COD monster men
Requested: Yes. By me. I requested this cause I wanted it.
Warnings: spice, angst, blood, some fluff, Alejandro watches you sleep
A/N:
Ghost - Vampire
For Ghost, it’s all too easy to forget what he is until he’s in the heat of battle, blood on his clothes, stroking that ever present hunger that burns inside of him every second of every day. He’s afraid to be around anyone right than, his hands shaking as he licks the blood off of his gloves in whatever dark corner he can find, far away from prying eyes. He’s so so hungry, so desperate for it that he accidentally bites through his gloves, drawing blood from his own skin. It’s never good, makes his belly twist and turn til he vomits it all back up. Sometimes he’s so desperate, so hungry, that he bites himself on purpose, puking be damned. That’s nothing compared to the pain of a stomach so empty that he feels like he’s going to die, a feeling he’s felt all too much in his life, even when he was human.
And then he sees you, waddling around in army gear, approaching him cautiously, a medkit in your hands. You tell him how you’re a medic, how you need to evaluate him for injuries.
He tries so hard to get you to just buzz off but you insist on staying, so he reluctantly lets you sterilize his fingers despite knowing that they’d just be healed within the hour. But there was something soothing about the satisfied look on your face when you were done, his fingers taped up oh so carefully. He looks at them for a moment, trying to remember the last time anyone had showed him such concern and gentleness. Probably…..yes, it was probably Tommy and His Mother, from so many years ago. The 1950’s, he believes.
He looks at you, not noticing as you get fidgety the longer he stares. He…..he likes it. Your care, your worry, your gentleness. It overpowers the hunger that begs him to rip your throat out, to bathe himself in the blood that would gush from you. To drink himself so full of you that maybe he could have those things, be those things. Maybe it would soften up his insides and he could really feel things for once.
Please, make him feel something.
Soap - Selkie
The first time Soap lets you touch his seal skin, he almost has a panic attack. Years of generational trauma, of the fear of a human touching and stealing their skin, of stealing them away from friends and family, raping and abusing them. Everything in him is yelling to yank his skin back from you, to hide it far far away from your eyes. But he doesn’t. He knows you wouldn’t do that. Sweet sweet you who is so gently petting at the snout of his skin, a look of wonder on your face.
And despite the panic that he’s fighting, he decides that he likes the sight of his skin wrapped around you, almost like you’re a selkie yourself. He knows he can trust his skin around you, because you would never hurt him. Never hide it from him or tether him to the land when he wants to be in the sea. Knows you won’t commit the atrocities that many people before you have commited.
He likes the sight of you holding his skin, entrusting all of himself with you.
And, as you pull out the small black box that he hid in the folds of his fur, he hopes that you’ll entrust him with all of you as well.
König - Werewolf
König couldn’t remember most of what his first change was like, only the pain. Blinding mind numbing pain as bones broke and healed, taking on new shapes, stretching his skin and growing hair, more hair than a Sasquatch. His Oma had to explain it to him when he woke up like that one morning, mid way into his transformation, screaming and crying, praying for death because surely that would be better than this pain. His Oma shushes him, cradles him even when he begged her to go away, her warm hands on his oversensitive skin only making everything worse, driving him even further into overstimulation.
And it was the same with you now, crying as you held him through his transformation, pawing at you, trying so hard not to let his claws sink into you and rip you to shreds just to distract himself from the pain. You were so sweet to him, cooing in his ears, rubbing your hands over his fur, trying to help him. And when he looked at you in the finishing stage of his change, you looked like an Angel sent from heaven. Something otherworldly, beautiful and strong, having pity on the animal he is.
And he knew he never wanted to let you go. Never ever again. His angel.
Alejandro - Incubus
Alejandro sighs as he crouches over your pliant body, gently caressing your cheeks with big rough hands. He had waited so long to get you like this, peacefully sleeping away as he invaded your mind, showing you the most deliciously sinful images of the two of you together. Twisting and whining and crying beneath him, or even above him in a few cases. And oh, the sexual energy that started floating off of you was the best he’d ever had, only growing sweeter the longer he tormented your sleeping brain. It was such a tease, not just to you either. He had to watch you crying out under him, wanting to touch you so badly that it hurt. But he wanted your permission. Wanted you to willingly let him in so he could wreck you for anyone else. Destroy you so beautifully that you could never be put back together the way you used to be.
And when your beautiful eyes opened up, looking at him so cutely in your sleepy pleasure drunk haze, he knew that he too would never be able to go back. That you’d ruined him for anyone else, made him addicted to you and you alone. Nobody else would ever compare.
All he wants now is you. So please, let him have you.
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The origins
A/n: It's been a couple weeks since I last wrote anything. I've been really busy and I'm burnt out :( Also this is my first proper written fic. I've mainly posted SMAU's, so if it's not good... I'm sorry. Would love to hear your critiques etc!
Pairing: f1 x driver!reader
Summary: The origins of our driver!reader - snippets of her growing up
Warnings: butchered german???
Italics are the thoughts!
2008 - 5 years old
GROSSER PREIS SANTANDER VON DEUTSCHLAND 2008
The stands were crowded with energetic fans waiting for their favourite drivers to come out. Roars of laughter between friends and families. Piercing screams of devoted fans. In the middle of it all, a 5-year-old girl wrapped in the arms of her father with her hands over her ears trying to block out the deafening noise.
''It's too loud Papi. When's it home time?'' the girl pouted.
''Not just yet Spatzi (little sparrow). The drivers should be out any minute now.'' her father sighed. The child frowned and buried her head into his shoulder and neck.
Instantaneously, the crowd began to yell. Names were shrieked left, right, and centre. People pushing and shoving trying to get a picture or an autograph with their favourite driver. Luckily, the child and her father had managed to make it to the front without too much effort. They now had a perfect view of the track.
One by one the cars came out of the paddocks and lined up at the starting line.
''Who do you like Papi?'' the girl questioned, intrigued by the cars and their colours.
''I like Williams, do you see the navy blue and white car over there?'' her father pointed towards the middle of the grid.
''Uhhuh,'' she nodded, eyes lighting up at the car.
''That's the one that I really like. Which one do you like Schatz (treasure)?'' he questioned the child.
''Hmmm, I liikkeee... I think I like Williams too! Just like you Papi. I think I like the red car too.'' the girl's eyes shone as she spoke. Excitement now lacing her voice. There was a look of adoration on her father's face. Oh, how he loved his little bundle of joy.
''You can like whoever you want. The red car is a Ferrari.'' her father exclaimed.
''F-Fir-aa-r-ee? Ferrari! Yeah, I like that one too, but that one goes second!'' she said adamantly.
Suddenly, the cars were off, speeding down the track.
There was a glisten in the youngster's eyes. The screaming of the crowd was long forgotten. All she could hear was the vrooming of the cars. Wow, they're really fast. I want to do that.
''I want to be a race car driver when I'm older Papi! I'm gonna go really fast like vrrrrooomm." she held out her hands and acted as if she was driving a car.
2009 - 6 years old
''Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Spatzi! (Happy Birthday, little sparrow!)''
The young girl stirred in her bed.
''Wakey wakey sleepy head... you don't want to miss out on opening presents do you.''
At that comment, the girl shot up in bed. Her wide eyes glanced up at her father, excitement running through her body.
''Please can I have waffles for breakfast? Can we go see Oma? Can we see Mami? Oooh can we make those doughnuts with the sugar on top for dessert? Plleeaassee?'' she gave her father her best puppy dog eyes.
''Okay, okay. How about we open your presents first and then see where the day takes us? How does that sound?'' her father queried.
A swift nod of the head gave her father all the conformation he needed and with that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her down into the living room. The room was decorated with brightly coloured banners, balloons stuck to the wall via sellotape and streamers hung from the ceiling. On the living room table, 6 presents stood tall and were screaming to be opened by a certain birthday girl.
Once set down on the ground, the birthday girl ran over to the presents. She picked the first one up, inspecting its size before placing it down and ripping open the wrapping paper. Inside a box of Lego with an image of a Ferrari. The girl giggled with excitement moving on to her next present.
The small child was down to her last two presents. Both were small and sat on the corner of the table. Small hands picked up the thin present that sat on top, tearing open the wrapping paper. A signed driver's card sat inside. Shock spread across the young girl's face. A signed piece by Kimi Raikkonen. This just might be the best present ever!
''Oh wooooow! Danke Papi! This is the best present ever.'' She ran over wrapping her small arms around the man's neck.
''You're very welcome. But how about opening up your last one.'' he smiled at her.
She curiously looked back and took the present into her arms. The present was squishy under her touch. Possibly clothes? Carefully, the wrappers ripped open. A blue and white race suit sat inside.
''Do you like it, Schatz?''
''I love it! I love it! I love it!'' the girl twirled around with the race suit in hand.
2015 - 11 years old
''Hallo Logan!'' The girl ran up to the young lad. ''Do you want to get ice cream after the race? I'll ask Oscar if he wants to come too."
The blonde boy nodded his head and smiled. ''Yeah, I'd like that.''
''Okay, bye Logan.'' The girl waved before heading in the direction of her Aussie friend.
''Hallo Oscar! Do you want to come and get ice cream after the race with me and Logan?''
''Sure. Let me ask my parents.'' He ran off towards his parents.
Alone she stood listening to her surroundings. Loud chatter coming from children and parents. Birds chirping in the trees.
Hearing the latter she skipped towards the trees before noticing a small bird hopping around. Approaching the bird slowly, she scooped the animal into her hands and held it against her chest.
''I will help you little birdie! Papi, Papi look what I found. Can we help it get better?''
''Sure, we'll take it home with us.'' he smiled.
Strolling over were Oscar and Logan.
''What'cha got there N/n?'' Logan asked curiously.
''It's a bird... We're gonna take it home and look after it.'' She exclaimed.
''We are still up for ice cream though aren't we Birdie?'' Oscar peered a the girl.
''Of course we are Osc... birdie?? Why that??''
''Oh y'know... you've got a bird in your hand, so your new nickname is birdie,'' he uttered as if it was obvious.
''Ahh okie.'' A blush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment.
A whilst blew signalling that the race was about to begin.
''Papi, will you take care of it whilst I race?'' She turned back.
''Of course I will Spatzi. Now run along. The quicker you go the quicker you can get ice cream.''
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Ice cream dates just like old times. @oscarpiastri @logansargeant
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oscarpiastri Birdie delete this. This makes it out like we're all dating
> yourusername WAIT... WE ARENT????
>> logansargeant now look what you've done, you've made her cry...
>>> oscarpiastri We're not dating though???
user.1 why is Logan acting like a third wheel??
user.2 are they dating though? or is it two of them and then the third just tags along?
> user.3 I think they're just really weird friends
>> user.2 yhhh checks out
liamlawson30 annnd where was my invite?
> yourusername you weren't invited because you beat me at connect 4
>> user4 lmaaooo. Didn't realise y/n was a sore loser
>>> liamlawson30 you should see her when she plays monopoly
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