#his harsh way of saying that he cares xD

[miniwheat77]

By Nature, She’s Naughty. (141 x Reader.)

THIS IS THE GANGBANG VERSION TO "LUST". I ADDED A TINY BIT MORE BACKSTORY BECAUSE I WANTED TO XD

You can find the original mutual masturbation story here

!CW! NSFW, smut, gang bang, rough sex, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, 141 being great at aftercare, (lemme know if I missed any)

(Summary): 141 finds out how wild Y/N was in her youth.

I’m referring to Captain Price as John and Soap as Johnny just in case there’s any confusion.

The hot cup of coffee to your lips settles the boiling anger flowing through you. An annoyed sigh leaves your lips and you hear a laugh behind you. "Something funny John?" You spin around and send him a glare. "No, not at all sweetheart." He raises his hands in surrender. "Thought so." You roll your eyes. Everyone slowly begins to file into the meeting room. Sitting around the massive Oak table for their next assignment. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" Gaz asks. "On the next assignment with you guys." You smile. "Tread carefully boys, she's grouchy when she's woken up too early." You raise the cup of coffee. "This right here will save you all from your impending doom." You joke.

"For someone so young you think you'd be able to run on much less sleep." Soap laughs. "Yeah, I partied all of the youngness out of me. Believe it or not." You laugh. Soap tilts his head. "Partier huh? You'll have to tell us about it sometime." He winks. You roll your eyes. "Yeah right, I barely remember any of it. Cocaine is a hell of a drug." You kick your feet up on the table, only for Captain Price to immediately shove them off. "Wait, really?"

"For legal reasons I'm not answering that." You smirk. John rolls his eyes. "I've heard the stories from Laswell. She's done some pretty crazy shit." You smile at him. He had no issues selling you out. "I know Laswell did some pretty crazy stuff too so she better be careful telling you my business." You laugh. "You too Captain, she's told me about all kinds of things." You send him a wink, making him shake his head in retaliation. "Anyways." He clears his throat. "Onto this next mission." He starts.

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The wind blew harshly against your clothes. The mask you wore helped shield your skin from the harsh sand beating against you. "This sucks." You roll your eyes. "Not too bad actually. Better sand than bullets." Gaz shrugs. "Yeah, if you're a pussy." You wink. He rolls his eyes. "Takes one to know one." He nudges you. "Pay attention." Your Captain snaps. "Yes sir." You salute him sarcastically but he can't see it. You really shouldn't be giving him this much attitude but you are. "I'm beginning to think we're lost Captain." Soap says. "Yeah, me too." He rolls his eyes. "Seems like Laswell sent us on a death run. You do something to piss her off Captain?" You joke. "Hope not. If I did, none of us are leaving here." He laughs. "So all of those people back there, what do you think they were?" Gaz asks. "Not sure, I just hope there isn't any more of them." He continues. "Don't think so. Looked more like a wannabe group of Al Qatala. Not many weapons, not very guarded buildings." You shrug. "True."

Finally, after a few hours of walking, you find yourself walking upon an old abandoned house. The inside was caved in a little bit, only two rooms were still intact, the living area and the kitchen. Sand had flooded the inside and you were each left crammed into one room. Captain Price was in the living area on the radio with Laswell, and the rest were crowding the kitchen, looking to see what they could find. When his conversation was over, he makes his way into the kitchen. "Laswell sent us in the wrong direction by accident. Thinks it was intentional because Al Qatala is leading us the wrong direction because they're doing something they're not supposed to be doing." Everyone nods. "Exfil can't get to us until morning so settle in."

Those were your Captain’s instruction, so everyone did. You took up one small corner of the living area. There was an old couch, and everyone had set up around you, almost in a circle. All you had was a sleeping bag and an emergency blanket for comfort so you laid them both out. It was still too warm so you were sitting on top of it. You tried getting comfortable but it was a little hard. Everyone had a couple emergency MRE’s and first aid kits. You tended to your wounds, patched up, and ate one of the MRE’s.

“I don’t have sweats or extra clothes in my bag so you’ll all just have to be okay with me sleeping in my boxers.” Soap calls out.

“That’s fine, no one cares.” You reply. “Use a buddy system if you have to go outside for any reason.” Your captain calls. He’s laying on his own sleeping bag a couple feet from you. Soap starts removing his clothes, tucking them near his bag and laying down. The room fills with an awkward silence and everyone shifts uncomfortably. It was clear no one would be getting much rest tonight. A deep sigh brings everyone out of their own thoughts. “Maybe we should do something. Like.. play a game.” Soap says. “What, like one of those ridiculous games we played in grade school?” You laugh. “You got any better ideas?” Soap rolls his eyes. “Not really. I’m in.” You shrug.

“Truth or dare?”

“Can’t really do many dares, Soap.” You laugh. He smiles. “Alright alright, truth or truth?” You laugh, sitting up in your sleeping bag. Everyone follows suit. “I think I seen some old bottles of vodka in the kitchen. Maybe we can do a drinking game like never have I ever.” Gaz suggests. You nod your head, standing up. “Captain could probably pick out good liquor. He’d be able to tell which is good to drink and what’s bad.” You smile. “Damn right little lady.” John pushes past you, you follow him into the dingy kitchen and he opens up a couple cupboards, finding 2 unopened bottles of liquor. Gin and Vodka. “Alright. We’ll just pass around the bottle.” You nod your head. “Before we start I’m ditching my clothes too.” You complain. They were dirty and had blood all over them. “Yeah me too.” Gaz complains. Pretty soon everyone is just sitting in their undergarments. Most of you were pretty beat up. Bandages and cuts and bruises all over.

Each of you form a circle and John picks up a bottle.

“Alright so.. if you don’t already know, never have I ever works like this. Someone asks a question, and if you’ve done it, you drink, if you haven’t, you don’t.” You explain. Everyone nods.

“Alright, I’ll go first. A warm up question.” Gaz sits up. “Never have I ever… been stuck in a dingy house in the middle of a desert.”

Each of you pass around the bottles of liquor.

“Bloody hell that is shite.” Captain Price flinches. He lowers the bottle of gin from his lips and shivers. “Steamin Jesus that is horrible.” Soap laughs, passing the bottle of vodka to you. You take it, tipping it back. Flinching as you set it down. The burn coursing through you. “Alright. Soap, your turn.” Soap laughs. “Alright uh..” he pauses, thinking to himself. “Never have I ever gotten into a fight.”

Everyone passes around the bottles again.

This goes on for a few more times and everyone is starting to feel buzzed, loosening up. “Okay, Y/N.”

“Never have I ever had a dirty dream about someone in this room.” You smile. “Ooooh. That’s a good one.” Gaz laughs. Your captain, Soap, and Ghost each take a drink.

The game goes on like this until most of the liquor is gone. Everyone had been targeting you, trying to figure out what exactly you had done as a teenager. They dug deep to figure out just how wild you'd been in your youth.

Eventually everyone settles into their own little worlds. Playing on their phones, reading. Or just relaxing. The same tension is still thick in the room, everyone can read it. “Alright. I hate this. Let’s try something else.” Your Captain says, sitting up. “What do you mean?” Gaz laughs, taking a breath. “I was thinking we find another way to relieve some tension.”

“What, a gang bang?” Gaz jokes. “Hate to break it to you cap, but I don’t think poor Y/N could handle that.” Your mouth props open and your cheeks burn. “I like your taste Garrick, but that’s not what I meant. I mean.. similar. But.. less hands on.” Ghost pulls off his mask, this wasn’t the first time you’d each seen his face. “Are you suggesting we.. touch ourselves?” Soap asks. John nods his head. Everyone steals glances at each other. "What makes you think I wouldn't be able to handle it, Kyle?" You smirk at Gaz, his eyes widening. "I just assumed. You talk a big game but don't have the will to back it up." He shrugs. You pick up the bottle of Vodka, tipping what's left in the bottle back. Swallowing it all down and setting it back down. You wipe your lips off and send him another evil smile. "Try me Garrick." You cross your arms. "You know what. I think we should. Fuck the attitude right out of her." Ghost smirks. One of the only things he's said all day. "Yeah, she has been giving everyone attitude all day." Soap glances at you. Right now is where you began to get nervous. It was four against one right now. You were for sure losing no matter what. The thought of all four of them using you to pleasure themselves makes butterflies swarm in your stomach. "Earth to Y/N." your Captain waves in your face. "Y-yeah, sorry. What?"

"You want to do it or not?" He smiles. "Uh.. yeah. Yeah I do."

"It's going to be a lot." He smiles. "I know."

"Before we start, I want to make a safe word." You nod your head at his suggestion. "Okay. How about 'Stop'?" Gaz suggests. "Sounds good. You know how a safe word works, right sugar?" He asks. You nod your head. "Alright. Let's get started." His hands wrapping around your thighs and tugging you toward him, laying on your back on the ground as he eagerly pulls your panties down your legs. Revealing your most delicate parts to everyone in the room. On show for them and fuel for whatever filthy fantasies are going through each of their heads right now. Your bra is next, Ghost unclasping it almost too quickly, incriminating himself just a little bit with the move. Your Captain decides to take it easier on you in the start. Helping stretch you out and prep you. He spits on his fingers, opening you up. A moan leaves your lips and you prop yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. You notice Kyle is now fully naked, moving to your left. He pushes your chest down so that you're laying on your back. "Relax." He smiles. Simon joins your other side, Johnny at your head. "You're gonna be a good girl for us right?" Johnny smirks. You nod your head, having no real response to that. This was happening, really happening. "Nothing smart to say?" John says. You smile, but say nothing. You think about saying something sarcastic but choose not to, considering it looked like he was going first. Your smile fades when you feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, disappearing between your folds. Your eyes shut tightly, a moan leaving your lips. "Shit, stretching her a lot Cap." Kyle laughs. "Yeah, probably should've stretched her a little more huh." He laughs. "Oh fuck!" A whine leaving your lips as you clutch at Johnny and Kyle’s thighs. Kyle laughs. Hand moving up the shaft of his cock, slicking it up with his spit. Johnny's fingertips glide over your cheeks and you tilt your head back to look up at him. "Fuck.. Look so pretty looking up at me like that sweetheart." He smiles. He moves his hips forward, cock nudging at your mouth and nose. You waste no time, taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip. "Oh fuck!" he gasps, hips jerking back.

He relaxes a second, only just now realizing how long it'd been since he had done this. You reach upward, wrapping your hands around his thighs and forcing him to stay still as you took him down further. By now, John was fucking into you. He wasn't going too fast, giving you even more time to adjust to his size. Once you're sure Johnny will stay still, you reach your hands out. You can hear the squelch of Simon and Kyle jerking off, so you stop them, taking them into your hands. "Shit, maybe I was wrong." Kyle laughs. “Maybe you can take it.” He groans. Thrusting his hips into your hand. You moan around Johnny, John sliding right into your spongy spot, he’s got a death grip on your thighs and your hips buck. “Fuck.. like when you moan around my cock like that sweetheart.” Johnny glides his hand over your throat. He takes hold of you, holding you still so that he can thrust into your mouth, trying not to be too rough. John moans out, feeling you tighten around him. “Fuck.. so fucking tight.” He moans. He relaxes himself. He’s worked up, approaching his orgasm too fast for his liking. He slows his thrusts, pinning your hips to the ground and taking slow deep thrusts into you. “She’s fucking tight-“ he groans. “So fucking good.” He tilts his head down, watching his cock disappear inside of you. “Doing so good for us Princess. So much better than I thought you would.” Kyle laughs, fingertips gliding over your chest at an attempt to soothe you. Your heart was pounding and your skin was bright red and warm. Already so worked up. He lets out a deep chuckle. A taunt. “She’s good at this too.” Johnny groans out, tilting his head back too look at the ceiling. Having to force himself to think about something other than your lips around him. “Got a lot of experience hm? Little slut.” Johnny swats your breast, earning a moan from you. You squirm when he squeezes it, fingertip gliding over your nipple. John felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm. Working through it. “Fuck- fuck.” He gasps. He groans. You’re wet around him, soaking the base of his cock. He admires it.

Johnny slides out of your mouth for just a second, and you gasp in a breath of air, followed by a “I’m gonna cum!” Before Johnny holds you still. “Fuck- me too.” John groans. “Me too.” Johnny’s eyes roll back. Kyle chuckles. “Gonna make them both cum sweetheart. Such a filthy fucking girl. Fucking your Captain and sucking your Sergeant off too.” Kyle leans down, attaching his lips to your nipple, lowering a hand to rub at your clit. He’s running quick circles over it, and you cry out around Johnny’s cock, nearly choking when he ruts his hips into you, pushing himself as far into your throat as you could take and cumming deep inside your throat. John pulls out of you quickly, earning a mewl from you at the loss of your orgasm. Pumping his cock quickly until he coats his hand and your stomach in a layer of his cum. When he cums, it’s sexy. He doesn’t try to hide how good he’s feeling, panting, groaning. When all of their hands are off of you, and Johnny has slid out of your mouth, you’re panting hard. Eyes are watering and your skin is beat red. “How are you doing sweetheart? Can you take it?” Your Captain smirks. Your nod your head lazily and he laughs at this. So pathetic and used already and they’d only just begun. Kyle swaps spots with John, and Simon trades with Johnny. Giving himself a minute before he fucks you. You jerk his cock lazily, same with John. They were both sensitive as they’d just climaxed. Taking this as a moment to relax. “See if I can’t make you cum hm? I know how bad you want it.” Kyle smiles. You lay back, hair damp with sweat as you look up at Simon, forcing your eyes not to widen at his massive size. A deep chuckle leaves his lips, causing chills to raise on your skin. “S’alright, no need to be nervous.” His deep voice puts you in a trance and you look up at him. “Such a pretty girl hm? If you can’t take it all, that’s alright. Just as long as you try f’me.” He smiles. You take a deep breath, adjusting the way you’re laying for a second, opening your legs up for Kyle. He bites his lip at this. Still ready for more.

He wonders if you’ll still be by the end of this.

Kyle’s tip pokes at your entrance and he’s a little more rough than your Captain, starting in fast. The sound of his hips slapping into yours echoes throughout the room, cries leaving your lips at the intensity until Simon leans forward. You swallow down the moans, opening your mouth for him. You’re ready for it, and his thick cock glides into your mouth. You release John and Johnny, forming a death grip on the sleeping bag beneath you. You suck hard at Simons cock as he fucks your throat, breasts bouncing with every hard thrust Kyle takes. “Want this pussy cumming on my cock.” Kyle growls. He’s holding both of your thighs tightly, hips hammering into yours. John rubs gentle circles on your clit, Johnny leaning forward to suck at one of your nipples, fingers gliding over the other. You’re crying out around Simon and he’s struggling to keep himself together. You’re sucking hard and the vibrations from your moans feel so good. He lowers one of his hands, fingers rolling his balls around, stimulating himself even more. Kyle’s teeth are gritted, John was right. You’re wrapped tightly around him, your body naturally milking his cock. You were made for this. Made for pleasuring them. You’re swallowing down gags, you don’t want them to notice your weakness, not even for a second. Simon grits his own teeth, clutching your hands over the sleeping bag. He’s mumbling to you. The others can’t hear it too well, but you can. Strings of moans and curses are leaving his lips. “Such a good girl.. like sucking my big cock, don’t you?” He chuckles when you moan around him. Knowing you can’t answer his questions. He’s stretching at your lips. A sting that you find yourself loving. “Mmm… doing so good. Getting me so close.” Simon releases your hands, you return them to pump at the others’ cocks. Earning groans from both of them. So sensitive, yet still ready for more. He’s more rough than he intends to be, holding you still by your hair and fucking himself into your throat. Watching you turn a deep shade of crimson, choking on his cock. “Oh fuck- just a- just a second longer sweet girl. Take my cock. Take it- Agh!” Simons hips buck, cumming down your throat just as Johnny had earlier. “Jesus LT-“ Johnny laughs. You take in a deep breath when he pulls away, the color fading from your face from having your air cut off. You’re panting, the black dots that had clouded your vision are slowly starting to disappear, the numbness in your body felt amazing, the buzzing in your head blocked everything out. The only thing you seemed to be able to feel was Kyle’s hips slamming into yours.

You’re moaning out, cries and whimpers leaving your lips each time he hammers into your cervix. You prop yourself up, eyes burning into Kyle’s as he fucks into you. He bites his lip hard, hips not stopping for even a second. You reach your hand down, rubbing at your clit, maybe a little harder than you intend. “Fuck.. think she’s about to cum.” John laughs. “She likes that, look at her.” Your hips buck up, eyes rolling back as your body lurches forward. Kyle tilts his head back, “fuck I’m gonna cum.” Kyle’s thrusts slow, and he’s taking hard thrusts into you, riding out your orgasm. When you fingers drop from your clit to clutch the sleeping bag, John replaces them. Earning a few cries from you at the overstimulation. “Oh- fuck!” Kyle gasps out. He slides out of you too, coating your stomach in his cum just like his Captain had. It was time for the next rotation. You were worn out, eyes heavy. Body numb and throbbing. Beads of sweat coated your body and your heart thumped through you. The room buzzed and felt way hotter than earlier. “Need another drink before I fuck her. Johnny is next.” Simon growls, standing up. He was last, and was by far going to be the biggest, you were nervous thinking about it.

Johnny swaps with Kyle, John moving up by your head. It was his turn to feel those pretty lips wrapped around him. “How about we try something else sweetheart?” Johnny smiles. “On your hands and knees f’me baby.” He pats your thigh. You listen, legs wobbling as you move. “Are you alright, Princess?” John asks. You nod your head. John smiles. “No more attitude out of you Hm?” He pushes your hair out of your face, a gasp leaving your lips as Johnny slides into you, grasping hold of your hips as he starts fucking you. John laughs, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. He smiles. Eyes looking into yours. “Am I a good girl Captain?” You smile. “Yeah, doing so good for us.” John’s cock is rock hard again, hearing you say that. Asking if you’re a good girl. It makes him want to bust right there. “Are you ready for more baby? Ready to taste my cock?” You nod your head eagerly. “Such a good girl for me.” He groans out as you lower yourself. He lifts himself up onto his knees, cock level with your mouth. You take him into you, body jolting with each thrust Johnny takes. Kyle squeezes at your breasts, fingertips gliding over your skin to soothe you like he had done before. He knew they were overwhelming you. But you were almost done, and you were proving him wrong. So so wrong. Johnny’s head is tilted back, hearing your moans have been muffled by his Captain’s cock. His cock was overstimulated, but he was still going. The sensitivity makes the sex feel so much better. So much more intense as your body clenches down onto him, relaxing. You can feel another knot building in your stomach, and Johnny can tell. The way you’re clenching around him sells you out. Kyle is running circles over your clit steadily, even with the shaking from Johnny’s thrusts. Simon sits on the couch, bottle of Gin in hand. He’s watching. Your body is so stimulated. Mouth full of cock, cock buried in your pussy. Nipples and clit being stimulated. Your hands are clutching at the ground beneath you. You’re fighting off another orgasm, he can tell from where he’s sitting. If Johnny doesn’t make you cum, Simon would. By the way Johnny’s thrusts are getting sloppy, he’s not going to get you to another. A smile plays at Simons lips. He was about to make you see another fucking world.

Sure, he was a little cocky about it. But he was waiting to go last for a good reason. He’d stretch you more and wanted you to be completely ready.

You swallow down every last bit of cum that your Captain has to give. His hips buck into you, and you try hard not to gag. He relaxes, your head hanging as you cry out. Johnny’s thrusts are sloppy and you know he won’t be able to make you finish, you’re too overwhelmed. Johnny releases a loud gasp, sliding out of you just in time as he pumps his cock hard, orgasm spilling out onto your backside. You collapse onto your stomach, body weak and numb. Kyle laughs. “M’tapping out sweetheart. You’re all Simons now.” Simon stands up from the couch, setting down the empty bottle of gin. He kneels down by your legs, helping you roll into your back. Chuckling at how weak you are. “You remember our safe word right honey?” He smirks. You nod your head weakly. “What is it?”

“Stop.” You croak. He smiles, “can you take more?” You nod your head weakly. “Just lay back and relax. They’re going to take care of you.” You nod your head. A sigh leaves your lips as you lay back. Simon folds one of your legs over the other until you’re on your side. He lifts one of your legs higher, spitting on his hand and rubbing it over your pulsing entrance. As fucked out as you are, you’re still desperate to cum again. Simon starts to glide into you and your mouth falls open. “Oh my god!” You suck in a harsh breath. “It’s okay sweetheart.” John rubs a hand over your hair. They’re all watching Simon stretch you. “Stretching me so much-“ a sob leaves your lips. Simon bites down on his lip, trying not to thrust right into you until you’re crying. Tears start to slide down your face, so overstimulated. But it feels so good. Better than anything you’ve ever felt before. “Ah-“ you move your leg until you’re laying on your back again, pushing down onto Simon, and he groans when he prods at your cervix, bottoming out into you. “Someone’s eager.” He chuckles. When he takes his first thrust, your head falls back into John’s lap. He chuckles, “you’ve got a safe word baby. Don’t forget.” You shake your head. Earning a smile from him. “Doing so good for Simon baby. So good.” He chuckles, running his fingers through your damp hair. He draws his hips back, thrusting into you again. A moan leaving your lips. They didn’t get to hear too much of it before. Your mouth was full. Your moans are perfect and they egg Simon on. He starts to be a little more rough, hips hammering into yours until your body is jumping with each one he takes. Simon won’t last long, but that doesn’t matter.

Because neither will you.

His thick cock brushes right up against your spongy spot, and your eyes roll back. Shutting tightly. “Ah! S-Simon- feels weird.” You whimper, “S’okay baby. Just let it happen.” John breathes, they all know what’s coming, stealing glances at each other with a smile. Your body began to shake, cries leaving your lips. You try to squirm but John holds you tight. Johnny moves forward, rubbing circles over your overstimulated nub. “A-Ah! I’m going to-“ a cry leaves your lips and Simon fucks you through it, body jerking hard as you reach your high, your arousal squirting out around Simon, fluids coating Simon as a scream leaves your lips. Simon groans, still fucking into you as he reaches his own high. “So fucking good. Fucking tight around me.” He grits his teeth. He knows he should pull out, but he doesn’t. “Agh- can’t fucking stop,” he growls. He takes a tight hold on your hips, burying his cock as deep as it’ll go and reaching his orgasm. Filling you to the hilt with his spunk.

Your body gives out completely, panting. You’re drenched in sweat and coated in bodily fluids. Most not even yours. Simon moans when he sees his cum spill back out of you. Pumping out with each pulse from your pussy. John let’s go of you, giving you a moment to relax. They all stand up, admiring their work. “I was wrong, she could take it.” Kyle laughs. Each of them standing around you like a pack of wolves, that’d just devoured their prey. Your eyes are heavy and don’t stay open for long. You fall asleep quickly, still nude and coated in fluid.

“Let’s clean her up, everyone else has clothes so she can sleep with Johnny.” They nod their heads, making a mutual agreement. You didn’t have back up clothes and neither did Johnny, which meant you could keep each other warm through the night. It was the desert. It would get freezing. With whatever wipes and clothes they didn’t need, they cleaned your skin off, using a damn cloth to wipe your face off before using it for the rest of your body, even between your legs so that you didn’t feel uncomfortable. They helped put your undergarments back on so that you wouldn’t wake up naked, and discarded your ruined emergency blanket with a mutual agreement to gift you another when they returned. “I found an extra hoodie in my bag, let’s put it on her too.” Gaz passes it to Johnny. He moves your body to slide it onto you. “M’gonna take her bra back off than. That can’t be comfortable. She complains about them every time she’s around.” Johnny laughs. “True.” He tucks your bra into your bag and unzips your sleeping bag for more warmth over the both of you.

He forces you awake for just a second for a drink of water and after, you’re fast asleep again. Johnny gets settled with you, pulling you into him so that the both of you are warm. Once everyone settles in, they turn their lights off.

The next morning, Johnny is shaking you awake. “Exfil is a mile out lass. Cmon.” You nod your head, going to stand up. Your legs buckle underneath you and Johnny laughs as he catches you. “Just sit there for a minute yeah?” He smiles. “Simon, I’ll take your bag. You get her.” He nods his head, moving closer. He passes Johnny his bag, kneeling down in front of you. You climb onto his back and he’s lifting you up. He has a hold of your thighs, your arms wrapped around his front. You were riding piggyback on him. They cover your bottom half with an emergency blanket, luckily Gaz’s hoodie was long and covered you as well. “Alright. One mile. Let’s do this.” They all nod.

You rest your head on Simons back, eyes growing heavy once again.

ask and you shall receive my babies XD

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[simpforrooster]

be careful with my baby.

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!reader

summary: a drunk Rooster makes a super serious confession.

a/n: mentions of alcohol, drunk!rooster, fluffy, not proofread xD

You watch as Rooster throws back another shot, grimacing as the harsh liquid makes its way down his throat. The team was back home from a mission and had been celebrating all night. Rooster lets out a loud ‘whoop’ and fixes you with a heart stopping grin from across the bar. Praying he doesn’t see the blush on your cheeks, you shake your head, and take the beers Penny holds out to you. 

“Thanks, Baby Girl,” Rooster says, taking the beer from you. Natasha shoots you a look. Rooster has never called you this before. Why would he? The two of you weren’t together. 

No matter how badly you wanted to be.

Rooster chats with Bob like nothing happened. Maybe he didn’t realize he’d said it? 

The music coming from the jukebox switches from an upbeat country song, to a slow one. One that takes you back to junior high, hoping the guy you’re crushing on asks you to dance. 

The makeshift dance floor fills with couples staring into each other’s eyes, swaying in one another’s arms. Because you are so engrossed in the Hallmark movie in front of you, you didn’t notice Rooster slide up behind you. 

“Dance with me,” he whispers in your ear. Looking over your shoulder at him, he gives you a lazy smile. “Come on.” 

Rooster takes his hand in yours and pulls you to the edge of the dancefloor. As his arms slide around your waist, your heart pumps double time. He’s never held you like this. Like he might lose you. 

You’ve known Rooster for years, meeting him at this very bar the first night you moved in. You decided to treat yourself to a cheap beer for finally making a big girl decision and moving from your hometown. There was nothing there for you. You weren’t sure if there was anything for you here at the time. You just drove and drove and felt a pull to Fightertown. 

Rooster lays his head on your shoulder, his mustache tickling your neck. He sways the two of you along to the music, and for a moment, you’re lost in a little dream world. One where Rooster is your guy. One where he bursts through the door every night calling, “Honey! I’m home!” 

The alcohol must finally be hitting him, because he’s suddenly having a hard time holding his body weight off you. 

“Roos..” 

“Mmm,” he hums into your neck, causing your stomach to flip several times. 

“You’re drunk,” you say, realizing that all this has to be stemming from the alcohol. He’s not just going to confess feelings out of nowhere. 

“I’m not,” he defends, his head still resting on your shoulder. Rooster pulls you closer to him, seeming to relax the closer you are. 

“Rooster, let me get you home.” The slow song was long over, and Rooster has made no moves to let you go. 

Not that you are complaining. 

“Okay,” he murmurs. He peels himself off of you, and places his keys in your outstretched hand. After closing your tabs with Penny, you guide a very drunk Rooster to his Bronco. 

“I may be inebriated, but please be careful with my baby,” Rooster pats the hood as he walks (sways?) to the passenger side. Rolling your eyes, you hoist yourself behind the wheel. Taking the familiar route to Rooster’s apartment, you have his precious Bronco parked safely a few minutes later. 

You lead Rooster into his home, and onto the couch. Rooster falls into his plush throw pillows, blowing out a breath. He pats the spot next to him and you oblige. His arm comes up around your shoulder, and he pulls you into him. 

“I’m sorry I drank so much tonight,” he whispers. The apology catches you off guard. It isn’t like Rooster is out throwing back shots every night. His head rests against the back of the couch, his gaze locked on the ceiling. “I just chicken out whenever I’m around you.” 

“Roos, what are you talking about?” 

“I don’t want to say the words when I’m drunk. What if you don’t believe me?” His gaze is still skyward, and your confusion is running deeper. You grow a little faint at what the words could be. Does he have feelings for you? Has he been battling telling you or not, afraid to ruin the friendship like you have?

Rooster moves into a lying position on the couch, pulling you with him. He nestles deep into the soft couch, wrapping an arm around your waist. You have never felt more comfortable in your life. 

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, sleep lacing his words. 

“I will, Bradley,” you agree. His arm is ironclad around your waist, pulling you as close against his body as he can get you. 

Before he gives into the alcohol induced slumber, he whispers four words that knock the breath out of you.

“I love you, baby.” 

a/n: part two????

Part two

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Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader (DiCaprio!Reader)

summary: It’s the Lightyear world premiere in L.A.—and everyone is asking where Chris’ wife, YN, and their kids are.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: fluff, more fluff, mentions of complicated pregnancy, really short mention of traumatic child labor and death of both mother and child, double the fluff, not really proofread because I’m tired

author’s note: I don’t know where this came from. But I also don’t care because it’s my first Chris piece, and I’m excited. And for age’s sake: Leo is 15-20 years older than he actually is because I kinda forgot that he is only 47 after I already finished this one xD

“I’m standing here with actor Chris Evans on this beautiful sunny afternoon. How are you, Chris?” One of the many interviewer asked, and the man grinned shortly to the camera before focusing back on the woman in front of him, holding a microphone right under his nose. She was nervous; he could see that, so he didn’t say anything about it. He understood her on a different level. “Hi, Susan. We really had luck with the weather, didn’t we? And I’m great, thanks. I mean, how could I not be great?” He grinned again and pushed his sunglasses up. “I probably would feel the same when I voiced my longtime favorite character! How did your kids react? You have two, right?”

At the mention of his two sunbeams back home, the father couldn’t help but smile softly. It may have taken a long while to find the perfect woman and the love of his life and an even longer while to create these two joys in his life, but Chris thanked the universe every single day for the honor of having them in his life.

“I have two wonderful and beautiful children, yes, and number three is on their way. My eldest, Ophelia, was over the moon when I left my study a few months back after I had just wrapped up the call with my manager and Disney and were allowed to talk about it. She, of course, eavesdropped because she just loves to do it when it contains me and my study. And she had picked up on some parts of the conversation and had bounced up and down and asked me nonstop if it’s true and I’m playing Buzz. It’s her favorite Toy Story character, so I had a bit of pressure while doing the actual work.” He showed his thumb and pointer moving very closely together and chuckled. “Who am I kiddin’, I had a lot of pressure,” he laughed, and Susan laughed with him. “I only can imagine how it is with such a harsh critique living under the same roof. How did your second child react?” Chris grinned again, and it was visible for everyone to see in this world how much he adored his two children. “My son Aiden was much more chilled. Well, it’s not science because he only objects if someone dares to steal his share of ice cream—or cuddle time with his mom. He had only shrugged after Ophelia had screamed through the living room that I was voicing Buzz, but he was kinda excited after we watched it for the first time and heard my voice. Y’know, to see your own kids become happy and have those big round eyes just like you at your first Disney movie and the birth of your first movie heroes? It’s something entirely else. And to witness this moment while they watched Lightyear? Mindblowing, really.”

His chest was swelled with pride, and everyone around gushed over the epitome of proud fatherhood Chris was in this very moment. And he didn’t mind because he could boast all day long about his kids—and wife. Speaking of which…

“This is probably the sweetest story I’ve ever heard. Thank you for sharing this very intimate insight of your family life with us, Chris,” the interviewer thanked him with a genuine smile, but Chris only waved it off. They might keep their kids out of the spotlight to grant them the childhood he had been gifted by his parents, but they never stopped talking about them when people asked. “Is it okay if I ask about your wife and why she isn’t here today? She usually is at all your premieres and vice versa. I barely can remember a time without her at your side or you at hers, to be quite honest. You two really found one another.” Chris nodded in absolute agreement. “We really did. It was unexpected and kinda bumpy—quite literally.”

The husband remembered their first encounter at one of the Oscar Afterparties vividly where the stunning woman had bumped into him—and had driven the heel of her painful stilettos into his shoe. Ever since the actor saw these shoes with other eyes. He returned back to reality. “But we pushed through the obstacles, and I am the lucky bastard she had agreed to marry. Lucky me.” He chuckled under his breath and shook his head. YN would hit him as soon as she saw this interview, and maybe she sat in front of the tv at this very moment and watched him gushing over their family. “But back to your question, Susan. YN is currently at home, maybe watching this interview and throwing a pillow to the tv because she is heavily pregnant and can’t get up without help anymore.” Chris grinned straight into the camera. “I’m sorry, love!” He almost shouted after the exposure of her struggling state he almost loved the most about her being pregnant.

He just was a sucker for his wife when she called for him to help her with the easiest of tasks and boss him around as if there was no tomorrow. But he was a happily obliging husband because, after all, her state had been his fault. Something he would always be proud of.

“She wanted to come with me, but the doctor had put her on bed rest for the time being after we experienced a tiny scare of our little one two weeks back.” The same icy cold feeling ran his back up and down, just the same he had felt during the few hours of panic and anxiety in the depths of night when their unborn child tried to greet them earlier than agreed. And gladly, as stubborn his wife could be, she kept her word and watched out for herself and the little bub instead of ignoring every warning and trying to go head first through every wall possible. His father-in-law was a great help on days like this when Chris couldn’t be at home to watch out for his love and his tiny love. “I am sorry to hear that. But now, everything is back on track and in order?” The actor nodded, relieved. “So far, yes. But it still means I have to attend these without her calming presence, and let me tell’ya: it’s freaking scary.” And then, he laughed and shook his head. “I’ve never expected to be so lost without her. I almost forgot to lace my shoes because my head was all over the place,” he let out and still couldn’t believe how his life had changed within only a few years.

“Don’t worry, Chris, I feel the same. My life without my girlfriend? God, send some help,” Susan laughed with him, and Chris smiled thankfully. “So, I suppose you will head straight back home after the screening?” And the Evans was more than relieved to nod this question yes. “Totally. I love everyone involved in this movie, and I’m beyond grateful. However, my priorities are heading home, being greeted by Dodge and maybe the kids if they’re still awake, thanking Leo for keeping an eye on these two—more like three, Dodger included—troublemakers and his daughter, and then finally greeting my wife. We probably will watch a Disney movie, eventually waking the kids with the sounds, and everything will morph into a huge Disney sleepover on the couch. And yes, that’s the description of my personal favorite night.” He had always been a more at-home type of guy after passing a certain age, but now, it was all he could ever want.

“That sounds like a night in just like mine, minus the children. Thank you again for talking to me, Chris, and congratulations on the brilliant movie and your family. I’m definitely not the only one when I’m saying that you deserve every single bit of it,” Susan closed the interview, and Chris waved a last time to the people standing behind her before heading back to the red carpet to get the final shots for the press.

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Chris was glad that they had settled back to L.A. for the making of Lightyear to avoid stressful last-minute flights from one side of the country to the other. He could be there if something happened at home, almost within a matter of thirty minutes tops, and Leo wasn’t busy as he usually was to help him with keeping an eye on everyone. And now, he was glad because it meant he could hold his wife in his arms after only a twenty-minute drive instead of an almost six-hour flight. He could even grab her favorite ice cream flavor on the way home.

Leaving the car and wishing Daniel, his driver for today, a good night, Chris slowly followed the pathway, flanked with blooming bushes and flowers exploding in every color there was, up to the four steps leading to the porch and door. Their L.A. house reminded him of home back in Boston, and he couldn’t wait for them to move back and relish in the family time they would have after baby number three was born.

Smiling at the sounds of an excited Dodger waiting for him, Chris took two steps at a time and opened the door to get in. His fur companion wiggled with his tail at the sight of his human, and the Evans crouched down to greet him with a loving scratch behind his ears. “How is my best boy?” He asked and chuckled as Dodger impatiently nudged his hand to follow him. He wanted to, but tiny, excited voices let him stop in his tracks.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“Daddy’s home!”

Two tiny humans rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, and the father could only let the bag with ice cream and snacks drop to the floor before he was attacked by the hugs of his five-year-old girl and an almost four-year-old boy. “What a greeting!” He laughed as he lifted both children in his arms and tickled squealing noises out of them. Ophelia grinned brightly—the grin almost too big for her pretty little face— while Aiden preferred to snuggle onto his father’s shoulder. It was late for him, and Chris was actually surprised at how long he had pushed through.

“Did you bring the biiiig Buzz? I saw him on TV! I want him! He is so cool and sooo big! And Sox??? They had a statue of him too! Did you see it, Daddy?? Can we go there tomorrow?? Please??”

Chris chuckled at the tsunami of questions he already had anticipated, but another voice slid into the conversation. “Lia, darling. Give your dad some time to arrive and at least to take off his shoes,” Leo quipped with a small grin on his face and stepped to his son-in-law to take the kids off him. “But, Poooops!” Ophelia pouted heavily, and even Aiden seemed not happy about the interruption of stories. “No but’s, darling. Come on; you said you wanted to bake a cake for your dad and the work is only halfway done. Plus, your mom said something about craving a banana smoothie. Who wants a banana smoothie?”

And suddenly, the world was back in order, and both kids screamed “Yes!” throughout the entire house.

Chris followed them after taking off his shoes and retrieving the paper bag again. He took one spoon from the kitchen on his way to the living room and already saw the head of his wife peeking up between thick couch pillows. The husband left the bag with snacks at the opening of the kitchen, only taking the ice cream bucket with him. He crouched behind the back of the couch and let his arm appear from behind in front of the woman he loved—ice cream presented like an offering to the gods.

“M’lady, I brought gifts,” Chris laughed softly at her gasp and grabby hands, kissing her cheek tenderly. “Fine sir, do you possess the ability of mind reading? We should consider burning you at the stake.” YN had turned her head and grinned up to him as he rounded the couch and plopped down next to her. She was dressed in one of his Red Sox shirts—usually, it would be way too big for her, but now with the ever-growing baby bump, it fitted perfectly—, yoga pants and fluffy socks under which she probably hid the pestering compression socks the doctor had prescribed for the next weeks. “Please, I beg you, don’t burn me! Who would tend to your needs, m’lady?” YN’s eyes wandered to Dodger, who had taken over his place at her side once more. Ever the protective fur baby, Chris thought with a smile. “I could train Dodge to go to the store. Remember this video with the dog and his little basket on the market? Where he bought fruits for his owner? It could be Dodger after a bit of persuasion.” The woman grinned brightly, the same grin Ophelia owned, and with one hand on his neck, she pulled his face closer to hers. Chris obliged and leaned down to press their lips together in a loving kiss, which still let butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“Hey,” Chris whispered, lips still touching, and YN sighed. “Hey,” she returned just as quiet as he and nudged his nose with hers. “Everything alright?” She could see the worry in his blue eyes, darkening them a bit, so she took his hand and put it on the right side of her still-growing bump, even though she was almost through with it. But each pregnancy held its own surprises, as she had experienced. “Of course,” she smiled at his joyful, boyish grin as he felt one of the many kicks of their third bundle of joy. Number three may be an accident because, after Aiden’s birth, they had agreed on waiting a couple more years to grant them the attention they both deserved, but everything would be okay. And she couldn’t imagine a life without bub three.

Chris bent his head down to the spot where he suspected his baby’s head and pressed a kiss on top of his… YN’s shirt. “Hey, love. Here is your daddy speaking. I hope you didn’t give your mom a hard time today, and I damn sure hope you will continue to be a good girl in a few hours when she tries to sleep—unlike the last three nights. ‘Thought we had a deal.” YN chuckled while her fingers carded through Chris’ fluffy hair but groaned at a particularly hard kick. “Love,” they both warned in unison before YN settled back into the cushions and continued to caress her husband’s hair and scalp. “A girl, huh?” She softly smiled at the man who had swept her off her feet so suddenly, she still wondered how she didn’t brake her neck in the wake of his adorable flirting endeavors she oh so happily had returned. Chris leaned his cheek against her bump, wanting to be as close as possible to his baby and wife, and her knuckles tenderly stroked over his bearded cheek. He had a boyish smile tucking at his lips. “S’just a feelin’,” he mumbled, Boston accent very prominent—just as always when he felt contentment and happiness, mostly when he was at home with his family. YN grinned down at him while slowly rubbing the spot where the tiny bub had kicked again. “You can admit that you want another girl. Nobody would be surprised, y’know? The whole internet sees you as a girl-dad,” YN winked, and Chris’ rumbling laugh almost shook her body as well. “Do they, yeah?” She nodded and tipped the tip of his nose with the pad of her finger. “Yes, they do, and we both know that you know this as well. Don’t try to fool lil’ ol’ me, Mr. Evans. I’m aware of your stalking tendencies when it comes to your fans and this family.”

Chris grinned sheepishly before sitting up and pressing another kiss to her lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Mrs. Evans,” he whispered before commotion erupted in the kitchen and tiny feet came rushing over. “Mommy! Mommy, look! I made banana shake!” Aiden proudly presented the filled glass, and both parents were sure there would be a dripping trail of shake from the kitchen to the couch. But her father already followed with a kitchen towel in hand. “We made the banana shake,” Ophelia stressed and gave her mom the reusable straw she had carried while Aiden gave her the glass. The mother almost teared up and blinked rapidly to hide the tears. “You two are too good to me,” she sniffled before taking the first sip and hummed in utter approval. “Perfection. Maybe you should think about opening a shake shop.” Ophelia giggled while Aiden squeezed himself between Dodger and his mother. With another human, Dodger wouldn’t have any of that, but with his family, he only made space and put his head in his tiny human’s lap to get the cuddles he loved.

Meanwhile, Ophelia climbed into the spot between her mom and dad and cuddled into Chris’ side, grabbing the ice cream out of her mother’s hands and starting to steal a few spoons full of sugary delight. He had thought about getting up to change into something more comfortable, but he decided that this was much better. He could outlive a few hours without his sweatpants. Leo returned after bringing the kitchen towel into the laundry room and bent down to press a kiss to the top of his youngest daughter’s head. “I would head over if you don’t need anything else, darling,” he said, and YN looked up to him with all the love she held for this man. “Of course. Thanks again for coming over and handling everything.” She really had lucked out in the family department, even before finding Chris and creating her own perfect family with the perfect man that was her husband. The DiCaprio smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. “That’s nothing to thank me for.” And with that, he kissed his grandkids goodbye before patting his son-in-law’s shoulder. “There is a cake in the oven, but the timer is set.” Chris nodded, and after peeling a grumpy Ophelia off his side, he stood up and brought Leo to the door.

There, the older man turned again. “Before I go… I wanted to thank you, Chris, for making her so happy. You know what happened to her mother, and though it was a long time ago, it had always cast a shadow over her.” Chris knew what Leo was referring to; YN had told him about the traumatic labor her mother went through, only that she died and the baby with her. It had taken its toll on Leo, too, and the whole family had needed years to recover from it. It still amazed Chris how she had handled every pregnancy and every birth, although she knew what could go wrong. “But with you, she finally is… I can’t even describe it. Not to mention that you took her fear. So… Thank you.” Both men hugged each other closely, patted their backs reaffirmingly. “It’s an honor to love her and have her in my life because you raised one of the best women on earth. You deserve every thank I could offer you,” Chris mumbled before they let go of one another. Leonardo waved it off, but in reality, it was the proudest achievement in his life. YN and her sister were his pride and joy, just as Ophelia, Aiden, and the little one were Chris’ pride and joy. “Have a good night, Chris, and give me a call if it’s happening, yeah?” Chris nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, of course.“

Returning into the living room in his favorite sweatpants and Red Sox shirt—one of the few he actually was allowed to wear and which wasn’t claimed by his darling wife—Chris sat back next to Ophelia and out his arm on the back of the couch to softly caress YN’s neck and shoulder. “The kids decided that we’re watching Wall-E,” she let him know while his eldest already held onto the remote and scrolled through Disney+. “Daddy?” He hummed in question at Aiden’s voice. “Lia and I want see biiiiig Sox,” he told the family, and YN softly shrugged at Chris’ questioning look in her direction. “If they’re still there, why not? You two have to take a lot of pictures for me, ‘kay?” Aiden nodded with a serious expression. “Otay!” YN carded through her son’s mop of blonde hair—Chris’ genes definitely outrun hers—and changed another look with her husband, both obviously thinking the same. “You know, after your brother or sister is born, maybe we could check out Disney World and if they already have a Buzz and Sox there.” Both parents knew what mentioning Disney World would do to their kids, but they didn’t mind the explosion of tiny voices. Instead, Chris settled back right next to his wife, hand again on her bump, while they watched their children playing in the living room—Dodger was Sox, Ophelia played Izzy, and Aiden was Buzz himself.”

YN laughed softly and leaned her head onto Chris’ shoulder. “We really have a Disney obsessed family.” Chris grinned in total contentment and kissed her head. “We have, and I don’t want it any other way.”

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I don’t know where all these words came from, but I kinda couldn’t stop writing. Even though it’s kinda shitty, I hope y’all enjoyed it! As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

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Lucifer would for SURE have that insecurity. Pulling away? Not wanting to make the first step towards communication? Feeling out of place and like he doesn't belong? I bet the other's would catch on and they'd all develop their own approaches into encouraging Lucifer out of his depression cave, so to speak.

Alastor would probably annoy him out of it but if that didn't work would probably ask Rosie or Lilith for help? He's got a reputation as the Unflappable Radio Demon to uphold (headcanon: Alastor is awkward with emotions and doesn't quite know what to do so he sorta.. either doesn't say anything when he has to deal with emotions with others or is snarky because he at least knows how to do that. He develops his own way of showing appreciation and comfort though)

Alastor and Rosie ABSOLUTELY would have gossip sessions. Lilith might join in just to hear the updates about some big drama (ugh Susan) and offer tea and biscuits or something? Lucifer popping in with a snarky comment but wanting to just sit back and enjoy their company is sweet!

I could see Rosie's insecurity maybe coming from wanting to help everyone and feeling sorta guilty that she isn't in cannibal town there to help 24/8? Like, she might get worried that she'll miss something or something could happen to the town while she's gone?

Lilith uhhh. Maybe she feels out of place? The rest either did something to piss off god (lucifer) or actively earned their spot in hell, meanwhile she just.. didn't want to be a servant to an asshole of a man. Like, absolutely fair but probably doesn't feel equivalent to literally gifting humanity freewill and whatever Al and Rosie were up to. She's in between a fallen angel and human but didn't really live the life of either?

Charlie would be SO supportive and Alastor would take such joy in flexing that he has some of/literally the most powerful demons on "his side" (they love him despite being showy sometimes).

Maybe there'd be some tension between Luficer and Alastor because Al is more like the stereotypical devil than Lucifer is?

They're all so silly and quirky and have such potential xD honestly relationship goals tho? In a polycule (queer platonic, in my case) where everyone can get along in different ways and support each other and be comfortable being themselves?? Goals xD

Yeah the feeling of shame and guilt will keep appearing and therefore 'who would want to someone like him, cant even create anymore' TT

Oh I absolutely believe being geniunely open and vulnerable is extremely hard to Alastor! His smiles and sharp behaviour is not just a mask but a protective comfortable layer! And even if he tries to be more close it's still the default that is hard to pass by. I believe he can muster something actually real if the other person will be so crushed they aren't reacting to anything else anymore!!

Honestly Rosie and Alastor are a nice tag team xD He deals with the depressed king when he is too inside of his head, he can be manhandled by Alastor xD And when he is actually responsive, Rosie can step in and gently reassure him. And Lilith will give this 'do you love us? respect us? we would never stay with someone we dont care about and you know it'. This harsh love xD

I really like how in terms of dealing with stress and trauma Alastor pushes forward and Lucifer pulls away😭

I've read Rosie likes cooking! Like Al!! Imagine them preparing food for private lunches! I hc Lucifer is a decent cook, but there is not point in trying when these two are amazing XD And Lilith can watch over and make sure they aren't slipping something more fleshy XD So in the end they just sit there and Rosie gives all the hot goss with Alastor and Lilith joining in and Lucifer chilling while following their conversations and occasionally commenting <3

OH she might! She is very envolved with her community and she probably takes to heart when she fails someone while she expected not to! I LOVE characters that put too much on their shoulders!!(she is just like Charlie fr fr)

I don't know with Lilith. It seems she got all she wanted: got away from Adam, got an awesome new home where she 'thrived'. I do wonder if she is... vengeful? SHE got it all good, but her husband was crushed and he never properly recovered. She might be furious with Heaven for this. And for exterminations.

Oh Alastor is truly an attention seeker, he would always flex his partners in public(but never be actually intimate with them because it is for HIM to see only!)

It may be at the beginning? But it would be fun if Lucifer will actually use Alastor's scariness xD Oh you want a scary devil? I can give you something scary xD And Alastor enjoys it, intimidating and jumping people is his favourite type of fun xD

*sigh* All their dynamics are so fun it's a treat <3 (Rosie and Lilith having ohoho mean gossip sessions with their 'pathetic' looks on others(ugh Susan), Rosie and Alastor going on hunts and cooking together, Alastor and Lucifer having improvised lighthearted musical competitions(full blown dance numbers), Lucifer and Lilith going to concerts and theatres incognito, Lilith and Alastor having violent and fun radio podcasts, Rosie and Lucifer going to hellborn balls and Cannibal Town gatherings)

(for me it's only QPR cause everyone else can mess around and I'll jump in for a short smooch and be out jkhj XD)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lilith morningstar #doubletrouble

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Hiiii! I’m new to your blog and I love it so much and usually I do not like yandere stuff but smth abt ur writing is just so insane it’s good 😭 (like Mikey pulling a gun out to a one year old abt to kill it…who does that?! 😨 ) so I was wondering if maybe you could do like a soft yandere Mikey ? (Idk if I even is a thing/makes sense) but like yk like he doesn’t want to hurt u but he kills ppl who look at u in a way he doesn’t like? And he doesn’t let u out of his sight? But he doesn’t hurt u 👩‍🌾 idk if that makes sense but then the readers just sweet and kinda oblivious so she just goes with it and thinks it’s cute how much he loves her? Maybe some guys were staring at her on a date and he does something bad 💁‍♀️ ahhh I’m sorry I’m half asleep and this makes no sense but I hope ur well!!! (And ofc don’t feel pressured to do this) take care!!!! 💗

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

"Like who pulls a gun on a 1 year old" Literally my yandere bonten Mikey would- I once read a Bonten fic where he's so insane, like so out of it and I've adopted that behavior for when he gets angry.

But yes I understand what you mean by soft headcanons XD I dunno which Mikey you meant so I'll do Kanto Manji Mikey since I haven't written for him yet.

Yes you do have a better chance with him if you don't know who he is. Even if you did it's best you ignore it and act how you'd normally act with a friend.

It's like a small light finally lit up in Mikey's dark world.

He seems, and is, really harsh towards everyone, barely talking unless it's about business or he needs to explain something.

Yet when it comes to you Mikey could listen you chatting up a storm or simply sitting down next to him and just standing there.

I don't think Kanto Mikey is very forward with physical affection unlike his other versions, but when you initiate it first he'll never let go.

Always hiding his face either on your hair, neck or shoulder.

"[Y/N], you smell so nice... I didn't say that for you to tell me your shampoo... Is it alright if I stay like this for a while? I'm really tired..."

And you allow it. You have this man's heart squeezing and pulsing from happiness- you literally have his vulnerable already broken heart in your hand and you're unconsciously fixing it.

Then you start giving kisses and he just MELTS.

The first kiss Mikey just stared at you in shock. The second kiss he started blushing a lot. And by the third kiss he was the on basically suffocating you with a hug and placing kisses all over your face and neck.

Believe it or not Mikey's favorite time consists of him cuddling you and falling asleep, because he feels at peace in your presence, like all of his problems are gone.

And he feels guilty about how possessive he feels over you.

"I love you so much darling... Please never leave me... You won't leave me right?"

You reassured him with such a sweet smile while kissing his forehead.

And Mikey broke. Mumbling how much he wants to lock you away so no harm would come to you. Yet you again giggled and said it's okay, he was there to protect you so it wasn't a need.

Hook, line and sinker.

Now all someone needs to do is tell Mikey that you had came to see him and he'd literally drop anything he was doing and go to you, such a soft side.

"Angel, you should've told me you'd come over, I would have came to pick you up... A surprise? You're so sweet~"

And here comes the problem. You're Mikey's pretty little lover so obviously you'd be targeted by other gangs.

And Mikey will be damned before he let's any harm come to you- in fact, no, instead he'll damn anyone who hurt you to hell instead.

Mikey personally would execute anyone who even harms a strand of your hair, who mutters anything other than praise about your existence, who gazes at you for too long despite him being there.

Sure, anyone and everyone can have Mikey at attention by saying your name, but only his men come out unharmed because they either announce your presence or tell Mikey the usual report about what you did and where you went that day when Mikey couldn't be with you.

Anyone else will be met with a fist to their face... And another... And another until they're a South kinnie-

Whenever someone interrupts your dates by even as much as making a comment about you Mikey probably orders Sanzu to take you away until he deals with whatever unworthy being dared to utter your name with their dirty mouth.

And after he's done Mikey will immediately go back to you and give you a hug.

"I got tired, please make me feel better [Y/N]~"

And of course like the pretty doll you are you agree, cleaning the blood from him, giving him a hug, placing soft him kisses on his knuckles and forehead. Leaving Mikey a mess unknowingly.

You're always his priority no matter what, whenever he visits he always makes sure to bring a few gifts. Whenever you vist he interupts whatever meet up they had, sits you on his lap and cuddles until you have to leave. Yes everyone is forced to watch the sweet couple act.

Mikey sometimes says things that seem strange. Like confessing how he WILL kill anyone who tries to take you away, yet you just happily giggle and cup his face.

"You must really love me if you're willing to go that far, but don't do it okay? I don't want you to be sent to jail."

"Yes, yes I love you that much... And okay, I wouldn't want to be separated from you either."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokrev #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere kanto mikey #soft yandere headcanons

[roalinda]

if we're talking book prongsfoot material, i have a fond spot for their first meeting in Hogwarts Express. James liking Sirius' ironic wit, the way Sirius backed James up against Snape (and Lily btw). James being childish, open and bold, and Sirius taken by it so naturally. And like, we almost get to see the moment Sirius' life turned, 'breaking family tradition' said as a joke yet, as 'maybe', but we know few more hours with James and it's Gryffindor, baby XD

The train scene is so unique and has such a great impact that can be easily acknowledged as the start of their - quite the double act - which later they became infamous for, even between the teachers. They did it unknowingly yet so in sync despite their young age and their different backgrounds. They simply matched and clicked, like two pieces of a puzzle, soul mates. ♡ 

Sirius' sorting in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin is a complicated thing. He has that quick wit and sarcasm of the Slytherin House members, proven by his quick sarcastic and harsh come back to Snape in the train when he called Gryffindors - brawny than brainy - , telling him that he has none. He didn't say it in a way an eleven years old Gryffindor boy would bluntly say, he said it in a witty stinging way, the Slytherin way. 

BUT, here is the difference, he did it to back up Gryffindor, despite the Black family being Slytherins for generations. He didn't care about the views of his family, their pureblood culture or Snape's comment, he did what he wanted to do and what he felt was right, he did what naturally came to him.

I think James' presence indeed influenced in Sirius' sorting in Gryffindor but I also think that the sorting hat didn't do it just for that. Sirius was a pureblood from an ancient family with probably a vast magical knowledge for his age when he came to Hogwarts, so there is no way he didn't know about the history of the four Houses and their values and motto. (Unlike Harry who didn't know anything and based on what he had heard, asked the hat not to put him in Slytherin.) 

To me, the fact he says that he may break the family tradition half-jokingly, shows his Gryffindor side. Slytherins don't kid about their sorting like that. They have the aura of I-am-better-than-you, be it about their roots or magic and wit. Sirius is indeed haughty and arrogant, but not in the Slythrin way. He is arrogant in the Gryffindor way which is scarier. I believe that the sorting hat saw more Gryffindor traits in him than Slytherin. Sirius is brave, protective, rash, a massive rule-breaker and some one who hurries to help his friends in cases of emergency, without thinking or coming up with a plan beforehand, which is very Gryffindor of him and certainty not Slytherin. 

I think that is what makes Sirius Black a horrific force of nature, someone whose friends have his complete loyalty and foes his stormy wrath, because he is a Gryffindor who has heavy Slytherin traits sleeping deep within him. It is a monstrous power and in all honesty I think the books did Sirius dirty for not showing his full potential when the reader can easily assess that by putting two and two together.

But let us not forget that in sorting there is always a choice, - it is the choices that shows one what truly is, not their abilities - as Dumbledore puts it about sorting, and I think HERE is James' role. Sirius' heart chose James, and that means Gryffindor. But here is the thing, James' heart chose Sirius as well, so personally I think he would have ended up anywhere Sirius was too. 

If there is a love at the first sight notion in the HP series, it exclusively belongs to James and Sirius. The deep platonic love is canon and the romance is very close to canon, easily to be seen between the lines and if you ask for my humble opinion, I daresay that prongsfoot makes sense more than most HP pairings. It is a tragic tale of love and loss, something so grand that cannot be put into words. 

Thank you for the ask ♡ talking about prongsfoot always makes my day brighter ♡

#Prongsfoot asks #Prongsfoot #James potter #Sirius black

[lostelfwriting]

I started writing this as an anonymous ask, then I decided it's too long and I'll just make a post and tag you, and then I learned it's your birthday, so apparently, I've written you a birthday fic. XD Hope you enjoy! Happy birthday, @gabessquishytum !

[CW total power exchange relationship]

[Read on AO3]

Hob's body vibrated in excitement, but at the same time, his skin tingled uncomfortably. Today. Dream had promised that he would let Hob cum today, if he was good.

Hob had been good. He was always good. Even when Dream put him through impossible tasks, he did his best to be good. He took his punishments and thanked his master and lovingly kissed every inch of his skin that he was allowed to. He soaked up Dream's love and returned it tenfold, or at least tried to.

But being good was a whole another thing, not just adoration. Being good meant obeying harsh rules and being perfect in a way that not even the dreamkin that Dream had personally created manage. Of course, Hob would never truly disappoint Dream, but he would often meet a sigh and a shake of a head, a frown on a beloved face, when he broke and failed yet again only to receive his punishment with excitement, almost grinning through the sting of a spanking when Dream looked at him like he was something precious.

Today, the stakes were higher than some punishment. Hob could count the number of orgasms that he had in the 4 years he had been Dream's plaything on his fingers, and he would still have a few to spare. Sometimes, Dream would act like he would let him cum only to change his mind at the last moment, giving Hob an unsatisfying, painful ruined orgasm. Those were almost more frustrating than the months and months of denial, which was saying a lot when Hob had to wait for his first orgasm with Dream for 13 months. Yes, for the whole first year of their arrangement he was made to wear a cock cage that was never taken off for anything but cleaning.

Shaking the nostalgia off, Hob walked into the throne room. He had already gotten through the morning routine and breakfast without trouble, but the day was still mostly ahead of them. The tingling of his skin intensified as his mind ran through all the things that he could mess up. It's not like he cared about cumming so much that he would break down if he didn't get to cum tonight – he cared about the submission and serving his master more than his bodily pleasure, and the pleasure that obeying his much more powerful beloved brought him was unlike any other – but he didn't want to disappoint. Dream looked like he had something great planned when he talked to Hob this morning, all casual and regal even as Hob was choking on his cock, taking care of his morning arousal. And Hob didn't want to ruin those plans.

The deep voice of his master reached through the fog of his worry and almost startled him. "Come, pet, kneel beside me. I will be holding audience for the next few hours and I want my treasure displayed."

Hob rushed to obey. But that was a mistake. He only managed to take one step before he tripped over his own foot and planted his face on the stone floor. To his horror, Dream quickly stood from his throne and walked over to him.

"I'm sorry," Hob uttered as he tried to pick himself up from the floor. He didn't even get one arm under himself before Dream's hand wrapped around his upper arm and he was being lifted. Instead of disappointment or anger, there was concern on his master's face. "Are you alright, Hob? Did you injure yourself?"

"I'm fine," he assured, breathing out a sigh of relief when he remembered that tripping and falling weren't a mistake to be punished but a simple human thing that could happen to anyone. He needed to stop letting his anxiety get the better of him.

Dream's face furrowed in deeper concern as he studied his plaything's expression, hand still supporting Hob's weight even though he was fine standing on his own. "Lucienne," he said eventually, addressing the royal librarian and advisor who Hob didn't notice was in the room because he never paid attention to anything but his master, "tell the people that I will not be holding audience today. I will not be disturbed for the rest of the day." With that, he led Hob away, heading to Dream's chambers.

A short but tense walk later, where the only sounds were their steps – Dream's boots and Hob's bare feet – and Hob's nervous swallows, he found himself being pushed gently but insistently on Dream's bed. While that was familiar enough, it didn't make him any less nervous, so he got the courage to speak up. "Master? My lord, did I—?"

"Hush," Dream silenced him. In no time at all, Hob was tied up spread eagle with silk ropes on top of the softest sheets a human mind could comprehend. Dream sat down by his side and placed a cool, gentle hand on Hob's face. "You are not feeling well," he noted knowingly.

"I'm sorry," Hob said, because denying it would be lying. He wondered if he was going through a drop – they had dealt with those in the past, three or four times – but no, this felt different.

"Do not apologize. I will take care of you now," Dream declared, standing up to rifle through the chest where he kept his favourite tools to use on Hob. Hob wasn't sure how any of that would help if he was sick, but he didn't question it.

"Is it worry that is plaguing you?" Dream asked, holding a vial of oil and nothing else in his hands. "Do you still doubt your worth?"

Dream always surprised him when he did that. Hob blinked, nodding dumbly. "I— Yes," he admitted. He often forgot that Dream was as obsessed with him as he was with Dream, and just as much in love. It seemed like an impossible thing, the two of them leagues apart and yet. At Dream's nod, he continued. "I didn't want to disappoint you today."

Dream nodded again and returned to the bed, tightening the ropes so Hob wouldn't be able to move an inch. "You would never disappoint me, my treasure," he said as he worked. "You are good. You are perfect. But…" he admired his work for a minute, eyes tracing Hob's straining muscles hungrily. "I will ease your mind. You will receive your reward early, right now."

Hob's eyes widened. "I will get to cum? It won't be ruined?" he asked, just to be sure nothing changed. Of course, Dream could – and many times in the past did – go back on his word or change his mind, and Hob wouldn't be able to do anything but shake and sob as he was denied physical pleasure yet again while his mind melted in bliss at being so thoroughly owned. But it didn't seem like one of those days, and the image of Dream's genuine concern was still fresh in his mind.

"Yes, Hob," Dream nodded, a small, dangerous smirk spreading on his lips. "You will be allowed to cum. You do not need to hold back or wait for a permission. I will make you cum. As many times as you can."

Hob gulped. As many times as you can rang through his head over and over. He had no doubt that when Dream was done with him deep into the night, many, many hours from now, he would no longer be able to count the number of the orgasms that he had in the past four years on his fingers, even if he used his toes too.

"Yes, please," he whispered, voice rough. Dream was getting ready to ruin him. And he would enjoy every second of it.

#dreamling #nsft #cw tpe relationship #my writing

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

Considering it's bakagou birthday let's give him more suffering :), so reamber when shoto and bakagou were saving a human from the villain and bakagou said above the lines of'GO TAKE YOUR SUICIDE SOMEWHERE ELSE!" And then when they got home they clebrated they got there license exam ( I think) it really made me upset that we're just gonna forget that bakagou told someone to take there suicide somewhere else,so I have this thought what if shoto called bakagou out on this In front of class 1A + midorya and how everyone would react to it? 🤔

(It wouldn't be the first time he got a free pass to suicide-bait someone 🍸🐸) I mean... what a great way to celebrate XD

Shoto didn't hear it initially. He was too busy taking care of the villain, but when he saw the footage of their fight afterwards, played in the class 1A common room, he couldn't help but flinch slightly.

'If you're going to commit suicide, do it somewhere else.'

The harsh voice of his classmate rung through the speakers, and Shoto felt conflicted: on the one hand, he'd just saved two people - he was being a hero - but on the other, it was an awful thing to say, even if he hadn't meant it.

Shoto pulled his lips into a thin line. It wasn't long ago that he, himself, was in a dark place - with a lingering voice inside his head that wondered "what if?" - not knowing if anyone would care if he was gone, other than his bastard old man.

The latter thought was what used to upset him the most.

'Why did you say that to her?' He found himself asking. On the screen, he was about to use his fire, garnering the attention of his classmates. He raised his voice. 'Bakugou, why did you say that?'

'Hah?' The aforementioned craned his neck back to look at him from where he was perched on the sofa with Kirishima and Sero. 'Say what, you bastard?'

'Why did you tell that girl to commit suicide somewhere else?'

The room fell eerily quiet, save for the video still playing. Shoto was aware that people were looking at him, but he focused on those crimson eyes that narrowed carefully; white teeth clenched together and he bristled.

'Because I meant it.' Bakugou finally answered. 'She deliberately put herself in danger by being an idiot, which meant I had to save her instead of killing that bastard villain!'

'It was pretty irresponsible of her.' Yaoyorozu spoke up hesitantly. 'But maybe you could've chosen your wording better.'

A few other comments circulated around the class, which prickled Bakugou even more.

'You can't just say stuff like that.'

'Why am I even surprised?'

'It's not very heroic.'

'Or manly.'

'Fuck off, all of you!' He finally snapped. 'I can say what I damn well want!'

'I wouldn't worry, guys.' Midoriya was quick to try and placate the situation, waving his hands in front of him as he took his place at Shoto's side. 'Kacchan says this kind of stuff all the time. He doesn't mean it.'

Shoto expected Bakugou to bite back - scream that he didn't need a damn Deku to defend him - but instead, the blonde simply regarded his rival carefully. That was enough for suspicion to form.

'Midoriya... what do you mean, "all the time"?' He glanced between his two friends. 'He's said this before?'

'You heard the damn nerd! It's just part of my lexicon!' Bakugou snarled. 'Mind your business for once!'

'"Lexicon."' Mineta echoed mockingly.

'Shut your face.'

The pieces fell together. Shoto wasn't an idiot - his classmates liked to call him an airhead, but that didn't mean he was stupid. He knew Bakugou treated Midoriya like shit - until now, he'd remained silent out of respect for Midoriya's wishes - but he couldn't maintain that now. He wanted to know what was going on, and from what (admittedly) little he knew of Midoriya's past, he could hazard a guess.

'You've told Midoriya to kill himself before, haven't you?'

A beat passed, then another; everyone waited for the verdict, but Bakugou’s silence was answer enough. That was then punctuated by Midoriya quickly bolting from the room, a muttered excuse about needing the toilet on his lips.

Shoto watched his friend go - guilty that he'd obviously upset him - then whipped his head back around.

'You're a bastard, Bakugou.' He spoke coldly, clenching his fists. 'I hope you never have to experience someone treating you that way. No one deserves that... but also... fuck you.'

With one last glare, Shoto turned on his heel and strode after Midoriya.

[Part two coming tomorrow]

#i need sleep #tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #anti bakugou #anti bakudeku #izushou #dekutodo #todoizu #todomido #tw suicide baiting #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: past bullying

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Saz and Elliot Big Post

Here's some Saz and Elliot stuff. I'm still fucking around with this. And I'm still iffy about this scene with Saz and Elliot. Been rewriting this off and on and am playing a dangerous game of using what I've written in my notebook as guidelines and not a draft XD. Let's go Fucked at Five. Note also I really like fucking around with the narration.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @liv-is (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

Elliot looked up at the bear morpher. Close enough to rest face first in Saz's chest. Careful to not hit her with the one antler staying strong. The other sadly tossed after the exhaustion of being taunted by the much larger deer morpher, Ian, for having it secured with tape. Keeping his face hidden in her hoodie he raised his arms to Saz's face.

"I gotta tell you how this is gonna work." Elliot squished Saz's face uncaring of the minor resistance, "So I gotta get a standing of how well you can handle yourself in a fight. And that's a perfect time to work on your morphing."

"So you're gonna beat on me? Wow. I know I'm sturdy but there's gotta be a better way." Saz rested her hand on top of Elliot's head mirth in her tone not yet bothering to push him off just yet.

"Love the enthusiasm." Elliot grinned against the fabric, joy flowing off of his sarcasm, "You basically joined a war effort. So you have to get used to it."

Saz starred off for a moment. Yeah she had done wrestling back when she was "human". But the bear morpher was conflicted. Fairly so. She shifted the focus back, with a suck of the teeth.

"How's fighting you supposed to help with my morphing?"

Elliot finally pulled away from her. Hair frazzled from the movement.

"A lot of people first morph in high stress situations. You know. Anger and fear can play a big part too." The deer morpher flinched a little catching onto the quick souring of Saz's mood, "Your's was a... Bit unnatural. But you should still be—"

Saz rolled her eyes, her closed fist hitting her chest, "I was drugged. Say it how it is. I was drugged with some mystery pill and I—"

The bear morpher sucked in a harsh breath and released it shakily. Interrupting herself. There was no need to recount what happened. She was drugged, she morphed for the first time ever, got tranqued, and almost killed. Almost? Her teeth sank into the throat of and her claws has to puncture some organs. There was so much blood. She could almsot remember how violently she reacted to the taste when she had returned to her human form.

The bear morpher squeezed her eyes shut now clasping her hands together. She grit her teeth, squeezing her hands together as tight as she could.

The deer morpher moved in cautiously. He knew how easily he could make the situation worse.

"Saz."

Saz opened an eye looking down at Elliot.

"If it makes you feel any better the way I'm gonna piss you off will definitely replace all that other stuff." Elliot tried, offering what might just be true.

The bear morpher opened her other eye. A small snicker slipped past.

"Don't you already do that?"

Elliot laughed, "Glad you're feeling better asshole."

Saz hummed shortly, "I don't. Not really. But I'd rather not spiral in front of you."

Elliot huffed at that one, "We'll have to talk this out eventually. Especially if that's what's in the way of you morphing."

Saz slowly sat. Her arms outstretched behind her. Focusing on the subtle pull in her shoulders.

"Thought you said it was a stress response."

"And I said when you first morph, usually."

"So there's exceptions?"

"There's always exceptions."

Deer and bear stared at each other blankly. Bear sighed exasperated.

"So it's complicated and not set in stone. So what makes you so sure fighting is the way?"

"Two birds one stone Saz. You're more than welcome to find someone else. I'm not the best with this stuff." Elliot stated honestly.

"You're very lucky you're my best friend." Saz said unamused.

Elliot shot up a double thumbs up, "Get up. Guard up."

Saz groaned and stood. Arm in front of her face and an arm tucked in at her side. She grunted out a soft ready.

Elliot rolled his head around his neck. Already used to the uneven distribution of weight jutting out of his skull. He moved in quickly throwing a couple of punches to test Saz's block. Noting that it was solid but had a lot of gaps.

His fist lodged itself into her side. She staggered in the direction of his follow through. Grunting when his fist met her jaw. She hissed at the pain turning her back to him when she saw another punch coming.

He grinned a little glad to see he faked her out and went for the back of her knees sure she'd crumple. Saz stood strong, maybe a small shake in her next step. That wasn't important. She grinned this time. Turning around to face him, tackling him to the ground.

He briefly panicked. Laughing involuntarily when he felt Saz's hand cradle the back of his head. Sure to not let his skull hit the ground without some sort of cushion.

She moved quickly, sitting on his stomach. Elliot's laughs came out on wheezes. Gasping when her hand clasped his face. A pleased hum slipped past Saz's lips.

"Again."

Elliot's remaining antler broke off. Saz moved off of him and hoped he wouldn't notice. Or wasn't as attached. Prepping for the next match.

#writeblr #long post #random writes #doodles attached at the bottom

[egg-emperor]

this might be too,, vague idk,, but a scenario i'm curious about; if someone were to be in emotional distress, would eggman provide any kind of comfort/advice? does it just depend on if it benefits him to do so? and on the person it is? or do they just get laughed at and teased regardless of the situation??

Because of Eggman's narcissism and low empathy, I don't see him genuinely being the most caring and comforting in such situations. He won't be able to relate to or understand other's feelings and he doesn't have the care in him to learn to do so, and he's just not equipped or interested in dealing with it all around. He will have a disconnected silent demeanor towards it that can make him seem quite cold, or an amused cruel rude mocking one, depending on the circumstances.

But yes, like everything else in life, I'd say that it's all dependent on whether it benefits him personally to attempt to do so and the best method with that in mind. This has been the case in the games, such as attempting to motivate Sonic to keep going after Tails was kidnapped in Lost World because he still needed him to help him get past the Zeti so he could betray him. But when Sonic turns around in anguish, he just shrugs, clearly not genuinely empathizing.

With this term in mind, I can see him attempting comfort and advice on those he's partnered up with for any reason, having a truce with because it helps his image and the trust, or his lackeys in the cases it works best- though depending on who it is, he could deliver it in a colder crueler way belittling their feelings which makes them pull themselves together because he's made them feel silly. He prefers this because it's faster and he doesn't have to perform more care lol

But again, it depends on who it is and the circumstances and what works best for the certain person. I feel he has multiple methods. One through belittling their struggle and barking at them to get up and keep going, another through offering some casual advice and knowledge, and another even through performing full on care and softness but that's his most dishonest manipulative method because he doesn't really care and has the most sinister reasonings behind it.

He's not the type to care about what the correct appropriate way to get someone back on their feet is either, it can come off as rude or cold even if he is supposed to be trying to perform it. While his methods can differ, he's absolutely the kind to tell someone to just stop crying, put their chin up, and man up. Because while it was in a slightly different context as it was towards silliness instead of sadness/fear/etc, he has actually said that and that sure is Eggman alright. XD

Yet that's actually what one can consider a "nicer" way that he could react to someone in distress, over how he could just judge and mock someone for being soft because we know that's something we know he sees as a weakness in Battle.

I feel most would prefer to hear the former from him if anything XD

The actual "nicest" he could be about it is just giving a few words of advice, mostly based on anecdotes of his experiences if he feels it will help the most on the terms of how it will benefit him as always. It may or may not work because he's self focused about it and uses it as an opportunity to brag about his strength to keep going when things get tough, and they might not be able to relate- but he can relate even less to them with his lack of empathy. And they're not the most conventional words at that but hey.

While not canon and I gotta emphasize since I talk about game Eggman specifically, I think the way he talked to Chris in episode 49 of X was a pretty accurate way for him to go about it, delivering harsh truths with a little anecdote from personal experiences thrown in, but could ultimately be helpful depending on how they take it and what they do with it. But he's not going to sugarcoat it, he keeps it brutally honest in cases he's not lying and manipulating.

Unless he's decided it's a case where high manipulation and deceit is the best method. Which brings us to the worst way he can attempt it- what's actually the sweetest, kindest, most caring he can seem. When he's read into them and realized only this would work and tries to perform it. With gentle seeming gestures of physical comfort and sweet words spoken with a soft voice but they're not real and it has very sinister intentions. This is when he's most dangerous.

He can just be cruel and rude and mocking but that's most often only towards his outright enemies when he's not in a truce with them and doesn't have to perform anything for the benefits. Then he'll look down on and scoff and belittle them as much as he pleases. Or he'll do this with some of his own lackeys and creations, as long as he knows that it will make them feel silly or weak and will lead to them calming down in obedience and fear instead of wanting to betray.

When it comes to my self insert stuff, when I'm down and feeling a need for comfort, I imagine Eggman letting me hug him but not returning it, he just lets it happen but looks detached because he can't be emotionally invested in it but it's just comforting to be in his presence and warmth and he's really cuddly, so it's enough hehe. Then I imagine him just quietly mumbling a few small words of advice and that's it. And it's on the terms of me being a useful servant to him.

It's not much but it can have it's positives if it's something that works for you. It personally would for me because I prefer that people don't make a huge fuss and coddle me but just keep it real and even just be there at all, maybe offering some helpful advice no matter how small, even if it's harsh. And Eggman does it all for disingenuous reasons but hey it can actually work! Plus I accept his narcissism and low empathy so his real terms behind it are fine by me too. XD

I have various scenario ideas for different situations with different people, circumstances, and different methods I listed here, ranging from the kind where he's cruel and mocking, to when he gives attempted advice and anecdotes with harsh truths, to the darkest most manipulative method where he performs much deeper care than he feels with sweet words and gestures. I might share some in time because it's interesting to me to explore his methods and his terms!

#I've thought about this a lot so have my rambling XD #dr eggman #dr. eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #asks #headcanons #my post #comfort

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Honestly one of my favourite things about ruoyao is how unhinged a ship it is! Like okay WRH and MY are fundamentally different people but they fit together very nicely! WRH is very capricious and MY knows how to deal with capricious people, WRH seems to be one of the few people in the entire novel to elevate people purely on merit (see: MY, WZL, WQ) and thag drives me nuts!

Like are you serious??? The unhinged megalomaniac is better at recognising and rewarding talent than everyone here??? Says a lot about the jianghu. In the same vein, he seems like the one person that would 100% respect his mom, without being awkward about it because he doesn't give two craps about social conventions or propriety

The same way I don't think MY's kindness is a facade, I don't think his cruelty in WRH's court is one either! MY can be very unhinged and cruel himself when he's pushed to it! (see: JGS's death)

There's also the fact WRH treated him better than anyone until that point (except for LXC) and like, obviously MY was playing a role in Qinshang, but it wasn't a role necessarily antithetical to his character!

It's really fun to explore the whirlwind of emotion MY was dealing with at that point! The power, the rush of WRH's respect and care, so on!

I've read every ruoyao dynamic under the sun (wen-gongzi, wen-furen, codependency, sexy torture times, etc.) And they drive me crazy!!!! Have you seen manhua WRH's reaction to being killed? He doesn't look like he's angry and wants to rage and kill! He looks confused and devastated like he doesn't understand why his talented Yao'er would do this!

It's about the potential. Like yeah WRH is basically a cartoon villain in the books but he's so fun to toy with with the little info we have! One thing that I like to believe about him is that he 100% adores his family! Hurt WX or WC or MY? He'll skin you. He was probably about to shatter baxia and have MY skin NMJ when he died

AAAAHHHH You get me!!!

YES! They are different ppl but they align so well with each other! As you said WRH is the kind to do whatever the hell he wants, and one thing MY is great at is accommodating, and he has no issues with that so long as his own needs are met too, and woULD YOU LOOK AT HOW HE ACTUALLY GOT RECOGNIZED!

And WZL! I forgot about him, but YES, that dude not only got accepted in the sect, he even was given the Wen name! LIKE PLS WRH was going around collecting talented rejects :')

Oh, I totally agree with your assessment of MY. I believe he was an inherently good person, but he was more than capable of cruelty. He probably had to exaggerate a bit in Qishan, but he definitely had what it took already, that cold blood is just something you can't fake, no matter how good an actor. And you know, that's what I love about Wen Yao, that he could be fully himself like that, he didn't have to hide his "dark" side nor pretend to be better to not hurt others' sensibilities bc, as good as he may have been at his core, he was not all about pure righteousness. He understood nuance and the need for harsh measures, and only with the Wen was it properly appreciated (but not exploited and abused like JGS did)

There are so many flavors to the ship indeed! I mean, you are still not going to get the healthiest pairing out of ruoyao lol, but you can get some wonderful codependence or the ever so delicious "I'm horrible to everybody but never to you" dynamics :'D

Ahhh the manhua!! I made this post some time ago PRECISELY bc I was going insane over how crushed WRH was when he discovered his Yao'er betraying him! He wasn't angry, he just couldn't understand why T-T

Lol he's a wonderful cartoon villain XD. It's about his potential as well, how we can have fun with the bits and pieces of info bc those are actually telling. And I do agree that he cared about his family, even if he wasn't aware of how he came off to them (aka that one donghua scene with WC kneeling), bc we would have been told otherwise since this is the Horrible Fathers novel :P. Also iirc, the whole "torture of NMJ right in front of him" thing was bc he killed WX, sooooo...

#replies #wen ruohan #meng yao #jin guangyao #ruoyao #mdzs #am I a bit (a lot) delulu? Yes #am I having too much fun with this? Also yes #I'm actually going rabid over them and I'm overjoyed at being validated with my niche rareship :')

[miniwheat77]

Hot. (Alejandro X Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, Alejandro being a fucking animal 😫, (sorry if I missed any)

Summary: Reader is down bad for Alejandro

This is not proofread I’m at work and don’t have time just yet XD

Alejandro is skilled. Quiet, a great shot, can fight incredibly well. He works really well under pressure despite having a bad temper. He’s caring, he’s loving. He takes care of his soldiers. He’s got everything going for him.

Sometimes, he’s aggressive. On occasion he’ll let his emotions get the best of him, but something you noticed pretty quickly, was that he was like a caged animal when he was angry. You were apart of Task Force 141, working alongside Alejandro when Los Vaqueros met up with 141. You took a liking to him right away. Loving how kind he was. You met him, shook his hand. And melted right into his touch. Your closer friends in 141 noticed how different you acted around him and caught on pretty quickly. Teasing you for your crush on the Colonel. You did your best to ignore them. After the fight with Hassan was over, a few of you decided to stay around. Helping Alejandro rebuild his base. Raising money, getting donations for machinery. Everything.

It took a while for the massive base to be fully rebuilt, but when it was, it was stunning. A masterpiece. After it was built, Alejandro asked everyone from 141 to stay. Help in the fight. A couple agreed, a couple went him. You obviously agreed to stay. You fell in love with the place and the people here. Not just because they had a very appealing leader, but because you got along with them. Of course, if Captain Price needed your assistance at all, you’d be on the first flight out of there. But for now, you were going to spend your time there. You got along with Rudy very well, even met his children and wife. She was beautiful and nice. An amazing cook.

Alejandro took a liking to you right away. Not only are you a good soldier, but you follow orders like no one he’s ever seen. You work your ass off, always have a positive attitude, and you’re an amazing addition to his team. After a few months of you on base, he gets used to you being around. He especially likes that you soothe his newest recruits after he lashes out at them. He had heard around base that you did your best to calm them down, become a peacemaker. He didn’t know it until he heard it for himself.

He had gotten a little aggressive with a new recruit for falling asleep on watch. He was probably a little more harsh than he needed to be, but he was on edge lately. He was on his way to find the recruit when he spotted you approaching him already. He was sitting in the mess hall at one of the round tables. “Hey. It’s okay.” You smile, passing him one of your MRE’s. “I’m not going to eat it, you take it.” You smile. “I know it’s tough getting yelled at like that, but I hope you know the reason he does it.” You sigh, sitting down next to him. He looks up at you, clearly upset still. “He doesn’t make strong soldiers by being soft, you know? You’re his brother now, you work alongside him. He doesn’t want to see you die, and if that means he has to be tough on you, it just does.” He nods his head. You lay your hand over stop of his. “He doesn’t hate you, he probably thinks you’re a good soldier. He just doesn’t want to lose any of his brothers or sisters. None of us do.” He nods his head. “That one has Vanilla pound cake in it. It’s really good.” You smile. Patting him on the back as you go to walk away. He grasps your hand, stopping you. “Gracias, I appreciate your kindness señorita.” He mumbles. You smile at him. “comer hasta” is the last thing you say before walking away.

After hearing that, Alejandro pays a little more attention to you. Your kindness knows no bounds. You have no enemies on base. You are kind and friendly to everyone. Alejandro likes it. You get called into his office and immediately drop what you’re doing. Making your way for his office. You send him a smile when you walk inside. He motions for you to sit down in front of his desk. You jump slightly when he throws an MRE on top of it. You narrow your eyes looking up at him, confused. “Heard you talking to the new recruit.” He smiles. Your eyes widen slightly. “Oh.. uh. I’m really sorry, I know I shouldn’t have overstepped I just-“

Him laughing cuts you off. You freeze up, body going rigid. “Relax Cariño.” He smiles. He leans back against his desk, resting his hands back on it. You relax slightly. “I think what you’re telling them is very kind. You make me seem like less of a dick to them. Te admiro.” He smiles. “Oh uh.. thank you.” You blush. “You’re a valuable asset to me.” He smiles. You look down at your hands, cheeks very red. He notices the way you’re responding to him. It’s like he’s caught you off guard. “Thank you sir. I appreciate it.” You smile. “Keep it up, and here.” He passes you the MRE. “For the one you gave away.” He smiles. “Thank you.” You smile.

—

Alejandro really liked you, not in a romantic way. But you were just one of his favorite soldiers.

He hasn’t looked at a woman in a romantic way in a long time, he liked to keep himself away from all of that. No feelings he’s ever had were ever strong enough to stick. None of them were strong enough to last while he worked. His parents always harassed him, wondering when he was going to have kids. He always shrugged them off, saying it would happen eventually.

He’s exhausted. It’s close to one in the morning. He’s just finished up all of the paperwork he’d fallen behind on overtime. He decided to stay up late and take the next day off since he was up late. He’s passing by the men’s and women’s showers, trying to make sure everything is okay and in order. Everyone should be asleep. He hears a moan come from the women’s showers, eyebrows furrowing. He had a strict rule when it came to his base. No relations with anyone on base at all. He knows he shouldn’t barge in, but it’s late and he just wants to go to his room. He opens the door, closing it behind him. He can hear a shower going, clearly an attempt to conceal any noises. When he steps up, he can see the naked form of someone, as he inches closer, he sees that it’s you. But to his surprise, there’s no one else with you. You’ve got a hand clamped down around your mouth, fingers knuckle deep inside of yourself as you pump them in and out. You’re soaking wet from the water running over you, and Alejandro is frozen. He can’t tear his eyes away from you. His body is frozen, eyes drinking in every inch of you. He can feel himself hardening in his cargo pants, breathing out. You tilt your head back, crying out into your hand. It’s clear that you’ve just reached your high. Alejandro snaps himself out of his daze, quickly going for the door before you turn the shower off and hear him.

You finish your shower, redressing yourself and making your way out. You don’t expect anyone else to be out at this hour, it’s passed curfew anyways. You’re ringing your hair out with a towel when you open the door, almost running right into the last person you want to see. A gasp leaves your lips and he crosses his arms. “It’s late.” He mumbles. “I.. I couldn’t sleep so I wanted to take a shower to.. relax.” You swallow hard. He takes a step toward you, and you step back. Your back hitting the wall as he moves in closer. “Don’t disobey the rules, Cariño. You don’t want to see me angry.” He mumbles. His face is only a few inches from yours. You nod your head. “Y-yes sir.” You swallow hard. With that, he spins around, walking away from you. Had he heard you? That one moan you accidentally let out, it was loud. Maybe he heard it. You pray he hadn’t.

You quickly rush to the women’s barracks, ready to forget what just happened.

Alejandro is struggling when finally gets into his room. He didn’t see you like that, so what was he feeling? Was he really this touch starved? He palms himself through his pants, wincing uncomfortably. He wanted to fix this problem, but he didn’t have the patience for it. It was always so hard to finish. He’d given up on it completely. It usually would just go away in its own, but this time. He just couldn’t help it. Tugging his cargo pants down his legs, he started pumping himself in his hand, feeling more sensitive than usual. Maybe there was something with you that brought something out of him.

—

You wanted to open up to a few of your friends on base about what had happened, but didn’t want to embarrass yourself any more than you already had. You were embarrassed for the entire day afterward, thankful you hadn’t seen him for most of the day. Not until later anyways.

You’re helping a few new recruits train, and after a mishap with a target, he was going off on one of them. Being more aggressive than he needed to be. You set your gun down, stepping in front of the recruit. “This is not your place.” He breathes. “I approved it, if you’re going to be mad at anyone be mad at me.” He’s still angry. You dismiss the recruit, which pisses him off even further. “You do not have the authority. Do not step on my toes.” He growls. You stare at him, face completely emotionless as you stare at him. “Like I said, I approved it. If you want to be mad, be mad at me.” He grits his teeth, hard. “My office. Now.” He growls. He begins walking and you follow after him, having someone else take over for you. He opens his office door and you step inside, closing it behind you. “You do not undermine me. Do you understand?” He breathes. “Yes sir.” You look up at him. “I hope you’re not just covering for them.”

“I’m not a liar.”

A snort leaves his lips. Making you look at him in confusion. “If you’re not a liar tell me what you were doing in the showers last night.” He crosses his arms. Your eyes widen. “I couldn’t sleep so I was trying to relax.” He doesn’t miss the way that you avoid eye contact with him. He takes a deep breath, walking around the desk. His mind is going crazy. He hasn’t had feelings like this for a very long time. Not for years. His cock is hard, and he’s already got beads of sweat forming at his hairline. He closes his eyes for a second. “You know, for how big this place is, gossip spreads fast.” He leans up against his desk. You look nervous and confused. “I know about your little crush on me, have for some time now.”

You look down, avoiding his strong gaze.

He grits his teeth, stepping forward. Lifting your chin to look at him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” You whimper at his touch, your eyes want to flutter closed but you force them open. “What’s gotten into you hm? You’re always such a good girl and now? Chica mala.” He mumbles. You swallow hard. “I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I- I do have a crush on you.” You breathe out. Voice is unsteady and desperate. “But I can stay away, I know that nothing will ever come of it.” He’s still got a tight grip on your chin. “I’m sorry that I broke your rules Colonel, I promise it won’t happen again.” You’re looking up at him. So desperate to please him. “You can make it up to me, hermosa.” He breathes. “Okay, I’ll do anything.” You nod your head lightly and he leans against the back of your chair, grasping your hand and lifting it enough. He rests your hand on the front of his cargo pants. Holding it there by pressing the palm of his hand against the back of yours. Your eyes widen and you look away from him to see what he’s doing. You gulp, and he smiles at this. “Go on.” He mumbles. You take a deep breath and he draws his hand away. Relieved when you keep yours on him. You’ve never done anything like this before. Nerves shot through you. You start palming him, earning a groan from him. He rocks his hips into your hand, desperate for your touch. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.” He groans. He lifts his shirt slightly, giving you a view of his lower stomach. His pants sat low on him, showing off the v-line leading down to his cock. He brushes over your bottom lip with his left hand, his right still resting on the arm of the chair.

He pushes his thumb between your lips, and you open your mouth so that he can push it in further. Sucking down on it. Dribbles of your drool drip off of his thumb onto your chin. “Fuck- on your knees soldier.” He breathes. You obey immediately and he leans back against his desk, holding onto it. “Show me what a good girl you are.” He mumbles. You move forward, looking up at him as you reach for his belt. You slide the leather through the metal piece, pulling it back. Once you’ve got it unbuckled, his cargo pants are next. You unbutton them, unzipping them. You tug them down his thighs just enough. You grasp his boxers, pulling them down and freeing his hard cock. He’s much larger than you expected. You pump him a couple times before leaning forward, taking the tip into your mouth. Sucking gently at it. His thighs weaken and he clutches the desk for dear life. “Si como esa bebe” he gasps. “Fucking good girl.” He moans. You take him down further, starting to hollow your cheeks, sucking harder and harder until the suction sounds are lewd. He watches you take him down. “Look at me.” He breathes.

Your eyes flickering up to him, staring up at him through your eyelashes. He’s lucky he doesn’t bust right there. “You going to be a good girl?” He asks. Running his fingers over your bulged cheek. Mouth so full of him. He smirks. You’re completely at his mercy, not even hesitating to please him. You moan around him, clearly agreeing. “I’ll teach you baby. Show you why you shouldn’t disobey me.” He breathes. You moan around him again. He tilts his head back, swallowing hard. You’re already getting him close. So close. He wraps a hand in your hair, forcing you down into him further. He forces you down as far as you can take him, eyes rolling back as you swallow around him. You start to turn red from him cutting off your oxygen. “You’re mine. I control you. I’ll tell you when you can fucking breathe.” He growls. Holding you still until your eyes start to flutter closed. He finally lets you go and you slide completely off of him, gasping for air. He chuckles at you.

“Tan patética.”

He grasps your arm, pulling you up no problem. He grasps your thighs, lifting you up onto his desk. The way that he man handles you has your cheeks flushing. He grasps your pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down your legs, spotting panties that definitely weren’t proper military apparel. “Bad girl.” He smirks. They’re red lacy panties. You’re thankful you wore them. He grasps the hem of them, pulling them down your thighs. “Not exactly military approved baby.” He chuckles. “Have to wear something that makes me feel like a woman.” You blush. He smiles. “I can make you feel like a woman, no panties needed.” He smirks. You tilt your head back, blushing hard. He laughs, knowing that he’s gotten to you. He pushes your shirt up over your hips, pushing you back further onto his desk. He breathes. Licking his lips. He lowers himself, rubbing his thumb over your clit. “Bonita coño” he moans, lowering his face into you. You gasp when you feel his tongue, clutching hard at the edge of his desk “You’re going to be my good girl, yeah?” He moans into you. Tongue flicking back and fourth over your pussy. “Yes- yes sir!” You pant. He smiles into you, looking up at you. You’ve got your head tilted back. Lips parted. He sucks at your clit, swirling his tongue over you. He knows he’s good at this, it’s one thing he really enjoyed doing. You taste so sweet, and he could spend hours with his face buried between your thighs. A mewl leaves your lips, and he can tell by the way your clit is starting to throb that you’re getting close. He holds your thighs tightly. You’re panting hard, trying to clamp your thighs shut. “Keep your legs open.” He growls. “I, I can’t. I’m sorry-“ you whimper. “It’s so much.” You sob. He growls, pinning your hips to the desk and holding onto your thighs tightly. He keeps up his abuse on your clit and you cry out, louder than you intend to. Your hips buck up, and you try to close your legs but he keeps them open. Riding out your high on his tongue.

“Are you a virgin?” He asks. You shake your head. “Good. I don’t have to be gentle.” He adjusts himself, lining his cock up with your opening and sinking himself inside of you. He’s gripping your ankles as he starts to thrust himself inside of you. The air leaves your lungs, gasping in a breath as he starts to fuck you. Your eyes fill with tears at the overstimulation. They stream down your face and you’re moaning out, squirming around beneath him. “Quédate quieta, niña patética” he growls. He slides out of you, growing frustrated. He’s horny and he’s desperate to cum. He lifts you up, flipping you around so that you’re on your hands and knees. He pulls you back by your hips until you’re right on the edge of the desk. He holds your hips as he slides himself into you again. Groaning out. He rests his hands on your ankles once more, clutching onto you as he starts to thrust into you. The way that you feel so tightly wrapped around him, it’s almost too much. He can’t remember the last time he’s had sex. His high is approaching pathetically fast. He grasps your hips, thrusting faster. He needs to get you to another high.

If there’s one thing about Alejandro, he always takes care of his women. The desk is usually sturdy, but it slides against the floor with each hard thrust he takes, and he prays that nobody walks by and hears what’s going on behind his door. Their Colonel breaking his own rules by fucking you on his desk. You’re panting hard, moaning out for him. You can’t see his face but he’s smirking. You’re at his complete mercy. “Feels better than your fingers right baby? I saw you. Saw you with you fingers knuckle deep in this little pussy. So desperate to cum. I bet you feel so much better than that hm?” He smiles. You nod your head. “Yes-“ a gasp leaves your lips when he slaps your ass. “It feels so good.” You cry. You feel so full, something you weren’t used to. He grasps hold of your hair pulling you back into him. His lips right at your ear, his other hand wrapping around your stomach. He moves it lower to rub circles at your clit, feeling you start to squirm. He attacks your neck with his mouth, until you’re moaning louder. “Such a good fucking girl.” He moans. “Thank me.” He smirks. “I’m fucking you, making you feel so good even though you disobeyed me. I’m making your dreams come true even when you don’t deserve it. Fucking agradeceme.” A gasp leaves your lips, you’re right on the edge. “Thank you Colonel. I don’t deserve it, I know I don’t, thank you, thank you!” You’re chanting it. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, hips hammering into yours. You’re right on the edge. You grasp his built arms, holding onto him. “Alejandro- I’m going to cum!” You cry. He can feel your tears dripping off of your chin onto his arms and he smiles. “Beg me for it baby. Demuéstrame que te lo mereces.” He resumes attacking your neck, smiling when you reach your own hand down to rub circles on your sensitive nub. “Please make me cum-“ you gasp. “Please let me cum- please- I’ll be a good girl. I won’t disobey you again- I’m yours- all yours.”

His lips are right next to your ear. His deep voice rattles your brain. “Fucking cum for me.”

Another sob leaves your lips and he covers your mouth with his hand to conceal the moans that leave them. You relax forward, sobbing into his hand. His hips stutter as he reaches his own high, filling you to the hilt with his own orgasm. Holding your hips against his. Trying to keep his filth inside of you for as long as possible. You’re breathing hard, thighs shaking violently from how rough he’s been. He’s panting hard. Leaving kisses behind your ear. He wraps his hands around your stomach again, hugging you from behind. He slides himself out of you, pressing his forehead to the middle of your back, hissing as he slides out of you. “Fuck.. I’m sorry if I was too rough.” He breathes. “No.. no. It.. was amazing.” You breathe. Cheeks burning bright. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Going to get me into trouble.” He chuckles. You giggle, the sound makes his heart thump in his chest. “Did.. did you see me last night?” You ask. He moves you until you’re sitting on the edge of his desk and he’s moved between your thighs. “By accident. I heard.. a cry. So I went inside to check on whoever it was. It was late, I didn’t think..” he breathes. “I saw you. Couldn’t tear my fucking eyes off of you.” He chuckles. He lifts your chin, leaning down. He presses his lips to yours, feeling your body tense up. You really like him. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed and he can tell you’re in a daze. His touch sends you right into a subspace and he can’t help but chuckle at you.

He helps you down from his desk, chuckling when your knees buckle under you. He holds you up until you steady yourself. “Take the rest of the day off, go rest. I’ll go make sure everyone at the range is good.” He glides a hand over your thigh. “These are mine, by the way.” He snags your panties.

—

The next day, he’s following Rudy to his office. “Where are they?” He asks. “Top drawer.” Alejandro nods to his desk. He’s waiting in the doorway for Rudy to pick up the paperwork. His eyes widen when he remembers. “Rudy wait!” He yelps. But it’s too late, Rudy has already opened the drawer, eyes widening as he pinches the fabric between his fingers, lifting it up. “Colonel. Breaking your own rules I see.”

“Put it down and let’s go.” He groans. Rudy shoves them to the side, picking up the stack of paperwork. He chuckles as he follows Alejandro out into the hallway. “Who is it?” Rudy asks, just as you happen to pass by, avoiding eye contact with Alejandro like it’s the plague. Cheeks brightening a little bit as you pass by. Rudy glances behind himself at you. “Never mind.” He nudges Alejandro with his elbow. Alejandro is blushing, giving Rudy a shove. “Better quit before I give you 50 push ups, hermano.” He laughs. “She’s real pretty. Got a nice body. Maybe you should pursue it.” Rudy shrugs. “I’m going to.” Alejandro mumbles. “Now leave me alone.” He laughs.

“Not a chance.”

#call of duty mw2 #soap mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #captain john price #price mw2 #alejandro mw2 #captain price #johnny soap mactavish #mw2 smut #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas

[inkovert]

Find the Word tag

Tagged by: @chauceryfairytales. My words were pot, coat, mark and outside. can you believe I prepared a full post searching for the words that you had to use for your own tag

Tagging: @writingbyricochet @junypr-camus @sageswriteblr @kiki-is-writing. Your words are shine, scream, fill and silver (me and my continual alliterations (thank you akindofmagictoo this was the word I was looking for lol))

Gonna do something radical here and share some non-angsty excerpts from MDE for once xD

P O T

“Yo.” Jeremy stepped into the room. “Where’s Mom?” “Upstairs taking a call.” The sound of footsteps pressing into the carpet, and then an outstretched hand in my periphery. “Touch my food and you lose an arm.”  He grunted. “You’re not even eating it.” “Jer, there’s food in the kitchen literally ten steps away from you.” “Yeah, but then I’ve gotta open cabinets and grab a plate and utensils then scoop it out the pot. That’s a lot of work.” I twisted around, pouting at him mockingly. “Oh my god, you’re literally living the hardest life. Would you like me to play you a song on the world’s smallest violin?” A laugh came from behind me. Jeremy threw a glare to his right.  “What? That was funny,” Eli said.

C O A T (from first draft of MDE)

I blinked, momentarily entranced. Something warm expanded inside my chest and pervaded my skin, like being embraced by a snug blanket.  [Spencer's] brows furrowed and I realized I hadn't spoken yet.  "Hi!" The word spilled out so abruptly that I cringed. I cleared my throat. "Hello." My eyes roamed his face. "You cut your hair."  His hand flew up to his head. "Oh. Yeah. Just a trim. Was long overdue." "It looks...sharp."  Sharp? Are you fucking kidding me? He squinted at me, the corners of his mouth quirking with an uncertain smile. "Uh, thanks...?"  I kept my eyes on the floor out of sheer embarrassment. "I can take your coat."  

M A R K

Just as he left, a harsh shove came from behind me. “What were you and Heart Eyes talking about?” My lip curled. “You’re a walking pheromone detector, I swear.”  “So you admit you were releasing pheromones.” Mira raised a brow suggestively.  “Not all pheromones are for mating, smartass. They can be released in response to fear, to mark territory, designate animal trails —“  “How about we skip the National Geographic lesson and you just answer my question.” 

O U T S I D E

I continued working on my calc homework. Several minutes passed with no response and I started rethinking the sincerity of my reply. Why had I been so transparent? And with Spencer of all people? Outside of my family, Mira mattered more to me than anything in this world and bearing those sentiments to anyone left me feeling uncomfortably exposed. Whatever. I’d said what I needed to say. Now I could move on and part ways with Spencer without feeling like I owed him anything.  To my surprise, he passed the paper back.  Saw what you did for your friend. Nice to know that insufferable attitude of yours can be used for good A slow grin spread through my lips.  I scrawled back a reply. Careful. That almost sounded like a compliment  Don’t get used to it

#tag game #wip: MDE #see guys MDE isn't *all* angst

[lieutenant-amuel]

Hey. There's something I'd like to share with you: a "Scepter of Light" episode missing scene. So, during the two days when Elena was asleep, Mateo (and maybe Naomi too) gets angry at Gabe for what happened to Elena and tells him that Elena was so close to defeat Orizaba, but he ruined it by "protecting" her and he also put Isabel in danger by bringing her to the battle which cost Elena her last remaining strength and put her in current state. When Gabe hears the words "If Elena never wakes up, it will be your fault.", he realizes that he truly is responsible for what happened and while protecting Elena is his duty, he shouldn't stand in her way if he wants her still alive and doesn't want to repeat the same situation.

I know it's a little harsh, but there has to be a little tension to make Gabe realize some of his mistakes.

What do you think?

This is a very cool idea, I love it!

Oh, and thank you for mentioning this episode, I now have an excuse to share some of my old observations that I’ve never shared before because I couldn’t find a fitting context for it. And wow, I’ll write it as a post, not tags.

So, we all know that Gabe referred to Elena as “a princess” in the first half of season 1, and the first time we hear him calling her by her name is in “The Scepter of Light.” We hear it twice.

This episode takes place after “Prince Too Charming” where we can see Gabe and Elena getting a bit closer and less formal, so this is why I like to think that we get to see a birth of their friendship in this episode that unsuccessfully continues in “The Scepter of Light.”

Gabe tries to protect her from Orizaba as her friend, not her guard. But he fails. And later on, in Navidad, we hear him calling her by her title and acting formal around her again.

All I want to say is that we see a slight step forward in the development of Gabe and Elena’s relationship, but then it comes back, because Gabe thinks he can’t be a good friend to Elena and serves her better as a guard (which also continues in “Olaball” until the moment Gabe opens up to Elena)

Far-fetched? Extremely. But who cares. I’ve been in a strong Gabe mood today so I had to speak out XD

Thanks for sharing your idea!

#Ask me anything #Okay I’ll tag #Elena of Avalor #I don’t expect it to be a breakthrough or anything tho :’D #Gabriel Nunez #Gabe Nunez #Something like analysis

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For the wholesome ask meme!

1 for Dima and his brothers

4 for Anara

14 for Chayne

20 for Sunny

And 42 for Em!

1. (For Dima and his brothers) What is their go-to comfort food?

Dima's comfort food is actually blini/crepes with a sweet filling, he also LOVES milkshakes!

Danila loves any kind of dumplings x3

Pyotr likes bbq (or more so he just likes to cook it… FIRE)

Pavel just likes tea (in his favorite cup and saucer is a bonus haha)

4. (For Anara) What is the thing they like the most about their friends and what is the thing their friends like the most about them?

So the only true friend Ana has at the hospital is probably Natalya (the head nurse) ^^; Ana likes Natalya because… I guess the best way I could describe it is, she's like an overly caring and nice aunt xD She's always inviting Anara over to her place for lunch or to gossip about things. She also helps Anara out a lot around the hospital (especially when she was brand new).

Natalya loves Ana because of her charm. She loves how kind, optimistic, and talkative she is (with her and everyone she meets in the hospital). And also how she's not afraid to break Pavel's rules xD

Aaand Pavel… I wouldn't really call them friends, but it's very much a teacher whose proud of their student kind of thing. Anara appreciates his honesty and no bs/blunt approach to stuff (though she does admit he can be too strict/harsh sometimes).

And Pavel appreciates that Anara is open to learning and trying anything, and her determination. Even if she fails at something, she'll bounce back and try again 10 fold. He sees great potential in her in the world of mad medicine.

14. (For Chayne) Quickly, let them give us some life advice!

(oh Chayne pffft)

20. (For Sunny) What is their hidden talent? Is that a skill they’ve been practicing since childhood or just something they happen to know and never had the chance to show? Was it something forced upon them, taught by someone close, or they picked it up themselves?

Singing was his hidden talent for a bit. He only really sung in groups/or with his mom growing up. But once he was in college and needed some extra funds (so did Chayne), they started singing/busking on the side. Sunny also can play ALOT of different instruments! Most were self taught, other times people in the hippie commune taught him, or his dad.

42. (For Em) Let them vent for a second, without the fear of being judged. What would they like to say?

Eeeey, ya'll get a small sneak peak of what I've been cookin haha xD

(some WIP sketch panels ^^)

#waaaa sorry this one took alittle longer to answer!! #i had to gather a few images haha! #dmitri #miss em #sunny #chayne #danila #pyotr #pavel #anara #natalya

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Requesting non-romantic headcanons of the four Weston dorms (separate) having a student in their house that's the go-to inventor and fixer, who always has their head in the clouds about the next thing to make

They fix and make things just fine, it's just the process of making and testing that cause messes in the dorm

Like Violet having to deal with the fact this is the second time they've broken an important pipe, or Greenhill with broken windows after some automatic ball-throwing thingy-majig meant to help them with cricket practice (to be fair, Midford did ask for it) wouldn't turn off

bahahaha this is so good! poor boys XD

Well, it’s sort of like a problem for the dorms, of course. Does he care as much? Hmm… no, not really. Until it starts to directly affect him (here meaning affecting his frequent naps), he doesn’t pay (Name) too much thought. Most of the issues, Edgar tends to sleep through and leave for others.

Most of the time, he leaves all the problems that this person causes to Maurice to sort out. Either him or Joanne, depending on who happens to be available. … It usually falls to Maurice given that he has more of a backbone than Joanne. Edgar essentially shrugs and says, “Cole, take care of it, won’t you?” rather than deal with it himself. It’s half legitimate depression making it difficult for him to actually do things, and half him just being lazy and not feeling like doing things.

About the time that (Name) ‘fixes’ Edgar’s favorite sofa by replacing it with one they made which is too soft and completely swallows him when he sinks into it, that’s when he starts getting involved. They can’t mess with his sleep schedule like this and just think it’s going to be fine! He tries to convince them to stop, threatening Y’s if they don’t at least stop… fixing… things that he frequently uses.

As bothersome as the whole thing is, Gregory is at least more proactive than Edgar in the same situation. While he tries not to be harsh, he doesn’t pull punches in reminding (Name) that, well, they’ve broken the pipe, so they need to fix it now. (Both times, in fact.) He keeps reminding them until it gets done.

If nothing else, he has the honor to not send Cheslock to do his dirty work. Cheslock just gets sent on errands to fetch things. Gregory wants so badly to simply ban (Name) from doing any testing in their dorm. He’s not very diplomatic, either, struggling to find the right way to say, “Listen, I appreciate your fixing things round here, but you have to be more careful not to break other things while you’re fixing the first thing, alright?”

The broken pipes are, quite honestly, the biggest headache that he has to deal with. Being that Violet Wolf is full of artists of all kinds, the dorms are filled with instruments and projects. Any of them getting ruined is more complicated than having to replace books which are already in circulation or sports equipment that wears out quickly. It’s a blow to one’s creativity. And water damage is spectacularly effective in destroying art, writing, and musical instruments. (Name) has to learn how to be more careful in general, but especially he needs them to not break any more pipes lest they want to also break artists’ hearts.

Is potentially the most frustrated by it than his friends would be. Though anyone who had to deal with it would be irritated, Herman has to try extra hard not to let his temper get the best of him. He knows that (Name) is just trying to be of service, which is admirable… so why does it get under his skin so much?? Because they’ve been told multiple times to be more careful and it feels like they just aren’t listening? Dammit. He knows they don’t mean to be so spacey…

At first he’s quite happy to have someone inventing things which will help him and the rest of the house improve their game. He even encourages it. Sports and cricket in particular are something he’s passionate about, so he’s excited to see what they come up with. Until they come up with a machine — at Edward’s request — that pitches balls and happens to also break windows. Clearly things have gone sideways, so he’s fast in getting (Name) to not make any more sports inventions.

He’s so disheartened by the broken windows. They’re a gigantic pain in the rear to fix, and it often means a day or two wasted in replacing the glass depending on how many were broken. In the meantime, the dorm is exposed to cold, rain/snow, or blistering heat, as well as insects. There’s not much help from anyone else because of the house rivalries. So he absolutely recruits (Name) in helping fix it; it’s at least half their fault and half Edward’s for the initial suggestion, so neither of those two are getting out of helping with repairs. And Herman will gladly crack the metaphorical whip if he needs to.

Good Lord, can he have no rest at all? No? Fine, then. He’s endlessly aggravated by the whole situation, but he tries very hard to keep his composure. Lawrence can at least appreciate the intelligence of a scientific mind such as (Name)’s, so he attempts to nurture that. Of course, that’s incredibly hard to do when they keep causing trouble in the dorm despite not meaning to.

He’s another one who might send his fag to deal with this if he’s a bit too busy to do it himself. (Though as opposed to Edgar, Lawrence does so not because of depression or laziness, rather because he genuinely is quite busy with studies and extracurriculars.) Clayton has a sadistic streak which Lawrence finds useful in firmly reminding (Name) that they have something to clean up or that Lawrence needs them to not tinker around with something in a certain area today.

More exhausting than anything is if he has to keep replacing books thanks to (Name)’s inventions. It’s not uncommon that their experiments and projects will end up accidentally tearing apart books entirely or shredding pages or destroying them in some other fashion. Lawrence’s respect for the written word and pride in his dorm’s personal book collection can’t take much more of this! Not to mention that the books are often required for coursework, so it legitimately hurts everyone’s marks. Isn’t (Name) at all bothered by this???

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Edgar #Gregory #Herman #Lawrence #headcanons #platonic #friendship #humor #drama #PLSSSSS ur stressing them out they are Delicate Men xDD #one hell of a queue