#alejandro aura

[ma-pi-ma]

Andrai a piedi nudi

la domenica,

ti santificherò,

ti renderò felice.

Gireremo

per casa

— ci metteremo dei tappeti —

e tireremo le tende

per far entrare il sole.

Berremo birra

e faremo il bagno.

A pranzo

accenderemo la radio

e con le notizie

dall'Inghilterra

e da Beirut

ti bacerò sulla bocca.

Metterò il palmo delle mani

sulla tua pelle

e tu metterai

sulle mie mani

il palmo delle tue.

Domenica ci ameremo

che c'è così tanta luce.

Alejandro Aura, Domenica, da Poesia 1963-1993, 1998

[ikram1909]

Nico Williams on insta story 😍

[crows4luna]

DANCING WITH ANOTHER GUY TO MAKE HIM JEALOUS.  ﹒˚ ₊ ︵ LOVE & DEEPSPACE EDITION.

mature, suggestive content. explicit content in zayne's section (fingering, nipple play, teasing, pussy slapping). possessive caleb, brief mention of bondage. mentions of miscommunication, disagreements, generally being petty. set in a nightclub. slightly toxic? i think? everything is consensual! reader is gn!afab. reader is not mc but works in the respective fields of their own position (xavier's and sylus' sections). xavier and rafayel's sections are the least horny. sorry, i tried. unedited. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀now playing: lokera - rauw alejandro, lyanno, brray [ author's note ] thank you so much @ivohex for helping me brainstorm a little more for xavier's and caleb's sections. also, if anyone has rauw alejandro tickets, please hmu. tysm.

Subtle, strobing lights make the dark intimacy all the more enticing. A beautiful gradient that casts over the bodies that meld with one another in the dark. Beneath them is a fluorescent square platform, following similar color switch patterns as the neon lights above. Those who move on this illuminated island are either drunk, tipsy, or—looking for something with bold intentions.

And bold, you are.

You stand near the middle among these half-inebriated bodies, in a position that makes you secure enough to be within a keen line of sight across the bar. It’s intentional, of course. The music that booms throughout the venue is like a natural, instant spell. Each song that shuffles through is a repetition of a dembow riddim, accompanied by a backing track of pop and R&B instrumentals mixed together.

Naturally, your hips lead a sultry sway. Your body is captivated by the nightclub’s inviting aura, melding with the beat like it’s moving you. A dance that heightens your own enjoyment of the night that’s bound to be filled with opportunity.

Tonight—you’re wearing an outfit skimpier than you’re used to. Showing more skin than you would ever bare on any other night.

And your partner’s here.

But it’s not him who’s pressed up against you from behind. There’s an emboldening heat between yourself and the stranger grinding against you, moving in that same natural gyration. His hands on your waist, squeezing the flesh as you two circle and move as one.

You glance up within that keen line of sight—wearing a hazy, teasing smirk—meeting your significant other’s eyes across the room. Even with the stranger damn near close to bursting in his pants, his hardening bulge grinding up and down against your ass—the only people who exist in this intense atmosphere being yourself and the man you always go home with.

XAVIER - You two were here on a whim to join your coworkers on a night out. It was a spot that had been pointed out by Tara, begging her tight-knit bonds within the Association to ‘let loose for one night.’ - Disagreements were bound to take place between partners, but the light air of tension between you both had been a result of small misunderstanding. He had promised you could accompany him on a mission that was said to be a little bit more precarious. Yet he went alone. - He knows this sight right now was your way of getting back at him. - He gets it. Sure. - But his hand clenches tighter around the glass in hand, ice tumbling and clinking as the liquor inside begins to tumble like a troubled wave. Unknown to him, his jaw is clenched tighter than it ever has. And if anyone knew Xavier better than his usual, composed demeanor, nothing would have been amiss. - You’re always stunning. You’re the most beautiful person to him, and he’s seen you, embraced you in all of your glory. That’s why he finds it unfair that you look as pretty as ever, allowing some random stranger to touch you in a way that only he can. - The glass shatters into pieces—and his tense fingers clench around nothing but the air. - And you’re giggling at the sight. You’re enjoying yourself heartily, feeling a thrum of warmth course between your thighs as Xavier takes an eased stride onto the platform. - You’ve already loosened your grip on the stranger just slightly, giving your partner the ample room to pull away the guy and taking his place. Xavier is stiff at first, but his grip relaxes while keeping a firmer hold on you. - “They already have a dance partner. Find someone else.”

RAFAYEL - The after party following his new gallery opening is handled and arranged by Thomas (surprisingly). Rafayel takes his kindness in good stride. - Yet the artist struggles to enjoy his evening at all. It’s to the point where he’s dissatisfied with the selection of paintings he had for the gallery. He makes a mental note to go over them again, rearrange the space later on so that he’s satisfied. - His biggest gripe isn’t the paintings, though. He realizes it now that the earlier disagreement between you two should’ve been handled better. He misses the normal, casual banter with you, and he hasn’t had ample time to properly whisk you away and apologize. - You’re not holding a grudge against him, but— - You do feel excitement at the thought of him taking the lead. Making the first move tonight. - And Rafayel gets it. It’s why he’s casual, leaned back against the bar as he watches you get lost to the music—as the man behind you is very apparent in fantasizing about taking you home for the night. - Fat chance, the artist thinks. The thought remains when he matches your own playful smile, subtly lifting his hand, in the motion that he would be adjusting his cuff links. - You know each other’s antics already—and you let out a giggle as you make slight distance between yourself and the stranger. Within that same split second, Rafayel snaps his fingers—enjoying how a flame singes the other man’s pant hem, causing him to instantly distance himself as he sputters in panic.

CALEB - It doesn’t take you long to understand that he is seething. The pinch of his brows, slight twitch of the corner of his lips, and a vein damn near outlining on his forehead. - Good. It’s what you wanted anyway. Another petty jest on your end just to rile him up. It’s a fun game, the way you two work together. - Caleb has never once bat an eyelash towards anyone else but you. Yet in the time you were apart, in the time he knew he fucked up and should’ve reached out sooner, you’ve learned how to have your fun. - Don’t get him wrong, he’s absolutely heated in every way possible. You look ready for the taking more than anything tonight—but the sight of that man’s hands on your hips is all that he can focus on. Caleb doesn’t hear a damn thing his colleague is blabbering about. - His teeth might just break from how hard he’s grinding them against each other, hidden behind a forced smile he can no longer maintain. All the while, another vein pops. You’re laughing, knowing how miserable he is seeing this. - He could easily walk up to you, make a scene, and take you into a dark corner and remind you who you belong to. But this was supposed to be a fun occasion. You’ll end up going back with him anyway—and he knows which tie he wants to blindfold you with when he takes you tonight. - Caleb would rather make that happen now. - He subtly lifts his hand with a flick of his fingers—and the stranger you’re dancing with is suddenly pulled back by his pant leg, falling back onto the dancefloor. It startles the other patrons, helping him stand as you walk away with ignorance. You mirror the satisfied smile on his face as you walk towards him—ready to be his for the rest of the night.

SYLUS - It became routine for you two to take on missions together whenever it was something that required going undercover or bringing a plus one. Nightclubs in the N109 Zone were a sleazy but vibrant scene, making the venue all the more intimate when you both stepped foot inside. - Sylus was efficient as ever in handling his task, another arrangement having gone smoothly. He doesn’t have to kill anyone tonight. - Or so he thought. - It’s rare you’re ever in this kind of scene, even more so that you dress for this occasion. Who would you be if you didn’t have your own fun? Especially when it came to riling up your beloved. Between you two, it stirs the very heat needed when you’d like him to be a little more rough. - Sure enough—Sylus is positively seething despite the too calm expression that makes his striking features tense. The look in his eyes is one you’ve come to recognize; it’s the same ferocity that his enemies see in their final moments. - The slightest smirk quirks up on his lips. You’re being cheeky tonight, he thinks. He doesn’t tear his gaze away from your own—ogling him, beckoning him over without a word. - His sharp eyes notice how the man behind you has squeezed your hips a bit tighter, like he doesn’t want to let go. You indulge in it, grinding your ass back into the stranger harder—and that’s all it takes for Sylus to finally prop himself up from the bar. - No, he hadn’t planned on harming anyone at all. He’s a good, morally-abiding citizen. - But oh… the things he was planning to do you. Perhaps keeping you up until the morning was a fair punishment.

ZAYNE - You should have known better by now that your games with him always end up in his victory. - You don’t ever look away from one another as the stranger continues to grind against you, oblivious to the tension and how this was all just an act. But you wonder why Zayne is as calm as he normally is. Eased, relaxed, with no drink in hand. - No, it bothers you. - Your initial, teasing smile begins to soften, and you’re becoming desperate. Your half-lidded eyes now slightly wider, while you jut your bottom lip into a pathetic pout. You’re losing, and your frustration about it makes Zayne smile, ever so slightly. - Your partner eventually pulls away, muttering something about going to get a drink. Just as he turns his back to head towards the opposite side where another bar stands—you feel a familiar, calloused palm tug your wrist, leading you out of the club. - You barely have time to process anything—when Zayne pushes you onto your back against the backseat cushions. He grips your calves, instantly folding your legs back as he slots in between your thighs. - He pants against your throat, humming in satisfaction as his trained hand instantly finds your slicked folds. You gasp for air, instantly weakening beneath him. Your back arches as he presses and circles his fingers into your aching flesh. - “Zayne… Zayne, I—please—please—oh!” You chant his name hurriedly, breathless as you grind into his hand sloppily. - But in trying to chase your pleasure, Zayne retracts his fingers just as fast as he found your skin. His palm strikes against your pussy, drawing a surprised yelp from you. You cry out a whimper, trying to reach out to your lover—and his hand strikes the same spot again. - “What if I just left you like this, hm?” The doctor breathes huskily into your ear, nipping your lobe between his teeth. He groans as his fingers easily slide into you, his low chuckle vibrating against your neck. - His other hand comes forward to expose your chest, instantly latching his lips onto a nipple. You moan out loud into the cramped darkness, more needy than you ever have been. “Ah… agh, fuck… Zayne, I’m sor—” - “How about you go right back into that building, and give him another dance, hm? Just like this.” - You can only whine at this point, huffing with such intense arousal it makes you look pathetic. Zayne is relishing in it, you can feel his smirk against your breast as he flattens his tongue against opposite nipple this time. - “That’s what I thought.”

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Summer With Them

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ׂׂૢ Y’all have no idea how much i hate summer i defrost from vampire to weird nerd -1000 aura points or whatever they’re saying on the clock app

Anyways i finished this while at the laundromat

Ghost

Prefers summer nights to summer days or evenings

Sits on the porch at night with you listening to the cicadas sing

And during this time you can’t take showers together bc he won’t let you adjust the temperature, he takes his showers ice cold

Don’t ask me where I get this from but he vibes with that one Type O Negative song bc according to him it gives “summer” (iykyk)

Prob has sun sensitivity

Cannot leave the house without his sunglasses

And he avoids driving when the sun’s too bright

Soap

Bastard who enjoys summer #1

He likes summer because it means going down to the beach and showing off his muscles that stay clothed under uniform throughout the year

Wants to buy swimming trunks that’ll match your swimwear

He likes joining teens in volleyball and flying kites with kids

Loves going on walks on the beach at dawn and dusk

He once gave you a bad scare when making you think the dolphin fin in the water was a shark

Even if you’re at home he’ll drag you out of bed to join his morning walk and evening walks after dinner

Gaz

He’s content with summer

Will come up with tons of things to do

Picnics he prepares every weekend

Cloud watching

Catching fireflies in a jar and setting them free all at once to see them glow

Running his fingers through your hair as the breeze blows

Making lemonade together to stay cool outside

Buys a vintage camera to take lots of pics of you

On every evening walk you take together he picks something small like a leaf or flower and saves it

At the end of the season he gets everything together and creates a page in his scrapbook

Alejandro

Bastard who enjoys summer #2

He likes the feel of summer breeze on his bare skin and you look forward to seeing that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Likes to sleep with the windows open at night

Blasts music

Carne asadas

Frequents the local ice cream shops to buy mangonadas

Throughout the entire summer your kitchen has fruits of all kind that he eats with tajin

Will take you for a drive around in his truck and then find a quiet little spot like a lake or mountain to park and sit on the truck bed watching the sky

Phillip Graves

Sits outside with sunglasses on and beer in hand

Calls for you to come out and sit with him to watch the sunset

Cookouts

Anytime you complain of the heat you better hope he’s not around to yap your ear off about some anecdote from when he was a child

“It’s hot” “Ain’t that hot” he responds whilst his face is sunburned bc he refuses to wear sunscreen

Will only wear sunscreen if you are able to catch him before he goes outside and apply it for him

Keegan

It seems like summer evenings are the perfect time to do stuff

For some reason likes to do things shirtless in summer: yard/garden work, mowing the lawn, washing the car..

You set up a chair on the porch to watch him

Falling asleep on a soft patch of grass under the shade of a tree

Will start a bonfire and sit around it with you for hours into the late hours of the night

Sometimes you’ll stay out so late with him that both of you fall asleep

König

He’s not fond of summer

Would prefer to stay inside but if you want to he’ll go out as well

Sprawls on the floor with the fan on

He’ll drive where you want to go and then sit in the car watching you

Prob keeps ice packs in a cooler to keep cool when going outside for a long time

He’d rather be outside when the sun starts to set and the sky turns orange

Sets up a hammock

Afternoon naps on the hammock with the gentle sway of the wind

Horangi

He likes summer and prepares for it

Just imagine him getting out a little backpack with a sunhat, sunglasses, sunscreen, water bottle, umbrella, cooling sleeves, etc…

That’s not for him tho that’s for you he puts on sunglasses and is good to go

During summer he loves going to markets and buying fruit bc that’s when it’s best

Lots of strawberries, grapes and tangerines

Constantly reminds you to wear sun protection

He likes being outside a lot actually and will take you to his favorite parks and places to hike

Nikto

The change of seasons does not affect him much

He’ll notice the change of weather one day and mention how much warmer it is

“It’s summer” “Oh, we should go camping soon…”

He’ll take you camping whether you like it or not insisting that you will like it

Sets a tent near the river to catch fish

He also likes to plant vegetables during the nice weather and bring them to you, proudly showing off his hard work rewarded

He likes to cook meals together and eat outside

[httpsseli]

cautious ✿; pablo gavira

;plot. a dinner night leaves off with a special tip.

;warnings. smut!! minors shoo! use of spanish language, the word papi does get used on this fanfic! oral sex(male receiving), squirting, sexting, car sex and a possible of public sex.

authors note// hiii! this is my first ever fanfic on this app, decided to move my work here, i do apologize if this is long.

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tonight was team dinner, the whole team would show up with their girlfriends. now heading to the restaurant with your boyfriend, gavi, you were in the passenger seat watching over him like a baby. chatting and being touchy over small things, the two of you in love like teenagers. “i’m pretty sure things will be okay amorcito, nothing wrong at dinner.” you spoke, looking at him. “we always get teased! it’s not fair at all!” he said, gripping on the wheel. the gps now speaking about 10 minutes away from the restaurant.

after parking the car and a few make outs, you and gavi arrived at the restaurant. you both got out of the car, he held your lower back as the two of you walked inside, from a distance away you saw the team already chatting and laughing, you were glad to see mikky, frenkies girlfriend. you heard a “follow me” from the waitress, gavi held onto your waist both you and him walking to the dining area. “y/n and gavi..aren’t we surprised you two are late..” pedri joked as he chuckled, “haha very funny gonzález.” gavi rolled his eyes, you looked down slightly snickering. you walked over to take your seat in front of gavi, you smiled at him.

“aren’t just the two of you full of love..” frenkie said, you blushed heavily. you looked up at gavi, whose adam apple was bobbing out, leaning back against the chair in his white shirt. you bit your bottom lip, mikky shook your shoulder as your senses returned. “hm? what’s wrong?” you said, and she slightly laughed. “they were asking questions, that’s it..” she said, you smiled. you slightly stood up, holding onto your dress from your thighs.

“so y/n, how has gavi been..” alejandro spoke, you choked on your whine, “f-fine..he’s very lovely and just an amazing boyfriend.” you spoke, gavi smiled at you, the team letting out a few “aw’s”. fermín chuckling, “he has to be amazing at something else..” your face gets red, and gavi glares at fermín causing the table to laugh.

“i’ll be back..” you said, gavi looked at you, and you smiled before you excused yourself. you walked to the bathroom, you sighed in relief at being stuck with a horny you. you went into a stall, closed yourself inside, and being the sneakiest girl..you took pictures of your thighs. even took a video of you playing with your tits, you smiled like a kid that just stole candy. you pulled the top of your dress, opening gavis messages between you and him.

you sent a small message.

you: surprise ;)

gavi: you’re so wrong for this y/n. my god you look so fucking breathtaking..

you: i need you papi..

gavi: later.

you quickly got up, flushing the toilet and washing your hands. drying them, you opened the door walking back to the dining area, where now you’re in front of gavi. he looked at you, his eyes darker under the mix of yellow and orange aura, the two of you making eye contact. you winked at him, as he bit the inside of his cheek shaking his head, you watched a smirk form in his face.

the night was just getting started..

-

after dinner, chats and chuckles. “gavi, can i order something..” you said teasingly, you cupped your cheeks, letting your elbows rest on the table leaning in closely. you looked at him with doe eyes, he bit his lip. “anything for you amor..” he said, you smiled before sitting back properly. gavi looked at you while he was talking with balde. the boy’s eyes got darker. you waited for your dessert, still talking to mikky. “oh thank you!” you said, once your plate was in front of you. “you could share..” she said, you laughed. “girl your plate is right in front of you!” you said, she widened her eyes. “oh right sorry!” she said laughing.

you had gotten a small chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream on top, a small chocolate shell covering the top. with your spoon you went straight in, gavi watched you for a few moments, and you picked up the ice cream on your spoon from the small cake, you licked the ice cream placing it in your mouth, the coldness hitting the insides of your mouth. you swirled your tongue around the spoon, swallowing the ice cream. gavi bit his bottom lip, you smirked slightly as your foot dragged up to his calf, gavi turned quiet not saying a single thing.

you quietly giggled, your leg rising upward now this being your one shot, your foot rubbed on his crotch. he groaned quietly, and you continued eating the small pastry pretending as if nothing was going on under the table. the two of you making eye contact, he watched your lips wrap around the spoon, the use of your tongue onto the silverware. his dick hardening under the fabric of his shapewear, you bit down on the utensil.

you winked at him, leg rubbing up and down against his boner. he bit down on his lip, glaring at you. you smiled one last time, setting your foot down after the minutes of crotch rubbing and teasing.

-

after long conversations and a few portions of pastries, dinner with the team was over. you were currently talking with mikky and sara, about a few plans or gossip that was interesting to you. “well, i have to get going! i’m not sure who is driving and stuff..” you said, mikky and sara both smiled at you. “well, it was nice catching up with you y/n! i’ll see you later!” mikky waved. sara hugged you, “well, good luck driving with him! i heard from the others that he drives pretty intense..” she said, and you giggled. “thank you for the warning, i’ll see you soon!” you said, she waved at you before you turned around.

gavi held your waist, “let’s go now.” he said, and you nodded.

the drive is quiet, the sound of the ac being slightly high, the cold air hitting your chest as the cardigan was doing as much. you were watching the road, hoping to stay awake for as long as you could, gavis hand slowly traced to your inner thigh. you cleared your throat, holding in any explicit sounds. his fingers crossed over to your core, still driving. “no panties? my, my, my..what a sneaky ‘lil girl..” he said beginning to rub his fingers in between your wet folds, you quickly responded with a whimper.

“gavi…” you gasped out, a finger gathering up your dewiness oozing out, he spread your stickiness around your clit.

within seconds, he slipped his finger inside of your opening. just as you grew wetter, he began to finger you slowly. his fingers dragging out of you haltingly, lucid and erotic noises coming from your vocal chord. you leaned your head back against the seat, leaning your body closer to his fingers into a deeper position. he continued thrusting his fingers into your slickness, your vocals increasing. turning into small begs and moans of gavis name.

“more?” he spoke, gripping onto the wheel.

“yes, please.” you cried out, another finger being added to your filth.

you gripped onto the seat, he gripped onto the wheel tighter parking the car into an underground garage. his fingers slipping out, a whine coming out of your throat. “what! why’d you stop!” your hands in the air.

“backseat. now.” he spoke, you quickly undid your seatbelt, getting on your fours. “hey!” you yelled, his hands gripping the delight sensitive skin from your hips. his other hand coming in contact with your skin, giving it a small slap. you chewed down on your lip with the top of your teeth, another smack came in the meeting. only this time, harder.

you slapped his hand off, finally crawling to the back. your bottom sitting on the side of the passenger seat, gavi then made his way to the back. instantaneously, you crawled over to your boyfriend's lap, your dewiness damping the material of his jeans. gavi pulled you closer, throwing yourself on him. the two of you’s lips crashed down, kissing each other lustfully and desperately, a small whine leaving his lips. your hands cupping his cheeks, meanwhile your fingers in his hair curling against his scalp, his hands tightly holding your waist, fingertips scrunching your dress.

as the two of you made out, your hands carried themselves away down to the hem of his white tee. his lips parted from yours, he took his shirt off.

the sight making you bite your lip, your mouth slightly watering. gavi’s hands tightly running up your chest, eyes looking up with you, the parking lot light making his brown eyes shine with a small sparkle. “my pretty girl..take this off for me? hm?” he said, you took the white cardigan, exposing your shoulders. you pulled the straps down, letting the straps fall slowly.

your boyfriend watched the top fall off your chest, your perky tits on display. you tugged it off, with how short your height was you managed to strip the rest in front of him. slowly getting on your knees, hand rubbing his noticeable bulge, you unbuttoned his jeans pulling his bottoms down, your hands finding the waistband. Letting his cock rest against his tummy. “not just going to suck itself pretty especially with those eyes.” he said, you nodded.

your hand jerking up to his veiny length, you spat down. letting your wet coat around his heat, you wrapped your mouth around the head, he groaned loudly letting his head fall back onto the seat. you slightly snickered at how quick the contact was for him to react, within minutes you began to bobble your head slowly. he held onto the top of your head, grunting and whimpering. your tongue wandering its way around, inhaling the smell and the sweet taste of him, your eyes turning red, swelling up with tears from the base.

he pulled on your hair, pulling you away from his cock. gavi knew you couldn’t pretty much deep throat him, even after time after time of trying, you were never able to, he looked down at you. wiping off your salivation, you immediately crawled onto his lap. holding onto his shoulders for leverage, you sunk yourself down. “god,” he groaned, and you began to leap yourself onto him. your pussy dripping, slowly onto him.

his hands gripping your hips tightly, groaning and grunting. your hand holding onto his jaw, moaning uncontrollably, whimpering by the stretch of him. yours and gavis heavy breathing and panting causing the two of you to sweat after he had turned the car off.

moments later, you kissed him sloppily, whiny moaning into his mouth. the two of you sharing a desperate, sexual kiss. your fingers curling onto his jaw, immediately picking up your pace hopping onto him faster. “always riding me so good, pretty girl.” , “oh..you feel so good papi..” you moaned out, he cupped your ass cheek, guiding you through it.

you began getting tired, pushing you down. he thrusted his hips up, causing you to cry out, holding onto his shoulder. your right hand, slamming onto the window. your fingertips slightly twitching and sliding down against the glass that was slowly evaporating. you continued bouncing up most times, your hair was nearly wet, “si..si amor..” you moaned louder, the praising causing gavi to twitch inside you.

he thrusted up quicker hitting the sweet spot, causing you to gasp, you saw white in your vision. you leaned closer to him, your chest just inches away from his face. “i’m close..” you whined, your other hand gripping onto the back of his neck. he chuckled, taking his free hand, tracing it down to your clit. his fingers began rubbing above your folds, and you gasped again, mouth hanging open.

you gripped tighter onto his neck, hand smacking onto the window, leaving a print as you let yourself go.

he grabbed your waist, throwing you down onto the seat. throwing your legs onto his shoulder, your chest heaving rapidly. “god!” you cried out, his pace going quicker than he was. the car was filled with skin slapping, heavy breathing, cries, and grunts. most lastly, the following sounds of your pussy gushing.

“fuck!” you cried out, squirting out, your fluids jumping around like a waterfall. gavi pulled out, stroking himself, he moaned and grunted, before he fell down onto you. “that was..”, “amazing and.. definitely.. needed.” he said, between heavy breathing, you breathlessly laughed. you caressed his back.

“now what..” he said, and you looked down, kissing his lips. “now we share a sweaty cuddle moment!” you said. he giggled laying his head on your sticky chest.

[sillygoose343]

COD But If They Were Gen Z Brainrot Things

COD but if they're brainrot. (I don't know what possessed me to do this, uni exams are causing me to tweak).

I formally apologise to: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Nikolai, Phillip Graves, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Vladimir Makarov

i did NOT take this seriously 🥴im jit yapping

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

Ghost - monday left me broken

Soap's dead, Roach's dead, Mara's dead (in the mobile comics), monday left him broken.

If I were to recount *all* of the shit that he had to go through, I would be here for awhile but I know we know what our Ghost had experienced, he's broken but he's still kicking! Onto Tuesday, Wednesday!

So I think it's a fair assessment for him to be monday left me broken

I also think he listens to the song unironically sometimes

Captain Price - smurf cat

Do I really have to explain this one?

I guess COD nation sees Papa Smurf in him but the thing about smurf cat is that it has a hat, therefore it must be Price

The resemblance is uncanny sometimes (it's just a hat)

i don't have much to say, it's literally just appearance-based for this one

Soap - prime and lunchly

soap is the type of guy to walk into the recording studio and come out with "from the screen, to the ring, to the pen, to the king, where's my crown? that's my bling, always drama, when i ring. see i believe that if i see it in my heart, smash through the ceiling, 'cause i'm reaching for the stars." look me in my metaphorical eyes and tell me im wrong

he would be guzzling down the cherry freeze after a long hard day of training

he likes his cheese drippy bruh

he kinda looks like haley welch if you squint

Gaz - gaining aura

I LOVE GAZ RAAAAH

Look at him? He literally can't physically lose aura?

I'm biased towards Gaz

Even breathing can earn this man aura, there is something innately charismatic and charming about Gaz to the point that even if he trips on air or accidentally walks around with an open bag, typically aura-losing activities, he just wouldn't lose any.

Look at him

He is Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Roach - cooked

well, technically, 'cooked' typically indicates that a food item has been processed through fire, at least usually

but i guess this is using the brainrot terminology, still, that changes nothing

cooked in brainrot means to be struggling, done for or that the situation is just bad, the entire brazilian militia being after his ass after he fell from the roof was one of his most iconic moments, he had many cooked moments in the campaign but that one truly defined him, he was, in fact, cooked

literally and figuratively

Laswell - galvanised square steel

galvanised square steel is an extremely durable material, is able to transform even the smallest 1mx1m square apartment into a fully functional multi-purpose home with the assistance of eco-friendly wood veneers and

as ghost put it, "laswell's still solid as a rock" except, she's as solid as galvanised square steel

she's reliable, resilient and shes like the foundation as the galvanised square steel while 141 is like the eco-friendly wood veneers

Alejandro - oil up

one could say that all men in cod could represent 'oil up' but i think alejandro embodies the 'oil up' phrase

im actually just straight tweaking when i say this but i think he'd have a similar community to orange peanut's if he ever became an influencer, like different content but his comment section would be filled with 'when are you going to oil up'

i also think he'd be the kind of guy to gladly oil up on request, granted there was an ample amount of oil

Rodolfo - livvy dunne

rudy doesn't really strike me as a rizzer more like a rizzee (im tweaking so hard right now)

he seems like the type of guy to get rizzed up by baby gronk and then promptly train for his gymnastics or something

there's not much to comment on here, just that he looks like the type of guy to be rizzed

Nikolai - metal pipe sound effect

nikolai is unique in the sense that i think he encapsulates the metal pipe sound effect rather than a phrase or a brainrot figure

i have a feeling that during violence and timing gaz would agree with me

i have a feeling that the butcher in mw2019 would also agree with me

he's a menace but no brainrot compilation is the same without the metal pipe sound effect so :333

Phillip Graves - only in ohio

that gif shows up when i search for ohio

i feel like this one is very self-explanatory

in some instances gyatt and ohio can be used interchangeably so i would also consider him having the dual position of embodying gyatt and ohio at the same time, lucky bloke

König - alpha wolf

furry könig skin

furry wolf skin, no further commentary needed

Horangi - 99% of gamblers quit before they hit big

that is just what he did

Makarov - skibidi toilet

we have all seen the smile skin

skibidi toilet is evil incarnate, poisoning the minds of the children, even in the lore of skibidi toilet it is evil and direct antagonistic villains towards camera head people, sounds just like makarov

the smile skin is like the mould on lunchly cheese, its the outward thing you see but the evil of skibidi toilet like makarovs evil is like the mould spores inside the cheese

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it is now nearly 3am, im so failing my histology class man

[icyg4l]

PAC: What Do You Need to Let Go Of?

Hello beautiful people! Today is Saturday aka Saturn Day. In honor of Saturn Day, the day associated with banishment, protection and responsibility. Today is the day we let go of what no longer serves us; the day where we can no longer ignore what sits heavy on our spirits. So without further ado, please choose your Saturn.

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Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-6)

PILE ONE: “No More Mr. Nice Guy” is what I heard. I feel like you tend to have a lot of love & compassion for people. This doesn’t necessarily translate over to the other person/people though. You need to stop being so nice, Pile One. I think you have a lot of growing up to do. There is good and bad in everyone but what really matters is how this person makes you feel. Stop caring about the feelings of other people if you aren’t going to take yourself into consideration. This is why you always get taken advantage of. It’s okay to be a moody bitch sometimes. Having a sunny disposition 24/7 just isn’t realistic. Don’t act naive when you know the truth about certain situations. Move intentionally and with wisdom. If you don’t think they won’t do that, think again.

Cards Used: The Star, King of Cups, 7 of Cups, The Fool, The Moon, The Tower, Judgment.

PILE TWO: The movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind may resonate with you. I feel like you need to let go of your ex, seriously. You don’t have to forget about them but you do need to move past this person. They have caused much turmoil in your life, especially when it comes to your mental health. They could have indirectly negatively affected your finances as well. But there is someone else who is on the horizon. They want you to see the bigger picture. They want to show you better. If you have been writing notes about what you would like to see in your future partner, expect for these qualities to show up in someone that will soon approach you. They have a beautiful, colorful aura and they will let you shine. Your ex fucked you up bad but you can recover from this. Don’t be afraid to see what love has in store for you, my love.

Cards Used: King of Cups, The Magician, 2 of Cups (RX), The Star, The High Priestess, 5 of Wands, Judgment, Strength, The Fool.

PILE THREE: You’re a Virgo/Sagittarius, aren’t you? You don’t have to know and control everything, honey. Let go of the need to be involved in everything. You have been neglecting your soul’s needs. You have a lot of potential to grow but you don’t know how to accept help nor do you allow yourself to just be. You’re so uptight and burnt out right now. It would benefit you to just walk away from stress-inducing situations. If you know you can’t take that extra shift at work, why even bother? Who are you trying to please? You are making it hard for yourself to maneuver through this world peacefully because you do not know how to enjoy what’s in front of you. If only you could see the beauty of your labor. Slow down. Why are you going so hard for? You’re so used to making things happen that you get frustrated when things don’t work out your way. A word of advice: Please just allow time to do its thing. Don’t work against it.

Cards Used: The Sun (RX), Ace of Cups, Strength, 2 of Discs (RX), King of Wands, 7 of Wands (RX), 3 of Discs, 10 of Swords, The Magician, The Hierophant.

PILE FOUR: Christmastime must be your favorite time of the year, huh? I feel like you could also have a strong connection to Mariah Carey as well. Her book is on my mind heavy as I’m reading for you. I feel like you are so used to dysfunctional relationships. You have the tendency to move fast with people. I’m going to hold your hand when I say this, they ain’t going nowhere! Let go of your lovebombing tendencies and show up as your real self. I don’t think you see this as that but it is. You don’t seem to be big on communication. I don’t think you had the best role models for any kind of relationship so you just do what you know. But this does not translate well with other people, which results in chaos. Unpack why you interact with others the way that you do. You too, have a lot of growing up to do, my friend.

Cards Used: Knight of Wands, King of Swords, Queen of Cups (RX), Four of Wands (RX), Ace of Wands (RX), The High Priestess, 8 of Wands, 3 of Cups.

PILE FIVE: “Shut up and dance.” No seriously, shut up and dance. I feel like you are someone that refuses to be seen dancing in public or just in general. There is no need to feel like that. Let go of your shyness, babe. I feel like you actually have good dance moves, you just don’t want to be seen for some reason. Dancing will help you get more comfortable in the spotlight. You have gotten too comfortable in your little bubble. The next time someone asks you to dance, accept the offer (especially if it’s zydeco, salsa or kompa 🙈). You’re never too cute to dance, pookie.

Cards Used: The Hermit, Knight of Discs, The Chariot, 6 of Wands, The Empress, King of Discs (RX).

PILE SIX: Why are you wasting your time arguing with everyone? You need to master the art of preserving your energy. Let go of the need to prove yourself/defend yourself to other people. You exist just like everyone else on this planet but somehow you always end up in a verbal altercation. Is it worth it? I’m sure there’s plenty of alternative options you could choose. Just walking away could do you some good. You are the type of person to catch someone in a lie. Instead of cursing them out, you could just laugh in their face or block them. You could channel this energy into something else. It is normal to experience anger. But just know that you could always get in trouble if you never control it properly. Get a handle on your emotions. Be more logical & cutthroat. I think you definitely could benefit from taking the high road. Your soul is tired. Give it up, babe.

Cards Used: Knight of Swords, Queen of Swords, The Lovers, 8 of Cups, Ace of Swords, The Hermit, Justice, The Moon, The Star.

[rainybubbles]

COD men and civilian jobs

I was wondering for you, what would COD men do if they had a civilian job?

Please share your opinionnnn !!!

So :

-I imagine Soap as a firefighter or a sports coach; he loves people and craves the thrill of adrenaline.

-Gaz could be a teacher, emanating a calm aura, and I see him excelling with kids or teenagers. Alternatively, he might thrive as a doctor or surgeon in the ER due to his ability to handle stressful situations. (the question is what subject as a teacher ?)

-Ghost might be best suited as a mechanic or a cook. He possesses exceptional skills but dislikes client service or social interaction. With his preference for routine, a career as a cook suits him well.

-Price would excel as a history teacher, particularly at the university level. (I've seen so many fics about it, I love it each times) His passion for guiding and assisting others, leading them to achieve their Ph.D. or dreams, aligns perfectly with this role.

-Nikolai's fit is obvious—he'd make an excellent pilot, perhaps in Formula 1, or even a taxi driver.

-Alex's strong sense of justice suggests a career in the legal system, perhaps initially as a lawyer defending large corporations before realizing the ethical implications and shifting to advocate for the underprivileged, akin to Murdock.

-Farah's natural inclination toward defending people's rights makes her a perfect fit for a career in politics. She would thrive in electoral campaigns and fighting for social justice issues, embodying the qualities of a strong leader.

-Laswell also exudes political vibes, aligning with a similar career trajectory, or maybe an interpret.

-König seems suited to be a baker, I am possibly influenced by reading too much about bakeries featuring Konig. Additionally, baking often serves as a coping mechanism for anxiety, which could resonate with him. Imagining him in a quaint local bakery in a peaceful village feels fitting.

-Alejandro's need for action suggests a career as an MMA fighter or a police officer. (it sounds dumb, but it makes sense in my mind-)His inherent drive to confront challenges and conflicts makes him well-suited for such physically demanding roles.

-Rudy appears outwardly calm but harbors a fiery passion. He might have been an ex-athlete who suffered a severe injury, leading him to find solace in a quieter profession like being a librarian. This juxtaposition of calmness and inner fire aligns well with such a career path.

Tell me your opinion, I really want to write a "how you meet them" in this AU, so does it sound good for you or not ?

[ltash]

Choices have consequences

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader

Warning: 18+, smut, hot, sensual and erotic romance, bdsm type, dubcon themed, dark ghost.

Morning sunlight bathed the Fuerzas Especiales base in a golden glow as you, Isabella-affectionately nicknamed Bella-emerged from the barracks. New to the Mexican special forces as a Los Vaqueros soldier, you were the epitome of beauty, standing at five feet with big brown doe eyes and a petite but curvy figure that betrayed your Spanish heritage. Even your commander, Alejandro Vargas, occasionally found himself distracted by your presence.

Clutching a cold coffee tumbler, your long brown hair swayed gently behind you as you strode casually across the base in your military clothes and fur slippers. The routine morning briefing had been called by Commander Vargas, and as you made your way outside, you noticed a helicopter descending on the tarmac. Waiting eagerly for its arrival were Commander Alejandro and Major Rodolfo.

As the helicopter landed, you watched with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Two men emerged. The first was a cute guy with a mohawk, exuding an air of confident charm. The second man, however, was a sight to behold-a behemoth with black tactical pants and combat boots, his muscular frame emphasized by a tight black t-shirt. The crowning detail was his skull mask, which lent him an aura of intimidation and menace.

You stood there, frozen in place, as Alejandro and the two newcomers exchanged greetings. The presence of the masked man was particularly captivating, a stark contrast to the morning's tranquil beauty. His imposing figure and the air of mystery surrounding him seemed to hint at the gravity of the mission ahead.

With Alejandro and Rodolfo engaged in discussion with the other two newcomers, the masked man's intense gaze landed upon you. He observed the way the sunlight caressed your figure, emphasizing your natural beauty.

As his eyes roamed over you, his mind noted your military attire and the fur slippers you wore. A hint of intrigue flickered in his gaze at the sight of those slippers.

He continued watching you, the air around him still and focused.

You could sense the weight of his gaze upon you, the masked man's eyes tracing the path of the morning sun as it played across your figure, highlighting the curves of your petite frame. He took in everything about you-the way you held your coffee, your long hair cascading down your back, the fur slippers adding a touch of softness to your military attire. Even from this distance, his eyes never wavered, his expression unreadable behind the mask.

Alejandro started walking with them toward you. You stood still, frozen in place.

"This is my best soldier, Sergeant Isabella," Alejandro introduced. "Isabella, this is Sergeant Soap MacTavish and Lieutenant Ghost."

"Nice to meet you," you said in your Spanish accent.

"You're a bonnie lass," Soap said, shaking your hand with a friendly smile. Ghost, however, didn't budge, his dark gaze fixed on you but making no move to shake your hand. His rudeness struck a nerve.

"Gracias, hermano," you replied to Soap, but your eyes were daggers aimed at Ghost. His cold demeanor and lack of manners irritated you.

Alejandro, seemingly oblivious to the tension, continued walking with them toward his office. You stood there, sipping your coffee, your mind whirling with thoughts about the mysterious and imposing Lieutenant Ghost.

As Alejandro, Soap and Rodolfo entered the office, you stayed behind, sipping your coffee and stealing glances at Ghost. The air between you was charged with tension, the silence stretching out awkwardly.

Ghost's eyes remained fixed on you, his steady gaze locking onto your every move. It was as if he was studying you, taking in every detail. His eyes occasionally flicked down to your fur slippers, as if they held some sort of fascination for him.

"Isabella, come inside the office," Alejandro ordered. You followed, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

Inside, Alejandro sat at his desk, with Ghost and Soap seated in front of him. You took a seat on the couch, moving with an elegance that didn't go unnoticed. Alejandro's favoritism towards you was apparent, and Soap and Ghost had already picked up on it.

Alejandro began discussing the mission with them, while you listened intently, knowing your role wasn't directly involved in the planning.

"Isabella is our medical officer," Alejandro said, pointing towards you. "She stays with us on missions in case we need medical support."

"Good to know," Soap replied, glancing your way with a friendly smile. "Nice to have someone with your skills on board, Bella."

Ghost's eyes followed you as you moved to take a seat on the couch. There was a sense of elegance and grace in your movements that caught his attention. He watched as you settled into your spot, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before his focus returned to the discussion at hand.

As Alejandro mentioned your role as a medical officer, Ghost's gaze darted back to you, his eyes studying you with renewed interest. The information about your skills piqued his attention, and his expression remained stoic, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Lieutenant Ghost will conduct a drill today," Alejandro announced, his voice carrying authority. "Isabella, you have to inform all the new recruits and sergeants to join. He is a Special Air Service operator. You all can learn from him."

You nodded, taking mental notes of your new tasks. "Yes, sir."

Alejandro turned to Soap and Ghost. "Now, Bella, please show them their rooms in the building."

"Follow me," you said, rising from the couch with grace. Soap and Ghost stood, ready to follow.

As you led them out of the office, you turned to Ghost. "Lieutenant Ghost is impressive. You'll see."

Ghost gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable behind the mask. Soap, on the other hand, offered a friendly smile. "Looking forward to it."

You walked them through the corridors, pointing out various amenities and briefing rooms along the way. "Your rooms are just down here," you said, opening the door to a hallway lined with neatly arranged quarters.

"You'll be staying here," you said, opening a door for Soap. "And Ghost, yours is just next door."

Soap glanced around the room, nodding appreciatively. "Nice setup."

Ghost remained silent, stepping into his room with a quick, assessing glance.

"If you need anything, just let me know," you said, looking directly at Ghost. His eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment before he turned away.

Leaving them to settle in, you headed off to inform the recruits and sergeants about the upcoming drill. The base was bustling with activity, and you quickly found the groups, relaying Alejandro's orders.

The base was alive with activity, and the atmosphere was filled with anticipation. The recruits and sergeants, having received your news, were preparing for the upcoming drill.

Ghost stood outside, surveying the line of recruits, his sharp eyes meticulously checking their uniforms. His imposing figure and the skull mask added to the tension in the air. He noticed immediately that one of the sergeants was missing: you.

Rushing out, you stumbled slightly as you tried to wear your boot, still tying the lace. "Sorry, sir. I'm late," you said, breathless. Your hair was neatly placed in a bun, but your hurried entrance hadn't gone unnoticed.

Ghost's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you join the line, standing in the corner. He didn't say a word, but the intensity of his gaze conveyed his displeasure. You could feel the heat of his scrutiny as he continued the inspection, moving methodically down the line.

"Make sure this doesn't happen again, Sergeant," he finally said, his voice low and commanding. "Punctuality is crucial."

"Yes, sir," you replied, standing straighter, determined not to let this slip-up define you.

As Ghost moved down the line, checking the uniforms with his usual stern efficiency, he finally reached you. It was really hard for you to suppress your smile. The corners of your mouth twitched, and you pursed your lips hard to keep the laughter from erupting.

His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the mask, locked onto yours. "Something amusing, Sergeant?" he asked, his voice cool and measured.

"No, sir," you managed to reply, struggling to maintain your composure.

Ghost's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he continued down the line. You took a deep breath, thankful that he hadn't pressed the issue further. The drill was about to start, and you needed to focus, but the brief moment of levity had eased some of the tension in the air.

You let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that he hadn't pressed the issue further. The drill about to begin and you needed to focus, but the brief moment of mirth had broken the tension in the air.

The drill continued with Ghost putting the recruits and sergeants through their paces. He was a demanding instructor, pushing them to their limits and beyond, never accepting anything less than perfection. Meanwhile, Soap observed from the sidelines, impressed by Ghost's no-nonsense approach.

As the obstacle course drill began, Ghost placed you in the most challenging positions. He pushed you to your limits, demanding nothing but perfection. Your body protested, muscles burning and lungs gasping for air, but you pressed on.

However, during one section, your exhaustion got the better of you. Your foot caught on a root, sending you tumbling face first into the dirt. Frustration gripped you, the taste of dirt mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

As you stood up, wiping the dirt off your clothes and cursing under your breath, a familiar shadow loomed over you. Lieutenant Ghost had observed your fall and was now standing beside you. His eyes flickered with a hint of amusement and a hint of disappointment.

He waited until you were finished cleaning yourself up before speaking. "Carelessness," he said, his voice low and controlled. "Will get you and your teammates killed."

"I am a medical officer Sir. Not your typical soldier." My Spanish accent coming through my mouth. I tried hard not to curse at him in Spanish.

"Your role may not be as a typical soldier," he continued, his gaze drifting over the obstacle course, "but you still need to be prepared for any situation that may arise. Train harder, focus more, and take care of yourself. Can't have our medic falling flat on her face in the dirt."

"You sound like you never bit the dust. Am I right lieutenant?" You said crossing your arms on your chest.

Ghost's eyes narrowed, a hint of irritation showing in his expression. Your comment had clearly hit a nerve. He took a step closer to you, towering over you.

"I've fallen before," he admitted, his voice low, "but I got up. That's the difference between me and you."

"That's what I am doing right now. Understood?" You spat.

Ghost's gaze darkened, his irritation growing. He stepped even closer, the tension between you and him becoming palpable.

"Do not test my patience, Sergeant," he warned, his voice like a sharpened blade. "I expect nothing less than your best. Push yourself, push your limits, and do not settle for anything less than perfection."

"Like Hell are you threatening me Lieutenant?" You stepped closer tilting your chin up to look into his eyes.

Ghost's eyes flared with a mix of anger and challenge. Your defiant stance, your chin defiantly lifted towards him, only added fuel to the fire.

He took another step forward, closing the remaining distance between you. For a moment, he was silent, his gaze boring into yours. The tension was so thick you could almost feel it.

"You're crossing a line," he finally said, his voice a low growl.

"Don't forget you are standing at Alejandro's base LT. You can't threaten his soldier, his medical officer." Your gaze bore into his eyes.

Your words hit their mark, striking a nerve that ran deep within Ghost. His jaw tensed, and his hands clenched into fists by his sides.

"I will speak to you as I see fit," he replied, his voice carefully composed. "I don't care whose base it is, and I don't care what rank you hold. In this moment, you are not just Alejandro's soldier or medic. You are a soldier of Task Force 141, and you will respect my authority."

"I am not a part of Taskforce and I will never want to be until you are a part of it." You said with hatred in your tone.

Ghost's eyes hardened at your words, the hatred in your tone not missing his notice.

"Watch your tone, Sergeant," he warned, taking a step closer. "You might be a medical officer and a friend to Alejandro, but you don't know a damn thing about what I have done or what I am capable of."

"Saca la cabeza de tu trasero y luego habla. Puta madre. " You cursed at him in Spanish.

Ghost's eyes widened slightly at the string of curses you hurled at him in Spanish. For a moment, he was momentarily taken aback.

"Careful, now," he said, his tone a mix of irritation and warning. "I don't need to speak Spanish to know when I'm being insulted. Watch your tongue."

"I am not afraid of you. Fucking Lieutenant." You can't do shit. Its my base and I am standing in the middle of the drill.

Your boldness, your audacity, was beginning to wear thin on his already short temper.

"Keep talking like that, and you'll find out what I can do," he warned, his voice a low growl. "Just because you stand on Alejandro's base doesn't make you untouchable. I've taken down larger enemies than you, so don't think you're special."

You scoffed. "First of all LT. I am not your enemy and secondly I don't take orders from you. Thirdly! I am going inside to tell Alejandro what you exactly said to me. You threatened a woman. You are not getting away with this." You put your hands in mock surrender.

Ghost watched as you threw your hands up in mock surrender, his expression hidden behind his ever-present skull mask.

"Fine," he said, his voice tight with restrained anger. "Go to Alejandro. Tell him what you think you heard. But I doubt he'll care about the words of a disrespectful medic who can't even handle a simple drill without falling on her ass."

As you turned to leave, Ghost's words hung in the air, a challenge and a warning all wrapped into one. He watched as you walked away, his eyes narrowed in contemplation.

As you found yourself alone in the base, your thoughts were consumed by the recent confrontation with Ghost. The realization of your own impulsivity dawned upon you, and you cursed under your breath.

The thought of him staying on the base for a few more days was like a time bomb ticking away. You knew you had to tread carefully around the Lieutenant now. Your own recklessness had put you in a precarious position.

The fear you felt in the pit of your stomach grew, imagining what Ghost might do if he found an opportunity to get his hands on you.

As the hours passed and night fell, you couldn't help but replay the confrontation with Ghost in your mind. Your words, his reaction, the tension in the air...it all weighed heavily on you. You knew you had crossed a line, and now you were paying the price.

The base was quiet now, most people either asleep or on standby, but you couldn't find the calm you so desperately needed. Your mind was racing, flooded with thoughts of Ghost and the consequences of your actions.

As you tossed and turned in your bed, attempting to find a comfortable position, your thoughts drifted back to Ghost.

The image of his broad shoulder, his athletic body , his powerful stature, his intense gaze and his handsome features, the mask that hid his true identity. Everything about him drew you in, making you curse your body's response to his presence.

The urge to touch yourself thinking about him was intense. You couldn't help it. You stood up. The showers were empty at this time. You couldn't risk anybody listening to your ordeal so you made your way to the showers. The building was eerily quite just you in your nightgown and your slippers walking in the corridors towards the showers.

The quiet corridors provided no comfort as you padded silently through the base. You could hear your own footsteps, the soft whisper of your slippered feet against the cold floor, your heart thumping loudly in your chest with every step.

The showers, however, were blissfully empty. You pushed open the door and stepped in, the sound of water dripping echoing in the solitude.

You stepped inside slowly pulling down the straps of your gown. It pooled down in your feet revealing your black laced lingerie inside.

The sound of water raining down on you faded into the background as your thoughts consumed you. Ghost's intense gaze, his powerful presence, the way he had loomed over you earlier, it all played in your mind like a movie.

Your hand slowly dipped beneath your lace panties, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

Ghost walked the quiet corridors, his feet silent in the soft slippers. The base was quiet at this time of night, most people asleep or on standby.

He had changed out of his gear and into a casual outfit, the hoodie and jeans providing a stark contrast to his usual uniform. The hood was pulled up, hiding his face in shadow, and the skull print balaclava still covered the lower half of his face. He walked with purpose, thoughts racing through his mind.

You finished showering and dried yourself with towel. Slipping into your nightgown again you slowly made your way out in the corridor.

He quickly stepped back, retreating into the shadows as you emerged from the corridor. His hands trembled from the effort to stay away. The image of you, wet from the shower, wearing the nightgown and your hair clinging to your face, was burned into his mind.

Ghost stood in the shadows as you strolled by, blissfully unaware of his presence. He watched you walk past, his eyes tracing every contour of your body under the nightgown.

You reached your room to open the door just when your eyes met his.

Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment as your gazes locked, neither of you saying a word. The tension between you was thick, the memory of your heated argument from earlier still fresh in both your minds.

His stood there, looming in the dark doorway, the light from the corridor casting him in shadows. He watched as your eyes widened and your breath hitched, the surprise plain on your face.

His hands were stuffed in his hoodie pockets, his face covered by the balaclavas, but the intensity of his gaze was undeniable.

His gaze flicked down to your hands as you fumbled with the keys. He watched as they fell, a small gasp of surprise leaving you. He took a step forward, the sound of his slippers soft on the linoleum.

He loomed over you, towering over your much smaller frame, the shadows casting a harsh contrast on the skull balaclava.

He watched as you bent to pick up the key, his eyes roaming over your form in the nightgown, the way it moulded to your body in all the right ways. He felt a tug of desire, the need to touch you, to hold you stronger than ever.

He watched as you struggled to fit the key in the door, a pang of something sharp in his chest as he watched the frustration on your face.

Your eyes never leaving him while you tried to put the right key in the lock. Your breathing ragged. "Oh God please. Please." You begged.

He took another step forward, closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. His heart was pounding in his chest, the need to take you, to claim you, nearly overwhelming him.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

With a final turn of the key, your door flung open behind you, nearly slamming against the wall.

Ghost's eyes flicked between your face and the open doorway. His body was tensed, the desire to follow you into the room and take what he wanted was nearly too much to withstand.

You took a step back into your room, your eyes never leaving him.

His hand was placed on your chest, he pushed you back, guiding you further into the room.

The door closed and locked behind him with a soft click, shutting out the rest of the world. You were now alone with him in the dimly lit room, his presence heavy and intense.

"I-I am sorry. I am sorry for what I said earlier today." Your voice trembled.

Ghost raised an eyebrow, his voice a deep rumble. "You're sorry for what you said?"

He took a step closer, his body practically looming over you. His eyes were intense, the skull balaclavas adding to the mysterious aura surrounding him.

"I am sorry, please. I didn't mean when I insulted you on the drill." I gasped.

His eyes darkened, his body tensing again. "You think 'sorry' is going to make it all better? That an apology is enough to erase what you said?"

He took another step closer, his hand still on your chest, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"It- it won't happen again. I promise Lieutenant." My voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost chuckled dryly, his hand on your chest slowly moving upwards, his fingertip tracing along your collarbone.

"You promise, hm? And you think your word holds any weight, after what you said?"

He took another step forward, his body now pressing against yours, his heat and presence overwhelming.

"No. Please. You don't have to do this." You shook your head trying to plead.

Ghost's eyes flashed, his grip on your chest tightening. "Oh, I think I do. I think you need to learn a lesson in respect and discipline."

He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "And I know just the way to teach it to you."

His hand slid up your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat to him.

He brought his mouth closer, his balaclavas brushing against your skin, his voice a deep rumble. "This is what happens when you cross a line. You face the consequences. And I promise you, you're about to learn the consequences in a very... physical way."

Him grabbing your hair was enough. A gasp escaped your lips as you ended there. Your body went limp in his arms.

"Finally getting weak?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble. He pulled you closer, trapping you against him, his body pressed against yours.

"You don't have to do this. Ohh my god!" You whined.

He chuckled again, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Oh, I think I do. You disrespected me, insulted me in front of the team. That kind of insolence has consequences."

His mouth grazed your throat, his touch both rough and gentle, sending shivers down your spine.

Your lips parted as you gasped for breaths. You tried pushing him away. "Please. Please don't. I beg you. I am sorry. It was a mistake."

His eyes darkened, his body tensing at your plea. "You're sorry now, huh? But you didn't seem sorry when you insulted me in front of the team, in front of Price. You acted like a brat, and you need to be disciplined."

He pushed you back against the wall, his body pinning yours there, his hand still in your hair.

Your breath was in your throat, your life leaving your body.

The power, the control he had over you in that moment, sent a wave of heat through his body.

"You're scared, aren't you?" he murmured, his mouth against your ear. "Good. You should be. You should be scared of what I'm going to do to you. Because you crossed a line, and now you're going to pay the price."

"Don't you dare get your hands on me." I tried to push him.

"See now, if you had just behaved, none of this would've happened. But you just had to push your luck, didn't you? You had to go and cross that line."

He pulled your head back even further, his grip on your chin and your hair rough and firm. The pain was a constant reminder, a reminder of who was in control in that moment.

"Fuck you." You spat on his face.

Ghost's eyes went dark, his grip on your chin and hair tightening even further.

"Oh, you've got a real mouth on you, don't you?" he growled. "You're really asking for it now."

He wiped the spit from his face, his eyes flashing with anger, before he slammed you against the wall again.

He felt your nails clawing at his arms, leaving behind red streaks of blood. The pain only fueled his anger further, his body tensing against yours.

"You little wildcat," he hissed, his voice strained. "You think a few scratches are going to stop me? You've got a lot to learn, love."

He grabbed your small neck lifted you up until you were on your tiptoes, his hand firm and powerful. You struggled for breath, your coughing echoing in the small room.

He held you there for a moment, his eyes dark and intense as he watched you gasping for air. "You still going to fight me, love?" he taunted, his voice a deep rumble.

You tried stomping your feet. Whimpering and moaning to catch your breath, coughing and hitting his chest with your fists. Tears welled up your eyes on the lack of oxygen.

Your struggles and whimpering only fueled his anger, his hand around your neck tightening further.

"You're just making it worse for yourself, love," he warned, his voice a low growl. "Keep fighting me, and I'll have to get really rough."

A whimper escaped you as you gasped, nearly choking for breath. Your eyes rolled back from the lack of oxygen. Your struggle stopped. You went limp.

He held you there, your body hanging limply from his grip. He relaxed his hold on your neck slightly, allowing you to gasp in a shaky breath.

"That's better," he murmured, his voice gruff. "Now you're finally behaving."

He chuckled darkly, your head lolling back and forth in a daze. "Looks like I've broken you, love. That fire of yours is all but gone."

He pressed you against the wall, his body still pinning yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Maybe now you'll think twice before mouthing off to me again."

"What do you want?" You whined with gritted teeth.

His eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of you pinned against the wall, weak and fragile.

"What do I want?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "Well, for starters, I want you to learn your place. I want you to understand that I'm the one in charge here, and that I won't tolerate any more of your sassy remarks."

"Please. Let me go. I understood." You pleaded.

"Oh, you 'understood', huh? Do you think a simple 'please' is going to get you out of this?"

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave. "You crossed a line, and now you have to face the consequences."

You sobbed. "Please! I promise I won't do it again."

He tightened his grip on you, his expression going cold again.

"Oh, you promise, do you? You promise you won't do it again? And what makes you think I believe a word that comes out of your mouth after you insulted me in front of the team?"

Your tiny body jolted with every sob. The straps of your gown fell with the movement, revealing your milky skin and soft mounds of your breasts.

His eyes dropped to your exposed skin, his gaze locking on the straps that had fallen down, the milky skin and the curve of your mounds. His breath hitched in his throat, heat flooding his body.

He swallowed hard, his eyes darkened, his grip on you tightening further. "Still playing the innocent card, huh?" he muttered, his voice gruff.

You remained silent. You leaned against the wall. Tears fell from your eyes as you sobbed.

He stepped closer, his body pressing against yours, his grip on you unrelenting.

"Cry all you want," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "It won't change the fact that you crossed a line, and now you have to pay the price."

"What you wanna do to me?" You asked him, voice choking with tears.

He grabbed your neck gently and pushed you to the bed. You landed on the mattress with a gasp. The straps of your gown came down more. He unbuckled his belt and with a swift motion he slid his belt out. Straddling on top of you he took your wrists and tied the belt around your wrists.

You gulped. Your fragile hands now tied.

"What are you doing?" You whined.

Ghost smirked as he tied your delicate wrists together with the belt. Your whimpers only served to fuel the fire within him.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I'm teaching you a lesson. Remember when I said you had to pay the price for crossing the line? This is it, love. This is your punishment."

He took off his hoodie, discarding it on the floor. His mascular physique exposed. He brought your hand and let you trace his abs. A hiss escaped your lips. "God! What are you doing to me?"

Your fingers trembled as he guided them over his abs, his muscles hard and defined. A gasp slipped from your lips, your eyes roving over his exposed torso.

"What's the matter, love? Never touched a man like this before?" he teased, his voice dripping with arrogance.

His hands glided over your thighs, his touch rough against your soft skin. Your back arched at his touch, a shudder running through your body.

He grabbed the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs with a swift motion, his eyes darkening as your bare skin was exposed to him. A hiss escaped you, your body reacting to his touch.

"Mmmm, that's a good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. "No more smart mouth now, is there?"

He tugged at your gown, pulling it lower, exposing your body completely. His eyes roved over you, taking in every inch of your nakedness.

You bit your lip, your head falling back as a shudder ran through you. He smiled, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "So beautiful, so vulnerable. This is what you get for crossing the line, love."

He unzipped his pants, his movements rough and eager. Your gown slid up your thighs as he pulled you closer, his hands on your waist possessive.

He bent down, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss, he positined himself at your entrance.

Bending your legs a little holding your arms firmly pinned against the bed he entered you slowly.

Your hands twisted in the sheets above your head, your fingers clenching the fabric as a throaty moan escaped you.

Ghost let out a low growl, his body tensing as he entered you slowly. The sound of your moan drove him wild.

"Ghost," you breathed out, his name a gasp on your lips.

He chuckled, the sound ragged and deep. "That's right, love. Say my name," he growled, his hips rocking against yours.

Awww! Ghost! Your eyes rolled back.

"That's it, love," he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. "Say my name, let me hear how much you want me."

His hips rocked against yours, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your body convulsed with pleasure as he hit just the right spot, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours, his voice a low growl. "You like that, huh? You like it when I hit the spot just right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." your words came out in a breathless moan, your body arching against his.

He chuckled at your response, his pace picking up, each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through you. "That's it, love," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "Let me hear how much you want me."

"Oh god," you breathed out, your voice sultry and filled with need. "You feel so good, lieutenant."

Ghost's eyes darkened at the sound of your words, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough. "Say my name, say how good I make you feel."

"You make me feel so good lieutenant." You breathed out.

He pressed you down against the bed, his body covering yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Say it again," he demanded. "Again and again, say my name, say it until you can't speak anymore."

"Oh my God." Your voice was a breathless, high-pitched cry, the words escaping you in a desperate gasp. "Ahhh!!! F-ck!"

He chuckled, his body rocking against yours, driving you closer and closer to the brink. "That's right, love," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. "Let me hear you cry out my name."

He leaned down, his teeth nipping at your lip as he swallowed your moans, your body arching beneath him. You could feel your climax building, growing stronger with each move he made.

"Babe, I'm gonna come," you whined, your body trembling under him.

He chuckled, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. "Not yet, love," he teased, his breath hot against your skin. "You're not coming until I say so."

His lips moved to your neck, teeth nipping at the delicate skin as he picked up the pace, his body moving against yours with a fervor. Each inch of him pressed against you, your breath catching in your throat.

Your toes clenched, your body arching as you reached the peak, guttural moans and cries echoing through the room. Sensation overwhelmed you, your mind going blank as Ghost continued driving you higher and higher.

Your body went loose and limp in his arms, your climax leaving you completely spent and satisfied. He held you tightly against him, his breathing ragged and heavy.

A few moments passed in silence, the only sound in the room the mingling of your ragged breaths. Ghost held you, his hands gently tracing patterns on your bare skin.

Finally, he spoke, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You okay, love?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of concern. "I didn't overdo it, did I?"

You nodded weakly, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

He started moving again, his movements slow and gentle as he began to build up the pace. He pressed his body against yours, his hands roaming over your body as if he was trying to memorise every inch of you.

He took you again, his movements slow and gentle, as if he was trying to prolong the moment. You were spent, your body still riding the waves of the previous climax, but you submitted to him completely, letting him take control of your body once more.

He was close now, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his movements were becoming more urgent, more desperate.

He held you so tight against him as he reached he released himself into you. You felt the wetness of his warm and fuzzy cum inside you.

You could hear his raggedcbreaths in your ear as he came undone.

"Is it over now? My punishment?." Your trembling voice echoed.

He chuckled against your ear, his arms still holding you tightly. "Yeah, love," he murmured, his voice gruff. "Your punishment's done for now. But remember, you cross the line again, and you'll pay the price all over again."

"With pleasure." You whispered looking at him. "Till we meet again next time."

He chuckled, his hand reaching out to grab your chin. "Oh, love," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You can count on it. You'll be seeing me again soon enough."

"And I promise. The next time you come. I will be a good girl Lieutenant." You said against his lips.

He chuckled, his lips just millimeters away from yours. "Oh, I'll make sure of it," he promised, his voice a low rumble. "You will be a good girl for me, love. Because you know the consequences if you're not."

"Choices have Consequences." You whispered.

He echoed your words, his breath hot against your lips. "That's right, love," he replied, his voice a low growl. "And you can be sure that I'll be enforcing those consequences if you step out of line."

The night was filled with passionate, heated kisses as the two of you explored each other's bodies. The tension from earlier in the day melted away, replaced by a burning need and desire for one another. They touched and caressed each other, their bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure and ecstasy.

[merakimaiden]

Is there someone else or not?

Pairing : Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader

Genre : Angst

Word count : 1016

Summary : Ghost finally releases the green eyed monster.

Warnings : Jealous Ghost!! , shouting, uh badly written fic :(“

A/N : Based on The Weeknd - Is there someone else? Thank you @lilywastaken for beta reading <3

Ghost didn’t think that joining forces with Los Vaqueros would be hell.

You and Soap, along with Ghost, have been tasked with joining forces with the Mexican Special Forces, Los Vaqueros, led by Colonel Alejandro Vargas, to capture Hassan at a cartel safe house.

The moment the three of you stepped foot on the military base, he couldn’t help but shudder at the way Alejandro was favouring you. Alejandro was openly flirting with you in front of him. It makes him want to punch a wall.

Is there someone else or not?

You were no better. During a mission to capture Hassan, you and Alejandro made little jokes to each other, and Ghost noticed the way Alejandro stared at you when you weren’t looking.

He tried to ignore it because he didn’t know how or when to confess. Ghost has been pushing away his feelings for you for a long time, ever since you joined Task Force 141. Everything about you seems to mesmerise him. Your kindness, your aura, your smile, your gorgeous face...

‘Cause I wanna keep you close.

"Ghost, you with me?"

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Alejandro. He barked out a quick ‘affirmative' and nodded rather awkwardly. His eyes bounced to every pair of eyes staring at him, eventually falling onto yours.

You nodded at him and turned back to the group, tuning back into the discussion going on.

"-for a meet with Sin Nombre, and if he’s there,we pounce." Soap continued.

"To make it in, you’ll need eyes and ears. I’ll go too." Alejandro countered and looked at you, causing you to smile. Ghost wishes you could smile at him instead.

I don’t wanna lose my spot

"I’ll take overwatch. Shadow circles the target in a helo," Ghost interrupted to cut the scene short and get to work instead. His patience was running low with Alejandro. Everyone seemingly agreed with Ghost, all going their separate ways. You were confused as to why Ghost did not assign you a task, but you decided to camp on the hill with him anyway.

The both of you were currently at a clearing on a hill, in a prone position, eyeing the safe house ahead. You could see Alejandro and Soap discussing among themselves in the far corner of the safehouse, away from the enemy’s sight. Alejandro said that he would inform you once they were ready, so you and Ghost still had ample time.

Ghost was quiet beside you. You decided to break the silence with a dumb joke.

"Hey L.T., why did the scarecrow get an award?" You said as you adjusted your scope to get a better view.

The man beside you only sighed in reply. Not continuing further.

"Well?" You pushed, a small smile on your lips as you waited to tell the punchline.

"Tell your jokes to your little boyfriend." Ghost countered, making your smile fall.

"Boyfriend? What are you talking about-"

"Enough with the act; you know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen the way you two act around each other." He cut you off nonchalantly, adjusting his position on the ground.

"I really don’t know-"

"The colonel has a thing for you, doesn’t he?! Tell your jokes to him!" Ghost snapped at you, his head finally turning to stare at you with anger, chest heaving. Ghost wonders, how in the world could you act so oblivious to this?

You stared at him in shock. You have never heard him shout with so much fury. You blinked back tears that threatened to trail down your cheeks. You stood up and looked at him from above.

Ghost internally cursed himself. He shouldn’t have snapped at you over a childish thing. He let his jealousy get the best of him. You were allowed to talk to anyone you wanted. He quickly got up from where he laid to apologise, but now it’s your turn to snap at him.

Cause I need to know

"Why are you acting like this? What’s wrong with you?" You raised your voice in frustration, waiting for a reply.

Ghost can’t help but fight fire with fire.

"What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?!" He stepped closer, making you back off a little. "Why do you make me feel like this? Why do you torture me this way?" he continued.

You stayed silent, mouth agape. Ghost stepped back, regretting what he spat out to you, and turned away to settle back onto the ground, hoping you would forget what he said when you spoke up.

"W-what do I make you feel?" You stuttered as you knelt down to the ground, setting your sniper rifle to the side.

He sighed and turned to glance at you, then turned to his scope, abashed. He gave up and sat up instead, face downturned.

Fuck this.

"My heart beats faster when I’m around you. Have been at it for a while, actually. Didn’t know how to tell you," he said it so casually, tilting his head and gesturing with his hand—as though he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb you’ve encountered that will change the relationship between the both of you.

If you’re hurting him, or you’re hurting me

"I-do you have feelings for me… Ghost?" You tested the waters, trying to decipher whether or not you heard him correctly.

He stayed silent and just stared at you with unreadable eyes. He eventually continued.

"When I see you with h-him, my heart aches." He finished with yet another sigh, this time in shame. He placed his sniper rifle on his lap and toyed with his fingers. Why was he stuttering? He’s making himself look like a complete fool.

"This is stupid, we should just go back to what we were doing-" He was about to adjust his body to be in a prone position like earlier, but was stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

If I ain’t with you, I don’t wanna be

"I have feelings for you too," you whispered, a small smile creeping on your face.

Is there someone else or not?

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

How Cod Men Handle Harassment Headcanons

Requested: No

Warnings: Talk of harassment and general creepy behavior

A/N: No Soap this time because…..I’m tired and didn’t feel like it and wanted to get something out today

Ghost

Considering Ghost’s parents, his father definitely wasn’t someone who cared to help others, so if Ghost learned absolutely anything about how to help others in trouble, it was from his Mother. But it still wasn’t much at all, since she never really took the time to actually sit down and explain these things with him. So most of what he learned was on the go.

Ghost is very observant of his surroundings, and easily picks up on others’ discomfort and why they are uncomfortable. That being said, he’s not very observant to signals like an unspoken “help me”, things like someone running up to him and immediately being friendly in a “please, pretend to be my friend cause I’m being followed” usually go right over his head for like a solid minute. Not that he gets many of those, considering not just his intimidating physical appearance, but also the offputting aura he gives off at all times.

That being said, Ghost doesn’t hesitate to step in and get between people in these situations, silent as the grave as he sits beside a woman who is being harassed by someone, his mere presence enough to drive the vultures away. Or how he’ll loom over someone who looks like they’re about to hit their spouse, his own personal experiences with that type of abuse making him easy to rile up when he sees it happening.

König

König grew up with parents that were….not very empathetic, to say the least. In their minds, it was everybody for themselves, and if something were to go on right in front of their very eyes, they’d pretend they couldn’t see it. He recalls a few times when he was young when there was a person or two in quite visible distress, practically begging for help, only to be ignored. Instances such as those are part of what shaped König into the defender he is today. Someone who does not care how dangerous the situation may seem, as he’ll always be willing to lend a hand.

However his social awkwardness makes it very hard to pick up on any signs of distress from others, especially since he’s too focused on keeping himself calm in situations where he feels overwhelmed, like being surrounded by so many people on the street or in a subway car. If he does notice something, he’s quick to intervene but he’s doubting himself the whole time, wondering if this was all some big misunderstanding, which leads to him talking softly, almost inaudible. Which usually leads to the harasser believing that, despite König’s sheer size and mass, he’s an easy target and will back down.

He will not. If anything, this almost acts as confirmation that König is right, and suddenly all hesitance is gone and he’s dragging the assailant away, firm but not rough as he scolds the person. Almost like they’re a toddler. But if they persist in their attempts to hurt him than König will be forced to strike back, which will end uhhhhhh not very well for them.

Alejandro

Alejandro grew up with parents that very heavily tried to drill into him the importance of minding your own business, but to say that their words did little to deter him would be an understatement.

Alejandro is CONSTANTLY on the lookout for suspicious behavior, partly because of his military background and partly just because he can’t stand creeps. If he sees someone bothering anyone else, he might wait for a few moments just to determine whether it’s something he should stick his nose into or if it’s better left alone (ex: a simple lover’s quarrel), but if someone looks really uncomfortable or the other party is becoming rather forward in some way, he’s already up in their face. He wants to de-escalate the situation but he’s never very good at it so it usually just leads to fists flying.

Alejandro is ALWAYS the type to volunteer to pretend to be a boyfriend or father, friend, cousin, whatever anyone needs him to be if someone were to run up to him and ask for help. Or even if they didn’t ask for help and just ran up to him and started pretending, he immediately rolls with it. He’s also very adept at picking up on the silent pleads and warnings that most afab people use.

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: They're Your Bodyguards (Royalty x Knight AU Part #2)

𖠁 Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

❦ Based off this hc I had written a while back

Price

He upholds his noble promises, he wouldn't ever dare to wander too close into your life

With every string tugging at his heart, he restrains the overwhelming feelings, he remembers the oaths he's made

To keep in this way was dancing death's waltz

Oh, but your soft silhouette blending in the foliage with the aura of golden sun was refreshing like morning dew, how is it possible for the human heart to long for something it has never had? We dream of a haven, but is there hardly one on this earth?

He longs to have what is restricted, maybe what has been out of reach has always appealed to us, since children we want what is above us, as young people we crave what makes us feel alive, and in our limited existence we continue to search for it

It was all forsaken; what was left unsaid, the silent sentiment, the shared glances that were neither given nor taken, for nothing was accidental nor hidden between the both of you... only guarded

Ghost

Here is another fool, one who thinks love is a controlled emotion, have pity on him!

The only salvation he can be found guilty of on base of selfishness is imagining you imagining him, secretly he loses himself in fantasies of a future that can never be

He hath nothing but muted passion for you

And from the silence, is it possible to determine the outcome? It does nothing more but to hurt one's feelings, does the bearer more hurt than partaking in improper fantasies, for it is all in vain and a reaching for and grasping at the wind

In the end the happiest fool is miserable, the most disciplined king conquers nothing, and the bravest knight afraid of battle

What pain for nothing!

Soap

Not a word from your lips heard, not a touch felt nor a sensation given, but those eyes speak for the entire soul

This story doesn't have to be a tragedy, because no matter what it will never end the way everybody wants it to, "vivamus, moriendum est", but you'll let yourselves live blissfully

Nothing can stifle his silent joy, his merry face goes about all day desirous of crushing you with a million acts of affection

The mindless dialogue he recites, staring off into nothing as he finds your capricious eyes shining like a glow the lake flashes at the evening sun

He'll find beauty in your entire being and relate it to things because if one day, you find each other a long way off, the sentiment will remain and the earth will remember you and remind him

Gaz

What's forbidden only makes the temptation greater, hm?

With such yearning and softening of his eyes does he gaze at you, it's a feeling that's so heavy and present in the air it's impossible to ignore, an energy only igniting between you both

He's engulfed in dreams of what could be, but surely it's not all just a figment of his imagination, to a certain point you mirror his thoughts

The emotions that won't stop growing rise to the surface and threaten to breakthrough, ruining his discipline, yet are always present and showing through every act and small interaction with you

The brushing against one another, the whispers that want to turn into screams, the heart begging to be let out

Roach

It had been dawning on him, a premonition of sorts in the air since he started serving your family, as if it was destined to happen

Now as he gazes up at you from his head lying on your lap, your bodies hidden from view by the tall hedges and vines in the garden, he almost melts at the sight of you

Even if the weather isn't favorable, you walk hand in hand, free of worries for an evening or night, it feels as if the sky could be never-changing and the circumstance always right

And as he reflects back on this years later, he remembers it fondly, though now gone and far away from one another, he gathers these memories and wonders if there was no ending to it, would you two have kept laughing innocently?

He would let your name slip from his lips one last time as if calling you softly into the fading sunlight

Alejandro

Every time you cross paths after meeting and loving in secret it is like the morning after a heavy torrent of rain, you cannot hide the smiles breaking out onto your faces, nor the fidgeting of hands wanting to embrace each other

An impulse so strong that it can barely be contained when he gazes deep within your cherub eyes, your lashes fluttering as the shimmering sunlight reflects on water, this scene all too perfect

Curiously, he will gaze at you and construct the most beautiful verses he seriously believes he would have made a great poet

You're everything he's held dear, not only does he love tenderly but deeply, you hit every feeling spot within him unveiling a new world

Rudy

Oh, but he's so respectful, so contained, so true to his word, until he finds himself alone in your chambers, faced with an order he has the right to deny or be a little selfish

For once he is given choice and it is difficult to remember his priorities

How could he deny? When you're murmuring so softly, and you're welcoming him so well, making the weight on his shoulders feel lighter even if it's a false feeling only for a little while

He'll cherish that moment for a lifetime, because for once he's known what heaven feels like, smiling easier and more often

His mind drifting back to you, you're unforgettable, not just a fleeting moment but an experience

Phillip Graves

He looks curiously at what is before him; the kingdom's precious flower, and as he gazes he becomes entranced in a thread that with time will become too hard to be undone by a single pull

It starts out as a foolish act but soon grows into much more, but was he ready for what came with it? The yearning, the sensitivity and vulnerability he was exposing himself to?

With every look that gained new meaning and lost their playfulness, you became all too attached and duty no longer was first

Perhaps this was the beginning of your descent, your spiraling into doom and recklessness, crumbling and giving in to your heart who beats so wildly only once in this ephemeral sentiment

Makarov

The repetitive phrase that leaves your lips every time, "we can't do this" or "we shouldn't", always the regret setting in after saying you've let go

And frankly, he doesn't care nor does he care whether you completely let go of it or not, it'll be your stone to carry, not his

Just feel the pull between you, focus on the fact that you're in his arms right now, your royal attire loosely around your shoulders and your worries and responsibilities should be a mile off by now

Concentrate on what you feel, he's trying to remind you, there is nothing selfish in enjoying the sensations for a little while

Or is he trying to put his conscience at ease with these words he tells you? What a reflection of his soul they are, and what truth do they carry

Keegan

You find him deeply captivating and intriguing, you feel bad for having so much curiosity for him

In a room full of people and yet you always wonder if he's there among the crowd, and with so much noise in the world does he stop and listen for your voice?

So dreamlike were these short moments of delight it must've been a dream, you met only at midnight behind heavy velvet curtains that obscured all light

You could only feel with your fingertips and hear soft murmurs that you tried to memorize, you would later pray in your tucked corner of the room, whispering softly into your blankets that it was real

Someone felt for you and the memories had really happened

König

The brooding figure that wishes he had the privilege of learning about you without repercussions, without that nagging thought of it coming back to bite at him

To color in the blank spaces of unknown, wishing to reside in the intimacy of your heart and mind, to navigate what is familiar

The blossoming interest in you reflecting in his eyes, making you feel a strange sense of safety when with him, a calming feeling that you welcome too well when in his presence you find rare to recreate when alone

Not even castle walls could grant as much security as he could, they were old and empty, standing many years and guarding many families before you, it was only a false sense of security that had been handed down to you

But he, he was your own, your own to cherish and love for now and even if his love wasn't a family heirloom to pass down maybe that was fine, let yourself hold this selfishness close to your chest

Horangi

A gambling game he is playing, it's as if he has a thing for chasing after what is not secure nor certain, but that's what makes it appealing

He doesn't stick much to rules, if he does it's only for a short time until he finds his own way of doing things, he was never concerned with playing the game fair

So he's not hesitant nor does he shy from trying risky things with you, it's all a game to him

The momentum only increasing as the stakes rise and he finds himself almost tying his fate to you, wanting for once in his life a secure future he can be sure to have, to reach out for and receive

Nikto

The craving for something different and rattling came to you when you discovered his tarnished past

It was so different to what you knew, and maybe it was in that darkness and chaos that you found comfort, a world you wanted him to share with you, more intimate than any touch

More erotic and through-provoking were his shards of soul revealed to you than an affair, and his growing confusion at how easily he shared parts of him with you

A hidden memory arising from the depths of his mind, trying to show him how comforting it felt to be perceived for what you were, he wanted to indulge in it a little longer each time

He knew his desires and dreams wouldn't change a thing in his life, but this peace freed him from the chains that had been weighing heavy, he felt lighter and allowed himself to long for someone

[devilzukin7-johnny-cage]

Birthday gifts!!!

WAAAAAAA IT'S SO MUCH KWBROAJFIS I didn't expect to receive so many gifts (I love all of them), I was already very happy that people were there greeting me and accompanying me, since for me for some reason my birthday is always… complicated (? It's not usually the day that I like the most ;u; but they managed to encourage me so much that day and I had a very nice time! Because of the greetings from the people, receiving so much love, made me feel that life was worth living, I know I shouldn't be thinking about those things but sometimes one's mind has its little bad things and the fact that so many people show you their affection, take their valuable time for you and keep you in mind feels very nice 🤗💕. Thank you very much to everyone, I appreciate everything you have done for me not only for my birthday but for all these months in which we have interacted 💗

Credits: Kanin Nicoru / Kim Marie / Mayo / Guakupero / Tefy / Nacho Cho / Panku Panku / Luz Biscuits / Kim Reyes Kuro / Aura-Doa-universe / Senet / Valeria Martinez / Joel V. Draven / Beydeth Casillas / Mary Saccharine / Jason Davis / Panqueque Lu / Alejandro Balmori / Emil Samael / Jack Standford Logan / Videl Messi / Drick

I also got two stories from my friends Missy and Jin, I will post them when I translate them because those are in spanish :3 but I wanted to mention it in this post!

Characters:

Johnny Cage (Mortal Kombat)

Araceli Cage (my OC)

Mortal Kombat (c) Netherrealm Studios / WB / Midway before

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hi sorry to send in another ask but I was wondering if you would be willing to write Eva, Geoff, Tyler, and Alejandro x shy male reader who they’ve been crushing on coming up to them and giving them a drawing that they just made of them. I’m just imagining like half of them blue screening.

If you don’t like this or don’t want to do it no worries. Thank you for your time.

Hey, thank you so much for remaining so patient! The amount of time I took to complete this was unacceptable, so I apologise and hope you enjoy.

SHY! MALE! READER GIVING A DRAWING TO TDI CHARACTERS (ALEJANDRO + EVA + TYLER + GEOFF)

ALEJANDRO

Alejandro announced that he would be taking a flight to Spain for the rest of summer.

You had one of your closer friends, who wasn’t from the show, help you navigate your way into the airport.

When you got in, you looked up at one of the screens and saw the gate number for Spain so you followed the signs.

You were worried that you may have misread it, until you saw the familar suave face of Alejandro, rotated right in your direction.

As though he had anticipated you!

“My, (Y/N)! Is that really you?“ He smiled benevolently to you,"What a delight to see you here before I must go! What have you come here for?"

“Alejandro, hello...” you greeted, giving a small wave,”I know you need to go to uh, board your plane soon, but I...” you gulped.

You decided to finish your sentence by presenting him the drawing.

“What’s this?” he questions rhetorically, taking the paper,“You..did this?”

You nodded sheepishly.

“Ay... I...really wasn’t expecting this.” You glanced up confused. The way he was speaking. That wasn’t a tone you recognised. Was it...

Before you could finish that thought, Alejandro shakes his head and his charming speech pattern was present again, hand on his cheek,“Oh how generous of you! To take such precious time out of your day to truly capture my mediocrity on paper!”

Mediocrity?

Oh. You get what he was trying to do.

Though, that didn’t stop you from contradicting his intentionally self deprecating comment,“No, don’t call yourself that... You’re not mediocre.”

“No? Then what am I? Below average?”

“Beyond average,” you murmured, but he heard it.

“Oh my dear amigo! Your words have touched my heart. You are too kind! Is there any possible way to repay this? You must tell me.”

“N-No, don’t... There’s no point in drawing you if I wanted something in return..”

“Your heart indeed is made of gold.” he claimed, delicately storing it away in his backpack,“Many thanks. I shall never pass this over.”

“You’re welcome.” you say, now running out of things to say, you reminded the brunette of his flight.

“Oh, yes! Ah, what unfortunate timing!” he comedically slaps a hand to his forehead,”If it were in my hands, I would freeze time to go into deep praise about your talents!” he grabs the handle of his suitcase,“Farewell, (Y/N). May sunshine follow your days.”

You knew Alejandro was probably trying to use the drawing to lure you into a facade of security.

Which was further from the truth.

As Alejandro joined the queue and watched your fading figure, he wondered when the right opportunity would come.

EVA

The gym was the best place to find Eva.

And right you were: when you walked in, you found the sports-driven woman.

She seemed really focused on her weights... That frown was putting you off... 20kg like it was nothing...

Okay... Um... After she’s done, I’ll...give it to her then.

And when that time did come, you were still so nervous. The whole time, she carried this dark aura, warning you to not come close.

At least she’s not doing a set now... So I’m not exactly disturbing her from anything...but I am still disturbing her by doing this, aren’t I?

When will you get to have another opportunity like this? After a deep breath, you quietly stepped towards her towering body.

You’re close enough... Now, you could get her attention...

You flinch when you do.

Annoyed, she turns around and ripped an earbud out of her ear and sneers her question,“Yeah? What do you want?”

That sounded more like an imperative than a question... You regretted what you’ve done now...but there’s no way she was going to let you off until you did what you wanted to do. Just keep your eyes away and your voice low,“Sorry to interrupt you... Can...I give something to you?”

“I’m busy. Give it later.” she grumbled, grabbing a new pair of weights.

Oh. Never mind,“Ah...okay. Sorry.”

“Nghh. You know what.” she had her hand squeezed on your shoulder,“Give it now.”

You sigh and handed her the drawing,“I just...thought you looked nice. Sorry...for wasting your time. I’ll go now.”

“Now hold on just a minute...”Uh oh,“You come to me when I’m busy with this drawing and you’re walking away without me even getting my thanks in?!”

“...Sorry?”

She playfully punches you, and you could see how wide her smile was,“Man, I can’t believe I was about to let you go when I had this thing to look at! It’s the first time someone’s drawn me in this way!”

“Oh... So, people have drawn you before?” That was surprising.

“Yeah, but in ways that really get on my nerves. They colour my face red and even give me demon horns!” she explained, seeming to clutch the paper out of progressive anger.

“Oh...” you felt very awkward now,”I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t sweat it. I usually throw their faces in the mud and throw water over as retribution.” she added, now back to smiling.

...Eva’s wrath was no laughing matter.

Though it looks like you found the loophole.

TYLER

You knew Tyler would be at the local swimming pool.

Standing outside of it, you checked over your drawing one last time to make sure you didn’t accidentally draw a horrible caricature drawing. 

It was the same piece you intended to give to him, but you realised you forgot to add his signature red sweatband.

Curse your forgetfulness as you messily wrote down an apology to the side of paper Tyler’s head.

You went down to the swimming pool, taking caution as you walked on the slippery floors. You spotted Tyler in the deeper end of the pool, though feeling embarrassed that shouting for him would draw attention, you decide to let him notice you.

And when he does, he grins, waving wildly,“(Y/N), hey!” and attempted to swim faster, however when he got up, he ended up slipping and fell right on his back...then back into the pool.

You winced. This isn’t the first something excruciating happened to him, though the sight of it still gets you every time,”Oh God, Tyler, are you okay?”

He resurfaced and swam weaker than before and cautiously went up the ladder by your feet,”Yeah yeah, I’m still alive! What are you doing here, did you decide to sign up for the swimming team for next year?”

You shake your head,“No no, not this year... Uh... I actually came to see you... Because I know we won’t see each other until September...so I made this in appreciation of you.” not wanting him to ruin the drawing with his dripping wet limbs, you held it up for him to see.

He blinked, and took it anyway,“Is this me? Doppppe! My first fanart!”

“Uh...” you blinked,”Fanart?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna frame this and put it on my wall at home!” he clapped his wet hand with yours,“Thanks man! You’re real talented!”

“Oh!” you blush,“No worries!”

GEOFF

Geoff had thrown a party for all the Total Drama contestants of your generation and you would have skipped it if you didn’t know the people.

The perfect chance to give him the drawing.

When you arrived, Geoff was there by the DJ booth.

Taking a deep breath, you went over to him,“Hello Geoff...” you smile softly.

He enthusiastically tips his hat to you,“Yo, (Y/N)! My favourite party pal! What’s smokin’, bro?”

You kept your meek smile, a contrast to the internal turmoil to give it to him now,“...Hi Geof. I hope I’m not bothering you, but I wanted to um-“

“No friend is either a bother, man! What’s that you wanted to show me?” no going back now. He sees that your hand is preoccupied with something.

So, you gave that something over to him, facing down.

With a curious expression, he takes it and flips it over.

His jaw drops. He hates it-

“Yo (Y/N)! Did you do this? It looks incredible!” Huh?,“How do you get my chin right? No one ever gets my chin right!”

“Really?... I didn’t think much about that chin... I was worried about the shading...”

“The shading? You shaded this thing!?” Geoff exclaimed even louder as his eyes frantically scanned the paper again,“No way! I look almost look as good as that Mona Lisa gal! Sorry I didn’t notice that before dude, I love this to bits! Massive thank you man!” he suddenly surrounds you with a friendly embrace.

You gasped, but once you registered the gesture, a sense of security flowed through your veins. Geoff, however, didn’t get the last part and let go of you immediately.

“Sorry sorry, lost myself for a sec there, bro! It’s just, this art! It’s so good, it’s like putting me under a spell! You were fine with the hugging, right?”

You give a small smile,“Of course.”

“This is like an early birthday gift! Or late.” he turns to you curiously,”If your birthday’s six months from now, does that make it six months early or six months late?”

Another quirky question!,“Um...both?”

“Yeah! You’re right! Both still make a valid reason to party!” he grinned,“Thanks again man!”

[gvfgal]

16. Sleeping Dogs & Skeletons

Barbarian. Biker!Jake.

*18+ Series

A/n: Chapter 16!! 3/4 more after this!! I feel like there’s so much tension but things are going to move pretty quickly (and crazily) from here. Enjoy the ride 🖤

Content Warnings: brief mention of murder, brief mentions of domestic v!olence, criminal activity, heavy angst, Jake chain smoking cigarettes (yes it needs a warning).

Word Count: 5.7k

Ace and Jake sat at the bar of Riley’s Tavern, the clink of their glasses against the wooden surface echoing in the near-empty space. The tavern still had that low, quiet hum to it, the kind of calm that came before the real crowd rolled in later, after the sun went down and the night truly began. The two of them were nursing their drinks, deep in conversation about the business that consumed them—both the kind that made money and the kind that came with blood on the knuckles.

Ace took a long swig of his beer, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat, and then placed the bottle back on the bar with a soft clink. The lull in conversation was comfortable, but it was a rare thing.

“Well, the good thing is,” Ace finally broke the silence, casually filling the gap in dialogue, “we’re almost near the end of this operation with Alejandro. One more final drop, and we can finally move on from this mess.”

“Finally,” Jake echoed, a chuckle escaping him. He shook his head, lazily swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Can’t say I signed up for all this when I came back, but it is what it is.”

Ace shrugged, the indifference of a man who’d seen it all and survived anyway. “It’s part of the game, kid. There’s highs, there’s lows. But I think getting beyond this will give us a fresh start.”

Jake raised his glass, halfheartedly but with a sense of relief. “Here’s to fresh starts, then.”

Ace smirked, lifting his beer and clinking the bottle against Jake’s glass. “To fresh starts.”

As if on cue, the creak of the entrance door disrupted their toast. Neither of them paid much attention at first—Riley’s was a revolving door of characters, most of whom they knew well. But the heavy footsteps that followed were different, measured, like men walking with purpose. Jake glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly. The two men who had just entered the tavern looked entirely out of place, like wolves walking into a den of lions.

Dressed in well-tailored suits, one in navy blue and the other in slate gray, the newcomers stuck out like a sore thumb against the rustic backdrop of the bar, where leather-clad bikers and worn-out locals made up most of the patrons. They were clean-shaven, their hair neatly combed, and if the expensive cologne didn’t give them away, the stiff, polished way they carried themselves sure did.

Jake and Ace exchanged a subtle glance. Law enforcement. They could smell it on these guys before a word was even spoken.

The young bartender approached the pair, doing her best not to look suspicious as she took their orders. Both men requested scotch on the rocks, their voices too smooth, too professional for a place like this. As she moved away to prepare the drinks, Ace leaned back in his chair, already on the defensive, his eyes flicking to the men with a subtle scrutiny.

One of the newcomers, the one donning the slate grey attire, kept eyeing them, his gaze lingering on their Barbarian jackets—the patches, the insignias, the life that was stitched into the very fabric they wore with pride. He tried too hard to seem casual, flashing an overly friendly smile as he surveyed the bar before finally settling back on Ace. His partner, however, was a different story. He was stoic, collected, exuding an aura of quiet authority. There was no charm in him, just business. He stared off into the wall, as if he had no interest in being there in the first place.

Ace took another swig of his beer, already irritated. He set the bottle down hard enough to send a small echo through the bar. Without even bothering to turn and properly address the strangers, he muttered, “Can we help you boys with something?”

The grinning officer, unable to keep his curiosity in check, finally spoke. His voice had the forced warmth of someone who’s used to getting what he wants with a smile. “As a matter of fact,” he began, stepping forward, “I think you might be able to. My name is Detective Romero, and this is my colleague, Detective Jones.”

Jones gave a curt nod, silent but watchful. Romero, playing the part of the affable cop, extended his hand toward Ace, clearly hoping for some semblance of civility. Ace just looked at the outstretched hand, gave it a half-hearted glance, and left it hanging in the air before he took another slow sip of his beer.

“We’re here from Texarkana,” Romero continued , his voice smooth but persistent. “Recently got new leadership, and with that, we’re reviewing an old case involving a Mr. Dominic Creux.” He shrugged casually as the bartender slid his drink across the counter. His partner, Jones, silently took his drink, continuing his watchful observance. “It was labeled drug violence, closed years ago. But we’ve had some… new developments.”

Ace scoffed, feigning interest. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Romero leaned on the counter, getting comfortable like he had all the time in the world. He took a sip of his drink, wincing slightly as the burn hit his throat. “Well,” he said, setting his glass down with a thud, “Dominic was seeing someone around the time of his death. We’ve been tracking her movements.”

Jake had barely been paying attention up until this point. Whatever the detectives were fishing for, he trusted Ace to handle it. But when your name slipped from Romero’s lips, Jake’s pulse quickened. He masked his surprise, keeping his gaze steady as he shifted his focus to the conversation. Every word now seemed to hang in the air with dangerous weight.

“Witnesses and family say she came up this way, here, to Genoa,” Romero continued, “supposedly to take care of her father, Riley. I believe this tavern is named after him? He was a member of your… club?”

At the mention of both your name and Riley’s, Ace’s grip on his bottle tightened, though he kept his composure. “Yeah, that’s right,” Ace responded coolly, his eyes darkening. “But Riley’s been dead for two years. So what’s this got to do with anything?”

Romero offered a sympathetic grin, but it was as fake as the friendliness he tried to project. “We’re not trying to stir up trouble here, fellas. We just stopped by Riley’s old place earlier—nobody home. Thought we’d come here, see if anyone could point us in the right direction. She’s not necessarily a suspect,” he added, his tone suggesting otherwise, “just some inconsistencies about when she was last seen in Texarkana. Some say days before the murder, others claim she was there the night it happened. We just want to clear up her story.”

Jake silently exhaled, grateful you hadn’t been at the house when the detectives came snooping around. He had no idea where you were, but that was a small blessing. He let Ace continue steering the conversation, content to sit back and watch while keeping his emotions tightly in check, like a coiled spring.

“Riley had stage four pancreatic cancer,” Ace said, his voice steady, but the strain was evident. “Girl came here, took care of him until the end. That’s all we know.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. That part was true, and Ace’s even tone was enough to make it seem like the whole truth. Unbeknownst to Romero, however, his line of questioning was only reinforcing the suspicions they had all quietly harbored about you for some time.

Romero’s focus shifted to Jake now, his friendly demeanor slipping just a bit, revealing the sharpness beneath. “And you? Any idea where she might be now?”

Jake met the detective’s gaze without flinching, then shrugged, casual as ever. “Don’t know. I haven’t been back here long. Last I heard, she was working up in Vegas.”

The lie rolled off his tongue smoothly, and Romero and Jones exchanged a look of surprise, clearly not expecting that.

“Yeah,” Ace chimed in, pushing it further than Jake would’ve liked. “Working at a titty bar or something.”

Jake shot him a subtle kick under the bar, his way of telling Ace to ease off. But Ace was enjoying this too much, his smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Romero looked like he had more to say, but found himself up against a brick wall. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with tension. Jake and Ace were well-practiced in keeping their cool, not giving an inch. They’d been through much worse than a couple of smooth-talking detectives, and Romero was starting to sense that he wasn’t going to break them.

“Well,” Romero finally said, setting his glass down with a deliberate clink, “I guess we’ll have to check that out. Though I gotta be honest, seems like the girl was a hot mess. Chasing a chick like that in Vegas feels like a long shot.”

The comment was bait, designed to elicit a reaction, any sign that he was onto something. But neither Jake nor Ace flinched. As much as Jake wanted to leap over the bar and knock that smug smile off Romero’s face, he simply took another sip of his nearly empty drink, allowing the silence to linger.

“I know what you mean,” Jake said flatly, playing along just enough to avoid raising suspicion.

Romero shot them one last look, his smile shifting back into that overly friendly facade, “Well, thank you for your time, fellas.”

Ace casually raised a hand to flag down the bartender, playing along with the charade. “Put their drinks on my tab,” he said, gesturing toward the detectives with a slight nod. He was just as deep in the game as they were, only better at it.

Romero gave a smug nod of acknowledgment before he and Jones walked away, heading down to the far end of the bar. They clearly thought they were out of earshot, but with the music barely a murmur in the background, Jake and Ace could still catch every word of their hushed conversation. Ace, ever the cool customer, signaled for another round as if the tension in the air was nothing more than a breeze.

Jake, though, felt his muscles tighten under his skin. His pulse was slow but hard, each beat reverberating with a sense of foreboding. He sipped his drink, feigning disinterest, but his ears were locked on the low, intense exchange between the two detectives.

“I told you this was a dead lead,” Detective Jones muttered, his voice gruff with frustration. It was the first time they’d heard him speak, and the husk of his voice matched his brooding demeanor. “Nobody can place her at the scene for sure. We’re spinning our wheels here, wasting time and resources. Not to mention we’re way out of our jurisdiction here.” He knocked back a hefty gulp of his scotch, clearly irritated.

Romero, still unsettled, shook his head. “I know, I know, but it doesn’t sit right with me. No murder weapon was ever found. That’s the missing piece. I’m telling you, if we could just find that gun, this whole case blows wide open. And something tells me she the missing key to all of this.”

Jake’s heart thudded in his chest as the weight of the situation bore down on him. The pieces were starting to fall into place. All those times you had avoided certain conversations, danced around details of your life before Genoa, the time he’d caught you in the kitchen whispering in the phone to your mom—he’d noticed it all but brushed it off. Even the way you seemed to be on edge at the smallest sound, always looking over your shoulder. He chalked it up to old habits, skeletons everyone had in their closet. But now, those skeletons were stepping out of the shadows, threatening to unravel everything.

He had always known there was something you were hiding, but his love for you had clouded his judgment. It was easier to ignore it, to let things slide in the hopes that you’d eventually open up on your own. But now, those secrets weren’t just your burden to bear—they were his too. And they weren’t staying hidden anymore. They were out in the open, daring him to face them, daring both of you to deal with the fallout.

He could only hope that the story he and Ace had spun was convincing enough to throw the detectives off your scent. At least for a little while—until he figured out the next move.

“Well,” Detective Jones said, after downing the rest of his scotch in one gulp. He set the glass down with a clink. “Looks like you and I are going to Vegas.”

Romero groaned, his face scrunched in frustration as he finished his drink with a wince. “My wife’s gonna kill me. I hate Vegas.”

Jones clapped his partner on the shoulder as they headed for the exit. “Need I remind you, this was your idea, Romero.”

As the door closed behind them, Jake let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. His pulse was still racing, but for now, at least, the immediate danger had passed. Ace turned to him, wide-eyed, an expression of stunned amusement on his face.

“Ho-ly shit,” Ace said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Sunshine’s got a thundercloud, huh? Has she ever mentioned anything about this to you?”

Jake shook his head, his leg bouncing uncontrollably as anxiety surged through him. “No. Not a word. Pretty sure I’d remember that.”

Ace leaned against the bar, steadying himself as he processed the revelation. “I always knew something felt a little off when she showed up outta nowhere, but it wasn’t my business to pry. Never figured it’d be something like this, though.” He paused, his gaze sharpening. “You think she could really have done it? Pulled the trigger?”

Jake wanted to say no, to dismiss the thought outright. But he couldn’t. Not anymore. There had been too many signs he had overlooked. And while nothing was certain, every detail they’d just heard pointed in one direction. Toward you.

“I don’t know,” Jake muttered, his voice heavy with uncertainty. “But I need to talk to her.”

He stood up, ready to leave, but Ace’s hand pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“Wait.” Ace’s voice was calm but firm. “Give those detectives time to clear out. If they spot you heading home, it’ll raise all kinds of red flags.”

Jake clenched his jaw, wanting to argue, wanting to race home to you and demand answers. But he knew Ace was right. If the detectives even caught a glimpse of him making a beeline for the house, they’d start sniffing around even harder. And right now, you needed distance from their suspicions. Still, every second that passed felt like torture. There were too many different outcomes to this situation, and most of them were unfavorable. He just hoped that Jones could convince Romero to drop the whole thing, or that they’d be sloppy in their detective work and give up before looking any deeper into the situation.

After what felt like an eternity, Ace finally gave him the all-clear. “Alright, they’re long gone. You’re good to go. Keep me posted, man.”

Jake didn’t need to be told twice. He was out the door before Ace could finish his sentence, moving with purpose and urgency. The only thought on his mind was getting to you—before anyone else did.

Jake’s heart pounded in his chest, relief washing over him as he noticed no unfamiliar cars, no detectives lurking around the trailer. Only you, blissfully unaware, putting away groceries as if nothing in the world was amiss. He barely had time to kill the engine of his bike before he was hopping off, striding through the door, his mind racing.

“Hey baby,” you greeted him with a warm smile, turning from the counter. But the second your eyes locked onto his, your smile faltered, concern immediately settling in. His expression was tight, his jaw clenched, and there was something unsettling behind his eyes. You froze, the box of cereal in your hands slipping slightly. “Jake…what’s wrong?”

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and oppressive, as Jake just stared at you. The kitchen, usually filled with warmth, felt cold.

“There were some detectives at the tavern today,” Jake’s voice finally broke through, low and controlled, but carrying a weight that made your stomach drop. “They were looking for you…in connection to the murder of your ex-boyfriend. Do you know anything about that?”

Your breath caught in your throat. The blood drained from your face, and the world around you tilted slightly. You knew this day would come—the day you’d have to face your past—but not like this. Not with Jake standing there, asking you for answers you weren’t sure how to give. Your mouth went dry as you stared at him, wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights.

Jake’s shoulders slumped slightly as he let out a frustrated breath. He stepped closer, gently taking your hands in his. His touch was warm, grounding, but his words were laced with urgency. “Cherry, look, I’m up to my neck in all kinds of shit right now—with the EDS, the Barbarians—and we’ve got a daughter on the way.” His voice softened as his grip on your hands tightened. “If there’s something going on, you need to tell me. So I can help you. So I can help us, baby.”

The dam broke. Everything you had kept buried for so long—the fear, the guilt, the shame—it all came rushing to the surface. Tears flooded your eyes, blurring your vision as your body began to tremble. It felt like the weight of the world had finally come crashing down on your shoulders. Your knees buckled, and Jake quickly caught you, guiding you to one of the kitchen chairs as you collapsed into sobs.

“I didn’t mean to kill him,” you choked out between sobs, your voice muffled by your hands as you covered your tear-streaked face. “I didn’t want to, but I had to. I was so scared, Jake.”

Jake knelt in front of you, his eyes dark with emotion as he listened, his own heart aching at the sight of you crumbling. His hands moved to your knees, squeezing gently, grounding you as you poured out your confession.

“He was so angry,” you continued, voice shaky, “he was high, and he was yelling…he said he was going to kill me. I could see it in his eyes, Jake. I knew he would. He’d hurt me so many times before, I knew he was capable of it. I just wanted to get away…I just wanted him to stop.”

Jake was relieved that Dominic was dead. From what little you’d told him, it was clear the bastard got what he deserved. Any more details, and Jake knew he’d lose control, spiraling into a rage he wouldn’t be able to contain. The mere thought of how Dominic had hurt you made his blood boil. A part of him wished he could’ve been the one to make Dominic pay, to make him suffer for every bruise, every scar he’d left on your soul. But Dominic was already gone, his justice meted out by your own desperate hand. Jake didn’t need to hear more—he was grateful the world had one less monster in it.

He gently shushed your cries, his thumbs brushing away the tears that continued to spill down your cheeks. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice steady and calming. “You don’t need to explain anymore.”

He didn’t care about the story. He cared about you, about keeping you safe, about fixing this mess that had been buried for too long. He leaned closer, his tone urgent yet reassuring. “Where’s the gun?”

You blinked, caught off guard. His question was jarring, unexpected, and it took a moment for you to process what he was asking. “W-What?”

“The gun,” Jake repeated, more firmly this time. His jaw was clenched, eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip. “Do you still have it?”

Panic flashed through you as you thought back. The gun. Yes, you had kept it. You couldn’t let it go for fear of it being found. You nodded shakily, voice barely above a whisper. “Yes… it’s in the black backpack. In the hole behind the washing machine.”

Jake was on his feet in an instant, yanking the heavy washer away from the wall, exposing the deep hole behind it. The gap was so wide he could feel the cold interior of the house as he reached into the dark space. His fingers finally brushed against the familiar fabric of the backpack. Pulling it out, he unzipped it, his heart pounding as he retrieved the gun. He inspected it briefly, feeling the weight of everything it symbolized in his hands. With a grim resolve, he returned to the kitchen where you were still sniffling, anxiety clouding your tear-streaked face.

“I’ll be back,” Jake said, his voice steady despite the chaos swirling in his mind. “I’m gonna take care of this.”

Your hands shot out, gripping his free hand in desperation. “Jake, no… please don’t leave me here. What if they come back?”

He placed the gun on the table and cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Does Angie know about this?”

You nodded, fresh tears spilling over, threatening to send you into another breakdown.

“Go to her house. Stay there until I tell you it’s safe to come home,” he instructed firmly, coaxing you out of your meltdown. He could tell you weren’t fully processing his words, so he made you repeat them back.

“Go to Angie’s… stay there… wait for you to tell me to come home,” you echoed through broken sobs.

Jake nodded, his eyes locked on yours, making sure you understood. “Good. That’s right.” He crossed the room to grab the keys to the truck, forcing them into your trembling hands. “I’m going to fix this. I swear.”

You nodded, your tears slowing but still pooling in your eyes. You felt helpless, like a child needing reassurance. “Okay.”

He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, lingering for a moment as if trying to transfer some of his strength to you. Then, he helped you sling the bag over your shoulder and guided you out the door. He grabbed his helmet, tucking the gun into the waistband of his jeans, and mounted his bike.

Jake waited until you backed out of the driveway, eyes sharp and vigilant as he scanned the area for any signs of trouble. He followed close behind you, his protective instincts on high alert, ensuring you made it safely to Angie’s house. Once you were inside and out of danger, he pulled out his phone and dialed Ace.

It didn’t take long for Ace to answer.

“Yeah, kid?”

“I need your help, man.”

Jake paced anxiously outside The Magician’s so-called headquarters, a dilapidated building disguised as a tire shop, lost in the middle of the desert. Calling it “headquarters” was generous—it looked like it hadn’t seen business in years. The rusted sign swung in the dry wind, and the sand-caked windows barely gave a glimpse inside. It reeked of neglect, but the Barbarians swore by this place, claiming The Magician could make anything—or anyone—disappear.

Jake had heard the stories. The Magician had been their go-to fixer for decades, a legend in the club. But seeing this run-down shack for the first time made Jake question everything. When they pulled up, his skepticism was hard to shake.

“You sure about this, Ace?” he asked, pulling off his helmet and eyeing the building with thinly veiled disgust. This was the man responsible for securing your future? He didn’t want a rickety operation to botch your last hope.

Ace, ever calm and collected, gave a short nod. “Trust me, kid. The guy’s been doing this since the late ‘80s. Ain’t no one better.”

Still uneasy, Jake handed over the gun. Ace took it and disappeared through the warped door hanging precariously off its hinges, leaving Jake outside to stew in his nerves.

Two grueling hours passed. Jake paced the lot, chain-smoking cigarette after cigarette as the desert heat began to fade with the setting sun. He couldn’t bring himself to step inside, half out of suspicion, half out of dread. He didn’t know what went on beyond that door, and at least for today, he didn’t want to. There was enough on his plate already.

When the door finally creaked open, Ace emerged, his expression reassuring but grim, with The Magician following closely behind. Jake’s eyes instantly locked onto the man in the rear, trying to reconcile the legend with the person before him. The Magician was a strange contradiction—tall, towering even, with broad shoulders that gave him an intimidating presence. But his thick, coke-bottle glasses and mismatched, nerdy attire were completely at odds with the figure Jake had conjured in his head. He wore a thick rubber apron, stained with oil and grease, and his oversized welding gloves made him look more like a mad scientist than a man of dangerous work. It was as if every part of him had been crafted to deflect suspicion.

Ace stepped aside, letting the man approach Jake. “Jake, this is The Magician.”

“Mr. Kiszka!” The Magician greeted enthusiastically, extending a gloved hand, his smile a little too eager. “You look just like your father, it’s uncanny!”

Jake’s jaw clenched, resisting the urge to lash out. Now wasn’t the time to get into it about Rex. He forced a polite nod, getting straight to the point. “The gun?”

The Magician straightened up, adjusting his glasses as if he were about to deliver news of some grand invention. “Ah yes, the gun.” He paused for effect, glancing at Ace as though he were about to unveil a masterpiece. “As of this moment, there is not a single trace of that handgun left. Well… not in that form, anyway.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, skepticism flooding his expression. What kind of game was this guy playing?

“I melted it down,” the Magician finally confessed, letting the reveal linger in the air for just a beat too long. “The parts are now being used to keep this shop running. But I assure you, the original form is gone, untraceable—completely erased from existence.”

The relief Jake had been hoping for didn’t quite settle in. Instead, he just stared at The Magician, not entirely sure if the eccentric genius was a blessing or a curse. But Ace had vouched for him, and there wasn’t a better option.

Ace clapped Jake on the shoulder. “It’s done, kid. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Jake nodded slowly, forcing himself to believe it.

“Well, thank you, Mr… Magician?”

The Magician let out a hoot of laughter. “Call me Lionel.”

“Lionel,” Jake mumbled, the name feeling both absurd and oddly fitting for the man who had just erased the evidence of a murder. “How much do I owe you?”

Before Jake could reach for his wallet, Ace stepped forward, handing over a small manila envelope to Lionel. “Don’t worry about it. It’s taken care of.”

Lionel—The Magician—grinned wide, tucking the envelope into the depths of his apron with a contented hum. He gave them a nod, eager to return to whatever hidden work took place in the bowels of the dusty tire shop, the man already thinking a mile ahead of them.

“Well, now that’s taken care of,” Jake exhaled, a thin thread of relief finally unwinding in his chest. “Now it’s just about getting those detectives off her trail.”

Ace gave a small smirk. “Already working on that. Got some of the boys keeping an eye on their path. They’re gonna track them, see where they’re sniffing around. We’ll make sure those detectives head back to Texarkana with their tails between their legs. They won’t be a problem for much longer.”

Jake glanced at Ace, deeply appreciative. “Thank you, man. Seriously.”

Ace clapped him on the shoulder, his grip firm. “We’re family. Family takes care of each other.”

Though the words settled something inside Jake, the weight of his own thoughts still lingered. Sure, he had the Barbarians—brothers for life—but now there was a different family weighing on his mind: you and the baby. The gun was gone, the detectives were being tracked, but there was no denying that the storm you’d been running from for years wasn’t over yet. Jake could feel it in his bones.

“Cherry doesn’t need to be here,” Jake muttered, shaking his head, his voice thick with conviction. “I need to get her out of here. I need to get us out of here.”

Ace’s silence felt heavier than it should have, an uneasy weight settling between them. It wasn’t just the usual quiet between brothers. There was something more lurking in the space between them—something unspoken, something Ace was holding back. His eyes lingered on the ground for a beat too long, tension simmering beneath the surface as if he was biting his tongue against the storm of truth he knew would change everything.

Jake could feel it—whatever Ace wasn’t saying had the power to shift his world. The unspoken knowledge clung to the air like a warning, forcing Jake to brace for the impact of something he wasn’t ready to face.

“Well, whatever you decide,” Ace finally said, his voice layered with subtle emphasis on the last word, “I’ve got your back. We all do. Both you and Cherry.”

Jake nodded, but the unease radiating off Ace was palpable, crawling under his skin. He didn’t know the full scope of what was hidden behind Ace’s eyes, but he had the sinking feeling that when it surfaced, it would turn his life inside out.

“I gotta take care of some business,” Ace said, smoothly diverting the conversation. “Make it home safe, and tell Sunshine not to worry. Everything’s under control.”

There was an eerie calmness to the way he said it, as if “control” was the only thing slipping further out of reach. They exchanged a brief goodbye, and Jake watched as Ace hopped onto his bike and roared off into the dwindling sunset, the fading light casting long shadows across the desert.

Jake lingered for a moment, standing in the fading light as he lit one more cigarette for the road. He pulled out his phone, his thumbs hovering over the keys as he texted you, letting you know it was safe to return home. His mind was running a thousand miles an hour, every new revelation stacking the weight of his burdens higher and higher. He would bear it all, no question—if it meant lightening your load—but he knew it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

He was grateful for everything Ace had done, for the cover and the protection, but Jake understood something fundamental: when it came to you, to the life growing inside you, it was his responsibility to take matters into his own hands. He couldn’t rely solely on the brotherhood or the promises of loyalty. This was his family now, and he would do whatever it took to keep you safe.

A strange noise echoed from inside the tire shop, a sound too odd to place, breaking his thoughts. It was enough of a signal for Jake. Time to go. He flicked the cigarette onto the gravel and mounted his bike, the hum of the engine pulling him back into the present.

As he rode through the desert landscape, the wind rushing past him, it was a brief, fleeting escape from the turbulent reality waiting for him. But even as the horizon stretched before him, the weight of everything he’d left unsaid, everything Ace hadn’t revealed, lingered in the back of his mind. A storm was coming, and he had the uneasy feeling that he had only scratched the surface of it.

It took Jake a little longer to make it back, the ride feeling endless as the darkness settled in around him. By the time he pulled up, the brown Chevy, now practically yours, was already parked in front of the house. The porch light flickered weakly, casting a dim glow on the yard as he made his way inside.

The moment Jake stepped through the door, he found you sitting on the edge of the couch, the room thick with a tense, quiet energy. You were biting your nails, lost in thought, the weight of everything pressing down on you.

When you heard him enter, you looked up, and in that instant, all the emotions you had been holding in—everything that had built up over the past two years—came crashing down once more. Tears flooded your eyes, your breath hitching in your throat.

Damn these pregnancy hormones, you thought, but you knew it was more than that.

You rushed to him as fast as your body would allow, your swollen belly making it difficult to move as quickly as you wanted. But the second Jake’s arms wrapped around you, all the tension in your body seemed to release. He held you close, tighter than he ever had before, as if he could somehow shield you from all the chaos swirling around you both. You could feel the exhaustion in him—the weariness in his bones—but still, his voice remained steady and strong as he whispered reassurances into your hair. He told you everything was under control, just as Ace had told him to.

“I want to get out of here, Jake,” you sobbed, your voice muffled against his chest. “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Jake’s mind immediately flickered to the money hidden in Rex’s walls. That stash was becoming more and more like the solution to all of this—a ticket to a new life, away from the danger. But something held him back, a nagging feeling deep inside that urged him to stay. Maybe it was unfinished business, or maybe it was the pull of the only life he’d ever known. Either way, he wasn’t ready to go, not yet.

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before gently rubbing the spot, his arms still wrapped around you like a lifeline. Even as he reassured you, it felt like you were the one grounding him, tethering him to some semblance of peace amidst the storm. “Just give me some time, okay? Just give me some time.”

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tdi world tour swap au, but it swaps everybody! :)

(i had this idea a few months ago so im posting it here for the giggles!)

the swaps!

chris and chef

noah and alejandro

heather and sierra

owen and izzy

zeke and dj

bridgette and harold

gwen and cody

lindsay and tyler

duncan and courtney

lashawna is swapped with justin (he is still not in the season!)

i wanna see lashawna and noah hatred. i wanna see lashawna angry that another competitor who uses their looks to sway others appears. give it to me. lashawna who wins all the boys over with her flirty charm, and impresses all the girls with her witty banter and leadership skills.

give me brooding alejandro who is best friends with resident goofball izzy. alejandro desperately wants to hate her, she’s so loud and clingy, but she’s also so genuine it’s hard not to like her! he’s been stuck with her since she helped drag him through the first few challenges in season one!

also noah absolutely despising izzy is rlly funny to me. she constantly calls him “nono” and he wants to strangle her everytime! (he secretly likes her bc he’s still noah, but that also means he’s much more vocal about his annoyances with everyone)

owen is. batshit insane. that’s about all to be said about him. gives constant stories about growing up in a lab and that’s how he can eat almost anything, claims the government is after him. most people believe him.

give me harold whose still incredibly nerdy and smart, but with incredible aura. everyone loves hearing about all the different camps he’s been to, it explains how cool he is! give me weird off putting bridgette that’s constantly infodumping about the ocean and animals. i love her.

PATHETIC DOWN BAD GWEN vs angsty punk cody. oh lord i want pathetic gwen and punk cody. gwen is a silly music prep and cody is an alt heartthrob. help me.

JOCK LINDSAYYYY <3 give me lindsay who is incredible at softball. give me tyler who’s an incredible fashionista. fashion boy x jock girl and they’re both idiots MMM YES

duncan and courtney is a relatively common one but i love them nonetheless!!! delinquent courtney… purple streaks in her choppy hair, constantly breaking the rules of the game. strict class president duncan, who constantly has to keep court from attacking everyone!!!!

i love the concept of zeke being more of a gentle character who adores animals and has terrible anxiety, it feels fitting! give me freak dj. allow the boy to go feral. i wanna see him be a little nuts he deserves it!

give me super tdi obsessed heather, who barely cares about winning. give me bitch sierra, who still knows everything about everyone, but plays a perfect villain because of it. her and noah would actually want to murder each other the whole season!

and chris and chef ofc… give me snarky and witty chef, who takes delight in everyone’s torture. give me chris who reluctantly cooks for the bratty kids, constantly yelling at them and grumbling about being too good for his job. they’re obviously in love.

anyways the possibilities with such a huge swap for everyone so so ehienwjwbejeb i just adore different tdi aus <3