#fem!bell

[efingcod]

For @deadbranch's 100-word fic challenge (sorry these keep coming to me) Alex Mason x fem!Bell (photo)

It would work. It was all timed perfectly. Alex’s lungs ached as he raced across the monastery. If he could get to her before the explosives went off, she would be safe. Get her away from Adler. Get to the mainland and figure it out from there. 

The stone wall before him crumbled as it had done dozens of times before. Without a thought, he vaulted it. And there she was. He grabbed her hand. Heard Adler’s surprised shout. Explosions.

All the same.

Bell’s hand slipped from his. Then darkness.

No!

He woke up on the plane headed for Solovestky.

#alex mason #cod bell #fem!bell #call of duty #black ops cold war #bocw #I'm so tempted to make this a bigger thing #time loop au

[paddyfitz]

I rewrote this if you are looking a good read over the holidays it's up and complete 😌

#Call of duty #Black ops cold war #Russell Adler #Fem!Bell #Bell call of duty #Adler X bell

[guigz1-coldwar]

"Redemption": The Epilogue for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out!

Chapter Summary: A week passed in Yirina's life as she reflects on her own life & events that happened in a few months, have a talk with a few of her friends before the talk with her love to decide on the future…

To read it on AO3, click here!

Words: +3200

Taglist: @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart, @chrystallenex

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A week later

9th September 1984

It's been a week now since the last main operation has been done and since that day, I could feel better even if a part of me know that the threat was not over but another part of me was sure that it will not come back until a long time and to be honest, I don't know what to feel about this...maybe that I shouldn't think too much about this and try to focus ahead of me for the moment...to say that I'm getting at the end of this book...

I wrote so much...draw so much since I got my hands by this doctor...Doctor Krimilov, I was sad to learn of his death and I feel bad about this...it's thanks to that man that I could write down every memory that my head managed to catch over the last few months...and this book is having them noted on each page with details, some sketches of the place I could remember and the faces I saw...so much in this book and it's only a part of my life I could get back...I'll need more time...and I look forward to it...

Right now, on the 9th of September 1984, the situation in Verdansk has greatly improved and if some of Perseus' fanatical soldiers were still around the city, the skirmishes were less present, and more missions of helping the civilians were made. Sadly, we had to part ways with Viktoria a day after our operation, considering that her mission in the region was done and she left to an unknown location and gave us thanks before leaving...and since that day, we were back at the CIA's HQ...wondering what's going to happen next...

Damn...I'm getting right to the end of the book, I didn't think at all that the memories I could gather until were going to take over a single diary...maybe the drawing didn't help but I couldn't help myself. However, I'm sure that once we got back to England and maybe shortly, I'll start another diary for my memories and this time, I think that it will be more clear...let's hope so...this is the end...time to close a chapter...

"Hey," One tap with the pen over the very last word of the diary from me before I could hear a voice in front of me as I'm laid against one of the nearest trees of the headquarter tent. "Hey, Yirina, head up," The voice adds, prompting me to do as it said and discover Sims, leaning towards me. "Were you sleepy while trying to write down?" He asks with his hands on his waist.

"If I slept during writing something, I'm not sure it will be good to look at," I scoff with a little laugh, checking that I didn't make a mistake before I close down the book. "I just finished that diary, no more space to write anything," I say, starting to get up before Sims moves his right hand at me, helping me to get up.

"Really? When did you start that by the way?" He demands once I was up on my feet.

"Back in March," I reply to him and his face shows signs of surprise before giving out a little laugh, the same one as me. 

"Damn, you got busy," He laughs before he gives me a head gesture away, starting to follow him to surely go inside the headquarters tent. "Do you think that one day, I would have a chance to read it?" 

"And see how I draw you?" I tell him, getting next to the entrance but he stops at my words, raising his right eyebrow to me.

"You draw me?" I nod. 

"I did...but I don't remember well," I respond with the truth, unable to remind myself when I did draw him...maybe it was in the US...impossible to put my finger on it. "You know what? I'll tell you when you'll be able to read it, okay?" I propose as a deal and hopefully, for me, he accepts that, giving me a nod but keeping a curious face about the fact I draw him. 

"Yeah, you better keep your promise," He warn me with a good tone in his voice before we finally enter the tent, nobody around except the two of us.

"And you? What about the flamethrower you promised me?" I remind him, of a thought that came back a day ago after passing next to the camp armory where an old flamethrower from the war was found and brought back here. 

"Once I got to see that face you made," He pointed his finger at me with a grin on his face while walking to the other side of the table before he stops in front of me, putting his hands on the table to look with me over the map. "Anyway, you told me earlier before you went writing to give you a little update for you & Park and...where is she by the way?" He asks me.

"She said she needed a moment alone so it's better to let her, I can tell everything," I reply, Park, telling me earlier that she wanted to get her head clear in a spot away from the camp that only me & her use to go. "So, what's the deal?" I gesture with my head to the map.

"Well, as you maybe heard from me today, Hudson took Mason, Woods & Adler to the city, you know, with those mysterious bunkers some of our teams found," Sims starts, moving his right index over a location in the downtown district of the city. "It said to be belonging to the Germans back from the war and the explosions kinda exposed some of them so, we're going to investigate them," 

"And the Russians?" I demand, not having heard anything from the KGB since yesterday.

"The KGB's pulling out, they've done here and thankfully, our mole inside will close the eyes of our presence here, we're free," Sims assumes, making a circle towards the old location where the KGB was located before, now empty. "I also heard that you, Park & your friends leave in 2 days right?" 

"We leave tomorrow in the evening, Park wanted us to be back to London and give a full report of the situation," I explain myself on that situation, remembering my relieved face when I learned of our departure to get back home in my head. "After that, I don't know what will happen but we either stay on duty and are given a new mission or have some vacations...I don't care as long as we're away from here," I add before raising my head at him. "You?" Sims looks a bit sad on his face to learn that we leave but he wasn't going to show it completely.

"I'm leaving once we got to know what those Germans bunkers are holding, I'm gonna let Hudson take the commands once he's back, I can't hold being the boss around," He says with a breath, passing his left hand on his face and then, removing his cap to let his hand pass through his hair. "Well, I think it's good now," He sighs. "I think you want to see your friend, Zasha at the infirmary, I don't want to hold you enough, you know what to do, right?"

"Yeap, I'm going with Park in the night to one of the bunkers in the city near the port, got it," I nod at him, knowing well of the order before I got ready to leave the tent to see Zasha but then, Sims moves his hand forwards, looking for a shake. 

"Thank you, Yirina," Sims mutters, a smile on his face and then, I got my right hand in front before shaking hands, also a smile on my face. 

"Thank you, Sims," I repeat on my side during our shake, me letting out a breath and giving a finger salute to him before we broke the shake and then, starting to turn around to leave the tent and move away.

The ambiance of the camp was seeming so different now from the first moment we got in days ago. The camp was no longer seeing agitated with lots of soldiers & vehicles moving around, seeming calmer than before because the numbers of soldiers here were reduced, either moving to outposts around the city or able to leave and get back to their homes, and so on...it was going to be me, Park, Zasha & Portnova's turn to pack our bags & return home...

I arrived at the infirmary after a few moments of walking, it wasn't too far from the other tent, close to the one we were using to sleep and it was looking empty with the only exception of Zasha who was one of the few still in it, laying down on a bed with their right arm covered in a bandage and a brand new black eyepatch over their right eye...

"Hey, Zed," I wave my left hand towards them to announce myself as I was arriving near them who were looking in the other way

"Yirina!" They exclaim with happiness in their voice, having let them with Portnova for the day until now. 

"Where's Portnova?" I ask, next to their bed as she's nowhere around them, an empty chair that is usually Portnova's spot when she's visiting Zasha.

"She left to get me a coffee,  she should be back in a minute," Zasha replied, giving a gesture towards the direction I just come from as I decides to sit down on the bed at their left, no one on it. 

"Didn't you suppose to not have coffee before going back to London?" I let out a joke off me.

"Yirina, I'm not sick, I'm just...I have a wounded arm and an eye behind an eyepatch," They gave out a funny sigh from their mouth, rolling their eyes around. "But I'm doing good, the arm's doing okay but the eye is surely gonna take time," They add, pointing towards their eyepatch with their free hand. "I can't wait to get back home and see my little Beans back," 

"Me too," I smiled, missing the strokes I was giving to Beans now that her name was back into my mind before the smile I got slowly disappeared at the names coming into my mind. "Shit..."

"What?" Zasha says.

"I...about Dedov..." I whisper, passing my hand through my face about this...I remember that it was hard for Zasha to accept this fact but...Dedov who wasn't here despite the promise I made...it's sad. "I'm sorry," I apologize for that, feeling that this promise was broken.

"It's okay...I tried my best but...Dedov told me..." Zasha starts to say, cutting themselves to take a deep breath. "He told me that even if he doesn't trust me...he will try to keep in contact with us...he said he will find a way..."

"Yes, I know," I murmured at this, a revelation that Zasha declared to us two days ago but still...it was hard to admit that Dedov wasn't going to get back to us easily...but there's hope. "At least, he can come back," I admit, giving myself some hope.

"Yes," Zasha nods at me, a grin on their face and looking curious. "And...your friend...Lazar?"

"They...Uhm..." I scratch my head. "Sims told me yesterday that the CIA has to make checks about him and find a way to remove the brainwashing...it's complicated but it says it will take a long time before he goes back to normal," I resume, a bit happy on the side that Lazar was found but still affected by the brainwashing, hope still in for him. "It will be good, I hope," 

"He will don't worry...I can't wait to meet him once he will be okay," They declare about Lazar with a little smile and enthusiasm, something that I could give back.

"He's a nice guy...you should watch however about his hugs, they're nice but don't get used to it," I advises them with a laugh before I could hear behind me from a few meters, some footsteps and I turn around to see Portnova coming with a cup of coffee between her hands. "Hey, Portnova," I say with the same smile.

"Hey, good to see you there," Portnova smiled back at me, arriving next to us and passing in front of me to give Zasha their coffee. "As you asked, Zeze," She whispers as the two looks each other in the eyes during the exchange.

"Thank you, Yiri," Zasha thanks her, taking the coffee in their hands before Portnova moves to sit on her usual chair.

"So, what were the two talking about?" She demands from us. 

"About the future," I speak up first, preferring to avoid the subject of Dedov with her. "We were talking about Beans," I claim at her, Zasha giving out a nod to approve of that.

"Oh nice," Portnova looked enthusiast at this, giving a glare between us. "You don't need to worry, it's a teacher friend of mine who's taking care of Beans so it will be okay, we'll have her back once we're back to London," She affirms, moving her hands on her lap as I & Zasha were looking at her. "Is the departure still for tomorrow?" She then drifts her eyes towards me.

"Yes," I nod, confirming this. "They'll give us a plane that will make a stop in Munich & then Brussels before arriving in London, the flight's tomorrow in the evening," I gave out in detail the plan of tomorrow, seeing on their face their relief of leaving that region for good...something that we all share now. "I need however to go on a small mission with Park tonight, an old bunker in the city, it should be fine," 

"Oh okay," Zasha says.

"Where is she? I didn't see her today," Portnova asks, turning her head around.

"Well...Uhm...she needs some time to think on her side...Uhm...I think that I should go and see, we didn't talk too much today," I expressed my concern while deciding to go up from the bed, looking to the tent entrance. "I'll leave you to talk...I need to check Park,"

"You'll come back later, Yirina?" Zasha demands in a worried voice.

"I will, Zasha, before we leave for the city," I respond, my eyes back on the two before giving out a small grin to them. "See you later...be positive," I advise with a small nod as I start to walk away from them out of the tent, seeing the two gettings closer while I was getting out before I was out of sight of them...leaving me to see Park.

I wasn't worried too much about Park as she was looking fine to me since our last operation but her moments of being alone were indeed getting more present over the past few days and she never told me why she was spending those moments alone in that spot I knew well along with her...I walked towards that spot by taking a small dirt path that was leading up to a cliffside overlooking the camp and walking through that path, at the beginning of the evening, a few hours before our mission was feeling a bit...weird for me in a good way.

Finally, after a short moment of thinking and walking on that path, I arrived at that spot and I found her...at the same spot she was always sitting on...sit on the ground, her back against a fallen tree, looking away at the horizon over the camp and the sea not far away from the site...she was looking to think in her head but something was telling me she was aware of my presence, soon confirmed by her left blue eye moving at me...a direct smile coming out as I was closing in towards her.

"You can sit down...I was waiting for you," She affirms, making a little tap at her left on the ground to make me sit.

"Thank you...love," I murmured, moving to the place she tapped to slowly sit, crossing my legs once I was on the ground and looking away at her same direction as her.... this view is indeed beautiful...a fresh air on my face skin... refreshing..."Refreshing, isn't it?"

"Yes, is it," Park says, soon feeling her arms wrapping themselves around myself my shoulders and then, her head on top of my right shoulder. "You know...I was thinking about us...how do you think we would have met if you...well...if no one of this happened?" She demands in a low & curious voice and this...I don't know what to answer here...

"I don't know...I don't see anything else..." I said, unable to give a proper response than that. "I don't even know if we would have met outside of anything that happened to me," I presume with a small shrug of my left shoulder while my right arm moved behind Park's back. "But I think that...we should focus on what the future will hold us now," 

"You sure?" Park whispers.

"Yes...why?" I ask.

"I...I still feel guilty about what happened, I know we...talked about this a lot but...I still have that pain," She declares with her voice that was still sounding guilty...and I needed to reassure her of one sure thing I knew.

"You don't deserve to be guilty...you were redeemed since the moment you forgive yourself...since we love each other," I admit again at her, proving my profound love of the woman whose arms are wrapped around me at the moment. "I believed in your redemption as the others did... the past is the past, things were done but it doesn't change the fact that I...love...you...you're the woman of my life and I need you," I breathed as I could see her right hand without her glove, one of its finger having the very ring of my mother around it..."You're a strong woman and I know that,"

"You too," She chuckled, feeling her hands in a better way around me as if she didn't want to lose me, something I could understand. "And...I believed in your redemption too...everything that happened from the moment you came back until now showed me that you're the person I needed the most," She tell me, and...honestly, to think about it...I think that she was truly right...for once, I could feel redeemed for good...the guilty of my past as a Perseus agent was removed..."I just need you to be there for me and...I need to be there for you," 

"I need you too," I says, moving my arms around her to affirm my words, closing my eyes for a few seconds before getting them back open, fully moved as we were both looking at the horizon. "I love you, Park,"

"I love you, Yiri," She affirms in her low voice before we look at each other, both eyes moved, and then, I softly pull her for a little kiss on the lips...feeling for the first time, real freedom...finally...a redemption...a kiss than soon ended by both us going back to look at the horizon...both of us thinking about the future, our friends, our opportunities and our redemptions we finally got...we finally got...

The Redemption of our spirits.

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Well…after more than 181 chapters…the story of Yirina Grigoriev…is done…

I can't really believe that I did so much for Yirina…and I can't really believe too that the story came to an end after so long…more than a year after this story was launched as a reboot of an old CW story I did…a year…more than 620000 words…181 chapters. Honestly, I didn't think at all that I was going to make a story this long and that's what I did…

It's getting me very emotional that the story of my OC Bell is arriving at its end. A page of my writing story is closing down and a new one is opening…I learned so much from writing this story, meeting a lot & lot of new friends coming from the community…this story is & will always stay inside of my heart as the longest but as the one I put all of my heart into it…

I did this story to give to you all, Yirina Grigoriev and her love story with Helen Park who was for me, the second main character of this fic and the most important one alongside Yirina. Park is the COD character I appreciate the most in the franchise now and it was obliged from me to make Yirina go with her…their story is maybe done for the moment but maybe for the next Black Ops, their story will continue…but the future will tell us what's happening…

So…I already said this but it's sad & emotional for me to arrive at the end of this fic…not believing again that I finished after a year of work…a year and a lot of chapters…I wasn't believing it when I arrived at the 100th chapter and now…it just made me all happy and sad to get this story concluded after 181 chapters…

Now, it's time for me to….shit…to close this long story once & for all and move on to write new fan fictions in the future…Yirina Grigoriev's story came to an end but she will surely come back in the future too. For the moment, I wish you all a big, big thank you for having follow her story from the cliff of Solovetsky until that moment with Park in Verdansk…you're all amazing and your support means a lot for me…you're all the best people I met in years and I hope that our story will continue for a long time…

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Cordially

GuiGZ1

#call of duty cold war #black ops cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cold war #cod cw #cod bocw #call of duty #cod #fem!bell #helen park #yirina grigoriev

[quirinah]

she dun on my geon till i meshi

#ダンジョン飯 #quirinahdraws #laios touden #kabru #mithrun #marcille donato #chilchuck tims #izutsumi #maizuru #inutade #labru #laishuro #nakamoto toshiro #sketchdump #digital #SORRY THESE R SO LQ I WAS ARTBLOCKED AS HELL LOL #*thinking really hard about manipulative girlfriend kabru from the omake* i think i hauve mana sickness #some1 on twit was like. labru takes advantage of fem laios’s unfulfilled desire for adventure…. i love toxic and doomed Yuri i mean what #THE BELL *hopping up and down* my embarrassing idea is that the BellTM is like. honorary laios accompaniment for the b plot #it starts ringing really aggressively and shuro is like. oh they’re fighting again huh. I DONT KNOWWWWWWW #I CANT DRAW ANY OF THE CHARACTERS WAAHHHH… erm… busting it down ooc style… #waiting for the mithrun au where he becomes a ramen cook slash pottery artisan. ermmm #dungeon meshi #ME WHEN I FORGET THE TAG (yuribrained)

[shrimpchipsss]

awful aggressive nerd flirting

#ty pio for the brony shirt idea and bell for the sailor moon shirt even tho you CANT SEE THEM F #awful femcel cumplane #cumplane #rule 63 #t4t #or cis whatever you want #genderswap #airplane shooting towards the sky #peerless cucumber #svsss #scum villain #shen qingqiu #fem!shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shang qinghua #fem!shang qinghua

[dragonroilz]

meet the female engineer! she's part of the conagher family, though not as involved in the kind of engineering that her uncle and great uncle were in. despite being a very gifted mechanic, she preferred more domestic endeavours like tuning cars and air conditioning units. however, the promise of wads of cash and possibly seeing her cousin Dell made her conagher DNA jump into high gear upon seeing the blueprints for the sentries for the first time.

the first question people often ask her is, "why the turtleneck?". the response from a less-than-human sounding voice often answers the question. thanks to an unfortunate "accident" she had her head lobbed from her shoulders and reattached. of course, such endeavors would be less than ideal for the normal person, but the engineer is known for her amazing inventions and with help from the medic she surgically reattached it. allegedly, not to her original body. at the very least, her back pain inexplicably went away after this incident. nervous system failure perhaps?

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 fem engineer #i was going to name her beatrice #but apparently thats classic pyro's name #so ig we'll go with belle instead #dell and belle #gold star for people who catch the reference in one of the drawings #my art

[ceriseswift]

i think we all know now that steve harrington’s love language is acts of service. so, when he accidentally stumbles upon your sephora wish list, he’s out half his paycheck by the time he’s done scrolling through the whole thing.

you’d been scrolling the site on your laptop just moments before, having gotten up to get some water. steve meanders himself over to your open laptop, eyes scanning the electronic items. you must have had at least 100 different pretty times saved to this list. he sees lip glosses, lip liners, lip oils (he still doesn’t quite understand the difference between the three), foundations, and various colorful palettes that overwhelm him. he knows enough about your makeup routine, having seen you perform it so many times for his adoring eyes. looking at your plentiful list, though, he doesn’t quite understand how highlight is different than blush, and what possible occasion could prompt wishing for hot pink eyeshadow. his heart hurts, though, to see how much his baby’s been wanting, knowing you don’t treat yourself nearly enough to these things. he simply thinks you should have everything you’ve ever wanted in the entire universe. the fact that he could’ve been buying you these things this whole time doesn’t sit right with him, not when he can spoil you as much as he wants. it makes his chest puff up when he sees you sitting pretty in a cute little outfit he bought you, or when your eyes sparkle after getting a manicure he treated you with. he’s proud to provide for his girl. he allows you the financial independence you need, and he knows you could buy these things for yourself if you wanted to. but it warms his heart to be able to take that load off of you, to shower you in nice things just because he loves you.

your now full water bottle announces your return, ice rattling against the stainless steel as you walk. he doesn’t look up, though. he feels you slither under his one arm, wrapping yourself around him like a koala. he holds you to him with one big hand, pressing kisses to your cheek, eyes never leaving the screen as he presses ‘add to cart’ on nearly every item.

‘what’re you doing over here, big guy?” you croon, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

big guy. that name, as well as your long nails (that he also paid for) scratching the hair at the nape of his neck, makes him shudder. he feels your breath tickle his skin as you huff out a sweet chuckle.

“you’re a brat,” he mutters, “y’know you’re gonna get everything you want from me, hm? ‘s that why you hid this list from me for so long? can’t handle it when i spoil you the way you deserve, huh baby?” he punctures his question with a wet, sloppy kiss.

“i can handle it,” your whisper fans gently across his face, a breathless, “thank you, thank you,” escapes your lips as you press a gentle kiss to his neck, your chin resting against his shoulder and your arms clinging to his neck like a lifeline. “too good to me,” you mutter under your breath. steve catches it, though. he always does.

“none of that,” he says between gentle kisses all over your face and neck, “i want to. let me.” he’s only satisfied when he feels you nod against him, squeezing him tighter, prompting a sweet “i love you” to tumble past his lips.

“i love you more,” he can hear the grateful tears in your voice.

“not possible,” he presses one last kiss to your lips before regretfully unwrapping you from him. “i need to go get my credit card,” one more kiss, “i’m buying everything on the list,” one more kiss before he jogs away, cheeks hurting from his wide smile.

#sugar daddy steve save me #sugar daddy steve #save me sugar daddy steve #stranger things #belle’s blurbs s.h. #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington concept #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you

[thebellearchives]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 🔞 minors dni

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after a late night talk with you Solomon discovers he’s not as alone as he thinks he is

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, fem!reader, pet names (sweetheart, darling, princess, reader calls him Sol), biting, slight bondage???, fingering, vaginal sex, a bit of hair pulling, creampie, fluff/comfort at the very end

‧₊˚ a / n : this is set on lesson 46-12, there are some context spoilers but i think it should be fine?? if i missed anything that i should add to the content warnings please let me know ~

The room was dark and the quiet night had been unexpectedly interrupted by heavy breathing, the rustling of clothing coming off in between the sheets, and the fulfilling sounds of mouths kissing in complicit lust. Solomon hovered over you, his arms supporting his weight at each side of your face. Your arms slithered from his naked chest to the back of his neck, fingers grasping his soft silvery white hair and eyes lingering over his inked pale skin. The way the complicated patterns of seemingly infinite pacts threaded with one another and decorated his body was mesmerizing, and when you breathed in through your mouth you could even taste a hint of his worn out cologne in the air. A slight uncertainty clouded your mind for a minute, not knowing if you were getting high off his scent or his touch.

“I thought i’d never get a chance like this” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you shiver and sigh “wherever you go they follow, they never left you alone, i had lost most hope…”

And even then, he was still right. As if the brothers would ever leave you alone, the twins were still sleeping in the room next door. Biting your lip, you hoped to be as quiet and you thought you were being. Not like you could’ve thought about it much longer though, because Solomon’s hot tongue stole a taste of your skin and you jolted, panting and tugging his hair, he groaned.

“I’m so glad you still found your way to me” you could barely speak when one of his hands slid down your exposed skin, feeling as much of you as he could and making his way to your core “I feel like i’ve waited forever for you to come try something.”

His lips came back looking for yours and you gladly welcomed him with a kiss the both of you longed for. His fingers slid across your folds and you hitched a breath, he smiled into the kiss in teasing mischief and you thought your heart might’ve skipped a beat at that. Solomon’s thumb started rubbing circles at your nub. You broke the kiss with a sharp breath, hands flying back to his shoulders in order to somehow stabilize yourself from your own body’s reactions.

“Sol…” His lips pressed against yours in hopes of swallowing any sound. When his lips parted ways with yours for a small moment a small moan scraped from between your teeth, arching your back in response to the circular motion of his thumb.

“Shh, be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want to wake up your body guards do you?” immediately after the words left his mouth, you felt one of his fingers slipping inside of you. You huffed through your nose in annoyance, how exactly did he expect you to keep quiet? “you’re so wet princess, i wonder why?”

Cocky bastard. You pulled him back onto your lips, but instead of kissing him you bit his lower lip.

“Shit, alright, sorry” he giggled. But he didn’t mean it, because it was easy for him to slip another finger while pumping them in and out, crooking his fingertips slightly.

“Fuck, Solomon” you whined, a pleasured groan scratched in your vocal chords in the way out. His other hand went in search of one of your breasts. The touch of his long slender fingers grasping on your skin as if he was clutching the very bedsheets underneath, teasing the areola and then rolling the hardened nipple playfully. Solomon’s ghostly grey eyes glistened with the faint moonlight coming through the window and stared at you in fascination, dilated pupils reveling in the expression on your face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” his husky and agitated voice sounded like music to your ears.

Your eyes started to get hazy, your thoughts were scattered around the fiery feeling of the friction of his fingers moving in and out of you, the rubbing of his thumb on your clit, his other hand massaging your breast. The bliss of his touch was building up more and more and your throat closed up in a desperate attempt of silence.

“Sol- I- I’m-” Your nails dug on his skin, you almost choked on your own saliva, shutting your eyes.

“Not yet darling” everything stopped at once, and you immediately fluttered your lashes open in search of him. You were about to protest, but when he shifted his position in between your legs you felt the tip of his member threatening at your entrance.

“You’re ready for me yet?”

“Yes” the reply came almost immediately “yes”

He grabbed his cock and gathered the arousal dripping out of you, making your thighs jerk and hug his hipbones. You let out yet another annoyed whine. He giggled at your reaction, and bent forwards to give you a tender kiss when he finally started sliding inside you at a tortuously slow pace.

“Fuck, you’re so needy” he tried to keep his cool, but the raspiness of his voice and the slight falter of his words was unmissable to you.

A hushed exhale hissed its way out through his teeth as your walls ultimately enveloped him completely. You pulled him down on top of you from his neck until his chest hit against yours. He gasped at the gesture, then gave you a moment to adjust. Wandering hands explored the path of the curves of your silhouette in desire, and he felt like getting drunk on the shaky breath your mouth poured in between his lips. His long slender fingers traveled across your arms towards your wrists to hold them above your head.

“You can move” you whispered.

His body glided on top of yours, slowly doing what you asked for, a fine layer of sweat on your bodies acting as glue. One of his arms slithered under the curve of your lower back to hold you close to him, and his right hand slid across your neck and into the roots of your hair. You tried to move your hands back to his silky locks, but soon discovered your wrists were bound together, and wouldn’t move where you wanted them to. He must’ve used magic.

“Such a pretty princess…” he managed to whisper while building up a rhythm “guarded by angels and demons… waiting for me, sitting pretty on the throne…”

Waiting, waiting and waiting, that was what your relationship with him was all about. Waiting for him to talk more to you, to let his eyes linger more on you, to make a move at all. Wishing for more time with him, wishing for the courage to confess the feelings that burned in your chest like wildfire whenever the sorcerer’s silver eyes laid over you ever so slightly. You rolled you eyes and let your head fall back as his hips thrusted rhythmically against yours, the angle brushing your clit just right and panting, gasping for air and hoping it would fan the flames that were starting to deliciously consume your body. He planted little kisses on your chin, trailing your jawline.

“I still managed to fool them all for you” his trusts became harder with his statements, he started whispering in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine “i fooled them all for you tonight”

Your eyes widened at the realization. Fooled them all. Getting rid of Lucifer’s power and influence by shrinking him with the perfect excuse, and knowing the little antic would keep Satan and Mammon entertained enough to leave you alone for a at least a while. Guiding you across Levi’s fictional world with only the twins for company, the two brothers he could easily get rid of by sorting them together in a room so he could share the remaining one with you. He’s a genius, you thought. He toyed with demons like he would with chess pieces. His tongue ran down to the crook of your neck, teeth caught your skin and you felt his sharp canines playfully looking forward to leave a mark on you, provoking a moan roll off your tongue.

“I don’t need demons or angels, i need you.” the confession left your mouth like a waterfall, and you knew you couldn’t stop it, because your mind started to get cloudy and all you could think about was the way he was driving you mad. The fact that it was him, your mentor for whom you’d harbored an intense love for such a long time “i’m just a human, and i was made for a human, you.”

“Say that again” he was the one who sounded needy then, and somehow you were so aware of everything, that you felt the throbbing of his veins stimulate you from the inside and hinting at how close he was of his own release, you felt the muscles of your belly tightening in foreshadow of yours too “say your mine, darling…”

You inhaled sharply from your nose when his fingers grasped your hair from its roots and pulled, he licked your lower lip and you gasped.

“I’m yours i’m yours im yours” you chante the words in a moan, like they were your own personal mantra, your walls clenched uncontrollably around him and as you felt the pinnacle of pleasure rush through your body. A warm liquid filled you up and for a moment you swore you could feel stars bolt through all of your veins and arteries. You opened your mouth to let it all out, but Solomon quickly quieted you down by kissing you and swallowing the sounds. You both were left a heavy breathing mess, he caressed your cheek.

“My lovely little apprentice…” he whispered agitatedly, the white long lashes that framed his eyes tickled your face. You melted in his embrace, cheeks flushed to the limit and basking in the afterglow.

“Sol…”

“Yes darling?”

“… my arms, please?”

The sorcerer suddenly pulled his face away from yours, eyes widened and a bashful flush lit his cheeks, granting him an adorable boyish charm that filled your chest with adoration. You giggled at such innocent reaction.

“Right, yes, sorry.”

His body stretched as his hands reached for yours to release you from the spell. It was a relief to finally be able to move your arms, and the first thing your instinct asked for was to run your fingers through his now damp hair.

“Are you okay?” his sudden concern almost made his pupils tremble when they searched for yours.

“I’m more than okay” you replied with a small chuckle, and he sighed, a little smile tugging from the corners of his mouth.

“Alright” Solomon pushed himself above you and pulled out from in between your legs with a grunt. The feeling of emptiness made your body feel cold, and the feeling of his seed leaking out of you made your frame shudder underneath his “we should get you clean shouldn’t we?”

“Wait!” your hands grabbed him by his shoulders in sudden urgency. He blinked twice, staring.

“Yes?”

Your heartbeat started racing once again, your trembling hands cupped his face. For a moment, hesitation forced you to bite your lip in a attempt to keep your pathetic words hidden from him. Specially when he was looking at you in expectation, and he was so ethereal that for a split second your mind almost convinced you that everything that had just happened was a dream, and you were scared that if he left you’d wake up. You licked your lips and sighed.

“Love does not evade you, Solomon.”

His breath got caught up on his throat out of nowhere.

“W-what?”

“You said that even on centuries on end, some things still manage to elude you. It’s not true. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. I’m here for you.”

His facial features then softened, a fond smile adorning his expression with tenderness. He didn’t say anything, instead his hand caressed your cheek and then leaned in to leave a soft sweet kiss on your lips.

#; belle after hours #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon x fem reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me smut #solomon x you #solomon x y/n #obey me swd

[netripper]

pretty crazy party last night

happy new year 2024!! <3

#oc: victory bell #johnny silverhand #silverv #cbp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #vantavp #fem v #female v #virtual photography

[harrywavycurly]

Idea for Eddie and southern!reader

“Babe can you go get the new weed eater out of the back of my truck?”

And it’s a baby goat

-CJ @cheesewritings

Hiii babes!! This made me laugh so hard because I once upon a time tried to fit a baby cow in my backseat, so I hope you enjoy this and I did it as texts because that’s just what popped in my head!💖

-find all things Eddie and his southern belle here✨

#southern texts #Eddie Munson x southern!reader #Eddie Munson x southern belle #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson series #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x wife!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #stranger things au #boyfriend!eddie munson

[redladydeath]

Alastor would treat a fem!Vox significantly better than her male counterpart and she’d be positively head-over-heals with him because of it

Fem!Alastor would eat normal Vox alive before he could even get a word in

#idk it’s 4am and i have A Mental Image #imo a fem!alastor would keep the distrust of men it’d just be mellowed out slightly #she has her guy friends but those relationships are hard-won #and men like main verse!vox set off every alarm bell possible in her head #meanwhile fem!vox would manifest a wedding dress through sheer force of will the second she laid eyes on main verse!alastor #redlady speaks #hazbin hotel #hazbin posting #vox #alastor #radiostatic #radiosilence #gender bend

[melon-cream-enmu]

Hhhh…hucow reader being a new cow belle at the farm, and Tengen, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma really take a liking to you! The girls love you, when you’re sent back to the stables every night they want to come with you, sleep with you for the night. Uzui wouldn’t be allowed, because bulls and belles are to remain separated, but he’s a mated ‘pair’ with the three girls, and they have their own separate abode.

Reader starts her heat much too early and it riles everyone up, all the animals of the farm in fact. The farm hands are scrambling to calm them, and in the commotion have neglected checking on the uzui’s barn, and when they finally do, the girls are visibly distressed. But their bull is missing….

Fearing the worst, the farmhands rush to your stables, where they’d evacuated everyone from earlier that morning. The girls follow, knowing exactly what’s up. They were so distressed because they wanted to see you! They wanted to get to love on you too but it was better for Tengen to sneak out alone. But they love what they see

Tengen, holding you up, full nelson and pounding into you roughly, so roughly his balls slap your plush mound. You, crying out and whimpering and letting out sweet ‘moo’s, tummy jostling from the force, thighs rippling, breasts bouncing. Every thrust forces out dribbles of cum, they can see you squirting from where they stare enthralled at the barn doors, alongside an absolutely stunned farm hand.

They promptly slide and slam the door shut, but the girls give them quite the angry look, so they open the door once more, shoving the three inside, before slamming it again and booking it back to the house. They warn everyone to stay away from the stables. House the cows elsewhere in the mean time.

The girls are so happy to see you taking Tengen so well! You’re perfect! And you respond so well to their pampering (and touching) when you’re too fucked out to go on. Suma is shy but antsy to give you a kiss, and when she plants a quick peck on your soft lips you give cute sleepy smile.

They help you move into their barn as soon as they can. They want to spend your heat together after all~

#cream slayer #cream filled #I love writing about cow belles #cream fem #cream afab #Tengen smut #uzui smut #hinatsuru x reader #makio x reader #suma x reader #gods I love he and the girls #they’re so #jahajwbaosjdowkoddkoekwododkc #Suma needs comfort and kisses and I cAN HELP WITH THAT #demon slayer smut

[guigz1-coldwar]

"Final confrontation": Chapter 180 for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out!

Chapter Summary: Yirina, after facing for the last time, the closest person to her, found herself facing the man that she went against for months, a meeting that will surely close a part of her life…

To read it on AO3, click here!

Words: +3200

Taglist: @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart, @chrystallenex

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I wasn't going to look back behind me as I was walking away from her...turning my head was surely going to make me change my mind over her and I couldn't bring myself to make it happen, things were made & she did things that I can't forget...she wasn't the Freya Helvig I knew and even, I don't even know if she was nice to me...I wasn't going to turn away and I continued to walk away from her, getting in the direction she pointed at me...it was surely the last time I'll see her and for me...it was better to think of something else than having her in my mind...closing my past and my thoughts of her...I was focused on the present & the future...I needed to get Stitch...

Walking in that direction was like...the moment I was waiting for since I put my feet back into Verdansk after bringing down Perseus. If someone had answers about my old life and if I can try to get my hands on that person, it had to be Stitch. I was trying to focus on my walk but my left arm was bleeding, still feeling as if the blade of the knife was still inside, and to avoid losing consciousness, I had to stop myself to walk and try to get this wound patched up. I looked over my gear, my right hand reaching a little pouch on my vest to open it and take a bandage...enough to cover the wound but nothing to remove the pain...

I knelt for a few moments to unwrap the bandage and then, get it around the wound, trying my best to make it look okay and once that I was done, instead of going back on my feet and resuming my walk, I stayed with my knee on the ground, having a moment to think and to keep calm about the wound...My M1911 was in front of me, on the ground, my initials visible on the left side near the grip...it's with this pistol it started...and it's with this one it will end...and after I finished, I took it back into my right hand and get up, resuming the walk to the West...towards the sunset.

The forest then ended when I arrived near a little plain separating this forest I was in from a line of trees and I could feel that I was getting closer, seeing a little dirt path going over that line of trees. I then walked over it, traversing that plain with the sunset over it before I got at the same level from the tree line...and it's at this moment I saw him...Stitch. He was alone...all alone, standing next to a stone...looking like a grave and Stitch was looking at it as I was starting to get to him but in the way, I decided to put my M1911 back into my holster, not need to use it because...I had an indescribable feeling...it wasn't the guns that were going to speak here and I didn't want to fight anymore today. 

"Stitch," I decided to speak up first, announcing myself to him as I stopped a few meters away to look at him.

"I knew it was you, Grigoriev," He said in a calm tone in his voice...very calm, he didn't seem angry at all. "Wraith must have fled with her followers...and that soon enough, he will come here," He added, keeping the same tone and raising his head by seeing his hood going up a little.

"Who?" I asked.

"You know it well," He assumed, making me go thinking quick...and one name came out of my thoughts...the only man that could hold a lot of hatred towards Stitch from over the years.

"Adler," I muttered.

"In a few minutes, he will come here with an ambition...he will leave empty," Stitch presumed, turning around to face me, having the same face as his voice ...very calm...not upset...it was weird to see him like that. "I don't have an escape plan, no snipers hidden somewhere, it's just me...and you,"

"Do you think I can believe you?" I demanded, not buying those facts. "I know you too well, Stitch, you're not that kind of person," 

"Then, you don't know me good enough," He countered me, shaking his head. "What I'm saying is the truth, the only truth," He acclaimed, sounding sure in his voice as, at any moment, I could retract myself and take my M1911...but two bullets in the only mag I have...not worth it. "Why would I start to lie during the last moments of my life?" He murmured in a low voice, talking to himself.

"The last moments? Are you saying that you will let Adler kill you? You're kidding?" I was a bit astonished by Stitch's words, after all, he has done...giving up like that...but then, my eyes went to move on the grave, no name on it...it was just a grave. "What's that?" I demanded, my eyes on that grave as I decided to go closer to it, making sure that Stitch doesn't try anything.

"It's his grave," Stitch replied to me, moving my right hand over the top of the grave and...I got a realization...'Stitch is with Perseus'...' Stitch is with Perseus'...Perseus...Perseus grave?...no, it can't be that...

"No," I whispered with a sad tone.

"His cancer took him a week ago, he didn't want anyone except a part of the Collective to know where he was going to rest," Stitch said behind me, eyes closed as I couldn't believe that the man I knew as Perseus...was below my feet, resting in peace...just below them. "He wasn't Perseus anymore but his real name is never known...even you didn't know his real name," 

"Perseus was never a single person...but an idea..." I reminded myself of that while having my eyes shut...this thing I seemed to have forgotten for a long time...more than just a person. "If he wasn't Perseus anymore, you are...right?" I supposed, opening my eyes which drifted towards him...a nod went to confirm my words. 

"When his cancer appeared, he chose me over Wraith to lead the Collective, seeing only chaos in her...I didn't want anything bad to happen to Verdansk," He explained, slightly turning his face away to get on the other side of the grave. "I swore to protect my people...our people from suffering from the wars that cost millions of lives...destroyed houses and all of this because of leaders that can't control right," He told me, his voice almost going for an angry tone but his calm behavior was the main thing to be heard in it. 

"And yet, you created a mortal gas, used this program of that Dragovich to turn some of my friends into your soldiers, and used a nuclear bomb to destroy a mountain and you're telling me it's for protecting the Russian people?" I protested at him, not believing his words to protect Russia...doing all of this isn't the right thing to do. "It's bullshit,"

"It's too late for apologies and even...I don't think I'll apologize for that," Stitch exclaimed with a breath, his eyes over the grave, his left hand on it. "My life took a tragic turn in Rebirth Island and it was too late to drift away to a normal life," He added, his other hand moving over his left one. "I lost...everything that was dear to me...did you face the pain of losing your loved one?" He asked and even no one died...I had to nod due to what I faced in my life. 

"I know that pain, Stitch but it won't..."

"My wife died in the gulag," Stitch interrupted me in my words, probably not having heard me but his own words make me stop as I could see him move his left sleeve to make me look at a tattoo...a shape of a woman. "She was the purest person of my life but someone decided to kill her during a riot...it made me into what I am," He said to me, looking at his tattoo before he put his sleeve back in place. "And in a few minutes, I don't even know if I will see her again...I led a life of fighting an enemy that made me into this man...I tried my best to redeem myself but my old me died when she died," He took a deep breath, passing his right hand under his hood like me, I was trying to process the whole thing.

"You didn't think that you could redeem yourself?" He shook his head. "And Sonya? Do you think they could?" He nodded to me.

"They didn't deserve that life & yet, I got them here...I knew that it was them who helped you escape 3 months ago, no need to prove the contrary," He revealed to me but I was staying cautious about his words, trying to know if it was the truth or lies.

"You're gonna make me think that you cared about me?" I supposed by hearing him. 

"No, I didn't care one second about you, I was never your friend, same for you but I let it happen because something told me...I forgot...I just let this happen,"  He affirmed, sounding true in his tone...at least, he was clear with me as I was with him. "You won't believe me in a part of what I said but we both know that Perseus will live on without me, someone else will lead this idea," He presumed, rolling his eyes towards the sunset between the trees near us. 

"I'll be sure that Perseus dies once & for all," I assumed but Stitch only shook his head at my words.

"You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain," He declared, his eyes drifting towards me, looking sure of something. "You claimed that you don't believe Perseus' ideas but one day...you will and you'll understand our choices," 

"No," I said with a normal voice.

"You'll see one day, maybe in years but you'll see, mark my words,"  He continued into putting this idea into my head before he started to look up in the sky, both of us hearing the sounds of a helicopter flying over us. "Here he is...coming to finish his mission, his vendetta," He suggested alongside me, thinking that Adler was coming here too as I was seeing the helicopter starting to land on the other side of the tree line. "You should leave now, this is between me & him," 

"Why?"

"You know well, don't ask," He told me, giving me a look behind his mask before he starts to turn around to face the grave in the same position before I came here. "Return to your loved ones and leave me to face my end...I don't need you to bargain for me, it won't work," He ordered, very sure in his tone about that, and for me, I couldn't leave him alone facing Adler sure of his fate but I wasn't in a position to do anything against his wish so...I found myself obliged to leave and I could only do that. "Grigoriev?"

"Yes?" I stopped myself after doing three steps away, not turning around to look at him.

"After all, maybe you didn't deserve all of this," Stitch declared in a deep voice, the same tone he used when I came here...he was right but how he was right?..."Goodbye, tell Sonya I'm sorry," He added with a sigh, me turning my head around to see him facing that grave again...

"Goodbye," I murmured in a low voice, closing my eyes for a few seconds and feeling a bit sad before I resign myself to slowly walking away from him, leaving him to his inevitable fate, unable to convince him of the contrary and even, he was right, nothing would have worked...

It's with a bit of that sadness that I left him...walking into my tracks to get back to the Duga Array base and join Park & the others...I didn't deserve all of this...he was right but how?...maybe I should have died in Solovetsky three years ago but something didn't want that to happen and now, I'm finding myself living a new chance at life...but it wasn't going to be easy. I needed to readapt myself to a normal life but when I face my demons, I know that it will take a long time before it happens...I need to focus on the present and try to bury my past...and a part of it was going to be buried as I want to hope...

When I got over the tree line, the same helicopter I saw earlier was landed and from that distance, I was able to see...Woods, Mason...& Hudson standing next to the helicopter and then, my eyes went on the man walking alone towards me...Adler himself....Stitch was right about him and me, seeing him after all this time since we got here...it gave me more disgust at him than to Stitch, knowing what happened here....I walked down that tree line and it was sure that Adler would talk as I passed next to him...

"Yirina," I got it right when the second I got behind him at his right that he called me out in a clear voice, prompting me to stop walking and close my eyes for a few seconds. "Thank you," He told me in a normal voice

"What?" I turned around to face him, saying this in a low voice. "Thank you what?" I asked him, almost angry in my voice.

"You got me to Stitch," He gestured towards the tree line but what was angering me the most in him was...he wasn't sounding to care about what he has done to everyone, to this city. "That bastard is gonna pay and tell me where's Perseus," He added.

"You don't care at all about anything," I muttered, my right hand getting close to my holster, ready to take out my M1911 off it... He was also armed with his pistol in hand. "You don't realize yourself the state of your actions, always for the greater good...bullshit," I argued, thinking of making him pay for his crimes and maybe give him a chance for Stitch to live but...it wasn't worth it and I was alone here..."Destroying a city to get one man,"

"It was the only way to stop..."

"They cared about those citizens more than you, you spilled blood over the streets, that's the only thing you did," I harshly interrupted him, shaking my head before I decide to take out my M1911 but not shoot him. "I'll give you something you gave me...three years ago," I told him, moving my left hand towards my gun to pull the mag out of it and then, remove one of the last two bullets I got. "You gave me a bullet in Solovetsly, I'm giving it back to you," I handed him this bullet at him, and without hesitation from him even a bit concerned, he got his hand opened for the bullet I put over it. "I'm done with you, you're nothing to me now and...if I see you again, this bullet...will end in your head," I warned him, pulling the mag back into the gun and then, back into its holster, seeing this gesture as a way to close my past over Adler but keeping my deep hatred for him.

"You...you can't do that," He said, a bit troubled towards me, turning away to leave him alone to do his business..."Yirina!" He started to call me out loudly to make me come back but I didn't turn around.

"Do what you have to do...and leave me alone," I ordered him in a clear voice, not stopping in my walk and I wasn't regretting my choice, not giving one sign of respect over his past actions and the man he is...he doesn't deserve any goodbye from me...Adler was no one for me anymore...but my hatred stays...

I couldn't bring myself to say one more word to that man as I was walking away from him and even if Woods, Mason & Hudson were here, I didn't want to chat with them and stay with them, just giving them a little wave & head gesture before walking past the helicopter to get back to the radar base and meet the others, the trio not trying anything to stop into my walk and I think they respected my choice to not say anything to them for the moment, leaving me to enter that forest again, walking over that same path I used before.

I didn't turn my head around to look behind me and I wasn't going to do that, not stopping to walk at a slow pace and...I stopped myself for a short moment to think again...I was thinking that...I was done...I know that the Perseus' threat was still here but now, the only thing I wanted was to try to live a life that I couldn't have before and forget part of my past and what got me here and it's inside that forest and after a few seconds I resumed my walk that a loud bang was heard away...coming from behind me...I knew what happened but I wasn't going to turn around anymore...it was done...finished...for the moment...

I continued to walk a little to get back to the base, passing through the same place I faced her minutes ago, no one was around, and then, I saw none other than Sonya themselves coming into my direction from the base, their face looking aware of what happened...

"Sonya..." I started.

"No need to, Grigoriev," They shook their head, not wanting to hear anything. "I don't want to hear anything about it, what's done is done," They said, having a look away at the direction I came from. "Your friend Lazar is safe but Dedov...he managed to flee..." They revealed to me...getting me sad that this happened...what Zasha wanted...was their brother back..."I'm sorry," They apologized.

"It's...okay," I tried to say, looking down at my feet. "You're leaving?"

"Your other friends saw me as Stitch's sibling and I won't hand over myself...Bellamy already fled before I could do too...you should get back to your friends, I don't need anyone," They explained to me, already shaking their heads again as if they were aware of what I was going to say and I have left again with no choices but to comply to their demand. "Grigoriev, thank you for everything," One of their hands moved in front for a shake, causing me to do the same and going for a small shake before we broke it down, both preparing to go on our way...

"Good luck, Sonya...maybe we'll meet again," I supposed.

"I doubt that but thank you,' They said with a grin on their face before they passed next to me, going to leave this place & this city forever and Sonya...was the only person I could look at walking away...thinking maybe that one day...we'll meet again...all the way...it was done...it was time for me to move on...

Time to move on...and go home...

#call of duty cold war #black ops cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cold war #cod cw #cod bocw #call of duty #cod #fem!bell #helen park #yirina grigoriev

[mockerycrow]

Hii here's my request if you'd like to write it; Adler x femreader w/ "I had a nightmare...can I stay with you tonight?" Thankss <3

DREAM OR REALITY? (Adler x Fem!Bell!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

authors note: i couldn’t resist.

[WARNINGS: Black Ops Cold War Spoilers, very slight Mentions of Torture, nightmares, minor paranoia, toxic little hurt/comfort.]

YOU WAKE UP in a cold sweat, your heart pounding against your rib cage and with a voice in the back of your mind. You’re trembling as you can’t make any sense of what the voice is saying, and soon the sound of your blood rushing in your ears overtakes the incoherent voice.

You rub your eyes to ground yourself before you glance around, noting you’re still in the warehouse. You look at your watch, groaning quietly as you realize it’s quite early in the morning. Your chest feels quite heavy, and you have an odd craving for a cigarette when you don’t remember ever picking the habit up.

It’s one of those nights; you can tell you aren’t going to be able to go back to sleep anytime soon. Adler and the others wanted you to stay in the warehouse just in case you were able to decrypt any more information; you had no problem with that, as mostly everyone else also slept in the warehouse, although in different areas. Unfortunately though, your makeshift sleeping cot is not too comfortable, so you have an ache in your neck along with stirring anxiety from your nightmare. 

You push the cheap blanket off of yourself and you adjust your sleeves before swinging your legs over the side of the cot. You slip your boots on and lace them up, letting out a heavy sigh as you do so. A nervous energy remains under your skin, like you’re being watched. You know you aren’t—or do you?— but you shudder nonetheless. You grab your leather jacket, sliding it on before you exit the room you’ve been sleeping in for the past couple of days. The common area is clear except for Helen by the radios with her headphones, trying to make out Russian messages.

You rub your sternum before exiting the warehouse right in front of the garage door, the cool nighttime air filling your lungs. Goosebumps rise underneath your jacket for a moment from the fresh sensation, and you’re so caught up in your own mind you don’t even notice the man standing a few feet away. “What’re you doin’ up?” You jolt at the sound of someone’s voice and you look over, locking eyes with Adler. Lacking his usual sunglasses, his eyebrows are more visible and furrowed. A half smoked cigarette is between his fingers like usual, and he takes a drag from it.

You let out a breath and you shrug, stuffing your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, shifting your weight as you glance away. “Couldn’t sleep.” You utter. You technically aren’t lying, though you didn’t even attempt to go back to sleep. Adler doesn’t respond as he tucks a hand under his other arm as he takes another drag off of his cigarette, shifting slightly closer to you. Your eyes train on some bugs flying around under the big light overhead for a moment, the silence being filled with crickets. 

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” Adler hums, his eyes never leaving your form. He notes the way you’re reluctant to share anything, your conflicted and far away gaze; he’s already thinking you’ve had a nightmare. “What was it about?”

Your gaze moves from the bugs to him—his stare feels like he sees all of you, your bare soul; your skin and bones and every sin you’ve ever committed. Adler’s gaze has always felt like that and you’ve never known what to make of it. He’s so.. vague yet so on the dot every time he talks to you, so friendly yet so cruel. You aren’t sure if you should say anything. “Bell.” You feel a nudge against your arm and you blink for a moment before looking back at Adler, your hearing returning—you aren’t sure when it left.

“I just.. I had a nightmare.” You admit with a weak laugh, looking away nervously as your hands fidget in the back pockets of your jeans. Your weight shifts as silence fills the air between you two and you kind of want to reach over to strangle him a bit—you know he’s waiting for you to elaborate. “I couldn’t make any sense of it, honestly. It was a weird horrid mixture of Vietnam and.. this room. Televisions.. hm. I don’t know.” You mumble, trailing off before you look back at him. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

There’s an unreadable look in Adler’s eyes as he drops his cigarette, stepping on it and squashing it to put it out. It takes him a moment before he nods. “Sure, Bell. You can stay with me. We can go over some files, yeah? Take your mind off of it, since we have a job to do.”

A weird sense of calm washes over you from his words and you nod, letting out a relieved breath. “Yeah, we can do that.”

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[monsterbeetlebug]

Never steal from Micah Bell

Fem reader

Tw: mentions of guns, violence, fire, blood, sexual tension.

Tilly came running into camp. She was full of panic. Eyes vide and out of breath. She started screaming that you had been kidnapped by a gang. They had been after all of you for some time. They managed to get their hands on you wanting to get info on where the Van der Linde gang was residing. Everyone dropped their stuff and came running to Tilly. Asking of everything she knew. Miss Grimshaw took her away to clean her up as the fellers started talking. Dutch, Hosea and Arthur was scrambling about to gather their stuff. They quickly turned around when they heard the sound of hoves racing away. They all stood frozen looking confused between each other as Micah raced away. He had never shown any interest or care to save anyone but himself. Micah rodes as fast as he could. Rage was fueling him. The reflection of the sunset was like flames in his eyes. There was no mercy to be shown. Nobody who steals from Micah Bell had a life ahead of them. His laugh erupted. He felt like he would go insane if anything happened to you. "Ain't no one stealin from me who gets to stay alive."

You were locked in a small shed. Left in the dark small room. They had roughed you up a bit trying to get you to speak. Your head hanging down as you focused on sounds outside. You had shot up as you heard an all too familiar laugh and yelling. Micah! The cold bastard actually cared enough about you to come and save you. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground! Time to meet with your maker boys!" His maniacal laughter came through as you heard glass breaking and shots fired. You could see the slight glow of fire from outside. There was screaming and gunshots all around.

Then suddenly, it fell silent. No talking. No footsteps. Only the crackling of fire growing. You feared the worst. Then, the door of the shed swung open. Your eyes widened, and relief filled you. There before you stood Micah. The glow and sparks from the fire wild behind him. The dark silhouette was disturbingly impressive. His eyes felt cold and dark. Blood was splattered across him. Luckily, it wasn't his own. You jolted up and ran towards him. You hugged yourself around his neck. He hugged back and patted you back. "You came for me, you cold bastard, you actually came." Micah let out a soft chuckle as you pulled apart. He looked at you with eyes that told more than his words. "Couldn't let them get away with stealing the only thing I care more for than my guns." You felt a tingling sensation go through you at his words. You hugged him tighter with your head under his chin. Smiling to yourself hearing those words. That evil asshole actually has some feelings beneath is vile exterior. Something he would never show to anyone else, especially not back at camp. He couldn't let them know he actually had a heart. He would never hear the end of it if they found out he was a human after all.

Micah grinned to himself feeling how close you held onto him. He held you just as thight back. Feeling relaxed knowing you where safe with him again. He slowly slid his hand down your back to place it on your butt. Softly squeezing. You felt a cribling inside. A warm feeling that was building. He placed a kiss on your head before he moved to kiss at your neck. He let out a hum of appreciation. Your breath got heavy as you closed your eyes. You could feel him grow harder against your stomach. He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. A soft smirk visibleas he spoke. "C'mon, let's get you out of here, we'll finish this later doll."

He gave you a pat on your butt as he helped you up on his horse. Then suddenly you heard a stampede of hoves arriving. It was all the fellers from camp. Arriving just as you were about to leave this place. They saw you sat on top of Baylock like a trophy. All safe and content. Your cheeks stilled flushed red from Micah's actions. They looked at the burning camp behind you. Half the place was burned already, and things had begun falling down. Arthur looked angry at Micah. "What tha hell, Micah?! Was it really necessary to burn the place?" Micah led his horse towards them with a prideful saunter. His sleazy grin taking it's usual form. He leaned a bit back and put his hands out to his sides, exaggerating his words. "You're late to the show boys. Everything's dealt with, and I've saved our dear damsel in distress. But I didn't take you for a slow guy in a rescue Cowpoke, or should I say slowpoke instead?" Micah mocked Arthur as he passed by everyone. You couldn't help but find it funny. You tried your best to hide it so Arthur wouldn't get more upset than he already was.

Micah eventually hopped up behind you. Making sure you were sat close to him. You could feel his still hard member pressed up against your back. Making sure you could feel how much he craved you. As Baylock started trotting away and back home, he put a secure hand on your thigh. Stroking at your inner thigh. It made your warm tingle feel like a flame stared inside. Melting you closer to him. He needed to feel you to know you where there. That you where safe within his hand. He had a grin on his lips. With a rough but loving voice he spoke. "Let's get you home and taken care of princess."

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[amoraffairs]

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary: remus is unsure of whether to call you, but with encouragement from james ,sirius & mostly belle, he decides to call you.

notes: i wrote this supper fast & it’s super short. it’s basically setting up y/n & remus’s relationship. I love writing for them more than i thought I would.

part one

“Cmon Daddy, We’re late” Belle says tugging Remus hand. “We wouldn’t of been if you didn’t run of” He jokes. Belle just simply continues to pull him forward.

The father daughter duo make their way in the Potter. Belle shouting a Happy Birthday & then a demand for cake.

“Well we were waiting for you missy” Sirius says resulting in Belle sticking her young at him. Sirius shrugs innocently as he ignores Remus’ glare. Remus knowing she learned that from Sirius.

“I’m sorry Unca Siri, for being late.” Belle says repeating the words she practiced in the car with Remus.

“My favorite niece can be as late as she want.” James says picking her up & spinning her around. Belle letting out childish giggles.

“Well your favorite niece, got lost in the store today.”Belle let’s out a gasp, that he told on her.

“It’s cause I saw Unca Jamie in the store, we’ll not Unca Jamie. I thought it was you. She had the same hat as you & wore your glasses.” Belle defends.

“She’s my best friend now. She’s really pretty. Daddy thinks so too.”

“Ohh he does” James says rising her eyebrows at Remus. All stares were on him. Remus rolls his eyes at his friends actions.

“Yeah, & she gave me her number so we can hangout. Daddy is holding it for me.” Instantly his revived knowing looks from both Sirius & James.

“So when is Dad going he going to call him.” James asks Belle. “Right now!” She shouts excitedly.

“Belle, Im starting to think you like her more than me.” Sirius says in mock offensive.

“Ye—“ Belle starts to say but James covers her mouth. “She says I’m a real princess unlike you Unca Siri” Belle says her arms crossing over each other in annoyance.

“I said it one time & I was joking.” Sirius defends.

“Ok, you two. You need to separate before it gets ugly. Hey Belle, you want to help Lily get the cake.” James says & Belle runs to this kitchen excited for cake.

“So Moony you going to call her.” James asks a teasing tone in his voice. “Don’t start.”Remus says.

“Cmon Moony, what’s there to think about. You haven’t gone on a date since ‘she who must not be named’ left.” Sirius tells him, his words carefully.

Remus winces, physical winces. The subject of Belle’s mother was still tough for him. She left when Belle was one, only leaving a note.

“I don’t know.”Remus shrugs. “What’s the harm in just calling her. Let Belle have her play date & get to know her.” James compromises.

“Maybe..” Remus starts by is interrupted by the sound of happy birthday, as cake came.

You sit in your small bedroom apartment. The sound of your phone ringing draws you out of the book you were reading.

“Hi is this Y/N. I’m Remus from the store with my daughter—“ You hear Remus start to say but not before another voice interrupting him.

“Is that Y/N. Let me talk to her. Please. Can I talk to her please.” You recognize the voice as Belle & you smile at the thought she really wants to talk to you.

“Hold on bug.” You hear Remus tell her. “Hi, Remus” You finally tell him.

“Belle was wondering if you’d want to hang out with her-“ “tomorrow” “Bug tomorrow too short notice, how about in a week—“

“I could do tomorrow” You say hoping to stop an argument. You hear a cheer from the phone. Belle’s voice.

“Great. Belle want to show you her castle, she made. Is one at our house ok.” Remus tells you.

“It’s perfect” “I’ll send you the directions” You hang up, with a smile on your face.

You know on the door of the Lupin house.

“It’s Y/N. I’ll get it.” “Belle don’t open the door without knowing who it is” You hear the father duo from inside the house.

“Y/N is it you” Belle shouts on the other side of the door. Once you say yes, the door opens.

The door opens to reveal Belle. She’s in another yellow dress. This time a replica of the cartoon princess Belle.

She runs up to hug you & you lift her up so you are carrying her. “How are you, princess.”

Remus runs up to the door in an attempt to stop belle from opening the door, only to be too late.

“I asked who it was this time,Daddy” Belle says in attempt to defend my self.

Remus eyes meet yours. “Hi Y/N” You give me a smile in return.

“Come look at my castle. Daddy made it for me because I passed my test.” Belle tells you jumping down from your hold & running into the house. In an attempt to get her Castle ready.

Remus invites you in the home, & you wait in the Lupin living room. Given strict instructions from the five year old not to look yet.

“I never properly thanked you for finding Belle. I couldn’t imagine if you weren’t there.” Full sincerity in his voice.

“Technically she found me.” You both let out a laugh.

“You read?” You ask pointing to the bookshelf stuffed with books.

“Yeah, but as much as would like to recently.” You let out a knowing nod. “I’ve been halfway through the Bell Jar for weeks.”

“If you ever need a new book, you can borrow any of mine.” Remus shyly says.

“I might take you up on that offer, you practically have a whole library.” Remus lets out a genuine laugh. Remus goes to say something before Belle’s voice interrupts him.

“Come look at my Castle Y/N. You can come live it it too.” Belle says appearing next to you, dragging you toward her room.

Remus smiles at your retreating figure. Maybe Sirius & James were right.

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