#Soap x Nina

[bloodyknucklesforme]

When It's Time | Johnny x Nina

Nina goes into labor

decided to make it just 1 baby for this time around

"Nina?" Johnny called from the bedroom. She was pacing around the nursery across the hall. In a day or two they'd have their baby but right now she was trying to breath through early contractions. Her cervix, god she'd never thought this much about it before, wasn't dilated enough to go to hospital yet. The contractions still hurt. Johnny came and wrapped his arms around her, holding her stomach up. "Jane said you should try to sleep. there's nothing we can do till..."

"Contractions are five minutes apart," they finished together. Johnny chuckled and kissed her temple.

"I'm just...I'm scared," she admitted, laying her hands over his. The miscarriages, the months of trying, the anxiety that she was going to do something wrong had built up to now, just waiting for labor to start.

"Me too. But we're almost there. Couple more hours and we'll have our baby." He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Clan of three. We're going to have the most the most beautiful bairn. But you need to sleep."

He guided her back to their bed and tucked her back in before climbing in to his side.

"Can you hold my hand?" She asked, reaching for him under the covers.

"Always."

"I can't do this." She cried. "i can't do this."

"You can. You have to. You're almost there." Johnny pressed his forehead against her's. He was a little afraid she was going to break his hand with how hard she was holding it. He'd let her do it, if it took even a little bit of her fear away. Jane, her midwife, had assured them that everything was looking great. Nina had her epidural and it would only be a little bit longer with how close her contractions were. "I'm right here, Neen. I'm right here. Just keep your eyes on me, okay? It'll be okay."

Her face scrunched up with tears, lips pouting. They'd been in the hospital for several hours already. His mum and sister were only an hour away now. Kyle and his sister were getting on a train to meet them later that afternoon. Price was currently speeding his way through England to get to them as soon as he could. Johnny couldn't deny his own fear, that something horrible would happen to Nina or the baby and he would be helpless. He had to trust Jane and the doctors. They'd delivered hundreds of babies. He'd be holding his own baby soon. He hoped they looked like Nina.

"I love you," She nodded. "I can do this."

"You can do this."

"Okay Nina, I need you to start pushing. One, two, three!" Jane instructed. Johnny nodded at her. He was right there. He would always be right there. Nina squeezed his hand tightly as she pushed. "Okay, good, good. Now stop for a moment. Breath in, good, now out through your mouth. Baby's head is coming out. We're almost there."

Johnny whispered more encouraging words to her. Another contraction hit and Jane cheered her on. One more and as she leaned back against the pillow crying filled the room.

Nina let out a cry of her own, looking at Johnny who had tears rolling down his own face. Jane was wiping off the baby's face.

"Let's get you to mum." Nina held her shaking arms out. Her baby was right there. "Congratulations of your baby girl."

Her cries slowed as Jane laid her on Nina's chest. Nina held her, she was sticky and had a spattering of dark hair. She was beautiful.

"Can I touch her?" Johnny asked softly. Nina nodded and he laid a hand across her back. She was small and her dad's hand was almost the same size as her. "You did a good job. Made a beautiful baby girl."

Nina didn't ever want to let go. Just let her fall asleep on her chest, feel her heart beating and her little breaths. She wished her own mum was here to see this.

She knew her daughter would grow up happier than she did. That she would never feel unloved or abandoned. Her dad would protect her and love her. She wouldn't have to go through all the things Nina did. Nina kissed the top of her head and Johnny kissed Nina's forehead.

"Have we chosen a name?" Jane asked.

"Poppy," Johnny answered, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Our little flower."

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[nina-renmen]

Yandere Hybrid Team 141

I’ve been seeing posts like this and thought I would jump on the bandwagon. The idea of yandere hybrid 141 is not my idea but this specific scenario is.

Summary: Team 141 stumbles upon y/n. Thinking that she’s small and fragile they attempt to ‘take advantage’ of her only to figure out she’s a polar bear hybrid. (Polar bear hybrid was chosen because they actively hunt humans.)

Team 141 had relocated, their base stationed in colder weather. Soap didn’t mind, considering he was merged with a wolf. He quite liked the snow and throwing snowballs at his captain.

Price was not amused at all. Given the fact that he was a grizzly bear hybrid his instincts told him to get ready to hibernate. Thus, leaving the male annoyed most of the time. A few times he almost lunged at Gaz for flying around so much in his little ‘battle’ with soap.

Gaz, being a harpy was the most human like out of all the men. The only thing that changed about him was his arms, meaning that the male usually stayed bundled up which in turn was given odd looks by ghost from time to time. But now ghost, an undead being began to get used to seeing his fellow teammate underneath two layers of clothing

Gaz was the first one to stumble upon you During one of his rounds he looked up from above, his eyes catching sight of you in the cold, crisp water. White, round ears were on top of your head. You must’ve been a panda hybrid. You didn’t seem dangerous at all.

A wicked grin crossed Gaz’s face. Swooping down, the sharp claws grabbing you. But before he could get far with you, you bared your teeth at him. Sharp canines covered in blood from your latest kill were flashed. Your sharp claws slashed his face before dragging him down into the water. Immediately your form switching making Gaz’s eyes widen in horror. Such a sweet, helpless looking girl was actually a polar bear hybrid. Your pupils dilated, jaws snapping at him as the beast seemed to foam at the mouth, getting ready to rip his throat out.

Price was the first to arrive, hearing Gaz’s screams and yells.

While Gaz was under you he saw a flash of brown. The harpy sitting up, wincing in pain at his broken leg but his eyes leaving the mangled leg and up towards the fight that was happening. The roars of both the bears attracting the attention of the rest of the team. Gaz has never seen price almost loose a fight before. Polar bears were already larger than grizzled bears but because you were a female you have a good two feet over him. Your fur was more adapted to the arctic waters but Price’s wasn’t, his movements were a tad bit slower than yours due to the below freezing temperatures. Just as the rest of team 141 arrived you were gone.

After the ‘fight’ Price scolded Gaz. Grumbling about how he shouldn’t have assumed what kind of hybrid you were. But based off of your human descriptions he didn’t blame Gaz for trying to snatch you up.

Price only had minor injuries. A couple of gashes and bruises. It would leave some scars but nothing too serious. On the other hand Gaz’s leg was broken. The gash on his face had left a nasty scar. Ghost only mocked the younger male, telling him to suck it up and to not do dumb shit.

Soap had the second encounter with you. After a few months Gaz was able to walk again. But Soap was to accompany him as they did their rounds.

“That’s her.” Gaz whispered, crouching down making Soap follow suit. The wolf hybrid peeking around the corner to see you. He couldn’t believe that you were the one that did all that damage. Granite it was in self defense but you looked so fragile and soft.

When y/n turned around she had a fish in her mouth. Her eyes immediately catching onto Soaps who had been careless when admiring y/n from a distance. Y/n’s gaze wasn’t threatening like what Gaz had described. She seemed curious.

Soap took this as a green light to fully come out. Gaz whispers to not falling on deaf ears. When soap began to get too close a growl came from y/n as she took a step back making her drop her fish. She had to look up at him, which she didn’t like.

After a few moments Soap gained her trust, picking up the dropped fish and slowly inching close to her. Y/n opened her mouth, taking the fish from his hand. Nuzzling her black button nose against his hand, a purr coming out of her but she stopped. A whiff of Gaz’s scent on Soaps hand making y/n pull away. “No! No, no, no! I’m friendly.” Soap exclaimed, putting his hands up. He needed to avoid all conflict. The only person that was able to take you down was captain price, he doubted that Ghost could take you down in your monster form. Soap knew he’d need to calm you down. Polar bears actively hunt humans, meaning Gaz and himself were on your lunch menu. But y/n only turned around leaving once more.

Now price’s encounter with you went a little bit different. The man went out to have a smoke. “That shit stinks.” A feminine voice came from behind Price. Turning around he seen your form crouched down, a wolf torn open in front of you. It was the same size as Soap in his monster form. Its guts spilled out, coating the white snow in its blood.

“Didn’t know you could talk.” Price muttered, breathing in the smoke from the cigar. His eyes taking in your form. You were fragile looking, just as Gaz said. Your big doe eyes could have fooled him.

Y/n didn’t respond, instead opting to rip out more chunks from the wolf with her jaws. Tearing into the predator that turned into her prey. “Ya’ hurt one of my men.” Price said loud enough for y/n to hear.

“That lousy excuse of a bird?” Y/n said as she ripped into the wolf. “Tell him to keep thinking with his dick. Maybe next time I’ll tear his throat open.”

Price chuckled, leaning back on the tree as he watched you eat. You were fiesty. The longer he stared at you the more the gears in his head turned. You had wide hips, perfect for carrying his cups. You looked healthy, a few scars hear and there but each one told a story.

Pushing himself off the tree he stalked towards you. A growl ripping through y/n’s throat as she make eye contact with Price.

“I ain’t gon take your food sweetheart.” Price said as he crouched down in front of you and your kill.

“I said that shit stinks. Put it out.”

“And if I don’t.”

“I’ll eat you before you can turn.”

The two looked at each other for a while. “I’m stronger and faster than you darlin’.”

“Not if I drown you in that water you won’t be.” Y/n shot back. Ah, so she’s caught on to his weakness. Price was considerably weaker in colder water temperatures. Especially if the waters were deep.

Needless to say, Price put out the cigar.

[tatennantshenanigans]

could you be any cuter?

[thekeystothebasement]

Que Va a Pedir La Princesa? (What's the Princess going to ask for?)

Pairings: Phillip Graves x Alejandro's daughter reader

Word Count: 6,442

Warnings: SMUT! Loss of virginity, degradation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, unprotected sex, breeding, and more.

A/n: AHHHH!!! I did it! It's finished! Let me know what yall think, especially the spicy scenes. It's been a while since I wrote anything smutty. I definitely recommend to listen La Nina Fresa by Banda Machos and Playing Dangerous by Lana Del Rey. It's what I was listening to while writing. There are some Spanish phrases and I will try my best to provide translations at the end of the fic.

After capturing Hassan and not long after that, having to set him loose, Shadow Company, Taskforce 141, Los vaqueros decided to let out their frustrations in Alexandro’s base. Carrying cases of liquor, tequila, and a variety of beer into the base and celebrating their semi-victorious mission.

Graves watched as his men drank amongst Los vaqueros and laughed amongst each other. His attention was soon brought back to the table of men he was sitting amongst. Alexandro, Ghost, Soap, and Rudy.

It was evident that Alexandro has had too much to drink, the bottles of beer and a nearly empty bottle of tequila as proof of how much he had. His words were starting to slur and his sentence nearly incoherent.

“My sweet, preciosa princesa…” he wailed. His head against the worn-down wood table. “She’s growing up to quickly…pinche cabrones…” he was starting to mumble, his words, the rest of his sentences lost to the men around him except Rudy.

“The capitán gets very emotional when talking about his daughter” Rudy explained, with worry on his face when looking at Alexandro. “He recently noticed that his daughter has some admirers…and she seems to love the attention.”

Suddenly Alejandro grabs Rudy’s shoulders and shakes him as Alejandro continues to rant. “Hermano, mi princesa…protegerla de esos animales.”

“Same goes for you all. If you ever see my daughter near another man, you have my permission to kill him…” he said with such intensity in his eyes. “Mi Princesa is my world, she’s my only hija and no man is good enough for her.”

All the men around the table nodded their heads to Alejandro’s words, somewhat understanding his frustration, all except Graves whose mind was elsewhere. Maybe if he had heard Alejandro’s rant, he could’ve spared himself the trouble that was yet to come.

Graves continues to zone in and out of the conversation in front of him, his eyes wandering around the room, his mind trying to make sense of the music playing, understanding every other word. Graves takes a sip of his beer as he tries his best to listen to Alejandro’s and Rudy’s stories but couldn’t help the feeling as if he’s being watched.

Graves looks away from the men at the table and his eyes travel around the room until they stop at you. You were sitting on the hood of one of the jeeps that were inside of the base, your legs swinging over the edge. You were all by yourself, the only thing keeping you company was the nearly empty bottle of beer you held in between your lap. He makes eye contact with you and notices the way your eyes widen, a blush forms on your cheeks, and the way you straighten up once you realize his attention is on you.

His eyes roam across your body. He notices the very short skirt you’re wearing, if you were to spread your legs a bit further, he would be able to see your underwear. He takes note of the cropped and low-cut top you’re wearing. Your dark hair is braided into two pigtails with ribbon incorporated into the braids. He noticed you were the youngest in the base. Far too young to even buy alcohol in the states, but old enough for Mexico.

He stares into your eyes again and couldn’t help but smirk at the way you squirm and quickly look away, watching as your face turns red.

His attention is back to the men at the table and noticed Alejandro had fallen asleep, his face planted against the table. Rudy continues to tell his story about how he met Alejandro during his training days, Graves trying his best to listen until he felt his side being nudged by the Scott beside him.

“I saw the way that lass was looking at you mate.” Soap said with a smirk and intentionally raised his eyebrows. Graves raised his eyebrows in return, waiting for the Scott to continue. “You should go over there, mate. Aye, you could even get lucky tonight.” Soap roughly slapped Phillips’s back.

Rudy overhears Soaps and Phillip’s conversation and stops his story.

“Who’s the lady?” Rudy asks as his eyes begin to wander around the room. “We need to help a Hermano out if this is true.”

“The young lass over there by the Jeep.” Soap exclaims while shaking his head toward where you were sitting. Graves should’ve noticed the way Rudy’s eyes widen in fear and the face of worry spreading across his face, but he didn’t, his eyes remained on you.

“No no no no. You must stay away from her. She’s---” Rudy was caught off by the sound of Alejandro jolting awake and violently coughing.  It wasn’t the first time Rodolfo was with Alejandro when he had too many drinks, he knew what was coming if he didn’t lead him to a restroom.  Rudy was quick to get on his feet and lead Alejandro away from the table before he emptied his stomach in front of his men.

Ghost stood up from his seat, “I’d stay away from her. She looks like she is nothing but trouble.” Ghost explained, looking in your direction before leaving the two men alone, calling it a night.

“Don’t listen to them mate. They ain’t nothing but cockblocks.” Soap mumbled; his lips pressed against the top of the beer bottle. “I’d walk over there and lean against the Jeep. Call her darling and watch as she blushes and squirms with the nickname. Maybe have my hand on her knee and the other on her waist. Eventually, My hand would slowl-“

“Fucking Hell, stop right there. I don’t want to hear how you’re gonna fuck her.” Graves cursed out. “Besides I’m far too old for her. Probably couldn’t handle the way I was eyeing her.”

Both men look back in your direction and they both couldn’t deny the way you were looking at the commander of the Shadow Company. Your eyes-maintained eye contact with his, the way you were batting your lashes at him, and the way your eyes innocently looked him up and down and lingered between his legs.

“Fucking hell. That lass is stripping you naked in her mind.”

Graves didn’t reply, his attention remained on you. He watched closely as your eyes looked around the room before stopping again at Graves. He watched as you bit your lip, the blush on your cheeks turning a furious shade of red as you slowly spread your legs.

Graves felt his dick twitch in his pants, ignoring the curses that were coming out of the mouth of the Scott beside him.

His eyes focused between your legs, the skirt rising higher and higher until suddenly the bottle you held in your hands was placed right between your thighs, blocking the sight of your panties. His eyes went back to your eyes, noting the mischievous look in your eyes.

If Graves were paying attention to his surroundings, maybe he would’ve noticed the shocked stares from the members of Los Vaqueros, the hushed whispers among themselves. His full attention was on you, the light from behind you made you look like an angel, but Los Vaqueros knew you were the devil in disguise.

They knew you were forbidden fruit; you were the serpent from Adam and Eve.

Los Vaqueros knew they were about to be witnesses to your serpent tongue, luring Graves to your forbidden fruit, oblivious to the consequences he will face with God.

Los Vaqueros watched intently as Graves stood from his seat and walked his way towards you, all of Alejandro’s men curious as to where this interaction would go.

———

You watched as Graves walked up towards you; each step he took radiated the confidence he carried. You watched as he leaned beside the Jeep you were seated on top of. You looked down at him and sent him a sickeningly sweet smile. You couldn’t help but enjoy the leverage that came with sitting on the hood of the car, your seated position on the hood had the man before you look up to you. Making it even easier for him to fall into your hands.

“What bring you here güero.” You teased as your hand slowly crept up his arm.

“Keeping you company, beautiful. You seemed awfully lonely over here.” He said as he moved from his spot on the side of the Jeep and instead took the spot between your legs. His hands now resting on your knees, noticing the way your legs jumped at the feeling of his warm hands on your skin. “That empty bottle keeping you company?”

You looked down at him as he looked up at you, his blue eyes reminding you of a needy puppy wanting attention. “It was but I guess you’ll do for now” You replied as your hands traveled to his head and played with his hair. You shivered at the feeling of his breath against your thighs as his head rested against the hood of Jeep, shaking his head and low chuckles escaping his lips. “Mi Papi is so protective of me. He’s scared all the men away from me.” You whined.

“And who’s your ‘Papi’?” Graves asked, looking up at you curiously as his hand slowly traveled up and away from your knee and rested on your thigh.

“If I tell you you’ll leave me too.” You pouted.

“Nothing scares me, princess.” He mumbled against the skin of your thigh, the stubble tickling your skin.

“Really? Nothing scares you?” You asked innocently. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his arms. “But my Papi is a very scary man. I’d even call him a monster”

“Monster? That’s a little harsh ain’t it?” he asked with raised eyebrows. He watched as you shook your head no and laughed at your reaction. His grip on your thighs tightened before releasing them and holding your hands instead. “Well, if a monster is hiding you away, well then it’s my duty to save the sweet and docile princess, isn’t that right.”

“Ah, the güero as my knight in shining armor?” You placed your hand under your chin in a thinking manner, bit your lip, and pretended to think about his words. “Hmmm…I guess you’ll do but you have to prove your worth to me.” You said, looking deep into the man’s eyes.

“Why would I leave the monster who’s protected me for so long and follow a Knight who might not even be able to protect me and treat me like the princess I am.” You said why squeezing his hands before shoving them off you. “I am quite the spoiled princess.”

“Spoiled and bratty.” Graves commented. “But whatever the princess desires I will deliver.” He gently grasped your hand and pecked a kiss on the back of your hand.

You watched as he took a step back, giving you the chance to slide off the hood of the car and stand before him, the height leverage you had was gone. Suddenly feeling a lot smaller under his lustful gaze. You looked up at him, innocently batting your lashes.

“What this princess wants…” you leaned in close to him, your breasts pressed against him, your hand resting on his chest. “… is for you to pleasure her.” You heard him curse under his breath, enjoying the way his eyes squeezed shut at your words.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into baby.” He whispered into your ear, one hand holding onto your waist while the other on your lower back.

“I think I do, commander,” you said sternly.

“Once I get my hands on you, you’ll be crying for your daddy to come to save you.” He muttered against your ear. His hand slowly travels lower and lower until it’s resting on your ass.

“I don’t need my Papi to save me.” You teased back. “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” Your hand traveled from his chest to the area between his legs, softly squeezing the growing bulge between his legs.

Los Vaqueros watched as you led the commander of the Shadow Company to his grave.

“Eso Gringo tiene el Muerte esperándolo”

A chorus of laughter can be heard as the men from the shadow company sat confused.

“What does that mean?”

“That white man has death waiting for him.” a member of Los Vaqueros explained.

“He’s about to fuck the only daughter of Alejandro Vargas, our Capitán.”

———

Graves followed behind you as you led him down a corridor with doors every few feet. His eyes constantly roam up and down your body. Your long legs, your plush thighs, the skirt bouncing with your every step, your lower back exposed due to the top you were wearing.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

Suddenly you twirled to look at him, walking backward slowly until coming to a complete stop.

“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?” Phillip asked, looking for any uncertainty on your face.

You shook your head before answering him.

“No. I want to do this. But my room or yours? I might have a monster waiting under my bed.” You said while twirling the end of your pigtail.

“We wouldn’t want that now, would we? “Graves replied. He walked up to you, turned you around, placed his hand on your lower back, and led you to his room where he was staying temporarily.

You read the names on each plaque that was placed on the door of each room.  

Riley

‘…’

McTavish

‘…’

Parra

‘Oh,’ You thought to yourself.

Vargas

‘No mames,’ you cursed to yourself.

Graves

While Graves fished for the key in the pocket of his jean, you glanced around the corridor, paranoid that your father could step out of his room at any moment. That your father could appear right behind you, hell you worried that his second-in-command was watching you and waiting for the opportunity to snitch on you.

As soon as you heard the door click to Graves’s room, signaling that he had unlocked it. You shoved yourself to his room and pulled him in before closing the door shut.

“So eager for me?” Graves asked, slightly startled at the speed you pulled him into his room.

“I’m just impatient.” You replied. “My daddy never made me wait for what I wanted.”

“Is that so?” Graves asked. He watched as you sat at the edge of the bed. His eyes roamed your body as you stretched your arms, letting your body fall into his bed and letting out a contempt sigh at the feeling of the soft mattress on your back.

“What’s the hold-up gringo?” You asked, holding your upper body on your elbows. “I don’t like to wait.”

You watched carefully as Graves walked up to your body before deciding to kneel between your spread legs.

“Such a fucking spoiled princess. Your father did such a poor job of raising you.” He commented as he removed your shoes and socks. “But I’m no better. Following your every wish.” You shivered at his soft pecks that started at your ankles and led up to your thighs.

You shut your eyes, trying your best to control your breathing as you felt his hands pulling at the end of your skirt, and letting it rest at your ankles.  You squeezed your legs shut as you felt his fingers resting on the elastic of your panties.

“You’re acting as if you’ve never been touched before baby.” Graves looked up at you and watched as your eyes widen at his words. “Jesus Christ” he whispered.

Suddenly both of your thighs were gripped harshly and forcibly spread apart. You watched Graves process your reaction to his words. “Never?” He asked.

“Never.” You responded bashfully. “Like I said my Papi chased all the boys away. Besides, I’ve wanted the touch of a real man, not from a boy.”

“You’ll show me the touch of a real man, right?” you asked. You were unsure if the fact that you were a virgin affected anything.

“Whatever the Princess wants,” he muttered against the skin of your thighs, his hot breath hitting your entrance through your panties. “She gets.”

You whimpered at the feeling of a soft kiss he left through your panties. Your breathing quickly becomes labored as he continues to kiss and suck at your thighs, bruises slowly forming. You whined as the man between your legs continued to peck kisses at your covered pussy, sometimes even blowing air just to get a rise out of you.

“C’mon baby, keep making those pretty little noises. Let me know I’m spoiling the Princess the way she should be.” He mumbled; his lips pressed once again at the fabric of your underwear.

After minutes of endless teasing, you shuddered at the feeling of his fingers tugging at the elastic of your underwear. You felt him slowly pull down your underwear and watched it fall from your legs. The panties that were once covering the most intimate part of your body now rested on the fingertips of the man before you.

“Fucking hell, look just how wet you are baby.” He cursed as he examined the wet patch on your panty. “Looks like you fucking pissed yourself.”

“S-shut up, fucking pendejo” You stuttered out, embarrassed at his choice of words. Your cheeks flared at hearing him laugh.

“Sorry, princess. Daddy didn’t mean to upset you.” He said as he spread your legs further and hauled them over his shoulders. You squeaked at his rough treatment when he gripped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. “Let me make it up to you.”

Not even having a second to process his words you let out a loud moan that had you covering your mouth. You didn’t even know you were capable of moaning so loudly, but how could you not when his tongue licked at your folds? Sucking at your arousal like a starved man. You whine and whimper at the feeling of his mouth on your pussy. Your hands harshly grip the bed sheets as you start to squirm. The stubble on his face adds to the pleasure as it tickles your body.

“F-fuck” You whined as your hands moved to his hair. Your finger raking through his hair as you start to tug. You feel as if your eyes roll to the back of your head as you heard him growl, sending vibrations to your core. “Please…daddy…. hah” you moaned.

Involuntarily, your body lunges forward as you felt his thumb rest on your clit. You cried out when you felt him press down and move his thumb in a circular manner. Tears were rolling down your face, the pleasure was too much for you. You hadn’t noticed you were trying to push yourself away from his mouth until you felt a harsh blow to your pussy.

You looked down at him with tears in your eyes. Shocked that he even decided to smack you on your pussy.

“You’re gonna fucking take it, sweetheart.” He stood up from his position and leaned over to you and harshly gripped your jaw. “I don’t want you to whine or complain that it’s too much. If you even dare to push me away again, I’ll go fucking find your Papi and tell him his spoiled little princess is trying to act like a big girl and ask for things she can’t handle. Am I clear?”

You shook your head yes and wiped away your tears. You whimpered again when he landed another blow to your pussy.

“Use your words, princess. Am I clear?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Atta girl." he grinned down at you before resuming his position between your legs. His mouth wastes no time to devour you once again. You whimpered and panted at the feeling of his lips against your folds, his tongue licking at your arousal. His face was buried deep into your thighs, his nose pressed against your throbbing bead.

“Ah! So, f-fuckin good…ai Papi…” you cried out. You started to buck your hips against his mouth, eagerly trying to find your high. Your legs started to feel numb, and your moans got higher and much more frequent.

“So, fucking wet baby.” Graves muttered against your folds. Anything below his nose was drenched in your fluids. His teeth tugged at your clit, and you cried out at the sting. “Gonna fucking cum baby?”

“yes yes yes yes” you chanted. You squeezed your legs shut around his neck, bringing him closer and in place. You were close, you couldn’t stop squirming, tears rapidly falling down your face, and incoherent curses escaping your lips.

The way your thighs were squeezing his head, he could die at any moment, and he wouldn’t mind. He could see the epitaph on his headstone,

Died doing what he enjoyed the most, eating wet pussy.

Pecking a soft kiss on your clit had you squirting on his face. Your thighs squeezed around his head, and shortly after your legs laid limply on his shoulders, your mouth was wide open, but no sounds were coming out, your eyes were rolled back, and your body was left trembling.

Phillip stood up from between your legs, a wide grin on his face. His shirt that he was wearing was completely soaked from your juices. He couldn’t help but laugh as you were quietly chanting ‘Papi’ repeatedly.

“Your Papi isn’t coming to save you.” Phillip teased as he gently smacked and played with the flesh of your inner thighs. “Besides, isn’t this what the Princess wanted? For me, to pleasure her?”

You looked up at him with glossy eyes and gently smiled at him.

“Keeping going,” you breathed out. “I’m…still not satisfied.

Graves looked down at your tired-out body. “You’re biting more than you can chew, princess.”

 He watched as you wobbly got on your knees and reached over to him. He sat beside you and watched as your small fingers tried to unbutton his shirt, whining at your failed attempt, and just tugging at the ends. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and a pout on your lips. “Use your words, princess. What do you want?”

“Take your clothes off. I want to please you too.” You whined. You whimpered when he harshly gripped your chin and squeezed your cheeks together, forming an o-shape with your lips. His thumb traced your glossy lips.

“Didn’t your Papi teach you some manners?” Graves asked, looking down at your smaller form.

“Por favor, senor.” You begged. Graves let out a small laugh, pulling you in for a passionate kiss before pulling away and stripping himself from his clothes. You quickly did the same to the few clothes you had left. Pulling your top off and reaching your hands back to unclasp your white lace bra.  Your breasts slightly bouncing after being freed from their restraints. By the time you had finished removing your bra, Graves had already finished removing his clothing, leaving him in his briefs.

You smiled as you saw his eyes roam your naked body, his eyes lingering on your breasts. You gently pushed yourself off the bed and kneeled before him. Your mouth-watering as you eye the hard bulge that was being restrained by his briefs. Your hands resting on his thighs, your lustful eyes looking up at his.

“Can I?” you asked. Your fingers trail closer and closer to your destination.

“I’m all your baby.”

With shaky fingers, you pulled at the elastic band and gasped at his tip smacking against your cheek. You looked up at him with wide eyes, shocked at how well-endowed he was.

“So big” you whispered in shock.

“Only the best for the princess.”

You looked back down at his cock and licked your lips before pressing small kisses starting from the base and all the way to the tip. Gasps and soft moans escaped his mouth at your gentle touch.

“What would your Papi think if he saw you with a cock in your mouth,” Phillip asked, his hand gently resting on the top of your head.

“He’d kill you.” You muttered against his tip, swallowing the tip whole, stopping Graves from forming any more thoughts. Your mouth, so wet and warm, gently sucking at his big tip. His eyes were squeezed shut as he bit his lip from the pleasure of your mouth. You gently sucked and licked at the tip, reminding you of the countless times when you would tease Los Vaqueros. Sucking and licking a popsicle your father had given you. Humming and eyeing Rodolpho whose eyes would linger on your lips before noticing the evil glint in your eyes.

Suddenly you found yourself gagging, your wide eyes looking up at the male in front of you. His head tilted and looking down at you with a wide grin.

“Stop with the teasing, baby.” He said playfully. “Or am I going to have to do everything for you?”

Not answering his question, you opened your mouth wide and tried your best to fit him all in your mouth. Tears pricked at your eyes; he was far too big for your mouth, but you lived to satisfy. Trying to suppress your gags, his tip hitting the back of your throat, you started to bob your head up and down his length. Your tongue swirling all over his length and humming in satisfaction from the quiet moans and grunts that escaped Phillip’s lips.

“So, fucking good princess…. fucking hell…” he cursed. “If I didn’t know any better, this isn’t your first time using that pretty mouth of yours.”

You pulled away from his cock and innocently batted your lashes at him. “I’ve had a lot of practice on some popsicles. Those seemed to be Rodolpho’s favorite treat to give me, but I’ll always end up in a mess.” 

Your words elicited a laugh from the man. “Such a fucking tease. No wonder your Papi kept you locked up.” Graves didn’t give you the time to reply to his words before thrusting his hips into your mouth, you gagged and whined around his length at the sudden intrusion. His hand harshly gripped the back of your head and set a steady pace for you to suck him off.

Tears were spilling down your face, drool escaping the sides of your lips. Your hands claw at his thighs, your nails digging into his skin. Your eyes stared at his eyes while you sucked him off. You hummed around his length.

“C’mon, baby…c’mon, baby…c’mon baby…” he cursed out. “Fuuuck.”

You hummed at the praise and squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure. Your left hand held onto his thigh while your right hand found its way to your clit, teasing yourself. With one last final thrust, he snapped his hips, his cock reaching the back of your throat, leaving you gagging and coughing. Spurts of cum spewing into your mouth. You looked up into his eyes as you swallowed as best as you could.

You pulled away from his cock, making a loud ‘pop’ as your lips left his tip. You showered his dick with small kitten kisses, mumbling thank you repeatedly.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you muttered one last time before leaving a big kiss on the tip. You stood back on your feet and stood on your tippy toes, pouting your lips at Phillip, waiting for a kiss from him. Phillip moved a hand to cup your jaw while the other found its way to your waist. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, you eagerly reciprocated the kiss. Your tongues fighting for dominance.

You felt his body pushing you closer and closer to the edge of the bed until the back of your knees hit the mattress and you find yourself sprawled on the bed. You watched as Phillip slowly leaned over your body, his arms on either side of your head, caging you in. His face nestled in the side of your neck, sucking, and licking at your neck, leaving you whimpering and squirming under his touch. Your hand finds shelter in his hair while the other scratches at his back.  

His hips rutted against yours, his hardened cock teasing at your entrance, your slick arousal making it easier for your slit to be teased. The tip of his cock occasionally hits your clit, leaving you shuddering. Your legs locked together behind his back, keeping him pressed against you.

“So, fucking good for me princess. Are you enjoying the touch of a man?” he asked, his lips now pressed against your breast. His mouth sucking on one breast while his hand tugs and pinches at your other.

“Please just fuck me…. please” you begged. “I can’t take it anymore. Use me.” You whined into his neck. You couldn’t handle the way his hips rutted against yours, teasing your entrance, you just wanted him inside. You wanted to be fucked.

“Use you?” Graves asked, he slightly pulled away from your hold and looked at your needy face. “I don’t think your Papi would like it if I didn’t treat his Princess with care. Got to return you in one piece.” he teased as he turned your body around, leaving you to lay on your stomach.

“I’m not a fucking princess. I’m yours.” You sobbed. “My pussy is yours. I want you to fuck me as you own me. I want to be treated like a whore. Your personal slut.” You rambled. You raised your hips and leaned your ass against his cock.

“Stop treating me like a princess…” you cried out. “…and just fuck me.”

Without hesitation or warning, Phillip snapped his hips into you, his cock sliding into your pussy with ease. You harshly gripped the sheets and screamed out into the mattress. You had your face pressed against the mattress as tears trailed down your face, crying out at the sudden intrusion at your virgin pussy. Your cunt stretched around his cock, despite the arousal that led to a quick intrusion. Your face was roughly pulled off the mattress, his hands having a tight hold on your now loose braids and pulling back on them.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To be fucked and used.” He asked as he leaned over your shoulder and whispered into your ear. “I’m not going to go gentle on you, that’s for princesses, and you’re not a princess. You’re a fucking slut.”

He started to thrust into you at a fast pace, one hand holding onto your braids while the other held your hips.  Your moans and cries echoed across the room; Phillip wouldn’t be surprised if the rooms surrounding his could hear you.

“So, fucking tight...” Graves cursed, his eyes shut tight at the way your pussy clenched around his cock, making it difficult to thrust in and out. “Gonna fucking ruin you, baby.” He hissed out. His hand smacked against your ass, leaving a red imprint shaped like his hand.

You were fucking drunk on his cock. Blabbering incoherent words as drool spilled from your lips, your eyes wide open and rolled to the back of your skull.

“So…f-full…. s-shit…” you moaned. His thrusts never faltered, his hips snapping brutally against you as his hand smacked at your ass and watched as a nice red slowly spreads on your skin. “So, fucking good daddy…fuck”

You felt as if your breath was knocked out of you, your cunt squeezed around him that him moaning. He knew he had found your sweet spot, the way you whined as he repeatedly hit the same spot over and over that left you pleading was proof enough.

“I-I…. can’t…it’s too much…” you sobbed. You squirmed, trying to get out of his hold that only had him pulling at your braids even harder, holding you in place. “Please…. I can’t…. Papi” you cried out.

Hearing you cry out for your father, Phillip landed three hard blows to your ass that left you creaming around his cock. Your body shuddered as you moaned loudly as you reached your high. Your body went limp, Graves pulled your body closer to him. Your back flushed against his chest as his hand gripped your throat which elicited a whimper from you. You continued to softly chant ‘Papi’ under your breath as you felt your consciousness drift.

“What the fuck did I say?” Graves growled into your ear. “Your Papi isn’t coming to save you so suck it up, baby. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You could only shake your head and whine.

“Inside…” you whispered.

“Inside?” Graves smirked against the skin on your neck. “Want my cum inside this wet pussy?”

“Yes daddy…fuck your babies into me…” you whined. You felt your cunt clench on his cock again, you were nearing your second orgasm. Phillip groaned at your words and imagined your belly round with his kid. His pace started to falter, sloppily thrusting into you, his cock throbbing and ready to burst inside of you.

“Fucking hell…gonna cum inside this fucking wet pussy…” his hips harshly snapping into you, your ass jiggling on impact. “Fuck my babies into you…make you a mommy. You’re stomach gonna be round with my child.”

“Yes, please daddy. I want to be a mommy. Claim me with your cum” you moaned before feeling spurts of cum spraying inside of you. Your body convulsed as you reached your high once again, you felt yourself squirting, drenching Phillip’s thighs, and the sheets below you form a small puddle from your fluids.

Phillip let go of his hold on you and watched as you fell forward into the mattress. You were beyond exhausted and quickly found yourself drifting off to sleep, leaving Phillip alone with his thoughts.

Phillip just stood over your body for a few minutes, catching his breath and analyzing your body. His cum was slowly gushing out of your cunt and spilling down your thighs mixing with your arousal and cum. Bruises littered your body. Some bigger bruises could be found on your knees, while smaller bruises shaped like his fingertips could be seen on your thighs, hips, waist, and your neck. Hickies were scattered around, only being able to differentiate between a bruise and a hickey would be the small teeth marks that can be found with each hickey.

Unknowingly, Graves had just finished deflowering the only daughter of Alejandro Vargas. His princess whom he spoiled rotten and constantly praised to his men. His daughter could do no wrong in his eyes. Alejandro unknowingly slept soundly next door as his daughter teased the commander of the Shadow Company into fucking her and filling her with his seed. The very same daughter who’s comfortably sleeping in the arms of her lover, the cum of her lover still very much inside of her.

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“Who’s your father?” Graves asked. You snuggled deeper into his chest; your leg was thrown over his.

“Don’t worry about it.” You groaned. “Let me sleep.” You complained as you pulled the covers back onto your body and shut your eyes.

“Give me a hint baby,” Phillip begged as he littered kisses on your forehead, trying to make you open your eyes. “I won’t be able to concentrate on my mission, all I will be able to think is who’s the unlucky man with such a fucking tease of a daughter.”

“Ponte las pilas guey.” You grumbled as you turned to face away from him, trying to get some extra minutes of sleep. Your next words left the commander uneasy. “Who’s the man that Los Vaqueros respect the most?”

You had drifted off to sleep, leaving the commander to get ready for his meeting with your father and with the two men from taskforce 141.

For the first time in a long time, Phillip Graves dreaded the day ahead of him.

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The entire compound of Los Vaqueros was filled with shouts from Alejandro. Anybody who was in the compound when the shouting started, knew of the grave mistake that the commander of the Shadow Company had done.

“YOU FUCKED MY PRINCESA! MY DAUGHTER!” Alejandro shouted. He was being held back by Rodolpho and Ghost while Soap stood by the side and watched the interaction.  

“I didn’t know she was your daughter.” Phillip reasoned. “It was an honest make. She came onto me.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are cabron? Lying to my face. My hija would do no such thing.” Alejandro shouted back. “She’s a fucking saint, an angel.”

You stood behind your father, looking down and playing with the ends of Grave’s shirt that he lent to you, listening to your lover and father argue. If only you had waited just another five minutes before leaving Phillip’s room, then perhaps you wouldn’t have crossed paths with your father who was walking down the corridor with Rodolpho, Ghost, Soap, and Graves behind him.

“With all due respect Alejandro, your daughter is the farthest thing from a saint.” Graves said, his finger pointed at you.

“I’ll fucking kill you gringo.” Alejandro shouted

“But Papi” you cried out. You were hugging your father from behind, burying your face into his back. “He promised he’ll take care of me. He’ll take care of his babies that resulted from our lovemaking.” You whined while placing your hands over your stomach.

Graves couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. You were trying to pin it all on him.

You were the devil, a fucking serpent.

You choose your words wisely, deflecting any responsibility and any of Alejandro’s anger that he had for you fell onto Graves. Making yourself seem like your father’s sweet, oblivious, and innocent princesa. Making it seem as if you fell for the lies of a white man. As if you weren’t the one eagerly spreading your legs and begging him to fill you with his cum.

Graves noticed the small smirk on your face when Alejandro continued to try and break away from the hold of the two men holding him back.

“Don’t do that. Don’t…do that. Don’t you dare lie to your father and pin this all on me. You were the one spreading your legs.” Graves shouted at you with an accusatory finger.

You pouted at his words as tears started to prick at your eyes, hugging your father from behind as you cried and muttered that the gringo had tricked you.

Los Vaqueros snickered at the commotion while the men from the Shadow Company sighed at their commander’s mistake.

You were a serpent, you lured Phillip Graves into taking a bit of your apple, and his punishment from God waits for him.

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*Translations are not 100% accurate, some are adjusted to help translate over better*

Translations:

"preciosa princesa" (Precious princess)

"Pinche cabrones" ( fucking bastards)

"Hermano, mi princesa…protegerla de esos animales.” (Brother, my princess, protect her from these animals)

"hija" (Daughter)

"güero" (White man)( light-skinned) (blonde man)

"Papi" (father) (dad) (daddy)

"no mames" (got to be fucking kidding me)

"Gringo" (White man)

"ponte las pilas guey" ( put on the batteries dude)( use your head)

Tag List:

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[fandom]

Ships

Week Ending March 27th, 2023

Bumbleby Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Wesper -1 Wylan Van Eck & Jesper Fahey, the Grishaverse

Kanej -1 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, Shadow and Bone

Steddie -1 Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Buddie +1 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Byler -1 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Vashwood -3 Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede

Helnik Matthias Helvar & Nina Zenik, Shadow and Bone

Everlark Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, The Hunger Games

Kazurei +5 Rei Suwa & Kazuki Kurusu, Buddy Daddies

Wenclair Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Tomgreg Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession

Reylo Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe

Bakudeku -2 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Destiel -8 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Hanamusa Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Ghostsoap -3 Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Hannigram -8 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Shrek x Fiona Shrek & Princess Fiona, Shrek

Chenford Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous week. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last week.

[paradiseismine]

Twice as wet - Mike Wheeler x reader

Part 2/2

Love note from Nina: part 2 is finally here ☺️ sorry it took so long. Hope you like it!

Warnings: smut; descriptions of cum.

Part 1 is here.

Mike followed you out of the pool and into the nearest shower - you didn’t want him to get a taste of chlorine flavored pussy, of course. While in there, you tried to act more softly around him and make sure he was comfortable.

You kissed him nice and slow, your hands on his face and chest. His lips were soft and perfect for some love bites.

- Can I take these off? - you asked, your fingers lightly touching the hem of his underwear.

- Yeah - he responded, his voice raspy.

You reached for the elastics of his underwear, pulling them down carefully. His erection sprung free, but you were locking eyes with him, and that, somehow, felt more intense and sensual.

- Turn around for me, babe? - you asked, grabbing a bar of lavender soap, the water running already.

- S-sure - he answered, turning around immediately.

You gathered some water in your hands and gently washed his body. Starting with his back, then the shoulders, the chest, the belly… Your touch was feather light and you could tell how much he was containing himself not to grab you and enter you right then and there. Good things come to those who wait, Mike, you thought.

His skin was fair and soft, and you could hear him sighing softly as you caressed his body. Your hands roamed all over him, the lavender scent mixing up with the vapors of the hot water. You lightly touched his waist, guiding him to stand underneath the shower for a quick rinse afterwards.

- Can… uh, can it be my turn now? My turn to wash you, I mean - he asked, his voice a bit low, coming off shy. He slowly reached for the bar of soap on your hand.

- Sure, babe - you smiled, turning around for him as well, your back to his front. - Come.

Your hair was up in a bun that you sloppily concocted in order to enter the shower previously, and Mike took advantage of your defenseless neck to pepper it in kisses. He had his arms around you, roaming his soapy hands through your body. But instead of soft and gentle, he was leaning more towards hungry and rough. The way his big hands squished your breasts made you bite your lip in pleasure, your eyes rolling in ecstasy. He gripped your waist firmly and groped your ass even more urgently, groaning very discreetly at how hard it made him.

You could feel his erection in between your butt cheeks, and slowly shook your hips into it. Mike let out a moan before rinsing his right hand and putting it lightly over your pussy, as if he was afraid to offend you or scare you off with his touch.

- Please let me touch you - he pleaded, as if not touching your pussy was physically hurting him at that point.

- Yes, please - you moaned.

He didn’t need any more confirmation. He dipped his middle finger inside your soaking wet pussy, hissing at the feeling of your slick walls around it.

- Fuck, you’re so wet - he whispered to your ear. He added a second finger and curled them in. The angle was perfect for your g-spot. It was unbelievable. - I can’t believe such a pretty girl is letting me touch her like that… Does it feel good, princess?

- Feels amazing, love - you could barely keep your eyes open and your knees were starting to buckle. - Do you think you can hold me up?

- Sure - he supported your upper body against the wall with his left arm, eyeing your face as you bit your lips and rolled your eyes, drunk on that pleasure. - Will you come for me?

- Yes - you said, your voice barely audible. Your moans, on the other hand, were getting a bit louder.

Then you felt it. A rush went through your whole body, your head now feeling weirdly light. Your legs were shaking and your pussy was clenching around Mike’s fingers.

- Did you… - he looked at his hand, perplexed. - Did you just squirt on my hand?

Your eyes widened in complete shock. His hand was covered in a seemingly transparent sticky fluid and some creamy white stuff as well. It was all yours. Mike Wheeler had just made you squirt.

- That… that had never happened before… - you said, still stunned. - You’re so good, Mikey…

You kissed him once again, softly.

- But, you know - you continued, biting his lip in between kisses - It’s my turn now.

You grabbed the lavender soap once again, lathering up your hands, then grabbing his erection gently. With both hands, you pumped his dick while locking eyes with him and lightly biting his lips. After a few more pumps, you went for his ear.

- You’re so big, Mikey - you whispered, nibbling his earlobe in a devilish way. - You’re gonna have to come here again for me to get a good taste of it, will you?

- Yes - he moaned. - Whenever you want…

- Whenever I want, uh? You’re such a good boy, I don’t deserve you… - you said, going back to nibbling on his earlobe. - Can you cum on my belly? I’d love to get coated in your warm cum, baby boy…

Mike groaned and hissed as rope after rope of his cum shot into your belly. His cum was thick, nearly entirely white. Seemed like he really needed to get off. He put his arms around your shoulders, catching his breath after what happened. You smiled at him.

- Feeling good, Mikey?

- So good, Y/n… - he sighed.

- I’m glad, darling - you pecked his lips. - but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to get us out of here… Mom is probably coming back soon.

- Really? - he pouted. That boy was getting cocky.

- Yeah - you pouted too. - Let’s get us all cleaned up, dried off and ready to go, ok?

You grabbed towels for the both of you and got Mike’s clothes from the backyard so he could get dressed. He walked with you to your front door.

- Mom should get here in a minute - you looked around, concerned. When you saw no one else on the street, you turned back to Mike and held his face gently in your hands. - I had a really nice time. Gimme a call, will you?

- Sure thing - he smiled. You kissed his lips one last time.

- Take care, big boy. I’ll see you - you waved as he went on his way back home.

Entering the house once again, you lied on your couch and let out a sigh. Not after five minutes, you could hear your mom’s car entering the driveway.

- Y/n - she called, leaving her keys on the kitchen table. - Did the boy come here to mow the lawn?

- Yes mom - you answered, coming into the kitchen to greet her, naturally.

- Why is the red envelope still on the fridge, then?

- I-I - you stuttered, trying to think of something. - I don’t know, I think he forgot about it, and then I forgot to give it to him…

- Ugh, you can’t remember anything, can you? - she seemed disappointed. - Ok, I’ll call his mom tomorrow.

- Sorry mom - you apologized.

Later that evening, your mom found something in the bathroom floor.

- Y/N - she nearly shouted. - Is this a boy’s underwear????

[erikiara80]

The mean green

I was thinking about the parallel between the Are you real? in 2x07 and 4x09

And these screenshots in one of kaypeace21's posts. The dialogue in the elevator, when Erica says that she will drink the green goo, because you can survive for a while without food, but not without water, raises the question of how Will was able to survive for a week in the UD. But we only realize that in S4, when we see that there is no water in the lake. Imo, not a random location, for many reasons.

All this green is connected to gates/Mind Flayer/One. Then there's Kali's nickname, K, a street name for ketamine. Another one, that was used in the late 60s, was mean green. Even the name of the man Kali wants to kill, Ray Carroll, can be associated with drugs (Alice as a slang for LSD) Same for Kali's power. Making people see or not see what she chooses, reminds of what drugs and mind control do.

"LSD mind control experiments" (Powell in 1x03) "...elaborate experimentations in perusal of mind control" (1x08 newspaper). And Richard Brenner was head of the Narcotic Enforcement Division from 1954-1971, so from the year Henry vanished in Dimension X to the year Will and El were born.

In the article that El reads in the cabin, the line about Brenner's experiments is slightly different, more specific about what they did.

"extensive... into physiology... perception." So, they used drugs to alter people's perception of reality.

There's a lot of green in K's scenes. Even her mask is green.

Kali, "K" (ketamine) and the green toy (mean green) in Terry's memory, one of the many hints that we can't trust what we see (more about that scene here)

Just like we can't trust what we see in Nina. They show both the green toy and the Magic 8 Ball a few times, the massacre happens on September 8, Kali's name is in the crossword in 4x01, and Henry mentions her and Terry, so that memory is probably not what really happened.

Henry asks El to join him. In 3x03, before she looks for Heather in the void, we see more green liquid and Join Us.

Like the green Join Us on the bulletin board behind Will

In 3x06, we see this green bottle, after the conversation about the keys and the gate.

Speaking of keys, there's a big green key at Melvald's, because Will and El are the keys, and getting to Mike is the key, too.

At the end of S3, connection between the lab and "chemical leaks"

EDIT: In @threemanoperation 's post about the mentions of caves and holes, I noticed something:

in this shot, we see Will and El while Hopper mentions being stuck in one place, in a cave, imo a hint that, because of experiments/ drugs/mind control, they're all stuck in a time loop. Interestingly, Lucas' shirt is green. Maybe just a coincidence. Maybe not.

In 2x01, Bob points to a green Halloween bucket. On Halloween, Will almost gets possessed by the Mind Flayer. It's also interesting that Bob's very first line is that he's not a big fan of orange. Orange is associated with Hopper, because of Agent Orange, but orange barrels, cubes, haze are also street names for LSD. I'll make a post about that, too.

The song that plays when El arrives at Terry's house is Green green grass of home. An interesting choice for a mother-daughter reunion. The song is about a man who returns home, to his mama and papa. "It's good to touch the green green grass of home", but then the man wakes up and realizes that it was just a dream (Becky says that Terry is stuck in a dream). He's actually in prison, his parents are dead and he's about to be executed. So, touching the green grass and dreaming that you're home= being drugged and believing/seeing things that are not real?

And you know what? I'm starting to think that even the color of Joyce's car could be a hint. There's a green car in Terry's suspicious memory... It's all connected. They've all been manipulated.

Also, this green soap in Nancy's vision of Henry and Brenner.

And there are probably other things I didn't notice.

@chirpsythismorning

[marsplastic13]

'Complicated' (part 15) - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Idea - Kaz Brekker hires a prostitute to overcome his touch aversion, and be a better man for Inej, but things take an unxepected turn. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Prostitute!Reader, (had to use y/n because I'm bad at names) Genre: modern AU, slow burn word count: 7k notes: let me know what you think!

@millercontracting @coldmermaidhologram @syd649

@luffysprincess @cryptidghostgirl @beekeepingageissome

@hufflepuff-16 @lukepattersin @jay-is-a-pinguin

“Brekker, I’m taking you out for lunch,” Nina said, peering into his office. Reluctantly, Kaz agreed, and the two walked to the nearest restaurant. As soon as they sat down, the conversation shifted to Y/n.

“I started following her on Instagram. She looks like the most irresponsible person ever,” Nina commented, her tone disapproving.

Kaz crossed his arms defensively. “That’s not true. She's responsible.”

Nina gave him a skeptical look. “Responsible? Are we talking about the same Y/n? The one who is always partying and shopping?”

Kaz sighed, clearly irritated. “Yes, that Y/n. She’s more than just what you see online.”

Nina raised an eyebrow, her expression clearly dubious. “Is she? Why don’t you ring her up, maybe she wants to have lunch with us.”

Kaz considered it. He knew Y/n was probably at home at this hour, and despite Nina’s skepticism, he wanted to prove her wrong. He pulled out his phone and dialed Y/n’s number.

“On speaker,” Nina demanded, her tone cold. Kaz sighed but complied, putting the call on speaker.

“Baby, is everything okay?” Y/n’s cheerful voice came through the phone. Nina rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Baby? Really?” she mouthed at Kaz, who flipped her off discreetly.

“Y/n, I’m here with Nina. We wanted to—” Kaz began, but he was interrupted by a cacophony of noise in the background.

“Where are you?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

Y/n hesitated. “Oh, um,” she let out a nervous laugh, “I’m at the emergency room. I dislocated my shoulder.”

Kaz cradled his head in his hands, exasperation and concern warring on his face. Nina leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “You knew this,” Kaz mouthed at Nina, who nodded smugly.

“Yes, I checked her Instagram,” she whispered back.

Kaz took a deep breath, almost afraid to ask, “What happened? Are you okay?”

Y/n hesitated again. “So, the house was flooded, and we called a plumber, but, funny thing, he was actually a stripper,” she laughed.

Kaz closed his eyes, sighing. “He was very good. If you ever need one, I’ll send you his number,” Y/n added.

“Of course, you let him do his show,” Kaz rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a chuckle.

“Absolutely. And he suggested that since the house was already flooded, we could add soap and play soapy-soccer in the corridor,” Y/n explained, her tone as if it was the most logical decision.

“Y/n, your rib just healed,” Kaz said, now genuinely concerned and a bit mad.

“I know. That’s why I took the responsible decision of being the goalkeeper,” she replied, as if it was the most logical answer.

Nina looked at Kaz with both eyebrows raised. “Responsible decision?” she mouthed.

“That was not the responsible decision, Y/n!” Kaz's voice was sharp with frustration. “You could have seriously hurt yourself. Again!”

Y/n sighed dramatically, her playful tone undeterred. “I couldn’t let them win! The prize was not cleaning the mess we made! It was the final goal!”

“Are you ever going to take something seriously?” Kaz demanded, his irritation clear.

“No,” she laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Why are you so mad? Ghezen, Kaz, tomorrow I’ll be fine. We can try that thing we were talking about, with the—”

“Y/n, you’re on speaker,” Kaz quickly cut her off, his face flushing with embarrassment.

“You didn’t sound that embarrassed when you asked me to—”

“Shut up!” Kaz snapped, but his tone lacked true anger.

Y/n laughed even more, the sound infectious. Nina shook her head in disapproval.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” Kaz asked, his concern resurfacing.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Y/n assured him. 

“Did you win at least?”

“Obviously,” she replied with a smirk audible in her voice.

Kaz couldn’t help but smile at her confidence. “So, are you free tonight?” he asked, his tone softening, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, while Nina rolled her eyes.

“Call me when you’re home,” Kaz said, ending the call with a sense of relief mixed with lingering frustration.

Nina watched him, shaking her head. “Come on, Kaz, you can’t be serious about her.”

Kaz frowned, crossing his arms defensively. “Why not? What’s so wrong with Y/n?”

Nina’s expression was incredulous. “What’s wrong? Kaz, she’s reckless, irresponsible, and always getting into trouble. She’s the complete opposite of Inej.”

Kaz’s jaw tightened at the mention of Inej. “This isn’t about Inej, Nina. Y/n is her own person, and she’s—”

“—a bad influence,” Nina finished for him, her tone harsh. “Inej is stable, reliable, and she made you better. Y/n is just... chaos.”

Kaz sighed, trying to keep his temper in check. “Y/n has her flaws, sure, but she also brings out a side of me that I didn’t even know existed. She makes me feel alive, Nina.”

Nina rolled her eyes again. “Oh, please. She makes you feel alive? That’s your defense? You need someone who grounds you, Kaz, not someone who drags you into ridiculous situations like playing soapy-soccer with a stripper.”

Kaz bristled at the accusation. “Y/n is more than that. Just because she’s different from Inej doesn’t mean she’s not good for me.”

Nina’s expression softened slightly, but her disapproval was still evident. “I’m just worried about you, Kaz. Inej was good for you in ways that Y/n never will be.”

Kaz’s eyes narrowed. “And maybe Y/n is good for me in ways that Inej never was.”

Nina shook her head again, her disapproval evident. "Kaz, you know this is just a phase, right? When this crush on Y/n passes, you’ll realize you belong with Inej. You should go back to her before it's too late."

Kaz's eyes darkened, his temper flaring. “What the hell, Nina? You think I’m just going to crawl back to Inej when things get tough with Y/n?”

Nina didn’t back down. “You’re making a mistake, Kaz. Inej is the one who’s good for you, not this reckless fling with Y/n. You need to come to your senses before you ruin everything.”

Kaz stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “You don’t get to decide what’s good for me, Nina. I care about Y/n, and I’m not just going to drop her because you think I should be with Inej. Inej and I are over. Accept that.”

Nina stood as well, her expression portraying both frustration and concern. “Kaz, I’m just trying to look out for you. Y/n is a distraction. She’s going to hurt you, and then where will you be?”

Kaz’s voice was low and dangerous. “I’m done with this conversation. Y/n isn’t a distraction. She’s important to me, and I’m not going to let you or anyone else dictate my choices. If you can’t accept that, then maybe you’re the one who needs to back off.”

Nina’s eyes flashed with hurt, but she didn’t back down. “Fine, Kaz. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when things fall apart.”

Kaz turned away, his anger simmering just below the surface. “I’ll take my chances. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

As he walked away, Kaz couldn’t shake the lingering frustration. Nina’s words had struck a nerve, but he was determined not to let them undermine his feelings for Y/n. He knew the path he had chosen was risky, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was exactly where he needed to be.

***

Kaz knew that he was being petty and that his actions would have consequences, but he was pissed off and he felt an overwhelming need to act out. He pulled out his phone and texted Y/n, ‘Are you busy?’

‘I'm at the gym, finish in 30 minutes’ she replied.

‘Can you pick me up at work?’

Y/n sent him a thumbs-up, and Kaz put his phone back in his pocket, feeling a spark of anticipation. He had been fighting with his boss since the day before. Kaz had meticulously planned a deal, but his boss had criticized every aspect of it, despite Kaz knowing he was right. If his boss wanted to get mad at him, Kaz was determined to give him a proper reason.

‘I'm outside’ came Y/n’s next message.

Kaz stormed out of the office, just as he had planned, with his boss following closely behind, continuing the heated discussion. Outside, Y/n stood by her car, still in her gym clothes, inspecting a new scratch. She smiled when she saw him, tossing him the car keys. “You're driving.”

Kaz grabbed the keys without a glance and went straight to kiss her, trapping her against the car and his body. Y/n hummed against his lips, “I didn't know it was that kind of call,” she whispered, amused.

“Brekker! We are not done. You don't walk away from me like that,” his boss shouted, catching up to them. Kaz moved slightly, revealing Y/n to the man, who paled at the sight.

“This is awkward,” she commented, her tone light but her eyes assessing the situation.

The boss struggled to formulate a reply, his eyes darting between Kaz and Y/n, noticing Kaz's arm around her and the smudge of her red lip balm on Kaz’s lips.

“Oh, Brekker, you didn't,” the boss started, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Oh, I did,” Kaz replied coldly, his grip around Y/n tightening. “You were right, you know? I should have some fun, and she,” his eyes roved over Y/n’s body, and he let out a chuckle, “she is a lot of fun.”

The man’s face turned livid with rage. “Y/n, you’re seriously with him?” he spat, his eyes narrowing at her.

Y/n met his gaze, trying not to laugh. “Apparently.”

He scoffed. “You think this is a game, Brekker? Bringing her here, flaunting her like some prize?”

Kaz’s eyes glittered with amusement as he tightened his arm around Y/n. “Yes, you’re right. She looks absolutely like a prize. Get in the car, love,” Kaz said playfully patting her ass, and Y/n, catching on quickly, got in without a word.

He turned to open his door but then faced his boss once more. “Also, she doesn't taste like candies, she tastes like cherries.” He grinned, enjoying the man’s furious reaction before getting in and driving away.

As they sped away, Kaz's anger began to dissipate, replaced by a twisted sense of satisfaction. He glanced at Y/n, who was watching him with a curious smile. 

“What was that?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Kaz chuckled, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing. “A small revenge.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her seat. “Seems a bit dramatic, even for you.”

Kaz shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “I needed to make a point.”

She laughed softly. “And using me as a pawn in your revenge scheme was your brilliant idea?”

Kaz’s expression softened as he glanced at her. “Yep. You were my ace.”

Y/n sighed, shaking her head but unable to suppress a smile. “It was fun. Although I didn’t expect to be part of your little power play.”

Kaz chuckled, his eyes warm as he watched the road. “Did you like it?”

She tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You have no idea how much.”

Kaz’s grin widened, a spark of mischief in his gaze. “Oh, really? I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Y/n laughed softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “It was actually pretty exhilarating.”

Kaz’s smirk softened into a genuine smile. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the show. It was worth it just to see that look on his face.”

Y/n leaned back in her seat, her smile turning more thoughtful. “And here I thought you were all business and no fun.”

Kaz glanced at her, his expression softening. “I have my moments.”

***

Kaz couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh as he scanned the endless piles of paperwork littering his desk. His boss had made him pay dearly for his little show of confidence, drowning him in paperwork for the past three nights. It was now his third consecutive night spent in the office, poring over books and plans, trying to locate the financial leak his boss was convinced existed. The fluorescent lights flickered above him, casting a harsh glow on the stacks of documents surrounding him. 

All Kaz wanted was to collapse into bed, bury his nose in Y/N’s hair, and finally get some sleep. Instead, he was trapped in the office, surrounded by nothing but papers and screens.

As if reading his mind, his phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. Y/N was FaceTiming him. A quick glance at the time—2 AM—made him wonder what she could be up to at this hour. Maybe she was drunk and needed a ride, or perhaps she was just bored. There were countless possibilities.

Kaz answered the call, his voice tired but curious. “Y/N, is everything—”

The words died in his throat as the scene on his screen unfolded. This was definitely not one of the possibilities he had considered, and he silently thanked Ghezen that he was alone in the office. 

Y/N’s phone was perfectly positioned to capture a clear view of her bed, where she and one of her roommates were engaged in a heated makeout session. Kaz’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. 

Both girls were on their knees, facing each other, their matching lingerie leaving little to the imagination. The sound of their sloppy kisses filled the office, and Kaz quickly lowered the volume, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Y/N’s hand moved to squeeze the other girl’s breast. 

Kaz’s first coherent thought was that this had to be some sort of work-related thing and that Y/N had accidentally called him instead of someone else, but then, as if sensing his gaze, Y/N turned to the camera, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. She gave a small wave before slowly trailing kisses down the other girl’s neck, never breaking eye contact with Kaz.

Y/N’s eyes kept flicking back to the camera, her gaze locking with his, making his heart race even faster. His pulse quickened, his thoughts a jumbled mess as the scene continued to unfold.

The girls finished slowly undressing each other. Every so often, Y/N would glance at him, her look sending a wave of heat through Kaz. He could feel the tension in his body, his breath growing shallow as he watched her.

Kaz’s mind was blank, unable to focus on anything other than the two women in front of him. When Y/N went down on her roommate, her gaze flicking back to him from time to time, it took everything in him not to groan out loud. His hand itched to touch the painful bulge in his pants, but he knew he couldn’t—he was still in his office, after all.

As the other girl’s moans increased, Kaz found himself even more captivated by the scene. Y/N’s confidence and sensuality were on full display, and Kaz could barely contain himself. 

When the girl finally reached her orgasm, Y/N kissed her way up from her stomach to her lips, her movements slow and deliberate, like a cat toying with its prey. The two girls resumed making out, their bodies pressed together, Y/N on all fours, hovering above her.

Kaz could barely breathe as he watched them switch positions, the sight of Y/N’s quickened breaths and flushed cheeks nearly driving him over the edge. She turned to look at him, her eyes dark with lust.

“Isn’t she pretty, Kaz?” the other girl suddenly asked, surprising him. Her voice was sultry, teasing. Kaz involuntarily shifted in his seat, seeking the slightest bit of relief.

“Isn’t she fucking beautiful when she’s all flustered and needy?” she continued, her words sending a shiver down Kaz’s spine. 

Yes, yes, she was. Y/N’s eyes never left his as the other girl’s fingers worked her up slowly, each movement calculated to drive her wild. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her back arching, hips rolling, putting on a show that was impossible for Kaz to resist.

Then, just as abruptly, the girl stopped, making Y/N whine in protest.

“I won’t let her finish unless you touch yourself,” the girl said firmly, her gaze locked on Kaz’s through the screen. 

Y/N’s eyes were wide and pleading, silently urging him to give in. Kaz’s resolve wavered, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him as he sat frozen, torn between desire and restraint.

The girl's hand trailed back up to tease Y/N's nipples, her fingers skillfully playing with the sensitive flesh, and Kaz could almost feel the sensation himself—the cool metal of Y/N's piercings contrasting with the warmth of her skin. It was an image that seared itself into his mind, igniting something deep within him that he struggled to control.

"Please, love," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with desperation.

Kaz's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open as the weight of the moment crashed over him. Every ounce of his self-control teetered on the edge, and his body, betraying him completely, began to respond in ways he had long fought to suppress. He couldn't look away from the screen, from the pleading look in Y/N's eyes, and before he could even think, his hand moved of its own accord, sliding down to his pants.

With a shaky breath, Kaz unzipped his pants, the sound almost deafening in the quiet of his office. A soft, relieving sigh escaped his lips as he allowed himself the smallest bit of release. His phone was angled so that only his face was visible on the screen, but it was clear that this was all the girls needed.

Y/N's smile turned wild and victorious, her eyes sparkling in triumph. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew the effect she was having on him, and it only seemed to spur her on further. The other girl’s hand slid back between Y/N's legs, eliciting a gasp from her that reverberated through Kaz’s body.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, every sensation magnified as he watched them. Y/N’s body moved in rhythm with the other girl's touch, her back arching and hips rolling in a way that made Kaz’s breath catch in his throat. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, every pulse echoing the escalating tension between them. 

Y/N’s eyes never left his, her gaze burning with desire and something else—something deeper, more intimate. 

As the girl continued, Y/N’s moans grew louder, more desperate, each sound pulling Kaz further into the moment. His grip tightened, the sensation almost too much to bear, but he couldn’t stop—he didn’t want to stop. The world outside of that screen, outside of that moment, ceased to exist. There was only Y/N, her roommate, and the overwhelming connection that bound them all together.

The other girl’s voice was a teasing purr, almost a dare. “Aren’t you going to tell her how good she looks?” she asked, as she continued to toy with Y/N’s body.

Kaz’s eyes were glued to the screen, his voice barely above a whisper as he replied, “So good…” He leaned back in his chair, his hand moving slowly, matching the rhythm of what was happening on the screen. The sight of Y/N, so vulnerable and yet so in control of his every breath, was almost too much to bear.

Y/N’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice, a wickedly amused smile curling her lips. She arched her back, a silent plea for more, her body responding eagerly to both the girl’s touch and Kaz’s words. The sight made his pulse quicken, the intensity of the moment pulling him deeper into the sensation, until everything else faded away.

The other girl noticed Y/N's reaction and pressed further, her voice silky and persuasive. “Look at the effect you have on her. Do you like that, Kaz?”

“Yes,” he breathed out immediately, his voice heavy with the weight of his growing pleasure. He was completely lost in the moment, his hand moving in time with the pace of the girl’s fingers on Y/N’s body. Every breath he took was more labored, more ragged, as he felt himself edging closer and closer.

Y/N was gripping the sheets, her knuckles white as she moaned, “Please, I’m so close.” The desperation in her voice sent a shiver down his spine, her need mirroring his own. He could feel himself on the brink, every nerve in his body on high alert, waiting for that final push.

The girl’s voice cut through the haze, a final taunt that was almost cruel in its timing. “What do you say, Kaz? Should we let her finish? Has she been good?”

“Yes,” he groaned, his voice raw and filled with desire. “Yes, let her come.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when he felt the wave of pleasure crash over him, pulling him under with an intensity that stole his breath. At the same moment, Y/N’s body tensed, her back arching off the bed in an obscene display of pure ecstasy. Cursed whispers spilled from her lips as she reached her peak, the sight of her unraveling driving him over the edge. 

The two girls tangled together in a tender embrace, exchanging soft kisses and gentle caresses with the ease and familiarity of having done it countless times before. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.” said the other girl before ending the call.

Their intimate cuddles were a stark contrast to the wild passion that had just consumed them, leaving Kaz breathless and staring at the now-black screen of his phone, a mess under his desk that he quickly tried to clean up.

As he hurriedly composed himself, wiping away any evidence of his lapse in control, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. He leaned back in his chair, the adrenaline still coursing through him, making his head feel light and his heart pound in his chest. It was as if his mind had been clouded during the entire encounter, and now that the fog was lifting, all that was left was the sharp clarity of regret and self-reproach.

He cursed under his breath, realizing how dangerously close he had come to losing control, not just of himself but of the situation. It wasn’t just about the physical release—it was about how easily he had allowed himself to be drawn into such a compromising position, one that could have serious consequences if he wasn’t careful.

Just as he was trying to collect his thoughts, his phone buzzed with an incoming text from Y/N. 

‘Enjoyed the show?’ she teased, the message making his pulse quicken again. He hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he tried to think of a response. How could he explain what he was feeling? Yes, he had enjoyed it—more than he wanted to admit—but there was also a nagging sense of unease that he couldn’t shake.

Before he could figure out what to say, another text came through: ‘I was worried you were getting bored all alone in your office :(‘

He couldn’t help but smile at her playful concern, despite the lingering tension in his chest. After a moment, he typed back, ‘How thoughtful, thanks for the company.’ It was a simple reply, one that masked the complexity of what he was really feeling.

A small heart appeared on his screen as Y/N sent her final message, and he shook his head in disbelief, still trying to process everything. What had started as another exhausting night buried in work had taken a turn he could never have predicted. The lightness in his head was still there, but now it was accompanied by a sense of confusion and uncertainty about what this all meant for them.

***

Days after their last encounter, Kaz found himself staring at the ceiling of his apartment, feeling the weight of boredom pressing down on him. Jesper was out with his new boyfriend, and Kaz’s texts to Y/n had gone unanswered for hours. The silence was unusual and unsettling. He glanced at the time—late enough for her to be off work. His irritation grew, and he decided to call her.

She picked up on the third call. “Kaz, did someone die or something?” she asked, her tone playful but a bit strained.

“Oh, hello,” he replied, forcing cheerfulness into his voice to mask his irritation and concern.

“Did something happen? It’s not a good time.” There were muffled voices in the background, and Kaz’s heart sank a little.

“Are you still working?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Y/n hesitated. The pause was enough for Kaz to realize she wouldn’t have picked up if she was with a client.

“Kaz, I—” she began, but another voice cut her off. “Come back to bed, princess, hurry up,” a man’s voice called out.

Kaz froze, the words sinking in like ice. “Are you with the tennis instructor?” he asked bitterly, his mind racing.

“And his brother,” she admitted with a sigh.

“Oh great, they keep things in the family,” Kaz snapped, the bitterness in his voice now fully apparent. “Have fun, Y/n.” Without waiting for her reply, he ended the call.

Kaz tossed his phone onto the table, feeling both anger and hurt. He knew that it was going to happen, but part of him hoped that she wouldn’t, hoped that he could be enough. He had tried to convince himself that he was prepared for this, that he understood Y/n's lifestyle and was okay with it. But the truth was, he wasn't.

He paced around his apartment, trying to shake off the feeling of betrayal that pressed heavily on him. Was it betrayal? Could he even call it that? They weren’t exclusive, but hearing it so plainly had stung more than he anticipated.

He sat down, staring at his phone. He knew he needed to talk to her, to clear the air and figure out what they were doing. His thoughts were a mess of jealousy, confusion, and frustration. Why did it bother him so much? Was he expecting too much from a relationship that was never defined?

The night dragged on, sleep eluding him as his mind kept replaying the conversation. The way she admitted to being with two men for pleasure, not work, left a bitter taste in his mouth. It wasn’t just about the act itself; it was about the ease with which she talked about it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The realization that he might never be enough for her, that she might always crave something he couldn't provide, kept him from sleeping peacefully.

Kaz tried to drag himself through the next day, but by midday, he couldn't take it anymore. He texted Y/n again, hoping for a quicker response this time.

‘Can we talk tonight?’

It felt like an eternity before she replied, ‘I’m free until 9’.

As the day went on, Kaz found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back to Y/n. He left work early, unable to focus, and headed straight to her apartment.

Standing outside her door, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He knocked, and she answered almost immediately, her eyes searching his face.

“Kaz,” she said softly, stepping aside to let him in.

He walked in, the tension palpable between them. “We need to talk,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Kaz’s eyes roamed over the carefully arranged makeup on the vanity and the outfit draped over the bed. It was clear she had plans for the evening, it struck him with an unsettling realization. 

“I have a bachelorette party later,” Y/n said, her voice betraying a hint of defensiveness as she closed the door behind him. 

Kaz’s frustration flared up again. “What happened yesterday?” he asked, his tone blunt. There was no room for pleasantries; he wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

Y/n met his gaze briefly before looking away, her eyes wandering to the floor. “They invited me over and I went,” she replied with a shrug, as though it were a trivial matter.

“Why?” Kaz pressed, his voice taut with barely suppressed emotion. He was fighting to keep his voice steady, but it was clear that the pain was seeping through.

Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t know, Kaz. Because I wanted to. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

Kaz let out a frustrated breath, his gaze falling to the floor as he tried to process her casual response. “Will I ever be enough for you?” he asked, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. Even asking the question felt like a stab to his own heart.

Y/n’s face was a mask of indecision. Her eyes darted around the room, refusing to meet his. 

“Look, I can work on accepting your job. I will. But you have to compromise somewhere.” Kaz’s frustration mounted. 

“You’re still taking for granted that I want a serious relationship with you,” Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. “What about the fact that I don’t want to be put on a pedestal just because you’re trying to make things work?”

Kaz’s anger flared. “Why do we have to keep doing this? You want this as much as I do. Just admit it, for Ghezen’s sake.”

Y/n’s expression hardened, her eyes meeting his letting her frustration transpire. “How can you be so sure of what I want?” she asked, her voice tinged with defiance and vulnerability.

Kaz stepped closer, his gaze intense as he looked directly at her. “Because I see you, Y/n. I see how you act around me. The way you look at me, the way you talk to me. Just be honest with yourself. Would it be so terrible to admit that you have feelings for me? Would the world fucking collapse if you allowed yourself to have something real for once?”

Y/n’s eyes flashed with hurt. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, her posture rigid. “It’s not that simple, Kaz. You think you have all the answers, but you don’t understand what it’s like for me.”

Kaz ran a hand through his hair, struggling to keep his emotions in check. “Then tell me,” he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. “Tell me what’s going on in your head, what you want.”

She looked down at her hands, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress. “It’s not just about us. It’s about my life, my choices. I’ve been hurt before, and I don’t want to fall into the same patterns.”

Kaz’s frustration began to simmer down as he tried to convey his sincerity. “I get that you’ve been hurt. But I’m not the same as your past. I’m trying to be here for you, to be someone you can rely on. But I need you to meet me halfway.”

Y/n looked away, shaking her head as though the very thought of it was too much to bear. Her eyes were fixed on a distant point, avoiding his gaze. “What do you want me to do that makes you believe me?” he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

Kaz’s heart ached at the sight of her struggle. He took a step closer, his voice filled with earnestness. “I’m in love with you, Y/n. I’m tired of pretending that I’m not because you’re too scared.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his confession. For a moment, silence enveloped them, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside.

Y/n’s face paled as she absorbed his declaration. She took a deep breath, clearly fighting with her emotions. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be enough,” she said finally, her voice cracking with the weight of her admission. “I’ve cheated on every single one of my boyfriends. I’ll do it to you too.”

Kaz felt as though he’d been struck by a physical blow. The pain of her words was sharp and immediate. He staggered back, his expression exposing how her words hurt him. “You’re seriously comparing me to your past mistakes?” he asked, his voice trembling with anguish.

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears, but she continued to look away. “I’m trying to be honest with you, Kaz. I don’t want to hurt you, but I also don’t want to be with you under false pretenses.”

Kaz took a deep breath, his anger and hurt slowly giving way to a profound sense of sadness. He closed the distance between them, gently cupping her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m not asking you to be perfect,” he said softly. “I’m asking you to give us a chance. To not let your past dictate our future.”

Y/n’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, though her voice remained firm, almost defiant. “I can’t do this, Kaz.”

Kaz’s heart ached at the sight of her distress, the weight of her words pressing down on him. “I need you to trust me, to trust us,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. The quiet desperation in his tone contrasted sharply with the mounting frustration in Y/n’s expression.

Her face, once filled with vulnerability, now hardened as anger began to surface. “What if I can’t change, Kaz? What if I keep making the same mistakes?” Her voice trembled with frustration and fear, each word laced with a painful honesty.

Kaz shook his head, his gaze unwavering and intense. “Then we’ll face those mistakes together. I’m not asking for perfection, just for you to try. To fight for us, instead of running away.” His words carried the weight of his commitment, his desire to overcome the hurdles they faced.

Y/n’s frustration boiled over, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kaz. I’m already doing it!” Her voice was loud, desperate, her eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. “Why can’t you see it?”

Kaz’s expression remained steely, though his eyes were darkened with hurt. “If you’re doing this to push me away, know that it won’t work. If you think that what you did yesterday will make me give up, you couldn’t be more wrong.” His tone was cold, resolute, a stark contrast to the pain he felt inside.

Y/n sighed, her jaw tight with determination. “I will make you hate me so much, and I don’t want that.” Her words were raw, anger and sorrow spilling out.

“Why?” Kaz’s voice was rising too, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Why are you so fucking scared?”

“Because I’m in love with you!” Y/n’s voice cracked, the confession escaping in a shout. The admission hung heavy in the air, its impact palpable.

The room fell silent, the intensity of the moment settling over them. Kaz’s face softened, a glimmer of hope and tenderness appearing in his eyes. He took a few tentative steps towards her, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.

“Was it so difficult—” Kaz began, his voice low and full of hurt.

“Get out.” Y/n’s voice was sudden and firm, a stark contrast to the emotional storm that had preceded it. She moved away from him, her body language a clear barrier to any further conversation.

Kaz stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing in confusion and pain. “Y/n, please—”

“No. Out.” Her voice was resolute, her eyes cold and distant. She crossed her arms over her chest, the finality of her command cutting through the space between them.

Kaz hesitated, his heart breaking with each second he remained. “Please, Y/n, let’s talk this out.”

But Y/n’s resolve did not waver. “Get out, Kaz. I don’t want to see you.” Her voice was firm, almost unyielding.

Kaz took one last look at her, his heart heavy with the weight of their unresolved issues. With a deep, resigned sigh, he turned and walked towards the door, each step echoing his sense of defeat. 

Kaz drove home in silence, the hum of the engine a mere backdrop to the chaos in his mind. The city lights blurred past, but he barely registered their presence. The fight with Y/n replayed over and over in his thoughts, each repetition a painful reminder of the depth of his own frustration and hurt. 

He thought about stopping for a drink, hoping that alcohol might numb the ache, but he lacked the energy to follow through. Instead, he found himself standing in his living room, staring blankly at the TV. The flickering images and soft sounds from the screen failed to penetrate his numbness. It was as if the world outside had become a distant, irrelevant backdrop to his personal turmoil.

Kaz sank into the couch, his body heavy and unresponsive. The dress he had glimpsed earlier, hanging neatly on the bed, seemed to taunt him now. Y/n had been preparing for a bachelorette party, a vivid contrast to the raw emotion and conflict they had just shared. He wondered, with a sharp pang of jealousy, who she might be with. 

The words she had said echoed painfully in his mind, Because I’m in  love with you. How could such a declaration hurt so much? Had she been holding these feelings for a long time? When had she come to this realization, and why had it come out in such a destructive manner?

Kaz cursed himself, his thoughts spiraling into self-reproach. He blamed himself for not standing his ground, for not being more resolute in his own convictions. He had let her push him away, and now he was left with nothing but regret and confusion. He felt like a fool for not having pretended more, for not masking his own vulnerabilities better.

He pulled out his phone repeatedly, his thumb hovering over her contact, desperate to reach out. Each time, he hesitated. The image of her dressed up for the party haunted him. Had she already moved on? Was she out having fun, completely indifferent to the chaos she had left behind?

His mind raced with worst-case scenarios—imagining her going back home with someone else. The uncertainty gnawed at him, each question feeding his anxiety.

In the end, his internal turmoil took its toll. He drifted into an uneasy sleep on the couch, his body restless and his mind trapped between wakefulness and slumber. His thoughts continued their relentless cycle, a barrage of doubts and fears. The sleep he did get was fractured and uncomfortable, his dreams filled with fleeting, disjointed images that mirrored his emotional state. He was caught in a state of limbo, too exhausted to confront his feelings fully but unable to escape the painful reality of his own heartache.

A loud, insistent banging on the door jolted Kaz from his restless sleep on the couch. The noise seemed to pierce through the haze of his thoughts, pulling him out of the disjointed, half-conscious state he had been trapped in. Glancing at his phone, he saw it was nearly 5 a.m., and his heart raced with dread. He didn’t dare to let himself feel hopeful.

With a groan, he staggered to the door, his steps heavy with fatigue. When he opened it, Y/n stumbled into the apartment, clearly inebriated. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, one lens reading “Family” and the other “Destroyer.” A sparkly sash that said “Bridesmaid” was draped across her shoulders, and a sparkly tiara was on her head, adding to the absurdity of her appearance. 

Kaz watched as she leaned heavily against the wall for support, her posture unsteady. “Hi,” she said, her voice slurred and her head tilted to the side in an attempt at casualness.

“Hi,” Kaz replied, his voice subdued but edged with concern.

“I lost my phone,” she muttered, annoyance coloring her tone. 

Kaz's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’m sorry, how was the party?”

“Sad,” she replied with a dismissive wave. “Another one of those bitches is getting married. Why should we celebrate?”

Kaz chuckled softly, finding a semblance of normalcy in her disjointed rant. “For some people, there’s nothing better.”

“Like for you?” she asked, her gaze steady but unfocused.

“Maybe,” Kaz said honestly.

“Did you want to marry Inej?” 

Kaz's face momentarily softened at the mention of his past. “For some time, yes.”

Y/n nodded, the motion slightly exaggerated as she fumbled with her sunglasses. She removed them with a slight grimace, revealing eyes that were glassy and red-rimmed from the effects of alcohol. “My head is spinning,” she muttered, her voice tinged with irritation.

Kaz guided her gently to the couch, helping her sit down. He settled beside her, waiting for her to gather herself and explain why she had come. 

“So?” Y/n turned her head slightly to face him, her expression a mix of drunken clarity and vulnerability.

“So?” Kaz echoed, puzzled by her abrupt change in demeanor.

Y/n’s eyes, though clearly affected by her state, held a glimmer of the sincerity that had been present in their earlier, more intense conversations. Her makeup was still fairly intact, her eyeliner was now slightly smudged but still dramatic. Despite the disarray, there was something poignantly beautiful about her in that moment.

“So,” she continued, her words more deliberate now, “I’m in love with you. You’re in love with me. What now, Brekker?”

[silverwolf-108]

Yandere TF141 + König x Fem!Reader

Summary: You the new recruit of military, you dream to become a military. The higher ups found you fascinating and amazed seeing your skills and beauty. But they saw you being held by your ex, they plan to kill him from touching their girl.

Warning: Strong language, violence, obsessive behavior, possessive, blood

Y/n POV:

I stand in straight line of military men’s, wanna know why? Because I’m a military too. Reason why I’m here is because my grandfather is a military too. I was amazed the story he told me when I was little, he talk about himself that he save dozen of people from the enemy, take down down the enemy base, and stuff like. I wanna follow my grandfather footsteps because military are amazing. They serve homes and save people lives from danger.

“Attention!” The men who is the boss of military ground shout as we all stand straight “Alright rookies! Today the higher ups are gonna teach you how to be a soldier! Seems like they’re coming right now.” We look up see a helicopter coming down. The helicopter landed on the ground as the door slide open, coming out are five mens. “These man’s are Task Force 141! What ever you fellas do, don’t let your guard down! Understood?!” We shout ‘Yes Sir!’

“Alright rookies, let’s get to practice.” The man with fish hat and cigars said. He pick few mans and tell them what group they be before he pick next. All mens are now in their groups and for me, I’m in the Ghost group. I heard he’s a lieutenant that the mens talk about before we got pick. They say he’s a mysterious and serious guy.

“Alright you punks, let’s go for a target range.” We follow him as we headed to the target range where we practice to shoot the enemy. We listen to Ghost explaining about the target we need to aim to shoot the enemy. The mens take their turn to shoot the target. Some of them miss and some of them didn’t miss.

I stood in front that it’s my turn, I held my gun taking a deep breath to calm myself. One of target appear, I quickly shoot it as another appear. I shoot every target that appear fast and didn’t even miss one. After I’m done shooting I turn around and see all mens stares at me, even lieutenant Ghost stare at me too.

Next is crawling under the bar wires, it sound hard but I had to get through it. I crawl under the bar wires and ignore the stain of wet dirt on my military uniform. We did few practice and training and it was like an hour. I didn’t give up that easily, I had been training a lot since I was a teenager because I wanna train my body before becoming a military.

After we finish training and practice we head to our cabin to get some rest. I head to the girls cabin because here of the military ground we have our own separate cabin. “Y/n!” I met by a hug of my friend, Nina. Nina is a friend of mine, we went in same high school and became great friends. She told me she wanna be military too because her father died in war two years and wanna be just be like him.

“How’s your first time?” She ask. I told her it was great and easy. Nina told it was a bit difficult but I told her never give up and never let your father down. It gave her motivation because I see fire in her eyes. We hit the shower, dry ourselves, change into our pajamas, and went to sleep.

Narrator POV:

“What?! That woman went every practice training well and didn’t think it’s hard?!” Soap said. “Yes Soap, she didn’t think it’s hard. She never gave up.” Ghost explain. “You know I really wanna see that woman skills.” Gaz said sitting next to Price. “S-same.” König join in.

“What’s her name?” Price let out puff of smoke “Her name is Y/n L/n. She is a rookie but somehow she take things well.” Ghost told him. “Hey Price! Is it okay you pick her to my group the next day? I Really Wanna see what she capable of.” Price think for a moment. He puff out another of smoke and said “Okay Soap, I’ll pick her for you.”

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Next Day

You put on your military uniform in early morning before heading outside to get some fresh air. You sat on the wooden crates by the door listening to the birds chirping and stare at the sky. “Y/n L/n” you brought out your dagger from your thigh holster held it to intruder neck but you only met Sergeant Soap MacTavish .

You gasp quickly put your dagger back in holster “Sergeant MacTavish! I’m so sorry I almost hurt you! I thought you were-” she was cut off by his laugh “Don’t worry, anyway that was pretty cool. You got sense of danger. I’m impressed.” Soap grin. “Anyway I wanna say you did amazing yesterday. Ghost told me and the others that you were amazing. Tell me, why you join the army?” Soap ask.

“My grandfather was a military soldier so I follow his footsteps and I wanna become just like him. He had a history” you explain. Soap pat your shoulder “I see, well, your grandfather is gonna be so proud of you.” He gave you one last pat before he walk away.

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It’s been almost a year you train every impossible practice training on every morning and evening. You were getting the hang out it, being pick by one of the Task Force 141 members are not bad because they always treat the rookies some hard way to get them stronger for the war.

You pant heavily after finish running ten laps in the field and head to the cafeteria that is time to eat for lunch. You got your tray of food and sat by your friend Nina talking each other. You finish your food and head to the dirty pile that the tray should be put away but someone grab your waist made you drop your tray and brought your body closer to someone chest.

You look up to meet a guy, your eyes widen in shock only to meet your ex, Daniel. You and him were great couple back in high school but you caught him cheating with another girl at the hallway. You decided you don’t wanna see him and focus on your schoolwork. You got missed call and text message from him, when you saw him walk toward you, you show him the picture you took about him with another girl kissing each other. He was shock and try to make up excuses but you didn’t listen but slap him and walk away.

Now you see him again as a military soldier, you try to push him away but he held you tight. “Y/n listen I wanna talk to you.” He pleaded. “No! I don’t wanna listen to you after what you done to me since high school. If your girlfriend is here, go with her. Leave me the fuck alone!” Daniel try to hold you from breaking free but he was pull away cause him to let you go.

You look whoever is behind Daniel only to see Ghost and Gaz holding Daniel shoulders. “The lady said leave her alone.” You look over who’s behind you only to meet König, Soap, and Price. Daniel know who they are and he’s started to shake in fear.

“Take him to my office.” Gaz and Ghost nodded their heads and drag Daniel to Price office. “You okay?” König ask worry. You nod your head “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” Price pat your head “By the way, I check your results from training practice and we want you to be in our team.” You gaped in shock what you heard from him.

“R-Really?” He nod his head. You couldn’t help but hug him, Price didn’t mind and hug you back. You quickly pull back what you did “Sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Price chuckle “It’s fine. Now go back to your eating while me and my team are gonna have a talk with your ex.” He and his mens exit out the cafeteria. You hurry back to your seat and talk to your friend what happen.

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Price Office

The Task Force 141 stood front of Daniel who lay on the floor cover in bruises and scars. “W… what do you want?” He groan in pain. “You touch what’s ours.” Ghost growl. “And we don’t want you get closer to her.” König growl. “Who?!” Daniel yell. Soap knee down front of him “Y/n L/n” Daniel gasp in shock what Soap said.

“Her? Look what you saw is- Ah!” Soap break his wrist. “You don’t deserve her.” Gaz join in pull out his dagger and stab Daniel both ankles causing him to scream in pain. Daniel scream for help as loud as he can “Scream all you want but this room is soundproof.” Price puff out a smoke. Ghost and König join in too as they all work together killing Daniel.

[miss-multi45]

Hello again, peeps.

I'm redoing my intro post.

Hello, I'm Cassiopeia, you can shorten that down to whatever is good for you.

I will write for these Harry Potter characters:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Regulus Black

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Lorenzo Berkshire

I will write for these Creepypasta characters:

Jeff the Killer

Homicidal Liu and Sully

BEN_Drowned

Sally Williams

Lazari

Zalgo

Stripes

Lifeless Lucy

Ticci Toby

The Hooded Man/Hoodie

The Masked Man/Masky

X-Virus

Rouge/The Prowler and Wilson the Basher

Nurse Ann

Dr Pain

Dr Smiley

Eyeless Jack

KageKao

Jason the Toymaker

Candypop

Laughing Jack

Laughing Jill

Papa Grande de Magico

Nathan the Nobody

Clockwork

Nina the Killer

Jane Everlasting/Jane the Killer

Judge Angels

Bloody Painter

The Puppeteer

The Pianist

The Bartender 1941

Dark Link

Glitchy Red

The Cat Hunter

The Black Wolf

Frankie the Undead

The Chessmaster

Vine the Dollmaker

Kate the Chaser

Sam Williams

Zero

Emra

Suicide Sadie

The Roadwalker

Isaac Grossman

Candy Cane

April Fools

The Item Stealer

Lulu

Lily Kennent

Morivin

Drolsoir

I will write for these Call of Duty characters:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

John Price

König

Kim 'Horangi' Hong-jin

Alejandro Vargas

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Valeria Garza

Keegan P. Russ

Phillip Graves

Kate Laswell

Nikto

Krueger

I will write for these Lockwood and Co. characters:

Anthony Lockwood

Lucy Carlyle

George Karim

I will write for these Ghost members:

Dewdrop/Sodomizer

Swiss Army Ghoul/ Swiss

Rain

Phantom

Aether

Mountain

Cirrus

Cumulus

Aurora

Sunshine

Omega

Alpha

Ifrit

Mist

Zephyr

Terzo

Cardinal Copia

Any Papas

And era 1 and 2 ghouls

I will write for these Sleep Token members:

Vessel

II

III

IV

The Vesselettes

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Nanami Kento

Ino Takuma

Ryomen Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Shiu Kong

Uraume

Shoko Ieiri

Utahime

Maki Zenin

Nobara Kugisaki

Toge Inumaki

Noritoshi Kamo

Choso Kamo

Megumi Fushiguro

Yuuji Itadori

I will NOT write p*d*philia, zoophilia, rape, b**stiality. Or anything too gory, like, Black Christmas 2006 level gore or Terrifier level gore, because it makes me extremely uncomfortable. Any underage characters (Maki, Toge, Megumi, Yuuji, Nobara.) I will not write smut for. I headcanon BEN_DROWNED to be either 20 or 21.

I WILL write for angst, smut, fluff, crack (funny stuff), Incorrect Quotes, headcanons, scenarios, imagines (same as scenarios??), wholesome shit, and I will write matchups and create a scenario/headcanons with your oc as long as you describe them to me.

[superghfan]

The General Hospital audience has had some pretty strong opinions about Drew — after bedding his enemy, Nina — turning around and kissing her daughter, Willow. Aside from the “ick” factor of Drew’s romantic entanglement with mother and daughter, Willow is married to his nephew, Michael!

As it turns out, Drew’s portrayer, Cameron Mathison, was caught off guard by the unconventional, controversial plot twist as well! “I do understand why it’s touched such a nerve with the audience. It touches a nerve with me, too,” he admitted to Soap Opera Digest. “But I also think it’s a really good soap storyline.”

Generally speaking, Mathison pointed out, Drew is a stand-up guy, even if his moral compass is skewed at the moment. “He’s cheating on his nephew, in a way. There are things he’s doing that are not in line with who he is,” the actor said of his character’s flip-flopping between Nina and Willow. “It doesn’t make sense to the audience. But I think we all know that not everybody is perfect all the time.”

Mathison pointed out that while Drew tried to fight his feelings for the two women, he couldn’t help but be drawn to them both. “I think that’s like real life. I think sometimes stuff like this happens,” he mused. “I also think that sometimes these are the greatest love stories ever when it’s the most unexpected and surprising direction.”

“I don’t think he means for the two people he’s being intimate with to be related — it’s not like it was a conscious decision,” the GH star said in defense of his character.

While he understands how viewers might have been taken aback by Drew’s actions, Mathison noted that people doing out-of-character things makes for good daytime drama. As do mothers and daughters sharing a love interest! “It’s not the first time a story like this has been played,” he pointed out.

X

[spinning-stars]

COD MEN X WHAT CREEPYPASTA THEY USED TO LIKE.

Thought this would be a fun one.

For more content click- masterlist

Features- Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Gaz, Konig, and Rudy.

☠️Ghost- Hobo heart.

🧼Soap- He really liked Nina the Killer and splendormen.

🌹Alejandro- Smile dog, (scared Rudy with it for weeks)

👾Rudy- Ben drowned. (Loved the legend of Zelda)

⭐Gaz- I feel like he's a Ticci Toby kind of guy.

👑Konig- Nathan the Nobody.

Authors note- I wanted to write something small💞 Requests are open! Have a lovely day<3

[theromanticscrooge]

A Short Discussion About Classic Sims, The Nostalgic Living Dolls

Around 2004, the first iteration of The Sims was at the end of its life cycle as the biggest PC game on the market at the time and a juggernaut genre-starter (compared to the many different life sims and in-development options there are now).

'Dollhouse' was a very apt nickname for the early development days of the original Sims. The locked top-down perspective, the deliberate isometric environments with only so many perspectives a player can view their pixelated 'dolls' from, the blocky aesthetic of the 'dolls' themselves, as well as the limited interactions with the world and objects around them. These objects and environments were lovingly rendered and hold up decently well in the way a specific, careful stylization can.

Create a virtual pixel person and follow their journey through life to an (untimely) demise. The first Sims were immortal outside of tragic pool ladder accidents and getting bitten by unhappy guinea pigs among other various gruesome or hilariously cartoonish deaths.

Though, with the original Sims, the game was more about game-ifying the tight rope walk of work-life balance, if not an exercise as a vicarious 'American Dream.' The more expensive and higher-quality an item or the Sims' overall surroundings, the 'happier' they are according to how green their various needs bars are. While Sims slowly gained access to more quality of life additions beyond cushy objects, such as vacations, date venues, and furry friends, general life was such a grind that players cheated (through cheat codes, mods, or even in-game short cuts like getting their palm read) if they wanted to thoroughly explore and enjoy these new gameplay options vs just the needs balancing act. Even making and maintaining friendships was a grind. Outside NPC Sims are just as finicky as the playable ones. They just don't have as obviously visible needs indicators unless the situation is so desperate there's a flashing red thought bubble above their head.

While these Sims were engaging, whatever stories players assigned to them were woven together between the playful flavor text of in-game items or pop-up displays and the player's theater of the mind. Arguably, the more dynamic storytelling tools and mechanics so many players fell in love with started with Sims 2.

These next-generation Sims had a means of telling their god what they wanted through the slot-machine adjacent UI. For example, a fortune Sim happily reminds the player of their frivolous, extravagant shopping list with constant requests for luxury cars and the ever-more-expensive 'x' whether their current disposable income covered it or not. And don't forget the regular fourth wall breaks when a Sim looked up at that same god and complained, very vocally, about having to wash the dishes.

Also, Sims 2 has some of the most recognizable and iconic characters in the franchise. Pleasantview is especially notorious. The neighborhood Casanova Don Lothario is engaged to Cassandra Goth, the daughter of the richest man in town, Mortimer Goth. He's having an affair with Dina Caliente, a gold-digger, who is Mortimer Goth's young love interest and former sister-in-law. Not to mention, Don's also seeing Dina's twin sister Nina and neither one knows about him being involved with the other. That's just scratching the surface of the soap-operatic nonsense of Pleasantview's overall story.

Many Simmers have touched on the prompts that pop up when a player first enters the house of a pre-made Sim in one of the three playable neighborhoods from the Sims 2 base game: Pleasantview, Strangetown, or Veronaville. The prompts suggest the player invite the maid to hang out after her shift to kick off an extramarital affair or to use a gnarly-looking vacuum to suck up skill points from the nearby unwitting test subject. The prompts work in concert with whatever story this pre-made Sim or household has. It's a start to a sandbox choose-your-own adventure story as well as a unique means to introduce the player to what mechanics and chaos the game allows. Don Lothario's nonsense is a decent starting place for showcasing how many different romantic relationships a Sim could have as well as the consequences for cheating if they get caught.

There's so much attention to detail. Players glean further story details from poking around through a Sim's relationships panel, their memories, their family tree, the artfully crafted screenshots in their family's virtual scrapbook. In the classic "Bella was abducted by aliens" plotline, there's so much room for connecting the dots between the screenshot of Don and Bella on Don's condo rooftop, Don's memory of getting rejected for a make-out, the Caliente sisters having an extraterrestrial grandparent. There's enough of a story thread and parts to put together, it stirs the imagination. There's so many possibilities for what led to the game's present-day and so many different directions it could go from that present-day.

In a nutshell, the Sims 2 has the right mix of attention to detail and ambiguous, but engaging story threads that the characters and stories still captivate players 20 years later.

[macravishedbymactavish]

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C A L L O F D U T Y

MODERN WARFARE 2019

A L E X K E L L E R

Blood on My Hands // @uselsshuman

One of the first Alex Keller pieces I've read back in the day. I still remember being curled up falling asleep as this popped into my feed.

Convallaria Majalis // @nightingale-ghost-writer

(Tangent before we begin, I struggled typing the title of this fic. No joke)

Arguably one of my favourite Alex one shots. I keep gravitating back toward it, and re-reading. The sentence about "sweet boy, could it be you need me too?" Holds free real estate in my brain

Tessellate // @deadbranch

MDNI - filth with plot. But Price and younger American Price, Alex? Yes please, I'll take that fever dream

Various HC // @deadbranch

Some are so out of the box and gives him another layer to his humanity outside of "previous CIA operative and current Freedom Fighter". I love it.

MODERN WARFARE 2022

T A S K F O R C E 1 4 1

141 Family Universe // @uselsshuman

Lord, have mercy on my soul. This is too damn cute. It's extremely heartwarming. Watching their little families grow.

J O H N "S O A P" M A C T A V I S H

Don't Blame Me // @bloodyknucklesforme

Soap x F!OC, "Nina". I initially read this on AO3, and found it here incidentally. The author continues to post little snippets about their lives.

S I M O N "G H O S T" R I L E Y

The Captain // @as-is-above-so-below

(Link is to their general fanfic taglist).

It's been months since I initially read this, but I can still remember key moments that bring varying emotions (ex. "We're having a baby! We're having a baby!" And "I can't push, not again").

Dad! Ghost // @nsharks

I found this amazing little trilogy one night while scrolling for Soap fluff and holy crow. Am I happy I did. Exploring both sides of Mr. Riley (Ghost and Simon) and how the lines eventually blur. Feat. Uncle Johnny and his new best friend: Simon's wife.

K Y L E "G A Z" G A R R I C K

C A P T A I N J O H N P R I C E

Tessellate // @deadbranch

MDNI - filth with plot. But Price and younger American Price, Alex? Yes please, I'll take that fever dream

GHOSTS

L O G A N W A L K E R

D A V I D "H E S H" W A L K E R

Warm Blankets // @uselsshuman

Hear me out. Warm, cuddly, slow mornings with Hesh and Riley. (Sign me up, RIGHT NOW)

K E E G A N P (????) R U S S

CHARACTER X CHARACTER AO3

Into the Fray // Tofu_Ghost - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker

The cholula conversation had me in tears (and moreso when my dude bought us cholula without knowing). And Logan listens to the Twilight soundtrack when he's sad

Discovering Kinks // samithemunchkin - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker

MDNI - drunk Keegan and selectively mute Logan learning intimate details about themselves during an intimate time

Heaven Called (Hell Sent) // defiantdevi - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker, Ghost x Soap

Reaper!AU, not gonna lie this one hurt a bit.

Brothers Keeper // emianium - Logan Walker x Hesh Walker (familial)

This one hurt a lot.

[dhampiravidi]

platonic connections wishlist (long)

Jayn: Gotham-based vigilantes especially Nightwing, the Gotham City Sirens*, the Justice League* (DC Comics); Simon Bassett* (Bridgerton); James Valdez* (Queen of the South-US); Alina Starkov, Nina Zenik*, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa (The Grishaverse).

Naela: Tyrion Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, (ASOIAF/GOT); Chaotic Good & Lawful Evil characters (D&D)

Achilles: gods from Hellenic myth*, Arthurian knights* (Mythology); Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Captain Price, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König (Call of Duty); Astarion or any D&D characters (D&D); Gambit*, Mystique, Wolverine*, Storm, any Avengers (Marvel)

Jasmine: Iron Man, Loki*, Wolverine, Brunhilde (Marvel); Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane*, the half-fey Blackthorns, Kieran Kingson (Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Skadi: Brunhilde, Black Widow, Spider-Man*, Winter Soldier* (Marvel); Simon "Ghost" Riley*, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Farah Karim (Call of Duty); Karlach (D&D)

Oraia: Emma Frost, Loki, Iron Man, She-Hulk, X-Men in general* (Marvel); Philippe (Versailles), anyone (The Old Guard), Jack Sparrow* (POTC); most characters (Shadowhunter Chronicles); werewolves, vampires, fey (urban fantasy); Artemis*, Hestia, Bast*, Isis/Aset, sea nymphs, heroes (Mythology)

Hestia: Cyclops, Iceman, Jean Grey, Storm, Wolverine, Spider-Man, Venom (Marvel); young!Coriolanus Snow, Katniss Everdeen, Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games)

Rose: Zatanna, Constantine, Dr. Fate, Raven (DC Comics)

Aurelia: The Marauders--especially Sirius & Remus!, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, prominent Order members and/or Death Eaters, any cool people from the Marauders/Golden Trio eras (Harry Potter)

Rela: Din Djarin*, Grogu, Obi-Wan (Star Wars)

Zehara: Sokka, Suki*, Korra, Tenzin (Avatar: TLA & LOK)

Eugenia: Bonnie Bennett (Vampire Diaries); Hellenic deities (Mythology); werewolves, vampires, fey (urban fantasy); Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Fantomex: ngl he'll flirt even if it's just platonic but Storm, Wolverine, Monet St. Croix (Marvel)

Renée: Gambit, Mystique, Fantomex, Storm, Quicksilver, Wolverine, Daken, Loki, basically anybody who's had dubious morals from time to time (Marvel); Nightwing, Wonder Woman, Superwoman (DC Comics)

Shayera: DCAU!Wally, Wonder Woman, Black Canary (DC Comics)

Mu Lan: Simon Bassett (Bridgerton); any people who are unfazed by Strong Independent Women 😁 especially those from eras other than the modern one...

Lady Gotham: Gotham vigilantes especially Batman, Red Hood (or Robin!Jason), Nightwing, Batgirl (Cassandra Cain)...also magic users like Swamp Thing, Constantine, Zatanna, The Spectre, Etrigan (DC Comics); wouldn't mind crossovers like something with Doctor Strange, Ghost Rider, Loki (Marvel)

-- an asterisk means "zomg I've been wanting this forever!" --

thanks for reading!

[macravishedbymactavish]

I can't believe I forgot to add @bloodyknucklesforme (I'm dense every so often, my apologies). Their Don't Blame Me fic on AO3 (Soap x OC, Nina) has a very special place in my heart. Along with all the drabbles and thoughts they post about those two.

(Sorry again for forgetting, I was drifting in and out of sleep between my alarms this morning when I remembered my favourite OC fic wasn't on the rec list)

Loving to see new authors and creators in the COD fandom, but please, please, stop saying the fandom is dying.

Comments like: there's no content for X character, why y'all sleeping on X, or I've started writing X cause there's nothing out there, meanwhile A03 just had a new fic updated in the same day, or fanart was uploaded to tumblr the previous day...well, it's like stomping on and ignoring all the amazing works out there already. And that hurts the creators, people.

And for Ghosts...the game has been out since 2013. It has been 10 years and there are still people creating, writing, developing OCs and so on. We have some of the original fic authors from 2013 with us, still creating, still uplifting people's works.

Stop complaining about what you think isn't there, and start entering the fandom with open eyes and some willingness to use the search bar. Appreciate what is already out there and then add your own touch. Otherwise, you'll drive other creators away.