#in spite of all that I like how these turned out so ur getting it early

[kordeliiius]

some sounds of nightmares freehandz

[pressureplus]

hello!! can i pls ask for headcanons or a lil story abt sebastian coping with the loss of expendable reader he had relationship with? like they knew eachother long enough and had a lil sum going, and out of the blue reader gets really hurt and dies in sebs arms (doesn’t come back either like how u would in the game, ik some stories follow that) need that angst !!!

(keep up the amazing work also!! i love ur guys stories and hc :3)

Thank you, all of your support means so much to us, we're so happy you guys like our work!

Anyway, here, have a little angst in the form of some Headcannons! I turned the angst on this one aaaall the way up for you by making you not only a lover, but literally the centerpiece of this man's life, he was OBSESSED and COMPLETELY IN LOVE with you to a crippling extent ❤️

Sebastian Solace Grieving Headcannons

Warnings: Death, Grief, a mention of injury as a metaphor, and the light implications of Suicide

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• When you passed, it didn't feel real to him... It still doesn't.

• You'd been in his arms when it happened, his large, clawed hands clutching you like you were slipping away from him- and you were.

• He had begged you not to leave him here, pleading and bargaining like it might keep the light in your beautiful eyes for a while longer

• But it was to no avail. Now, he is alone.

• He doesn't talk to the expendables anymore, shutting everyone out was the very first thing that he did when he had to wake up in your shared bed by himself that first morning after what had happened

• He knows you wanted him out of here, and it's the only thing that keeps him alive most days

• That and the need to put an end to HADAL the way that it put an end to you.

• He blames the company, yes, and he definitely blames what or who actually killed you, but the rest of that guilt rests on his own shoulders

• "I should have been there... I should have done something to stop it."

• "Why is it I could only cry?"

• "I don't even know what I'm going to do now that you're gone, Y/N..."

• "Please... Please come back?"

• Doesn't see a future for himself anymore, now that he knows what it is to have you in his life, he just doesn't want anything else

• His existence is solely for spite and for vengeance, now, no point in attempting to move on

• Is more aggressive, generally, to an extent he will get hostile with people more often and even become an active threat to anyone that enters the shop without actively purchasing something from him

• The thought he may grow attached to someone again is one that haunts him, he will be having absolutely NONE of that ever again

• He's a broken man

• Sometimes, he dreams that he can hold you the way that he knows you used to like, and he gets to lay in bed when he wakes up remembering how sweet it was to kiss you and how wonderful your laugh used to be

• He'll lay awake and miss you... But the reminiscing is the only time he's even close to happy anymore

• It's an abstract sort of closeness, the comfort he finds in allowing himself to linger in your memory the only real ease that he takes anymore

• It's a fresh wound that he seems to genuinely enjoy leaving to bleed, definitely not a healthy way to brew in his ever growing sorrow

• The long, long months he spends in the Blacksite alone are empty and void of what little life they'd managed to have before. The color in everything is drained out like the hope that he'd managed to hold onto for so long

• When he eventually leaves and leaks the information that actually DOES end up avenging you, he watches HADAL fall to ruin, unable to get their prisoners anymore and unable to continuing to stay upright for it

• Watching that place burn brought him some peace, honestly, but it just wasn't enough. Nothing was ever going to be enough without you

• He only has one thing left to do. He knows there's really only one thing left he can do for you.

• The public will find his body strung over a gravesite with your name on it the very next morning after everything came to it's close on his plans, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a newspaper with an article on HADAL's corruption on the cover, and whatever little treasures you'd given him over the years in his still, clawed hands

• And for the first time since you left him:

• Sebastian is smiling.

[jettwrites]

thinking abt tashi who owns puppy!art and patrick who owns puppy!reader finally moving in together after dating for a few months forcing u and art to convive together despite ur complaints and bratty attitude while poor well behaved art is just scared that you're disobedience will rub off on him, not wanting to ever disappoint tashi :((. nd reader who just thinks that maybe if she annoyed tashi enough by teasing and torturing art and disobeying her orders that she might up break up with patrick, leaving u all alone w ur own space again. tashi who hates when u get all handsy with puppy art w/o her permission, and art who is trying his best to ignore your antics, but is clearly getting closer and closer to just snapping...

until she's just had enough, you want to be a little brat? she'll give you just what you need, ordering art to have his way with you, to fuck you until you're poor puppy brain is all mush and you're so overstimulated you're crying and begging for forgiveness, finally wiping away that smirk off your face while she just watches skhsjsjsysj idk need puppy art to snap so baddd!!

inspired by that one ask luvved it!!

ahsmnhgggnng omfg anon you genius kisses your forehead how patrick kissed arts after winning. SORRY this took foreverr I was going CRAZY because i adore this dynamic!!

patrick and tashi have been dating for a while now — eight months to be exact. on their anniversary the couple decided to move in together. between her house versus patrick’s, they agreed on his because with the extra bedrooms, it was overall more spacious. however, with this new arrangement, you were now forced to spend time with art — tashi’s puppy.

you hate everything about the change. you hate how tashi contributes to your training, punishments are now dished out more often than not. she leaves you in your crate for hours on end, keeps your cunt locked up with a chastity belt — cold steel just out of reach from your clit, getting you worked up yet not enough to obtain any real relief. but most of all, you hate having to share your space.

patrick would trap you and art in your bedroom while him and tashi fucked each other a room over, moans accompanied by a quiet thumping sound echoed off every wall. he would leave you with a sharp “behave,” before hurriedly chasing after the brunette, softly giggling down the hallway. art’s desire to please tashi and avoid conflict made him anxious about the situation, eyebrows furrowed worriedly about your behavior.

over the course of an hour, you were a complete menace. barking orders at art as if he were your dog — commanding him around out of spite and partially out of amusement. using your feet to shove him off the cushiony mattress, while whining with a pout about how it’s your bed and not his. “mutts like you belong on the ground,” when in actuality, you were most certainly the runt of the pair. he would snarl back from his spot on the bottom — cool hardwood floors digging into his knees. blue puppy dog eyes contorted into daggers, gaze laced with pure irritation. you were constantly bratty no matter the condition, but moving in made you relentless.

you took inevitable pleasure in teasing and torturing the blonde, hoping your disruptive behavior would soon be enough to cause him to break. have him give in to temptation and forget about tashi’s firm rules.

the fervor growing in your abdomen was becoming too much to ignore — barely rocking into the firm mattress beneath your weight. teeth sinking into your plush bottom lip, vision shifting toward art’s meek figure in the corner. it’s as if your brain turns off and your libido takes over, the way you crawl near art — like a lion stalking its prey. you shifted closer to him, one hand spreading over his pale, milky chest, but it was enough. you needed more — insatiable as usual. nipping at his earlobe, and nuzzling into the surface of his skin.

“c’mon— they won’t know… she won’t know,” you whisper trailing a hand down his v-line, grazing his semi with the tip of your index finger. “it will be our secret. they’re too busy fucking to even notice anyways.”

the most the blonde can get out is an uneasy whimper before you seize him.

it’s how you turned out ass up on the bed, face pushed down against a pillow by a heavy hand tangled in your hair, a string of “uh, uh, uhs” rolling freely from your tongue with each time you gasp for air. your arms had completely given out already, lying limp by your sides. tashi and patrick observed from a chair as art pounded into your pussy — merciless with his strokes. she guided art on how to discipline you with a simple “harder,” or a “don’t slow down.” her arms crossed, propping up her tits subtly as she eyes your expression — completely out of it, in that fuzzy headspace that leaves you feeling airy.

and art’s being so cruel with the way he handles you. the “innocent puppy” is apparently a mask for what’s lying beneath when pushed over the edge. “what happened to all that talking you were doing before, huh?…” you whine, defeated. “that’s what I thought. you’re all bark and no bite — it’s pathetic.” he spat, leaning down to berate you up close and personal. “poor puppy brain all fucked out as soon as your filled up.”

he wasn’t wrong either. you already came on his cock numerous times — too many for you to remember, mind completely turned to mush. your cunt milked him each time you tumbled into that familiar euphoric sensation, tight hole hugging him, leaving a ring of white around the girthy base of his length.

“are gonna keep your hands off art from now on, or are you gonna keep bein’ a brat all the time?”

patricks chimes in squeezing your cheeks between his fingers.

“nuh-uh… nghh!— nonono, ‘m not a… i will! g’na be a good girl—”

a jolt of pain blooms in your cheek before he roughly grabs ahold once more.

“are you really? cause i don’t believe you.”

“y-yes! yes! hah— I promise!”

“good fucking mutt. keep goin’, make artie cum— go on… milk him dry.”

[captainfern]

love ur work bae<33 I NEEEEED a lake of fire or in bloom inspired one pleasee🫶🫶 LIKE HEAR ME OUTTT

Lake of Fire

Captain John Price x fem!reader

["Lake of Fire" by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - you’re a captain of another taskforce, forced to work with the 141. price isn’t happy about it, and shows you how angry he is lol. • rating - 18+ [mdni] • wordcount - 4.1k • warnings - fem!reader, angry/rough sex, oral [m!receiving], unprotected piv, alludes to age gap, semi-public sex? idk but you're outside, dom!price, light choking, light degradation, a lil praise, strong language, some violence/blood

thank you anon and omg i'm hearing you out fr !!!! i hope this is okay :)

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"You're taking the absolute piss." Price growled at Laswell as you and your taskforce entered the barracks.

You stepped into the room with an air of confidence, thumbs hooked into the bulletproof vest covering your uniform. You offered Price a half-arsed attempt at a smile, and he sneered over at you, arms folded across his chest.

"Long time no see, John." You said, nodding at him, and the members of the 141 looked over at him in various states of confusion.

"Captain," Price corrected with a grunt. "Looks like you haven't changed at all, rookie."

"Captain," it was your turn to correct him, the three members of your taskforce snickering behind you. "And I've changed quite a lot, actually."

Price scoffed, shaking his head. "Aren't you a little too young to be captain?"

"Nah, you're just fucking old." You bit back, and the look on Soap's face behind his captain made you huff out a laugh.

Not letting Price respond, you nodded to Ghost, Soap and Gaz–– Kyle offering you a warm smile. "Good to see you, boys." You returned the smile, before steering your attention to Laswell, who had a manila folder tucked beneath her arm, appraising everyone in the room with a scrutinising stare.

“This arrangement is temporary,” Laswell addressed the room. “The more firepower the better and, the sooner we locate these insurgents, the sooner you get to part ways. Understood?”

You nodded stiffly, flicking your eyes to Price, who was rolling his cigar between his fingers. He made a point to stare at you, eyes narrowed, before getting to his feet. He rolled his shoulders, gesturing to his taskforce.

“Come on then, boys,” He said, Ghost, Soap and Gaz already trailing behind him. “Let’s show these rookies how it’s done.”

•°•

The past week had been the tensest of your entire life.

You and Price were butting heads constantly. He’d give you an order, you’d ignore him. You’d ask for his input, he’d give you a snarky reply. It was a game of tennis, going back and forth with a ball made from anger and spite.

Both taskforce’s were walking on eggshells each time you and Price were in the same room as one another. They’d bristle at the sounds of your voices, waiting for another shouting-match, that would end in Price slamming the door to his office, and you stomping out of the barracks in a huff.

Your taskforce’s were fine with each other— the boys remaining civilised, working together like a well-oiled machine. It’s just that the machine operators were stuck in a seemingly never ending cycle of despising each other.

It was getting annoying for everyone.

“Why d’you hate her so much?” Gaz asked Price, crammed into the back of a hummer.

You and your task force were riding in another armoured car, just a few metres behind.

Price grunted, adjusting the way his hat sat on his head. “She’s just bloody annoying. Gets on my nerves.”

Gaz gave him a skeptical look. “That can’t be all. You clearly have history, don’t you?”

Soap was eagerly listening in on the conversation, leaning across Ghost’s lap so that he could chime in: “Did you two fuck?”

Price shot daggers at the Scotsman. “No. She was in a rookie group I trained before the 141. She was a bloody good shot, hard to beat.”

“So… why do you hate her?” Gaz pressed, and both him and Soap were watching their captain expectantly.

“Just the way things turned out,” Price shrugged. “She took a turn after she was moved to a different faction. Ignored direct orders, started talking back. Hell, she stole an enemy tank against my command. She was just… reckless.”

Gaz hummed thoughtfully as the armoured car continued to rumble through the countryside. “That still doesn’t explain why you despise her.”

“I don’t… okay, despise is a strong word,” Price said, running a hand down his face. “I just… look, I just don’t want her putting any of you in danger.”

“She’s only a danger to herself.” Ghost grunted, still letting Soap lean across his lap to engage in the conversation.

“Nah, the lass is great! Damn funny, too.” Soap said with a smile.

Price ignored him, replying to Ghost. “That’s what I’m worried about. Any more of this disobedience, and she’ll end up bursting into a ball of flames somehow.”

Soap scoffed. “You’re makin’ her sound like the devil.”

Price grumbled. “She might as well be.”

•°•

“Alright, you lot, listen up ‘cause I’m not going to repeat myself,” Price addressed everyone as they clambered out of the hummer’s. “This forest is crawling with insurgents, and we need to get rid of ‘em all. If you find their compound, fucking destroy it.”

He looked around, making sure everyone was listening before he continued. “Ghost, Soap, Gaz— you’ll head west. Cover the left side of the forest. Clear it out, get your hands dirty.”

Then, he turned to your taskforce, flanking you on either side. Price gestured at the three of them, pointing to the right. “You lot’ll take the east, slowly move inwards.”

You nodded, gripping your gun tight. Price shook his head at you. You scowled at him.

“What now?”

“You’re not going with them.”

“Bullshit.” You spat.

“My orders,” Price hissed, jabbing a finger in your direction. “If we want to get this done, you’ll listen to my orders, rookie.”

“Captain,” you corrected, annoyed. “And, I don’t know if you’re going senile, old man, but you’ve failed to realise that this is my task force and I give them orders.”

“Not when you’re working under Laswell’s jurisdiction, you don’t.” Price retorted, nodding to his taskforce to depart. They did.

Your taskforce remained glued to your side, watching Price skeptically. Price nodded firmly at them, gesturing to the east. They didn’t move, waiting for your command.

Price hid a sigh, looking over at you. You glared at him, gun hooked around your shoulder as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I suggest you tell your boys to get moving if they want to be paid.” Price said quietly.

You stared at him for a moment longer, before you dismissed your taskforce with a quick hand signal. Just like that, they vanished into the shadows, leaving you and Price to seethe at one another at the edge of the forest.

You scoffed at him. “Happy now?”

“Very.” Price said.

“What do you expect me to do? Just sit here?” You asked, tossing your arms up in a sign of frustration.

Price grunted, leaning against the body of one of the hummer’s, lighting a cigar. He took a drag, pocketing the lighter, before he responded in a puff of smoke.

“You need to learn some discipline. So, yes, you will just sit here.” He said, greyish smoke lingering around his head.

You cursed, grumbling under your breath. You looked out at the forest, realising that the scenery was at least not bad. The forest was shadowed, leafy and green. The canopy thinned in patches, sunlight filtering through in a golden glow. The ground was all lush grass, clover and wildflowers and somewhere in the distance, you could hear the sound of running water. A stream.

You accepted your fate, sitting on the ground, back against the tyre of the hummer. You closed your eyes, and prepared for a long wait.

An hour later, Price had disappeared round the side of the hummer, leaving you standing, clutching your gun, scanning the tree line.

You saw something.

Then, again: a flicker of movement, a light crunch of branches, a flash of something foreign amongst the fauna.

So you cocked your gun, and sprinted into the tree line.

You heard Price shout your name a couple of times, but you didn’t listen. You ran, pumping your legs, leaping over a fallen log as you pursued the flicker of moment. Your heart was hammering, lungs burning, and when you skidded to a stop near a small stream, you spotted an insurgent running between the towering trees.

You aimed your gun, taking a deep breath as you tracked the erratic movements of the insurgent. You counted to three in your head, one eye closed, then pulled the trigger. In the distance, the insurgent’s head exploded in a wet cloud of crimson, painting the trees nearby. He crumpled to the ground, a dull thump amongst the shrubbery, then silence.

You were breathing hard as you lowered your gun, sweat shiny on your skin. Your face was hot, and after catching your breath, you moved to the stream to splash some of the icy water onto your face.

“What the fuck was that?”

You whirled around, droplets rolling down your face as Price broke into the clearing, stomping towards you angrily. You quickly got to your feet, wiping the water from your face as he grabbed the front of your bulletproof vest, balling his fist.

“What made you think you could just run away and ignore my yelling, huh?” He shook you a bit, making you drop your gun. You grabbed hold of his wrist, enclosing your fingers around it in a tight grip.

“There was an insurgent, so I pursued,” you spat, nodding in the direction of the body. “I wasn’t going to just let him get away.”

Price whipped his head to the side, seeing the splatters of blood coating a couple of trees in the distance. He turned back to you, hand still holding you.

“You should have told me. You had a direct order to stay fucking put and you couldn’t even do that, could you?”

You pushed at his chest with your other hand, but he didn’t budge. You squeezed his wrist tighter. “I caught the fucking terrorist, okay? What else do you want from me?”

“I want you to start listening to orders, captain,” he said the rank mockingly. “You’re constantly putting yourself and others in danger ‘cause you don’t want to shut up and listen. Is that what you want, eh? You want your taskforce to get fucking killed?”

You shook your head, and finally managed to push Price away. He stepped back, balling his fists at his sides.

“No, I don’t want them to get killed,” you hissed. “But I also don’t want to listen to someone who treats me like a goddamn kid!”

“Then stop acting like a kid. You’re behaviour is juvenile, rookie.”

“And stop calling me that,” you sighed, more exasperated than annoyed. “I’m not a rookie. I’m a captain. And I’m just as deserving of this rank as you, Price.”

He grunted, unimpressed. “I don’t care if I’m hurting your feelings right now, rookie. What matters is that you need to start listening. Start following simple bloody orders or you’ll get yourself killed.”

You rolled your eyes.

Price scowled at you. “Don’t do that. Stop being difficult.”

“Oh, fuck off! Being difficult? You haven’t seen difficult—”

“Zip it. That’s an order. Can you follow that?”

“I’m sick and tired of—”

“Rookie.”

“—your absolute bullshit—”

“Captain.”

“—Price! Can’t you just—?”

He grabbed the front of your bulletproof vest, and pulled you to him.

He slammed his mouth onto yours, silencing you immediately. His tongue wrenched your lips apart, invading your mouth before you put a hand to his chest and pushed.

He pulled away.

You blinked up at him.

“I’m so angry at you right now.” He hissed, eyes darting across your face.

“Feeling’s fucking mutual.” You replied, and grabbed his face in both hands, dragging his mouth back to yours.

He released the grip on your vest. One hand fell to your hip while the other grabbed the back of your neck, holding you to him. Your hands cupped his facial hair as you kissed him, tongues pushing against one another, teeth clashing.

With a grunt, Price pushed you backwards. Your back hit a tree, still kissing, and he pressed you into it with his body. Your stomach was flipping, heart racing, yet anger still coursed through your veins. But you didn’t seem to care as Price’s mouth moved against yours, hand like a vice on the back of your neck.

“John?” Crackled through Price’s comms, and he disconnected his mouth from yours, still holding the back of your neck.

He used his other hand to press against the comms collar. “Laswell.”

Your eyes widened, heart beating out of your chest.

“Where are you?”

Price looked at you, eyes dark. You licked your lips, and he followed the movement.

“Occupied.” He said simply, switching his comms off before slamming his mouth back to yours. You moaned from the back of your throat, placing your hands back on his face to stroke your fingers through his facial hair.

His thigh was quick to nudge your legs apart, lifting against your core through the thick material of your cargo pants. Despite the protective barrier, the pressure from his large thigh made your cunt start to pulse.

He was holding your head to him, consuming your presence as his tongue made you gasp. You moved your hands from his face, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. After a moment, he pulled away, holding your head and forcing you to look at him.

“You’re gonna follow my orders?” He whispered, eyes boring into you.

You felt your stomach flutter. “Depends on the order, captain.”

He grunted. “On your knees.”

He released your neck, letting you sink down onto the foliage. As you did that, he yanked his belt open, unzipping his pants. You held onto his thighs to steady yourself as he pulled his cock out, pumping it a few times just inches from your mouth.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

You did, and he was ruthless in grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving his cock into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag as you enclosed your mouth around him.

You laved your tongue around his length, feeling the soft veins along the sides. He grunted above you, hand tight in your locks. His other hand shot up to brace against the tree, leaning over you. You looked up at him, eyes watering, as you dragged your mouth along his cock in tandem with his thrusting hips.

“So you can follow orders, eh?” He mumbled, breathing fast as you bobbed your head.

You tried to pull off so you could reply, but he just hardened his grip, pushing you further onto his cock. You gagged again, and he groaned out a dry laugh.

“All I had to do to shut you up was shove my cock down your throat,” He tutted, fucking into the wet heat of your mouth. “Mouthy little slut, aren’t you, love?”

You were literally choking on him— ruddy tip slamming against the back of your throat, soft weight sliding across your tongue, saliva dripping from the corners of your both. You moved one hand from his thigh to grasp the base of his cock; stroking tight and glossing your spit over the flushed skin.

He groaned, hips stuttering, fist balling against the tree. Your jaw was aching as your mouth met the movements of his hips, pre-cum smearing along the back of your tongue as Price grunted above you, noises echoing around the small clearing.

“Fuck, Jesus—” He huffed, pulling at your hair and forcing you away from his rigid cock.

You whined, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of him. You continued to pump him, and he gritted his teeth and tugged at your hair.

“Want my cum down that pretty throat?” He asked, voice thick with pleasure. “So desperate for my cum, eh? Needy… such a needy whore.”

He urged you onto your feet, pinning you up against the tree again. He kissed you, just as aggressive as the first time, making your head spin. You could feel the heat of his hard cock slotting between your parting legs.

With one hand on the back of your head as he kissed you, Price used his other to pop the button of your pants. He then unzipped the fly, shoving your cargos to your knees. You gasped, moaning into his mouth as he hastily pulled your underwear to the side and ran his finger between your folds.

You moaned again, shying out of the kiss. He chuckled under his breath, dragging his mouth to the junction of your jaw and neck.

Simultaneously, he slipped a thick finger into your wet cunt, working it in and out as he lapped at the fragrant skin of your pulse point. You whined beneath him, arching off of the tree. Your cunt pulsed around his finger, an influx of arousal leaking from you. Then, he pulled his finger out.

You opened your mouth to retort, a moan caught in your throat, but he stopped you— shoving his finger into your mouth and holding it down against your tongue, muting you. He let go of your head, moving his hand to peel your underwear to the side, exposing your cunt to the cool forest air.

“Bloody dripping,” Price mumbled, watching as your spread thighs boasted a couple of tiny streams of shiny arousal. “Greedy cunt wants cock that bad, eh?”

You couldn’t speak, tongue immobilised. You whined, lips still wrapped around his finger, as a response. He tutted at you, slowly pulling his finger from your mouth, and wiping the excess fluids across your cheek. With the same hand, he reached down to grip his cock, letting out a humph as he did so.

Then, without warning— or thorough prep, for that matter— he speared his cock inside you, still holding your underwear to the side.

You opened your mouth in a silent gasp, the air ripped from your lungs as you were shunted against the rough bark of the tree. Price enclosed a large hand around the back of your knee, pulling it to wrap around his waist as he thrusted.

Your cunt was like a vice around him, muscles half-tensed. You sighed between moans, trying to relax yourself as your cunt stretched around the girth of him.

Price’s movements were angry and rough: hips slapping into yours, cock abusing the sensitive plug of your womb, hand clenched around the back of your knee. He was making animalistic sounds as well, grunting and huffing with eyes dark as night.

“You make me so angry, love,” he seethed, cock bullying into you and leaving you stunned. “You just have to talk back, don’t you?”

You gripped his back, nails digging into his work shirt. You could feel his muscles rippling under the fabric with each frantic thrust he made.

“Not my fault you—”

Price readjusted his thrusts, slamming into you harder. You moaned loudly, voice bouncing from the trees, sentence vanishing on your tongue.

Price buried his head in the curve of your neck, biting and sucking. He reached your ear, whispering, “Shut your fucking mouth.”

You did, drawing your lips together as he pulled his mouth from you and analysed your face. You focused instead on the heat building shockingly fast in your stomach. Your legs were trembling, thighs tensing as Price fucked you. Your skin felt like it was on fire beneath your uniform, back aching as you were rubbed repeatedly against the bark of the tree.

Price’s cock was hitting that one place inside you that had you keening, burying your face into his shoulder and releasing little breathy moans of his name and rank. You were a whimpering mess, whispering curses as he abused your cunt so roughly that you could hear it. You could hear the lewd, wet squelches that arose from his fat cock slamming repeatedly into your soaked hole.

It would have been embarrassing if you didn’t feel so good right now.

Price laughed. It was a rumbled vibrato from his chest. “Listen to how this pretty cunt talks to me. So mouthy, eh, pretty girl? Just like you.”

He was making fun of you. Mocking you. Using the fact that you were dripping for him as ammunition for his words.

You still couldn’t speak— rendered speechless. You’d never felt like this before. Your stomach tightening, legs shaking, cunt pulsing, arousal creating rivulets down the expanse of your inner thighs. Even your clit was more swollen and sensitive as his pelvis shifted against it, the smallest bit of friction forcing a jolt through your body.

You still had your head leaning on his chest, sweat tacky across the back of your neck. You were breathing hard, moaning quietly as he pushed you towards your release.

“So you can follow orders…” Price drawled, pussy-drunk. His eyes watched his cock split your cunt open, flicking to where your face turned away from him at his chest. “I told you to shut your mouth, and you did. Feel’s good being obedient, yeah? This is what it’s like. Good girls get fucked so good, love.”

You whined, barely audible, a dog whistle. You had your eyes screwed shut, pleasure mounting and something hardening in your stomach like a knot. It was poised to snap.

Your wetness was sliding into your cargo pants, which had dropped to your ankles after Price had taken hold of your knee. You didn’t even know it was possible to get this wet, but Price was proving it possible. The way he made you feel, the way he drilled his cock inside you, was driving you clinically insane.

“Fucking cum, love, come on. Can tell you need too,” he panted, pulling you away from his chest. “Cum all over my cock. Needy whore, eh? Cum on my fucking cock—”

You did as you were told.

But it hit you like a tonne of bricks.

You clenched and burst around him. Your cum splashed out of you, making you gasp as you drenched his pelvis. It made you whine, biting your lip as your hole spasmed through the aftermath, constricting around his rigid cock.

“There you go, there you go.” He muttered, not really paying attention to you, but to the sopping mess you left across his pelvis, cock and thighs. You swear you saw a flicker of a smile before it disappeared like a shadow.

He growled, maybe a groan, as he doubled his pace, rutting into you and forcing you further onto the tree. The wet slapping of skin on skin reverberated through the forest, making your ears burn.

Now you were whining and whimpering like a wounded animal— cunt abused and overstimulated, cold from your wetness, yet burning from the stretch of your hole accomodating Price’s rough thrusts.

He moved his hand from his knee to your throat, wrapping his fingers around you.

“Take it, come on. You can take it,” he breathed, his momentum building towards a crescendo. “I know this tight cunt can take it, love. So, be a good girl, shut that pretty mouth of yours, and take it.”

He slammed into you, harder and harder as you moaned loudly one last time before forcing your mouth shut. You where making sounds of utter pleasure behind your lips, wanting to sob as his cockhead speared your gummy walls.

“Ah, fuck, gonna—” he stopped himself with a curse and a short groan. “Gonna cum. Want this slutty cunt to take it all.”

You nodded deliriously, but you knew that Price wasn’t seeking your confirmation. He gripped your throat tighter, a couple of stars flashing momentarily in your vision, as he shoved himself as deep as he could go inside you.

He came with a strangled groan, his warmth flooding your abused cunt, hot and sticky, yet it cooled the burning sensations inside you. Price released your throat, cupping your jaw instead as he breathed hard, pressing his mouth to yours one last time before he pulled away, and pulled his softening cock from your leaking hole.

Both of you began to get changed in silence. You could feel him staring as you tried to wipe the dried arousal off of your thighs, as well as Price’s cum.

“Leave it,” he ordered, hypnotised by the milky substance dripping out of your cunt. “Keep it in you. That’s an order.”

You did as you were told. You collected as much of his spend as you could on two fingers, dragging them along your thighs. Then, while he watched, you shoved them deep into your cunt with a small, pleasured sigh. You pulled your fingers out and readjusted the positioning of your underwear, covering up.

“Good girl.” Price whispered, almost lost in the sounds of the forest as he buckled his belt.

You got dressed, and once you had retrieved your gun, you sidled quietly up to Price, who was about to turn his communication device back on.

“Laswell is not gonna be happy with you.” You said.

He hid a smile. “I know.”

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[egcdeath]

hello hello how are u!!?

i’ve been rereading a few of ur fics hehe i just wanna say that i love ur writing omfg like yes plz i wanna eat the words

ok ok so i’d love to know ur thoughts on a bully!patrick x reader?? he’s just so cocky and i’d love to see what would happen if he pushed *juuuuuust* a bit further…

maybe it’s their college years and he is practically jeering and ragging at the reader while she’s at her sports practice. i think patrick would like the way her face scrunches up in anger, but she ignores him because she knows better than to go back and forth due to his quick wit. he’d act like a schoolboy. i think he’d also like getting real up close and personal w her, but never touching. and maybe he’d even go as far as to pull at her hair. “accidentally”. hooooooo boy, and the sexual undertones within it all. reasons seemingly unknown, but i believe he just has a crush on the reader, he’s being a hellish brat about it.

and reader enjoys is cuz patrick has a certain charm and he’s just so irresistible xxx but sometimes she wishes he was nicer to her but also where’s the fun in that?? and at certain times maybe he shows that he cares about her…like omg my heart

…ok i am so sorry for rambling i did NOT expect to go into such detail and also sorry if it’s a little corny😭😭😭 anyway, you don’t necessarily have to write headcanons or a fic, i more so would just love to hear ur thoughts on it, the whole bully aspect is really interesting (and hot) to me 🫢 ok again sorry for writing a whole novel in here hope ur having a good day! ur most recent fic was [chefs kiss] and im excited to read what u have cooking up x

omg i absolutely LOVE this concept!! what i immediately thought of was patrick and the reader being in very similar tennis circles (idk how tennis works so lets just assume that they're playing at similar events and reader is obviously playing w women) and like, at first, you cannot stand this man at all. like he always seems to find you before you play, or at your hotel after you've played, or at parties for the players, and he ALWAYS has something to say. a comment on your technique. a snide remark on how you played that day. a taunt about how you're never gonna beat the opponent you're playing against that day.

but the thing is... in a way, his bullying kinda helps you perform better? like he gets you so riled up and feeling so spiteful that you goes out onto the court and demolishes whoever you're playing against. so in a way it's kinda helpful... but also fucking annoying.

and like, at first you try to go back and forth with him but you literally never win the verbal spars so one day you just give up. and also part of you knows that he doesn't genuinely mean it?? maybe he even knows that his pestering is helpful to you and maybe thats why he does it?? but he is being an annoying pest regardless and you can't deal with him buzzing around your ear all the time and getting in your head before you play. so you just stop entertaining it.

but once you stop entertaining it, he gets kinda worried. like you've had this thing going on for a while and now suddenly you just don't care anymore. so now his gibes turn into questioning you CONSTANTLY. are you seeing someone? are you planning something?? what changed?? and when that doesn't work out for him he starts being nice to you. and thats when you start getting worried. i think this would make them have to admit their feelings to each other then BOOM happily ever after!!

i loveee this idea and it was so fun to think about! i'm usually a little iffy about bullying stuff buttt i could totally see it working in this context.

[cheesecakethots]

hiii I came across your blog and fell in love with your yandere illumi posts!! <3 can I ask how you think it’d be like if reader actually WAS pregnant and forced to carry the child to term?? if ur comfy ofc!!

ahhh thank you!!

tw// unwanted/forced pregnancy, implied noncon, reader depression, reader su1c1de attempts. this is SAD. just SAD. minimum comfort from this. also you have a baby and you don’t like it

this is the worst possible outcome

i try and kinda base reader off of how i would react in that situation, and my reaction would be BADDDD.

the second you realise that you’re pregnant you’re already making plans to throw yourself off the nearest balcony or down the steepest stairs in the manor. unfortunately, illumi is going to account for this. he’ll probably realise you’re pregnant before you even do, and soon enough the whole manor will be “baby proofed”.

there’s going to be butlers following you every step of the way, anything sharp is taken from bathrooms or your bedroom, even illumi has started to cut your food up for you. it’s extremely demeaning and only settles to make things worse.

you’ll start growing quiet as the pregnancy progresses, first out of spite and then out of genuine sadness. as far as you think, you’re truly just a womb to illumi and his family.

illumi will notice how depressed you’ve gotten, but he’s not exactly a comforting person. he’ll monotonously give you compliments, silently hand you bouquets of flowers, and tell the butlers to prepare your favourite foods as though any of those things are what you want.

occasionally, if his worry starts to grow, he’ll allow you outside into the garden for a couple of hours. he’ll even arrange a little allotment for you to plant your own. you might not even like flowers, or gardening, but the distraction is nice. if not, you can still wander the grounds, as though it can give you some illusion of freedom. it doesn’t.

illumi tells you that during your visits to the garden you’re truly on your own; no guards, no butlers, no maids, and none of his family watching. it’s not necessarily true. he’ll be behind you every step of the way, hidden in plain sight. he once believed you’d start appearing happy when no one was around, proving that it’s all a rouse and that you’re fine. he quickly discovered it wasn’t fake when the first time he watched you in the garden you found a bench and cried on it the entire time.

he starts to convince himself that when you give birth to his child you’ll recover, and you’ll love them and feel less lonely.

you don’t.

the birthing is messy, probably due to your stress, and it’s the first time anyone in the manor has seen illumi so nervous. it may not be obvious to you, but to those who have known him his entire life, it is.

you don’t love your baby. sometimes you can’t bring yourself to even look at it. you know that illumi and his family are going to be training it to be as bloodthirsty and murderous as them, so you tell yourself that there’s no point in even bothering trying to grow close with it.

in all honesty, you’re in for a fucking awful time. illumi might get irritated with your lack of love for your child. he might think another will make you feel less lonely. only when you stop talking and stop reacting entirely does he realise that he truly has broken you.

i don’t really enjoy writing about reader having kids because it would be my worst nightmare. literally horrifying. that’s why illumi is so damn scary, he’s having a child whether you like it or not.

if you do manage to get rid of it before you give birth, illumi is going to be fucking pissed. expect yourself to be taken into the basement for a week, at the minimum.

best case scenario for this is that reader can’t have kids. fuck this shit.

i could potentially see illumi turning away from his family and their insistence for him to have a bunch of kids, but only if your pregnancy was that bad. if you almost died during childbirth, i could imagine him being extremely shaken up about it, and may not want to see you that way again. that a very big if, though.

[sunkissedbedard]

wait ok i need you to write something trevor zegras based on a taylor song from rep, i saw u said it’s ur fave album so maybe call it what you want or king of my heart but honestly any song at all 🫣

a/n: anything for you 🥰 call it what you want is my all time favourite & the song that welcomed me to become a swiftie so it holds a special place in my heart 🥹 i hope you like it 🫶🏻✨

warnings: none except an overwhelming amount of fluff!

tags: trevor zegras x reader

word count: 0.8k

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"god, it's like i can't even go online anymore with another one of those bot accounts making some stupid, half-assed comment about us." you said through a laugh to the boy next to you on the couch. trevor had finally had a day off from his busy hockey schedule with the ducks, so the two of you had decided what better way to spend the time together, than at home in the comfort of each other while you spent countless hours cuddling and watching movies.

trevor had immersed himself in a round of video games with a few of his other teammates while you had gone to do a load of laundry, as an intermission to your movie session. when you returned, you contently watched on the couch as he continued focusing intently on the screen before him.

"oh, c'mon, you know it's bullshit, y/n. they just say those things out of spite and because there's jealous." he responded, eyes still glued to his game. your mouth downturned into a frown at his lack of awareness towards something that has previously upset you. trevor knew that it was a sensitive topic for you, the comments of outsiders would always linger and keep you up at night, regardless of if you looked at them or not. even if you chose to ignore it, you knew they were still there.

"yeah, i know. but that's such a cliche; some of those things hit deep, whether they're saying it out of spite," you responded with a hint of mockery laced in your voice, nudging his hip with your foot to get his attention, to which you received no response, making you even more frustrated with the boy.

"y/n," he sighed, "you know, no matter what they say, that doesn't change how i feel about you." he promised, stopping his game and turning to face you. as he saw your saddened state as your shoulders shrugged down, his eyes slightly widened before he rushed to your side and pulled you into him so you were now laying on his chest. you inhaled his familiar scent that had seeped into the fabric of his soft hoodie you gifted him, and you felt yourself relax into him, as he pulled you into a tighter hug.

"it just gets to be too much sometimes, y'know?" you mumbled into his chest before lifting your head to meet his softened gaze. he reached forward to cup your cheek, meeting your lips with a soft and wet kiss, your lips detaching like velcro from wanting more from each other.

"i know, y/n. but i want you to know that there is nothing in this world that could change the way i feel about you. you are the best thing to ever happen to me, and i will forever be grateful that we bumped into each other that one day, or else we wouldn't be here." he paused to give you a soft smile, "i don't know what i would do without you, and letting people online get in your head to convince you otherwise? it's not worth your time, my love." he said looking into your eyes as every word fell of his tongue with such meaning, you could feel your heart warming and you broke out in a smile in response.

"i love you, trev, i don't know what i'd do without you either, you're an angel sent from above. you've made my world such a better place now that you're in it, and even though it's discouraging, being with you like this," you motion to your proximity, "it makes me feel like they fade to nothing when i look at you."

you lips reconnect with his, with more intimacy and passion this time, as you readjust yourself to be sitting, pressed against each other to feel each other's warmth.

you part, resting your foreheads against each other and laugh at the silence, "honestly, i'd wear your initial on a chain around my neck if i could," you spoke randomly, earning a raised eyebrow from trevor as he then furrowed his brows in confusion.

"you would? i mean- that seems a little possessive, don't you?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down the side of your arm.

"no, well- i wouldn't wear it in a way that says you own me, more so, because you really know me." you stated with a shrug.

the pair of you look at each other in silence, each of you confused at what you had just said, before bursting into laughter as he lunged towards you, carefully tackling you back onto the couch so you laid under him as he attacked your face with wet kisses.

he pulled away from you, looking down with shortness of breath from his surge of energy, "you're crazy, you know that?" he asked.

"what are you talking about, you love crazy." you responded, which only ended up with you laughing endlessly from the kisses he placed all over your face and neck.

[chubs-deuce]

Hi!!

hiii omgomg, i am literally hyperfixated/so obssessed w ur au rn. i found your blog/acc yesterday and i read all of ur posts AHHH omg… regarding dawn, what do you think her personality is if she grows up? would she be more of her mom or dad and in ur imagination what would her quirks be and etc? (sorry if this was answered already)

Jdjskskdkdksk OMG?? THAT'S SO FLATTERING ACTUALLY-

To answer your question, I've technically already outlined a lot of my thoughts on her personality as she grows older in this post, but that was technically to a barely related question and more of a stream of consciousness that turned into a ramble xD

But obviously I don't mind pulling out some more if you'd like to indulge me a little lol.

When she's younger she's a lot more like her father - mischievous, fun-loving, spiteful and to a harmless degree even a bit manipulative (as in it's never to anyone's detriment) - but as she grows older, there's a lot more of her mother's sympathetic and protective passion coming through too.

Dawn as an adult is temperamental like her father but ultimately well-meaning and has a strong sense of justice - though unlike Charlie she doesn't shy away from breaking rules to get her way if needed.

She's the type of friend in a group that would go to the cashier and declare sternly that you've asked for no pickles and then proceeds to scare the eyerolling jerk behind the counter into compliance >:D

Here's some quirks I can think of lol:

When Dawn gets frustrated or particularly angry, her ears start flapping/twitching pretty hard

She has her mom's ability to control and summon hellfire and sometimes when she's bored she'll just doodle with it in the air a little

She sings a lot (probably more than her mom if given the chance to) and does so with her whole chest lol.

Her dad taught her how to play piano but she likes using those skills for "evil" (i.e. Playing brief little meme songs and ad jingles)

Dawn loves sweets! Some of her beverage concoctions put even some of Charlie's worst hot chocolate builds to shame in complexity and overdoing it on the sprinkles

Dawn can, to a degree, manipulate soundwaves, though not radiowaves like her father. Her skills consist more of manipulating the sound of her own voice or the voices of others. She could hypothetically mimic voices and mute other people temporarily. So far Alastor is the only one able to circumvent this lol

Dawn doesn't have a good Pokerface

Thank you so much for this ask!!! <3 have a good one~

[nadvs]

ik your list is already overflowing w ideas but the pillowtalk blurb rlly made me think of a toxic relationship fic w rafe (not the fetishizing purely fucking kind but moreso an exploration of how it's like being in love w someone as self-destructive as rafe fshfjsh) i just know u would rlly nail it !!!

no pressure tho ik ur working on a lot of wips (AND UR DOING AMAZING !!!) just needed to get this idea out there hahahahha

၊၊||၊၊||၊၊ open arms / sza

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i know all this is bad, but who needs self esteem anyway?

At a certain point, it doesn’t even feel like Rafe is breaking your heart; you’re the one doing it to yourself when you expect every explosion of his to be the last.

He never lays a hand on you, but he starts fights out of no where, spiralling into indignation and hostility. If anything, he’s more destructive to himself than he is to your relationship.

He’s spiteful when he’s upset. You know him well enough to recognize he’s not really mad at you most of the time. When he feels like he’s losing his mind, you’re an anchor, calm and kind and gracious, encouraging him to talk about what’s really upsetting him.

When things turn vicious, you don’t always give him the satisfaction of fighting back. The glimpses of his gentle soul are what keep you around. He’s breaks, but you put him back together.

spent your whole life being hopeless, choking on insecurity

You know it’s not all his fault. When Rafe first opened up to you about how his father has dismissed him and told him to man up all his life, anger bubbles inside of you. It’s not fair.

Deep down, Rafe is a sweet boy, and your mind constantly wanders down the path of who he’d be if he was loved growing up. The potential of what he could have been is what’s most painful of all.

He self-sabotages. You can tell. When he’s mean, hurling accusations at you that you don’t even care about him, you can see past it enough to realize he’s trying to ruin his own happiness.

At the end of every conflict, he crumbles into tears, nervously chewing on his thumbnail, trembling, whimpering about not wanting to lose you.

you my favorite color, now you seeing every shade of me / locked in for life, on god, no replacing me

Rafe can’t imagine a world without you.

He’s hard to love. He knows he is. When he acts unreasonably - getting mad over something and fighting with you even when you had nothing to do with it, giving into his anxious thoughts that you’re cheating on him, trying to control you or boss you around - it’s like he’s witnessing himself do it. It’s a horror movie when he watches himself losing it.

You know you can leave. As they say, women are not rehabilitation centres for badly raised men. But it’s work you want to do, because when he lets out his tender side, showering you in hugs and kisses and compliments, smiling so lovingly and brightly in a way that makes the bad times seem like nothing in comparison, you know it’s worth it.

Every time you guide him out of the dark, understanding him better than he understands himself, he thinks about how lost he would be without you. You see it all, every ugly side of him, and you stay. And he would pray to whoever’s listening that you stay forever.

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

I LOVE UR RAMBLES! PLEASE GIVE US MORE (I WANNA KNOW ABOUT THEIR TOTALLY NOT DOMESTIC DOMESTIC ROUTINES + WHAT JOKES THEY MAKE WHEN PEOPLE SEE THEM LEAVE/ARRIVE TOGETHER)!!!! I LOVE IT PLEASE KEEP WRITING AHHHH

IM GLAD SOMEONE IS GETTING A KICK OUT OF IT DFGKLJNFGBJK

i have a massive headache right now and im coming down with a cold so im not sure how much of this will be coherent, but let me try to jabber some more about those idiots-

so for the sappy stuff (because its getting late and im in the mindset): wilson gives house massages. yeah, for the leg- but also just in general. hes a touchy person with significant others, and house is fucking needy and always in pain. so- what that results in is any time theyre within 4 feet of eachother (alone) wilson ends up scooting over to rub his back, or his head, or his shoulders. just something the releve the constant pressure and stiffness house has in his bones. its symbiotic, really. house is in pain, and wilson likes to feel needed. house is needy, and wilson likes to be physically close to people he loves.

we already know wilson makes theem breakfast, cause its canon. but they don't really eat breakfast together other than on the weekends. wilson makes breakfast when he gets up, which is long before house has even dragged his ass out of bed. then he eats, gets ready to go, leaves the leftovers in a tupperware in the fridge and wakes up house to say good morning before heading to work. house usually goes back to sleep after the good morning wake up, gets in another hour or two, then finally rolls out of bed and right to work, grabbing his tupperware on the way out. he really doesn't have much of a morning. once hes up, there's no sitting around. he eats his breakfast when he finally gets to work (hours late) intentionally making all of his fellows jealous. kutner has tried and failed many times to taste wilson's infamous cooking. wilson actually make him something when he found out- but house ended up eating that too. not because he was hungry- just out of spite lmao. house ate it in front of him waving the sticky note with his name on it. rip kutner

on the weekends they do eat together- if they aren't going out to eat. wilson's a morning person, but he can get behind a lazy morning in bed if its something soft and domestic he can look at through storybook lenses. so they usually sleep in on weekends unless wilson has plans. if wilson has plans than the routine is fairly similar to that of the work week, plus a lot more complaining and whining to come back to bed from house.

nothing changes really at work. most of the change is within small routines in private. they always left work with each other, even before they were together. and no matter how much he loves wilson- house is not about to start getting up early to come to work with him. so the arrival/departure is pretty much the same.

when people do make comments about them though, which is bound to happen since it literally happens in canon, house cracks up. wilson gets self conscious and deflects and tries to escape the conversation, but house takes it as an opportunity to test people's patience.

"Oh, me and my pookie-wookie sugar pie were just on our way downstairs to peek at Cuddy's cleavage. You can join if you want- but we didn't bring protection if that's what you're hoping this will turn into."

"G- HOUSE. HE WAS JUST ASKING TO SHARE THE ELEVATOR!!1!!!"

"Yeah well it gets stuffy with three or more people- and that successfully scared him off. You're welcome."

house has probably kissed wilson dramatically in front of his fellows for the bit at some point. it was not a good kiss lmao- it was all for shock value and wilson was probably wide eyed and taken aback for the duration of it. wilson gave him the silent treatment and didn't pay for his lunch after that one.

"Do NOT use me as a prop for one of your pranks ever again, House. It's not funny."

"Oh please, this isn't the first time I've done that. It's just the first time the joke has involved lip on lip contact"

"Please never say "lip on lip contact" ever again. I think my headache is back..."

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

heyyy love ur stuff btw! Could you maybe do hc’s of how our boys when someone is being mean to the reader? Thanks ;)) Maybe like a modern AU? Or any AU you’d prefer, thank you!

Aaaaaaaa thank you for the ask friend!! I love this idea!!! So I pictured this in a Modern!AU where the pair is at a coffee shop waiting on their order. The Boy puts his arm around them and the person next to them just sneers and goes “Can y’all get a room? Or at least be with someone nice to look at?” OBVIOUSLY referring to y/n with just a palpable amount of spite and venom.

Dick Winters

I see him just hugging you tighter and maybe turning his back to the guy, like, if he's gonna be an ass about Dick's favorite person he doesn't deserve the time of day. He'd say something so sweet too like, “if you think anyone could be more beautiful than them, you need to get your eyes checked,” before planting a kiss on your cheek and grabbing your drinks.

Lewis Nixon

I can see him definitely getting irritated but also seeming kinda baffled? Like I can see him just saying something like, “Are you serious right now? You see how gorgeous they are, right? Who hurt you, man?” Like he’d be so genuine about it too, even scoffing and shaking his head while y’all walk out with your drinks - like, how tf can someone say that about the most perfect human on earth???

Ron Speirs

I have a strong feeling that the guy’s words leave his mouth before he saw Ron, because I just imagine the dude being Christianson in Bastogne, like, he see’s Speirs’ face and just feels as though he has Met His End. So all Speirs does is put his arm around you and say, “you wanna try that again?” the guy just stutters and replies, “you make a lovely couple,” before scurrying away. I can soooo see Ron just having a smug smile on his face before giving you a kiss.

Harry Welsh

Ok so considering this man got demoted from sergeant to private three (3) different times due to getting in fights I have a feeling he would just be like “OH ITS THAT KINDA PARTY HUH? YOU WANNA TRY SAYING THAT AGAIN ASSHOLE??” Like this dude could be twice Harry’s size but your Boy can and will throw hands to defend you and he’s not afraid to get hurt while doing it. 10/10 needs you to help with his bruised knuckles after but he apologizes and y’all enjoy your drinks (specifically savoring it because y’all got banned from the coffee shop).

Eugene Roe

I feel like this could go two ways - A) he tells the guy off (“why don’t you mind your business asshole”), holds you close to him, and grabs your drinks without saying a word, or B) he grabs you by the waist and just goes to town trying to merge your mouths into one. This man would just do everything in his power to put on display his love and passion for you. Soon enough the dude will get weirded out and leave, but not before Doc performs award-winning CPR.

Bill Guarnere

Oh boy we got Party Boy #2 over here. “Why don’t you shut ya yap before I shut it for ya?” Your mans would square up to the dude no questions asked. If the dude steps down, Bill would just say, “yeah, that’s what I thought,” before proudly putting his arm around you. If the dude makes a poor decision and steps up to Guarnere… next thing you know poor Bill is apologizing to you while you hold his cold brew up to his black eye to keep the swelling down… the dude apologized though! All thanks to Ol’ Gonorrhea.

Joe Toye

I feel like his reaction is betwixt Guarnere and Nixon. Like, for one thing, he’s genuinely confused. He just gives the dude his classic Eyebrows before pulling you close to him. At first he won’t say anything, but if the dude keeps going he’ll just say to him in a low voice, “you looking for a fight pal?” Honestly that would be enough to scare the dude away while Joe just hugs you tight and kisses your temple before the barista calls your names.

George Luz

This boy would twist the dude’s words perfectly. “Oh you’re absolutely right, they could get someone WAY hotter than me!” before smirking over at you. You can’t help but give George a playful smack on the chest before laughing with him and laying your head on his shoulder… then he’d totally just look at you and think “how’d I get so lucky???” we love a silly soft boi

Joe Liebgott

Fighty Boy #3 and you can’t tell me otherwise. It’d be similar to Guarnere on the ship - he’d have to make sure he heard the dude right at first… “What’d you just say?” like you can feel his angy levels rising by the second. The dude just goes, “you heard me,” and before anyone can even blink the dude is knocked out on the ground, like, the swifest punch known to man and it came from your boyfriend (kinda hot ngl) and you just give him a Look before he smirks and kisses the air from your lungs and… why were you mad at him again? And why are you getting thrown out of the cafe???

Floyd Talbert

Ok so remember how Roe gave you life-saving CPR? Tab’s first instinct is life-taking CPR, like, this man just glares at the dude before pulling you close by your waist (and maybe a hand on your ass because its Tab) and just going to TOWN on your lips, neck, wherever he can reach just to show the idiot dude how in love with you he is and how stupid he was to make that comment… of course instinctively your hands to Tab’s hair and y’all just get Lost in the Sauce and when the barista calls y’all’s names you don’t even hear them.

Shifty Powers

Asdf sweet baby angel would just hold you close and whisper to you, “I’m sorry you had to hear that, you don’t believe him right?” Just keeping all his attention on you and hugging you close with both arms just lovingly wrapped around you, both of y’all forget everything else exists and you just happily hold each other for a bit before you get your drinks (this is all unless shifty has his rifle then the dude’s Time Has Come courtesy of Darrell C. Powers).

ngl this might've been the most fun I've had writing something 🤣 Thank you again for the ask love!! Hope you have a wonderful day!

[ya-zz]

oou, if ur down for it how about bitter ex!Ram who's realized Genji's trying to ask reader out :0 he still holds this bit of possessiveness towards reader and it's even worse because it's "his brother's pet human" - so like there's this undertone of Genji being a "replacement" in Ram's perspective. you can try to connect this to canon, but this is more of like an imagine, like 'if x and x did this, how would x react-'

also i don't mind if you decide not to write this :b i just like seeing characters i'm currently obssessed with in different situations LOL

happy holidays! (if u celebrate) and a happy rest of your december!

May have went down a little more... possessive route for this...

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1071

The omnic had been watching for awhile. Too long, almost. He watched you from the sidelines, the way you grew, the way you healed past the relationship he once had with you. It pained him at how well you moved on in the last few months.

When a certain cyborg came along and started flirting with you, however, something began to grow within Ramattra’s circuits. Something dark, hateful… spiteful.

Ramattra still wants you, that he cannot deny no mater how many times he tries to think otherwise. He needs you by his side. You were the only person who was capable of loving him and he just had to fuck things up. 

Back then, he wanted you all to himself. Who wouldn’t? You were the best thing that had ever happened to him and to everyone. You made hearts flutter and smiles warmer. Ramattra, dare he say, was obsessed with you. 

He still is. 

His systems would go back to the nights he shared with you, hands roaming bodies, static moans and cursed whimpers all but filled his receptors. Many nights he would sit and watch everything like it was a movie until it went back to the fateful day you had packed your belongings and left him. 

You wanted no part of his liberation. Despite trying so hard to convince him that there were thousands, if not millions of humans out there who cared for and adored omnics, Ramattra wasn’t convinced and so went ahead with his war.

Years had passed since then and here he was, sitting down in the garden meditating alongside Zenyatta whilst you and Genji were training across the field. 

“Does he always watch over you?” The ninja asks you, peering over to the omnics sitting away from them. 

“No. I think Zen asked him to join him on some meditative stuff.” You shrug. 

“I mean- he’s watching you.” Genji gets a little closer, voice getting quieter. 

“You can tell behind the faceplate?” 

Genji nods. “I picked a few things up from Master Zenyatta.” He picks up on how Ramattra’s hands clench on his knees and he knows exactly what’s going on. 

“Huh.” You look over at the omnics before shrugging the thought off. “He can watch all he wants, I don’t care.” 

The cyborg chuckles, moving his focus back onto you. 

Ramattra couldn’t pick out the conversation as the wind rustled within his receptors, only seeing you and Genji turn to look at him, lips moving but muffled voices. He knew that you were talking about him though, and that only made the anger rise within his circuitry. 

…

…

The larger omnic had picked up on several mannerisms with the ninja. The way his face softened when he was with you, the ghost touches, the way he laughed when you told a joke. Ramattra was slowly but surely figuring it out that Genji wanted you. 

Whether or not it was to spite him, he didn’t care. The fact that Zenyatta’s pet human was flirting with you was fuelling this hatred inside of him. 

He found you wandering the halls and stopped you. 

“I see that ninja has taking a liking to you.” He states. 

“That is none of your business.” You spit back, clearly frustrated at the sudden interaction. 

“He is not good for you.” Ramattra crosses his arms over his chest, his tall stature looming over you in an almost hostile way.

“Oh, like you’re any better?” You stand your ground. “At least he didn’t start a fucking war.” 

He vocaliser clicks. “I had my reasoning. You did not listen to me.” 

“I listened. How could I not when that’s all you were going on about for months!” Anger began rising within you. “That was all you focussed on.” 

“I needed you.” 

“No. No you fucking didn’t.” You speak through gritted teeth. “All you wanted-”

“What I wanted was peace for us omnics.”

“By brainwashing them?” You cock your head to the side. “I may not be the fucking brightest around here but I do know that the way you used those poor omnics was not right.” 

Ramattra keeps his optics on you. 

“You used your own people!” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I ended it with you because I couldn’t stand the way you were thinking. You were too wrapped up in that.. that… liberation of yours that you never had any time for me!” 

Something inside of Ramattra begins to hurt. 

“So help me god, if you get in the way of anything, of my happiness, I will fucking end you myself.” The tears finally spill as you storm past the omnic who stands there almost dumbfounded.

Never once had you raised your voice at him, let alone in the hostile tone just seconds before. Ramattra had to take a moment to process your words, to process what you just threatened to him. 

He turns around but by that point, you had long left him. 

…

…

The next time you saw Ramattra, he had pinned the ninja against the wall by his throat. His tone was angry, no, he was seething with rage as he threatened to end Genji’s life. 

You didn’t hear how it started, but you certainly ended it by pulling Ramattra away from the cyborg who then fell to the ground gasping for air. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You shout, coming between the two men and staring the omnic down.

“Putting that ninja in its place.” Ramattra scoffs before turning and walking away from the scene. 

“Are you okay, Genji?” You ask, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Yeah.” He coughs. “Didn’t think he’d come for me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He still wants you.” Genji looks up at you. 

“I know, but that does not give him the right to attack you like that.” 

You help the cyborg up, helping him access the damage before escorting him to the med-bay.

Meanwhile, Ramattra was sitting in his room feeling rather content with himself. The jealousy was all but rising within him the more he knew you were hanging around with his brother’s pet human. He still wants you, he needs you. 

The omnic could only sit back and wait as his plan starts falling into place. He will get you back by any means necessary and if that means turning Genji on you, then he will do just that.

[autistic-katara]

ok i might get blocked by a couple ppl for saying this but the Jackson’s Diary fandom is seriously making me wanna become a proshipper out of spite (read the post before blocking me or whatever please)

like idk if u guys have checked the fandom tag on ao3 recently but theres been a bit of drama surrounding the fact that someone posted a smut-fic of Exer (an 18yo) and David (an almost 18yo, who was aged up A FEW MONTHS for the fic) and they were harassed into taking it down and making a fucking apology post ON AO3, THE PROBLEMATIC FANWORKS WEBSITE.

and this fic was tagged 100% correctly like it was very explicitly tagged as smut n stuff yet there were still a bunch of comments being like “uhm what did i just read 🤨” and when i made a comment defending the authors right to yk, not be harassed for making not even rlly problematic content someone who clearly would suffer withdrawal symptoms if they turned twitter off for too long started arguing with me abt how “erm ackhtually we should be allowed to comment harassment under ppls harmless and explicitly tagged fics cause theres no smut in this fandom and it shocked us” and u could just rlly tell they felt they were more righteous than God in their opinions and yeah so cut to tonight when i’m scrolling through the tag and i see a post titled “i’m so sorry” in which the author made a post basically being like “i’m so sorry for posting that ik it was disgusting it has been permanently deleted” which in the comments a few ppl were telling them that what happened sucked n stuff (myself included // judging by their reply they only did this to stop the harassment which yk, completely fair) and i went back to scrolling since i wanted an actual fic not fandom drama but like 2 posts down there was another post titled “please stop” or smthn like that where someone else made a post basically being like “guyssss can we please not write smut of these characters this fandom is so wholesome i dont wanna ruin it 🥺 anyways sorry this isnt a fic this just needed to be said lol” and like dude, my guy, WHAT THE FUCK?!

this is AO3, this is a fanwork archive that as far as i know was created (at least partially) due to the fact that ppl kept getting their “problematic” works taken down from other sites and the creators wanted to yk archive all fanworks. this is NOT a social media site where u can make callout posts abt how what someone else posted disturbed ur pure wholesome chaste scrolling by daring to uploaded something with *gasp* consensual sex between 2 consenting adults?! (or canonically 1 consenting adult and 1 consenting gonna-be-an-adult-in-a-few-months-but-isnt-much-younger-than-the-first-guy but u get the idea)

like guys, ao3 is not twitter. it is not tiktok, it is not tumblr, its not youtube, its not even wattpad. it is not a social media platform, it is a fanwork archive, specifically one that lets u post whatever kinda content u want (yes, even smthn depicting 2 consenting adult/almost adult participates that are in no way related having sex, ik its crazy what they allow online these days).

and look honestly the callout post wouldn’tve annoyed me this much if it was posted on yk an actual social media. like if it was posted on twitter or tiktok or on youtube as a video essay or even on here, like sure if i saw it id be annoyed that this fandom cant handle the tiniest bit of non-puritanicalism and fuck, maybe if it was on here id even drag myself into a pointless days-long argument that causes me suicidal levels of stress but on archive of our fucking own itself?! for the millionth time, IT IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA! u dont make posts like that that u want the rest of the fandom to read or whatever on there because its not that kinda website!

anyways yeah i hope i explained the situation ok, u might be able to check it out urself if u feel like it and yeah idk this whole thing just kinda felt like a wake-up call for me like yes i find incest and pedophilia disgusting OBVIOUSLY and i dont like ppl romanticising it in fiction but idk i’ve seen ppl talk abt toxic antis before and show screenshots of conversations where theyve acted super shitty but idk seeing this all unfold in person and having to argue with these hardcore antis just- i dont wanna be associated with these ppl, if these are what alotta antis r like i dont want anyone to assume i agree with them like at all, whether its other antis, proshippers, or ppl like me who have a super complicated opinion on it. like they harassed a person into taking down their smut and made call-out posts on ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN abt how they dont want their wholesome pure fandom corrupted by gross dirty irredeemable sex. and just yeah hope no mutuals i seriously care abt unmoot or even block me over this since ik a few of u r antis but yeah srry for this i just kinda seriously hate this fandom right now :)

also incase anyone is typing out a “kill yourself pedo” reply/rb rn; i turn 15 on Friday, i am 2+ years younger than ur innocent bb minor boy David and his definitely not already a legal adult boyfriend Exer so yk

[warmerstranger]

Hii I loved that recent enstars writing you did so much! If I may request something like Mayoi and/or Koga going to try desserts with y/n? I have so much brain rot of these dorks lol ♡

- 🍰 anon

Piece of Bites

ft. Koga Oogami, Mayoi Ayase

alriighht, here's ur order thank you for waiting !! aha, sorry it took like a week, the procrastinating hit me so bad ...

°°``Marked as and included with: fluff! Mayoi being kind of obsessive tho, he means well <3 um is the favoritism too obv here...

[Koga Oogami]

🐺 The moment word 'desserts' are mentioned to him, his face would slightly scrunch like they're something repulsive to him. You must've picked the wrong person...

🐺 Yes, he just come up with the sweetest and cutest desserts imaginable especially if you talk about it and give them to him. He would have his tongue out in a disgust, flat-out refusing without any whiny complains before having you to enjoy it yourself instead. He would still keep you company by getting his own snacks to eat with, though.

🐺 Really, Koga doesn't have a particular grudge or some shitty memories going on against it, he won't go through the sweet aftertaste of eating them or feeling the soft texture melting on his tongue it's yucky. Those type of desserts aren't just for him. Just consider it, do you even think those things suit him? He literally keeps up a wild and rough image as his whole part of identity!

🐺 ...okay, since he's the tougher man and if you have begged enough or use the most effective puppy eyes at him, he would brave through them, the texture and taste be goddamned. They're nothing for him, he's no coward (in actuality if you bought them for him too, it would leave a more bitter taste in his mouth when he just refuse and let you give them to another person). He could sit down and wolf them down try a few bites all the while growling out of spite he has towards the poor desserts. In return you must have some grilled meat or something alike in advance to wash the taste off, especially along with some genuine acknowledgement from your own mouth.

🐺 If they are desserts that aren't sweet or fruity taste and more within a savory level... now they might be a whole different thing going on for him.

🐺 He would eat them and leave no crumbs (literal), expressing his satisfaction and all be referring them 'this rocks' or as 'the good shit'.

🐺 Just be prepared to face the next time he would share some meat with you to eat together. All a steak or barbeque session you're in for...

[Mayoi Ayase]

🦝 Crying, shaking, sobbing, he can't believe you're willing to be in precious moments like this with him..! It's as if he has gone knocking the heaven's door from how much bliss he's feeling he might just die happily.

🦝 While he might have some preferences, it doesn't matter much about how they taste, all that matters is the fact he and you eat them together! Especially if you pick them specifically for him, not even the delicious taste of desserts can outmatch his pleasure of your kind thoughts for someone as revolting as him...

🦝 Mayoi might offer to spoon-feed you or alternately taking turns trying your part while you try his. He's going feral just imagining the indirect kiss when you offer using your own or his spoon..!!

🦝 He's enjoying the experience overall with a bashful smile plastered and humming delightfully the whole time you would think it's because of the desserts since he's eating them happily when he's mostly focused on watching you eat or appreciating your company.

🦝 His rambling would be amplified, driven as the fuel by the desserts if they particularly leave him a satisfying taste. He feels like he can open up more to you.

🦝 He would make sure to let you know he's thankful and he would cherish this moment dearly for the time to come.

🦝 Mayoi wouldn't mind having desserts together with you again sometime! Very soon, preferably, he might even pick and bring your favorites next time.

[dinxieyinxie]

Last I saw, Yonal became a professor at Hogwarts; what's it like for him & snape to work together? Is it weird since they r exes? Speaking of, why did they break up in the 1st place? (Sorry if you've answered this before, I'm new to the lore, but I love ur oc so much!)

Nono it's okay!! I'm more than happy to yap about Yonal HASDHJAS

It was 100% Snape's fault that they broke up. After Yonal leaving in 5th year, they tried to send letters to each other as often as possible but Snape was gradually sending less and less until one day, he just completely stopped replying back. We all know 5th year onwards was the shittiest for Snape and with Yonal gone, he literally had no one to turn to except to the DEs and with the whole death eater and double-spy for Voldy and Dumbledore after Hogwarts, it really was taking a toll on him.

Add Lily's death into this, Snape knew he couldn't lose anyone else. He was too scared for Yonal being wrapped into the war (despite being on the other side of the world). He decided to cut ties with him to keep him safe and out of harm's way. Dumbledore also took part in this decision, taking advantage of Snape's immense love for Yonal to make him focus on the job.

Snape thought he was doing the right thing and sure, it probably was at the time but it just led to two broken guys, bitter and full of resent.

So imagine his reaction when he found out that Yonal was coming to Hogwarts to teach LMAO

Their work relationship is... tense at best. I mentioned them being enemies to lovers before (not sure when) but honestly, it's just a one-sided beef with Yonal absolutely despising Snape for ghosting him for almost 12(?) years.

To put a halt on a relationship built on close friendship all of a sudden with no explanation, no prior signs or warnings, nothing whatsoever, that shit Hurt. Nerve-wrecking even when you consider the other as your literal soulmate.

Snape made it worse by avoiding him as much as possible in the first half. Yonal took that as like "Okay, I see how it is. Two can play that game."

Both were somewhat thankful that their classes are far from each other with Snape teaching in the dungeons and Yonal teaching in the castle grounds outside. But that doesn't mean they don't pass by each other in the corridors. Not to mention they have to sit beside each other in the Great Hall (not really, the DADA teacher is in between them but you get what I mean).

Snape is too prideful and Yonal is too spiteful. Both, unfortunately, clashes.

[meowsgirldrawing]

I was going thru ur obey me 2nd gen works (I love it!) and I wanted to ask:

How do you think lucifer would react to accidently finding out about Lillie's secret relationship w/ Dia's heir? As someone with an overprotective dad I don't think it would go down very well lmaoo

HA!

Lucifer is more offended that she didn’t tell HIM of all people. Thoughts swing and swirl as he tries to figure out why, just why she felt he couldn’t tell her. He forbids any thoughts of comparing him to his father, forcing a contrastive turn to the idea.

He is nothing close to his father, and while he has his flaws like the rest of his brothers, he doesn’t think she, his daughter, should be scared enough to come to him about her love for Diavolo’s-

Heir. Oh.

It makes sense. Being the lover to an heir could be..challenging.

He eventually confronts her about it, but makes sure she knows she isn’t in trouble. He merely worries.

She dejects, denies, even pulls moves he himself does when her pride won’t allow her to speak. But of course, he sees it loud and clear. With some gentle probing, swallowing down his own pride to show his concerns in spite of what she might think, finally she relents. A little teary eyed, but relents as he feels a worry knaw at his side.

Instead, Lillie throws him for another loop when she lets out that the reason she was scared wasn’t personal towards him, but more the reason of her being half human. Her reasoning is that no one, absolutely not a single demon, soul in devildom would be happy to hear that the future to the throne is with a half human of all things. They already send so much looks, so much insults towards her and her siblings’ way that it’s no question it wouldn’t triple the moment she shows herself as the partner of her favorite demon.

Lucifer bristles. If he wasn’t getting flashbacks to Lilith the 1st the moment his daughter was hiding something, he certainly is now. Besides, MC gets sneers and glares wherever they go when with the boys or kids, so he doesn’t doubt her worries are for nothing.

But everyone knows that the one thing Lucifer Morningstar, once prince of Heaven and now a Lord of Devildom, prides himself the most on is keeping his family safe. And his daughter is the top of his list on that.

In short- Lucifer tells Lillie to “fuck the haters” but in his “Lucifer” way of things. Tells her he’s proud she’s considering things in a responsible light but urges her to not let her relationship ever fall from it. And finally- he AND Diavolo will deal with the people if they decide to get a little too rowdy about it.

As for the Heir. It’s no surprise Diavolo knows, in fact he laughed the moment Lucifer brought it up to him in private and shared how he would love Lilith as a daughter-in-law! Hell, he already considered her so despite his child’s insistence that they aren’t ready for that yet.

As for the protective bit- Yep. Now that he knows, he tends to watch them a little too closely, asks questions that has Lilith scolding him, and of course, glaring at the heir anytime he catches them in the halls of RAD together. He lets Lilith be an adult of course and make her own decisions, she is 21 after all, but he makes it known to the heir that if any harm came to Lilith because of them, or she cries their name in a way that’ll break his heart and have his unworldly powers rearing its head for a bite at them- he won’t care that they will be his future ruler anymore.

He’s also happy to have them as his in law too he supposes.

(I got more excited about writing this than drawing it so I’m sorry But thank you for the question! We love overprotective Lucifer in this household ✨✨)