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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Drunk in Love

Summary: Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

“Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

“I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.

Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

“When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

“Fuck.” He muttered

“Any’all got a light?”

No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

“Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

“K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

“What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

“Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

“You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

“Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

You started to “walk” towards your house resting your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

“I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

“Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

“Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

“s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

“Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do. He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…” You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

"I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

“y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

“You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.

“You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

“Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

"I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of before I go to sleep at night."

You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it. You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body. You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused. He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body.

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

“Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears. He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more.

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy. Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

“Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

“Shh baby im right here.”

He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

“It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

“Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

“I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

“Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

#haikyuu x reader #issei x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsuwaka issei #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #matsukawa issei x reader #tw drunk sex #tw under the influence

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isolated-bug · 2 years

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Hi! I love reading all your post Arcane meta. May I ask you a question (..or your theory) about Vi's tattoo neck meaning? Why tattoo neck resemble with logo sheriff's the one Marcus/Grayson used is that foreshadowing Vi become the enforcer?

ooo thats a great question!! I did dawdle briefly on Vi's neck tattoos for a bit and eventually dismissed it due to not realizing this similarity! So, for one, we definitely know there is generally meaning behind every character design choice in Arcane. For Jinx, her tattoos are from her in-game character design in League of Legends but for Vi, the only canon in-game tattoo is the one on her face so I would expect there is something to read into this. For us as the viewer, it certainly foreshadows her joining the Enforcers ranks (which we know will happen as in League of Legends she is an Enforcer) but i dont think that story-wise she would have put Enforcer symbols all over herself while in prison. Especially because she later told Jinx she didnt know if it was Marcus who locked her up. So lets take a look at the symbols a bit deeper: The sheriffs symbols are that of the crest of Piltover

We cant forget that Piltover is nicknamed the "City of Progress" mainly because of their innovation at the expense of the hard labor and poor health of Zaunites. So being sister cities, its not surprising to me that they both have gear motif and other similarities that can resemble each other. (damn, Vi tattoo screenshots are a bitch to get, hold still girl! sheesh!) So lets look at the full picture of her tattoos. We only get to see them a few times here and there clearly when she is in jail and when she is returning to Zaun

Here we can the top of the tattos on her back really really well and you can see they have a lot of smoke and some piping. from what i can tell, comparing to blurrier reference images, this artist did a really good job holding true to Vi's tattoos so im going to use this as a reference from here on

(artist and/or original poster on tumgir.com was rymont - if anyone knows for sure where this came from please tell me! I cant find any other sources for it)

So looking at this reference pic we can much more clearly see the pipes and smoke and overall industrial style on the tattoos that would be reflective of Zauns mining machinery and chem-tech fluorescent piping (on her shoulder around the gear) I personally believe that her tattoo is paying homage to her home in the sumps. League lore about Zaun is that it is also a tech hub of innovation and progress but is just overshadowed by Piltovian innovations (Appropriate haha) Zaun lore also tells us of a phenomenon in the fissure called "the Zaun Gray" which is essentially referencing to the 'smoke' from the toxic fumes rising out of the mining area through the fissure and slowly dissipating. I think the clouds on her tattoo are representative of the Zaun Gray and the rest of her tattoo is machine parts, pipes, structures, etc reflective of her home as well. In fact the gears on her neck and shoulders remind me of the gears on cranes from the LoL concept art of Zaun for the trollys that cross the fissure.

Ok, now lets revisit the part of the tattoo that prompted the question. We can definitely see this is a gear in this shot which DOES reflect in the Piltover symbol but we can also see these gears are matching the rest of the tattoo's motif and appear to be a part of machinery.

The big difference between her tattoo and Piltovers symbol is that the Piltover symbol has a doubled bar going the full way across the gear with a circular ending on the edge of the gears rather than fixed to the middle for a function. Thats not much of a difference but i think its a significant enough one to rule out that this is meant to reflect Piltover. Personally? I think she was missing home and wanted to rep Zaun on her body as best as she could. I imagine she put the tattoo running down her arms as a way of saying "im built like a machine". I imagine some of the machines in the mines of Zaun are just designed to raise a weight and pound it to the ground hard enough to break it and maybe she was trying to rep that her arms were strong like that machine. I love the symbolism of the pipes leading up to her head.. maybe to reflect that Zaun is on her mind or that she is strongly rooted in her origins? Its also possible that she is trying to symbolize she is as tough as chem-tech prosthetics like Sevikas arms etc. Unfortunately we really dont get any good views of chem-tech prosthetics so its hard to say if those generally creep up along the back of the neck to connect to brain functions. But ultimately my guess is that the creators were a BIT lazy with this one and thought "prisoners get tattoos" and designed something neat for Vi around the idea that being in prison would have resulted in this. Im certain the design has intent behind it. They didnt just slap random stuff on her, they put way too much thought into everything else to have done that. But given that there arent any personal influences on her tattoos like homage to The Last Drop or anything, im guessing it was more to look cool/tough than reflect any deep emotional significance. I hope this answer was satisfying for you and thank you for the kind words about my head canons and extrapolations >.<

#vi #arcane #tattoos #zaun #the nation of zaun #fuck the pilties! lmao

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vinnieswife · 4 years

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Lazy day

Vinnie Hacker

Cute-fluff

I didn’t see any shot for this hot asf man,so I’m going to do a couple of them.God just watch his face it’s cute and hot,THE TATTOS and the necklace AHHH also the wet hair-God

You and Vinnie announced your relationship a couple of months ago, the truth is that all tik tok accepted them instantly, and they began to create ship accounts, there was some haters but the positive comments overshadowed them.

It was late around 22:15 p.m., you were leaning on the head of the bed sliding on your mobile, when suddenly Vinnie appears through the door, he looks tired, clearly he has been skateboarding all afternoon with Jordan and Anthony Apart from that, He had been in the gym for almost 2 hours, it was like as if he just touching the bed would fall asleep.

Vinnie: hi princess- he said with a small smile, there is nothing in the world that you liked more than seeing Vinnie smiling.

Y / n: hello darling, how was your day? -You asked

Vinnie: pretty good, I'm really tired-he added laughing a little-can we cuddle? Please I need it, -he whispered, taking off his sweatshirt.

Y / n: of course, come here-you smiled raising your arms so that he would lie on your chest.

Vinnie had his head on your shoulder, in the crook of your neck, smiling you began to caress his curls while you hummed an old song, everything was silent, you noticed the light breaths of the boy on your neck, until he got up looking into your eyes while smiled.

Vinnie: I haven't give you a goodnight kiss yet-I've smirked

Y / n: give it to me now-you placed your hands behind his neck bringing him closer to you.

Vinnie's lips touched yours in a soft and relaxed way, it was a tired kiss but it said how much he love you.

When you parted for air he smiled leaving a small kiss on your forehead as he returned to the previous position.

You stroked he’s hair again, going down his neck to his cheek leaving light touches, then you returned to he’s broad back, leaving soft caresses with your nails.

You knew very well Vinnie's bad experiences in love seeing how those girls took his heart cheating on him, that's why you tried with everything you could make him happy, make him feel loved, with small acts like a good morning and good night text, with a "how was your day?" or with an "I love you" by leaving kisses on his cheeks and making him laugh.

After a while you started to sleep and you both fell asleep in that position until the next day.

He’s social media:

TikTok: Vhackerr

Instagram:Vinniehacker

YouTube:vinnie hacker

Snapchat:hacker

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thanatosisactuallythanatoes · 3 years

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im back on my bullshit, so tsukki

this man know so much obsucre things, like the orgin of the ouroboros bet. Comes from ancient Eyptian and Greek.

tsukki walks his neighbors’ dogs when they need him to, so he just know everyones garage codes and how to get into their houses. karasuno think it could be used for malcious reasons, tsukki will also babysit and kids adore him. at one point he ran into the neighbors at like a resturant with the team. they though he was blkacmailing the person because she had forgotten to pay him for the last time he babysat.

he has to most dramtic music ever. he was given permission to play music on a bus ride to a training camp and one of the first songs played was “The Plagues” from The Prince of Egypt. there was a lot of the fun classical. Dance of the Goblins, Waltz of the Flowers, those kinds of ones.

tsukki forgets stuff so often and he writing things on his arms. like, garage code, on there. phone numbers, things he forgets. dates and times. this dude once fell asleep on his arm and he had blue sharpie on his cheek when he went ot school

tsukki actually hates being taller than his peers, he gets really self concious about it

he once lectured the other first years on the latin cross vs the greek cross and why they shouldn’t mix them up. they were floored

this guy can play guitar, but he never really mentions it. yamaguchi is the one who brought it up

he has so much information and a lot a lot of binders and notebooks in an attempt to keep his thoughts straight (it’s not working his brain is still a cluttered mess and he can hardly keep his thoughts together on a good day)

this dude is really smart, but it’s honestly a wonder he’s getting good grades in his class, this dude can’t bring himself to care about his classes, preferring to research his own stuff vs the circculum. also, he hates his grades, he’s a Burnt Out Gifted Kid(™)

this man reads a lot. he is also really bad at remembering certain things about books. he can go on and on about said books. but he can hardly remember character names. he once ranted about a book about albino girls and boys and pissing post analogies, but he can’t remember the name of the book to save his life.

this dude loves photography, but never mentions it. Ever. he once got some of his shots in a magazine, and that’s how the team finds out because Suga is subscribed to the magazine.

this man cannot spell to save his life

he has a bit of a stutter because he goes to talk then trips over his words and then pronouces things wrong left and right.

this dude is fluent in like 3 langauges but he can hardly keep the languages in his head seperate, so he’ll mutter to himself and it’ll be the bastard love child of all his languages together

he knows all of the alchemical symbols. no one knows how, but it is oddly useful. he once just walked up to a person and start chatting because he noticed the Ouroboros tatto they had. another time he got into a debate over the probablity of alchemical applcation in the modern world with his brother (i headcanon akiteru as a science major) and this feud lasted days. this dude has pages of theory written. hinata looked into that notebook and hardly understood a war. there were so amny lines crossed out, things drawn badly. then his brother proposed his edits in neon pink gel pen because he’s extra. tsukki admitted it to a college at one point and a professor reached out because ti was impressive.

this dude gets injured really easily. he can hurt literally anything. despite this he has never broken a bone

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima akiteru #haikyuu headcanons #hinata shoyuo #sugawara koushi #tsukishima headcanons #pls #i don't know where this came from #im tired #my brainrot

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Whatever It Takes

Now safely headed home and rescued the hostages, Soap discovers something from the four corners of the infirmary. It's basically a chapter that happened inside the infirmary. Yeah.

Previous Chapter : Alex - Dé jàvu

Chapter 5 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

"Reunited"

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

Soap grunted at the initial moment he felt consciousness. The faint tune of the radio started to fill his ears followed by soft hushes from within the room.

If I lay here… If I just lay here…

Sharp pain struck his abdomen as he tried to get up, making him wince ang grunt loud enough that the two ladies beside him noticed. He shot a pained glare at them and breathed heavily.

"Look who finally decided to get up." The pale brunette greeted him with a soft smile. This was Samantha, the Daughter of America's Head of Defense, she really looked different from her photos from the briefing and Soap thought maybe it's the continuous days of being unconscious draining her out.

"Hm." Soap muttered as he laid back on his bed. He wasn't strong enough to fully get up yet and it frustrated him that he let out a heavy sigh. He rolled his eyes to France who was giggled beside him. Guess she found his misery satisfying.

"What's funny?" he finally gave in and asked.

"Oh nothing. It's just no matter how fast we ran the bullets will always be faster, huh?" she joked, but there was a hint of grief on her tone, something Soap knew and realized just then. It was unfair, it was the harsh reality. They were both considered fit for those conditions but they were the ones who sustained most injuries.

"Heh." Soap chuckled and leaned to face Maxine. She had a few stitches on her forehead an bandages wrapped most of her arm. Her smile was warm and welcoming, but Soap knew what's hidden underneath. Samantha wore the same smile but hers was just happy to be away from her captors.

"So I assume your British, like the rest of the people here?" Samantha asked Soap.

"What made you ask that?" He replied, curious as to her assumptions.

"You sound different than the doctors and nurses around here. I was just curious." She replied almost intimidated.

"Don't mind him, Samantha. He's just grumpy he got injured because he thinks he's so good at everything." France mocked and they both giggled.

"So you two got something going on? I may have lost my memory but not my senses." She winked. France fell silent and Soap immediately replied.

"It's Scottish, Maam and no. We do not have something. If anything it's rivals. She wants to be better than me."

"Oh. I knew that accent stands out among the others!" she mused. Soap turned his attention to the glass window as Alex and General Shepherd passed by discussing something. Samantha caught up with his behavior and looked as well.

"Shit!" She cursed, loud enough to get the two's attention.

"What's wrong?" France asked, holding her arm.

"That guy… his face… looked familiar." she whispered, her hands covered her hands almost scared.

"Oh him? General Shepherd. Basically our boss. Why, you met him?" France replied calmly.

"No.. those arm tattooes. I swear I saw those before… they're very familiar." she spoke softly. Soap and France turned to each other and nodded, agreeing not to force her too much on remembering things.

"Arm tattoes are the new thing now. I could get one myself anytime you know." Soap informed, trying to divert attention.

"Really? It won't look good on you. You got noodle arms." France retorted, mocking the Scotsman. This seemed to work as Samantha turned to them and laughed.

"You two are the worst liars." she giggled. Soap didn't mind this but he was glad that Samantha was okay.

Time passed by and Soap continued conversing to the two ladies, sharing thoughts and ideas on each other. For someone who's memory had been played with, Samantha recalls quite well. Her descriptions were very detailed up to the last dot. Soap wondered why this was the case and decided to consult Alex when he had the chance.

When it comes to talking, the girls really took their time, they were discussing a lot of things and Soap wasn't able to catch up with them.

"So, Why France? Is it because of the city?" Samantha asked. Soap gulped as he knew it would be asked to him next.

"It's actually short for Francine." She smiled, Soap just stared at her.

"What about you, tough guy?" Samantha asked as MacTavish snapped back to reality.

"Got beef with someone back at the parachute regiment. Threw a bar of soap straight into his eye." he muttered, almost embarrassed.

"Quite the marksman…" France mused jokingly.

"Oh, bug off. Bet you can't do it square in the eye at a far distance." he boasted, finally getting up.

"I could try. Why don't you stand there so we can test it out." she retorted and Soap just rolled his eyes at her, convincing himself that arguing with her is a waste of time.

The doors slowly opened and a short blonde girl on a wheelchair was being pushed by a nurse. Everyone turned their heads towards the door and Soap noticed France's soft sobs.

"Maxine… I finally found you." she cried. Maxine just sat still, her eyes were open but it felt like she was looking at the vast nothingness.

"She's still recovering her memory lapses. She could hear you and see you but while her brain is still repairing itself, you couldn't expect any response from her." The nurse added and set her on the bed beside Samantha's.

"Sleep restores most minor brain damages we have. So I advise you to do it as well." the nurse patted Samantha and she nodded as the nurse made it's way out.

"How do you know her?" Soap asked, breaking the silence that occured since Maxine entered.

"She's my roommate." Samantha replied in unison to France's "She's my sister."

The girls turned to each other and started crying. Soap just sat there in awe, knowing nothing about calming the situation down.

"I'm sorry I dragged her into this." Samantha sniffled, wanting to hug France.

"You don't have to… It's not your fault." France replied.

The rest of the squad arrived when they were permitted to visit the infirmary, except for Price, who was busy about another upcoming move from Nero. In a small room, on a huge circle like formation. Alex was by the door, crossing his arms and staring momentarily at Samantha and turning back to the squad when she turns to him. Soap was aware they had a past mission together but something happened that made him act that way, another reason why he wanted to talk to him.

Ghost and Roach sat by the sofa, finally addressing his raccon story to the group.

"And so there I was by the dumpster. Spreading my arms establishing dominance toward him." Gary narrated, spreading his arms like that of his story.

"It's all over now Rocky Raccoon. I have you cornered. Now give me back my watch! I yelled and you know what happens next? The raccoon actually dropped my watch and scurried back to the forest! Isn't that amazing!" Gary continued adding sound effects and ambiance in the story. He was always the jolly one in the group. He turned to the girls who were laughing along Roach's story while Ghost and Alex forced themselves not to chuckle.

"What's the value of that watch?" Samantha asked.

"Oh about a few hundred British pounds."

"No no. The sentimental value. The memories it holds. Why is it important to you?" She corrected. Soap caught Alex staring at her intently, his fists were gripping some sort of pendant.

"My mother gave it to me when I left home and joined the force. She said time is golden and I have to enjoy every second of it." he replied showing his watch to the group.

"Aww.. Roach.." France sniffed and Soap rolled his eyes. It wasn't that sad. He thought.

"Well, your Mum's right." Ghost patted Roach's back and he smiled.

The PA Systems rang again and alerted their little group. It announced about another briefing with the exception of those injured and Alex. Ghost and Roach bid their goodbyes at the remaining people, and they waved back except for Maxine who was still asleep.

As soon as the door closed the atmosphere began to shift as Alex slowly walks toward Samantha. Soap and France quietly trailed their eyes at the event and observed intently.

"You!" Samantha finally yelled and slapped Alex as soon as he was reachable.

"Ow! What gives!" he hissed in pain, rubbing his red cheeks.

"You were that creep I met by my apartment! What are you doing here!" she grabbed a pillow and gestured to hit the man. France tried to calm her.

"That's Alex. One of our allies." She whispered softly.

"Alex? Hmmm. Yeah. He looked like that creep who chased me to the supermarket. But that creep had longer hair and complete legs." she noted, calming herself down and lowering his weapon.

"That was actually me. Samantha." he muttered. Soap and France sat quietly as the drama began to unfold.

"You dropped this. That's why I chased you to give it back." Alex handed her a golden pendant. Samantha quickly recognized the thing and held it tight.

"Daddy's gift." she sighed.

"You dropped it when you were walking home." Alex added and looked down on the floor.

"Thanks, Alex. I'm sorry if I slapped you." She smiled at him and Alex stared back. It was quite long and France whispered to Soap that "things are heating up'. Do these two have some history or something? Like Romantically? Cause, I can sense it."

Soap shrugged her idea and looked back at Alex who was now leaving.

"It's okay, Maam. Afterall, I'm just nothing but a complete stranger to you." he smiled and closed the door shut, leaving the four of them in silence.

Next Chapter : A Walk to Remember

#yeouch #horRAYfic #alex echo 3 1 #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #codmw #codmwfic

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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“WE ARE A TEAM!”

Angel Reyes x (pregnant) reader.

Chapter: 1/2

Chapter: 2

Chapter: 3.

Word count: 826

@iffoundmyhappythought asked: Angel falling for a girl who’s pregnant (father didn’t want anything to do with a baby) and her being hesitant to get involved with him because she couldn’t believe anyone would want to her with all the “baggage” she comes with. Would want her with all the baggage she comes with** but angel doesn’t care he’s so enamored with her and is excited to be a dad 😭🥰

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. This also gonna be one-shot but I like the idea of fluffy-daddy-Angel, so I’m gonna write two chapters.

You met him at the fair in Santa Madre. You went with some friends of work, who forced you to go out after Matt broke up with you four months ago. This shouldn't be a problem actually, but the reason he left it was miserable. You can remember the moment you told your boyfriend you were expecting a baby with the test in a hand. You've been with him for the last two years and you had always talked about the idea of have a child. But that day everything changed. He yelled at you really mad, throwing to the floor every stuff he found in his way. You were crying, feeling bad and anxious. You also couldn't breathe when the door was closed loudly. You've never seen him again.

Angel was there hanging out with the crew, between laughs and a lot of testosterone, having the attention of everyone at the fair. Even your friends couldn't stop looking at him and talking about how good they look with the leather vest and all the tattoos around their bodies. You sighed with your hands on the five-months-belly under the black dress you were wearing, trying to hide the pregnancy and avoiding random questions about the father.

“I have a craving of cotton candy. I'll be back in a minute”, you said to your friends, getting up of your seat with a little effort and a growl in your throat. It wasn't easy to carry a baby inside you.

Like a hungry wolf, you followed the sweet smell to the truck with that melody that could be calling you to come, searching for some money in your bag. “One green, please”, you said to the man without looking at him. You like this one a lot 'cause had an apple flavour that drove you crazy.

“Ten bucks, keep the change”.

You heard a male voice by your left, looking up to him. He was smiling so sweet your legs trembled for a moment. “Thank you”, was everything you were allow to say, 'cause you were lost in his eyes.

“I can remember my mom asking my dad at four am to buy her an ice-cream. Fuck... That woman always did whatever she wanted with him”, he finally said, while you were taking your cotton candy. “Where's the father? Shouldn't him bring you those things?”

You swallowed in silence, getting a green piece into your mouth to avoid the question. He noded, no words needed. He also knew he fucked up a good conversation. He liked you since he saw you a few meters away with your friends, and had to recognize that know you were single it was like the fucking sweetest melody he could ever heard. “Look, 'am... not that kind of guy who has a kinky sex with milfs or pregnants or whatever, but...”

He couldn't finish the sentence when you started to cough hardly, because of his words. This wasn't the kind of things you could heard like... never? But at least was fun. He patted you on the back, till you recovered your breathe.

“I was tryin' to say before you were about to die, no women deserves to be alone with a baby. Write down my number, you can call me whenever you need”, he offered you a hand, waiting for your phone.

You upped an eyebrow with some incredulity draw in your face. Was it a dream? Were you dreaming? Without saying nothing, you gave him with a soft smile feeling a little shy. It was a very kind proposition, but you weren't sure if you were gonna call him at two am to ask for a cheesy burger with an extra of chips.

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“Yo', mi dulce!”, Angel yells from the kitchen. “One month to meet my fucking princesa!”

He sounds happy and excited, while you walk to him with your hands on your eight-months-belly. Angel comes to you, getting down on his knees to leave a kiss there. “Hey, Laura, daddy is anxious to have you in his arms”, he whispers before looking up to you with the same smile that made you fall in love with him.

“You're on time to run away”. You say with a sigh for umpteenth time since you met him that day. He frowns getting up, taking your cheeks between his tattoed hands. He gives you a kiss, slowly, tasting yours.

“I'm not goin' anywhere, baby. I don't care if she's not my blood. You two are mi family, you hear' me, ah...?”, you nod in silence. You can't argue with Angel about nothing. He's going to be the best father you could imagine.

#angel reyes x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc x reader #mayans x reader #angel reyes

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blissfulalchemist · 3 years

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how much do you value your life? + dark!cat xx

Hey Stella! Thanks for bringing about the worst timeline for the Brains and Disaster verse! I have thought about this part way to much, so please enjoy.

Hard to tell when Cat had become so impatient, pacing around the shack of a cabin someone once called home. She checked the restraints once more, they were going to hold, they always did, if she even planned on using them today. He called her here, he sent messages to her, wanting to talk. Cat couldn’t see why he would want too, after all this time….how long had it been? Weeks since they last spoke, but months since they last saw each other in person. She sighed as she thought about what could have changed with him, if he looked like the man she once knew or if he even was that man still.

The low rumble of the truck engine brought her back from her thoughts, watching out the window as the white van with it’s stylized black cross on the side pulled up. The engine cuts as two men with long dark, straggly hair, jumped out the side door reaching behind them dragging out Raf, his face covered with an old pillowcase. Cat’s eyes narrow as she watches him stumble between the two men, hands bound in front of him, struggling to break free from them. Cat opened the door for them, “I thought I told you to be gentle with him,” she snapped as the men threw him in the chair.

“He wasn’t very gentle with us,” one of them grumbled, making their way back to the van, leaving the two alone, the van pulling away.

She waited for the sound of the van to disappear, Raf’s heaving breathing making it harder to do so. Cat moved to pull the case off of his face, the gag in place, brown eyes narrowed, trained on her as she took a few steps back. “I don’t have to restrain you if you promise to be good,” Cat crossed her arms, the pounding in her chest threatening to betray the front she worked so hard for, just for him. “Would it make you feel better if I did?” He didn’t attempt to say anything to her just look at her, assessing her. She couldn’t take his silence anymore, yanking the gag down to hang around his neck.

He took a deep breath, moving his jaw around, “You have capture parties now?” Cat clenched her jaw, Raf scoffing, “Really drank the kool aid with them didn’t you?”

“What do you want, Raf? You called me here,” Please tell me you changed your mind.

He held his hands out to her, “You said you didn’t have to restrain me,” Cat raised a brow at him, seeing the ghost of a smile on his lips, “I promise I won’t hurt you. I-,” a flash of sadness passing through his eyes, “I just want to talk to you.”

Cat looked to the ground laughing softly, “Now you want to talk,” she shook her head, her hands working on the knots, “After I tried talking to you for weeks, now you want to talk.”

He rubbed his wrists once they were released, hands grabbing onto hers, “You need to stop this, Cat,” his touch made her blood run like a frozen river, “or at the very least come back home.” What home? “I know this isn’t you. That you never agreed with them. Never had their blind faith.”

Cat pulled her hands back, “People change Rafael, and you haven’t paid much attention to me in a long time.”

“You’re trying to tell me that you, in your own words, found truth in their lies? That would never happen.” He stood stepping close enough for her to feel the warmth his body once provided her, “What you’re doing now? That’s far from the woman I once knew. You have to know how wrong what you’re doing is.”

“It’s not wrong when done for the right reasons,” Cat took a step back from him, “You on the other hand, what you’re doing is wrong. What you’ve done is wrong.”

“It isn’t though,” his voice raised, Cat standing straighter, “I know you’re in pain but this isn’t the way to deal with it. There are better ways-.”

“Like what! Like what, Raf,” she demanded, “Throwing myself into work! Not sleeping for days on end! Shutting myself off from all emotions!” Cat slowed her breathing, hands balling into fists, “What the fuck would you know about how to handle emotions?”

Raf took a small step back, “Cat, please. Just listen to me. I only want to help,” it felt odd to Cat to see his hands so still for once while he spoke to her, “I know you. I’ve seen who you really are and this is far from that. You’re not a killer, this,” I don’t think he came here of his own free will, “This isn’t you, not who you want to be. He never would have want-.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Cat broke the distance between them, grabbing onto his shirt, “Don’t you fucking dare think that for one minute that you knew what he would have or hadn’t wanted! You knew fuck all about him!”

“He was my best friend! I loved him!”

“Oh yeah some fucking best friend you are! You just let him leave, when he needed you most! You didn’t even go looking for him until someone asked you too,” she pulled his face closer to hers, “Tell me would you have even gone looking for him on your own accord?”

His eyes narrowed, pulling her hands off of him, “Don’t start talking about things you know nothing about. You weren’t there, you never saw the full picture of what happened. Wes wasn’t completely innocent in that matter.”

Cat’s eyes went wide briefly, “Who do you think you are letting his name pass through your lips?”

Raf rolled his eyes, “I can say his name. I have been saying it. You’re the one that refused to say it for weeks afterwards. Wanted me to never say it.”

“All I did was cry those first few weeks at the mere thought of him. I was trying to mourn and grieve, which is more than I can say about what you were doing,” Cat blinked back the tears wanting to form in her eyes.

“I was doing the same thing, con-, Cat,” he let out a breath looking to the ground, “I lost my best friend, someone that I loved.”

Fire started to pound in her chest as she heard him speak, “I did too, Raf. I lost him too and you acted, act, like you were the only one suffering.”

“I was trying to make sure Wes didn’t die in vain!” Raf saw the hitch in her jaw clenching readying to speak, “I will say his name! Wes. Wes,” Cat’s hands tightened their fists, “Wes! WES!”

Her hand shot out grabbing his throat pushing him to the chair, the surprise enough to get him to obey the amount of time to get him seated and a wrist secured to the arm of the chair. She felt her nails dig into his skin, windpipe beneath her palm, “I can’t believe you think you’re worthy enough to be allowed to say it.” She released him, Raf letting out a sharp gasp, her hands quickly moving to secure his other wrist down to the chair before pulling out the knife in her pocket. Cat held his jaw in place, the tip of the knife pressed to his lips, “I should cut your tongue out for that stunt.” He moved out of her grip, nostrils flaring, “If I did that though, you wouldn’t be able to pass along a message.”

“You said you wouldn’t restrain me.”

“And you said you weren’t here to hurt me.”

“Cat,” he fought against the restraints, “let me go. I know you don’t want to do this.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” she stood up, running a hand through her hair, “Not anymore.” Catlina looked up, catching her reflection in the mirror, half of her face obscured, Do I know anything about me, anymore?

“I do though,” Raf said, her brown eyes meeting his, “I know how lonely you are underneath, how you’re in so much pain. Please I could help you-.”

“Help me?” Cat crossed her arms, laughing looking to the ground, “Why would I want your help anymore, Rafael? Haven’t you done enough helping?”

“Please, just listen to me,” the sting that filled her hand was soon forgotten, seeing the red shadow of her hand form on his cheek.

“No. No!” She said between her heavy breaths, “I’m done listening to you. It's high time you listen for once and be faced with your truth.”

“Cat,” he whispered, “what happened to you?”

She gave him a smirk, eyes narrowing slightly, “Oh don’t you already know, mi amor,” she leaned over him, giving him a smile, “You happened.”

“You can really blame me for his death can you? It could have happened at any point. That’s just how it is in these times.”

“It didn’t have to be though.”

“What if we just talked to them,” he gave her a tired look, “Cat they were hurting people. You were against that once upon a time.”

She shook her head, “No. Though that is a factor, one I’ll deal with, there was something else that could have been done.” She ran the edge of the knife down his chest, tracing the scarred letters on the left side of it, “If you had just been nicer, more empathetic none of us would be here. Here in this moment,” she looked away from his eyes, to think she used to caress his skin, “We could have been happy. You and I, but that’s something you shy away from isn’t it. Happiness.”

“We still could be, it’s not too late to turn back, to take the fight to the right people,” it was the smallest choke in his voice as he pleaded with her, Cat was way past listening to his pleads. Anyone’s really.

“I am taking the fight to the right people,” her soft smile returned, “There’s bad seeds on both sides, no pun intended,” Cat laughed under her breath, “It's my job to root it out and eliminate it to create a world better for those after me. You could help me in this mission Rafael, we could work together to create something better.”

“By killing anyone that doesn’t agree?” She gave a shrug at his question, “Cat you have to know that Wes wouldn’t have wanted this, he wouldn’t want you to have become this. Especially in his name.”

“How can you know what his wants were? What he would have wanted after the fact, he’s dead Estrada, and no thanks to you!” Cat moved the knife down his shirt ripping it open from the front and the back, his tattoos revealed to her. “You keep saying you loved him, that you cared for him, but I can’t see how that’s possible when you left him when he needed you most.” She let her fingers brush the VY etched onto his chest, the ivy marred, but the compass still mostly intact, “I used to love this tattoo so much. The story behind it, the way I thought I was able to see the real man under the facade of confidence,” she let her nails dig into his chest, “Oh how wrong I was to believe there was ever a real man in that shell of yours.” Cat moved the tip of the knife down his sternum, pressing just deep enough for a thin line of blood to form, “Tell me Rafael,” she looked up at him through her lashes, “If I cut you open, would I find that fabled heart of yours?”

“There really is no hope for you is there?”

“Hm, no,” she pressed the blade into his flesh, Raf letting out a small hiss in pain, “Not for the ending you want at least.” She tilted her head, eyes looking for the best place to start, “As if you deserved it in the end after all the pain you caused.”

“Which was what Cat? What did I do that led you to blame me for what you’ve done?”

“I can’t believe I have to fucking lay it out for you like you’re some goddamn child,” she huffed, “All those years ago, Wes needed you, needed your love, comfort, and support but what did you do instead? You turned your back on him. Sure you went back for him, saved him, but would you have done that had his mom not requested it of you? If you didn’t have to put on this show of being so kind and righteous, would you have still gone to find him and bring him home?” He stayed silent, Cat rolling her eyes laughing, “Thought so. Then you brought him home and what did you do after that? You still pushed him away, reminded him of everything that was wrong with him, never letting him see that vulnerability of yours when you knew that he craved to be validated and supported by those that claimed to love him. All he wanted to do was attempt to live up to your expectations in an attempt to get that praise from you, but you still held back only ever focusing on the bad.”

“You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about Cat,” he growled, pulling against the restraints, “There’s so much more to that story. Things you don’t know.”

Cat waved him off, “I know enough. I know enough to understand that this,” she traced around the tattoo on his chest, “this piece of art is a lie. Something that you should have never gotten.” Cat slid the knife under his skin, watching as it moved underneath the compass, “This is something that you no longer deserve.”

“Cat,” Raf fought against her, his breathing rate increasing, “Stop! Don’t-!” She grabbed the corner of skin dragging the knife to cut around the tattoo, peeling back as his screams filled her ears. She moved the knife to cut the rest of the scarred letters off his chest, John was wrong. His greatest sin was Pride and she’d have carved it into his skin if she didn’t know there was something better. The whole process was slow as she made delicate work of skinning him, couldn’t hurt too much, she wasn’t ready to kill him yet.

Rafael clenched his jaw, holding back the pain he felt once Cat finally pulled away holding the skin in front of her, knife slicing off most of the ENVY, the top of the Y still holding its place in the art, “You should consider it a mercy that I bothered to take off that inaccuracy.” She walked to the single counter in the shack, gently laying out the skin, “Are you ready to hear more?”

“I don’t think you’re going to give me a choice on the matter,” she met his anger with a smile.

“People call you a saint, savior, make comparisons to arch angels and such,” she walked around him, bloody fingers lightly touching the wings on his shoulders, biting her lip at the indiscernible shiver it caused, “Even I thought those things. Partook in the praise and idolization of Captain Estrada.” She stood back in front of him, her flattened hand resting just above her right eyebrow, “Sir, yes, sir,” she brought her hand back down, “It was easy to follow you, compelling even. Then we followed you into that battle, executed the plan that you came up with.” “I don’t think we can make it a silent attack anymore Wes?” “He knows what he’s doing.”, “Wes followed that plan, trusted you,” “His plan was wrong Wes. People will die that don’t need to.”, “We warned you that something was amiss. And what did you do, Rafael? Do you remember?” Cat grabbed his chin, stopping him from looking at the ground, “Because I do. I remember.”

“That ain’t gonna happen. We just wait for his signal.”

“Wes, we have to tell him to fall back,” Cat held onto his arm, “something’s wrong I can feel it.” She was always on edge with these plans still, no longer holding the knowledge and resources she once had, there were some things that stayed consistent though with the Project.

“You ready for this,” Raf whispered through the static, “Let me take the front. You two take the back and under ground.” Cat’s stomach turned, hands shaking.

“Whenever you are,” Wes responded, opening the grate for Cat to slip into the tunnels underneath. All she had to do was make it to the room with the power supply, just make it there and this whole plan could go off without a hitch. “We got your back Catnip,” Wes told her a smirk on his face.

She made her through the tunnels, referring to the directions written on her arm as little as possible. She could tell she was under the building finally, the muffled voices indistinct, until she hit the first grate. “That mine testing was yesterday right?”

“No, today. Rained too much, made the ground all muddy.” That’s why there were a few more here today.

Cat inhaled sharply, making her way back away from the house just far enough to hide her voice. She pulled the radio out hands and body shaking, “Raf, Wes,” she whispered, “We have to go back.” There were going to be too many of them. There was no way this could end any other way. It was too late to go back the way she came, and the silence meant that they were getting into place. She just had to make it to where Wes was, that’s all she had to do. The plan was fucked anyway. Her knees hurt, palms scrapped when she finally made it to where Wes was supposed to be, heart pounding, “Wes, we have to stop this plan,” she pleaded into the radio, “The testing is today.”

“I got a plan for that don’t worry,” Raf responded the static nearly overtaking his words, “Just trust me on this.”

She looked up, Wes coming into view, his golden eyes serious as he helped her out of the tunnels, “We got plan B. So you stay put,” he looked over his shoulder, eyes scanning, “If it goes south like you say,” he said avoiding her eyes, “run.” She let his name out on her breath, eyes meeting hers, “You heard me. Run and don’t look back. Raf and I’ll be fine.”

She nodded, steadying her breathing, hand gripping the hilt of the foot long hunting knife, she just had to trust them. Her mouth ran dry, a high pitched ringing in her ears as the two waited, Wes moving slowly to the inside of the building after a minute. Plan B must have involved Wes going in to take out the power supply, while Raf tried to keep the ones up front occupied. This could still be silent, they could do this, Cat repeated the affirmation as she watched Wes move inside, Raf’s plan be damned if she needed to help Wes.

The sound of an explosion had the two stiffen in place, eyes turning to the front of the building, the members of the Project moving to see what happened. Wes glanced behind him, Cat’s eyes going wide, Raf!, Wes made a sprint to the front of the building taking out those that got in his way. Gunfire going off as Cat made her way along the side of the building towards the front of it. She was their support, she had to help them. She was out of breath as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her, it was six to one with Raf already sporting a bullet graze on his arm. “Get them mines outta here!” She heard one of the members yell out, “Get them out!”

The garage opened revealing a semi truck, the engine roaring as it waited for the garage to finish opening. “Wes!” Raf called out to him, “We need to stop that truck! Cover me!”

She watched as his hazel eyes scan the scene around him, yanking the nearest remote explosives, sprinting to the truck, Rafael trying to follow behind, the members surrounding him a few keeping themselves trained on Wes as the truck finally pulled out, Wes grabbing hold of the handles on the back doors of it. It was a struggle to get one to stay in place on the truck, Wes settling on throwing the other as far as he could up the road in front of them. A bullet hitting his shoulder, he released himself from the truck, back hitting the ground. Wes was fast in moving back up to his feet, eyes moving between the truck and where Raf stayed hunkered down.

Wes took out his side arm, the hand it was placed in one that he wasn’t used to shooting with, making his way over to Raf, only hitting the button setting off the explosive once the truck made it halfway down the hill of the driveway. The enemy count was going down, as he finally made it within shouting distance of Raf, Cat feeling some hope that they could pull this off. That they could all go home. They could really-.

Her eyes locked onto Raf as he was shoved to the ground, Wes placing himself where he once stood, a member, he looked to be a sniper, had come down to help his friends standing near the back. Time slowed as all Cat could do was watch, Wes falling to the ground, Raf getting up long enough to take down the two that were in front of them still, feel the burning in her legs as she ran to the sniper, knife drawn. Watching as it made contact with his spine, all her momentum from the jump, flowing into the blade, red seeping through the man’s clothes, her reward for bringing him down to the ground.

“I still run through that day over and over again, Cat,” Raf blinked back the memory, shutting down the “What ifs”, “There was nothing you and I could have done. He saved a lot of people that day.”

“He could have saved more if he were here today,” she said through gritted teeth, “You failed him, and then you failed me.” She brought the knife down along his shoulder, “I needed you after he died,” she cried out, another slash, creating an X over the top of the wings, “I needed you! And you tossed me aside! You left me!” More and more X’s appeared over the wings, tears streaming down her face, “I couldn’t figure out why you left me all alone, but then it hit me! It was because it was your fault that he died! It was your stupid plan! I warned you! I told you and you still went through with it!” Cat took a pause taking in his pained face, red running down his arms, her breathing ragged, “You’re no saint Rafael Estrada. I see that now. You cause people to die, they follow your plans and you lead them to their death. Especially now.”

“And what do you do!” He snapped back, “What do you do that makes you any better to be judge, jury, and executioner? I also remember you stabbing that man over and over until he was unrecognizable!” He was yelling, teeth gritted, “I remember you covered in his blood. How your face became one of enjoyment before I pulled you off of him. You were on this path way before you perceived me as leaving you.”

“And yet!” She held the knife under his chin, blade resting against his right jugular vein, “You did nothing to try and stop me. I needed you Rafael, I needed you to mourn with me, to process what happened, but instead you threw yourself into work. I stopped seeing you, you never spoke to me much unless we were at those god awful meetings where you never took anyone else’s input, God forbid, my input on plans that got more people killed since then. You’re not learning from your mistakes.”

“And you are?” His throat started to close in on him, “Catlina you don’t have to do this. It’s not going to solve anything.”

“It will though, Rafael,” she tore off the remaining fabric of his shirt exposing his arms in full, “You’ll see that soon enough. You’re going to see it to the very end.” She brushed her fingers over his unmarked inner arm, “You’ll be proven wrong as I start to rid this place of all those that cause harm. Those that are the root of the problems. That’s who I’m after,” she looked up to his eyes, “Which includes you,” she gave him a smile, “Tell me, do you keep a list of names of the people you’ve gotten killed under your command?” She brought the knife to his right inner arm, “Maybe we should start one for you,” she ran the blade down, Raf clenching his fist, clenching his jaw from the pain, “Start with the reminder of who’s number one on that list.” She made slow, careful work of writing on his arm with the knife: PEOPLE I’VE KILLED 1. WES BROOKS.

“Why not just kill me already,” he looked down to his arm at the words, looking at Cat with narrowed eyes.

“Because I need you to sit with this,” she met his eyes evenly, voice calmer, “I need you to sit with this knowledge that you started this. You started what’s coming for you all.” She let out a sigh, eyes landing on his left arm, “Shame to leave that one empty. Then again,” Cat leaned over the arm, throwing her hair over her shoulder, “I don’t want you to forget what you’ve done.” Raf threw his head back as she worked on writing two words into his arm, the physical pain no longer registering. She pulled back admiring her work, “There,” she moved his face to look at the phrase: YOU FAILED, “Now there’s no excuse to forget it, or others to believe you as anything more.”

Raf, let his head hang catching his breath, “I’m to be a messenger aren’t I?”

“Ding, ding,” she laughed, “Get this man a prize.” She leaned forward forehead against his sweat covered one, “The message is this: Judgement is coming for you all and my last act of mercy is giving you all time to think about what you’ve done. I’m giving you all a week and if in that week you feel that I won’t deem you as good enough, well better pick how you want to die.” Cat moved to grab the radio she had, “One last thing for you Rafael,” he looked up to her slowly, “You should think about how much you value your life compared to others,” she relayed a quick message into the radio, “because you better hope that I don’t find you before I’m good and ready for you. If I do,” she released one of his wrists placing the radio in his lap, “then we might have to start using your body to keep track of all the deaths that were because of you.” Cat heard the truck pull up, bringing her lips to his, the response instinctive before she pulled away, “Good bye Rafael. Hopefully I see you soon.” She moved to grab the tattooed flesh from the counter, making her way to the door, glancing back at him sitting in the chair one last time, “Though hopefully not too soon.” A member met her outside the truck meeting her halfway after she shut the door to the shack, a cooler of ice ready for her, as she placed the last bit of the past into it, “Preserve this, just like how John would do with those that he felt were special.” He gave a nod, helping her in the truck, “Take us to the church. I have work to do.”

Raf sat in silence for a minute after he heard the truck disappear to who knows where, every part of him tired, broken, the sobs starting once he felt he was alone. That’s what he was now. The two people he was closest to him, gone. Just like that. He let the tears fall as he reached to undo his other wrist, hands covering his face screaming into them. How could he have let this happen? He did have a hand in this happening and that’s what made this all feel so much worse. There was so much that happened that day, things he played over and over. How many times did he try to think of what could have been differently? What could have saved Wes? Over and over, watching him die in so many scenarios and if not him than Cat, he did everything he could to make sure they would stay safe and they all still ended up here. One dead, the other on a warpath now, and him barely hanging on by a thread to life. It was the biggest regret of his life, they should have never gone through with it, even if it did achieve the end goal. The cost too high now, he could see that, something he never anticipated.

Gone, everything they had worked for….gone. Tossed aside. Now left with little options as to where to go next. He first had to come to grips with the fact that he was going to have to kill her himself. It couldn’t be anyone else. Could never ask anyone else to carry that burden, he could live with it. Get people on board or in places where they feel safe, god was there even a safe enough now with her? He needed to see where her morals still lie, get an idea of who had the most potential to be safe in this collapse. Then what….god there was so much pain, how could he even think properly like this. Her words repeating over and over in his head. Oh Cat, he thought, you and I have made too many mistakes. If only I could let you see that there was so much grey to this situation. He felt himself rocking back and forth bringing himself to his knees, “Lord show forgiveness for what must happen, for what has passed,” he prayed softly, “Help me, God my savior, for the glory of your name, deliver me and forgive me for my sins for your name’s sake.” He wiped away at the tears on his face, “Wes forgive me for what I must do.”

He didn’t know how long he had sat there crying letting out everything he held back for months. The grief and pain pouring out in tidal wave after tidal wave, things he should have done long ago. God would it have changed anything if he did? When the sobs finally slowed and felt his tears dry up, did he even think to turn the radio to the right frequency, mumbling prayers and affirmations, setting it to the side. He couldn’t call anyone yet, not like this. They all needed him to be strong, to have a plan, to be the leader they needed him to be. The flash of the words she carved into his skin bringing on another shot of pain to his heart, god what would people think of him now. She knew exactly how to hurt him.

“Raf,” Lance’s voice came over the radio, “You alive still?”

He glanced to the radio, breathing ragged, hands shaking, as he picked it up, “I-,” his voice cracked, clearing his throat before starting again, “I’m here. I’m alive.”

“Tell me where you’re at I’ll come and get ya.”

Raf shook his head, “No. I’ll come to you. I can find a car somewhere,” the turns and roads he felt beneath him in the van on the way here had him thinking he was within walking distance of Lance’s, “Just meet me at your place.”

The radio went silent for a minute before Lance took a deep breath, “We lost her didn’t we?”

Raf inhaled deeply looking to the ceiling, swallowing back the emotions again, “Yeah. Yeah we did.” He stood up slowly, reaching for an old dusty blanket to place over his shoulders, “Get the maps and lists of contacts we have,” he hissed at the open wounds touching the blanket, making his way out the door into the night, “We have a collapse to prepare for.”

#brains and disaster #catlina (derogatory)#happy birthday Raf! I promise I love you!#god this is the bad timeline

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 4 years

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Could I ask for Mountain Tim with #9 (The first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body)? I love me my cowboys- would absolutely wed him on the spot if I met him irl!!

Yee to the haw! I would totally marry him too! I'm so glad you requested! Also I just managed to finish this on my lunch break.

The night watch (Yandere Mountain Tim X Female Reader)

You had been sitting in a train carriage for maybe two to three days. You couldn't help but be struck in awe, so much had changed in America since you were sent away to France nineteen years ago, slavery had been abolished and the county was slowly gaining momentum as an upper nation and another presidential campaign had began.

You couldn't read a newspaper without seeing Funny Valentine's name on almost every page and you could understand why he was a man of the nation and had the patriotism that a president needed.

As the train grinded to a halt the dust flew up in the hot summer wind. You stood up, grabbed your bags and made your exit. You walked calmly out of the train and saw only one unfamiliar male standing at the station. A blonde haired male who had the indistinguishable look of a cowboy. He tipped his hat up as he noticed your presence and you caught the gleam of his sheriff's badge as he approached you. You let out a hiss of annoyance, he was most likely sent by Mayor Harold Jones to have you locked up for the crime you never committed.

"Are you here to arrest me sheriff because if you are then please do so later, I have to visit my mother urgently" you said as you tried to walked past him but he grabbed your arm to stop you. For a split second you could see a gleam of shock in his eyes.

"No I wasn't aware of any pending arrest against you, I'm I'm hear with a heavy heart to tell you that your mother passed away yesterday morning" he responded as he gave you an empathetic expression. You looked back at him once more and let out a sigh. You knew one day this day would come. The prophecy was tattoed in your skin. To you it was a horrible foreshadowing of what the future had in store and now it had finally happened.

It was an uncanny birthmark that went from a simple blob to actual words, you never knew why or how this happened but you did know that a sign like that would never lie.

"I'm sorry for your loss ma'am" he said. You didn't respond to him, you had no words to say.

"Do you need some help with your bags?" He asked.

"No I'm perfectly fine" you said as you shook his hand away and began to walk off to the small town which you once called home.

As you walked down the long street you saw everyone watched you, their eyes all filled with hate. The town was almost dead silent until a gunshot erupted, you could feel the bullet just brush past you.

You looked to your left to see a gruff male with a rifle in hand.

"McGavin... Couldn't even fire a sling shot properly, now look at you, can't even fire a gun... If you want to blow my brains out then I'd suggest moving to the right a little" you said in a cocky tone.

"You bitch-!" He yelled before a lady exited the house. You remembered her as a skinny blondie but the years of being married had obviously gotten to her.

"Oh Mary Ann, you really let yourself go" you commented about the fuller figured woman causing her to let out a gasp.

The town was now filled with howls and hollering, all of there mean comments directed at you but you didn't care, you'd dish out a full banquet of revenge upon them all at some stage.

As you walked down the street you noticed the blonde male following you, he only spoke after you left the chaos of the main street.

"I'd suggest you not to stir the pot if this town hates you, you were nearly shot" he said, a small amount of worry coated his calm voice and you laughed in response.

"Nobody told you?" You asked.

"About what?" He replied.

"I was forced to leave this town at the age of eight after I murdered the mayor's son Jimmy Jones..." Yo said as you turn to face the sheriff.

He looked at you in shock as he heard such a confession come from such a young and refined woman.

"You don't think I could have done such a thing do you?" You asked him.

"No ma'am, it doesn't seem like something a young girl would do" he replied.

"My point exactly, now I must head to the house, I need to start unpacking so the house is pristine when my husband comes" you said before walking to a decent brick house at the end of the street.

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Those bitter first words were undeniably the same as the words over his chest, right on-top of his heart. It was a sigh of fate that you two were meant to meet.

A few weeks had passed since then and no matter where he'd go he'd always find you in some way. From what he had learnt, your name was (Y/n) (L/n) and you were an opulent dress maker that lived in France with your aunt and uncle and that you had moved back to your small hometown to start up a small business.

Everyone in town would talk about you like you were a monster in human form, a creature that brought pain and misfortune, a woman with a heart of stone or ice but when he looked in your eyes he could see a poor soul who seeked a peaceful life, a poor girl wearing a mask to hide away her emotions to all those who seeked to destroy her. It's like he had known her for all his life. Like he had watched all the times you had been kicked down and thrown around as a child.

Now he stood at the front door of your home. He knocked on the door.

"(Y/n) are you home?" He asked.

"Yes come in, if your here because June told you I stole from her shop then she's lying!" You yelled.

"I know, I saw the stolen goods at the back" he said as he walked in

"My Mama would do such a thing?" He heard another female exclaim before gasping. He walked into the living room to see you sitting at the coffee table with a younger female that held your sketch book in hand.

"You want me to wear that!" She nearly yelled at shock.

"Of course, do you think I would have gone to all the effort to sketch something I'd tell you not to" you calmly replied as you took the book back before looking towards him.

"Then what brings you here?" You asked him.

"I just wanted to see you, is there anything wrong with that?" He replied.

"Well you've chosen the right time, my husband is preparing some afternoon tea as we speak. so take a seat" you said and he complied, sitting on the chair beside both you and the ginger haired female.

"Honey we have another guest so could you please grab another plate and cup" you called out.

"I'm not that hungry so there's no need to spoil me with your hospitality" he replied.

"Nonsense, it would be impolite to not let you eat" you insisted before focusing on your first customer, Betty Marshalls.

"I'm sorry, where were we?" You asked her.

"Could you maybe-" she was about to speak before you cut her off.

"Oh that's right, I haven't shown you the fabric yet" you said as you pulled out a basket with various snippets of different fabrics. You hands dove in with absolute determination to find the right one before pulling it out.

"Now this one, it screams elegance" you said as you showed her a piece of black silk with red oriental patterns.

"Um isn't this outfit getting a little risque..." She shuttered which caused you to give her a stern glare.

"You asked me for something eye catching, so that is what I'm going to give you" you growled.

"But if my mama saw-" she was going to say before you stood from your chair and leaned towards here and gave her a harsh poke on her chest.

"You are twenty years old for Christ sake, your Mama is a delusional, psychotic mess that wants you to suck on her teat for the rest of your life! I'm sure as hell that she's only keeping ya because she lost her son in the Civil war! So if you want to have at least a speck of a chance to marry Harry Conners and live your own life I suggest you let me do the designing and keep ya big mouth shut!" You yelled out in a banshee like screech, causing the poor girl on the receiving end to sink into her chair with a horrified expression on her face.

"Bit harsh don't you think?" Tim piped in. You let out a sigh as you slumped back into your chair and rubbed your face with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I just get a little too revved up sometimes" you sighed to the two.

"It's... It's alright" Betty squeaked out like a little mouse.

"I know how much you love your Mama Betty... I'm still a little emotional about my mother but what I'm saying is true, your mother is a two faced bitch... You may see a wonderful lady who wants to protect you but she's doing more harm then good... I know because I saw how she manipulated your older brother" you explained to the poor girl.

"Honestly the only good thing about her I can point out is her chilli con carne..." You continued as you remembered how good the hot pot mixture was whenever you managed to steal a little at various town gatherings.

"Actually... You could pay me by telling me her recipe... I've been trying to cook it for my husband for years but I just can't seem to make it the way she does" you said as you leaned in towards her.

"No... I can't just tell you!" she exclaimed.

"O come on... No one will know, I'm only going to make it for me and my husband" you said.

"No"

"Fine then the initial price of sixty dollars it is" you sighed as you grabbed your sketch book and began to rework the design before handing it to her again.

"I've just made it a little more subtle but I'll let you choose the fabric this time, ok?" You asked.

"Yes, but are you sure your going to make this before the fair?" She asked.

"Of course four days will be a breeze" you said before looking to the blonde male.

"Sheriff Mountain Tim, this will be a secret amongst us, I can't have anyone knowing about this... Especially June" you said as you twirled your slender finger in a circular motion before placing it over your lips.

"Of course ma'am" he replied as a smile appeared on his lips, despite your cold exterior he knew you were a compassionate woman deep down. He just couldn't help but fall hopelessly in love.

"Oh honey what took you so long?" You asked as a man approached the coffee table with a large tray of savouries and sweets. He had dark hair and eyes that were typically associated with Asian descent but his skin and the way his features were contoured were more European.

"I was just making sure that the food was suitable for our guests darling" he said as he put the tray down before kissing you. Tim couldn't help but feel the jealousy stab into him like a knife. He knew that you were the wife of another man but he couldn't help feel that I should be him.

The rest of the afternoon you all sat down and ate and drank. You talked about your years in France and how you had met you husband Han Cresswell during a family vacation to Vietnam at the age of sixteen and that you both married a eighteen. Mountain Tim couldn't help but feel jealousy stir inside of him, threatening to boil over. He just couldn't help but feel that he was more deserving of your love.

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"Honey I'll stay home with you if your really that ill" you said as you sat beside your husband on the bed.

"No I'll be fine, I just need to rest up... You go out and enjoy yourself at the fair" he replied before letting out a horrible cough.

"Are you sure... I'll stay if you aren't feeling well" you replied before a knock on the bedroom door alerted you to see the ginger hair girl who had appeared without much warning.

"God don't scare me like that Betty" you exclaimed in shock as you held your chest.

"Sorry..." She muttered.

"How hard was it to shake your mother off?" You asked, she only gave you a disgusted expression as she showed you a crinkled and yellowing dress that had enough frills to suffocate anyone in a three foot radius.

"Oh god, I'm guessing that was her tacky old dress" you nearly choked out in disgust and she nodded a yes in response.

"I'm sorry honey but I need to help this poor girl out..." You said before kissing his forehead and standing up.

"No it's fine" he said as he gave you a smile before you guided her to your dressroom.

Betty's eyes were filled with wonder as she saw the mannequins and fabrics, mirrors and draws as well as everything in-between. You were like the fairy godmother that would make her a Cinderella.

You pulled out at dress for her and showed it to her. It was a stunning black of the shoulder dress with silver detailing, the bottom of the dress went down to her ankle and had a slit up one side that would allow her to move freely while keeping the slim figured design.

It took forever to get her out of the tacky dress but once she had the new dress on she couldn't help but look at herself in suprise. It's like it was the first time she had seen herself with administration of her form. You quickly grabbed a brush and undid the horrible twin braids and brushed her hair before draping her hair over her right shoulder and pinning it on the left to hold it in place. Her natural wavy hair gave it the bounce it needed.

Now she was a completely different person. She looked like a starlet.

"Such little changes can make a big difference" you sighed, you could even say she looked more beautiful then you. She opened her mouth but no words could escape, she was speechless.

"Now you wait down stairs, I'll be ready to go soon" you said as you shooed her as you grabbed one of your dresses.

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Throughout the afternoon you sat smugly as you watched all the ladies look at her and feel like shit comparison. Of course you had June confront you and go absolutely mad. Screaming on how you turned her daughter into a witch, which made you laugh before responding with a few simple words

"You'll see the real witch in the mirror... You daughter wants to live her own life now"

As night fell you sat and watched couples dance away and Betty was not dancing with Harry Conners but instead with dashing stranger who's charm couldn't be compared, it reminded you of when you first met Han all those years ago.

You were finally pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar voice.

"What are you doing sitting here all by yourself tonight?" The blonde asked. You looked at him, staring deep into his blue eyes.

"I just wanted to see how everyone reacted to Betty's dress, my husband would of come but he got sick" you explained.

"What about you?" You asked him.

"A sheriff's duties are never over, I've been patrolling the town all afternoon, everyone seems to be here but who knows if some thieves were to show up" he replied.

"So what brought you to this place in the first place?" You asked.

"I've been wondering through America for most of my life, one day I found this little struggling town and I decided to help out, I don't consider this place a home but I'll stay as long as the town needs me" he explained and you gave him a nod as you continued to watch everyone dance with their partners. Mountain Tim noticed this and extended his hand.

"I know it's wrong to ask a married woman this without her husband's permission but would you care to dance with me?" He asked and a smile appeared on your face as you took his hand.

"I'd be delighted, I'm sure my husband would be fine with it" you replied as you stood up.

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"I really appreciate your offer but I think I'll be fine walking home myself" you insisted to Mountain Tim.

"Are you sure? I couldn't bare the thought of you getting hurt" he replied.

"I'll be fine, my move isn't that far away, but thank you for the offer" you said.

"No need to thank me"

"Then can I tell you at least that I appreciated your company tonight, I'll admit it was daunting to be somewhere full of people that hate me..." You confessed.

"I'm glad I was, I don't see why the town could hate a beautiful woman such as yourself" he commented causing your face to turn a light shade of pink.

"I hope you have a safe trip home" he said.

"You too" you said as you began to walk.

Mountain Tim watched you fade into the distance and let out a sigh before lifting his shirt to reveal the bandaged wound he had, his blood slowly seeping through the layers of cotton gauze pads and bandages. He wished you had taken him up on the offer, he could of just followed you anyway but that would only draw suspension. He knew what he had done will add fuel to the town's fiery hatred towards you but after all, love makes a man a fool. Love makes a man do crazy things.

You felt sick as you felt your guys turning, something was off but you simply thought it might be your suprise to his compliment. You walked through the dark town that was only illuminated by the moon. When you got closer to your home you notice something was hanging from the large tree out the front.

With each step closer fear began to solidify until you realised what was hanging from it was a body, your husband's body. You ran quickly and screamed in horror. You tried to untie the end of the rope that suspended your husband's body but you couldn't.

You looked around for something and found his small dagger on the ground near his body. You picked it up and noticed the crimson liquid that stained the blade before you desperately sawed at the rope for what seemed like minutes. You cried out in fear and pain as you desperately hoped that you could save him. You occasionally ran the blade over your hands by accident as you tried you hardest to cut the rope.

Eventually the rope gave in and his body fell with a thud. You ran over and screamed out his name and cradled him in your arms as you prayed for him to still be alive, but it was no use... Had been dead long before you had arrived.

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"So... Everyone thinks I killed him" you sobbed into your hankerchief.

"I'm afraid so (Y/n)..." Mountain Tim responded.

"But... I loved him" you cried.

"I know, I don't think you did it but I'm investigating, I have to set my thoughts of you aside and look at the facts" he explained as he leaned forward and wiped the tears on your cheek with his thumb. Your attention caught was quickly caught by the blood dyed bandages you could only just see as the front of his shirt slightly draped as well as a tattoo over the left side of his chest, they seemed to form words but you couldn't make them out in that particular angle. For some reason your intuition was telling you something was up with whatever lied underneath the bandages.

"Why are you in bandages?" You asked.

"You shouldn't try to get involved with my personal matters, besides you need to tell me what you know" he replied in a stern tone.

"No, I'm not going to tell you anything until you show me what your hiding under those wraps" you responded in a peeved tone.

"You seem eager to avoid the subject" he responded.

"And so do you... You know I don't have the drive to commit murder" you replied.

"I never said I believed you did it, nor that it was a murder..." He replied.

"It was... As a matter of fact I found my husband's dagger at the crime scene with someone else's blood on it..." You explained. Then it clicked in your mind. The bloody dagger, Tim's injury and the time frame. He was the only one that hadn't been at the fair for the entire afternoon.

But rather then burst into tears or go rampant you sat quietly and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"What would bring a man such as yourself to take another's life in such a slow and painful way?" You asked him in a monotone voice. He simply slipped further into the lounge and let out a sigh as he shook his head.

"I'd be lying if I told you that I suspected you would figure it out" he sighed.

"I learnt a lot more in France then just sewing sheriff" you hissed.

"So what drove you to murder my husband?" You asked as you folded your arms.

"(Y/n), jealousy can drive a man to do crazy things" he explained as he took his hat off.

"So what did you want? Was it money?" You asked and he simply let out a chuckle in response.

"No, nothing materialistic ma'am" he said before you were pulled in towards him with a rope.

"Just a lonesome man such as myself would kill to have a passionate woman such as yourself to call their own" he cooed before planting a soft peck on your lips.

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