#andddd i hope that all makes sense!!

[mangosaurus]

Hi! Love your jwcc fanarts! (Hope u don't think my question is to annoying lmao 😭❤️)

I wanna ask u what do u think about that theory abt Ben gf being a catfish? Maybe one of that people that have been hunting them idk. Some posts claim it's actually Brooklyn trying to keep herself updated about the whole situation?? TO MUCH THEORIES

Also if the gf is actually real I'm curious about your opinion. Like I saw a post saying that Ben could be Bi, Pan, etc, but really, I am bisexual myself and there is no bi subtext on that boy... and it's not like they suddenly are gonna officialize he is bi/pan, or give him this type of subtext at this point of the franchise. Is not cool when people call "bi/pan" a media trying to avoid dealing with a character queerness. It's just painful that people think this is a real way of portrait of a bi/pan experience. It's not!!

AW thank you so much! i know i haven't posted much art lately but it still makes me really happy to hear that people enjoy it. and your question isn't annoying at all, don't worry about it :) i love receiving and answering asks, it doesn't matter what they're about

the more time that passes the more plausible the catfish GF theory sounds to me. if i had to guess, ben probably met his girlfriend online, possibly through dark jurassic (which a lot of the fandom seems to be in consensus about). as for it being brooklynn ... not too sure about that one! i've mostly treated it as a crack theory up until now, if just because of how absurd it sounds on paper, but i wouldn't put it past brooklynn to pull something like that. keeping in touch with ben is probably one of her only links back to her friends, besides her contact with ronnie (who is only partially connected to darius at this point, since he quit the DPW). i'd recommend giving these two posts by kitabearuwu a read if you're interested in exploring that theory further.

now if the girlfriend is real: i obviously can't speak for you or other bi/pan/otherwise mspec people, but i've come to not care all that much, if i'm being honest. it was definitely a shock to hear, as was the intended effect, since darius, sammy, and yasmina all initially reacted with surprise. but my question is what harm does ben having a girlfriend in chaos theory pose? like, does it play into any negative stereotypes? does it communicate a dangerous message about queer people? i've seen some people argue that it perpetuates the notion that mlm relationships are "icky" and shouldn't be portrayed in media, but i have to disagree, respectfully.

i think it's also really important to remember that subtext is ... ultimately kind of subjective, and is totally independent of the creator's intentions. that's the whole point of subtext—it exists below (hence the prefix sub-) the underbelly of the text. you have to be looking for it to see it, basically. and for a long time, the fandom (or at least the queer part of the fandom) subtextually read ben as gay! a lot of that had to do with his rather intimate interactions with the other boys, juxtaposed against the way he rejected yasmina when he thought she had a crush on him ("i like you, but i don't like like you ... i'm just now starting to find myself"). but ... i don't know, if we want to start citing text, you could also argue that ben's whole thing about not putting him in a box circa jwcc s5 could be a point towards him being generally unlabeled, which leaves room for him being mspec.

if i had to make some definitive statement on the matter, i guess it'd be that this fandom gets really bogged down by the specific labels of these characters, when it's really not all that necessary. this is still a gay show made by gay people featuring unapologetically gay characters in explicitly gay relationships, of which has been some of the best gay rep i've ever seen in media. and having that kind of representation on TV matters more to me than knowing what ben specifically identifies as, even if it doesn't align with my headcanon. it doesn't have to! but i also don't know for sure if it doesn't align with my headcanon, because we haven't gotten the full story yet. ben's girlfriend is most likely gonna be of some importance, given that he mentioned her twice without going into much detail about her. that leaves a lot of room in future seasons to expand upon who she is and her role in both the greater narrative and ben's life specifically, including his identity. i just think it's best we reserve judgement at this point, basically

[occamstfs]

Triple Shot Theft

Trying to nab himself a sweet treat, Liam finds himself growing into the behemoth whose order he stole.

Shorter story! Petty thief to meathead bodybuilder, hope you enjoy this slightly more succinct story! -Occam

The coffee was in his sights. Liam just needs to wait for a moment when the mobile order counter was unattended andddd- There. He’s already out the door and headed down the street with enough caffeine to get him through his morning. I mean he’s not proud of his little act of delinquency, but it’s not like anyone’s suffering right? The coffee shop has unlimited resources, they'll make whatever poor schmuck whose drink he just nabbed a new one. 

Speaking of, now that he’s home free it’s well time for the first sip. Liam briefly checks the name on the cup, Elijah. “Well Eli, cheers to you. Bottoms up-” Raising the steaming togo cup to his lips Liam prepares for the ritual first burning sip. Not checking the label as he wants to be surprised by whatever hides underneath the lid. As soon as the drink touches his tongue it is revealed to be quite the unpleasant one as he rears back from the scalding drink and grimaces.

Totally unrelated from the boiling heat, the taste was the single most bitter thing he’s ever experienced before in his life. Sticking his burned tongue out before whispering a complaint he checks the label, “Jesus Christ dude!? What the fuck did your order?” Taking no time to analyze his criticism of a man who is by all intents his victim, his eyes grow wide as he sees the drink is a Black Dead Eye, that is drip coffee with three shots. 

He feels his heart flutter as he thinks about the amount of caffeine he now holds in his hand and plans how he is going to ration it out so he doesn’t completely overload himself. His mind briefly tries to picture the type of man to order this, though before a clear thought could be produced he shrugs and takes another sip. Could’ve at least had some syrup in there guy. Still taking a strained sip, an idea unfamiliar fills his mind, ‘psh as if I’m gonna drink some empty calories to start my day.’ 

Eliam’s eye twitches as he scrunches his face, presumably from the bitterness and grunts, “ugh, I hate-” Feeling a frog in his throat he clears it a few times in short succession. “Man, this drink sucks.” His brow immediately furrows as he hears his voice almost sounds deeper to his ears? Eliam eyes the drink for half a second before shrugging and assuming he must be coming down with a cold. Something within his subconscious questions how that will affect his time at work? No, not work, something else. Something close though, his arm rises in a right angle and he tilts his head as the thin limb tries to flex, immediately confused as to why he just did that, after a pause he reconsiders. Why does his bicep look so puny?

Uncomfortable with his bicep barely manipulating the sleeve of his shirt he considers, “Maybe I should start hitting up the gym?” Eliam scratches at his chest and frowns as he feels truly no muscle definition hiding under his T-shirt. His head buzzes with foreign emotion and instinct as the general apathy he has for his body and appearance is rapidly being replaced with disdain nearing disgust. He grunts and keels over as static, burning pins and needles, begins to overwhelm his senses. In the process he nearly spills his coffee which hits him with far more anxiety than losing a drink you didn't even pay for should.

His mouth is cold and dry as he stares at his nearly lost midnight dark drink and, even greater than the bizarre numbness and strange sensations contorting his body, he feels an urge, a need, to drink. Lips puckering as they strain to get closer to the cup as he brings it to his mouth, his legs give out and he falls back against a shop window. Passersby sneer at him as doggedly sits on the sidewalk and raises the cup completely upside down and lets it pour into his wanting mouth. His throat struggles to keep up as something besides himself, something with a will stronger than his own, forces him to down the burning drink in one go.

Mission accomplished, he gasps for air and wipes the few drops of coffee that landed outside of his mouth off his face before sucking them off his stained finger. When a businessman looks down at him with an eyebrow raised Eliamh feels a burning in his chest at the challenge. His jaw clenches and every muscle burns with the desire to show the pen pusher what’s up, dude doesn’t even know what the grind is! Eliamh’s eye twitches and he clenches at his gut as for the first time in his life it seems to be straining his intentionally baggy shirt.

The pettiest thief struggles to stand, using the wall for support as his legs suddenly struggle to carry his body. All the while making embarrassing grunts. He begins burping loudly as his stomach tries to get him to reject the drink in the only way it can. He feels more bloated with every labored breath and heavy movement, his midriff now exposes his thin treasure trail as his arms begin to fill the sleeves of his wrinkled button up. In between burps and groans he just gets out in his now decidedly duller voice, “Whuh- what was in that cup-” 

Usually happy to hide, Eliamh feels a rising need to challenge every man in sight, realizing something is beginning to overwrite his usual instincts, his rational ideas. As his pants begin to strain, thighs and ass bulging larger, Eliamh realizes that no matter his new desire to post up he needs to wait out whatever, uh, food poisoning this is. Stumbling into the storefront he’s thus far used as a stabilizer he groans out to the clerk, hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud burp, “Burmgh- I, ugh. Need yer restroom, dude.” Mouth curling into a frown at the clearly unwell man the cashier just points to the room at the back and Eliamh quickly stumbles through the door and locks it behind him.

Panting, Eliamh falls to the floor. Sweating through his clothes he leaves a trail on the door as he slides against it. Unconcerned with the filth of being on a bathroom floor his mind screams as his body begins to expand in every direction. Fabric tears as his bloated gut redistributes itself across his whole form. His arms that only recently bulged with any weight at all suddenly rip entirely through his shirt. Veiny biceps tear through, bursting larger than his thighs before his forearms race to match. His hands grow rough with callouses as he tears at his clothes as they begin to suffocate him.

Elijam’s shoulders pecs are initially inhibited by the clothes barely hanging in there. As soon as they give way and his torso is freed to the air do they begin their transformation outright. Drool pouring from his mouth as his mind flitters between the horror of becoming something anathema to himself while at the same time rapidly recognizing the arms as the powerful weapons he has honed for years now. Initially absent, the muscle on his chest pointedly makes up for the years spent abandoned. Pumping larger as his lungs expands and his chest widens to match shoulders that thicken to be shoulderpads, his pecs begin to become unseemly. Weighty enough that his current legs could never support them, his pecs surge to a size where the idea that he could ever be anything but a diligent bodybuilder is foolish.

His rougher hands trail down his sweaty, impossibly large chest and find that there are now swaths of his body where his bulging biceps and dense pecs collide that he simply can no longer touch. Moving down to feel abs as they push themselves out of his lower torso like cobblestones, his grunts and burps turn to deep moans as he bathes in the pleasure of becoming Elijah. Finally reaching low enough to free his package as it begins to fill his constricting pants, Elijah palms his balls as they begin to fill his body with hormones that make his boorish mindset make far more sense. 

Outside in the store the clerk contemplates calling the authorities as the deep moans echoing from the bathroom begin to scare off customers. Back in the restroom the bodybuilders thighs expand to truly the size of tree trunks as they lengthen along the cold tile. Immediately do they tear his pants as it becomes clear that he’ll never take a step without his massive legs rubbing against each other. It’s a wonder his package has any room at all to be as large as it is given the real estate taken up by his massive lower body. In no time at all the sweaty behemoth finds himself filling the small room with his musk which only heightens his heady delight.

His eyes cross as the few shreds of Liam that remained ingrained in his psyche through it all begin to give up the ghost. His balls pulse as the paltry aspects drain from his mind and every inch of him fully shifts to that of Elijah. Memories of countless hours spent underneath the bench press bar, tracking protein consumption, comparing his form with other massive titans. At the very same moment do loads begin to fly. Shooting high enough to grace the ceiling, his spunk stains the wall behind him like splatters on a canvas. His impossible changes took less than a minute but in his ecstasy he feels each and every one of Elijah’s memories soar to fill his mind.

Stumbling to his thick soled feet Elijah scratches his head as he tries to think how he’ll leave this store with nothing to cover his titanic form. The cogs of his mind turn slow enough that it seems like he can barely produce a thought at all. He grabs toilet paper to start to clean the mess made, but only ends up smearing it against the walls. Suddenly he laughs a dull guffaw as he remembers he lives nearby, just needs to run through the store and he’s home free. He’s sure the customers won’t mind seeing him in the buff, he thinks as he smirks at his peaking bicep. 

His cock stirs again as he wonders when he got this pump in. Knowing he doesn’t have time for another session right now he covers his impressive package with his torn clothes and sprints through the lobby, the clerk doesn’t have time to finish his name before he’s exited the storefront and begun to sprint homewards. Pushing through any man who doesn’t quite move out of the way in time, Elijah hits himself in the head as he realizes he needs to apologize to his bro for stealing his coffee this morning. Just as soon does the thought fade with another slow witted guffaw. He’s sure Elijah won’t mind, he’d probably do the same even. After all, they’ve got a lot in common.

[ashessonfire]

Hello, i have a potential kaz x reader request for you!! I, for some reason, love the idea of a very soft/domestic kaz moment with reader who isn’t involved in the crime life. So what about y/n being married to kaz and for some reason she makes her way down to the crow club (maybe someone broke into the house or something) and kaz is extreamly confused and concerned and the rest if the crows are like "andddd who are you?"

if you don't feel it, feel free to ignore!

'Intruder' - Kaz Brekker x reader

Prompt - Kaz is a highly secretive man, even to his closest friends, but what happens when a panicked citizen rushes into the Crow Club demanding his presence? It could even suggest that he had the ability to love. - Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Civilian!Reader (Gender neautral)(married for at least a few years but not specified) - Warnings: Thief enters readers house, brief mention of fighting and injury, a knife?? Kaz just being super soft for you! <333 PART TWO NOW POSTED! (click here) - A/N: Thank you for ALL the love on the last post, and my first fic ever! I hope this does just as well and its enjoyed too. I know its not as fluffy as maybe expected but i really like how it turned out. PLEASE KEEP REQUESTING!!(some moonknight coming soon) <3333

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The chilling wind of Ketterdam rushed past your face, adding to your already watering eyes that couldn’t stop frantically searching around for further threats.

You had been enjoying a quiet morning, browsing the market, drinking tea with friends, and even finding a new hat for Kaz. All was serene, until you turned the lock in the front door, only to be confronted by a menacing figure, knife gripped in one hand, Kaz’s favourite (and most expensive) tea set in the other.

A small gasp escaped you, before your mind took control, rushing forward to land a harsh blow directly on the figure’s nose, just at the right angle like Kaz had demonstrated.

He let out a murderous scream whilst dropping the tea set onto the ground, the shattering of the pieces echoing in your heart and mind. However, this granted you enough time to grab the edge of his jacket and pull him through the doorframe, using every ounce of your strength.

He stumbled down the steps of the small apartment, loosing his footing and falling rapidly, landing brutally on the cobblestone street below and roaring in pain as a jolting crack resounded from where he landed.

Without thinking, you scrambled inside, bolted the door, and ran as fast as you possibly could out of the side entrance, internally crying as your boots struggled through the remains of your husband's most beloved item.

As you struggled through the tight alleyway, you prayed that the Stadwatch had noticed the commotion and apprehended the man. As you bolted down the poorly lit streets of the barrel, thoughts of terror began plaguing your mind.

What if Kaz hadn’t taught you to defend yourself? What if you had reacted too slowly? Would Kaz be angry with you for not finishing the job? How would ‘Dirtyhands’ react to your utter horror at one intruder?

You were abruptly ripped from your thoughts by the unmistakable image of a crow, hanging magnificently above the crowded street. Pushing your way through the crowd, you suppressed the nerves rising in your chest, threatening to choke you, as you entered the crow club for the first time.

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The unmistakable smell of alcohol and smoke clouded your senses immediately, as crowds of ‘pigeons,’ as Kaz may call them, wandered around the floor without a care for others around them.

As frightening as the previous events had been, you didn’t allow yourself to be overwhelmed by this too, shoving your violently shaking hands into your pockets to stop the visible nerves from showing.

Jesper and Wylan sat in close proximity at the bar edge, as far from the yelling and cheering of the customers as they possibly could. Your gazed locked onto the face of the tall Zemeni man, thinking back to the hundreds of times Kaz’s mask had slipped, and he had spoken fondly of his best friend.

Despite Kaz’s firm objection to verbal communication, he often fell victim to your warmth and comfort, his affections for his crew spilling into casual conversation, almost subconsciously. Of course, the Bastard of the Barrel couldn’t hold onto something as weak as friendship. However, this meant that you were very familiar with each of his ‘crows,’ despite never officially meeting any of them.

Mustering all the courage you could, you sucked in a sharp breath, preparing yourself for the challenging journey to your last hope at finding him.

You weaved your way cautiously between the rowdy groups, dodging drunken gestures and swinging arms, until you reached the pair sat at the bar, panic spreading through your body like wildfire. You made note to keep your hands firmly tucked within the safety of your jacket, in a feeble attempt to keep up a façade of confidence.

As their gazes turned towards you, you gently cleared your throat in the hopes of removing any indication of fright, and in turn, weakness from your voice.

“I’m looking for Kaz? Kaz Brekker?” you stuttered out, eyes darting around to avoid the quizzical gazes of the two men in front of you. Under different circumstances you wished to have met them when your usual air of joy blanketed not only you, but all of those who encountered you too. Yet it seemed like the Saints weren't on your side for that wish today.

You were snapped back from your thoughts, as they glanced at each other, sharing an unspoken but clear sense of bewilderment between them at your odd request. Often drunken pigeons, or rough street urchins would request to see the boss, but it wasn’t a common sight to see a regularly dressed citizen in such a state demanding an audience with Mr Brekker himself.

“I’m afraid it’s pretty difficult to get a meeting with the boss, always busy you know?” spoke the man you assumed to be Jesper, in a kind but skeptical tone, swirling the drink in his hand as he failed to decipher the reason for your visit.

Panic began to claw its way deeper into your chest, as you quickly blurted out “Please, its important, I need to see Kaz. Please bring me to see him.” The sudden outburst once again surprised the men, however Wylan’s gaze softened at the clear desperation on your features, and Jesper’s confusion morphed into something that resembled pity.

Wylan subtly leaned into Jesper, whispering “I think you should take her, she seems pretty desperate?” causing Jesper to let out a sigh before meeting your gaze yet again.

Reluctantly, Jesper stood up, stretching his limbs well, before letting out a dramatic sigh, followed by a feigned annoyance at the request, analyzing you for a moment before stating, “Let’s go see the boss then.”

He quickly turned back to you, flashing a lopsided, yet winning grin, which put to rest some of the bubbling anxiety that was becoming inescapable. As you ascended the stairs to his office, a skeptical looking woman glanced curiously up at the three of you, hopping out of her chair to trail behind you, whilst stuffing the remains of what looked like a waffle into her mouth.

Before you could inquire about the third individual following your small group, you were suddenly met with the dark oak door of Kaz Brekker’s office. Jesper shot another reassuring grin back at you, as he rapidly knocked on the office door and let himself in before an answer called out.

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The instant you saw your husband, the tears glossed over your eyes, shining with a dangerous threat of escaping. However, to your surprise, you were able to win the valiant battle for a little longer.

You knew how vital it was for your husband to keep his personal life separated from his work life; one wrong move, and you could end up in the hands of another gang, tortured in exchange for information on the Dregs. This knowledge was what kept you from barreling towards his desk without a second thought, with even the smallest slip from Jesper potentially ruining every bit of yours and Kaz’s struggle to break down his walls.

Kaz sat at his desk at the centre of the bleak room, a faint patch of light hitting his face from a glowing street lantern, casting deep shadows across his sharp features. His shoulders tensed as he remained solely focused on the blueprint in front of him, his harsh glare at the sheet almost seemed as if he was planning to murder it. Perhaps if you weren’t so shaken you may have let out a soft laugh at his pure concentration.

“What is it? I have no time for irrelevant interruption, this marksheet needs to be completed before twelve bells tonight,” A sharp voice suddenly cut through the thick silence. Jesper cleared his throat before confronting his boss, shifting his weight between each foot at the temper that Kaz was evidently displaying.

“Well, you see, I was sitting downstairs with Wylan at the bar, when all of a sudden…” Jesper started, but was cut off by a deadly look from Kaz to get to the point. As his gaze shot upwards towards the sharpshooter, he finally noticed the second figure in the room and his heart plummeted.

Why were you here?

Kaz’s mind began spinning, grasping for any logical reason as to why you were in the one of the most dangerous staves of the Barrel, requiring his assistance.

An identical panic to yours seized his chest as he inspected your state, your hair was windswept, eyes glossed over and glinting with a touch of fear, a visible shake to your arms and legs, which he had been fortunate enough to never experience until now.

You looked utterly terrified.

A single murderous look was enough for Jesper to throw his hands up in defense, and saunter quietly out of the room, glancing curiously back at the two of you as he shut the door. Jesper thought to himself that his life in the long run would be far more valuable than the price of his curiosity now.

Although Kaz is a man of few words, he seemed truly speechless, barely managing to register his own steps as he moved slowly towards you, each limp bringing his comfort closer and closer to you. Once he had reached your figure, he noticed you had curled in on yourself, hands clasped firmly together in front of you, and eyes darting rapidly around his face, searching for something, as it appeared to him.

He slowly reached towards you, and with a gloved hand, tenderly unwound your fingers from their iron grip, instead intertwining them with his own to bring you comfort and slow your light but swift breathing. Kaz remained tight-lipped, words rushing through his head, yet not formulating into any combination which he thought would be appropriate to calm you down.

He gazed intensely into your eyes, softening with each moment as he took in your shaken state, something that was rare due to his exceptional ability to keep you away from his violent life.

Until now.

Yet you had taught him not to run anymore when he encounters challenges, leading him to battle his mind later, and care for you in the present. Plus, you had the courage to make your way through the barrel in this condition, the least he could do was give you his everything.

You released a long, shaky sigh, staring only at Kaz’s chest now in order to match your breaths, imagining that your hearts were beating together too. You knew Kaz was struggling to find a grip within his thoughts, fingers twitching against your own as his body worked overtime, in a way it only did for you.

Several minutes passed in a strange silence, as the pair of you basked in each other's presence, the close distance allowing both of you to be assured the other is safe and within reach, yet the tension and anxiety still buzzed through the air.

“Someone broke in, I’m not sure who or from where. Tried to steal your favorite tea set, you know the one you brought back from Ravka once? I hit him square like you said. But it, but it boke. Shattered actually. It gave me enough time to run, but I don’t know. He may have followed or…” you suddenly burst out, the emotions flowing out of you through your words, and soon to follow were the tears.

You were cut off in your rambling however, as a feather-light kiss graced your temple, drawing you into a pool of warmth, suddenly able to feel the heat of the fire and the glow of the candles that surrounded Kaz’s office, likely gifts of yours.

Although Kaz’s voice was hardened, you knew he was holding back significantly to soothe you, building up wrath to unleash on the unfortunate man who entered your house earlier. The claws of the anxiety released their hold on you, allowing you to breathe deeply for the first time in hours.

“I’m here, darling, and you don’t need to think about that anymore,” he eventually breathed out, “I'll take care of it. I promise. I promise you,” he whispered against your forehead, again leaving the faintest outline of a kiss on the soft skin.

Whilst he was nowhere near healed, over the years you had opened up his deepest wounds and started to stitch them up, with each moment the pain easing ever so slightly. Direct touches were now common, with light pecks, or hand holding being Kaz's most favored actions.

Sometimes if you were lucky, you could get a short kiss on the lips, or a long hug through the safety of many layers; each being evident signs of his love for you, and how you were truly the only one to crack the code to the Bastard of the Barrel's heart.

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Kaz didn’t leave your side for the remainder of the night, bringing you anything you asked for, sitting the armchair closer to his desk to keep him company, hands held tightly until he deemed it safe enough to escort you home.

Wrapping you warmly with his largest coat, he gently placed his best hat atop your head, offering a small smile and breathy laugh as it tilted at an angle. Looking up to meet his gaze, you returned the grin, smile spreading to your eyes and cheeks. Kaz carefully adjusted the edges of the coat to obscure your face, being thorough in the process to avoid any identification of who was accompanying him.

As the door clicked open, and the pair stepped into the hallway, pinkies interlinked, a group of three snooping crows barreled backwards, hitting into each other and the walls. Kaz sent a deathly glare at each of them, as they stood in shock at the sight before them, Jesper gasping, Wylan gaping with fright, and Nina's smirk widening by the second.

After a series of extreme threats hurled at the group outside his office, Kaz pushed past them and dragged you with him, turning his coat collar upwards to hide the growing embarrassment colouring his face.

He crushed the feeling down, instead turning to his internal plotting to enact revenge on your behalf, inwardly smirking at the image of the man begging him for mercy as he pays for his offence in blood.

Meanwhile, Nina stood grinning to herself, proud of her newfound knowledge which she was certain she could use against Kaz at some point soon. Because from that office, she not only heard the hammering heart of the poor citizen girl, but also the one of a love-struck gang leader too.

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[itssliyahhxoxo]

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡 || pt 2 ||

(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)

(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑)

“Girllll you are on fireee” angel your friend laughed shoving her phone in your face. You took it confuse when you did you saw there was a picture took of you and Paige having the conversation after the game and some were of the eye contact you too had that night.

“People get on my nerves sometimes,and you’re one of them” you mumbled walking past her “you know you love me” she giggled following after you “yeah,yeah” you rolled your eyes.

You walked to your room when you got a phone call from you agent “hey what’s up” you answered “you free tonight” she asked hope in her voice “yeah why”. “Great I was hoping you would do an appearance tonight at some club,it’s really cool you’ll be in and out promis” she plead “yeah and the last time you said that you got me drunk” you laughed.

“This time I promise there will be no alcohol” she chuckled You paused thinking about it it has been a while since you been out or made any appearances. “Sure”

(Ur outfit,you can imagine something else if you like)

Paige/3rd pov

“Come onnn it’s just one night please” kk cried. She had wanted to got out sense they had a free night and there was nothing else to do azzi,ice,and nika had already agreed to going but they were all waiting on Paige now.

“I said no” she told them not looking up from her phone and what she was looking at may you ask..edits..of you.

Some were from the your new movie and some were form interviews. All she could do was admire your beauty with a soft smile “whyyyy you’ve been locked up in here for days,live a little” kk cried plopping down next to Paige “it wouldn’t be a party without youuu” kk sang trying to convince her. Paige signed putting down her phone looking at her “if I say yes will you shut up”.

“Yes” kk rushed out with a smile “fine I’ll go,but you’re paying for my drinks”.

Pulling out the club they saw how crowded it was with a sigh Paige got out the car following after everyone “who knew it was gonna be the crowded” azzi wondered. “I think I know why” kk mumbled eyes wide staring ahead “what are you-“ Paige breathed hitched.

You were walking towards the club fans and paparazzi screaming your name as you smiled and waved trying to make your way through. Her breath almost stopped when your eyes met hers you smiled at before turning to angel telling her something before making your way toward her.

“B-be cool” she turned to everyone behind her panicking “more like you be cool” azzi laughed everyone else laughed with her. “Hi” you smiled stopping in front of her her mouth was opened but nothing came out.

Kk hit her back snapping her out of it “hi” she blushed “what are you doing here” you ask softly laughing at her face “uhh p-partying” she answered leaning her Hand on the wall beside her clearing her throat trying to keep her cool. “She losing it” kk mumbled to the others she all nodded agreeing watching their friend make a full of herself.

“In line” you asked confused “yeah-I m-mean no were waiting” she rushed out you plinked at her. “okayy” you answered confused,you paused for a moment looking at how long the line was you softly smiled looking back at her.

“How about you all come with me,I could even get you in VIP if you want” “WHAT” they all shouted surprise “w-what WE mean is you don’t have to do that right” Paige softly shouted looking back at them. They all looked away mumbling to each other.

Paige rolled her eyes looking back at you “it really no problem besides it just me and my friend” you pointed behind you were angel was with the paparazzi snapping as many photos as they could get of you and Paige “you sure” she asked “ totally,it no problem” you smiled taking her hand in your walking towards the entrance, the rest following behind her with smiles on my faces.



(I know it’s a little short but the next will be a little longer andddd..Paige gonna get a little jealous 🤭)

[rascal-xo]

Not sure if you have or are planning to do something like this but I have an idea:

Keegan (P Russ) and reader are in a situationship and he doesn’t treat her well enough. Ends up being a bit of a cheater and neglects her so she confides in Ghost (who is actually in love with her) . He tries to convince her to leave him and confesses to her his own feelings. They end up getting together andddd Keegan regrets it

You could add smut if you want 🤭

Broken | Keegan P Russ x Simon Riley x Female Reader |

Chapter summary: You confide in a certain Lieutenant after your complicated relationship with Keegan, goes south.

Warnings: Cheating, ANGST, language, smoking, SMUT, Not Proofread

Tags: @pukbadger @fiveshelmet @whirly-birbs @myguiltypleasures21 @madamemelancholysstuff @emmaadlerrichtofen1 @swissy23

A/N: Well, I guess fictional characters cant even escape the horrors of a complicated situationship… I hope you enjoy :)) SORRY ITS A LONG ONE

You take a deep breath, the familiar scent of home filling your lungs as you stand outside Keegan's apartment door. It has been a long and grueling deployment, and all you want is to see him, to feel his arms around you and forget about the hardships you've faced.

With a smile on your face and your duffel bag on the floor next to your feet, you raise your hand and knock on the door, eager to surprise him.

Seconds pass, and you can hear footsteps approaching from the other side. Your heart flutters with anticipation, but as the door swings open, your smile fades away. It's not Keegan standing there; instead, a random girl with disheveled hair and a guilty expression meets your gaze. “Who the hell are you?” You ask, taken aback.

“Oh shit..” She mutters, shocked herself. Confusion and shock flood your senses, leaving you speechless for a moment. Then, Keegan emerges from behind the girl, his face contorted with surprise and panic.

As your eyes meet his, the truth dawns upon you like a cruel punch to the gut. The betrayal stings deep, a mix of heartbreak and anger coursing through your veins.

"Son of a bitch." you finally manage to choke out, your voice trembling with hurt. Keegan's mouth opens and closes, his attempts to find an excuse falling on deaf ears. The young woman turns around, walking back into the apartment leaving Keegan on the doorstep to face you.

You can't bear to hear his lies, nor do you want to witness the guilt staining his face. With a surge of raw emotion, you turn on your heel and sling your bag over your shoulder, tears blurring your vision.

"Y/N, wait!" Keegan's voice calls after you, desperation lacing every syllable.

“Don’t.” You say, your voice threatening to crack. "I trusted you, Keegan," you continue, your voice trembling with a mixture of pain and anger.

Keegan reaches out to grab your arm, but you wrench yourself free from his touch. "Don't touch me," you hiss, your voice laced with venom.

“For fucks sake, Y/N, it was a mistake!” He pleads, making you scoff a laugh. “She’s just a friend!”

Keegan's face contorts with a mix of frustration and desperation. "I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. You have to believe me."

The hurt within you simmers, but it doesn't extinguish your resolve. “I’m not doing this with you Keegan. You’re a fucking coward.” You say, letting out a sigh.

Silence settles between you, heavy with unspoken words and shattered trust. With that, you leave him standing there, his anger and remorse echoing in the air. You walk away with your heart heavy.

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As you make your way back to the base, the familiar surroundings offer a bittersweet comfort. The compound stands before you, but this time, as you approach your lodgings, a sense of emptiness hangs in the air.

The door creaks open as you push it, revealing an eerily quiet and vacant space. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in – the rest of the team have gone back to their respective homes on leave.

You let out a heavy sigh, your duffel bag dropping to the ground with a thud. It feels strange to be back, to find yourself alone in a place that was once bustling with activity. The weight of your recent heartbreak and the loneliness of the empty compound bear down on you.

But then, as your eyes scan the room, you notice a figure seated at a nearby table. Ghost. He sits there, meticulously cleaning his knives, his focus unwavering. The silver blades gleam under the dim light, a reflection of his unwavering dedication.

His eyes, hidden behind the iconic skull mask, flicker up to meet yours as you enter. “Back so soon, Sergeant?” He says, his voice steady as he focuses back on his knives.

Though his voice may be deep and daunting beneath the mask, there's a sense of comfort in his presence. You’ve worked along side the Lieutenant long enough to get on his good and almost friendly. Always a surprise that the man even has one.

You take a few steps closer, the sound of your boots echoing through the empty space. Ghost's question hangs in the air, and you can't help but chuckle softly.

"Yeah, didn't exactly go as planned," you reply, a hint of weariness seeping into your voice. "Learned my lesson though.”

Ghost sets aside one of the gleaming knives and looks up at you, his masked face unreadable. But you've learned to pick up on the subtle cues, the way his eyes seem to soften behind the mask, revealing a glimpse of the man beneath the stoic exterior.

"You always do, Sergeant," he says, his tone carrying a hint of understanding. You walk past him and to the refrigerator, opening it to the examine the selection of renaming beer.

You grab two bottles and close the fridge.

You move closer to the table, taking a seat opposite Ghost. The quiet hum of the compound settles around you, the silence interrupted only by the placing of one of the bottles in front of him. “That bad?” He asks, his voice almost amusing. He takes one of his cleaned knives and pops open both bottle caps.

You offer him a wry smile as you pick up your own bottle, the cool glass providing a welcomed respite for your weary soul. The clinking of the bottle caps meeting echoes through the room, a sound that signifies a shared moment of solace.

"Yeah, you could say that," you reply, a mixture of bitterness and resignation lacing your words.

Ghost's gloved hand deftly twirls the knife between his fingers, a silent display of his dexterity. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, meet yours, and you can almost sense the unspoken tension that exists between the two of you.

As you sit there, the weight of your heartbreak pressing upon you, you find yourself opening up to Ghost. The words spill forth, recounting the painful discovery of Keegan's betrayal, and the emotions that have been swirling within you since that moment.

Ghost listens in silence, his masked face immovable, but you can sense the fire of anger burning within him. Your eyes don’t see the way his fists tighten, and the way his eyes, seem to flash with an intensity.

Inside his mind, Ghost seethes with a fury that matches your own. How could someone dare to treat an angel of a woman like you so poorly? The audacity, the sheer disrespect, it boils his blood. But he keeps his thoughts to himself, understanding that you need support and understanding, not his own rage fueling the fire.

Ghost's grip tightens around his knife, his knuckles turning white. He wants to reach out, to offer you his touch and reassurance, but he knows that sometimes words fall short. Instead, he maintains his stoic silence, his eyes fixed on you.

After your first drink you decide to fuel the fire in your heart a bit more and go for your 2nd, now a bit more confident in your feelings.

Ghost watches you intently. Knowing he’d treat you better than Keegan ever did, tenfold. If he had the chance to have you how he’d never dream of letting you go.

In a moment of vulnerability, as your eyes meet, Ghost's hand reaches out, hesitating for a fraction of a second before gently taking hold of yours. His touch is warm, his grip firm yet tender, and a surge of electricity seems to pass between you.

Your breath catches in your throat, a mixture of surprise and a flicker of something more. It's as if the world around you fades into the background, leaving only the tangible connection between your hands. Ghost's touch is grounding, providing a sense of comfort and security that you desperately crave.

As the intensity of the moment washes over you, the floodgates of your emotions open wide, overwhelming your senses.

Unable to contain the rush of affection that surges within you, you lean in closer, your heart pounding in your chest.

With a mix of vulnerability and longing, you press a soft, lingering kiss against the fabric of Ghost's balaclava, right over his lips.

You pull back slowly looking deeply into his eyes as he gazes back. In an instant, as if the weight of the unspoken desire becomes too much to bear, Ghost's hand tightens around yours. Without hesitation, he pulls you back towards him, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and determination.

With a swift motion, he lifts his mask just above his lips, revealing a fraction of his face, before capturing your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. The world around you fades away as the heat of the moment consumes you both, igniting a fire that burns brightly.

His lips mold against yours, a perfect fit that speaks volumes of the connection you share. It's a kiss born of raw emotion, a release of the pent-up longing that has simmered between you.

The counter becomes a temporary sanctuary, as Ghost's strong arms encircle you, pulling you into an embrace that leaves no room for doubt. The intensity of his kiss matches the fervor of your own, each exchange conveying a depth of emotion that surpasses any words.

As he gently pushes you back against the counter,his hands roam over your body, caressing every curve with a tenderness.

You can feel his arousal through the material of his jeans, and it only serves to heighten your own desire. You can't resist teasing him, though, and you pull away from him, just enough to look into his eyes.

"I need you," you say breathlessly. He takes you by the hand, leading you down the hall to his bedroom. You have never been there before, but the way he leads you makes it seem like you've been here many times.

He pulls you onto his bed, then leans over you, his dog tags dangling as kissing you deeply once more.

His tongue explores your mouth, tasting and probing. Your hands explore his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

You move them down to his waistband, where they rest for a moment. Then you reach down to undo his belt, and slowly lower his zipper.

His breathing is ragged, and his kisses become more urgent as he feels your hands on his skin. When you finally free his cock, it springs up.

But before you can lean down to taste it, the hand under your chin lifts your face up to meet his eyes. “I cant wait any longer, Y/N.” And with one swift movement, He’s holding you against the wall.

He holds you against the wall, his cock teasing at your entrance.

You can feel how hard he is for you, and you want it inside of you so badly that your legs start to shake. You press yourself up against him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Finally in one thrust he enters you causing you both to moan out loud. He starts to move slowly at first, but as soon as you're able to relax you start moving with him. Your hands slide down his back and over his ass, pulling him into you even harder.

His lips find yours again, and he begins kissing you deeply. His hand slides down your body, and he rubs your clit gently. You moan into his mouth, and you feel your orgasm coming on fast. “Simon!” You’re nearly seeing stars as he keeps his pace.

A sudden pulse from your walls almost sends him over the edge. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” He groans, letting his head rest in the valley of your neck.

You feel your orgasm rip through you, and you ride your release seeing stars. He continues to fuck you through his own high, making you scream out in pleasure.

Both of you come down from your highs, panting as he holds you steady against the wall. For a split moment you believe you could stay in his arms forever, but reality hasn’t set in yet.

And unbeknownst to each other, you both hope it never does.

A/N: Sorry this was a long one. Thoughts?? please let me know in the comments and replies!!

[evansuvamp]

Aztec Pantheon in RoR -story-

The reunion started and the four brothers knew it was a complete nonsense to be there. Quetzalcoatl said he would be there, but, he wasn't seen any place near. Tezcatlipoca exhaled, it was nothing common for him to disappear and break the laws of Zeus. Still, that rebellious attitude made him very proud of his brother. They were like enemies most of the time, bickering for the bare minimun situation. Troubling each other with stupid things and mocking the actions of one and another. But, that was something Tezca couldn't control. He was like that. Huitzilopochtli sat next to him, looking for his brother too. "Strange", he said to himself, crossing his arms behind his head while the other gods took a seat too. All this Ragnarok thing was a total mess. In the end, Zeus was just trying to make Bruhnilde upset. Everyone could sense the cool and tense air around the room. It was a power play and that old man was such a nasty one. None of the brothers was selected to be part of the fighters list. Xipe Totec was furious, because he knew he was that powerful. Even though he gave humans a place to live and take care of each others, they paid him doing the opposite. But the truth was, he wanted to show off his skills, to teach humans how powerful he was. He was even more upset when some low-ranked gods laughed at him. Xipe was losing his cool easily this time, it was a shame. Tezca comforted him and just sighed "See, my brother, this ridiculous play is going to end soon and we'll be able to punish those idiots as we wish. Don't hurry." a cold, black smoke came from his nose. He loved the smell. He was lying to himself perhaps, because it was truly a matter of favoritism from that old man the fact they weren't listed. Them, some of the most feared and badass gods around the world were too much for such fragile humans. The meeting was over and there were no signs from his brother. Now that was weird. Tezca left his brothers and started to walk through the hall, then, a few miles later turned right and started looking for his almost twin. Even his black smoky mirror couldn't show him where he was. He cursed and sighed, just when he was about to leave, the gentle and deep voice of his brother came to his ears: "You see, I really want to help them. Bruhnilde, I think you're a brilliant person and this is a noble action for them. Humans can grow and be better. Destroying them again won't change anything... Perhaps there might be another way..." Quetza spoke, his eyes reflecting the warm light from outdoors and his fangs showing a bit from the corner of his mouth. The valkyrie understood him. It was a deal. "What the hell...?" Tezca sensed something like a pressure on his chest. This changed the whole Ragnarok thing into something serious. His brother was surely strong but naive, really naive and kind. Betraying Zeus wasn't that good honestly...

Andddd this is the begin of the story!! What do you think? After adding the goddeses, I'll do the scond part for this!

Girls, hope you like it! @praisethesuuun @nicasdreamer @itz-hellenz @rlvdnt

[azurem]

Finally something not inkmare related...! this is how I picture dreamtale's trees in my verse. As expected, it's very much not canon compliant! Hope I make sense...!

Okay, so we know that in Dreamtale (DT for short, or I'll go coo coo), there exists 3 trees that basically support all life: the tree of emotions, the tree of magic and the tree of life and death.

In my verse, the attribute of the third tree gets changed so it fits with Reaper existing and vibing: the tree isn't of literally life and death, but rather of memories.

So the trees' attributes resemble the inner composition of a monster's soul: Love (Emotions), Magic, and Compassion (Memories translate into knowledge, the capacity of acknowledging a person's suffering)

But also thanks to that I can explain the existence of Outcodes in my verse...! kinda!

I always felt like the existence of something "inside" the story shouldn't affect something "outside" of it (the only exception being Error, of course, since that's his role), so the idea that the trees ruled over all the AUs' script seemed a bit off to me? So I decided to make it make sense in my head by changing it so the AUs themselves aren't dependent on the trees to have their script played out, but rather the (out)scripts events being dependent on the trees existing.

For example, in a multiverse without the trees, Underfell would play out normally. All feelings, memories, and magic there were coded to happen, so they do happen. However, once the script is done and written, they can't experience anything of that: they can't go outscript because the actions aren't coded; it's like trying to make someone go 5th dimensional. It's just impossible to make it happen (I imagine their character assets/the bodies just stay still until the script plays out again. Kinda like ____tale)

However, if the trees do exist, then the script isn't determinant on whether the characters can act or not. Of course, they'll follow the script most of the time if there's no third person interference, but they will be able to react in case the script isn't followed, because the trees are basically giving the characters... free will? In a way?

This, of course, means that if they ever go offscript they'd be affected by the trees' state. For a second, after Nightmare became corrupted, any action offscript would have been made based on a negative emotion, because they quite literally can't react in other ways since it's not coded.

Andddd going back to the trees themselves...! I imagine there's a super obscure inheritance thing for them (this will help me explain my verse Nightmare's final goal).

Mortals cannot withstand more than one apple since they... uh. Get super overwhelmed by energy and explode. Nightmare doesn't explode, but rather melts because the negativity is just too much for his monster body to handle.

Of course, it can be explained by him being Nim-made, but I can push it a bit further and explain it as him unintentionally kick-starting a process to make him the new Guardian of Emotions (since neither him nor Dream were created to be that, but rather just temporary replacements), which started the moment he ate more than one apple.

As such, his final goal isn't just to steal Dream's apple/kill him just to make everyone feel miserable, but is rather more linked to his desire to ascend into a balanced being that isn't just made from negative emotions, but that controls positive ones, too (a God, if one thinks of Nim as such).

(Whoever has the 1000 apples becomes the new Tree of Emotions, since Nim died).

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Mission Failed

Simon “Ghost” Riley x M!Reader x John “Soap” MacTavish

Last Edited: 17/03/2023

TW: slight angst, foul language, violence, blood, gore, gunshot wound, death mention

@denzellovehazelnuts: Hi! hope you have a good day! Can you do a poly "Ghost x male reader x Soap" (if you comfortable writing poly relationship) with slow burn, angst and fluff at the end? Where Ghost and Soap already in a relationship until the reader came into their team The two male thought the reader wasn't talkative around people but few weeks later, things change at first Ghost seems interesting in the male skill using gun and how fast he can run and Soap like the male sense of humour. Both of them thought it only a friendship type of things. Until the male save Ghost from the enemy on the battlefield and him laughing at Soap jokes. That when the two males known what happen to them, they weren't sure if M/n would comfortable in a relationship with them, so they start doing small things for him like making coffee or helping training,.. And M/n notice it, he even started to fall for the both of them. But he keep denying the things they did for him because he thought that what friend do. and M/n don't think he is ready for a new relationship, he wasn't sure he is good enough for them (the male got trauma from the previous relationships) (more angst please, I would like to suffer for a little bit) (・∀・) After a while, the three of them got into a mission together, everything went good until the male got shot. He thought he going to be de@d soon (only to find out that he only got shot at his leg) so M/n confessed how he feel about the two of them. (andddd I don't know what to do with the ending cause I'm ran out of idea. I would want to see how the treated each other when got into a relationship. Sorry about the grammar, English isn't my first language)

Word Count: 2,654

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Notes: hiiii! i dont do heavy angst but i did do some u know? slow burn it is!!! srry it took so long! irl things hold me back a lot. N since u wanted slow burn, n with all that uve put (about 350 words of things i can work on/with 2 get this drawn out as a full-on fic!! yay!) i had 2 like. try n put all u wanted in there so yea! hope u enjoy!! also! i threw in some other characters like gaz n roach. hope u dont mind em being in here since this is like, a mash of cod n codmw2 (canon? what cancon?) cause i rlly do wanna put some other characters in here that i find interesting n build some sort of character/personality 4 the reader. reader deserves some cool friends-2-brothers!

At first, you hadn’t wanted to join Task Force 141. You were comfortable with your position as the quiet, but light on your feet, knife specialist. Well, that wasn’t truly your title. You were just good with knives. You weren’t too shotty with a gun either. Either weapon being in your hands meant blood was going to be shed. KorTac needed those types, especially those who could use it to get in as well as out; you also couldn’t forget about using your skills to get information. Torturing the prisoners wasn’t something you particularly liked, but you were good at it too. Combining your skills with knives and guns, it truly was hell for anyone on the opposite side of your team. You also couldn’t forget that, out of the others, you were much faster. Sure, some could still beat you at times but that didn’t mean you weren’t good. Bets had been constantly taking place with you, along with others as it was one of the few things any of you could do to pass the time in a less-than-bloody manner.

The transfer from KorTac to Task Force 141 wasn’t smooth. Horangi, or Kim Hong-jin, didn’t let you go for weeks. You were part of his team, one of his men. The leader of KorTac is what most of you saw him as. He knew many of you like the back of his hand. Not to mention, a tiger can be cruel but would never devour its cubs for no reason, well, as some say. As far as you knew, because you were all together, you were a team and therefore family. While there were others who didn’t get along, out in the field, all of you had each other’s back. Very rarely did anyone get left to perish to the enemy.

With all that in mind, it took weeks for him to let you go. More or less, Laswell was the one to convince him; that is if you call bringing each plus every person in KorTac to ruins as “convincing”. She wanted you on a team she could keep tabs on you; doubting her power and skills was out of the question. Which meant leaving KorTac to ensure that everyone else was free from possible imprisonment or death was necessary.

Fitting in wasn’t too hard considering most of the people there were from all over the place. While it’s odd for a member from another team to suddenly appear on another, it didn’t bother most of the others. Just from a glance, you could tell who was into who; as well as who exactly was in a relationship. A man by the name of Ghost including another called Soap, you knew were together. Soap flirted with almost everyone, though it was more teasing and lighthearted. With Ghost though? The flirting went up by twenty percent. His dial for teasing went up tenfold too. Meanwhile, Ghost hardly looked at anyone else, nevertheless, stare at them unless they were the Scottish man. Frankly, you didn’t mind. Who were you to judge the two? Especially when they were good at what they did.

It takes weeks before you’re comfortable enough to so much as talk to anyone 141. Gaz, or Kyle as Soap tended to call him when annoyed, is the first to so much as approach you. While the others are interested, you coming from KorTac had put them off for a bit. Gaz on the other hand treats you like a brother. He’ll throw his arm around your shoulder, dragging you around as he laughs about the past or even at your jokes. At meals, he always throws a raised eyebrow at those who look at you oddly when you’re quiet or sitting with the man. He treats you like you’re part of the team, furthermore, that truly means more than anything to you.

The man is just as bloodthirsty as you are. His stories of falling out of planes along with taking out enemies only lead to you looking up to your new teammate and brother. His tales of meeting Captain Price, past missions, a few tidbits of him being with the SAS, together with some metals he’s earned, only makes you want to pry more stories from the man; not like you don’t have to try. Simply asking about his stories leads to at least an hour-long spill of them from the guy.

And with his stories comes a few of your own. You don’t share much of them, knowing Gaz spreads them to the rest of the team with more dramatics to try to get you to interact with the others. Something you do learn about him that you always keep in mind from his stories is that his blood type is B Negative and shooting any dog, wild or not, makes him feel a bit guilty; he had to shoot one a while ago and apologised to the poor mutt after having to put it down to finish his mission.

With all that he’s shared and how the both of you see each other as brothers, it’s only fair that you let yourself talk to the others in the team. Though your words are short, along with your jokes being told quickly to distract yourself from the stressful situations, you allow yourself to slowly relax with the others. Gaz’s constant support helps you finally allow yourself to bond with your new team and family. It’s only after a mission that things change. 

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“Take the left! Keep your heads down and keep movin’!” Captain Price’s voice rings out in your earpiece. Everything has gone to shit. The intel you’ve been getting was entirely a trap. You’re running through an underground tunnel, Ghost and another man named Roach is running in front of you.

Roach is a quiet man, never talking or letting out a sound, but semi-friendly. From his actions and what you’ve been told of him, he does his best to complete the missions to the tea. The few interactions you’ve had with him were silent but nice. Whether or not he’s mute has crossed your mind time and mind again but you don’t ask; you’d rather leave the man be. After all, he has become something like a friend maybe even another brother.

“Copy. We’re nearly out. Roach and [Redacted] are with me,” Ghost responds, quickening his pace. The rifle smacks against your back as you speed up to keep up with the other two men. Despite the situation, the three of you remain as calm as you can be.

“You’re bein’ tracked like a rabbit is by a hound, Ghost! Move it!” The captain’s orders are clear and the worry is read between the lines. If you three don’t get out, it’s a huge blow to 141. Not only that, but Soap loses his boyfriend, Gaz loses two of his best friends as well as brothers, you three lose your lives, and Task Force 141 loses three of its members. Dying isn’t an option here.

“We have company,” Your words are muffled by your gear but the two soldiers in front of you hear them in their own pieces.

“Fuckin’ hell-” Ghost’s sentence gets cut off by gunfire from behind. Turning around, you fire the Lachmann Sub in your possession.

“We gotta go! They’re gaining!” You clip one of the enemies in the shoulder and another is hit in the stomach. Picking up the speed, the three of you try to beat them out of the tunnel. You cover the back, hoping the two get out before you. If you get surrounded, it’s over.

Thankfully, they haven’t reached the other end of the tunnel as the three of your burst out of the exit. You grab a grenade, pull the pin and throw it in the tunnel. As soon as it leaves your hands, you’re running faster to get to Roach and Ghost before anything else can; one arm wraps around each of your teammates’ necks, dragging them down to the ground as the little metal bomb goes off. Debris flies everywhere, looking for an area to land after being shot out of its place.

With the tunnel exist now collapsed along with no more flying rock and metal, you release the men. “How copy?” Crackles through each of your earpieces. You knock your forearm into Roach’s upper arm, eyes crinkling from your smile. He gives you a grateful nod, standing. You smack Ghost’s arm as he stands, glad to have escaped the enemies for now.

“Tunnel’s collapsed. We’re good. Ready for extraction, Sir,” Blunt and straight to the point are the skull-masked man’s words.

“Good. Heli’s close by. Move to the edge of the town.” With the three of you alive, you can practically feel Captain Price’s relief.

“Copy that, Captain,” Your muffled response comes before Ghost can send in his own. He scans you from the corner of his eye but doesn’t give you a retort. You do, however, hear a small huff of air leave him. You throw your arm around Roach’s neck again, puffs of air leaving you from happiness, meanwhile, his arm comes around your back. Seems the three of you live another day.

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After that mission, Ghost tends to lurk around you more than he originally had. It didn’t help that Soap tends to tag along as well. Thankfully, he finds your jokes hilarious if the loud, boisterous laughter he lets out all the time tells you anything. His teasing ends up piling onto you as well. Before, it was light as well as spread out. Now, it’s almost like he’s talking to Ghost with all the teasing and flirting he now does with you. His boyfriend hardly seems concerned but rather encourages his behaviour. Of course, that doesn’t mean he goes easy on you when the two of your spar together. He’s dead serious when it comes to sparring; it’s only a reminder that while he does good off, he’s just as dangerous as the rest of them.

The two men seem to be fixated on wanting to help you out in training as well. More pointers plus tips are thrown your way when you practice with either of them. Sometimes, they’ll even make you coffee for those sleepless nights. Mentioning such things to Gaz and Roach only leads to your sworn brothers giving you knowing looks or a few teasing words; Gaz is the one with the teasing remarks while Roach pats your shoulder in a mocking but teasing “you poor man” way. Neither seems keen on wanting to spill the tea on why the Scottish and British men have been more affectionate.

While you enjoy their kind gestures, including their company, you’re not sure if you’re ready to admit to yourself, or them, about such feelings or relationships. On the surface, you truly do want to ask them if this is some sort of flirting schtick they have going on. Deep down though, the idea of being with anyone again makes your stomach fill with the lead. How could you enter another relationship? After the last one ended with your soon-to-be fiance’s brains splattered all over a brick wall. How can you move past that? How can you allow yourself to find someone like them? Or even better than them? The answer to that is a sigh alongside a bitter smile. The ring hiding under your tactical gloves seems to burn your skin. Truly, how can you let your first love go? After all, if you weren’t good enough to keep them alive, how can you keep these two from meeting the same gorey end?

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

“To think I’d find myself here… How fuckin’ funny,” You mumble. Another mission, this one just like all the others. Well, it would have been if you hadn’t been shot. The blood leaking from your leg alongside a knife wound to your side leave you in pain. Feeling weak isn’t something uncommon but neither is it constantly happening. Words are being spoken to you through your headset. You were to be the lookout but ended up being the enemy's first target.

“How copy?” Rings in your ears. Your eyes stare blankly in front of you. You feel pathetic. Too tired to talk. Too tired to get up. You just sit, popped up against a tree in the heavily wooded area. You’ve failed, failed, failed.

“C’mon, Mate, how do ya copy?” Soap’s voice is worried and winded. He and Ghost are the people you’ve been teamed up with and you’ve failed.

“[Redacted], how copy?” The next tone is Ghost’s. It sounds slightly strained.

“Mission Failed,” You croak, head tilted back and against the tree.

“Status report, Mate. Where are ya?” He’s rushing, possibly panicked now.

“Got two wounds. Gunshot to the thigh. Knife to the side. Bleeding pretty bad, Soap.” You close your eyes, sighing.

“State your location.” The Brit seems to be just as worried as his Scottish counterpart.

“Dunno. Woods. Against a tree… There’s a lot of blood. Feelin’ woozy.” When you open your eyes, your sight is blurred. You’re losing too much blood.

“Keep talkin’ to us then, yeah? You’ll make it out. We’ll get out together,” The Scot’s words, though hopeful, only make you scoff quietly.

“You know… If I get outta here… Think we can go out sometime? Bourbon and whiskey? The three of us?”

“When we get out, [Redacted]. There’s no if here,” The masked man makes it sound final like there’s no way you’ll die on them.

“Yeah… Yeah..” You don’t say anymore, everything slowly hazing away. It’s like your floating in winter with how cold you feel.

“[Redacted]? Don’t sleep! C’mon! Keep ya eyes open!” Soap’s words fade away along with everything else. All that waits is cold darkness.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

“So… Think you can handle our drinking date after this?” Soap perches on the side table, messing with a lighter he took from Ghost.

“After he’s healed, Johnny. No alcohol before,” A semi-scolding is all the man gets from the brooding Ghost. You laugh slightly, jostling your wounds. You wince but wave off the concerned looks you get.

“After I’m no longer full of holes, Johnny-boy.” You take a sip of water afterwards, making Soap frown playfully.

“And to think I was gonna bring out the good shit fer ya. A shame. A damn shame.” You gently shake your head. It was a close call but Ghost got to you before you completely bled out. From what you’ve been told by Gaz, who yelled at you for an hour after you woke up from your four-day sleep, Ghost and Soap dragged you back to the helicopter. Both refused to leave your side. Captain Price ended up having to yell at the men and bribe them with a bit of alcohol to get them to even go to their own rooms. You made sure to apologize to Gaz, hugging him tightly after his blow-up. He thought he was going to lose a friend and family member so you couldn’t blame him.

Roach gave you the cold should for a while before appearing in your room with a cup of coffee. He made sure to smack the back of your head for your stupidity as well, though it was hardly rough. You grabbed the man before he could so much as bolt though when he saw you getting up to hug him. He hadn’t pushed you away though. And the captain? It felt like you were a kid again with how he pinned you with his stare. He made sure to tell you exactly how he felt, going from angry, to disappointed, to angry again. Another guy you couldn’t blame anything on. But you get to live another day at least. And you get to have that date with the two guys who were able to grab ahold of your heart after a long-time of heartache and loss.

[jake-sullys-wife]

YAYYYYYY TO JAKE SULLY FICS

Can I send in Jake sully smut request? Can u write stepdad!jake x reader or human!reader??

*i tried my very best but please enjoy this request! And do please send more because requests are open! And I will write down my rules later on today but do enjoy! 😊😊*

⚠️: smut🔞, stalking, breeding kink, used the word 'daddy', in the Forest, sneaking out, (please tell me if I miss anything else)

- Stepdad Jake Sully x human Reader

(The beginning of the story kinda doesn't make any sense but I'm trying here. just bear with me 😭)

*You were adopted by Jake Sully and neytiri like Kirk and ever since the adoption you been living with them*

*But as you got older (like between 18-19-20) you began sneaking out at night and the worst part is Jake knows you're sneaking out but doesn't know why*

*so one night you decided sneak out, standing up carefully, carefully walking out the doorway andddd out you go!*

*You walked through the forest, looking around everything around you. You are happy that you were born on Pandora but you just wish you weren't wearing this oxygen mask after all you are a human*

*As you walked through the forest for the past few minutes you feel like something or someone is watching you...*

*You don't know who's watching you but you kept walking anyway*

*Your feet began to hurt so you lay back in cancer tree and sat down to rest. You wanted to take a little nap so you close your eyes and taking a little nap because why not right?*

*A minute pass by and you began to hear footsteps. You thought it was a small animal walking pass by that's when until you hear..*

"Hey."

*You opened your eyes and you looked up to see your stepfather... Jake Sully*

"Just what you think you doing out here? You know it's dangerous out here"

*You got up fast, still looking up at Jake. Putting your hands behind your back*

"Heyyy jak- I mean sir I was just uhhh training! Yup I was training!"

*You nervously chuckled and smiled at him. Jake putting his hands on his hips*

"Training? At night? You were training at night by yourself?"

*You nodded*

"Ok then where's your bow? Your arrows? Hm?"

*Oh no now he's questioning you! Think!*

"I've must forgot yeah! soo hahahaaaa...."

*Jake let out a sigh*

"Ok cut the bullshit. Tell me why you're sneaking out"

*You sighed*

"I just wanted to see what is like to be by myself that's all I'm sorry"

*you look down at the ground, felt guilty*

"*Sigh* ok but you know you're not getting out of this one right?"

*You nodded as you turned around facing the tree and undo your Loincloth then put your hands on the tree*

*As your Loincloth falls on the ground. Jake walked approaches you from behind, putting his hands on your body*

*One hand on your stomach, one hand on your thigh. He leaned down as you can feel his breath on your hot neck and then he whispered in your ear*

"You know, I always wonder why you were sneaking out. Maybe you want me to find you...all alone...waiting for daddy~"

*You blushed hard then you felt his two fingers rubbing your pussy*

*You let out a small moan*

"You're already wet for me, huh? What a naughty girl you are~"

*Then he silp his two fingers in you. You gasped*

*You feel your pussy stretching as he sipping in and out*

*He went a little faster leaving you a few more moans out*

"Mmh~ just hearing you moaning makes me wanna fuck you moreee~"

*He took his fingers out then he undo his Loincloth, it fell to the ground. he stroke his staff for a moment then lined it up to your pussy*

"I hope your ready for this babygirl~"

*He slowly sliding it in you, it was way bigger than his fingers. His staff stretching you out more than his fingers*

"Fuck...you're tight~"

*His dick was only half inside you*

"You gotta daddy in...I want to be in you fully"

*Your legs are already shaking as you felt his hands on yours hips, lifting your ass up higher. Your feet no longer touching the ground.*

*He slowly sliding out then THRUST right back in and he's fully in*

*You moaned loudly. You feel very full*

"Ooooohh fuckkkk!~ you feel amazing!~"

*And without warning he picks up the pace by thrusting faster and deeper*

*You're moaning his name, telling him to slow down. You can't even breathe right*

"I can't slow down!~. You *thrust* just*thrust* feel *thrust* so *thrust* good!~ *THRUST*"

*You gripping the tree. Holding it for dear life as Jake is fucking you out*

"Hold shit, I wanna breed you so fucking bad right now!~"

*Breed? No no no that can't be possible, right?*

"I'm breed this damn pussy... letting everyone know that it's mine~"

*You clinched around his dick as you were close to cumming*

*He slap your ass, watching it bounced as he kept thrusting*

"I can smell that you're close babygirl~ I'm getting close too and breeding this pussy!~"

*You both heavily breathing and groaning*

"S-sir!~ I'm cumming! Ah!~"

*You cummed around his cock and now it's Jake's turn*

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum, sooo deep inside you...~"

*You feel him going faster and harder*

"I'm gonna... gonna--... Fuck!~"

*His sticky and thick and heavy seed went deep inside. He slips out and covered your pussy with his big hand keeping his seed inside*

"Gotta make it stays in...now let's get back home. Don't want anyone suspect us we were gone"

- *end*

[donnas-dollface]

requested by: (@mraes) Heyy i hope you’re doing good! I just found ur account and lemme just say…ur writing is so good. My two special interests rn are actually resident evil and rdr2 lol so this is perfect :)

I’d like to request your take on Donna with a s/o who is very sociable, gets along with everyone. Maybe they accompany Donna to a meeting for the first time and end up with a few new friends (as well as invitations to hang out) by the end?

a/n: i say this time and time again, that's a sweet thing to say thank you ejkaejklf and not a problem! apologies for the late publishing! i wasn't quite sure if you wanted a full little story or headcanons so i went with the latter. of course i'm able to do the other which way if you'd like! :)

characters; donna beneviento x reader

Meeting the Family;

Donna is a very private person. So her siblings finally piecing together that she has a lover takes awhile. An extra toothbrush? Oh, it's probably just a spare. Hm, this definitely looks like way too many dishes for a one person household. And once they do, they're just like "WHO?? WHAT THE HELL, THE DOLLMAKER PULLED BEFORE ME?" They're bombarding her with questions, some she'll quietly answer, and some that are more invasive Angie is snapping back. 

She was a little... hesitant about bringing you to meet her adoptive family. But she relented, because sooner or later they would've probably barged into her manor to meet you themselves the moment an opportunity came up. They were curious, and it soothed her soul just a little bit. 

"I would like to meet the person that's lucky enough to grace my little sister's eyes." "As would I!" 

"OH BUG OFF, ONLY DONNA'S ALLOWED TO SEE THEIR FACE!" - a certain homicidal doll. 

Very well then. So she arranged to bring you along to the next family meeting. Mother Miranda was aware, and truly she was intrigued about meeting Donna's little secret lover. Would you be quiet like the veiled lady? Or something entirely opposite?

When Donna quietly told you she'd made arrangements with her family for you to meet them, she couldn't believe how enthusiastic you were. You'd heard about them, y'know being the 4 lords and all, but it didn't terrify you. You just hoped Mother Miranda would approve of you dating one of her beloved daughters. Andddd that Lady Dimitrescu wouldn't slice you to ribbons if she found reason to disapprove of you.

Donna just squeezed your hand, sensing your slight nervousness. "... No matter what they think, I love you either way." It wasn't until you stood next to Donna, approaching the Dimitrescu Castle that you got cold feet. You were excited, but felt ready to yak. The doll noticed how you kinda faltered in your steps and tugged on your shirt sleeve. 

"Oh c'mon, don't tell me you've got the quakes now! You were so excited when you brought back that stupid pie!" "HEY I DIDN'T WANT TO SHOW UP EMPTY HANDED?!"

Meeting the Dimitrescus;

alcina is just quietly watching from behind the curtains of one of the higher level windows if I'm being honest. she's just studying you, like a cat does to a stranger. 

Donna again squeezes your hand, mumbling "I'd never make you do something you don't want to do. We can go back if you'd like.." but god you're determined. "No, it's alright, I'll be fine." 

mkay then. 

Alcina is already at the door when you're just about to use the giant knocker. Donna is definitely taken aback, because the Countess usually takes a while to open the door or one of the many maidens does it. 

Surprisingly, you don't recoil, instead giving a very chirpy "Good afternoon Ms. Dimitrescu'' with a slight head bow. Meanwhile Donna is very much holding her breath behind you with Angie being uncharacteristically quiet.

She looks you up and down, and responds. "Good afternoon…?"

"Y/N L/N. I hope it's alright I'm attending with Donna today?"

"If it's alright with Mother Miranda, I suppose it is. Come in, it's starting to get cold."

Donna is proud of you oh my god. She breathes finally and picks up her companion, going before you while you enter last. 

Ah, you're the gentleman type of person. Good. 

"Lord Moreau and Heisenberg haven't arrived yet. Typical, they're both morons. Anywho, please make yourselves at home."

She turns to look at you, but you're busy admiring the grand decor. Like seriously everything is so tidy and perfectly placed.

"Miss Dimitrescu, did you arrange all of this?" 

"The decor? Oh no, I designed how I wanted it to be, and had the maids arrange it."

And thus begins the rambling. You and Alcina are talking about little trinkets she has, their origins, the paintings? Donna and Angie are stunned. But she's pleased, Alci seems to enjoy your company.

Suddenly the swarm of flies appears. "MOTHER, CASSANDRA IS BEING A NUISANCE!"

"I AM NOT, I ONLY TOLD YOU- oh?"

you look at Donna, who is tilting her head. Her nieces (?), usually keep to themselves when there's a meeting. Perhaps Alcina had notified them of a newcomer. 

You look back and see 2 young women looking at you, one with blond hair, the other with brown(black?) hair. Their faces are messy, presumably dried blood around their mouths. You can see that their noses are inhaling… are they smelling you? 

"Ahem, girls, we have guests. This is Cassandra and Bela, my daughters. There's a third, Daniela, but I'm unsure of where she is."

"um… nice to meet you. I'm Y/n-"

"Ah, you're Donna's lover!"

"Speak up, it's not like we're gonna bite."

"..."

Angie was about to open her mouth at that remark but a nudge from Donna held her back. she wasn't ready to go back to her time out corner. 

After a bit of awkward glancing, you took note of a book in Bella's hand, internally debating whether it would be appropriate to make conversation with one of Dimitrescus ' daughters. 

"Do you like to read?" 

"..."

"..."

"Oh please, she's a bookworm. Goes into the library, she never comes out. Practically lives there."

"Better than being a barbarian and running around like a … what was that expression? something with a chicken with no head…"

"A headless chicken?"

"Yes! It's better than being a barbarian and running around like a headless chicken with a sickle in its hand!"

"Hey now!"

"Enough! You two bicker like wild dogs. Now go find Daniela, she's been awfully quiet."

"Hmph. Yes mother."

You were quietly giggling, making note to bring by a few novels for Bela. You stood next to Donna, and slipped your hand in her's. Alcina's eyes flickered to this motion, and thus her own interrogation began. 

"So tell me Y/N, how long have you been with my sister?"

"I presume you treat her right? If I ever get the notion that you've mistreated her we'll have a new wine on the market."

"Alcina."

"I'm just giving them a warning."

"Warning or are you jealous T-Rex?"

"Can it, firewood."

Whilst Alcina does like you, she's more so overprotective of her adoptive sister. She's got a fragile mind, and she doesn't want her to get hurt. But she's assured that you take good care of Donna, and Donna does the same. 

suddenly all heads jerk to the doors, where a booming voice calls out. "Ladies and gentlemen! We now have Karl Heisenberg!"

Meeting Heisenberg;

When the doors blew open, he saw you holding Donna and Alcina glaring him down.

"Stupid Man-thing! If you ruined my doors I'll have your goddamn head!"

"Try it you super-sized bitch!"

You puzzledly look at Donna, and Angie pipes up rather a little too gleefully.

"OOOO this is gonna be a good one! Fight fight fight!"

"Angie."

Donna silently shakes her head and replies to your confused and concerned reaction.

"There's nothing much to worry about, this happens nearly every meeting."

You give a quiet O, and turn to look back at the two, who seem to be in a staring match of sorts. Suddenly, he presumably glances in your direction, and clears his throat. 

"Ah! You must be the mysterious lover we've all been curious about. Tell me, what's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Y/N? Well Y/N, I'm assuming you've met the Big Woman. And I'm Karl Heisenberg."

With that, he stuck his hand out for you to shake. 

"Egh, I wouldn't dare to shake that thing's hand, you can't be sure of where it's been."

Okay that finally set off Karl. You simply blinked and the next moment, there was metal pointing to the back at Alcina, who had unsheathed some long claws. You gawk in amazement, while Donna is simply tugging you behind her. 

"If you two are just going to bicker, i think Y/N and I will take our leave."

The two's heads crank as they look at her, back at each other, and finally they grumble and Karl settles to give Alcina the middle finger. 

"... So Lord Heisenberg, Lady Dimitrescu, Lady Beneviento, and isn't there one more?"

"Ah, you mean the moronic freak. Yes, Moreau. Fair bit of warning, he does have a strong stench, so don't let him hug you."

Angie presumably if she had face muscles, would've been wrinkling her nose. "And they never gave us that heads up."

"I'm pretty sure you can't smell jack shit."

"That doesn't matter!"

You were still standing behind Donna, who was seriously gripping your hand. The poor thing thought her siblings would've been more well behaved but now she's kinda antsy.

she doesn't want you getting hurt.

Karl goes quiet from his bickering with the doll for a bit and then huffs.

"I'll be on my best behavior from now till after the meeting."

"Ha, I'd like to see that."

"And you will!"

(I'm making this a two parter, hope that's alright!)

[enid-rhees]

Oh, okay so *rubs hands together*...

Imagine Enid and reader are at a meeting with Rick and the group (Carl and Glenn are still alive, always n' forever ofc 💅). And at some point during the meeting, reader starts rubbing on Enid's thigh with a smirk. Then Enid goes, "Do you want me to fuck you while everyone is watching?". Andddd ofc reader ends up getting discreetly fingered by Enid. (Carl is sitting behind them and teases them for it later lmaooo)-

Hope this makes sense >:)

ooooo i love this one so bad. i hope you enjoyyyy <333 !!!!

warnings: SMUT. semi-public sex. MINORS DNI.

A/N: hope you all enjoy!! as i always say, requests are open! if you’d like to request a story for anyone i write, read pinned for all rules <3!

you were bored out of your mind. community meetings were never your favorite part of living in Hilltop. they were long and boring. it felt like you all discussed the same exact things every time.

a yawn left your lips every few minutes, and you could barely focus on what Rick was even talking about.

Enid sat beside you, listening intently to what Rick had to say. she looked cute when she was focused, her lips parted slightly as she listened. a smile made its way to your lips at the sight, wondering how Enid could be so beautiful at any given moment of the day.

she noticed your staring, and softly hit your shoulder. “pay attention!” she whispered, turning her head back to the front.

you didn’t listen, and instead inched closer to her, putting a hand on her thigh. Enid thought nothing of it, smiling at the small contact.

a smirk formed on your lips, and you slowly moved your hand into her inner thigh. you started to softly squeeze her thigh, running your fingers up and down it.

you felt her tense up, but you continued your activity, running your fingers ever so slightly over her clothed entrance. Enid gripped your hand, “what is wrong with you?” she whispered.

your smirk grew wider and you shrugged, “i’m not doing anything.” you said innocently. “do you want me to fuck in front of all of these people? is that what you want? for them to hear you scream and moan my name? do you want me to fuck you while everyone is watching? watch you fall apart so easily under me?”

a familiar feeling grew between your legs and you squeezed them together. Enid looked around the room, luckily, the two of you decided to sit behind everyone else.

“what? now you’re shy all of a sudden?” Enid taunted. she shook her head, clicking her tongue in disapproval.

Enid pushed her hand between your legs, quickly unbuttoning your shorts. she dug her hand in, fingers immediately toying with your (already) wet folds. you gasped, but she immediately used her other hand to slap it over your mouth.

Enid entered two of her fingers, ruthlessly thrusting them into you. your head fell into her shoulder, lightly biting her hand to muffle your moans. you moved your hips slightly with every thrust of your fingers.

“do you know how filthy you are for this? teasing me for what? so i could finger you like this with everyone here? what if someone were to turn around, huh? they would see you absolutely fucked out over just my fingers.” she whispered in your ear, and her words only brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

her fingers continued to slide in and out of you with ease, and she showed no sign of slowing her movements down. your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your orgasm hit you unexpectedly.

“now look.” Enid chuckled deeply. “made such a mess on my fingers, and in public. where anyone could’ve caught us. such a filthy girl, you know that?”

you buttoned your shorts back up, looking around cautiously to make sure no one really saw. Enid went back to listening to Rick, acting like nothing ever happened.

after what felt like forever, Rick finally called the meeting to an end. with a sigh of relief, you and Enid stood up and began walking back to your shared house hand in hand.

running footsteps approached you both, and Carl ran in front of you two. “so, you guys like that meeting?”

you chuckled, “it was whatever. same things we always talk about.” you told him.

“oh yeah, cause the same things definitely include Enid fingering you, right?” your heart practically dropped down to your ass as those words came out of his mouth.

“you can’t lie your way out of this one, by the way.” he added. “don’t say shit to anyone.” Enid said strictly, pointing a finger at him. he put his hands up, “maybe don’t finger your girlfriend inside the most public place.” he shrugged, “just a thought.” he added with a smirk before running off.

[bonesandthebees]

Actually, one more thing about q!sandduo. What gets me really insane about them is that both of them apologised to each other with the hour. Like Phil apologises for snapping and Wilbur for implying that Phil doesn’t care “It is serious isn’t it?”.

The only real struggle they had was the emotional disconnect. The has been dealing with this for a month and has learned to cope while doing everything he can to get the kids back vs. Only just found out about the kids being missing and doesn’t understand why everyone isn’t freaking out as much (at first without knowing it’s been a month).

But then they take time to reflect and start to get the other viewpoint back they are trying to understand each other and they kinda need each other since the rest of their family is missing.

Also some details I got from watching Phil’s vod: he’s purposely stalling telling Wilbur and claiming he’ll do it when Wilbur comes to him (which is also for RP reasons, but shhhh), sent Niki to hang out with Wilbur and kinda distract him “fill him in but don’t tell him about the eggs”. When learning about the eggs, Wilbur first asks about Chayanne and then Tallulah -> naive hope that may it’s all the eggs except Phil’s. (Btw Phil often checks where Wilbur is throughout the stream which could be seen as a cc thing, but can also be incorporated as q!Phil thing aka looking out for his son (I think that’s cannon?) / being overprotective . Lastly, Phil is the one to apologise first and only after that does Wilbur apologise. (Also both of them asking each other how they are and claiming they are fine when they aren’t)

-🌲

andddd another old ask about q!sandduo sorry i really meant to get to these earlier but here we are

the thing about sandduo is that no matter what universe they're in they're always going to have an emotional disconnect. they always try to understand each other but can never quite bridge the gap between them. but they try.

both of their viewpoints during that argument made perfect sense. later they both self reflect, wilbur less so and phil more so, but they both apologize in the end.

oh that's interesting i didn't know phil purposefully told niki to stall wilbur and not tell him about the eggs. it makes sense. he didn't want to have wilbur find out from someone else. probably just made it worse in the end though for him to find out in that damn maze of all places.

(also technically q!sandduo being father and son is... not exactly canon but it's not not canon? canonically what we know is on the train to the island wilbur saw phil and was like "huh he's dad shaped" and phil saw wilbur and was like "huh he's son shaped" and the two just got a found family father son dynamic out of it. but technically they're not related and haven't even known each other that long. i honestly kind of like the interpretation that they're closer to just being friends who have this strong almost familial connection to each other but aren't quite sure what to do about. idk I think it's an interesting alternative dynamic to sandduo we don't normally see, and this is coming from the resident sandduo enjoyer so. idk it's fun to look at them from different angles!)

[arliedraws]

i am le tired and was concocting day dreams when i read of your recent "sirius is broken and needs to be held but feels ashamed at his vulnerabilities" and i don't know what made me think this, but here you go:

picture this: sirius post azkaban, battle of the departments of mysteries. barely dodges the veil, however bellatrix's spell leads to time and magic warp andddd out through the veil staggers the ultra-Gryffindor Auror james potter of your Slytherin Sirius AU!

he spots bellatrix and sirius duelling and starts duelling bellatrix himself, and sirius can't believe his eyes, nor his ears when james says, 'what did you do to piss her off this bad, black?' and it turns into a bellatrix vs james duel, which james wins becuase even bellatrix is shocked...

anyway my day dream was about the aftermath. the afterglow, which is short-lived. at grimmauld place, james is confused at all the 'How are you alive?' greetings and bone-crushing hugs and somehow as he is a welltrained auror, manages not to make other people realise this, until he's left alone with Harry and Sirius (James is not even looking at Harry, he's only reminded of the last time he'd seen his Sirius) and Sirius goes, 'Hey Prongs' and James, 'What's up with that, you've never called me that before,' and just—

A wand disarming and rope-bondation to a chair later (how does James keep getting into these situations?) Sirius and Harry learn the harsh truth and Sirius is foaming at the mouth that he didn't recognise his best friend but also how could there be a universe where Sirius and James aren't a thing? (James also does not tell them that he's had sex with Sirius - i'm talking post 'Blame Me For Everything' - or that his chase of Sirius in a legal way is half attempted at best)

anyway i wasn't day dreaming of that either - somehow had to set up the scene for you to understand :,) - i was day dreaming of a few days later:

Sirius, library, drinking whiskey while Harry gives the last of his exams at Hogwarts. James joins him. They catalogue each other's differences. Sirius is held together by school glue and the shameful want to see James even if it's not *his* James, and they somehow have a decent conversation. James prefers how this Sirius is not an all-time snarky and closed off and arrogant bitch like the Sirius back home, and he's not surprised by what he'd known internally but never acknowledged: if it hadn't been for their different Houses, Sirius and James would have been the best of friends.

I'm not thinking of this Sirius and James in the romantic sense, but i'm imagining so much platonic intimacy. the scene i can vividly picture is Sirius letting a tear slip while in a grand armchair that belonged to his father, and James walking up to him and holding Sirius' face in his hands. Sirius sees through his eyes James looming above him, eyes all warm and loving, and they remind him of his James, fire and love and life all in one. He breaks into sobs, presses his face into James' chest. James caresses his hair. SO MUCH INTIMACY

i wanted you to see all that i had in mind, and how obsessed i am with your Slytherin Sirius AU. i hope you liked that!!!

Oh wow, friend! I’m quite honored you like the AU’s of these characters so much! You are more than welcome to write your own fic of this? I don’t own any concepts here, so please! Go at it! Have fun!

[reidmarieprentiss]

wow, i am in awe of how much you write and how high-quality all of it is!! as a writer myself it might take me days for one 4-5k fic (plus time to get rid of my constant typos lmao) but you’re releasing like 30k+ words every single day—how on earth do you do it all??

(as in please help i need tips😭)

anyways thanks sm for feeding us and i hope you’re having a good weekend!

oh my god thank you so much this i soo sweet 🥺 honestly i'm not writing that fast ,, i let the stories build up in my drafts so when i mass post most of those have been finished for weeks lolol -- sometimes i get a random kick to write like crazy though and when i do i use google docs + grammarly and they help sooo much in speeding up the editing process like almost doing the editing while you write the story if that makes sense ?

i also have multiple docs open when i'm writing a story like obviously the main one where the fic is but then i have one where i word vomit ideas and another where i have a list of tropes/buzz words/prompts in case i get stuck

pinterest too helps a lot when i'm wanting to describe scenery or outfits even ,, i just look up like "virginia apartment aesthetic" and then find one that i like and use that to give a vague description of where the reader lives for example

i'm also in between degrees right now so i have a ton of free time before i start my masters program and this keeps me entertained lmao andddd my job allows for a lot of downtime i'm just really fortunate :'))))

oh !! and whenever i get an idea and i'm not able to type i'll just open my notes app and go crazy which i feel speeds up the process as well because i'm constantly popping ideas in there and i can look back if i ever feel stuck

[sxdomizer]

Can I kiss your Beef Boss OC?

Also, Give me all of the information you have on him! I want to know the guy

Howdy anon! Thank you kindly for your question, you are officially my first ask!

Although Bosco’s in a bit of a situationship, he’s always down for a “lil’ lovin’”, so your kiss is kindly accepted

As for some info, hmm. Well, he’s 6’5”. His situationship is with Denny, but it’s nothing serious— just a mutual physical exchange, if that makes sense

He used to sell bullets and supplies. It was far from legal and really dangerous, but everybody knows the referee isn’t actually part of the game. He got his scar from an explosion when caught in crossfire, though, so he wasn’t ever exactly safe, either. The explosion wasn’t really the worst part, though— it was the fire scars that stuck. It’s a miracle he didn’t lose his eye, but he is deaf in his right ear because of it.

He’s the manager to a Durr Burger now! Left the battlefield for it. Not completely, not if you’ve got the money… I didn’t tell you that, though.

More general stuff? Uh, he’s queer, he’s in his late 30’s, andddd… he’s a real smooth talker

Thank you again for the ask!!!! I hope this is sufficient to satiate thy hunger :)

[honey-on-your-tongue]

u should tell us more about yourself and who’s behind these amazing fics bae, i’m curious !!! (only if ur comfy ofc)

Okok, I'm about to say whatever comes to mind, let's hope it makes sense 🤭🤭

Uh, my name's Ariella, but I go by Ari. I'm 19. I'm bi. I study journalism. My favorite colors are pink and dark teal. I love to read and write and smoke piña colada vapes. I talk in double negatives. I quote random movies or books or memes without realizing other people don't understand me. I make a funny face when I concentrate. I chew on my nails constantly. When I'm anxious, minutes turn into years. I dread picking up the phone. I hate going to sleep just as much as I hate waking up early. I spend hours debating whether or not I should shower and then I spend hours in the shower. I love cooking. I love feeding my food to others and hearing they like it. I fiddle with the edge of the pages of books as I read. I plan everything in advance and end up doing things in my own time anyway. I've noticed my pulse races and my I can see my heart beating when I'm nervous. I'm incapable of waiting for other people to do things for or with me, but sometimes I wish someone else could do everything for me. I have two different personalities: one when I speak Spanish and one when I speak English (the English one is cockier and confident and flirtatious, in Spanish I'm really shy and awkward 😭😭😭). I hate it when people don't let me sing my soul out in the car, and I hate it when people lower the volume of what I'm listening to. I don't like to cook around others because I feel like they're invading my safe space. I love dinosaurs, I've read all the Jurassic Park books and watched all the movies. If I could, I'd adopt every animal I see on the street. I can't stick to a routine, it feels boring, I need to be spontaneous and impulsive. I shop too much, spend too much. I love cacti, I have hundreds of them in my room. I love stuffed animals. My favorite animals are dolphins, and sharks terrify me. I love the ocean, the beach, and summer. For me, there's nothing better than late nights in the summer, smoking on the balcony and writing while listening to music. And speaking of music, I listen to almost everything, my favorite genre's rap, and even though he can be an asshole, my favorite artist is Eminem. My favorite authors are John Green and Gabriel García Márquez. My favorite books are Looking for Alaska, Crónica de una muerte anunciada, and Medea from Euripides. I am extremely persistent and stubborn. I've picked up the habit of calling out old yucky men who undress me with their eyes. I laugh when little kids fall even though I feel bad about it. I am incapable of keeping my bedroom organized, no matter how hard I try, it always ends up a mess. Andddd I think that's about it, cus I've talked way too much 🙃🙃🙃

Also, I'm listening to Drug Ballad from Eminem while I write this