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spectres-n-soap · 4 months

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Soap x reader x Ghost - The Highlands of Your Heart

Content Warnings - Pregnancy, MW3 is canon, Soap is dead, reader is pregnant. Smut and angst. Reader is afab and is referred to as "Lass" by Soap.

You stare at the two pink lines. You blink and its still there. The truth, the present, the unrivaled and undeniable answer to the past weeks of nausea and that damn tingle. You snatch the second box and rip it open, repeat the steps before pacing. It had to be a mistake. Once, you slept with him fucking once; so it had to be a mistake. Five minutes pass and you look at the second test. Positive, two pink lines and you throw up again. After washing your face, you rest your forehead against the cool porcelain of the sink.

Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.

You stand straight on shaking legs, "I'll make a doctor's appointment." You speak aloud to no one. Three weeks had passed since that terrible day you lost him. Six weeks since you had dragged John MacTavish into your room after one too many longing stares. Six weeks since you wrapped your legs around his torso as he lifted you up while his tongue explored your mouth. Then your chest and then your aching, needy cunt.

"Soap." You panted, head thrown back as he ravished you with his tongue. Your thighs tightened around his head when he sucked on your clit harshly before his tongue dived right back to your soaked hole. He groaned at your taste, his fingers dug further into the flesh of your thighs. "John." He corrected you, his blue eyes looking right at you. "Call mah John lass." Your eyes rolled back into your skull as he pressed two fingers into your slickened cunt. His name flowed from your mouth like a prayer as he curled his fingers to that spot that made you see fucking stars. Your toes curled as your abdomen tightened and he groaned, eyes transfixed on the way your pussy fluttered around his fingers. "God, yer pussy loves mah fingers." Soap -- John -- muttered.

"John - ah fuck- 'm gonna-" The words died on your tongue as your back arched. John nodded, no words needed as he kept abusing that spot. He sucked in a harsh breath as he watched you fall apart on his fingers.

"Good lass." He murmured before he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He lapped at you as his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit. "Give mah another." He demanded and pinned down your squirming hips as you tried to pull away. He didn't care when your legs started to kick from overstimulation or your pleas that you couldn't.

"Wait- John I'm-I'm gonna pee!" You cried out and he chuckled. Fucking chuckled.

"No yer not."

"Nonono." The pressure built faster then you could manage and you gushed around his tongue. He drank it up like a dog or a man finding an oasis in the desert. You found feeling in your limbs and grabbed his mohawk and pulled him away from your cunt. John gave you a cheeky grin.

"Yer already tappin' out lass?" He teased, his lower face glistened with your slick and cum.

"Fuck me already MacTavish." You snapped and pulled him up.

"Anything for you lassie." He replied with a wink before he pulled down his pants after fiddling with his belt for a moment. You noted the wet sot on his boxers before he pulled those off too. His cock didn't spring up from its confines but hung low with its weight. And god damn it, your mouth watered at the sight. Long and thick, if he hadn't spent the last twenty minutes preparing your cunt for his cock, you might've said it wouldn't fit. "Yer droolin'." John teased and you didn't get the chance to reply as he pressed in. He hissed as his tip pushed into your hole, "Yer so fuckin' tight still." His free hand reached down and began to rub at your twitching and swollen clit. "Relax f'r me bonnie." He rasped.

"You're so big." You whined out.

"I know lass," He cooed and pressed kisses trailing from your face, down your throat before sucking on a hardened nipple. Slowly, he pushed further in. You could feel every inch, every vein until he bottomed out. You swore you could feel him in your stomach as he groaned. "Good lass. Knew ye could do it." He whispered and pressed another dozen kisses all over your chest. You skin gleamed with sweat from the excertion of the previous orgasms and taking him fully.

He pulled out just a bit and grabbed the under side of your knees. "John, what-" The air rushed from your lungs as he pushed your thighs as close to your chest as possible. John then pushed back into your warm, slick cunt with a groan that mixed with the long moan pushed from your throat. If you had thought you were full before, you were going to burst now. Your fingers dug into his biceps, your eyes squeezed shut as he set the pace. Each thrust knocked moans and whines from you. You squealed when he pinched your clit.

"Eyes on me bonnie." He grunted, pulling out nearly all the way before pushing back in. "Need to see ye cum on mah cock."

"Oh my god." You barely manage to keep your eyes open, let alone focus as his cock made you boneless. "John! John please!"

"Please what lass?" He teased as he panted, sweat shining on his skin. It was like he was trying to fuck the life from you. "Gonna cum?"

You nodded your head, panting between moans. He grinned at your wordless admission and began to rub at your clit, letting your legs hook onto his shoulders. "Yeah? Come on then." Your hand flew to your mouth but was wrenched back with a snarl and a quick slap on your pussy. The zap of pain jolted you and sent you screaming into another orgasm.

He groaned as your walls clenched down on him and sent him slamming into his own release. His thrusts became more shallow as he painted your walls white and some leaked out from where the two of you connected. You panted, a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You nails dug into him when he thrusted again and paled when you realized he was still hard.

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You stare at the results. You shouldn't be surprised. Really you shouldn't be, the at home tests had already given you the answer. Still, seeing the 'x' marked in the yes slot of pregnancy felt suffocating. You could see the nurse speaking but couldn't hear her before you rushed over the the trash can to throw up.

As you vomit up the breakfast bar you had forced yourself to eat earlier the nurse asks, "Are you okay?" And it takes everything in you not to be an ass.

"No." You wheeze, sliding down to your knees.

"The first pregnancy is always the hardest." The nurse says with sympathy as she hands you a cup of water and a paper towel.

"Could- Could you repeat what you said earlier?" You wipe around your mouth before drinking the water.

"Of course." She gives you a smile before she says, "You're about five weeks along, the doctor is going to give you some prenatal vitamins and is going to let your Captain know-"

"No." You snap without thinking, cheeks turning warm at the sudden outburst, "I mean, I'll tell him myself." You mutter and the woman nods her head but narrows her eyes at you.

She sends you on your way with some papers and you stand outside of the military base hospital shaking. Tears blur your vision as you stare at the paperwork. Three weeks have passed since Soap was killed and you had barely begun to grieve. Now you had this to deal with, decisions to make about the thing growing in you. How would everyone react? Would they suspect Soap, their dead team member, as the father? Would they see you the same?

You jolt when someone touches your shoulder and you turn to find hazel eyes staring at you with barely hidden concern. "You good soldier?" Ghost asks.

"I'm good." You say quickly, pasting on a smile that would fool no one. You don't need to look into his eyes to know he doesn't believe you. You wouldn't believe you either. You don't let him voice his doubts before you're rushing off after saluting him.

You close the door to the women's barracks behind you. It was empty, everyone else was running drills so you had the space and silence to collapse onto your bunk after slamming the papers into your foot locker. Your breathing exercises don't do anything for you as your entire body begins to shake with sobs you could no longer hold back. Your tears soak the pillow, your hand gripping the sheets until your fingers ache.

You don't eat that night; too nauseated, you don't sleep for the same reason. At some point you wonder if its grief or the pregnancy making you ill. Before you're really prepared, you find yourself standing in front of John Price's office with the papers in hand. Three times you've raised and lowered your hand to knock.

Finally, you rap your knuckles three times against the door and hear a gruff, "Come in."

You look at your Captain and force your hands not to tremble. "Captain"

"Sergeant." Silence hands in the air before he speaks again, "Was wonderin' when you would finally knock. Was about to open the door myself."

"Sorry sir," You mutter as your cheeks and neck warm.

"Well, what are those papers for." His eyes flicker to the stack of stapled paper you held close to your chest as he sits up in his desk chair. You look into his eyes and feel your stomach lurch. You force yourself to pick out the subtle differences between his eyes and Soaps.

Deeper crows feet, flecks of darker blue that Soap didn't have.

You take a steading breath.

You place the papers on his desk, praying that he doesn't ask who the father is, "I'm pregnant."

#john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap #call of duty #cod #john soap mctavish x you #cod mw3 #mw3 spoilers

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elvisalltheway101 · 2 months

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addiction; 50s elvis x f!reader MDI

summary: PART TWO OF OBSESSION; elvis takes you out on a date as a little token of appreciation, but it later becomes more than just a token.

author’s note: I’ve written a continuous babble for @jhoneybees first spicy fic 🤭… of course with all her permission and that, hehe I won’t say much other than enjoy! And I really hope that mah doll enjoys it also!

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“Take me, Presley”

his eyes widen, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his pink tinged lip between his teeth. Before he can even register your words, you courageously begin to glide your hips into his lap.

A high-pitched mutter strings out of his swollen lips, swollen from his chomping to keep quiet. Your clothed sex bucking against his obvious hard member that strains against his slacks.

You smirk, grabbing his chin. Changing his jaw in your firm grasp, “nuh uh, look here, baby.” You purr into his ear, pulling his chin down to see the sight that you swear you feel his cock twitch wickedly.

Your white cotton panties now damp against your flushed lower lips, making it almost transparent to the sticky dark curls that decorate along your womanhood. That’s enough to make his head dizzy, but to have that wet snatch thrusting against his member. He grits his teeth, chomping then together to keep a groan of profanities.

Once a loud scene of the movie pops on, you decide to shuffle back to your seat. His hands dig into the leather scratched seats, panting like crazy. “B-baby, w-what?” His voice comes out a strained whine, needy and hungry.

But could you blame him? His head is full of lust, desperate for your touch and yearning for so much more. He’s a needy scrawny little thing now, overwhelmed with feelings of sexual desires. He has to clasp his hand over his stiff member to atleast have some sort of relief. If the audience and crowd knew his arousal, they’d all feel bad for him. But you just smirked and shook your head.

“Baby, please, please, don’t b-be mean. Don’t tease, i-it ain’t nice to tease- ahh.” He begins to mutter out before sighing with great relief by your actions. You slide all the way across from him, with a sly smile and slowly creep your foot up to the red leather seat next to him. He watches with a waiting eyes, your white kitten heel nudging at his knee to part his legs. He does so, parting his thighs together and your mouth waters. His thick, virgin cock just waiting for any sort of relief, and you give it to him.

Stretching your leg out, you press the toe of your heel onto his bulge. He gasps and immediately digs his nails into the steering wheel and seat. His diluted blue eyes watch as you slowly but firmly rub into his clothed length.

His hips stutter and buck against your foot, at the sight of your perfectly white painted toenails that peek out from your strapped white heels pressing onto him. “Y-yes doll, oh.” He breathes out, his chest heaving heavily, rising with every thrust of his hips into your foot. Needing this.

You snake a hand down between your own legs, nudging onto your damn panties at the delicious sight across from you. Elvis’ jaw drops down to his collarbone as you meet lust gazed eyes and he grips your ankle.

he begins to grind against your foot with speed and hunger. His fingers digging into your soft ankle, thighs nearly hugging your heel as he grinds. It reminds you of a bunny, pacing and moving quickly.

his eyes roll to the back of his head, tugging at his bottom lip to not make any noise. to not make any clue that he’s having such an awakening pleasure.

The only thing present is the sound of uneven breathing. Both of you chasing your own highs, you pick up the pace against your clothes cunt. Rubbing fast circles, that you let out a soft whimper.

Once he hears that angelic hum from you, he feels himself twitch harshly under your foot. His hard cock is surely sticky and hot from his pre cum dribbling down his base, stuffy in his pants. “Aw f-fuck!” He whines out gruffly stomach tightening because he’s almost there. Just a second away-

You yank your foot back, huffing and puffing. His eyes shoot open in surprise, with flushed cheeks and immediately his head leans back up to beg.

”y/n! Please, please, ‘s n-not funny, it’s hurting.” He whimpers out quietly, reaching out with grabby hands. He’s aching hard, and you’ve made him this way.

Boldly, you crawl onto and straddle his hips between your squishy thighs. You swear you see a glowing smile on his cheeky face and he slightly spreads his legs for you to seat fully.

now you can see him in all his glory. eyebrows knitted in pleasure, cheeks crimson, and chest rising and falling with every second. “o-oh yes, yes doll, yes, please.” he hums out in that honey southern drawl of his.

and you gladly oblige.

your clothed vagina lips surrounding the outline bulge of his hungry, covered cock that was laying heavily against the fabric. You scrunch up your pale purple skirt to your waist for him to see this and his eyes nearly cross and he throws his head back.

He doesn’t care anymore if people hear him. He doesn’t care anymore that maybe one of ‘em will tell his mama and daddy what he was up to this Friday night. He does not care.

Rutting his hips between your legs at a bunnies bruising pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. “Oh yes, yes, yes, yes baby, y-you feel this too, m’right?” He huffs out through gritted teeth, eyes screwed close as he feels this delicious sensation in the pit of his belly.

You can only loll your head to nod, shoving your face into the peak of his sweaty neck, your lips capturing his salty, sweaty skin and he groans.

It’s the moment that you take your pink painted nails down his chest, feeling the scrapes of need through his thin shirt.

He yelps and plants his feet firmly to the ground of the car to levitate his hips into yours. Your orgasm gets the better of you and you slam your hips into his, gasping into his chest and biting down onto his shoulder.

Blue pupils blown and rolled back to his skull, spurt on spurt of his white, precious seed coats his dark blue boxers, he bucks his hips with every rope that streams. you add to the mess with your wet high. Creating a hot, drenching spot to his dark, green slacks.

You’re his addiction, and he can’t get enough of you.

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I hope you enjoyed! sweaty palms rn 🫠

#elvis #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis imagine #elvis x y/n #enjoy!#elvis fanfic #elvis presley x reader #Elvis smut #elvis x reader smut #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley fanfiction

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It Takes a Mob pt.8

First

Ao3

It took all of Bill’s nerves to keep his eyes strait ahead. Lesser men would be following the boss as he paced around them. The sound of his steel toed boots clanking against the metal floor of the office.

But Bill refused to be one of those men. He has been earning his keep in Gotham’s underbelly since he made it through high school. He has went toe to toe with the bats in too many situations to let himself be scared shitless by a man he remembers meeting in pixie boots.

Red may have changed a lot since then, but he was still the same kid under all that body armor; dramatic sure, but still a good kid.

“Let me tell you guys a story. The big boss of a group of merry men decides to take a couple days off from his job.”

Marv was not keeping his cool as good. Out of the corner of his Bill could see him twitch with each turn Hood took.

“And everything is good! He gets to hang out with his family, catch up on the media read a couple books.”

It felt like a weird time to want to laugh, but Bill was finding it harm not to.

Between a dramatic monologue, a twitchy cohort and the small hands that were shoving themselves repeatedly into his armpit; Bill wasn’t surprised that he was loosing the battle.

‘This is my fucking life’

He tuned himself back in at a growl from the boss as he loomed over him.

‘Christ, what had daddy B been feeding him? he used to come up to my waist…’

“So what’s so funny Overbeck?”

“Oh nothing Boss, just the fact dat if we had really fucked up then you wouldn’t’ve pulled us to the side.”

Bill snarked as he tried to subtly discourage some nosy hands,

“I think we both know that you would’ve just gut us as a spectacle.”

“Is that so?”

“Like a bunch of pigs.”

The brief silence was thickening before the boss let out an ugly snort and let the tension release in his pose.

“Fuck all…”

“If you wanted information you could’ve skimped on the one act.”

With a graceless flop Red hood draped himself into one of the chairs and gestured for the two to do the same.

“Got to keep up the appearances, you know that Bill.”

And leaned forward as the two henchmen got comfortable.

Bill had to resist the impulse to smooth his hands down the kids back. Danny wouldn’t’ve minded if he did but it was best to keep minimal contact with the hidden protrusion less he wanted to bring them to the spotlight.

“So,”

Red asked his jaw on his knuckle,

“who found the kid?”

Bill time began to crawl as he felt the color try to leave his face.

Marv stood up with a jolt,

“What kid? Why are we bringing up kids?! Boss, you know we would never-“

“Jesus, will you sit down? I’m not accusing you of C.P. or some shit. There’s only so many things we use insulated boxes around here and I’m pretty sure Me-Mah would only be disappointed and mildly pissed if it was something food related.”

Marv caught Bill’s eyes with a panicked little glint,

‘Sometimes I forget that the big man was a detective.’

Bill tried to give a look that hopefully told the big oaf next to him to keep quiet.

‘Alright Red, we’re dancing now.’

“Yeah okay you caught us. There was a kid, we found them the other day while bar hopping.”

Red casually sat up and rolled his shoulders,

“Race, and description.”

“Young, couldn’t be any more than one. Caucasian, looks like one of the birds you know?”

“So why the fuck was I not informed about this?”

Ooh, that’s a dangerous tone. Not loose a kneecap tone but definitely toeing his patience.

The little old man in his head was taking a drag of a cigarette.

“Play it smart Bill or don’t play at all.”

He advised with a puff.

Bill remembered hearing those words a lot when he was younger.

The first time he heard them was after he got the snot beaten out of him in his first fight.

The last time was when he slung a bag over his shoulder and slammed the door on his old man’s face.

“Been thinking about the old guy a lot more than usual. Have no clue what that’s about.”

Bill huffed as he tried to mentally phrase his next words,

“Well quite simply it’s not an “you” problem boss. Listen, what happened to the kid was horrible, fuck whoever did it with the barrel of my gun, but you were taking a couple days off with family. What did you want us to do? Call you in the the middle of the night like “Eyy boss how’s the kids? Yeah well we found one of our own while you’ve been away! Yeah in the trash with no identification or contact information at all! See you next Tuesday!” What good would that have done other than pissing you off?”

Bill crossed his arms to try to hide some of the kid’s squirming. Looks like he got a little worked up as well during his lecture.

Hood let out a mechanical sigh,

“Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t’ve been informed.”

“And you would’ve,”

Bill drawled,

“Do you honestly believe we could hide something from you forever? Might has well tell me the Joker has given up a life of crime to be a hooker.”

Both of the other men choked and Bill mentally patted himself on the back.

It was hard enough as is to get any emotion out of the boss’ when he wears his crimson dome.

‘Alright Bill, distraction successful, bring it all the way home.’

“I’m just saying, it wasn’t like this was an organized crime of dumping babies. There isn’t greasy fucktard hitting in a warehouse goin’ “you know what this city needs? Traumatized garbage collectors.” This was someone making a shitty choice an’ getting away with it. The kid is safe, an’ is goin’ to be well taken care of and isn’t that what matters in the end?”

There was pause in the air after Bill finished.

For a moment it almost felt like he had gotten away with it.

“Bill?”

“Boss?”

“What’s with the jacket?”

“Fuck.” Bill did not like where this was going.

“I let myself go boss.”

A pause of disbelief filled the air as Bill tried to keep his panic off his face. Red was meeting his eyes behind his helmet, its dead stare giving a sense of deadpan as the seconds ticked by. Marv had the chair armrest in a white knuckled grip as he frantically shifted his eyes between the two.

“A little too much takeout an’ a little less cardio than the doc ordered…”

“Bill…”

“You know how it is boss-“

“Bill.”

“Yes?”

“Take off the coat.”

“Hey now-“ Bill flung himself from his seat “you’re a great guy boss but I’m not that type of worker!”

The boss was sadly was not going to let him get away with a joke.

Marv got up from his seat as Hood began to approach,

“Cut the shit Bill. I’m not mad, just need to know-.”

Whamp!

“Marv!!”

“What?!?”

The hoodlums tags part 1

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#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #it takes a mob

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piece-of-hweat · 6 months

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I'd just like to say that- Six and Mono? Definitely neurodivergent

SERIOUSLY-- There is literally NO WAY IN HELL OR THE NOWHERE that these two kids are neurotypical.

I personally see Six as autistic. She probably looks over every single social cue ever. Mono makes a joke? It flies straight over her head. Best case scenario? It takes her a solid 5 seconds to absorb the joke and snicker at it. She probably hyperfixiates on ducks or turtles. (ALSO SIX IS COMMONLY HEADCANONED TO BE A BITER THAT IS JUST-- THAT. I. HOW IS THAT NOT NEURODIVERGENT I DO NOT UNDERSTAND)

Mono? Like... come on, guys. It's Mono. He is the literal definition of neurodivergence. He wears a mask, he probably walks on his tippy toes simply because, he also probably has a fixation on hats (I personally imagine him to adore music but argarhagrgagrhh). Mono also probably does the flappy-hand thing every time he sees a silly goofy animal or hears a song he really likes (COUGH COUGH Lovejoy COUGH COUGH Crane Wives and Wilbur Soot COUGH COUGH). Mono also, probably, totally, definitely, goes on rambles about funky things. Six listens because... hey. Sometimes hearing Mono ramble about the meaning behind the lyrics of a goofy song is pretty cool. *(Note: I also feel like Mono would just hold just as much obscure knowledge as Six. Mono would just know about the acidity of llama spit while Six just knows that hydrogen peroxide can get rid of blood stains. Six also probably knows the ingredients to poison or something.) ALSO I can definitely see Mono or Six going non-verbal. The two also, no doubt, screech random noises at each other. Just imagine that. That one part of the game where Mono has to make a box go up so Six can catch him on the other side. They just screech at each other.

Mono: peers over the edge Six: looks up at him and screeches Mono: makes that lil squeaky "AAAH" noise Six: responds with a "MAH!" Mono: screeches

I am sorry but- the two are just simply neurodivergent. I do not know what else to say.

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #ln mono #ln six #six ln #mono ln #six little nightmares #mono little nightmares #THEY ARE NEURODIVERGENT PLEASE I-#Autistic friendship- Autistic you #little nightmares headcanons #hweat rambles

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howlingday · 7 months

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JNPR G&G

Jaune: (GM) On the horizon of this forest path, you see a group of black-cloaked figures slowly trudging towards you. What do you do?

Pyrrha: My half-elf fighter readies her bow- And that's a Nat 1.

Jaune: Critical fail. Okay. Ren?

Ren: I feel like my Tiefling Rogue is going to climb the tree in anticipation- Nat 1.

Jaune: (Winces) Two critical fails. Nora, what does your Dwarf Bard do?

Nora: Active Perception Check.

Jaune: ...That's a natural 20.

Nora: Let's fucking go.

I feel it in my fingers...

I feel it in my toes...

These motherfuckers mean to hurt us,

So they got to go!

So c'mon, get 'em now!

You picked the wrong day to fuck around with me and my tight crew!

No escaping it, I can perceive you.

Here's what we're gonna do!

Nora: (Blows her pipe)

Me and my boys are gonna mess you up!

Pyrrha: I rolled a 1.

Ren: I rolled a 1.

FUCK!

My boys are otherwise indisposed,

So I'll bring it all myself!

Nora: Whoops! I forgot! You were supposed to tell me what I see, right?

Jaune: Yeah, thanks. Let's slow down a bit. So ypu notice one of the figures is shorter than the others-

Nora: I cast Vicious Mockery! Nat 20, let's go!

You're a short motherfucker

And nobody likes you!

SHORT!

Everybody says,

"Holy fucking shit, look how short that guy is!"

And that stops you from having any meaningful relationships!

When you were born, everybody thought you were just a head

Until the doctor said,

"WAIT! This motherfuckin tiny short ass baby got a tiny little itty bitty body and I hate it!"

Jaune: Your attack lands and absolutely shatters the mind of the short, cloaked figure. Perception check, please!

Nora: Natural 20! Let's go!

Jaune: You perceive the figure was short because it was a CHILD!

Nora: It's always a kid.

Jaune: Specifically the child you've been looking for the past fifteen days game time and five days of our ACTUAL LIVES!

Nora: Ugh! Fine! I'm sorry! I'll be better!

Nora: Wait, his body is just lying there, right?

Jaune: ...Yes? WAIT, NO-

LOOT THAT BODY!

Gonna loot that body now!

LOOT THAT BODY!

Gonna loot that motherfucker!

Playin mah flute as I loot that dead kid's body!

BITCH!

#rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #tom cardy #perception check

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arctic-shard · 3 months

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Celestina: Mah Lord! I present you, Minerva Quillgale! I thought you needed a savage and loyal gal that would stab and protect you (even tho I think you don't need one-) and would do every single one of your bidding without question???

Only for 24 hours tho- Cuz' my Albedo might kill me if she notices her servant is gone--

((Fun fact: Did you know cats have an extra toe and soothes your stomach ache from purring?? :3 Hope I made ya smile!))

I also had a 'here, borrow a White Court servant' Ask from @purplelordscp035j too, so Diligence gets a spa day.

( I couldn't find any clothing references for Bianca so I just put her in a dress. )

#alagadda #white lord diligence #white lord alagadda

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chenyann · 2 years

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Sleeping With The First Years<3

Ace trappola,Deuce spade,Jack howl,Epel felmier and Sebek zigvolt

hello everyone ^^ so I'm trying something new and I swear I'm working on the epel fic;; but enjoy this while yall wait~yako♡ Tw:sebek slander fluff/crack

Ace

Happy- that's it he is just super happy!

plops on the bed and lays down on the side he knows you sleep on, oh you sleep on the right side of the bed?

TOO BAD THAT'S ACES SIDE NOW

A cuddler

Like he will latch on you like it's the end of the world.

hope you don't need pee y/n

he looks like he has been knocked

OMG Is he breathing?!

yes

you don't need to call the police he's fine that's just how he sleeps

If you do somehow wake him up he will let you do what you need too

won't stop complaining that you're taking too long😒

holds your hand when you come back and cuddles you when you’re sleeping💜

WILL TAKE IT TO HIS GRAVE THAT HE DIDN'T ENJOY IT

SAYS THAT YOU WERE THE ONE THAT WANTED TO CUDDLE

"I would never cuddle you gross you probably got cooties"

"I don't"

"and plus you seemed cold so I just wrapped my Arms around you"

"It was hot last night?"

he got quite real quick

that was the conversation yall had the next morning

Deuce

call the ambulance/or room service

going through the 5 stages of grief in 10 seconds

the only woman he slept with was his mom when he was a kid

you're just knocked out since being ramshackle prefect is hard

hesitantly. VERY hesitantly climbs in bed with you

doesn't want to wake you up for the life of him

You know that careful SpongeBob meme that's him.

poor boy is so stiff 🤧

would try to get out of bed to sleep on the floor.

woke you up in the process

apologizes, maybe even start getting upset

Comfort him y/nnie right now

you would tell him to go to sleep or at least try to sleep while you're in the bathroom

you're just playing on your phone waiting for him to sleep

"Carter deuce won't sleep how do you make him sleep"

"idk lol"

"ok"

he's asleep when you come back

you are a cuddler now I don't make the rules

very light sleeper

he will feel you cuddling him but will try to go back to sleep.

when he wakes up he thinks you look pretty

wakes you up gently

100% tells his mom about it

Jack

he doesn't mind

his tail is swaying pretty fast tho??🤨🤨

asks you if you want him to sleep on the floor

tail speeds up when you say no

you sit on the bed to watch TV and he comes out of the bathroom with silk pajamas?

your sleepy so you're sleeping first

turns off the TV for you

he's the type to read before bed ill die on this hill

he's reading his book when you just rested your head on his man boobs chest.

On the outside he's like (・・ ) ?

but it's a lie he is throwing a party in his head

Puts his book down and turns off the side lamp

puts his arms around you💜💜💜

it's like a free heater

his tail rests on your side as he cuddles you

You're smug cause your a lil faker you ain't really asleep huh

You rn:<(￣︶￣)>

you thought you ate huh? Well you did. Left no crumbs🥲

would wake up before you and when you ask if he cuddled you he would be like

"uhhh no????"

but he did enjoy that little moment when you used his chest as a pillow.

Source:trust me bro

Epel

Kicking crying screaming/j

he would be a bit upset since he would hope he would be a bit more buff so if you cuddle together you can feel safe💙

eyebrows immediately go straight down. But stops because he knows vil or Rook is about to lecture how he would get wrinkles

wears silk pajamas but hates it (vil made him wear it)

but if you like them he loves them

orders pizza and watches TV with you *it's a horror movie*

yall went to sleep at like 2am cause yall were scared lol

tries to say something romantic but fails terribly

Naw it probably was like

"epel I'm scared to sleep with if I lose my toes😭"

"Its okay mah wittle cotton swab I'll protect ya"

"Room service "

"AHHHHHHH!!!!"

He screamed like a dying bird, the poor room service was so upset you had to reassure the woman that you watched a horror movie and that she did nothing wrong.

he latched to you like a leech when he fell asleep

his hands are so cold like??? Did you just come back from Antarctica? Why tf are you so cold

you tried to wiggle out his grasp but it was hard cause he was strong in his sleep.

you eventually fell asleep and cuddled him back

He wasn't even asleep he was faking it like you did with Jack

texts Jack about it

tries to act tough in the morning

failed again lol

"Huh why am I so cold?"

……

"WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN PREFECT!?"

…..

"You felt safe?...lol as you should"

"Wait no I'm sorry y/n"

Sebek

why? Why would you do this to yourself?

You know what's gonna happen,Yet you still gonna do it?

you're getting your license revoked and blocked/j

he's mad HOW DARE THEY TELL ME TO SLEEP WITH THIS LOWLY HUMAN

he tries to sleep on the floor but you were like no 👹

talks about how his waka Sama is so peaceful at night and how you can't compare.

He snores loud af😒

how does he know how tf mallues is at night does he watch him sleep???😭

Wears old man pajamas

after changing he lays on the bed

he is like a plank😭😭 his whole body is straight like doesn't that hurt???

You fall asleep and cuddle him

is about to wake you up but he see your quote on quote cute-ish face so calmly sleeping

blushes he thinks your kinda ugly but one..….ONE percent cute

take that as a compliment

low-key when you saw him sleeping the next morning with one arm around your waist you lost your bet with Ace

The Bet was that if he sleeped or not

pay your money y/nnie or else you about to be in debt 💜

denies that he ever had his arm around your waist

YOU THINK ONE OF LORD MALLUES GUARDS WOULD SLEEP WITH A PATHETIC HUMAN EVEN CUDDLE IT?!

"ya"

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