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wongyuuu · 5 months

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pairing: seungcheol x f!reader genre: smut word count: 1.6k warnings: minors do not interact, kissing, a little bit of dirty talking, swearing, oral (male), masturbation (female), unprotected sex (please wrap it up kids), sort ot public sex, car sex a/n: not entirely sure how this one happened but here we are i guess. this was not how the story was supposed to go, i had different plans and maybe i'll write them later. if you filled the form to be tagged in my fics but was not tagged for this one, it means that you are either a minor or i didn't find your age anywhere in your blog.

this is part of my series, seventeen as songs from red (ts)

Seungcheol ➝ Red Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly ↳ the sight of seungcheol driving had always been your favorite but when both of you were trying to escape while being chased down by the police, you couldn't help but make things a little more… interesting

“Baby, no, you can’t be serious” Seungcheol complained, his voice a weird mixture of moan and groan as he looked between the road and your hand that was dangerously close to the waist of his jeans.

He looked at you again, but your eyes were focused on the rear windscreen, a small smile playing on your lips as the cops struggled to follow along. Clearly, the police academy should provide driving lessons, because there was no way those men were actually that bad at driving.

“It’s going to be fun” you whispered against his skin.

You pressed your lips over his jawline, right where it connected with his ear, going down his neck, lightly biting into his skin. Your kisses trailed down his neck until his collarbone, where you pressed them over his sweet spot, sucking his skin hard enough to leave a mark.

You enjoyed knowing that his skin was marked by you. It was only fair that he too carried marks after leaving a few of them himself all over your body. It had been hard to explain to your sister, ever so naive, how you had gotten those bruises. She saw you as sincere enough, pure enough, to believe that some of it had been due to your clumsy nature. Good thing she never saw the ones right above your panties and the two on your inner thighs.

“We're going to get caught”

Seungcheol had always been the first one to throw any sort of caution out the window and he was never one to tell you no. If you wanted something, it was yours. If he didn't have what you wanted, he was sure to get it for you. So when you undid the button of his jeans and slid your hand in, pushing his underwear and pants down just enough to set his semi-hard cock free, Seungcheol didn't complain.

His words of caution had been a lot more for you than for him. You had been his quiet and shy girl, who sometimes got scared when the cars were too loud. He wasn't certain when that new version of you had come out, but he knew he liked it a lot.

Truth be told, it wasn't really a new version of you, but a you that was only his to see and know about.

“Do you really want Kyle back there to see me choke on your dick?” you pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth “Imagine the view he's going to get… my ass in this tiny skirt in the air, you dick in my mouth, my eyes filled with tears because you're too big to fit into my mouth but I want to take you all way”

God, he loved it when your mouth got a little dirty.

Seungcheol grabbed your hair, pushing your head down into his cock. You smiled, finally happy that he had given it. You loved that he was willing to pull back but also loved that he didn't hesitate to say yes to you sucking him off.

You licked him, from the base to tip. Your hand pumped him once, twice, three times. A fourth one just for good measure, to be certain that he was almost fully hard before you took him into your mouth.

The moan that left Seungcheol's lips caused a wave of tingles to dance through your body, all the way to your core and you couldn’t help but moan too.

The sounds he made while you sucked him had always turned you on. So to have him driving — probably your favorite thing about him — and moaning for you, while his hand was tangled in your hair, forcing your head down until his dick touched the back of your throat turned you on in ways that you didn't think were possible.

You had never been one for public sex. Not just public, but anywhere near someone else, or where someone else could hear the faintest sound. But with Seungcheol all of your inhibitions had been left behind and he was all that you could see and feel and want.

He went from the hot driver who helped you escape an illegal race, to the hot driver/boyfriend you were sucking off while being chased down by the cops.

“Balls too” you managed to pull back long enough to say.

You pushed Seuncheol's jeans a little further down, glad he was willing to help by raising him hips just enough. Once all of him was out for you, you leaned over him again. Your hand was on his cock while your mouth was busy a little more down.

He let out a grunt when you grazed him with your teeth, moaning again when you took him again. His hand was back in your hair, maybe it had never even left, guiding you up and down, at the pace he liked the most. As if you didn't know it already, as if you hadn't memorized it.

“I love your mouth, so much,” he said, holding your head down “You take me so well, baby”

Tears started to form in the corner of your eyes, spit Dripping out and coating all of him. You snaked your free hand into your soaked panties, needing some sort of pressure too. You moaned when the tip of your middle finger grazed your clit, the tiniest bit of stimulation enough to make your head almost spin.

“Are you touching yourself, baby?” whichever incoherent sound left your mouth was enough of confirmation to Seungcheol “I bet you're pulsing around nothing, begging to be filled. Ready for me”

You moaned again, rubbing your clit a little more desperately than before. If you were going to get Seungcheol to his release, it was only fair that you got some sort of your own too.

Seungcheol looked at the rearview mirror for a second, when he reached the exit he was looking for, opting to get away from the main road. Those cops weren't aware of the alternative road, so you were almost out of any danger — if such a thing had even existed, for a moment at least.

He pulled you up, his hand on your jaw. He loved to turn you into a mess, with tear-stained cheeks and spit all over you. Your hand never left your pussy when he pulled you to him. He kissed you for a second, doing his best to keep the car moving, still on the road.

“Come ride me” he whispered against your lips.

Your eyes gleamed and you moved, pulling your skirt up and shoving your panties to the side. Seungcheol pushed his seat back, as far as he could go, to make room for you.

The position was a little awkward but it didn't matter as you angled his tip with your entrance, slowly coming down on him.

A long moan left your lips, until he was all the way inside you. You loved the burning sensation he always gave you, almost as if he was too much, like he wasn't going to fit in you. But he always did.

“How are you even tighter?” he moaned, his mind going blank for a second at the overwhelming feeling of taking you in public, of you riding him, of how your pussy sucked him in in desperation, of taking you bare.

Slowly, like torture, to started to move up and down, as much as you could. You moved your hips up, until he almost completely out and then let yourself fall into him.

“Cheol” you begged, for what it was uncertain.

You wanted, needed, all of him, all over you.

“Take it, baby, it's yours”

Your moves became frantic, a mixture of bouncing on him, while grinding on him, searching for as much friction as you possibly could.

Seuncheol moved your hand from his neck to your pussy, pressing your own fingers to open yourself up even further, giving you more room for friction.

“Cheol…” you moaned again, your voice louder as you moved over him “You're so so deep like this”

He no longer could take it. He pulled the car to the side of the road. The police had long been left behind and he had gotten to the point of not caring anymore. You were over him, almost on breaking point. He cared about getting you off, about seeing your eyes roll as your orgasm took over.

“I got you, baby,” he said while kissing you “I've got you”

Seungcheol held your hips and started to pound into you at a relentless pace. He wanted to chase his high while giving you yours.

You moaned into his shoulder when he pressed a hand to your groin at the same time you started to rub your clit again, matching his pace.

“Cum with me, baby”

His words sent your body into a frenzy, your orgasm taking over as your entire body shook. Seungcheol swallowed all of your incoherent moans and words, his high following yours. He only stopped moving when all that was left was the small spams on your legs.

You leaned your head back when Seunchheol tugged at your hair. He loved that expression on you, when you were completely fucked out and pleased. He liked knowing that he had made it happen.

“Hi” he whispered

You laughed a little, your eyes still closed.

“So sex while the cops chase us turns you on, huh?” he said kissing your neck, enjoying the small goosebumps erupting on your skin “Fully noted”

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ornateorchid · 2 months

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V- Virginity Loss.

You're not sure if you want to lose your virginity, but Gaz is there to reassure you.

L.O.V.E. Masterlist

a/n: the beginning got deleted while i was writing it and i was too lazy and unmotivated to put in the effort to make the rewritten version better 😖

warnings: afab!fem!reader, virginity loss, reassurance, protected piv, fingering, some praise

It doesn't take long for innocent kissing to turn into a makeout session. It's not until Kyle's hands wander a little too far, barely dipping into the hem of your shorts, that you start getting nervous. He notices you tensing up almost immediately and stops. "You ok?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just- it's nothing. I'm just getting lost in my head," you answer with a shaky smile.

"What? Talk to me. Are we going too fast?" he asks, a look of concern on his face.

"I mean... maybe a little," you say, blushing furiously. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, no. Don't apologize. It's my fault, I shouldn't have gone so far," he brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear and leans in for a kiss. "I'll do better. I want you to be comfortable with me."

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable with you," you pause. "It's just that... I'm a virgin," you say as you fidget with your hands, "and I'm a little scared to lose my virginity. I'm sorry for not telling you before we got into a relationship. If you want to end things then that's fine I know how some guys-"

"No!" Kyle interrupts. "No, don't be sorry. And don't think for a second that I want to end this just because you're a virgin. If anything, I want to try harder so you'll be comfortable with me. I love you, and I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell me things."

You sigh and snuggle up closer to him. "I love you too. I'm just nervous, I guess. And I feel stupid for being nervous."

"I'm gonna stop you right there. You're not stupid. Not being ready is nothing to be ashamed of. It's not a big deal. If anything, I'm honored that you trust me enough to admit that to me," he tells you.

"I think I'm ready I just get stuck in my head sometimes and work myself up. Like what if it hurts? Or what if it's not what I expect?" you start rambling, and Kyle just shushes you and rubs your back.

"Don't worry. It'll be good. It's going to be great, actually. We'll make sure of it. And you know what? Even if it's not perfect, I'll still love you just as much, and I won't ever judge you for it. And you shouldn't judge yourself, either. And if you're not ready, then that's fine. We don't have to go all the way. There are plenty of things we can do without going that far. Or, we can just wait until you're ready, or never have sex at all. Either way, I'm here, and I love you."

You laugh weakly. "Kyle, I want to have sex. I'm just... I'm scared. But I'm ready, I promise."

"You're absolutely positive?" he asks, holding your face gently in his hands.

You nod. "Positive."

"Okay," he says and then leans in for a gentle kiss.

You melt into him and the kiss becomes more heated. His hand moves to your thigh and rubs your leg through your shorts, making your nerves flare. But you force yourself to stay calm. He pulls away and asks, "are you okay?"

You nod and pull him back in. He slowly slips his hand under your shorts and strokes the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, making you shiver. He takes your positive reaction as an invitation to move his hand higher, rubbing over your clothed pussy. You can't help the gasp that escapes you.

"Is this okay?" he asks. You nod, unable to find the words to answer him.

"Use your words, baby," he says, slipping his hand under your panties and rubbing your clit.

"Y-yeah," you say, trying desperately not to stutter. "I'm good."

"Good," he replies. "If anything's wrong, or you don't like something, tell me, okay? I'll stop."

"Mhm," you reply, not trusting yourself to speak.

"Do you wanna lie down?" he asks. You nod, and he guides you to lie back against the pillows. He sits between your legs, looking up at you for approval. When you give him a smile and nod, he pulls your shorts and panties off, tossing them to the side. He spreads your legs and presses a finger to your entrance, rubbing the wetness around you. You moan softly, and he looks up at you. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," you breathe, and he presses his finger inside you. It's weird and slightly uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt. You wince a bit but quickly relax.

"You okay?" he asks, stopping and looking up at you.

"Yeah, it's just a little weird. Keep going," you nod.

He smiles and continues, gently fingering you and using his other hand to rub your clit. The sensation feels good, and you relax further. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes," you moan, and he picks up the pace. Your back arches off the bed as you feel a tight coil building in your core. Your breathing gets faster and shallower as you get closer and closer to the edge. He's pumping his finger in and out, hitting the right spot every time. You're close, so close. "Please don't stop," you beg, and he keeps going.

He keeps the same speed and rhythm, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer. You're teetering on the edge, and he knows it.

"Cum for me, baby," he whispers, and that's all it takes to push you over the edge.

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave, and you ride the high as he slowly brings you down. When he removes his fingers, he looks up at you.

"Did that feel good?" he asks as he looks up at you reassuringly. You nod, breathing heavily.

"I love you," he says, leaning forward to kiss you.

"I love you too," you murmur against his lips.

After a few moments, he pulls away. "Do you think you're ready?"

You take a deep breath, then nod. "Yeah."

"Are you sure?" The earnestness in his voice has you nodding your head.

"I'm sure," you say, smiling at him.

"Alright," he says, sitting back. "I need you to lay back and spread your legs for me, okay?"

You comply, laying back and spreading your legs for him. As you do so, he pulls his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. His cock springs out, and the size has your eyes going wide, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "I feel like the luckiest man in the world."

You blush and look away.

"Hey," he says, reaching forward and cupping your cheek, turning your head back to him. "Don't hide from me."

"Sorry," you whisper, still unable to look him in the eye.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. But don't hide from me, alright? You're beautiful. I love everything about you, inside and out."

"Oh," is all you can say, completely overwhelmed.

"Now, can you spread your legs a little more for me, please?" he asks.

You comply, and he positions himself between your legs. He reaches for a condom and rips open the foil wrapper. He rolls the condom onto his cock, giving it a few pumps for good measure.

He leans down and kisses you, then positions himself at your entrance. "Ready?"

"Yeah," you say, nervousness creeping into your voice.

"Relax, baby. I'll be gentle," he says, placing a comforting hand on your hip.

"Okay," you whisper.

He slowly pushes into you, and you whimper at the discomfort. He stops immediately, looking down at you with a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"I'm okay," you breathe. "I just need a minute."

He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust. When the pain starts to subside, you give him the go-ahead. He slowly thrusts in and out of you, going deeper and deeper each time. You bite back a whimper.

"It's okay, baby. You're doing so good. You can let it out," he coos, running his thumb along your hipbone.

At that, you let out a small whimper, and he smiles.

"You're doing great. It's gonna start feeling better soon, I promise," he assures you, leaning down and kissing you.

As he thrusts into you, the discomfort begins to fade and is replaced with a feeling of fullness. You moan softly and grip the sheets.

"Good girl," he whispers, leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss.

As he thrusts in and out of you, the discomfort starts to dissipate and is replaced by a feeling of pleasure. You moan and grip the sheets, arching your back.

"Does it feel good?" he asks, and you nod.

"Yes," you breathe.

He continues to thrust in and out of you, and the feeling of pleasure builds and builds.

"Oh, Kyle," you moan, throwing your head back.

"That's it, baby. Say my name. Moan for me," he says, thrusting deeper and harder into you. He brings his hand down and starts to rub your clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you can't help but moan as you arch your back.

"Come on, baby. Cum for me," he says, his fingers working in tandem with his thrusts. It doesn't take long for the pressure to build again.

"Kyle," you moan, feeling the pressure building in your core.

"I know, baby. I'm close too," he groans.

A few moments later, your orgasm crashes over you, and you moan his name. He fucks you through your orgasm, drawing it out and chasing his own. It doesn't take him long, and his movements become erratic as he cums. He slows his thrusts, and both of you try to catch your breath.

"You okay?" he asks, brushing hair away from your face.

"Mmm," you hum, too blissed out to speak.

He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good."

He pulls out and ties the condom, throwing it in the trash. He lays down next to you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

"How was it?" he asks sincerely.

"It was amazing," you say, looking up at him.

"Good. I'm glad," he replies, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You rest your head on his chest and wrap an arm around him.

"I love you," he murmurs.

"I love you too." You smile and nuzzle his neck, content and blissful.

You're not sure how long you two lay there, but eventually, Kyle gets up and leaves the room. When he returns, he's carrying a washcloth and a bottle of water.

"Here, drink this," he says, handing you the bottle.

You sit up and take a few sips, suddenly realizing how thirsty you are. "Thanks," you say, and he gives you a small smile.

He takes the bottle and sets it on the nightstand, then sits down next to you. "Lay back, please," he says.

You do as he says, and he places a hand on your stomach.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he says, his voice soft and gentle.

You comply, and he places the warm, damp washcloth on your inner thigh. He rubs gently, and you wince a bit.

"Does that hurt?"

"Just a little. It's not bad."

"Okay," he says, continuing.

He moves the washcloth to your core, gently wiping away the evidence of your first time. When he's satisfied, he tosses the cloth aside and lays down beside you. He pulls the blanket over the two of you, and you snuggle into his side.

"I'm really proud of you," he says, running a hand up and down your arm.

"For what?"

"For being so brave. And trusting me."

You look up at him, and his eyes are full of sincerity.

"I trust you," you say, smiling.

"I'm glad," he replies. "That means a lot."

"I love you, Kyle."

"I love you too," he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You close your eyes, content and blissful, and fall asleep in the arms of the man you love.

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perpetualfox · 1 year

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Hi! I saw you write dub con but since there are a lot of layers, I would like to know what you consider dubcon and if you would write some headcanons for the 141 + Alejandro with a dubcon experience

Dub-Con Extravaganza - 141 + Alejandro x GN Reader [NSFW]

Warnings: Dub-Con, Rough Handling, Possessive Behavior, Oral, Overstimulation, Exhibitionism, Burning, Authority Kink, First Time, Breath Play, Choking, Edging

Wordcount: 2440

Thank you so much for the request. I hope you enjoy it!

For anyone who is curious, here's a quick link to my updated request guidelines for an updated on consent related content on this blog.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

→ “If you don’t stop squirmin’ about, I’m gonna have’ta hold you down, baby.”

→ You whine incoherently as he mumbles against your inner thigh. The low rumble of his voice thrums through you, rich and comforting despite the threat. Your flesh burns, scraped nearly raw by the rough caress of his stubble, and your fingers ache, cramping from clutching so tightly in his short, curling hair.

→ He’s been at it for what felt like hours, bringing you to the edge and over it again and again with little more than his clever tongue. Your thighs ran slick with saliva and your own arousal, the bedsheets beneath you damp with it. Every pass of his tongue was agony upon your frayed and sparking nerves—even the gentle puffs of his breathing were overwhelming.

→ If you had had the wherewithal to speak, you might have begged him to stop, to let you rest, to come down from one high before it could bleed into the next. But, God, he was good to you. And you longed to be good for him in return—to be worthy of the attention he so lovingly laid upon you, to deserve every flicker of that tongue. And he had asked for so little, only that you lay still and take it; to be good. Dimly, with what little of your mind is still capable of higher thinking, you wonder if you can.

→ You try, honestly you do, but it’s just too much. As he licks another stripe slow and wide against your sensitive flesh, your whole body tenses, hips jerking away from the brilliant heat of his mouth. Unwilling to let you escape, Gaz follows the movement, slick tongue pressing in harder, flickering relentlessly against you. Your eyes roll back, jaw going slack, his name both a prayer and a curse as it tumbles from your lips.

→ A moment later, he’s gone—withdrawing from you completely. You sob, body collapsing, limp and useless beneath him. You aren’t sure which was worse: the brutal pleasure of his mouth on you, or the pitiful throbbing that descends in his absence.

→ He makes a disappointed sound high in the back of his throat, “I warned you.”

→ In a flash, he’s moving, shifting his weight, and pinning your hips against the mattress with strong, gun-roughened hands. Then his tongue is on you again, laving against your most sensitive spots, and though you try to squirm, to kick your legs, to buck him off, he doesn’t budge, his fingers only tightening on your hips. He pulls back a fraction and glances up at you, with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

→ “Oh no, baby. You’re not going anywhere,” he rasps, “Not until I’m finished with you.”

John 'Soap' MacTavish

→ The lighter snaps open. A small flame hisses to life, illuminating the sharp edge of Soap’s jaw for just a moment before the end of his cigarette catches, and he snaps it shut again.

→ “Put that thing out, Soap. You know I hate the smell of ‘em.”

→ He leans against the brick wall of the alley, bracing his hip against the stone, and takes a long drag. He holds the smoke deep in his lungs for a moment, revelling in the rush of nicotine in his system, before blowing it back out into the night. The cloud of it hangs around him for a moment—a wispy halo caught in the sour glow of a streetlamp.

→ “Nah, don’ think I will.”

→ “I’m not in the mood to argue, Soap. Put it out.”

→ “I’m no’ arguin’, and I’m no’ puttin’ it out. ‘S a free alley. I’ve lit up, an’ now I intent to have my smoke.”

→ “I’ll give you three seconds.”

→ He barked out a laugh that made your blood boil, “Or what—you’ll do it for me? I don’ think so.”

→ You round on him, closing the distance in three quick steps, but he was ready. He catches your arm as you reach for him and twists it backward. You cry out as he spins you about, bending the arm behind your back and pinning it there. Your shoes slip against the slick pavement, but Soap held you firmly upright.

→ You struggle against him, spitting curses and trying to break his hold, but he’s stronger by an order of magnitude. He huffs out a laugh, leaning down to nuzzle against your shoulder. You can smell the smoke on his breath and feel the heat from his cigarette, still lit in his other hand. He holds it aloft, casually caught between two fingers, closer to your cheek than you’d like. The stink of it makes your head swim.

→ His voice is low and raspy as he drags his lips across the bare skin of your neck, “Such a pretty thing…”

→ He brings the cigarette back to his lips, sliding his hand down to pop the button of your jeans. You bite your lip as he slips his hand beneath the rough denim, his fingers leaving burning against your skin, scarred knuckles brushing against your most sensitive spots. You whine long and low into the night, leaning back against him as your knees go weak.

→ “Such a fuckin’ slut you are, hey? Lettin’ me do this oot here where anyone could see…” The warmth of his body cuts through the damp chill of the evening, the heat of him burning through his jacket and your own. You squirm in his grip, but he holds you fast, chuckling deep in his throat.

→ He rolls his head to the side and takes another drag from the cigarette. “Bet tha’ thought gets you excited.” His fingers press against you a little harder, “So it does,” You can all but hear the grin in his voice. “I can feel it.”

→ He rolls his hips against your ass, and as he shifts, you can feel the hard press of his cock through his jeans, “Guess, it gets me excited too.”

→ He swings your body around, pressing your cheek hard against the slimy wall of the alley. ‘If I’m to fuck you proper, I’ll have to be rid of this,” He plucks the cigarette from him mouth, keeping you pinned against the wall with his hips.

→ His fingers claw at the neckline of your shirt, “Soap? What are you doing?”

→ “You told me to put it out, so I’m putting it out.”

→ That’s all the warning you receive before the burning end of his cigarette is pressed against the meat of your shoulder blade.

→ You cry out, the pain lighting up your nerves, but Soap just laughs, grinding himself harder against your ass, crowding you against the wall of the alley, “Yeah, that’s it, Hen. Fuckin’ scream for me.”

John Price

→ “Off!”

→ The command rings through the room, and you jerk your head back as though you’d been stung, the captain’s slick cock slipping from between your lips. Saliva drips down your chin, soaking your shirt and collecting in a puddle between your thighs. Your chest heaves as you struggle to get enough air into your starving lungs and tears slide unchecked down your cheeks.

→ “I taught you better than that, didn’t I?” Upon receiving no better answer than you laboured breaths and pathetic sniffling, he surges forward, seizing a fistful of your hair and tugging hard enough to sting. “Didn’t I?”

→ “Y-Yes…” Your voice is little more than a ragged whisper; a scratchy testament to the abuse your throat has suffered. Unsatisfied with your answer, he pulls hard on your hair, dragging you forward. Your spine arches back in a desperate bid to ease the tension on your scalp.

→ “What was that?”

→ “Yes…S-Sir!”

→ He releases you, and you flop forward, your face mere inches from his cock, still slick and shining with your drool. His thick fingers find their way to your face, his thumb smearing through the mess around your mouth. His calloused fingertips glide across the slick flesh of your lips, tracing the puffy, cock-bruised flesh, leaving a stinging trail in their wake.

→ “What’s this for?” He asks.

→ “S-Sucking your cock, Sir?”

→ “Is it a question?”

→ “No, Sir.”

→ “Then say so. What is it for?”

→ “S-Sucking your cock, Sir.”

→ His fingers slide down your slick chin and seize about your throat. He doesn’t squeeze—not yet—just applies light pressure: a promise, and a threat, “And this?”

→ “I-I don’t…”

→ “I’m beginning to lose patience with you,” His voice is low, dangerous. “What. Is. It. For?”

→ “For…you to fuck, Sir.”

→ “Mmm, And when do you get to breathe?”

→ “When you say so, Sir.”

→ “That’s right. So,” He takes a deep drag of his cigar and leans forward in his seat to blow it into your face. The need to cough rattles about in your chest as the acris smoke stings your already teary eyes. Price smacks you hard on the back of the skull, his palm open, “Get that fucking gag reflex under control, or I’ll really give you something to cry about.”

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

→ “Oh fuck, Ghost!”

→ When the blunt head of his cock first nudged up against your entrance, you weren’t convinced it was going to fit. He was just so fucking big—bigger than anything you’d had the courage to take before. And as he presses forward, his strong arms caging you against the mattress, you are absolutely sure it won’t—not all of it anyway. Not all at once.

→ The stretch is intense. Your thighs jump and twitch where they lay, hitched high about his hips. Your hands cling tightly to his shoulders, nails sunk deep into his pale flesh, leaving little crescent shaped indentations. The deeper he pushes into you, the further you feel your control slipping—your breath comes fast and hard and your legs begin to shake in earnest.

→ All at once, he brushes up against something inside of you and you cry out. Your muscles lock up and you clench down around him so tightly that he gasps—a short, sharp sound that echoes in your ears. The steady push of his hips falters, and he grinds to an uneasy halt, “C’mon, Lovie, that’s only half of it. You can take more than that.”

→ But you couldn’t. He was going to break you—to split you in half. You were so full of him you could hardly find the room in your lungs for air. Still, he rocked his hips into you in short, shallow thrusts. He wanted to keep going—to keep pushing until he made room one way or another. Each shift of his hips, no matter how small, punched a heavy, gasping breath from your lungs.

→ God was that really only half?

→ “C-Can’t.”

→ “Yes, you can.”

→ You could feel yourself slipping away, your mind going fuzzy with the rocking of his hips, the burn as he stretched you out. The muscles in your stomach tighten with the promise of an impending orgasm, your vision going blurry with overstimulated tears.

→ “T-Too much,” You whine, “So fucking big…I can’t—”

→ Suddenly, his hands are at your throat. His fingers wrap around your neck, and he squeezes hard. The fight drains out of you so quickly you feel dizzy, the heat of his palms sapping the strength from your body.

→ “Tell me to stop then.” His dark eyes bore into yours from beneath his balaclava, his light eyelashes nearly white in the gloom. “Tell me to fucking stop, Lovie. Go on.”

→ His fingers tighten around your throat, as though he were trying to wring the words from you. You can feel those thick digits locking together at the back of your neck, his blunt nails digging into your soft skin. You couldn’t have spoken around the clench of those fingers if your life had depended on it. All that escapes from your lips is a thin whine, high and desperate.

→ “Got nothin’ to say?” Ghost laughs, a low, dangerous sound that rumbles in his chest and makes you shudder beneath him, “Then fucking take it,” And he slams his hips home, sheathing himself to the root in one smooth stroke.

Alejandro Vargas

→ Strong hands soothe the ache along the ridge of your spine, calloused fingers rubbing gentle circles into your flesh. His thumbs stroke over your ribs and down your sides, pressing against the bones of your hips just enough that you really feel it—a heavy pressure just shy of painful. His hands slide further down, grasping a handful of the meat of your thighs, rubbing feeling back into the spots where they press against the wooden lip of the desk.

→ Your chest lays flush against its varnished surface, the wood growing warm and slick beneath your heated flesh. Papers and files lay scattered across the floor, swept from the desk in the desperate frenzy to bend you over it. It’ll be a hell of a job for Alejandro to make sense of them tomorrow, scattered and jumbled as they are, but that isn’t your problem.

→ It was a quiet night, the Vaqueros still on base occupied with the last of their daily tasks or already tucked into their bunks in preparation for an early morning. There was no one around to hear you now, hidden away in Alejandro’s office as you were, but you whine and sob into your palms anyhow, muffling yourself out of habit more than necessity.

→ “Come now, Mi Corazón, there’s no need for tears.”

→ But there is. His cock is buried inside of you, splitting you open with his girth, but he isn’t moving—hasn’t moved an inch since seating himself within you nearly an hour ago. He kept you pinned, his hips pressed tight against your ass, holding you immobile with little more than the weight of his body.

→ “You can just take what you need,” He crooned, “C’mon, take it from me.”

→ You struggle desperately, trying to throw your weight against him, to move him an inch in any direction, but it’s no use. You just aren’t strong enough. A fresh wave of frustrated tears pricks at your eyes and burns your cheeks. You can do nothing but clench around him and sob into your fingers.

→ He coos softly—a gentle sound, so full of love and understanding. He presses a gentle kiss into your hair, “Awww, that’s okay, Mi Vida. I understand,” His lips brush against the back of your neck, soft and warm “It’s a lot to take in all at once, no?”

→ He shifts his hips ever so slightly, slowly grinding himself into you. You seize beneath him, pulsing around his cock. It’s the first stimulation with which he’d graced you since he’d opened you on his fingers, “We can wait here just like this until you’re ready.”

#141 x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #ghost x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #mw2 x reader #mw2 smut

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the-froschamethyst4 · 3 months

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Body Addict

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Gaz x Curvy Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, implied smut, language, kissing/making out, addicted to someone's body, biting, praising, touching/groping, teasing, eating out, fingering

𖤐Summary: Gaz is a bit obsessed with his wife's body, and I mean obsessed. He loves her boobs, how they fit perfectly into his hands. Her ass, how it recoils when he slaps it. Her tummy, he loves kissing it and laying on it. Her thighs, he loves to squeeze them any chance he gets. And her hips, he loves grabbing them.

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Gaz was leaning against the headboard of the bed he shared with his wife. Y/n had just gotten out of the shower, towel around her body and she was just putting her up in a towel.

She opens the door to let the steam escape from the bathroom and opening the window that was in the bathroom.

She drops the towel that was around her body and started to get dress.

Gaz watches her. He bites his bottom lip and moves to the edge of the bed to look at her.

Her panties hugging her lower half just right, her bra hugging her breasts. He wishes he could be the bra, hugging her breasts like it always gets to do.

She lets to towel holding her hair fall.

He stares at her hips wanting to pinch them, kiss them, suck on them, wanting to BITE THEM drove him insane!!

She puts a shirt on covering up her breasts, so he focuses on her ass. Seeing it slightly bounce when she walks around the bathroom trying to get her blow-dryer.

"Baby."

"Yes?" He asked.

"Have you seen my heat resistant spray?" she asked.

"No, thought it was under the cabinet like it's suppose to be," Gaz says.

"I can't...find it," she goes farther into the cabinet and gave him a full view of her ass.

"Goddamn," he mumbles.

"Did you say something?" She asks, finally finding her spray.

"Nope...did you find it?"

"Yeah," she brushes her hair and spray her hair, rubbing it in her hair and brushing it one more time to get it all in through her hair before blow drying it.

Gaz finally gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom, his hand going to her hips and moving on the other side of her, grabbing his toothbrush and started to brush his teeth.

His eyes were only watching her.

After a while once Y/n's hair was completely dry, she fluffs it up a certain way. Gaz watches and when she lifts her head back up, her hair was bouncy. Gaz was...amazed, no not amazed, speechless.

"Goddamn," he mumbles again.

She looks at him and her arms go around his neck. His hands immediately flew to her ass, gently squeezing her.

"Kyle."

"What? I'm just touching," he smirks and kissed her lips. His dog tags sending cold chills down her spine and goosebumps on her skin.

His hands then went to her hip pinching so lightly, his lips going to her neck and sucking on her neck so lightly, giving her a small bruise.

"Gosh..." he moans.

"Aren't you going to the gym?" She asked him.

"It can wait, I'm sure Price and Ghost will understand," he smirks, pushing her against the sinks marble counter.

Her ass just barely sitting on the edge, but soon was picked up and placed on the counter. Her legs went around his waist, his hands went to her hips.

She lets out a soft moan when feeling his hands grip at her fleshy thick thighs.

"I can't fucking tell you how, turned on I am," he says.

"I think I can tell," she smirks and touched his shoulders.

"Oh can you?"

"Yes, because I can feel your dick against me," she says, kissing his lips and laying on her elbows and looking up at him.

His hands held her waist and started to kiss her neck and collarbone. She gives him a small moan, her hands go from his shoulders up his neck.

His hands traveled down to her thighs forcing them open. He moves down and kisses her inner thighs and starts biting the fleshy thick thighs.

Rinnnng~

"Guess who's calling?" She asked.

Gaz groans knowing it's Price. He looks at his phone and answers it, as he placed his phone to his ear he went back to kiss and biting her thighs.

"What?" He says. He kissed and sucked on her thighs, earning yet another moan from her. She leans back on her elbows, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans and the other gripping Gaz's hair.

He starts getting closer to Y/n's panties. His fingers gripping the top of her panties and pulling them down. His tongue then went between her folds as he hummed in his response to Price talking well bitching at him for not showing up to the workout.

His free hand started to push in two of his fingers, middle and ring finger. He licks between her folds again and moved his finger in and out her quickly, her thighs wanted to shut but she didn't want to hurt him.

The vibrations of him humming sent shivers down her spine and she squeezed around his fingers. Her fingers tightened his his curly hair.

"Ahhhh~" she moans and then came in his mouth.

He licks his lips and licked up her mess. He licks his fingers getting the cum off his fingers but he loves the taste, he sticks his tongue back into her lower half, forcing it to go in and out of her.

Her head goes back hitting the mirror behind her.

"I get it, Price," he mumbles sticking the two fingers inside her again, he starts slow and then moves faster. Her hand grips his wrist feeling his veiny wrist and forearm.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there soon, but I have a mess to clean up first," he smirks looking down at Y/n, licking her folds and his fingers.

He licks the corner of his mouth and cleans up her white cum. She moans and finally squeezes her thighs together around Gaz's hand.

"Fuck," she moans out.

Gaz smirks, he forced her thighs back open moving his phone from his ear for a few seconds.

After a while of Gaz cleaning up Y/n, she looks at him and smiles at him. Gaz got his workout clothes on as Y/n was still in bra and underwear. She looks at Gaz from the bed.

"Like something you see?" He asked.

"Duh," she says, rolling on her back and grabbing her phone and looking at her social media.

"I'll be back, baby," he says, kissing her lips and heading out.

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"Well, it's about damn time," Price says.

"Sorry," Gaz moans as he placed his bag down.

"What were you even doing?" Ghost asked.

"Oh I know what he was doing," Price teased. "Oh Gaz, ahh~ ahhh~" Price mocked Y/n's moaning. Ghost laughed and Gaz's face was all red.

"Fucking asshole," Gaz punched Price's arm.

"Oh you think that hurts me," Price put Gaz in a headlock.

"Knock it off, can we start the workout, now?" Ghost asked.

"Fine," Price lets Gaz go.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #gaz x y/n #gaz x gn!reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz cod

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lovethetasteofnothing · 7 months

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Halloween headcanons - TF 141 + Valeria + Farah

includes: valeria garza, farah karim, kate laswell, simon "ghost" riley, captain john price, johnny "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick

gn!reader, except for Laswell x fem!reader (argue w the wall), female pet names

warnings: horny behaviour if you squint, like very little; mentioned consumption of alcohol; mentions of violence (light); the rest is pure fluff

word count: 2.4k words, roughly 350 per character

Valeria Garza

you asked her to go Halloween shopping since you wanted to decorate

got everything you laid eyes on

you had to stop her from buying three plastic skeletons because you joked about having an army of them in your backyard as decorations

she'll use her enemies bodies instead

doesn't let you put out candy on the porch, the last thing she needs is little kids coming up to her door and being loud

buys you bags of candy instead

regrets it because you get a sugar rush after eating a whole bowl

now she has a hyperactive toddler running around, spewing out random facts she found on YouTube

would make you try Mexican candy, definitely sneaks something spicy in there if your spice tolerance isn't high

"Que pasa? Can't handle the heat, muñequita?"

you hold a grudge for the rest of the night (she'll make you forget about it when she gets you in bed dw)

refuses to dress up, will punish you if you try and get a costume on her

will fold if you ask her to have matching costumes with her, still won't do it because she's "a grown woman"

takes candid photos of you in your cute little costume tho, she'll probably make one of them her background if she figures out how to

forces her men to dress up in whatever you want just to entertain you, they don't dare complain about it

the guards at your door are now dressed in Eminem and Christina Aguilera (don't ask me why)

will force you to have a scary movie marathon with her

laughs at you when you get scared and cling to her, literally calls you a crybaby and bullies you for being a scaredy cat

will snuggle you and kiss your forehead afterwards

"it's okay, mi vida, I'll protect you"

ordered her personal chef to make you Halloween themed cookies

practically folds when she sees your reaction

you get another sugar rush and she regrets everything (worth seeing your cute face and hearing your happy squeal)

Farah Karim

will plan your matching couple costumes since june

helps you thrift/craft yours and constantly compliments how you look in it

would definitely buy a ton of candy to give out to little kids trick-or-treating

is so happy when she sees their little costumes, practically heals her inner child

she has baby fever now, you have to remind her she can't get you pregnant

is searching up adoption details at 3 am after you fall asleep

helps you decorate, would definitely let you decorate since August just to see your cute face light up

adds more decorations every time she sees something you'd like and buys it

you made her watch Halloween movies with you

she judges everyone's decisions and logic

starts spewing an escape plan 5 times better and doesn't stop until she finishes it

is confused when you flinch at the scary scenes since she had seen it coming from a mile away

not surprised when you try to make sweet treats but you pull out questionable goop out of the oven

"i told you that's too much butter"

helps (pushes you to the side and only lets you crack an egg) you make an edible batch instead

lets you decorate them, you manage to make two piping bags explode before she takes over again

she hides the cookies before you get a sugar rush and/or a tummy ache

is confused as to how you found them and got both a sugar rush and a tummy ache

scolds you like a mom before taking care of you

you fall asleep in her arms on the couch, Friday the 13th playing in the background

she tucks you in bed and kisses your forehead before going to look up how to adopt a devil child

Kate Laswell x fem!reader

isn't the biggest fan of Halloween but she'd play along with you, she just wants to see you enjoying yourself

mom!Laswell would dress up at your request so you guys can have family costumes, melts at how cute you and your kid/s look together

but if it is just you and her she'd refuse

similar to Valeria, she says she's too old to dress up in silly costumes

the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips if you decided to wear a sexy costume before she rolls her eyes

proud mom smile while she takes candids of you in your cute little outfit, handing out candy to kids

so concerned when she hears about carving pumpkins

keeps a very very sharp eye on you, she doesn't want to go to the ER on halloween

helps you out when you get stuck, groans and pushes through if she starts struggling with it too

a sigh of relief leaves her lips when you finish your arts and crafts project

"it looks scary, darling" no it doesn't, but who is she to tell you that and ruin your fun

pulls out the old decorations box from the attic and helps you buy new stuff too, makes the plan on how to decorate

brings you to the halloween themed party TF 141 is holding so you can be chaotic with them while she drinks with Price

if she doesn't feel like it she'd just stay at home with you, watching you hand out candy to kids and cracking little jokes

her heart melts

refuses to let you watch horror movies, the last time you did she had to sing you a lullaby until you fell asleep

every day for a week; she also had to buy a night light because you got a random fear of the dark afterwards

you made her check the closet too

also limits your candy intake, would steal a few from your pile every once in a while and shrug when you frowned at her

candy corn enjoyer, also licorice fan

has you wrapped up in her arms, a blanket over the both of you while she tells you scary stories/ stories from her missions instead

Simon "Ghost" Riley

doesn't need a costume, he's dressing up as himself, the mask is scary enough as is

or he'd just take off the mask and say he's dressed up as Simon Riley, you call him a party pooper

you dress up as him just because you can

doesn't know if he should be upset or flattered, he's crying in his head at how cute you look with his oversized clothes and old balaclava

that's now his favorite balaclava

swaps out his mask for a balaclava so you guys can call yourselves Ghost Team

stares at you when you carve pumpkins with his throwing knives, you're lucky you're his favorite person

pries them out of your hands before you dull the blades and he has to work with oddly shaped spoons on missions

stands concerningly still on the porch and scares little kids when they come to knock on your door (like those decorations that move yk)

lets you hand out candy and coo at the little kids while he watches from the hallway (he thinks he's sneaky, he's not)

he now too has baby fever

will not mention it but you can notice him inching closer until he stands right behind you while you give out the candy, his hand wrapped around your waist

you both finish the leftover candy while watching scary movies

he feels like a little kid again, would never fess up about it being healing for him

picks out your favorite candy and gives it to you subtly, literally just makes a little pile of it in the middle while he eats the rest

would complain about you decorating since the beginning of september

has beef with a random skeleton you put up

"he's looking at me funny, luv"

picks you up while you decorate and can't reach a spot

he'd deal with the electrical decorations for you

you make him try a pumpkin spice latte

he tries so hard to be nice about it before saying he had enough sugar for the whole year

"this is milk and sugar with an idea of what coffee is supposed to be like"

cleans up the candy wrappers after you crash, takes a sneaky picture of you sleeping with his balaclava on

takes it off gently because you'd manage to suffocate in it, before tucking you in

Captain John Price

rakes up the leaves in the yard while you decorate the outside

he has to do it again because you insist on jumping in the piles and destroying his hard work

makes you help him gather the leaves again "to teach you a lesson", you never learn

picks the leaves out of your hair and dusts you off (all smiley when he notices you were wearing his flannel jacket)

doesn't want to dress up so you say that he's already wearing a capybara costume everyday

you have to explain what a capybara is

proud dad face when he sees you wearing your costume

makes you do a twirl and takes so many pictures of you so he can keep them and look at them when on mission

helps you hand out candy to the little demons

gets upset when a kid calls him 'grandpa', you have to spend at least 15 minutes telling him that he's a dilf not that old and still very attractive

dad face™ when he sees you giggling and playing around with the little kids, needs one of his own with you now

kinda sad that his job makes it so hard for him to have a cute little family with you

falls asleep on the couch while you give out candy, probably sitting up too, a bowl of candy in his lap

plays it off by saying he was just taking a little rest, you call him 'grandpa' again to tease him

doesn't notice you had been stealing candy throughout the whole night, managing to eat about an entire bag by the end of the day

holds you in his arms and tries to contain your sugar rush

you kick him where the sun don't rise on accident and that's when he lets you get your wiggles out, poor pop

you apologize by bringing him a drink and cuddling him for the rest of the night, consistently saying "sorry" every five minutes or so

"it's alright, darlin' "

you offer to share the leftover candy with him as a peace offering, pop is now a puddle

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

definitely has a dorky costume and makes you match with him

you and him have a competition about who has the better costume, he only lets you win because you're cute

still thinks his is better but he wants cuddles tonight and can't risk it

finds dumb decorations when you go shopping with him and when you tell him to put them back he sneaks them into the basket like a little kid

you wake up with the decorations in front of your eyes at the cash register and have to pay for them now

he insists on coming up with the most horrendous decorating schemes ever known to man, you follow some of them because he's sulking atp

tries to convince you to have some kind of small explosion "for effect", you turn it down because you don't want to get sued

frowns when kids get his costume wrong, chases them (playfully ofc) around to teach them a lesson

definitely scares you with every occasion he gets, you'd literally turn the corner and he'd just jump at you

you make him watch the actually scary movies because you're a horror enthusiast

"pff i've seen worse on the field" before clinging to your arm like the scaredy cat he is

carves pumpkins with you, oddly skilled at it

he helps you when your knife gets stuck in the pumpkin and your hand hurts from trying to dislodge it

blows up his pumpkin afterwards

takes couple pics with you, the sillier the better. they're his lockscreen now, will brag about them when he goes back to work

he'd try and go trick or treating before you tell him he's too old to do that

you spend the rest of the night on the couch, finishing off the leftover candy, the both of you hyperactive

would fight you because he likes the same candy as you, he wins and steals all of it

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

you make him dress up as spider man (that one mission in MW 2019), he's on board after a bit of convincing

only accepts because you promise to be his MJ

does the spider man kiss thing with you and takes pics, definitely brags about how easy it is for him to hang like that after all of those heli crashes

does whatever TikTok trend is popular at that time with you, tries to get it perfect so you can show it off to your friends afterwards

helps you choose decorations when you're being indecisive, also buys little things he thinks you'd like to add in the meantime

he'd 100% untangle the string lights while you put them up (also keeping an eye on the chair you're standing on so you don't fall)

you do actually lose your balance but he's quick on his feet and catches you, the most cocky smirk on his lips while you're blushing and your heart is beating so fast it might explode

he'd scare you too, just so he can make fun of you. also pulls random pranks on you and hides the decorations just so you can whine and complain to him

"I told you to stop being such a ditz, love" with the most loverboy grin on his face

you send him on a last minute errand to buy candy because the two of you only got your favorite kinds and you decided to hoard them for later

compliant boy, also buys you a fall themed drink on his way back

his hand is constantly around your waist or around your shoulders while handing out candy

would ask kids what they're dressed up as and gives the ones with cool costumes extra candy

you scold him for being unfair

you both decided to do a childhood halloween movie marathon, makes you feel like you're a little kid again

trades candy with you, tries to bribe you with cuddles to give him more of yours

cuddlebug!gaz who lets you fall asleep on his lap while he watches the rest of the movie (he stole the rest of your candy, your fault for letting your guard down)

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rx-aysgl · 7 months

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On Kyle's Side: My Personal Take on Cartman And Kyle's Dynamic From Kyle's Point Of View

This is a four part essay in which i explore Cartman and Kyle's relationship, focusing primarily on Kyle's perspective. As said, i have broken it down into four different parts titled:

Sense of Identity

Martyr Complex and Competitiveness

Cartman

Their Relationship

There will be an extra chapter where i will make some additional commentary.

Hope you guys enjoy.

1. Sense of Identity and Selfishness

In the show Kyle is always concerned about “doing the right thing”, at least that's what he likes to tell himself. Though in reality, he is extremely selfish when push comes to shove and the reason for that stems from his constant questioning of his own identity and his stance in things. This makes him come off as rather inconsistent in a lot of ways. As a result, Kyle feels very lost. So what does he do? He decides to base his opinions and feelings and thoughts off of his environment because his own existance overwhelms him so much (eg. the "Tooth Fairy Tats 2000" episode). This puts him into this vicious cycle where he keeps getting lost even more due to not being able to pinpoint his own frame of thought and latching onto the external world that consists of many different people who have found their own way in life who also keep changing constantly and thus leaving all kinds of contradicting impressions on him. Throughout the series we see him try to change his apparence, religion, even his personality for the sake of fitting in (this also correlates to his martyr complex which i will get to). He creates this moral code for himself that he conditions himself to stick to in order to find his own identity and feel a sense of belonging but the sheer inconsistency of said moral code causes him to come off as indecisive, sometimes as a people pleaser and sometimes a hypocrite.

His defiance of a stable frame of mind pushes him to act on instinct and his momentary emotions while his refusal of self-acceptance causes him to distance his true self from others he considers close to him (Stan), hence the selfishness. It makes sense because how could someone get close to another when he can't even make peace with his own identity?

The reason i am mentioning this is to point out that since Cartman is so extreme in his beliefs and deliberately commits so many evil and selfish deeds, Kyle is obsessively drawn to him because it is so easy to call out and oppose him. Their polarity makes Kyle feel a sense of self he doesnt allow himself to truly make peace with and sugarcoat how fucked up he can be just like all the people in South Park that have wronged him but not enough to channel these feelings into. Cartman keeps Kyle grounded. Just like basically every other kid in the show, Kyle has done terrible things but he is so concerned about being right that he has to have Cartman by his side to make him escape from his own inner conflicts by reflecting it directly onto Cartman, the one person he is actually much more similar to more than he likes to think but he can only subconsciously acknowledge it.

2. Martyr Complex and Competitiveness

Another very essential aspect we need to pay attention to is Kyle's martyr complex. Kyle feels the need to not only to do the right thing but also to “sacrifice himself” for it. He is so self righteous to the point that not only does he not acknowledge his own flaws he also thinks he has to be and is some kind of heroic figure to others (eg. "Ginger Cow"), though this is more subtle compared to the other aspects of his personality.

The martyr complex causes Cartman to be seen as an even easier target than he already is and Cartman is more than willing to exploit Kyle for it hence feeding his very own complexes. They mutually feed off of each other to the point they are obsessed with each other and need each other. I would also like to point out that Kyle often shares some of his most vulnerable moments when Cartman is by his side in a suprising way (eg. choosing to stay by Cartman's side in the "You're Getting Old" and "Ass Burgers" episodes as an escape from Stan's depression at the time, crying with Cartman in "Kenny Dies" etc.) and vice versa. Though this is hard to notice on Cartman's side because Kyle conveys his vulnerability via confusion, sadness and desparation whereas Cartman does so via anger, jealousy and revenge.

3. Cartman

Cartman chastising Kyle like this most likely stems from how he believes Kyle was the catalyst to how fucked up he turned out to be due to his constant agression and bullying towards him in the earlier seasons, where he was mostly just a spoiled brat and nowhere near as bad as he is now. His pent up fury leads Cartman to also feel an extreme amount of envy towards Kyle with the reason of Cartman being a little more capable than Kyle at recognizing how him and Kyle share many similarities (being very emotionally driven, selfishness, neuroticism, stubbornnes, a habit of denying their own mistakes) who is in full denial of it on a conscious level. Cartman does try to get closer to Kyle and also the rest of his friends and seek their validation in the earlier seasons but as time goes by he realizes more and more that Kyle does not get the same treatment as him regardless.

Therefore, Cartman blames Kyle for his suffering and takes it all out on him in various disgusting ways because he thinks that Kyle deserves all the terrbile things happening to him.

It is very important to take into consideration how abhorrent Cartman's upbringing was and how influential it is to the way he feels towards Kyle. All of his childhood; he was raised with all kinds of abuse, neglect, extensive bullying and was depraved of almost all positive emotions. The result of this is Cartman ending up percieving positive emotions in a very traumatized, distorted and disturbing way. With this gradual build-up and "Scott Tennorman Must Die" being his breaking point by spreading fear to all of South Park and feeling an overwhelming amout of attention on him that he craved so much, Cartman ultimately comes to the conclusion that he can only and only validate himself by inflicting negativity on others. Independent from being conventionally "positive" or "negative" emotions, post-Scott Tennorman Cartman correlates all of his emotions to seeking attention and asserting himself as much as he can in means of a defense mechanism and in means of validating his own existance. His real feelings are filtered through a broken perspective, of which are conveyed intensely to the people he feels strongly about like Kyle or Liane.

How this all comes back to Kyle lies in the fact that Cartman also "benefits" from the way Kyle caters to his own problems via their seemingly very polarized relationship, not only does Cartman keep Kyle grounded as mentioned but Kyle does keep Cartman grounded as well.

At this point, their individual vicious cycles have become one, a constant play of cat and mouse; with both of them unable to differentiate which one is which, ever chasing.

4. Their Relationship

Describing their feelings towards each other as solely hate wouldn’t do justice to the times they tried so hard to keep the other in their lives (eg. the "Smug Alert" and "Skank Hunt" episodes) not only for the sake of just existing in each others lives or keeping in touch etc. but also to keep each other in their individual loops they are in, of which they cannot maintain with anyone else.

As a consequence Kyle and Cartman’s mutual obsession with each other leads them to go such lengths as saving each other multiple times. However, since there is a perpetual competitiveness between them due to Cartman's evny towards Kyle and Kyle's insatiable need to prove himself to be better than Cartman, they simply cannot stand each other’s happiness, especially if it involves someone really close to them, like a partner. Cartman ruining Kyle's potential romantic relationship with Nicole in "Cartman Finds Love" and Kyle trying to ruin Cartman's relationship with Heidi in "Doubling Down" and Kyle being unable to appreciate Cartman finally changing his ways for good and having a loving relationship and family in the Post Covid specials are all examples of both of them selfishly trying to involve the other in their own issues they should be able to deal with on their own, only have they not been such self absorbed people.

Their rivalry brings out the best and the worst in each other and they both know deep down that they are just like each other and they both hate it and feel an odd sense of comfort in it. That is exactly the reason why they simply cannot stand when the one of them goes on to have a happier life than the other. Not only do they feel as if they have lost some kind of battle but they also feel abandoned when it happens.

Extra Thoughts:

I find their relationship to be extremely complex and honest to god it has my multi media overthinker ass climbing up the walls and shitting furnitures. They are my favorite characters in the show and analyzing both of them was such treat to me. Due to some things i have mentioned in this essay especially on the last chapter, you can interpret some of them in the same vein as some kind of shipping subtext, even though this essay is essentially written in means of sheerly exploring this dynamic as it is. I honestly like keeping things really ambigious without necessarily categorizing relationships as romantic or platonic but if written properly i can enjoy both renditions of this relationship.

In order to clarify some things, i can enjoy romantic kyman ONLY AND ONLY in the condition of Cartman bettering himself over the years. I know it would be really difficult and may seem impossible to most of you but i find it an interesting and challenging story to think about and create content for. I believe that Eric is forever gonna stay as an asshole and i do not expect him to become an angel in the future. However I also think of him to be a really traumatized 8 year old, who is a really fucked up product of his really fucked up environment, a child who is smart enough to learn to be a better person, especially to those he values as his friends if given the proper opportunity. I do not think that their relationship will ever be a conventionally and classically an ideal one, especially from an outsider's perspective but Kyle and Cartman (and the entirety of South Park's cast) are both very far from being ideal human beings in the first place. At the end of the day, relationships can be very complex and unhealthy in real life, they always come in different colors and shapes. It is okay to explore a relationship in fiction without thinking it is the ideal relationship or the relationship you want to have in your own lives. It is okay to explore a relationship because it is interesting and well-written. This is what media literacy is all about.

As a disclaimer before some dumbass ship discourse happens, there are ofc some lines not to cross like the romanticization of inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe and things like ww2 aus and shit btw. That being said, if you cannot separate fiction and reality to the extent i talked about in the previous chapter, this is your stupidity. Stop making it everybody's fucking problem.

anyways im gonna be extra deadass rn if someone gave me a 100k word long collage au that is written properly i would eat that shit up like theres no tomorrow. it doesnt even have to be romantic i just want more of them they are so interesting 😭😭😭 they also funny as fuck so the 2012 yaoi becomes even funnier. what a great dynamic godzamn 😭😭😭😭

Thanks for reading!!!

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I got some boost from @coldqueenuv, so here it goes.

"Understand me"| Ghost x reader

Chapter 2

Few years have passed, by your side, Makarov did a lot of missions successfully. But now, you were on your vacation, not your will, but you had to for two and a half years.

While Makarov is working hard to protect you two, you're raising your daughter somewhere in the wildness, away from other people and away from Makarov's sight.

It's hard for you, raising a child on your own, but you know it has to be like that for few more years. She was 5 years old, you were pregnant, after two months after you came to Makarov, you told him you were pregnant. It would be a perfect new start. Well it should have been like that if HE didn't show up.

Your daughter Sonya, was trained for situations like this. You had your code "The play begins!" and she'll hide herself in a basket in the basement. They captured you after a good fight with them, but you hid her, and that's the main 'mission'.

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"Where's Makarov?" –"In your ass!" Ghost couldn't take it anymore and without thinking he punched you. "WHERE IS HE?!" –"You'll never find them!!"

"Them? You mean there are more Makarovs?" -"Yeah, you're looking at one of them." silence was between TF141. They didn't expect to see you alive, then they found out that you're married to the terrorist.

Price was looking at you with sympathy, he is like a father to you, and he can just think what have you been through. With him, you spoke normally after they captured you like you never left their side. He knows why you left them, but it breaks his heart knowing you're with a person who's once your enemy.

Kyle and Soap were betrayed, they would like to hug you right now, but their inner self was against it. Once the best trio, was now looking at eachother in annoyance.

And Ghost was destroyed inside. There wasn't Simon Riley anymore. Just a monster called Ghost. He was looking at you with disgust. How could you, not Kyle, not Soap, but YOU, his closest comrade, a person he had feelings for but he didn't show it because he was afraid he would lose you, betray him. The only thing he could see in you is anger and fearless leader that's ready to sacrifice herself for the one she loves.

"I won't ask again, L/N." –"I won't repeat myself, Lieutenant."

"Okay, you two that's... Do you hear that?" Just as Price said that, the explosion happend that made you all blind for few moments. Your team came to save you from the base, together with your husband.

"Don't let them escape! She's everything we got!!" Ghost yelled at the guards, but it was too late. While they were trying to save you, Makarov made three teams for different missions: 1) team for saving you; 2) team for distraction; 3) team for picking up intel. And they didn't have a chance against Makarov's army.

After Makarov and you have left, TF141 was, together with the other teams, cleaning base from dead bodies. You could fear the frustration in the air.

"Ghost, maybe you should sit down a bit." Soap said to him when he saw him throwing things around.

"How?! Y/N is with that Russian pig that attacked our base, now you're telling me to sit down. I don't even have.....cigar..."he put his hand in his pocket and found a piece of paper –"Simon, what is it?"

"A note. This is Y/N's handwriting."

"What does it say?" Kyle asked

"I did left, I made a mistake, but now I can't come back because I need to protect my blood, my younger self, but she has to know that she doesn't share blood with Makarov. Save her, Simon, that's all I ask from you. It's too late for me... I know you'll understand what I wrote to you."

"We have to save her. Both of them." Simon rushed to take his equipment and start preparing for a new mission. –"Who is she talking about?!" Price asked

"My daughter."

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Year of the Bat - Number 31

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! Welcome to Year of the Bat! To ring in the New Year – and to memorialize the lives of Kevin Conroy, Arleen Sorkin, and Richard Moll - I will be counting down my Top 31 Favorite Episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” throughout January. Today, the countdown begins in earnest! EPISODE QUOTE: “I am the cat who walks by herself.” Number 31 is…Catwalk.

This episode is interesting for two reasons. One, it is a villain team-up episode (of sorts) between two of my favorite Bat bad guys: Catwoman, and the Ventriloquist & Scarface. Two, it is actually the only major appearance for either villain to appear on the main countdown. In the case of the Ventriloquist and Scarface, this was not because their other appearances were bad, nor even because this is technically their best outing; it’s hard to say why this is my favorite of their pop-ups, it just kind of is. There’s for me to say when it comes to Catwoman, however. First, let’s look at the actual story of this episode: the plot takes place after Selina Kyle – following the events of several other episodes in continuity – has effectively retired from being Catwoman, and is trying to go straight. However, Selina is not wholly happy with her life on the straight and narrow path: she misses the thrill of the chase, and still has her own sort of warped ideals of justice inside her own heart. When the Ventriloquist & Scarface tempt her with a chance to get back at some people, and then later stab her in the back to let her take the fall, the clash between the supervillains leads to Batman’s intervention…and to Selina questioning whether or not she can truly escape the clutches of her alter-ego. Catwoman was a strange character in this show. On the one hand, she was and still is arguably among the most lauded takes on the character, as well as one of my personal favorites. Whenever I think of Selina Kyle, or read her comics, or even when I write for her, Adrienne Barbeau’s voice from this franchise is one of the first I think of. However, conversely, a lot of her actual episodes didn’t really feel like they were among the absolute best in the series: a lot of times it felt like the creators weren’t quite sure what to do with Catwoman, in my opinion. They knew she was an integral part of Batman’s world, and they had a good handle on her character, but the actual stories she showed up in fluctuated in quality. “Catwalk,” in my opinion, is the absolute best look into Catwoman’s mind we’ve gotten. After being (more or less) reformed for quite some time, seeing Selina return to the dark side was somehow both refreshing and tragic at the same time. The episode plays around with the idea of duality, and of how a person can never truly escape their inner demons: that’s actually where the Ventriloquist and Scarface come into play. Arnold Wesker acts as a sort of dark mirror of Selina in the story: like her, he’s a person who doesn’t necessarily WANT to be the villain, but he can’t escape his own inner evil, manifested through Scarface. Selina, too, is struggling with who she really is, and who she wants to be, and whether or not she can really leave her past behind. The difference is that, while Catwoman will step over boundaries and lines Batman cannot and will not cross, she does so for reasons we can empathize with. Wesker’s Scarface persona is just rotten to the wooden core. Seeing these great villains play off each other leads to some humorous and interesting dialogue, and seeing Batman have to balance his love for Selina and his sense of duty is, of course, a classic dilemma. It’s really Catwoman, herself, though, who makes the episode so great. It may get the lowest spot on the list, but do not misconstrue that to mean this is a bad episode: it’s absolutely awesome, and if you’re going to watch only one Catwoman-centric episode from this show, I highly recommend this to be that one.

Tomorrow we move on to Number 30! Hint: “My, my. Can we actually have a brain beneath that pointy cowl of ours?”

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The Heist- Part 19

You know the drill now... For previous updates, go here! I might have finished the task you all were snowballing hehe<3

"Hell the fuck no!", I shriek at the flashy red 1968 Ford Mustang gracing the shitty background view, and I make a leap towards it, sprawling over its hood. "This is what they call a 'wet dream'!" I move back from the hood and take the majestic vehicle in once again, disbelief radiating from my eyes.

"Certainly", he lets out a small laugh in response, "I suppose our definitions of 'wet dream' vary a lot."

Thank goodness my back is towards him since I can feel the heat creeping out from my cheeks, most probably tainting them a deep red. I find myself pressing my thighs together subconsciously, trying to subdue the building heat between them. Ever since our little make-out session, I have now officially lost count of how many times did I repeat that scenario in my head. God knows where it would have led had we not been interrupted.

I get too busy with my thoughts that I seem to have not noticed Jake moving up and now standing behind me. Too close yet not enough.

"I know what you're thinking MC. No point hiding your face from me", he coos in my ear, one of his hands gently squeezing my butt. A little sigh escapes from me before suddenly he spanks my butt, and reminds me of the task at hand.

"Goodness, Jake!", I squeal at him and try to smack his tummy but he catches my wrist before that and gently twists it. I whine and try to free it from his iron clasp but to no avail. Then, suddenly, he brings it closer to his lips and gently kisses my inner wrist which makes butterflies flutter in my belly from the delicacy of his action.

"Everyday I find myself thanking whatever Gods that exist in this world for bringing you in my life. Whatever I say to describe my feelings towards you is still insufficient and an 'I love you' does no justice to the amount of love and respect I have for you MC. You gave a reason to my life even back then and you seem to do that now as well. I just hope that once all this ends, I'll be able to provide you a life you deserve. That I'll be sufficient enough to protect you, the way I should right now too."

Tears try to well in my eyes from the sudden declaration I receive from him. "Yeah well, you can call me your majesty from now as a token of gratitude", I sniff out a bit from the heavy emotions that stir inside me and try to lighten the air between us. Jake lets out a laugh and motions for us to start our journey.

"Okay well if not that, at least lemme ride this beauty?", I ask him, batting my eyes like a 3 year old in the toy section of a supermarket, "Pweeeeez(please)?"

He gently pinches my nose, saying, "Cute but no. Now no tilly-tallying about that and lets go."

I drag my feet to the car from the disappointment and slump in my seat, throwing my backpack to the backseats. Jake follows the same, except he 'keeps' his bag instead of throwing it back. He turns the ignition on and the engine purrs deliciously, almost making me drool over it.

As we finally start with our journey to Berlin, I realise that this has to be one of the calmest and optimistic moment in a while. We found Kyle! Unbelievable for me at least since I always had this feeling that Mark Wilson or whatever his name is, would have killed him already or something. The fact he managed to stay afloat regardless of probable bounty worth several dollars for his head is remarkable.

As for calling this moment calm, I say so because maybe ever since I met Jake, we never had a peaceful moment to ourselves like we do right now. Jake drives the car with his one hand managing the steering and the other takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers in each other, his thumb drawing those little circles on the dorsal side of my palm. I throw my head back from the fatigue by the last few days, imagining how Jake spent years living a life worse than this and yet managed to stay a little fun with me at times during our chats.

"You know, you should take some rest while you can right now. The past few days haven't been very kind on you", he suggests me while glancing at me sideways for a few seconds.

"So haven't for you Jake. You can let me drive just so you know, if you get tired and need a break too", I soften my eyes at him, trying to reciprocate the mutual care.

"I will, once you get your quota of sleep in."

"Pfft, you and your obstinate ass", I roll my eyes at him and shift my weight on my left, leaning my head against the cool window pane.

As I shut my eyes, my mind wanders back to our foe at hand, how he oh-so-conveniently got rid of and silenced ANY further investigations regarding the cold blooded murder of Michael. How powerful is that guy? Somehow I still do not seem to know the answer to that question.

It still baffles me how we ACTUALLY got rid of Michael, how we tricked Mark to believe that his loyal servant was two-timing him, and the way James and Jake laid out the whole plan, and executed it...

Two days back when the three of us were bewildered over a dearth of ideas as to how to get in the farm where Mark was hiding. We knew he was at the farm only because of the intel we discovered on our own so sending James with the files would definitely be suspicious and abrupt, and it would make us lose out at an important chance if Mark sniffed something out.

"Well, what if James gets invited to the farm?", I subconsciously mutter, thinking deeply about the faint idea flashing in my head.

"What do you mean?", James lifts his head from the files and looks at me to elaborate further.

"Well, the best way to infiltrate an area is to get invited", I say in a matter-of-fact way. "If a rumour spreads in your organisation suggesting Michael is guilty of whatever is written in those files of yours, and then it reaches the inner circle that you were the one to discover that, I guess Master will himself call you in to clarify that. Then you take the files with you and show him everything. BAM, instant kill."

"But why would I be the one to throw light on Michael's deeds? Wouldn't it be suspicious that I suddenly bring up proof to get him out especially after Michael tried to attack you guys?", James tries to reason back.

"Oh. Then tell him the truth. Michael had the audacity to check on your personal space, suspecting you of hiding us and it hurt your ego. Plus you are loyal to Master, and you would never let anyone screw, whatever you guys call yourselves, over", I explained as I took a seat on the bean bag, flipping my hair backwards.

"Fuck, that would actually sounds honest and authentic. God, you are a genius MC", Jake beamed and kissed my cheek.

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"FUCK, MC GET UP!", Jake exclaims in a loud voice, making me jerk from my little recapitulation.

"What happened Jake?!", I try to rearrange my mind, desperately in an attempt to understand the sudden commotion.

"They caught onto us. Master's men are after us. Look at the rear mirror", he mumbles so fast that I barely catch onto what he's saying. I look at the concave mirror beside me and find 4 black SUVs chasing us.

Jake tries to lose them, making sharp turns and twists which would have thrown me across the car if I didn't have the seat belt on. I feel a distinct buzzing in my pants and find Christopher calling me on my burner phone. I pick it up without further ado and stick it to my ear, so that it does not get tossed to some unreachable corner of the car.

"MC! Get to a safe place immediately! I heard some chatter in the FBI while I was there and demanded to know what was going on. Finally they spilled that the cyber criminal, who you are to help the FBI with, had caught onto your trail. Please tell me they haven't yet!"

"Fuck, they are right after us Chris. Jake is trying to outspeed them but I don't know what's there for us."

"I'm sending you... Just...there and call at... They will take you... help you too."

"What? I can't hear you Chris!", I try to re-communicate with him when suddenly a bullet hits the rear glass of the car, making me lose grip on the phone and duck down in response.

"Shit, shit, shit. MC, get my bag from the rear seat and open the front zip", Jake orders me, still zipping around the deserted road.

I flap open my seatbelt and try to reach the rear seat but misbalance as Jake takes another sharp turn. I push myself forward and somehow manage to grab onto the bag before seating myself back on the passenger seat. I open the bag and find a revolver staring back at me.

"What in the actual fuck Jake?! Where the fuck did you get this?", I ask him in utter disbelief though realising the situation right now isn't the most perfect one for Q&A. "Scratch that, what do you want me to do?"

"I'm gonna hit the gas really hard now, which will temporarily make them lose sight us of. Then we get out and hide, I'll do the shooting don't worry. Just stay with me and DO NOT let even 1 feet distance between us. Understood?"

"Okay", I nod, more to myself as I try to prepare myself for the task at hand.

Jake then speeds the car so fast that I find myself being pushed back to my seat, unable to even lift my head. I scream at seeing a dead end ahead but Jake jerks my hand and screams, "Jump now!"

And I do. I open the car door and jump down on the grass which maybe does break my fall but my body stills rolls down and when it finally stops, I look back and find the car jumping into the deep ditch.

"NOOOO! JAKE!!!!!", I scream my lungs out on not seeing him anywhere. He didn't jump with the car right? "No no no, this can't happen." And I start running towards the ditch to figure shit out when suddenly...

@a-glimpse-of-fantasy here you go lovely! <3

NEXT PART

Sorry, I ain't as active as I was when I joined but ehh, life took over my steering so... <3 Hope you enjoyed tho haha!

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Catwoman:The Series

Season 2

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This is a concept for a live-action limited Catwoman Tv Series that could be adapted on something like HBO MAX or a another network or streaming.

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Synopsis:Selina Kyle has never been defined by the things she does.As Catwoman she has decided to do whatever she pleases, and dares anyone to back this cat into a corner.

Release: May 6, 2028

Rating: TV-MA

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Cast:

Selina Kyle/Catwoman……Shay Mitchell

Mavin “Holly” Robinson…….Lachlan Watson

Kate Kane/ Batwoman………Kristen Stewart

Amanda Waller…………Angelia Bassett

Cameos:

Stephanie Brown/Spoiler…….Teagan Croft

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Concept:

Catwoman suit:

Batwoman’s Suit:

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Seeing if this was on streaming TV series the episode count would be anywhere from 6-13. For the series however will go with 7. Each episode is about 42 - 59 minutes, and all give a little summary for each episode.

Episodes:

Catflies:

Selina attempts to steal from a museum in Gotham’s Financial District,but Is unexpectedly captured. She wakes up in a cell comes face to face with the infamous Amanda Waller who wants Selina something of top secret. In exchange Walker will give her information for her long lost sister.

Holly doesn’t just want to be the sit on the sidelines anymore and wants to be out on the prowl like Catwoman.

2. Beware the Cat:

Catwoman goes undercover as a sexy club goer in order to get into the Iceberg Lounge. She meets a woman named Late at the bar who is taken with her,Selina plays along long enough to find the Penguin’s office.

She finds plans and blueprints for a Electric Skeleton Key, and find that is being manufactured at Kane Industries. While breaking to the building she meets the new vigilante known as Batwoman.

3. Catastrophic:

Catwoman and Batwoman team up to find the missing Skeleton Key. They travel to nearby Bludheaven which is filled with crime with no current hero.

Holly attempts to pose as Catwoman and try to bust a robbery and is nearly killed herself with out assistance from Spoiler who just returned from Hong Kong.

4.The Bat and the Cat:

Batwoman and Catwoman return from Bludheaven with intel about Black Masks strongholds that is supposedly housing the key for a black market auction later that night. The two break and take on some of Gotham’s most notorious mobsters.

Stephanie has Holly meet her Pauli’s Diner and she tells her why if she wants to go out a be hero she needs to find the right reasons for her,but most of all she needs to be the hero she wants to be.

5. Independent:

After finally getting the Skeleton Key Selina realized it’s full capabilities and wants to know why Waller wants it.

She meets with Waller and demands an explanation. She is met with a hit on her life if she’s crossed.

Holly took what Stephanie told her yesterday and decided to find one of Selina’s old friends in Gotham.

6. The Stray:

Selina is thrown into Waller’s cell again deep underground the Agency. Waller tells her through inner com that she isn’t to be taken lightly.

Batwoman had been secretly tailing Catwoman and breaks into the temporary Agency base to free her.

7. Fresh Start:

After escaping with the flash drive about her sister and destroying the Skeleton key. Catwoman nearly kills Waller and demands she leaves Gotham. Reluctantly Waller agrees but tell her that she could use someone on a team of her’s she’s about to create and Selina declines the offer.

Selina finally learns Batwoman’s identity. And thanks her for her help. Selina clears out her small apartment in the East End and Holly tells Selina that she needs to find her own path and is staying in Gotham. Selina takes Isis her cat and leaves Gotham City.

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Joker Parks AU

Crossover AU of DC Comics, specifically Batman, and Dead End: Paranormal Park.

Joesph Kerr, better known by his stage name the Joker, is a famous TV and movie star, comedian and general personality. He’s egotistical and kinda shifty, but very charismatic, a brilliant actor and none of the rumours have ever been proven, so his popularity has endured over many years; his style of comedy is notably ironic, irreverent and morbid, while his trademark genre is chilling, thrilling, eerie, high-octane horror often with supernatural elements. He’s such a big presence that he’s got his own theme park themed entirely around him and his work. Lately he’s retired from the public scene though. In fact, fact, despite thriving on attention, he has this weird tendency to disappear every now and then and show up looking slightly different. Wait, how long is his career? Does anyone know how old he is?

Selina Kyle is a troubled teenage girl. Her cool, sly delinquent persona and cynical sharp wit hide not only pain, but a huge heart that cares deeply about people once she lets them in. She was born and raised in the East End of Gotham City, a district defined by poverty and suffering. Her mother committed suicide when she was just a young child. Her abusive father drank himself to death not long afterward. She and her little sister Maggie have recently passed into the custody of Leslie Thompkins, a doctor in the same neighbourhood who is a genuinely wonderful person and mother. But Selina is fiercely independent, carrying tons of unprocessed grief and guilt about her mother’s death and bitter disrespect toward the concepts of parents and authority, and as a result unable to accept Leslie or the notions that maybe her life can be good and she can be happy. And most crucially, that she deserves to be happy. This severely strains her relationship with Leslie because she continually sabotages it. It’s also taxing her and Maggie’s previously strong bond; Maggie is much more optimistic, sociable, cooperative and docile and unlike Selina, engages with the therapy Leslie’s signed them up for, making her the better adjusted sister. Part of Selina is jealous, the rest doesn’t want to drag her down. She becomes a security guard at Joker Parks to have a place to escape these tensions and interact with people who won’t know her tragic past unless she tells them. In the wake of a wild hiring, she takes this to the point of she running away to live in the park’s main building Dead End, a haunted mansion attraction that happens to actually be haunted. It isn’t the first time she’s ran away. She knows how to survive alone. That Maggie misses her and Leslie refuses to give up on her for some inexplicable reason can be dealt with later. Except from the start of this time, she isn’t alone. She has… friends. This is new and significantly complicates things.

Harleen “Harley” Quinzel is another troubled teenage girl. A boisterous, hyperactive eccentric, she chafes in her tedious life of mundanity and obscurity. Bullying has been a lifelong problem. She has low self-esteem, doesn’t consider herself special or worthwhile at all and is terrified of never amounting to anything, so she’s fixated on acquiring worthiness through sheer dedication: when it comes to passion and enthusiasm, nobody can top her. If anything her problem is being too intense. She has an idealistic worldview, seeing the best in people and wanting to believe there’s good in everyone. She’s painfully self-aware of her social ineptitude in practice, and studies psychological theory in great detail to try to compensate. Her inner empathy is high, she simply doesn’t always know how to apply it. While Selina has grown up too fast, Harley frequently comes across as emotionally immature. The one constant illuminating her dreary life has been her interest in the Joker. She’s a superfan. He makes her feel like she can be somebody, do something that matters, make a difference - not to mention he’s her celebrity crush. Even before getting hired there, she has encyclopaedic knowledge of Joker Parks. Her fashion sense and sense of humour are clearly partly inspired by his. Working at his theme park as a security guard is her dream job. She doesn’t think anything could possibly ruin her summer, however scary and scarring its occult underside might get. Unfortunately, the park takes this as a challenge.

Poison Ivy is an ancient immortal nature spirit thousands of years old, although she physically appears and half the time acts like a teenage girl, and definitely extremely troubled. She’s the spirit of the land the park and surrounding suburbia stand on, the guardian of its plants. She used to be a sweet soul. Humanity’s uncompromising expansion overpowered her magic - in response she’s learned to be a lot more ruthless and cunning in how she uses it - and she has been forced to watch her domain be devastated and defiled to this day, currently by a gaudy, totally unnecessary amusement park. And she feels it’s all her fault. It’s been a rough five centuries. The modern Ivy is a jaded misanthrope who despises humans. Their selfishness, greed, pride and indulgence are the only parts of them she’s experienced, so she acts callous right back. At the beginning of the story she’s so broken she’s lost faith in everything and everyone and thinks humanity’s excess has ruined Earth beyond salvation. Her goal is to sever her connection to her territory (removing her indestructible magic vine bracelets in the process) thus allowing her to leave the park and its shameful memories of her failure behind for another dimension inhabited exclusively by fellow supernatural beings. Where she can find peace… and make her first ever friends. This will take powerful magic. Hence why she’s initially aligned with the evil demon lord Temeluchus. However, this tangled thorn bush still has its roses. She does have a conscience and yearns for companionship and compassion. The mortal girls and Ace’s arrival sets her off on rediscovering the world’s good and beauty, discovering humanity’s and regaining her own direction and belief in herself. She slowly realizes friendship is several dimensions closer than she thought.

Ace is Harley’s beloved pet German Shepherd. (Yes, I’m stealing Batman’s dog because I can and it suits Joker and Harley’s shared playing card motif.) She wanted a hyena as a kid because Joker tames one to be his sidekick in a movie, but settled for a dog. He’s named after the hyena too. He develops human intelligence, speech, opposable thumbs and magical abilities after accidentally being possessed by Temeluchus and retaining a tiny fragment of the mighty demon’s soul. He’s unconditionally loyal to Harley, but simultaneously forms an independent identity. E.g. he hones his magical talent under Ivy’s tutelage and bonds with her over being fundamentally caught in a liminal space between the paranormal and the earthly. Having her oldest friend challenge her and assert his autonomy pushes Harley to mature and be more respectful of others.

Bruce Wayne is slightly older than Selina and Harley and a more experienced employee of the park who operates the Deathslide attraction. His personality fits perfectly into its gothic atmosphere. He joins the girls in unraveling the Joker’s mysteries and eventually Selina in a romantic relationship. The truth is that like them he’s desperately lonely, isolated by his sheltered background as the richest kid in Gotham and self-perpetuating poor social skills. Justice, helping people and detective work have given meaning to his life in lieu of connection with others. The reason he got his job in the first place was to figure out and expose the Joker’s corruption and deception, based on his impossibly long lifespan and the testimony of an old impersonator of him. Befriending the girls and Ace gets him invested in investigating the supernatural as well.

#yeah it has a darker tone than the show #i love harlivy but i don’t know if it would work here because one of them’s immortal and the other is not #and that’s sad enough with the friendships #listen LISTEN #harley singing ‘my frankenstein’#ivy choosing earth over the spirit realm because a) her friends are there and b) the planet is worth saving and can be saved #in the second instalment harley treating ace like her bullies and teachers do her #(‘if you would just try to act normal we wouldn’t have a problem!’)#selina’s worst fear being that the pain she’s causing her family will make leslie give up on her and ruin things for maggie #brucelina trying to be a serious gritty teen detective duo except they need harley there for her knowledge #a whole instalment where the subplot is ivy and bruce watching a demonic game show together #ivy completely dropping her ‘i hate everything’ attitude around ace because he’s a dog and she can’t hate animals #the kid who supplies the magazine being barbara gordon #ivy not admiring the joker’s evil after the full reveal but boasting that her cynical view of humanity was been vindicated #and making harley feel even more stupid and naive for her faith in people #joker parks au #dead end: paranormal park #dead end paranormal park #de:pp #joker #the joker #selina kyle #harleen quinzel #bruce wayne #dc au #crossover au

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catt-marp · 3 months

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A Shoulder To Lean On

“This sucks so much shit, dude.”

Kyle almost spat the words, his frustration boiling over. Star pitcher of the prestigious Driftveil University baseball team, knocked out for the indefinite future because of his own shitty anatomy and bad luck. At least, that’s what he thought. Big burst of pain on the inner side of his elbow after throwing a pitch deep into a game. That’s all it took. Apparently he tore a ligament in his arm? Bullshit.

Surgery on his ligament took place a few months back. During the intervening time, countless people assured him that only the best surgeons worked on his precious arm. They better have–those knife-wielding playing-god motherfuckers held his entire future in their shaky hands. When they told him about the expected recovery time, he flipped his lid faster than his Arceus-damned fastball. A year?

Which led him to today, mulling over the inherent unfairness of the world from his spot on an exercise table in a physical therapist‘s office in downtown Driftveil.

He’d suffered through months of nothing but the simplest of exercises and stretches on the recommendation of his trainer. No throwing, no sprinting, nothing. The most excitement he’d had was riding a stationary bike at a leisurely pace through a computer-generated meadow projected on the screens of his exercise equipment. Absolutely thrilling stuff.

He’d protested, but doctors and trainers alike insisted that any more “strenuous” exercises could risk increasing the time to return to peak form. Worse, the wrong “stress” could lead to permanent losses. Kyle was stubborn and frustrated and annoyed, but he wasn’t an idiot.

Give it time and do what you’re told. That mantra repeated in the back of his mind over and over.

Finally, FINALLY, the news came that he could advance on his treatment plan. Did that mean he’d get to throw the ball again? Some Janitor throws, or step back pivot tosses? Maybe even a towel drill?

No, of course not. It just meant it was time for some slightly different silly stretches. He wanted to scream.

Instead, he worked his shoulder muscles for the billionth time.

“All of the shit. Just draining down the back of my throat. Nasty, disgusting, diarrhea shits.”

“You humans are strange sometimes.”

The voice had come out of nowhere, a deep baritone woven within an electronic pattern; the sign of a functioning translation device. The sound heralded Kyle’s villain for the day, the reason for his sour mood.

Stupid Pokémon.

Kyle turned to face the perpetrator. A colossal wall of a Throh greeted him, a stoic look on his face. The standard physical therapist’s outfit of loose, dark blue scrubs replaced the more traditional judogi his species normally wore. Located over the left side of his chest, a badge held an ID photo of the Throh, his name written above in text too small for Kyle to make out. The text he could make out was more important, after all. Physical Therapist.

Who decided it was a good idea to let their pet play pretend?

“Listen, Mr. Muppet Man, I’m just trying to work through the stress of my life being thrown directly into a blender, alright?”

A bit more venom escaped in his words than he expected, but his frustration felt justified. His Physical Therapist left him with these useless repetitive motions before leaving the room to take a call. She said Kyle would be fine with her partner, who was standing off to the side of the room for the duration of his appointment until this point. He spotted the Judo Pokémon greeting him with a small wave when he first got settled in his exercise room, but he had not made himself known until now.

The Throh arched his brow at the remark, but if it upset him, he made no note of it. He slowly ambled towards Kyle.

“My apologies for this…thing,” he said, gesturing toward the translator device pinned to his uniform near his badge. It took Kyle a moment to realize that the deep voice lacked any electronic hum. “I can speak Human, but…must be clear for care of patients.”

With a flick of a switch on the side of the device, it lit up again with a brilliant green light, indicating it was working. The Throh pulled a chair alongside him and sat down next to the table Kyle was using. He made eye contact with Kyle, a calm look on his face.

“Sorry for the late introduction. Toshiro’s the name, physical therapy is my game, believe it or not. I just felt your words were strange. But many humans say strange words here,” Toshiro said, tilting his head to the side in thought.

Kyle realized quickly he much preferred when the big lug of a Pokémon pretended to be a statue and not his trainer.

“We do that when we are frustrated, I guess. Start spewing whatever’s on the top of our head. Like yes, my elbow is getting so much better by stretching my back and shoulder. Of course that makes perfect sense.”

Toshiro nodded along, not appearing to pick up on the sarcasm dripping from Kyle’s words.

“That was ironic, Throh. This is stupid,” he growled, putting a little emphasis on the words to make his meaning clear to the stupid fighting creature.

A frown split Toshiro’s neutral expression. “Did Sarah not explain at the start of this visit? Or did I mishear her?”

Kyle had not misheard her; he just didn’t care for the details. He needed to ease himself in and strengthen muscles. Not mess things up long term. Things he knew, but he found that thinking about them repetitively was worse than the physical repetitions he was oh so familiar with at this point.

“No, please enlighten me, Mr. Physical Therapist,” Kyle said in the most sickly sweet voice he could muster.

Without a word of complaint, Toshiro got up and walked over to stand on the right side of Kyle.

“May I examine your arm?” the Throh asked, tone professional.

Arm held out, Kyle internally rolled his eyes at the lack of a rise at his words. It looked like the big lug was actually trying to help him, so he would do as asked and pay attention. He could do that much, even though he just expected a parroting of what he heard before from Sarah. This was her Pokémon after all, right?

Toshiro took hold of Kyle’s arm, one hand on the upper part and another on the lower.

“You had a total tear of your UCL–it’s the ligament on the inside of your elbow that connects the bone in your upper arm and lower arm. The surgeons took some tissue from somewhere else on your body or had a donor to replace the torn ligament. You most recently had the elbow brace removed that was being used as a support for the last month or so. All this sound correct?”

Kyle nodded, uncertain where Toshiro was going with this, but willing to play along.

“Studies suggest the best way to give athletes a chance of full recovery is through ensuring surrounding muscular structures remain active and strong. These have also revealed that these injuries can lead to long-term balance issues and problems with shoulder joints. This leads to muscle deficits in the medial flexor-pronator complex because of maximum activation during–oh sorry, I got ahead of myself there. Does that make sense?” Toshiro said, pausing for a moment with a sheepish expression on his face.

Kyle blinked. Sarah had not gone into this amount of detail. The young man had goals of being the best pitcher he could be, so he knew more about the mechanics of arm muscles and structures than most people thought. That the Pokémon next to him knew this much and could go into even more detail if pressed surprised Kyle. Thoughts of books and judging covers crossed his mind before he returned to the conversation.

“Yeah, it does. What else ya got for me?” he said, a sudden burst of energy filling his words.

A smile grew on Toshiro’s face as his hand on Kyle’s upper arm moved up to the athlete's shoulder as he continued, “Well, the elbow itself functions as a sort of kinetic chain, where all the structures in tandem work together to ensure proper delivery of force and power. Because of this, strengthening not only surrounding muscles, but the muscles in your core and in your hips, will give you a greater chance of recovering well and getting back to your pitching goals.” He paused for a second to wait for questions. Kyle had none, but watched Toshiro with rapt attention, as if asking for more. “Research has shown that focusing on the shoulder, wrist, legs, and your abdomen decreases stress on the elbow and aids in its own recovery.”

Kyle mused on these thoughts for a moment. Strengthening the body as a whole could improve the individual parts, huh? He supposed that made sense and could work with that. Better than nothing. The question from before barged its way into his mind, however, demanding an answer.

“Okay, I understand that. More detailed than Sarah, but still the focus is on everything but the injured part of my body! Why can’t I start with elbow stuff? Isn’t doing nothing about it also bad?”

Toshiro kept his same polite expression, moving the hand on Kyle’s forearm up to the elbow proper while the other remained on Kyle’s right shoulder. He gently took hold of the elbow, and then rotated Kyle’s arm at the shoulder joint a few times to test something only he was aware of. No wince or grimace of pain appeared on the young man’s face.

“Right, here’s the thing. The plan was to move forward by adding elbow-focused exercises, but only once the soreness improved and you could move your elbow without pain. We will continue to provide pain relief–like the ultrasound machine, electric stimulation, muscle manipulation, and more throughout all this. Not to cause any grief, but, well, Sarah mentioned this near the end of her explanation, but you appeared a little…distracted, I suppose, and may have missed it?”

Kyle groaned and looked back on that conversation about half an hour prior. Yes, she had mentioned something about “next steps,” hadn’t she? Ugh, how embarrassing, he thought. He blamed the frustration and lack of specific answers. No one had tried starting off with this much detail before.

“Okay, yeah, uh…shit, she said something like that? I wouldn’t miss shit like that if people didn’t baby me, though. I care enough about my future to look into this stuff, y’know?”

Toshiro kept manipulating his elbow and doing the soft-tissue mobilizations they told Kyle about previously while he spoke without missing a beat. “Did you ask? Everyone on our team is happy to share as much or as little information with patients, as long as you understand the important stuff.”

Heat filled Kyle’s cheeks. He had not, in fact, asked. Stupid, idiotic, boneheaded play. The frustration from before swelled, but not directed at any of the people he had worked with. No, this was all directed straight at himself. He stewed a bit in these thoughts, but his lack of an answer was one enough for Toshiro.

“Hey, it’s fine, you know? You’re not wrong. It is a major, life-changing event for you, and even doing everything right can lead to injuries like this,” he said, taking a hand off Kyle’s shoulder and clapping his back in a reassuring manner. “Your frustration, your fears, these are valid feelings. We are only here to help you through this and get you to where you yourself want to be, aye?”

The room was still, with neither of the two moving for a moment as Kyle processed the words. He would never admit how touched he was by the words. A rueful smile spread across his own face, thinking of his behavior and his own first impressions of Toshiro. He had definitely jumped the gun on this guy.

“You’re right. I am frustrated. But I apologize for my words earlier. They were fucking rude,” Kyle said, moving to rub his left hand on the back of his head. “And, uh, I’d like to hear more if you’re willing to work with me.”

He looked away as he said this, more embarrassed with himself than anything. A chuckle escaped the Throh, untranslated; the sound felt like it came from a deeper register than possible. It finally, truly hit Kyle how his trainer actually was a Pokémon, not human.

“Of course, Kyle. What other questions do you have?” Toshiro moved back, ready to continue this session in Sarah’s absence.

The frustration at his situation no longer overran Kyle’s thoughts. It was still there, and he didn’t think it would go away throughout the entire length of this recovery period. This was bullshit. But the drive to improve, to listen, and to better himself was never stronger, and all it took was a brief chat with a Pokémon.

Actually, Kyle thought, it was a chat with a good physical therapist.

#pokemon #oc #throh #drama #medical #physical health #physical therapy #recovery #healing #self reflection #introspection #baseball #ulnar collateral ligament #UCL tear #pitcher

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vellichor-of-the-solivagant · 5 months

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How to Plant Snapdragons (pt. 8)

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Keegan & König x Female Criminal!Reader (Captain Price, because he'll be like a father to the bunch, and König and Keegan won't appear until later on in the story)

CHAPTER SUMMARY: At least, you got a real-life experience rather than reading it.

You are currently reading Chapter 8! Here is Chapter 7 and the Masterlist!

Chapter 8: How to Not Write A Supposedly Slow Burn!!!

CONTENT WARNING: NSFW! Smut, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Handjobs, author's poor attempt on smut, MDNI NOTE: Ngl, I am not that used to writing smut (don't kill me), which is why I wrote the gremlin as inexperienced as well (actually, she has experience but not that much, but still, don't kill me) and please let me know if I forget other warnings! I'll be happy to put them. WORD COUNT: 2.7k

Soap got up on you yet kept his lips connected to your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin that got you moaning out his name. He went down, hands caressing your curves and slowly slipping under your t-shirt.

“Be quiet now, love,” Gaz cooed in a low voice, grabbing your chin, and placed his lips over yours. Your eyes shut and brows knitted, gasping into the kiss and tugging on his hair as your back arched into Johnny’s touches.

You felt a tug on your shorts and broke from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your soft lips and Kyle’s, and you looked down at Soap with avidity, pleading for him to continue.

“Use yer words, alright?” His fingers hooked on the garter of your shorts and panties and pulled them down in one swift movement. A guttural groan escaped his throat as his eyes dropped to your pussy—your hole clenching around nothing, dripping on the bed. “Yer already this wet, bonnie?” The sight of it made his dick twitch in his pants.

Your face flushed. “Shut up.”

Soap chuckled, calloused hands went under your knees, while Gaz gathered your shirt up, fingers tracing on your stomach and sending goosebumps running down your skin. Soap planted open kisses up your inner thigh, the scars, and hip bones, glancing up at you and caressing your bandaged wound before his tongue dipped down and swiped at your labia. You gasped, hand flying to his mohawk, and whimpered as Gaz massaged your breast.

Your fingers trailed down on Kyle’s neck, smiling as his lips planted on your jaw, peppering kisses down your neck, collarbone, and the swell of your chest. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered on your skin, and could hear the loud beats of your heart, be it anticipation and nervousness as he pushed the cup of your bra down and his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples.

You let out sighs of pleasure, trying to keep it down as much as possible, and yet, mindlessly arched your hips onto Johnny’s mouth, and cried out in surprise when his tongue swirled over your clit, suckling it into his mouth.

“Fuck, Soap,” you moaned, tugging on his hair and your nails created crescents on Kyle’s nape. You hissed when you felt the nip of his teeth against your nipple in return. “Gaz,” you whined, trembling on the onslaught of Johnny’s tongue, and cried for them not to stop.

Gaz took hold of your wounded hand, guiding it to his abdomen and down on the erection in his pants. He moaned up on you, the sound and feeling of it sending you over the edge. And when Soap felt your clit throb on his tongue, he finally slipped a couple of digits inside you.

The feeling of being stretched and filled out of the sudden made your eyes roll back, one arm clinging onto Gaz as he got your hand to work on his hard-on. Johnny pumped in and out, the sounds lewd, as he lapped around your sensitive bud, which made you squirm and throw your head back to the pillow out of pleasure, having his thick fingers crooking inside of you, rubbing against your sweet spot.

Gaz had to put his hand over your mouth to cut off your loud moan as you came on Soap’s fingers. And the other sergeant popped his fingers immediately on his mouth, gazing up at you as he licked them clean of your cum.

Gaz kissed your forehead, unbothered by the sheet of sweat on your skin. “Let’s remove this, alright?”

You could only nod as he slipped your shirt off, skillfully removed your bra, and picked you up from the bed, placing you on his lap with your back against his chest. His tongue ran on the shell of your ear, trailing kisses on your neck, biting and licking and ground his clothed dick on your ass, making you groan. Soap took your injured hand and put it on his face, kissing your pulse.

You jolted in surprise when Kyle’s thumb brushed over your clit, his fingers parting your wet folds, still slick from your first orgasm. He kept your legs parted, caressing the soft flesh, and circled his pad over the sensitive bud, building you up to the edge once again. Your moan got cut off when Soap pulled you in a kiss, giving a taste of yourself that remained on his tongue while lacing your fingers together.

You parted from him, panting for air and from pleasure, and tugged on the collar of his shirt with your good hand. “This is kinda unfair, don’t you think? You guys have—oh, God, Kyle.” You whimpered and felt a twitch underneath as his name rolled out of your tongue. “You guys have seen me naked throughout the night.”

“Anything you want.” Johnny, with a smirk, jerked off his shirt and exposed you to his muscular pecs, his rock-hard abs, and the happy trail that went underneath his pants. He noticed the way you pursed your lips, biting out a squeal yet kept your eyes on him, and his grin widened. “Like what you’re seeing?”

You could only hum in response and put your hand on his chest, running it up and placing your hand on his nape. But before you could pull him to a kiss, Gaz flipped you over and pushed you down on the bed. You couldn’t help but pull a smile when Soap gave him a pointed look which the other merely shrugged off.

Gaz shook off his shirt, throwing it to the floor, and started unbuckling his belt. Your lips parted as you stared at his hands and one eye closed when Soap placed a kiss on your temple, moving to your side.

“It’ll be fine,” Soap breathed on your ear, nuzzling his nose on your hair, “we’ll take it slow.”

Your eyes widened. “What? Wait, hold on, I’m not—I haven’t . . .” you stopped.

Gaz halted his actions, only showing his boxers to you, and Soap straightened up.

“Haven’t what?” Gaz questioned and splayed his hand on your thigh.

You averted your eyes. “I haven’t had anything in me other than fingers and uh, two guys at the same time,” you fessed up in a low voice. You had made out a few times before with only one man, who—like a certain lieutenant—disliked physical contact and socializing. Despite that, small touches turned into steamy kisses over time and touching to where hands and tongues could be used.

You noticed Gaz and Soap exchange a glance, and you sighed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Sorry for, uh, ruining the mood. If you guys want to, we can stop—”

“No, no, we should be the one asking ya that.” Johnny placed his hand on your cheek, concern evident in his voice. “Do ya feel pressured to do this with us?”

You shook your head and leaned on his touch. “No, I wanted this. I’m just not . . . ready.”

Gaz took one of your hands and planted a soft kiss on the knuckles. “Don’t feel embarrassed that you haven’t done it.” He inched closer, closing your legs and putting them over his thigh. “And we’re not going to take it from you if you don’t want to.”

Fuck, who can resist these two? “You . . .” You paused, swollen lips puckering a bit as you thought, and gazed at Gaz. “Can’t you just rub it on me?”

Kyle felt his dick twitch in his pants, the suggestion making him harder than before, and couldn’t help but grip your leg. “Are you sure?”

You nodded enthusiastically and tilted your head towards Soap. “And I can just toss you off, right?”

Johnny smiled and put down a peck on the corner of your lips. “Aren’t ya considerate, darlin’?”

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, lips parted in disbelief. Your eyes raked over the marks the sergeants left on your skin as though you were their chew toy. You let out a forced chuckle, a smile making its way to your lips, and rubbed your temples as your head throbbed in pain.

Fucking hell.

Both of them had you wishing they were fucking you already, but something in the back of your mind stopped you from doing that, no matter how beautiful they looked last night—or rather, a few hours ago.

Gaz had your thighs up his shoulders as he rubbed his dick on your folds, coating his length in your juices, mixed with his pre, while you worked your hands on Soap, giving his head kitten licks. It took some time until they came on you—Gaz on your stomach and Soap on your hands.

You didn’t know what happened after that when you lied down and closed your eyes. But as you woke up a short while ago, you were clean, dressed in different yet comfortable clothes, and they were out of bed.

Did you seriously fall asleep on them in the middle of make-outs? God.

Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for them to look at one another after that? Heck, how many times did they do that already?

Once again, your eyes fell on your reflection, and shrugged.

At least, a real-life experience made up for the lack of reading Tumblr and AO3 smut fan fiction.

A loud cackle left your throat, head thrown back as you spread your arms in delight. “AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YEAH, BABY—” Then, you came to a sudden stop, hands landing on the sink as you sulked. “What else do I need to do to read fanfics again?”

Outside the bathroom, Price gazed at the closed door, sighing and shaking his head at the sounds of your laughter, like a witch that had successfully cursed someone. He headed towards the kitchen, leaving the sergeants, who shared a look in confusion, wondering if the lack of sleep had finally gotten to your head. With a nod at one another, they followed the Captain.

On the other hand, Ghost simply sat on the couch, the muffled noises from the other room a few hours ago echoing in his brain. The way your moans roll out of your tongue, your cries for them to go faster, your begs not to stop. He could feel his cock tent under his pants—something he hadn’t felt for a long while. But what he needed was a cold shower and a smoke. And maybe, bang his head against a concrete to remove any other thoughts.

Although, seriously, how long were you going to stay in the fucking bathroom?

Ghost got up from the couch and stomped towards the said place, knocking on the door. “Are you done yet?”

Your head whipped on the door, screaming internally, and hastily grabbed a towel. You wrapped it around your neck like a scarf, which ended up covering you up to your mouth, and opened the door. You put a smile on your face, although it was hidden by the fabric, and looked up at Ghost. “Yup, the bathroom’s all yours,” you said, voice a bit muffled.

“You look ridiculous,” he quipped as soon as his caramel eyes landed on the towel.

You made a face. “Thank you for the compliment, sir,” you replied in a monotone and passed by him.

“Got a jacket to hide those?”

You halted, head snapping at him and heart hammering against your ribs. “Those?” you echoed, hoping it wasn’t what you think it was.

“I’m not dumb to not realize why you’re wearing a towel like that.” He tugged down on the zipper of his jacket and glanced at the kitchen, where he could hear Price gossiping about the Shadows with the sergeants.

Apparently, Price heard a couple of Graves men making out in a room last night when he got the phone checked. Well, at least, it wasn’t you who he heard with the very two men he was talking with at the moment.

Blood rushed to your face, painting your skin in a shade of red. “You, you heard—”

“All of it.” He slipped his jacket off.

SHIT.

SHITSHITSHITSHIT—

You grabbed his shirt and dragged him inside the bathroom, pushing him against the cold wall. “Did Price hear?” you questioned in a low voice, bringing your face close to him.

“Yes,” he answered immediately and watched your hands leave his shirt to run your finger through your locks. He almost felt guilty.

You crouched before him, face falling on your palms, muttering ‘I’m so dead’. A scoff left his lips, which you couldn’t hear as your mind spiraled with thoughts of how Price was going to torture you. Perhaps, he should tease you more often like this.

He dropped down to your level. “Wanna hear a joke?”

You kept still for a moment and thought about it, before slowly looking at him, intrigued. “Tell me.”

“Already did.”

You frowned in confusion and glared at him when you realized what he meant. His brows rose to the line of his balaclava as if challenging you about it. “You cunt—” his jacket flew to your face and kept it there with his hand, muffling your curses.

He couldn’t stop the smile that crept on his lips under the mask.

Alright. To be fair, Ghost’s jacket was comfortable, and even though the high neckline would have hidden the warzone on your neck just fine, you wore a turtleneck for extra caution. Not to mention, you also got to see Ghost’s big arms, and the tattoos on his fair skin (which you thought was ridiculous because it looked like something an emo guy would get).

Then, again, he looked emo.

Didn’t matter if he was emo when he was hot, though.

Captain smacked Ghost and Soap on the shoulders, looking back and forth between them. “You two be careful, alright?”

Ghost gave a curt nod. “You got it, boss.”

Then, Price pointed at you, his voice sounded threatening rather than reminding. “You be careful, too, and listen to your superiors,” he ordered, but under those words, you knew he also wanted to say one more thing.

Keep his boys safe or you die.

How would it go if you died first, however? Would they retrieve your body from the battle field or would they just leave it alone, like a broken tool left in a trashcan? Suddenly, the monitor felt heavier, a reminder that you were merely a spare.

Ah, did Soap and Gaz just want to fuck you because they barely met any woman?

Would Keegan hunt you down for leaving only to find out you made out with men who put a freaking monitor on you?

“Of course.” You smiled, nodding politely at Price.

“Come on, sergeant.” He nudged an elbow at Kyle and turned away, heading to the other chopper on Graves’ landing pad.

Gaz pinched your cheek, gaining him a squeak from you. “Get us some souvenirs, would you?”

You laughed, tilting your head a bit. “I’ll have to steal to do that, sir.”

He stepped away, chuckling, and shared a fist bump with Soap and a pat with Ghost. He gave you one last look, the contact lingering for a few seconds, before following the captain.

Early in the morning, Laswell and Shepherd had demanded a meeting. A discussion for the next missions, which ended up separating the Task Force into two groups. The Captain and Gaz to a smuggling front somewhere in Spain, while Ghost, Soap, and you, along with the Ken-wannabe were to head to Mexico and catch the other bald guy.

Speaking of Ken-wannabe—you turned in his direction and found him approaching the three of you as the Cap and Gaz’s helicopter started to pick up, throwing harsh wind around.

“You lots ready for Las Almas?” Graves yelled through the loud noises, hands on the jut of his hips as if he were ready to catwalk on the runway.

“You know it, Graves,” Soap patted his shoulder, which the CEO returned.

“Alright, see you in Mexico.” He walked backward a few steps and finally turned to his heels, motioning a hand and yelling at his men to make haste.

With Ghost’s command, you and Soap climbed into the plane awaiting the three of you. You took the seat next to the masked man and turned to him, asking, “Are you an emo?”

A snort came from Johnny and the next thing you knew, Ghost’s fingers were aimed at your forehead, flicking hard.

Chapter 9 is finally HERE!

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luvksj · 3 years

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Undisputed Era: Pay the Price

author’s note: hello, this is part two of my undisputed era smut and please be aware, i’ve never written smut before so... i’m going off what i know so don’t come for me if it doesn’t sound right.

it’s a bit weird to be writing smut because i don’t really know how to write sexy stuff so... excuse me if this story turns out to be absolute cringe. for the record, it’s basically you giving them a blowjob.

enjoy the story and apologizes for any mistakes!

plot: you did this and now you must pay the price for your actions.

warning: this story contains NSFW, explicit sexual content that may not be suitable for some readers

“They get punished.”

Adam’s smirk turned sinister, he wasted no time in attacking your neck viciously, leaving purple swollen marks behind as a sign of ownership. Curling your hands into fist, it became challenging to prevent a moan and despite Adam’s best efforts, you prevailed.

Squeezing your eyes shut, clenching your teeth, holding your breath, and your fists became tighter as you didn’t want him to gain satisfaction. But this only annoyed him, “Okay, have it your way.” Adam shrugged before yanking the zipper down, exposing your breasts and caressed them.

Shaking, you let out a gasp allowing Adam to insert his tongue inside your mouth. The pleasure became overwhelming and you almost gave in but Kyle thankfully interrupted Adam, allowing you to breath a little, sinking down to the floor.

“Come on dude, stop hogging her.” Kyle complained, ignoring Adam’s annoyed glare.

The other members mumbled in agreement, Adam stares at your disheveled figure and back at the others who eagerly eyed the chance at being pleasured.

Grabbing the hood of the jumper, Adam drags you towards the others who watch your every movement intently. Crouching beside your right ear, he whispers, “Listen Y/N, you’ll pleasure each of us one by one and obey our every commands otherwise there will be a price to pay so... don’t collect too much debt.” he teases.

You could feel his smirk as he continued talking, “Whatever we want, you must do. Now be a good girl and start with Roderick.” Adam points towards him who motions you over with his index finger.

Crawling over, you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes, “Suck me off.” he commands while removing his jeans, shoes, and boxers revealing his mate which excitedly greets you. “... please spread for me.” you timidly ask and Roderick stretches his legs wider, giving you more room.

Staring at it, you start slowly licking it like a lollipop. Slow, teasing licks up and down his mate making him shiver in pleasure, each time, your tongue grazes past the tip, “Stop teasing.” Roderick scolds and you start taking him in.

Placing your hands on his inner thighs for support, you start increasing the pace, hungrier licks stroke his mate, nibbling desperately as he throws his back in overwhelming euphoria. Your tongue assaulted him, it was merciless, “GOD FUCK! RIGHT THERE!!” he exclaimed.

Bucking his hips wildly, you struggle to keep up with his alarming pace, the tip of his mate slapping the back of your throat violently. Bouncing, your scream made it vibrate and he grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging it harshly making you scream even more. “I’M--” Roderick didn’t even finish his sentence as he released.

Releasing with a ‘pop’, you cleaned him up before moving onto Kyle, who was already prepared. “Suck me off as well.” he instructed and you nodded. Looking at his mate, it was already hardened and you could tell he was touching himself during your session with Roderick.

Laying on the sofa, you climb up as he spreads his legs out to give you full access. Staring lustfully, you stroke it with your skilled hands, brushing past his tip teasingly making Kyle growl, “Stop it.” his voice commanding. Eyeing him, you lick his tip before diving in.

Coating his mate your saliva, you suck him, drenching him in your saliva. Curling your tongue around his mate and letting go with your tongue grazing his member, Kyle grabs your hair, yanking it angrily, “Stop. It.” he frustratingly said.

Couple more long licks before nearly planting your face into his area when taking him in, positioning your hands on his inner thighs for support, you start bouncing. Your tongue continues it magic while Kyle grunts, closing his eyes, enjoying the experience.

He starts bucking his hips, continuously slamming the tip of his mate against the back wall of your throat making you gag. “FASTER! FASTER!” Kyle yells, increasing his pace and you fumble to catch up, he finally lets go and overfills your mouth with his seeds.

Dribbling out, you force it down your throat, giving him a wavering smile. “Good girl.” he pats your cheek. Bobby was next and you didn’t want anyone to know that you were secretly looking forward to this because he was your favorite one amongst the members.

Bobby chuckles, able to see the excitement in your eyes, “I’ll let you have your pick, sweetheart.” he informs and spreads himself out for your eyes. Travelling your eyes down his god-like sculpted body, you had no idea where to start.

Climbing onto his lap, you start sucking his lips off, squishing his face between your hands. Bobby stumbles back, slightly surprised by your actions, he eventually regains himself and responds back, matching your eagerness.

While distracting him with your flurry of kisses, you start grinding against his clothed mate whose desperate to touch your needy pussy. Bobby pushes you off, flings his jeans, shoes, and boxers off hurriedly, his mate shoots up, happy to be freed from his restraints.

Pushing him down, you spread his legs further apart and attack. Your licks were rougher, hungrier and more desperate as he groans, throwing his head back in happiness. Saliva dripped when you released, breathing in some air. “Well I guess we know whose her favorite.” Roderick said making you blush.

“I mean... she’s got taste, fellas.” Bobby responded.

Blushing, you hear Adam’s cough, “You’re not done yet, sweetheart.” Sighing, you reluctantly pull yourself from Bobby’s embrace and limp towards Adam. “Kneel.” he demanded, cautiously lowering yourself in front of him.

Staring directly at his member, it was hard not to be turned on, it was physically fighting with his black skinny jeans to be freed. “Do your thing... darling.” Adam instructed as you scan his sculpted figure, quickly trying to figure out where to begin.

Leaning forward, you take the zipper of his fly between your teeth and slowly pull it down, his member leaps forward and whacks you in the forward making you jump slightly.

Undoing the button, Adam kicks his shoes off and you pull down both his boxers and jeans with your teeth leaving him completely exposed. Even though, your body was aching, it still turned you on and without hesitation, you started doing your thing.

Starting off with slow licks, you curl your tongue around his member in such a way, it makes him howl with pleasure. “Fuck!” he curses, throwing his head back. Smirking, you continue licking his member like a lollipop and ever-so-carefully graze his tip making him shiver.

Taking ahold, you relentlessly lick his tip with such passion and lust, Adam’s howls of pleasure increase. Once you can see his seed starting to leak, you take him in whole without waiting for him, “GOD DAMN Y/N!” Adam yells.

Your saliva coating his member as you continue to suck, nibble and lick hungrily on his member like you haven’t eaten in over a week. His member bangs like a drum against the back of your neck as Adam bucks his hips wildly to increase the pleasure.

“I’M ALMOST THERE! I’M ALMOST--”

He doesn’t even finish his sentence as his seed floods your mouth, “Swallow it.” Adam commands and with much difficulty, you do. The exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks, collapsing against his legs, catching your breath, the other members start praising your performance.

Their words become incoherent to you as your eyes start falling, the heaviness overpowering everything else. Someone picks you up, you don’t know who it is and frankly, right now, you don’t care-- you’re too tried to. “Go to sleep, Y/N.” he whispers but you don’t hear that as your are already asleep on his shoulder.

Waking up, you were inside a hotel room, still in your clothes and looked around, holding your head in absolute pain. “What happened last night...” you trailed off as you saw Bobby Fish sleeping right beside you.

Of course, the first thing anyone would do is scream but the events of yesterday suddenly invaded your mind and you blushed, remembering the difference between the sessions you gave the other members vs Bobby.

He must of been the one who took you here... and carried you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw your keys and belongings were (thankfully) on top of the small bedside cabinet beside you. With much difficulty, you got up and wrapped Bobby’s oversized ‘Undisputed Era’ jumper around your petite figure, you venture out to the hotel buffet.

Eating breakfast, you surprisingly didn’t run into any of the members. Heading back to your hotel room, flinging open the door to reveal them sitting patiently inside the tiny living room looking at you. “What’s going on?” you question, closing the door.

“Where did you go?” Kyle asked.

“The buffet... to eat breakfast.” you responded truthfully.

They chuckle, making you confused, Roderick stands up and in a flash, pins you against the wall. “Baby... if you were hungry, you could of just said so.” he teases making your cheeks bright red.

Tossing you onto the bed, they encase you, preventing you from escaping. Crawling towards you in different direction and hover over your body, making your heart beat rapidly and a heat begins pooling inside your stomach.

“It’s time for us to... return the favor, isn’t that right boys?” Adam says and the others nod in agreement making you blush even harder.

And they attacked, rendering you useless for the next few days.

hope it’s good, sorry for not updating in a while... been busy !!!

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