an elaborate ruse, weaving a web of lies and illusions to ensure his sister's protection. He had also found an unsuspecting human to manipulate.

The chosen human was a priest who frequently visited an old, decrepit church. The man fell under Carla's magic, and with his elaborate instructions, began taking care of the slumbering First Blood infant. Since then, [Y/n] was hidden away in a catacomb underneath the church, away from prying eyes.

Millennia passed and the downfall of the Founders was concluded. The castle, once a bastion of power and elegance, now stood as a testament to the decay of the First Blood race. The war ended with the imprisonment of the last remaining First Blood inside the castle, and all but two members died to the curse of Endzeit.

All hope seemed to be lost until Carla and Shin managed to break free from the Vampire King's seal. They had been preparing for this moment for centuries, their strength and resolve sharpened by the very confines that were meant to keep them in check. The air outside the fortress was sweet and free, and it filled their lungs with a fiery determination to find and save their sister.

Carla knew the path well; it was the same one he and his late mother had taken when they hid her away. The human world had changed drastically in the millennia that had passed, but the old church remained, a silent sentinel standing guard over the hidden catacombs beneath. The priest was long gone, but his descendants had maintained the secret, bound by the same ancient spell that had compelled their ancestor.

The moment the brothers stepped into the musty, candlelit chamber, the air grew thick with anticipation. The platform where she lay, untouched by time, lay in the center, surrounded by dust and cobwebs. The sight of it brought a lump to Carla's throat. He reached out a trembling hand and gently brushed away the dust, revealing the still form of his now adult younger sister, her chest rising and falling almost imperceptibly.

Long gone was the infant that lay in her mother's warm embrace, long gone was the small and vulnerable form that Carla had promised to protect. In her place lay an ethereal beauty, with [s/c] skin shining amidst the candlelight and [h/c] hair crowning her head. Her eyes remained closed, but there was a serenity to her that spoke of peace found in the embrace of slumber.

With trembling hands, Carla reached into his pocket and retrieved a crystal vial filled with a crimson liquid that glowed with the essence of the First Blood. It was a risky move, but he had no other choice. He had to wake her up.

Shin looked at him with a mix of hope and trepidation. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do, Niisan?"

Carla nodded firmly, his gaze never leaving the crystal vial. "We have no other choice. Our clan is gone, and the world has changed. It's time she wakes up."

With a deep breath, he approached the slumbering figure. Carefully, he unstopped the vial and let a single drop of the crimson essence fall onto her pink, parted lips. The moment it touched her skin, the room seemed to come alive with energy, the air crackling with power.

Her eyes fluttered open, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she took in the sight before her. Confusion and fear clouded her gaze, but it cleared as she saw the familiar faces of her brothers.

"Hello, sweetie," Carla's expression softened. He knew full well that his sister was still just an infant — her body might've grown over the years but that doesn't mean that her mind did. "I'm your older brother, Carla."

"Does she recognize us, Niisan?" the strawberry-blonde asked, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

"To some degree," he hummed. "[Y/n]'s mind is still a baby. Although her body has grown, she has not experienced the world, nor has she formed any memories of us."

Shin's expression deflated. He clenched his fists by his side, gritting his teeth at her unfortunate circumstance. "I see..."

"But do not fret — we're finally reunited, after all," Carla simpered, golden hues glimmering with hope. "We will make new memories, and she will learn to love us again."

Indeed, the brothers had planned meticulously for this day. They had constructed a secluded manor in the human world, a place where [Y/n] could live a peaceful life, hidden from the grasp of Karlheinz and the shadows of their past. For ten years, they devoted themselves to her care, filling her days with love and her nights with the whispers of their ancestors' tales. They taught her about their kind, the First Blood, and the world that was now vastly different from the one she was born into.

Her eyes grew bright with curiosity as they regaled her with stories of battles won and lost, of ancient pacts and alliances. Carla took it upon himself to instruct her in the ways of their race, the art of wielding power, and the subtleties of diplomacy. Shin, on the other hand, taught her the way of the hunter. He showed her the stars and the moon, the warmth of the sun on her skin, and the joy of hunting together in the wild.

And of course, they taught her the art of sexual pleasure. They groomed her into the perfect sister-wife — submissive, obedient, and eager to please. They made sure to shower her with love and affection, sexually pleasuring her and getting her ready to be bred by them in the future. The First Blood princess grew into a stunning young woman, with an innocence that belied her true nature. After all, it is their duty to restore the entire bloodline, and she was the last piece of the puzzle.

"A-ah~ Oniichan~ That feels good!"

A certain strawberry-blonde grinned, his golden hues staring up at his beloved sister through half-lidded lashes. "Yeah? You love me licking this spot?"

"Ngh! M-mhmhm!" the girl shuddered, gripping the mattress so tight her knuckles went white.

"There, there, sweetie. Don't hold back and release," the long-haired brother coaxed, caressing the princess' sweaty face. Carla's touch was gentle yet firm, guiding her through this familiar sensation.

It was finally the day the two brothers decided to fulfill their duty with [Y/n]—the day when they would take her innocence and start the process of rebuilding their dying bloodline. The manor was quiet, the anticipation palpable. Carla and Shin had prepared a special room, one filled with candles and the scent of their mother's favorite flowers. It was a space designed to make her feel safe and cherished.

Ever since she was young, the brothers slowly but surely introduced her to sex. They would start with lingering touches that slowly latch onto places that felt foreign to the girl. And if ever she questions their actions, they would explain it as the natural progression of things, the way it's been done since the dawn of their race. It was the way of the First Blood, they said, to keep the purity of their line.

They exposed the girl to the delights of intimacy, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as they touched her in ways that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Carla took the lead, his golden eyes burning with desire as he watched her face contort in ecstasy. Shin followed closely behind, his gentle touches a stark contrast to his brother's more dominant nature.

Noticing the way her inner walls convulsed around his tongue, the younger brother smirked and hastened his pace. He lapped her cunt like a man starved, waiting nothing more than to see his beloved sister writhe in pleasure as she orgasmed. After all, despite having high respect for his older brother, Shin wanted to prove himself to Carla — to show that he was the one who could truly make their sister feel good.

"I'm cumming!" the girl squealed, bucking her hips against Shin while her back arched from extreme pleasure. Her juices squirted all around the strawberry blonde's face, even staining his glasses.

The male pulled back, allowing the girl some respite from her high. After a few seconds, she stopped and relaxed back on the bed, panting heavily. Carla caressed her flushed face, smiling at her gently. [Y/n]'s eyes fluttered open, weakly smiling at the long-haired prince before looking at the man underneath her.

Seeing both of her beloved brothers, right here by her side and pleasuring her, sent chills down her spine. Her naked body warmed up at the thought of being treasured by these two, her heart beating miles per second while her cheeks flushed red.

"Good girl," he whispered before planting a loving kiss on her forehead. "You did well, my dear."

Shin grinned proudly, looking up at Carla. "Look, Niisan. Look how beautiful she is."

"Mhm. I know. She truly is," he agreed.

"Do you think she's ready?"

Carla nodded, his eyes never leaving the beautiful sight of [Y/n]'s exhausted but satisfied expression. "I believe she is, Shin. She's ready to take both of us now."

Shin placed one lingering kiss on her swollen cunt before he moved to the side, nestling against the girl. He lay on [Y/n]'s left as the white-haired prince stood up from the bed. The strawberry-blonde then played with her breasts while kissing and nipping her flawless skin.

"Ngh! Niichan that tickles!" she mewled, closing her eyes out of instinct. She tried not to squirm much under her older brother's dominating touches, though she couldn't stop her body from quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure.

"Does it now, princess?" Shin growled low as he left bite marks on her skin, making sure that it would last there for a long time. His golden eyes narrowed, growling like a beast as he felt his cock throb against his pants, wanting to be released and fill his little sister, but he knew he had to wait. "Why don't you watch Niisan, hm? Maybe that'll distract you from me."

"...O-okay..." she answered breathlessly, opening her eyes again to look at her other brother who began undressing by the side of the bed.

Carla took of his clothes, one by one, carefully folding them and setting them on the bedside table. The entire time, the First Blood prince could feel her gaze on him. He smirked, facing the two by the bed and giving his sister a show she could enjoy. This isn't the first time she saw him naked, after all, she'd seen their naked bodies during every bath.

But the way the white-haired prince would sensually strip before her today was different. It wasn't like the innocent peeks she used to get. This was a deliberate seduction, a show of power and dominance that she had never seen before. His flawless porcelain skin gleamed under the candlelight, his muscles flexing as he moved, and his cock hardening with each article of clothing removed.

[Y/n] swallowed a lump in her throat, her attention fixed on him as if she couldn't look away. Her breaths grew shallow and her heart raced as he stood before her in all his glory. Carla stepped closer to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he knelt beside her. His hand caressed her thigh, moving slowly and deliberately, inching closer to her center.

"That was quite a show, huh, Niisan?" Shin snickered, licking a hickey he left on her collarbone.

"Of course, I had to make sure my little audience enjoyed herself," Carla chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and love as he watched his sister's reaction. He leaned over her, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek before his hand reached down to cup her wet folds. "You're so pretty when you're aroused, [Y/n]."

The girl flushed red, embarrassed but also feeling a strange thrill. Her body responded to Carla's touch, her folds quivering at the mere mention of his praise. She had grown to love the feeling of their hands on her body, the way they made her feel complete.

"I've already prepped her enough, Niisan. She's wet enough for you to take," Shin said with a knowing smirk, watching as Carla's gaze darkened.

The strawberry-blonde shifted his body, moving away from his sister's face so Carla could take his place. The white-haired prince leaned in and kissed her softly, their eyes locked together as his hand worked her pussy. The room was filled with the scent of sex, and [Y/n] could feel her body responding to her brothers' touches.

"I love you, [Y/n]," the man murmured, kissing her lips gently as he caressed her cheeks with his free hand.

"I love you too, Oniisama," she whispered back, her voice trembling with anticipation and a hint of fear.

The love she felt for Carla was unshakeable, a bond that had grown stronger with every shared moment. But the prospect of what was to come was uncharted territory, even for the worldly knowledge she had been granted in her slumber. Carla positioned himself, his cock, thick and demanding, at the entrance of her slick folds. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as he pushed into her, feeling the warm, tight embrace of her virginity.

"Ngh!" she gasped, her eyes widening with shock and pain. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she couldn't help the sob that escaped her lips as he inched further inside.

"Shh," Carla whispered soothingly, his eyes filled with a fierce love. "You're okay, [Y/n]. This is just the first step."

Tears streaked down [Y/n]'s face as she felt the stretching pain, but she nodded, willing herself to trust her brothers. Shin's hand found hers, his grip firm and reassuring as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. "You're doing great, [Y/n]. We're here for you."

"It'll get better, I promise," he murmured, golden eyes searching hers, a mix of love and apology in his gaze. He pushed in further until he was fully sheathed in her tight warmth. He waited, giving her body a chance to adjust to his size, before starting to move.

"Don't cry, princess," Shin soothed, moving to her face so he could wipe her tears away. "We're going to make you feel so good, I promise."

"Okay..." she sniffed, opening her eyes to look up at Carla, who had stopped moving to give her a moment to adjust.

The pain was still present, but it had begun to dull into a more tolerable ache. She felt so full, so claimed by her brother's presence, and she realized that she didn't hate it. In fact, a warm, fuzzy feeling began to spread through her body, starting from her core and branching outwards like a gentle warmth from a fireplace.

Shin, noticing her distress, leaned in and kissed her deeply. His hands, which had been playing with her nipples, now slid down to her waist, holding her in place as Carla started to move slowly. His kiss was a gentle assault on her senses, a sweet promise of pleasure to come. The strawberry-blonde whispered sweet words of encouragement in between kisses, his golden eyes filled with love and desire as he watched her face.

Her eyes closed, [Y/n] focused on the warmth of Shin's touch, the gentle scrape of his teeth against her lower lip, the way his tongue danced with hers. It was a kiss that promised her that she wasn't alone in this, that her brothers loved and cherished her. And as Carla's slow, measured thrusts grew deeper, she began to feel the pain give way to a different kind of sensation.

"Oniisama...that feels weird..." [Y/n] whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Breathe with me, [Y/n]. Relax," he instructed, his voice soothing and filled with concern. Carla's thrusts grew shallower, his movements more tender.

The girl nodded, taking deep, shaky breaths, trying to follow her brother's guidance. As she focused on his voice and the gentle caress of Shin's hands, she felt the discomfort recede, making room for a new sensation that began to build within her. The friction grew more pleasant with every stroke, turning into a throb that echoed in her very core.

The white-haired prince leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You're doing so well, little one. Let yourself go."

And go she did. With every thrust from Carla, she felt herself get wetter, the ache giving way to a burning need. Her hips began to rock against him, urging him deeper. The warmth spreading from her core grew stronger, turning into a heat that seemed to consume her entire body.

Shin, noticing her pleasured expression, smirked. He bit unto her skin, earning a yelp from the girl. He chuckled lowly. "Don't forget about me, princess. I won't let Niisan hog all the fun."

The strawberry-blonde's teeth grazed against her neck, leaving a trail of love bites that would surely leave a mark. His hand reached for her right breast, kneading and pinching her nipple while Carla took her from below. Each bite from Shin sent jolts of pleasure through [Y/n]'s body, making her arch into his touch.

"Ahh, Oniichan~" she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure and need. The pain from earlier had transformed into something else entirely, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her body was alive with sensations, her mind hazy with the desire to feel more.

Shin took full advantage of her distraction, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her breast as he suckled greedily. The sharp sting of his bite was followed by a gentle swirl of his tongue, a contradiction that made her toes curl and her back arch off the bed. His hand moved from her waist to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as he watched his brother claim her virginity with a mix of possessiveness and pride.

The room was a symphony of moans and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Carla's thrusts grew stronger and more demanding as he claimed her completely, her body responding in kind with each gasp and whine that spilled from her lips. The bed creaked under their combined weight, the headboard thumping rhythmically against the wall as they moved in unison.

Her tightness grew, wrapping around him like a warm, wet glove. He felt the familiar coil in his stomach, the pressure building in his balls, telling him that he was close to the edge. But he didn't want it to end yet. He needed more, needed to hear her scream his name as she shattered around him. He reached up, his hand finding her clit and he began to rub it in circles, watching her face contort in ecstasy.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, my dear. I'm gonna fill you up," he proclaimed, half-lidded golden hues glinting in the dim room. Sweeping his long, white locks out of his face, Carla's expression was a mix of determination and desire as he watched his sister's face contort in pleasure. "We're going to have a family together. A legacy that'll live on through our blood."

[Y/n] gasped, the thought of Carla's cum filling her up, mixing with her own fluids, and creating a new life was a revelation that shook her to the core. Her eyes grew wide, filled with a mix of confusion, nervousness, and a thrill she hadn't felt before. It was a strange concept, one she had been taught about but never truly understood until this moment.

"Hurry up, Niisan. I'm also itching for a taste," Shin growled, his voice thick with lust as he watched Carla claim their sister. He could feel his own arousal growing with every gasp and whine she made, and it was clear that he wasn't the only one affected by the sight.

The older brother chuckled, increasing his pace as per his request. "Alright, Shin. I'll concede this round. We have all night to breed our precious princess, after all."

With one last, deep thrust, Carla felt his release begin to pulse, hot and heavy, filling her up with his seed. The sensation sent [Y/n] over the edge, her body convulsing in an orgasm so intense it brought tears to her eyes. She screamed his name, her nails digging into the sheets as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

The moment Carla pulled out, Shin didn't waste a second. He was already naked and ready, his cock standing at attention as he took his brother's place. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as he pushed inside her. The sensation of being filled by two men, one after the other, was almost too much for the young princess. But she embraced it, the love and desire she felt for them overwhelming any discomfort.

"My turn~" the strawberry-blonde purred, smirking as he swiftly turned the [h/c]ette around.

He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together as he pushed his cock into her already stretched pussy. The sensation of being claimed by both her brothers was almost too much for the young princess to handle. With [Y/n] on her hands and knees, she felt Shin's cock ramming into her deep, filling her completely. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her moan wantonly. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as he whispered sweet nothings, his grip on her hips tightening as he picked up the pace.

As the younger continued with his merciless pounding, the older prince repositioned himself on the bed. Now he was kneeling in front of the princess, cock still erect and throbbing. He stroked it a few times before he brought it closer to her face.

"Open up for me, my dear. Show me how much you love me," he cooed.

Her eyes fluttered open at the command, meeting his golden gaze. Despite her body's protests, she felt a strange compulsion to obey. With trembling hands, she reached out and took his thick shaft, guiding it to her mouth. The taste of her own arousal on his member sent a thrill through her, and she felt a strange sense of belonging as she took him in.

Carla moaned as her hot and wet mouth enveloped him, sending shivers down his spine. His han landed on her [h/c] locks, gently patting her head in approval. "That's my girl..."

[Y/n] had never felt so full in her life. The combination of Shin's cock pumping into her from behind and Carla's in her mouth was overwhelming, but she didn't want it to stop. She could feel herself growing wetter with every stroke, her body begging for more. Her inexperience was evident as she gagged a few times, trying to deep-throat Carla's thick member. But her brother was patient, his hands guiding her head as he coached her through the motion.

"That's it, [Y/n]. Just relax your throat and let me in," he instructed, his voice strained with pleasure.

The [h/c]-haired princess nodded, her eyes watering as she took him deeper into her mouth. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn't anticipated feeling, but the love and adoration in Carla's eyes made her want to do anything for him.

Shin's aggressive pounding grew more intense, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythmic force that caused her entire body to jolt forward with every thrust. With each impact, her mouth was forced to take Carla even deeper, her throat constricting around his cock as she gagged. Yet, the sensation of being so completely filled, both from the front and the back, was a strange kind of bliss that she couldn't deny.

"So close! Fuck!" Shin let out a guttural groan, increasing his pace tenfold. His left hand gripped her hips tightly that is sure to leave marks on her flawless skin while the other reached between her legs and abused her clit.

Her eyes watered as she felt the pressure building within her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a cocktail of pleasure and pain that had her toes curling and her body trembling. The noises she made grew louder, muffled only by the cock filling her mouth.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Shin groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic. "I can't hold it much longer."

"Me neither," Carla agreed, his own voice strained. He watched his sister's eyes water with each thrust, her body trembling with the effort of taking them both. He felt his own release building, the pressure in his balls reaching its peak.

With a final, powerful push, Shin came inside her, filling her with his seed. [Y/n] could feel the heat and wetness of his release, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. Her body quivered around him as he held her tightly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he rode out his climax.

As Shin's hips stilled, Carla pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva and precum. The white-haired prince watched his sister's face, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and a hint of fear. He knew she was overwhelmed, but the love and trust in her gaze was all the reassurance he needed.

"Alright, [Y/n], it's time for the next part," Carla said gently, his voice thick with lust. He laid back on the bed, his cock standing at full attention. "Straddle me, my love."

[Y/n]'s legs trembled slightly as she complied, her body still sensitive from the first round of passionate lovemaking. She positioned herself over Carla, feeling his warmth and the softness of the bed beneath her. He guided her down, her dripping wet folds sliding along his shaft until she was sitting on top of him. The feeling of his hardness against her was both thrilling and a little intimidating, but she knew she had to trust her brothers.

"Lean against me," he whispered, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as he supported her weight.

She complied, her breaths coming out in shaky pants as she felt the head of his cock nudge against her still-sensitive cunt. With a gentle push, she lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch. The stretch was delicious, a feeling she was growing more accustomed to. Carla's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of love and desire.

"Good girl," the man purred, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he felt her walls tighten around his shaft. The kiss grew more intense as he guided her hips to a steady rhythm, his hands roaming her body with a possessive hunger. "This time, you have to take both of us, alright? Let your Shin-oniichan in."

She tilted her head in confusion, [e/c] orbs blinking up at him. "Huh? But, how?"

"Like this, sweetheart."

Shin stepped up behind her, his cock slick with the excess of his brother's seed. He kissed the back of her neck, his hands caressing her waist before sliding down to her plump cheeks. With gentle but firm pressure, he parted them, revealing her tight, untouched hole. The sight made his cock throb with anticipation.

[Y/n] felt a cool sensation as something wet and slippery was applied to her anus. She tensed up instinctively, but the warmth of Carla's arms around her and the gentle coaxing of his words kept her relaxed.

"It's okay, [Y/n]. Just trust us. We're going to make this feel good for you."

Shin's voice was soothing, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered sweet nothings, his hand stroking her back. The coldness was replaced by a gentle pressure, the tip of his cock nudging against her tight ring. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, but she trusted her brothers implicitly.

As Carla continued to move within her, his strokes shallow and gentle, she could feel herself opening up for the new sensation. Each thrust from her older brother's cock inside her pussy seemed to loosen her up, making it easier for Shin to press against her ass. She gasped when she felt his finger breach her, the digit sliding in with surprising ease.

Shin's movements were slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he worked her tight hole. He added another finger, stretching her gently, watching the play of emotions across her face. She was scared, yes, but she was also aroused. Her hips rocked slightly with the rhythm they had set, her body eager for more.

The strawberry-blonde's breath was hot on her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as he whispered sweet, filthy promises. "You're going to feel so good, [Y/n]. So full and stretched. We're going to make you ours, completely and utterly."

Her breath hitched as she felt his fingers withdraw, only to be replaced by the blunt head of his cock. It was slick with lube, the same scent that had filled the room when Carla had claimed her earlier. The pressure was different this time, though. It was a gentle nudge, a question rather than a demand. She could feel her body tighten around Carla's shaft as she braced herself, her muscles clenching in anticipation.

"Relax, sweetheart. Don't worry — Oniichan got you," Shin murmured, his voice a gentle caress against her skin. He began to push into her, the pressure intense and foreign. She whimpered, but Carla's arms tightened around her, his hips moving in a soothing rhythm that helped ease the discomfort.

"You're doing so well, [Y/n]. Just keep breathing," Carla murmured, kissing her neck as he felt the tightness of her body give way to Shin's cock.

Shin pushed in slowly, watching her face for any sign of distress. When he was finally seated to the hilt, he paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling of having both her brothers inside her. She felt so full, so claimed, that she could hardly believe this was happening. The pain was there, but it was a distant echo of what it had been earlier. The pleasure they brought her was so much stronger.

With Carla's cock filling her pussy and Shin's cock in her ass, the two brothers began to move in tandem. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a fullness that seemed to reach into her very soul. Her moans grew louder as they found a rhythm, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

The brothers took their time, savoring every moment of her tightness and the way she clung to them. Carla's hands roamed her body, playing with her breasts and stomach as he watched her ride the wave of pleasure. Shin's hand found her clit, his thumb circling it gently as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

"You're so beautiful, [Y/n]. So perfect," the eldest prince whispered, his voice filled with awe.

The warmth in Carla's eyes was all the encouragement she needed. She leaned into his embrace, her body moving with their shared rhythm. The pain had become a distant memory, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging and desire. Her hips rocked back and forth, taking both of their cocks eagerly, the friction igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her.

Shin leaned down and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered. "You're doing so good, [Y/n]. We're going to fill you up all night, make sure you're pregnant with our babies."

The thought of carrying their children sent a new wave of pleasure through her. She nodded, eager to please them, to fulfill her role in their unorthodox yet loving family. They switched positions, Carla pulling out and moving behind her while Shin remained lodged in her ass. The feeling of his cock moving within her was strange, but she found comfort in the familiarity of the sensation as Carla's cock pressed against her pussy once more.

The brothers took turns, filling her to the brim and then pulling out, only to switch holes and start anew. Each thrust was a declaration of their love, a promise of a future filled with little ones that bore their bloodline. [Y/n] could feel her body adapting, her muscles stretching and clenching around them as they moved in and out of her. Her moans grew more desperate, her hips rising to meet them, urging them to go deeper, to claim her completely.

Carla watched with rapt attention as Shin's cock disappeared inside their sister, only to be replaced by his own moments later. They moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine, their hips syncing up in a rhythm that had [Y/n]'s body singing with pleasure. Each time they switched, she could feel their seed mixing within her, a heady sensation that made her even more desperate for release.

The night stretched on, a blur of passion and pleasure as the brothers took her in every way imaginable. They whispered sweet nothings, praising her for her bravery and beauty, telling her how much they loved her and how perfect she was for them. The pain had long ago been replaced by a deep, gnawing ache that was only satiated by their cocks filling her to the brink.

As the first light of dawn began to seep through the windows, their movements grew more urgent. Carla's golden eyes gleamed with determination, his strokes deep and powerful as he claimed her one final time. He knew she was close, could feel her muscles clenching around him as she neared climax. With one final, deep thrust, he reached his own peak, filling her up with his seed.

Shin groaned as he felt his brother's release, his own cock swelling inside her tight ass. He couldn't hold back any longer and followed suit, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her. The feeling of their shared pleasure washed over them, a bond that went beyond mere sibling love.

As they both pulled out, their seed mingling between her legs, they collapsed on the bed, their bodies spent and sated. [Y/n] lay in the middle, her body boneless and exhausted, the evidence of their love making a sticky mess on her thighs and the sheets. Her breaths were deep and even, a testament to her complete surrender to the overwhelming pleasure they had shared.

Carla and Shin, equally drained, curled around her protectively, their warm, muscular bodies spooning her from both sides. They whispered sweet nothings into her ears, their voices filled with love and satisfaction.

"I love you, [Y/n]. Thank you for giving us this chance," Carla murmured, his golden eyes shining with affection as he brushed a strand of hair from her flushed cheek.

"We're going to make so many beautiful babies together," Shin added, his voice filled with excitement. His hand traced lazy circles over her stomach, which was already sticky with their combined essence.

[Y/n] couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of their love enveloping her. Despite the exhaustion that weighed down her limbs, she felt a sense of contentment that she had never known before. The idea of carrying their children was no longer a distant concept but a tangible reality.

📜— Return to the Shadowed Archive

#🖤faustiantales #tw incest #tw.incest #tw:incest #🕯️eerieepics #fem reader #x reader #reader insert #afab reader #diabolik boys #diabolik brothers #dialovers #shin tsukinami #carla tsukinami #🌌whispersfromthevoid

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aprofessionalwithoutstandards · 6 months ago

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Miss Pauling for the ask game 👀?

favorite thing about them She's just adorable I think her design is really really cute. I love "little lady who kills people" as a trope and the kind of "geekiness" she brings to it is so fun

least favorite thing about them I don't like how she isn't allowed to be friends with any other women :( it's just misogynistic character writing, I think she should have some kind of positive relationship with another woman at some point, even if it's just a friendship and not a romantic thing

favorite line The one where she's like Saddle! Engie, saddle 'em! Saddle 'em up!

brOTP I really really really think she and Sniper hanging out is so funny. Her hanging out with any of the mercs is funny but I think she'd jibe especially well with Sniper, who also likes guns and is weird socially and in my heart of hearts is also kind of a nerd (in a very 1960s prog rock and acid sort of way)

OTP She should fuck that old Administrator

nOTP Scoutpauling but yall knew that already

random headcanon This is a weird choice for this one but to me she's in her mid-thirties. She's definitely older than Scout to me, older than Sniper, maybe about Demo's age

unpopular opinion Idk I have a lot of them I feel like? I don't like her and Scout but I also don't like her and Zhanna. I think she would be Attracted to Zhanna but not pursue her romantically, and Zhanna would sacrifice her in a heartbeat before the group even really needs to resort to cannibalism so it just wouldn't work out

song i associate with them Hmm...... she kind of has I Monster - Back Seat of My Car (Sticky Black Vinyl Mix) energy. Don't question my vision

favorite picture of them

I love her in this whole comic in general but especially as she's hiding bodies. She's just so cute

[ID: Two panels from the Meet the Director comic of Pauling on the phone with Admin, one where she is hefting up a bag of Mann Co. "corpse-grade quicklime" and the other where she is loading bullets into a revolver. End ID]

#ask #echoing-interests #tf2 #team fortress 2 #miss pauling #miss pauling tf2 #tf2 miss pauling

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raffe156 · 2 years ago

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Late night shower

Pairing - Price X Tank X Ghost

Part of the Late night AU series

Late night admin

Late night sparring

Summary - A Late Night shower because they are trying to save on water 👀

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism, Language, Age gap Price (39) Tank (25) Ghost (36) SoftDom!Price, public sex, praise kink, fingering, P in V, unsafe sex, breath play, chocking, male masturbation, Ghost being a little simp for Tank and Price

AN- I'm so sorry this took so long it’s short and smutty but hope you like it! As always please feedback / comments / Memes welcome 💖✨

@deadbranch @mildlyhopeless @fanficandartgal @shuttlelauncher81 @a-littlebirdie @soapyghost @boomtowngirl @mostannoyingbillioner @brewed-pangolin @chb-7 @sarcastic-raptor163 @tapioca-marzipan @dreadbangin

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters, Only Tank

“Get undressed…”

You did as you were told and stood in front of Ghost positioning yourself inbetween his thighs. As he helped you undress, you could tell his mind was wandering from the task at hand, the little kisses he was leaving on your body igniting it, didnt help you steer him back on track either. The soft nibble on your earlobe was enough to make you melt into the ground, it made you giddy and lightheaded.

“Pack it in Riley…” Price warned.

Ghost chuckled softly his hands holding you in place by your waist, his face buried in your neck, you had wrapped your arms round his, your hands under his mask, teasing the soft baby hairs at the nape of his neck. It sent shivers up his spine. He didnt want you showered and clean, he wanted you just like this. Skin salty and sweet with a tinge of him all over you and inside you.

“Kit off an in you get kid…come on” Price turned the shower on.

Ghost rubbed his face over yours, the bridge of his nose bumping yours, he wanted you to stay put, but he clocked the look on Prices face. He loosened his hold.

You pried yourself from his grip, letting his fingers pull at your underwear as you stepped back towards Price and the shower.

“Get in…your stuffs already in there” Price smiled as you slipped your underwear off, the water was the perfect temperature. You let it crash over you, over your tired muscles and aching joints, you were very aware of their eyes on you as you ran your hands up your body then down to your centre your fingers just grazing.

Was this what he wanted or did he actually want you to wash? But then suddenly your hand was joined by a much larger one. Oh? Price was behind you, his bare chest pressed to your back. You let out a little moan as he rubbed his rough palm over your clit, his fingers spreading you open, a gasp as his fingers slipped inside, your were a little sore from Ghost but it felt good. You pushed your hips back into him rocking them forward you wanted his fingers to hit you just right.

“Look at you still full of your Lieutenants cum and your squirming for me to go deeper…” Price whispered in your ear as he snaked his free hand up your body to your breast grabbing it with his hand his thumb rolling your nipple his words making them hard and your body flush.

He was right you could feel the slick stickiness of Ghost’s cum and your own juices leaking down your leg with every thrust of his fingers. You placed your hands over his, a pathetic attempt to gain control as you searched up for his face, his mouth on yours before you could even blink away the spray of water. His teeth caught your bottom lip as he pulled away to give you time to breathe. You could feel his cock hard against your back it was still in his boxers which were soaked. His fingers now curled up inside you were making your knees almost buckle.

You braced yourself against the tiles a moan caught in your throat as the steam curled up into your lungs.

Price pressed you up against the wall of the cubicle, his fingers still fucking you.

“Why don’t you tell Simon just how good my fingers are making you feel?” Price looked to his right, Ghost had stepped forward to stand just on the edge of the cubicle, his pants removed the spray of water just getting him. He watched as your eyes found his then rolled back into your head. Small stifled moans as you came, he watched the water wash away his cum from your shaking thighs.

“That’s it good girl…no let’s fill that tight hole with something abit bigger eh?” Price licked a stripe up your neck his beard rough as his lips stopped on your pulse point.

“Get in here Simon, you can be her support…” Price chuckled as he pulled you back into him so Ghost could wedge himself between you and the tiles. As your hot wet body pushed up against his he noticed your hands searching for a place to rest so he wrapped them around his neck your fingers lacing a crown, you heart fluttering in your chest vibrated off his rib cage, it was enough to make him hard again.

“You’re so beautiful…such a good girl for us…” Ghost littered your face with kisses as Price lined himself up with your entrance, pushing you slightly forward into Ghosts chest, the sting as he eased into you made you take a sharp intake of breath, immediately Price was in your ear.

“I know, I know…you’re so tight…you’re doing so well…” his words melted on your skin as he brought your hips back into him, his grip tight. It wasn’t long before you were slamming them back into him all by yourself eager to please, leaving Prices hands to explore. He knew when you got like this he could be abit rougher with you so he opted for a light grip around your throat his thumb stroking your pulse point.

“Adda girl…” Price praised as your thrusts got more erratic the more he squeezed. His heavy cock dragging at your walls with each thrust. He secretly liked the feral, needy mess you became when he was rough, you seeked out his approval, you wanted him to tell you you were a good girl even if you had an attitude, but he would always give into you, you had him in the palm of your hand as much as he had you under his thumb.

Ghost felt his hard cock strain, the head of it free from his boxers, it was pushed right up against your stomach, with each thrust he could feel it being stroked, trapped between the hardness of his stomach muscles and the softness of yours he wanted more, needed more he reached around grabbing your arse with both hands as he thrust you up against him more he wanted to cum again what he didn’t realise was this gave Price the perfect view of your tight arsehole and his cock slamming into you it sent him wild and his grip got tighter around your throat, but he couldn’t leave Ghost out, he needed reminding who was in charge.

At first Ghost didn’t register the hand around his neck he was too focused on the sounds you were making, it wasn’t until Price pressed up into his jaw did he clock. Price was definitely applying more pressure on him than he was you…Ghost gave his Captain a quick smirk before his eyes fell back down to you, you tits crushed against him, your body rubbing his cock he was getting close, just as he felt the familiar rush in his stomach your body started to shake.

“That’s it…fuck….cum for me…good girl…” Price growled his teeth clenched as he fell apart inside you, hot ropes coating your walls grunting as his hips slowed.

“Ohh fuck…I’m cumming….ahhhh fuc…uck…” your body gave out as Ghost came, his cum covering both your stomachs.

Price released his grip from your throats difference was he had actually been choking Ghost who took in a quick breath before releasing it. You leant back against Price your body limp as he wiped your wet hair from your forehead planting a kiss.

“Ahhhh..haha..fuck…Price” Ghost smirked, looking down to admire his cum on your stomach, his thumb smearing it.

“Good thing I’m into breath play…” He grinned at you winking as he pulled his damp mask off. Your fingers automatically tracing his features as if trying to commit them to memory.

“That’s better…now can we actually get a shower?” You gestured down to the cum on your stomach your mouth a straight line. They both laughed, Ghost reached for the body wash rubbing it in his hands before slowly washing your body. Price had reached for the shampoo foaming it up as his fingers rubbed it on your scalp.

“See now this is perfect…” you sunk further into Price, your hand wiping over Ghosts chest as he washed himself.

“I can’t believe we haven’t done it in the showers before…wanna give me a hand?” Ghost guided your hand down to his softening cock a cheeky look on his face you laughed.

“Us two have done it in the showers before haven’t we? After that mission in las Almas? I had to practically drag you in here an undress you?” Price looked down at you his eyebrow raised.

“No…you ended up putting me to bed because I refused to stand up haha said something about a hose” you turned to him scrubbing shampoo into his hair. He still didn’t look convinced.

**********

The next morning at breakfast

“Who’s been choking you out Tank?” Soaps words made you stop mid chew before you could speak Ghost and Price were sitting down at the table either side of you.

“Me…got abit too rough during sparring last night…sorry kid didn’t know it had left a bruise” Price patted your shoulder as he sat down taking the half eaten toast off your plate.

“No worries Cap..” you eyed him.

Soap looked over at you his eyebrows raised.

“Jesus…that’s why I only fight the rookies…must be mad Tank taking on the Captain and Ghost surprise you can still walk! Haha” Soap took two big mouthfuls of his porridge just as he was about to make another joke Kyle walked over a smirk on his face.

“Well however was in the locker room late last night had a fun time…”

You felt both Price and Ghost’s muscles twitch at his words.

“Wha you on about?” Soaps mouth was full.

“Well after early drill this morning, I heard a bit of a commotion so went in an there on the floor in one of the cubicles was a pair of knickers and a pair of men’s xl boxers! Must of forgot them…haha did you see anyone go in after you 3 last night Boss?” Kyle sat across from Price.

“Can’t remember lad was pretty late…”

You just hoped Ghost didn’t put his name in his boxers, like Price did…

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badger-bah · 3 months ago

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Data Star Trek Fictive Pack

KEEP IN MIND HEADMATES MAY NOT FORM EXACTLY AS DETAILED IN THE HEADMATE PACKS, AND THAT IS OKAY!

Moodboard:

Name: Data, Darren, Damon, Pulse, Vox, Virgil, Code, Cody, Lief, Sorrel

Age: 30-40

Birthday: February 2nd

Pronouns: he/him, it/its, they/them, artifact/artifacts, flick/flicker, muse/muses, theo/theory, in/input, out/output, by/byte, leaf/leafs, drift/drifts, moss/moss's, one/one's, ai/ais, e/exe, bot/bots

Gender: man to the left, aniem, gendergilen, quantumgender, nonhumanic, digiguy, bioamorobotic, probotemia, codedboy, cozbrownian, gendapper

Orientation: asexual, orchidsexual, greyromantic, duraromantic, omniromantic (male lean), nh4h, technrose

Other Labels: timevesi, machinevesil

Species: Soong-type android

Roles: admin, rationalizer, technician

Emoji Proxy/Sign-off: 🍂🎩 (fallen leaf, top hat)

Source (if applicable): Data - Star Trek

Personality: serious, silly, blunt, careful, unemotional, insightful

Style: dandy, cabincore

Likes: nature, being cozy (whatever that means to a robot anyways), formal attire, numbers, the sky, humans, art (though he doesn't "understand" it), any media with robots in it in any way

Favorites: autumn (season), 3622 (number), shiba inu (animal), Chicago (musical), mauve (color), water cooler glugging (sound)

Music Taste: musical soundtracks, 60's rock, flapper music, those parody versions of modern day songs but in an older sound

Dislikes: disrespect, extreme temperatures, baggy clothes, being ignored, reptiles

Typing Quirk: uses big words whenever applicable. speaks using proper grammar, capitalization, and punctuation all the time. doesn't use contractions. has codeblock with some amount of "..." before and after message, may also include things like "calibrating" in the codeblock.

Other Info/Quirks: he acts really serious, but he winds up accidentally being silly. it usually doesn't realize when people are being mean to it, but if other people tell him someone was mean, he'll hold a grudge against them.

Faceclaim: img 1, img 2 (show), img 3

#alter pack #anti radqueer #anti rq #anti transid #bah #build a headmate #endo safe #endogenic #headmate pack #plural #pro endo #willogenic #system

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frxntlines · 2 years ago

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*tag dump!

#『 friction┊aesthetics 』#『 without me┊visuals 』#『 i love it loud┊music 』#『 believer┊edits 』#『you shook me all night long┊interactions 』#『 ragdoll┊w.opp 』#『 another one bites the dust┊w.ship 』#『 all along the watchtower┊rp meme 』#『 how you like me know?┊prompts 』#『 thunderstruck┊opens 』#『 you could be mine┊answer 』#『 rock of ages┊admin 』#『 dream on┊trigger warning&nsfw 』#『 natural┊musing 』#『 alive & amplified┊ship 』#『 cells┊text thread 』#『 kickstart my heart┊resources 』#『 aint no rest for the wicked┊reblogs 』#『 sweet emotion┊promo 』#『 never let me down again┊𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: main 』#『 fast lane┊𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: young 』#『 bones┊𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: hero 』#『 custer┊ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: supernatural 』#『 du hast┊ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: horror 』#『 the chain┊ooc 』#『 enter sandman┊queued 』#『 future starts slow┊ask 』

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cmrosens · 2 years ago

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Worldbuilding Thoughts 3

Ok so one thing I don't see very much in medieval fantasy settings with a royalty system is the issue of the monarch travelling with a retinue. If you're writing one like GoT and you're into the whole idea of the monarch needing to travel (trust me, if it's medieval, they really do need to do a circuit of their kingdom, even if administration and judicial system has been centralised. If you don't, you can't monitor the nobles on the periphery, and you ... really need to do that).

If this is something you've considered, ignore, if not, I was just thinking about the medieval England situation for the earlier kings (William I to John).

Do you know how many the king travels with?? How many guards how many horsemen, lads to take care of the horses, courtesans, scribes, courtiers who need to stay close, accountants, etc? Now have a look at the size of the castles. They're not that big. You have to scale the castle to the landscape (and really seriously consider how long it takes to build a big one). You've got space for a prestigious guest, and then like. 20 extras. At an absolute push, in some cases. Ok, bigger ones, yeah ram 100 in.

The king's got 200 men. He doesn't scale down to stay at a castle or fortified manor that fits 50max and already has 30 occupants. He just rocks up. People do not want him to, but he does anyway.

What used to happen in Medieval England was - there wasn't ever enough space. Literally none. There was also no system, it was King gets the best guest room, everyone who needs to be immediately close to him crashes on the floor, and if you're not fast enough and a bit further down the pecking order, you're marching into someone's house and saying "I'm staying here tonight" and sleeping downstairs with the goats. There are sources of courtiers bitterly complaining they had to sleep in barns and some "camping" (sleeping rough in the rain) in the forest because there was NO SPACE FOR THEM in the castle/fortified manor or in the surrounding villages because they came late due to their admin duties holding them up. And they don't have a tent. They have to literally sleep outside with their cloaks over them. Did they die of exposure? I mean, sometimes. Did they catch chills and die of those? Sure, yeah. Did it really piss them off? Every time.

(Peasant perspective: So many young* angry men with swords with untreated PTSD from all the war/general life trauma, chips on their shoulders and complexes about being younger sons (the spare not the heir) and desperate to prove themselves in a chivalric context of fighting/shagging prowess but they've been give a lot of admin duties to do, drinking a lot of alcohol every single day. Since being on the road they have had to cut down on the alcohol which hasn't improved their mood. And they're all coming to your village. And you can't feed or house them all.)

Then the king decides to leave.

It takes a good few hours to let everyone know because **nobody knows where anyone is**. You have to prep the supply wagons and the horses. And the king stands up after breakfast and says "I want to leave NOW"

Then he changes his mind.

Now you're leaving tomorrow afternoon.

If you're trying to picture this, with a lot of highly strung horses in an enclosed space being yelled at and dragged into position to cut down time, and people running to comb the villages and the woods for stragglers and leave messages for others coming through later, it's chaos. Absolute chaos.

Now imagine being put in charge of it.

So many plot points to play with there.

*For reference, because I've been watching Robin Hood adaptations lately, Richard 1 "the Lionheart" is depicted as an older man in all the films but he was only 42 when he died (b. 1157, d. 1199). The Third Crusade was 1189, when he was 32. He's played by Sean bloody Connery in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, when he actually was around the same age Richard Armitage was when he played Guy of Gisborne in the BBC Robin Hood series. (For context). Prince John was 33 in 1199 when he became king and only 23 when Richard went off to war. We're often largely talking about an intensely homosocial group of men in their 20s and 30s. ladsladslads

In the 14thC, one of the Earls of the March led his first campaign in the Hundred Years' War at the age of 17. ladsladsladsla-

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tanzdoesthings · 11 months ago

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this is for an au in collaboration with with @mothsakura and also i believe @ardienothesieno has some input as well? either way they’re both great and fun to talk ideas with. baseline info you need is that iterators walk in their cities, with massive facilities underneath the ground level. also some details on fathoms’ ID is not actually settled now, but the writing is what matters anyways lmao.

The heavy door closes behind Fathoms, quietly as to not draw attention to the fact that the person being celebrated at the gala was suddenly absent from the event. She takes a breath of the fresh air, cooling her systems and letting it out as a sigh, shoulders lowering as she let the uptight posture fade away. The nice thing about having such a large event is that she wasn't expected to be working much at all over the next two cycles. Less pleasant is the constant talking, touching, and interacting she must do with her citizens and other councils. They all want to know why she's so special, how she can do everything, what does it feel like to be so perfect? Those questions, she lets her council answer. Fathoms can't give the answer they want, and all this sensory input is making her overwhelmed. So much data, and she's too far from her neurons to process properly. Therefore, she quietly let herself out.

She was not expecting another iterator to be there, One that she does not recognize. They are sitting near a patch of greenery, picking at the rocks lining the plants. It is clear this iterator did not hear Fathoms walk out, so she tries to catch their attention. "Hello?" Fathoms asks, standing a few paces away.

"Oh- hello?" the stranger answers, turning to look at her. They have a handful of pebbles, clearly picking through the pile to find... something. "You're an iterator! I heard there was supposed to be a lot of them around tonight!" They stand, bringing the assortment of stones to Fathoms. Now that they're standing, she has a much better view of them. They stand just a bit shorter than her, antennas a similar length, though tilted back and decorated with an assortment of little stones and sparkly things. They wore a caplet over a robe, rather standard and simple for iterators. Certainly not an outfit for a gala, and they looked like a river stone compared to her bright pinkish-red hues and sparkling white pearls.

"Look-" they continued talking, "The pebbles here are very nice! See the stripes?"

She had noticed, in the times she had taken breaks out here. She always notices. "Yes, they are quite nice." Fathoms says, looking over the ones they had picked out.

They grab one particularly round one, holding it up. It seems that this is when they truly notice what she looks like. "Woah!" they gasp, dropping the stone. "You are really dressed up! Is it for that meeting-thing? My current admin was all shiny today too."

"Yes, there is a gala tonight. It's very noisy in there, I must admit. Why aren't you attending?" she says gently, hands folded in front of her.

They wave their hand, shaking their head at the same time. "I'm not exactly supposed to be out of the train. It's okay!"

Fathoms was taken aback by this information, but kept moving along. "What's your name? I'm Fathoms of Dreams, she/her. 489."

"Woah-! We're really close in number! I'm 492!" They exclaim, bouncing a little. "They/them, no name yet!"

She tilts her head. "No name? We're so close in age, how do you not have a name yet?"

The nameless iterator shrugs, keeping their demeanor the same. "I keep going from council to council. Nobody has taken care of me long enough to get a name, you know?”

It's a tragedy to Fathoms, but she doesn't voice this concern. Instead, she offers a hand to them, and leads them to a bench. The two sit, overlooking Fathoms' city. The council house is atop a hill, whereas the rest of the city slopes down what was once a lake, now reduced by a large amount to the center of rows and rows of buildings. The lights on each block sparkle in the night, and by the sounds of it, the whole city is using the gala as an excuse to party. The nameless one gasps in awe, sitting and swinging their legs next to Fathoms.

They deserve something nice, Fathoms thinks. She pulls off one of the bracelets given to her for the gala, a simpler one, made with a string running through a pale pink pearl. When she brushes her hands against the pearl, she gets a brief glimpse of the data written to it, around the holes drilled for the string. It's a prayer of well being, rather standard. She taps her new friend's hand, and they perk up, looking at her. Delicately, she takes their hand, slipping the bracelet on. The nameless one beams, as if Fathoms had just moved the whole world for them. Her eyes crinkle in a smile, watching them admire the bracelet.

"Are you serious? You're just giving this to me?" they whisper-shout, one hand on the pearl.

Fathoms nods, and they practically leap to hug her. She breathes in sharply, and this reaction immediately makes them loosen their grip, looking at her. "It's okay- I'm fine, just wasn't expecting... that," she reassures them.

They shift to instead lean against her, watching the city and running their fingers on the pearl. "I'll get you the best gift ever. I'm the greatest at that!"

"I'm sure. You had a good eye for those stones, you know?"

They nod, excitedly, with so much more energy than Fathoms has ever had. A moment of watching the city, and then they speak again. "Why are you at that big meeting anyways?"

That snaps Fathoms back into the reality of her situation. "It's a celebration. The city we are in is celebrating their iterator and the technological progress," she states.

"Wow. Did you meet them? A party so big must be for someone really interesting!"

Her hands grab the fabric of her dress, silky between her bio-mechanical fingers. "It's... for me." The other iterator stares at her with wide eyes, but she continues. "I'm very experimental. I can process very fast, but there are issues. There's a team of mechanics on hand 24/7 in my memory arrays and main bus, making sure my structure doesn't collapse. The whole city is on top of it. The day it does give up... won't be pretty."

"How can there be a party when there's so many problems to fix?" they ask, watching Fathoms.

"Politics, I suppose. I look finished, therefore I am." A pale pink, nearly white overseer darts up to the two, and at the sight of it Fathoms sits up straight, gripping her dress more tightly. They notice, glancing down to look at it. Her breathing sharpens, and she stands up quickly. They shuffle, following her movements.

"You need to leave, go back to your train. Now," she whispers, pushing the nameless one back towards the way they came from. "Follow this overseer."

Thank the void, the unnamed iterator follows her instructions, disappearing around a corner. She only has a moment to smooth her dress before another iterator walks up behind her.

"Fathoms." She knows that voice. She could never mistake that voice for another. "Leaving your own party now?" She turns, and is greeted by her sibling, Ink Run Dry, leaned against the wall. They tilt their head, not amused with the task at hand. "Get back inside. There's some kind of speech soon. I want a good vantage point, but of course, when you disappear, I'm the person they call. You're always back here. I don't know why it's my problem."

"Yes, of course." Fathoms answers curtly, leading the two back inside, away from the fresh air, from the nameless one, from the momentary peace.

#tanz talks #tanz art #rain world #rain world au #rw iterator oc #oc // fod #other oc // mltt #rw city au

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animaniacs-groove · 8 months ago

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Introduction

((Helloooo Tumblr! This is @yakkolicious, but from this point forward, I'll refer to myself as the admin. Everything I say will be in white text with double parentheses. This is the ask blog for the Animaniacs Groove AU, my older Animaniacs AU. Here, you can ask questions to older versions of Yakko, Wakko, and Dot.))

About the AU

((This AU takes place in 2024, or whatever year it is in the present. However, the Warners will not age in real time. The Warners are two years older than they are in canon, so Yakko is 16, Wakko is 13, and Dot is 11, though I do have some fanfictions where they're only a year older. Yakko started a rock band with two of my OCs, Cleff and Winona. Yakko and Wakko also both have partners who are OCs. Here are some pictures to give you a bit more info on these versions of the Warners.))

((I'll also add my OCs to this later, since they're pretty essential to this AU.))

Canon

((What's canon and what is not canon to this AU? The events of the 1993 series all happened and were televised, but it wasn't a scripted show. The Warners genuinely got into those situations and they just got on TV somehow. These Warners hold no ill will towards anyone who works for Warner Bros. aside from Thaddeus Plotz, and the reasons they hate Plotz are unrelated to the show itself. Wakko's Wish did not happen and neither did the 2020 reboot. Norita does not exist, and Plotz is still the CEO of Warner Bros. with no plans of retirement. Hello Nurse, however, has taken a job with another company (not Doctors Without Borders) and the Warners haven't seen her in a while. Chicken Boo also did not try to kill everyone and is actually a friend of the Warners (though you won't see him around much). If a question based on reboot knowledge is asked to these Warners, they'll probably be confused, if I respond to the question at all.))

((This blog is not the only place you can find the Groove AU. There are also fanfictions on AO3 where you can read more about the things that go on in the Warners' lives. The series can be found here. If requested, I will also post the existing shorter fics to @yakkolicious-writing if you would prefer to read those on Tumblr. I can post the longer multichapters too, but the only real benefit of that is that I can give some more specific info.))

((In addition, you may have seen a character by the name of Hailyn Warner on this blog. She is not my OC, but rather she's the original character of my close friend @silly-lil-lee. Hailyn and her twin brother Rylan do have Groove AU forms where they are 10 years old, and they sometimes do appear on this blog. They are canon to the blog, but they will not appear in any fanfictions since they aren't my characters. They have a blog of their own, so if they catch your eye and you have a question for them, you can ask them here.))

Rules

Keep things SFW. The Warners are all still minors.

Please be nice. Don't send an ask to complain about my headcanons and do NOT harass askers, including anons.

No magic anons. All magic anon asks will be deleted.

((With that, feel free to send Yakko, Wakko, and Dot some questions!))

#animaniacs #animaniacs au #groove au #ask blog #asks open #ask us stuff #ask us things #send asks #ooc #fanart #animaniacs fanart #yakko wakko and dot #yakko warner #yakko #wakko warner #wakko #dot warner #dot #my art

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Request for Admin Frost! Could I request headcanons for Soap, Konig, and Ghost realising his feelings for gender neutral reader?

Hi I’m so sorry this took so long! I had to do some research on their backgrounds to make sure everything I wrote was accurate. I deffo went overboard but I hope you enjoy! I 100% enjoyed writing my first MW request ☺️☺️

TW: Blood, slight gore

Soap

• You and Johnny were childhood best friends and neighbors growing up. You would beat up anyone who made fun of him for any reason and he would do the same for you. When you were teenagers you would still do the same

• At the age of 16 you would join him and his cousin on trips to the base to see what it was like. You both absolutely loved what you saw and made plans to join as soon as you can

• You would tell Johnny to wait to join the SAS until he was 18 so you could join together but he decided to try to enroll anyway. He would lie about his age and would be caught and rejected every single time. You would laugh at him every time he came home and say I told you so

• You turned 18 before he did but decided to wait for him before you joined. Shortly after, you were both able to officially join the selection for the 22 Regiment. Both of you excelled in every single test and worked extremely well and smoothly together as a team

• Captain Price was evaluator for both of you and recognized your natural skills and dedication to get the job done as quickly as possible with little to no casualties on your team. While you trained as a pilot and intelligence expert, Johnny trained as a sniper and demolitions expert

• You had an IQ of 146 which made your planning for missions extremely successful as you were able to plan for every possible situation and a resolution for any potential problem you can across

• Price recruited you both for his Bravo Team to secure cargo for possible WMD’s. It’s where he gets the call name Soap which you laughed at when he told you. He’s proud of it tho and whenever anyone asks what the hell kind of name is Soap you laugh to yourself and try to conceal it when he shoots you a playful glare

• It wasn’t until Johnny nearly fell to his death until Price caught him, did you realize that you loved him much more than just a childhood friend

• You cried that night. Reality hitting you that you could lose him at any moment with this type of profession. Either one of you could lose your life just like that

• You debate telling him over the next week few years. When you try to tell him, someone or something always stops you. And there are times where you aren’t on the same mission together and don’t see each other for several months on end

• You felt yourself fall deeper for him when one night a Military Police officer kept hitting on you and touching you without consent outside of the bar you and Johnny were enjoying yourselves in. When Johnny comes back after using the bathroom and witnesses your altercation with the man, he comes up and punches him in the face. Knocking him out and he locks the officer in his own vehicle. You tell him that you love him that night and kiss him. But the next morning he wakes up with a hangover and says he doesn’t remember anything bc he was too drunk. You feel dejected

• A couple years later you join Price’s TF141 in the fight against Hassan

• Due to your excellence in planning and executing perfect directions, you’re able to find out the possible location of the compound Hassan is taking refuge in

• The team and Shadow Compamy takes Hassan to another town where you’re told not to kill him and are ambushed by the Mexican Army and cartel yet again. To the horror of everyone, especially Johnny, you did not make it to the extraction

• Johnny couldn’t sleep until they find you. He was searching everywhere and interrogating all cartel members in the hopes of learning of where you were taken. He wants to kill anyone who would think of taking you from him. His rock. His best friend. The person who he loved but was too scared to tell

• The team and Shadow Company get intel that you were taken by a cartel boss named El Sin Nombre and they want all the intel you have

• Johnny volunteers to infiltrate the compound as a hostage. When he’s being interrogated it’s Alejandro who discovers your location and the bad shape you’re in. You’re tied to a chair and they broke your leg so that you couldn’t escape if you were able to untie yourself

• He tells you that the group is here to capture El Sin Nombre and to rescue you. That it was Soap who helped discover the location

• You ask where he is and Alejandro tells you the details of the mission and you’re horrified. They could kill him. They killed another man right in front of you, his blood and brain matter sprayed on your face

• Alejandro tells you that he needs to go back downstairs but they’ll be coming back for you soon. When you hear that, you’re both worried and excited to see Johnny again. It’s been a hellish week. You just want to be in his arms

• Johnny is told to go wait upstairs and he meets up with Alejandro. He tells Johnny that he was able to find you and tells him the situation you’re in. Johnny feels enraged. He wants to kill every single person in this compound. But your safety comes first. Alejandro tells him what room you’re in and they split up

• When you see each other again you both bust into tears. You’re so relieved to see that the other is alive and Johnny quickly cuts the rope tying you down and carefully pulls you into a hug. You both finally felt like your heart was back together in once piece

• While the group and Shadow Company capture El Sin Nombre and kill the other cartel members, Johnny carefully carries you to the medevac so that the medics can take care of your wounds

• He never stops holding your hand. Not when they had to rebreak your leg since it started healing wrong, not when he learns the cartel boss is someone Alejandro used to be acquainted with, and not when you passed out due to exhaustion as you flew back to base

• He was there the whole time you were in the hospital. Knee bouncing and hands shaking while he waited for you to wake up

• After 3 days you finally slowly come to, you notice the smell of sterile chemicals and a bright white light. When you open your eyes the room is blurry but to your left you see Johnny leaning over the hospital bed asleep while gripping your hand

• Your slight movement instantly woke Johnny up and he immediately rushes to sit up and starts tearing up. He tells you that he couldn’t sleep knowing you weren’t beside him. And the exhaustion finally got to him the moment you were back in his arms. You ask him how he found you. And he said he tried to think like you when thinking like him wasn’t working, which made you both chuckle and smile

• You both start to say something at the same time but Johnny tells you to go first. You tell him about the night at the bar a few years ago. How you told him that you loved him and how you kissed but he said he didn’t remember. Johnny is shocked. He wishes he did. Then you would’ve gotten together a long time ago. He asks if you still do, bc he loves you so much he doesn’t know what to do with himself

• Of course you still do. And you share a long awaited passionate kiss

König

• König met you when you were both new recruits in the military at the age of 17

• During your recruit days you tried to have conversations with him. You were so curious about the giant man beneath the mask. The conversations you did have were always work related and when you asked him personal questions it always turned awkward

• You both signed up to be recon snipers but König was rejected due to his size and inability to stay still. You on the other hand, were ranked in the top 5

• König comes over to congratulate you but you can tell there’s a hint of sadness in his tone. So you tell him that no matter what he ends up doing, he’ll be phenomenal at it. And that you wish he was able to do what he wants

• He thanks you and you don’t see him again until you’re both recruited to join KorTac a few years later

• You’re surprised when you see him. His mask has changed and you could only tell it was him by his voice. You didn’t know it was possible for him to become bulkier but the man was the size of a mountain

• You’ve changed as well. You were able to hone in on your sniping skills and became one of the best snipers in the world with 247 kills under your belt in a short amount of time

• He walked up to you and said he remembered you from being recruits and asked you how you’ve been. You felt your heart skip a beat. You didn’t think he’d outright start a conversation with you

• You told him that you were doing well and asked him how he was, not expecting him to tell you anything just like how he was before

• But he tells you that he’s been doing well as well. That he took down Al-Qatala in Berlin which was involved in human-trafficking and managed to take down all 12 fighters single handedly and freeing the hostages. They were scared of his mask tho so his team had to take over

• You were throughly impressed. You told him how you were able to keep your whole team alive by sniping every enemy you saw with 100% accuracy

• Later on you both are constantly put together on a team to do extremely dangerous and difficult missions. Patching each other up when you get injured and having a lot of deep conversations when huddled up together in the safe house on cold nights

• You ask him why he never really talked to you before when you were recruits and he tells you he had severe social anxiety and it was hard for him. It took years of practice and therapy to start to be comfortable with it. Tho he never easily opened up to anyone like he has with you

• Over a few months you realize that you’re in love with him. You love who he is as a person. It gives you a warm feeling but you’re also scared. You don’t want to tell him your feelings in case he rejects you. You’re content with what you have

• It’s König who confesses first

• You’re on a mission in Russia during Christmas time and you’re trying your best to keep warm in the safe house during the harsh winter storm

• You’re sharing a blanket by the fireplace and keeping close contact so that the body heat keeps your fingers and toes from falling off

• König can’t hold it in anymore. He sits you both up and tells you that he needs to get something off his chest even tho this probably isn’t the best timing

• You tell him it’s okay and you feel your heart racing. Did he find out that you’re in love with him? Is he going to reject you and say he never wants to see you again?

• He quieted down your worries when he took both of your hands in his and looks you in the eyes. He looks extremely nervous

• He says that he’s been in love with you for years. Since you were recruits. That he’s so grateful for these missions to get the chance to get to know you and fall even deeper in love

• You feel the blush spread across your cheeks as he tells you this and your hands begin to slightly tremble. You tell him that you love him too

• He feels giddy and decides he wants to show you his face. And when he takes it off you didn’t think it was possible to fall in love even more but as you gaze into his pale, blue sea eyes and see his perfectly shaped nose, you ask him if it’s okay if you can kiss him

• He says yes and you lean in to gently press your lips to his. It’s the sweetest kiss you’ve ever had in your life and as you pull away and smile at each other, you both know that you want to spend the rest of your time together

Ghost

• You are a new addition to TF141 with high speciality in weapons and combat. Laswell told Price that she wanted you to join the team in the mission to capture Major Hassan Zyani

• The team was informed about a new member that would be coming within a week after Hassan escaped from their first capture due to the Mexican Army and cartel

• Ghost didn’t really have much of an impression or opinion about you at first. He honestly didn’t think they needed another member on the team but they can’t go against a direct order

• You kind of reminded him of Johnny in a way, with the way you always have a more positive look on things and try to crack jokes with him

• You and Johnny will even team up to poke a little fun. You’ll try to have Gaz join you, but he’s too terrified of the harsh glares and curses the Lieutenant sends your way to even think about doing something like that

• Despite your smaller stature, you’re one of the only few people who are able to go toe to toe against Ghost in combat without getting your ass beat in 5 seconds

• One time even managing to best him with the result of you straddling his lap with a knife to his throat

• It’s after that when you’ve slowly but surely managed to worm your way into his heart. He starts to pay a little more attention to you and your whereabouts

• He sees you as a close friend. Even goes to far as to tell you his real name and bits and pieces of his traumatic past

• His heart skips a beat when you hug him for the first time. He thinks nothing of it and passes it off as just being surprised with physical contact

• It’s not until you’re shot by Graves during the betrayal in Las Almas does he come to realize how much he cares for you

• Alejandro is knocked out and he sees both you and Johnny are on the ground covered in blood and he felt his heart stop

• When he yells at you and Johnny to escape and sees you both sliding down that hill, shooting at the enemy, he never felt more scared in his life

• Were you okay? Where did you get shot? Johnny was shot too, are you going to be able to protect each other?

• When he hears the radio crackle and your voice coming though, he felt like he wanted to fall to the ground in relief. But he had no time for that. He needed to help get you and Johnny out of there

• When you meet back up at the church he runs straight to you to check out the damage from the bullet wound and to make sure that you’re okay

• It’s when sees his hands covered in your blood and he realizes that he doesn’t just care for you, he loves you. He loves you so much that he doesn’t know what to do anymore. But he does know one thing, he needs to tell you. Today was too close of a call and he doesn’t want to live with any more regrets

• When you’re back on base and getting medical attention for the gunshot wound and, to his horror, some stab wounds you must’ve got during your escape, Simon comes into the room, sits down, and reaches for your hand

• You’re surprised. The only physical contact you’ve ever really had is when you’re training or the occasional hug you’d give him. You look down at the hand clutching yours and feel your heart race

• That’s when he tells you that he loves you. Seeing you get shot and not knowing whether you’re gonna bleed out or not was the worst agony he has felt in a very, very long time

• Btw Soap witnesses all of this but he knew how you both felt for each other a long time before y’all figured it out

• In private quarters he’ll take his mask off. The first time you share a room together alone he gains the courage to do it. You stare at his face for so long he starts to feel a bit self conscious and looks away

• But you put your hand on his warm cheek to get him to look at you and say that his jokes about being extremely handsome are actually true

• You look at his lips and then his eyes in silent permission. He understands what you want and meets your lips in a sweet and sensual kiss. The kiss gets a little heated but your bullet wound isn’t quite healed yet for anything spicy to happen

• Simon will show you all his scars and tell you the stories behind them. Some are pale that have healed with time and others are freshly pink. The ones on his back tickle when you run your fingers over them

• You go on every mission together from now on. With your specialty in weapons and combat along with Simon’s excellent sniper and leadership skills, you’re a powerhouse that cannot be taken down. Being alone in the safe houses ain’t too bad either, if you know what I mean

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