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koemiexists · 2 months

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Hey! Can I get dom!Lucifer x fem! Reader pretty pls? Like I love him being a sub, but I don't think there's enough smut of him being a dom 🙏🏽

Accidentally Taking Souls

summary: you accidentally sold your soul to lucifer, and he accidentally accepted it. it only happens every one in twelve million five hundred fifty seven thousand souls! which also means, you're the first. tags: PANIC ATTACK, comfort, biting, porn with plot basically, not very good friends, dom!lucifer, drunken confessions, but not DRUNKEN sex, choking (consensual), fingering, breeding kink, surprise at the end word count: 4k a/n: this was already sorta on my to-do list, a lucifer x reader shot, then alastor x reader x lucifer shot, but it also fit your ask so !! apologies for delays :) i'm getting to them (a bit slowly...)

Truthfully, you weren’t religious. Your mother had always been, however. She would drag you to church, and make you pray almost all the time. Once you moved out for college, you never looked back.

When she died, she left nothing to you, but a single slip of paper. ‘Don’t sin.’

You truly didn’t care at that point, you didn’t believe in everything she had spewed, and continued to warn you about, even in death.

She had always warned you about your friends, telling you that they were demons who had risen from Hell to make you sin. It was truly baffling for her to spout her nonsense, especially in front of your friends themselves.

And yet, those very same friends were on your living room floor, staring at you with various smiles of pure delight.

“You want me to do what?”

“It’s not a want, (Name)... It’s a dare.”

You groaned; you were tired of this. “Why are you daring me to sell my soul? To the devil?”

One of your friends just smirked. “He’s not real, right? You shouldn’t have a problem.”

Blinking, you just took a deep breath, and shrugged your shoulders. “You’re right.” You said simply, and sat down.

One of the girls had unfurled from her position on the floor, digging into her bag. “Here.” She started, beginning to take out various things. “I can help you!”

You furrowed your eyebrows, thoroughly confused. “I don’t just say ‘have my soul devil’?”

“Damn (Name), I didn’t expect you to be that dumb.” She joked, bringing a needle to your hand. “No, it doesn’t go like that. If the deal is accepted, you’ll be in Hell.... maybe. That’s what the occult book told me.” She shrugged, pricking your finger, and dropping blood messily. “I just have to draw some runes...”

After the entire ordeal was over, especially the disastrous game of truth and dare, you retired for the night, concluding that you didn’t want to be up any longer and overthink what just happened.

Your friends had cheerily bid you goodbye, and you had waved them away, telling the group you’ll talk to them in a few days.

The last thing you could remember was the pleasant feeling of your sheets, and the cool squishmallow in your arms.

You awoke slowly, you felt as if you were drifting away... and then you felt someone poke at you.

Dismissing it, you turned away, until it registered in your head. Someone poked you.

You lived alone.

Jolting up in your bed, you looked around. There was a man towering you, grinning sheepishly. You let out a yell, keeping your plushie close to you as you kicked off the sheets covering you, falling off the bed.

Except that didn’t make sense, because your bed was just a mattress on the floor! It was close to the ground, and yet you dropped a good few inches from the ground.

Fear was coursing through your veins, and you felt an overwhelming sense of dread, followed by a serene calmness- but your adrenaline was still pumping, and your inner voice was screaming at you to get up, run run run run run RUN!

You jolted, trying to maneuver yourself to get up and start running away except when you glanced down you started to scream because of your skin tone-- it was a weird hue, definitely not natural, definitely not yours.

“Hey! Calm down- girl- fuck- bitch, calm down!” You let out a hiccup as your eyes flickered from your hands to the man. He seemed to be fiddling with something, before dropping it and orienting you.

“Sorry,” He huffed, and you managed to get a good look at him. His skin was milky white, and he had platinum blonde hair that was swooped locks. You looked away again, and he gently put you back on the bed. “Don’t fall off again.”

You sniffled, nodding. “Shit.... I don’t even know how this happened. Usually this is when people sell their souls... but I never...” He paused his pacing and muttering, turning to you.

Your hair was obstructing your face as you stared down at your lap, but when he approached you, you instantly stared at him. “Did you sell your soul... to me?”

“You aren’t the Devil.” You said instantly, before clapping a hand over your mouth. “I-”

The man just laughed. “No, you can call me Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” He smirked, his grin wide and toothy as he looked at you with lidded vermillion eyes. “The ruler of Hell.”

You stared, mouth ajar.

And then laughed, boisterous and teetering to purely unsettling.

Lucifer stared at you as you laughed, and laughed... and wait-! No, you were still laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He huffed, a hand on his hip as you still was chuckling, tears in your eyes.

“Okay, I’m having a crazy lucid dream!” You snorted, and searched for a clock, staring at it intensely.

Lucifer cocked his head. “What are you doing?”

“Weird.” You muttered, staring at the clock even more. Why weren't the hands going haywire? Why was it normal?

You turned your eyes to your hands, studying it. It was... fine. Nothing was abnormal besides the fact your skin was a different color. You felt yourself panicking again, and you closed your eyes, willing for something different to happen.

Your panic began to increase dramatically as you heaved, tearing up as you looked at the clock again. You tried to take in breaths, but it was hard to even register that your lungs were burning.

Hands were gripping your wrists. You felt sick. Your head was pounding, and you knew you had to be yelling, because your throat ached and was scratchy. You could barely see, but you kept thrashing.

After a while, you felt all your energy zapped from you, you just slumped, sniffling and trying to catch your breath. Blearily, you watched as a muddled version of Lucifer appeared in front of you, looking you over.

“Ok?” He whispered, and you blinked slowly, tilting your head at him slowly. “Is- Did you settle? Uhm. Are you a bit okay now?”

You shrugged, and he wiped your tears, gently gathering you in his arms. His limber figure made his way to what appeared to be a bathroom, and your eyes widened at the sight of a huge bathtub. On the sides were a bunch of rubber ducks.

Lucifer gave you a mischievous look as he placed you down after stripping you down to your underwear, running the water warm.

“I made them.” He said, placing only certain ones in the water. “Some of these definitely cannot go in.” He moved a light blue one off to the side. “It produces voltage,” Lucifer explained, getting some bubble bath soap, and pouring it over the running water. In an instant, bubbles began to form around you.

You gave him a look. Because, really? Voltage duck?

He pouts a little. “I just... I made them.... Why not? It’s entertaining!”

You don’t know how creating ducks can be entertaining.

Lucifer gave a huge dramatic sigh, pushing his hair back, and bemoaned your inability to see how delightful his ducks were.

“You’re weird,” You uttered, your voice extremely scratchy. Lucifer winced, and quickly whirled his hand, a water bottle appearing.

“Here,” He said, motioning the water. “It’s cold.” It was cold. “Icy too.” Okay... “Maybe even...” You looked at him, as the water in your mouth began to get colder. “Pure ice.” Your mouth was beginning to get cold, really quickly. “Haha- sorry, bad prank?” Would it even be classified as a prank? More of an inconvenience, especially with how parched you were.

You stared at him silently, drinking more of the cold water that he provided. “So... I’m dead?” You whispered, glancing down at the bubbly surface.

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t expect to go to Hell so soon.” You muttered, looking around inconspicuously. It was very grand, fit for a king indeed.

Lucifer furrowed his brows, confused at your statement. “You knew you were going to Hell?”

You smiled gently. “Never listened to my mom. Super religious. Wasn’t my style.”

He hummed in response, and helped you finish cleaning up. You felt tired afterwards, and just wanted to sleep now that everything was done. Lucifer led you to a guest bedroom, sprucing up the surroundings a little. He gently tucked you in, and you gave a small noise of appreciation.

“I’ll show you around, later.”

You yawned, nodding.

“My daughter...” He had a daughter? “She has a hotel.”

“Mmm.”

Lucifer smiled at your sleepy sounds. “Supposed to redeem sinners.”

You turned over, groaning. “Go away... I don’t care...” You slurred, sleep clouding your head like a fog. “Ngh... wait.” You blinked rapidly, turning back to Lucifer. “What?”

He smirked. “Redemption of sinners?” He repeated, giving you a teasing look.

“Is it possible?!”

Lucifer inhaled. “I... don’t know. Maybe? I just like to support my daughter’s dreams.” He pauses. “Even if it’s a bit far-fetched, she believes in it.” Another huge pregnant pause. “If it does work, you won’t become a human, you’ll just be an angel.”

You turned away again. “Ugh.”

He snorted, and fixed your blankets. “Goodnight,” He crooned, placing a small rubber duck on your dresser. “You have to wake up really early tomorrow!”

He cackled when you just groaned.

After a few days of living like this, Lucifer deemed you ready to meet his daughter. When you inquired why before you couldn’t he just muttered about some sinner that would rip you to shreds. You didn’t really understand, but he seemed to hate that one sinner with a passion, so your questioning didn’t continue past that.

He led you to a huge building that had the words Hazbin Hotel in big letters at the top. You glanced at the infrastructure, cringing at some of the design choices. It was surely unique, although you knew it definitely needed some sprucing up.

“It’s pretty,” Was all that came out of your mouth. Lucifer gave you a half-hearted noise of acknowledgement, ringing the bell. You heard light footsteps, and as soon as the door began to open, Lucifer burst past it.

“CHARLIE!”

“Hi dad...”

You shifted from foot to foot, waiting for them to see you. “Oh!” There they go. “Sorry, sorry! Uh- how are you? What’s your name?” Charlie began to babble, leading you inside with gentle hands. “I’m Charlie!”

Lucifer was right by your side again, causing you to stumble. “(Name),” You offered weakly, gaining your balance again as Lucifer began to chuckle lowly next to you. “I...”

“She’s with me,” Lucifer said smoothly, smirking. “I have a favor to ask of you, Char-Char.”

Her attention was instantly on her father, head cocked to the side barely, questioning.

“She... accidentally sold her soul to me.” He started off slowly, and Charlie gave him a weird look.

“So? She shouldn’t be here unless you accept... Dad!” She yelled out at the end, and Lucifer winced. “How did you accidentally accept a soul??”

He groaned. “By accident, of course! Listen Charlie-”

“That poor girl-”

You looked back and forth tiredly, before clearing your throat. “What’s done is done,” You started, glaring at Lucifer lightly. “Besides, Luci has been helping me get accustomed to my new world. But we were hoping you knew how to redeem sinners so I can be redeemed.”

Charlie began to shift nervously. “Well- we don’t have a set method.”

You stared at her.

“We don’t have one sinner who’s been redeemed... yet.”

“Yet.” You parroted, giving her a blank look.

She bit her lip lightly. “Yes, yet. I’m sorry (Name), we are only just starting and I know being in Hell was a mistake.”

You felt numb, and can only barely register how Lucifer had lifted you up, pulling you away and whispering apologies against you. “Sorry,” He murmured, and you let out a soft sigh due to his hand on your scalp. “I’m so sorry, I thought she would have found a way already...”

“No need to apologize,” You huffed, blinking away unshed tears as he calmed you down. You still felt extremely upset, but it wasn’t truly anyone's fault.

Lucifer gave you an apologetic look still, before putting you down. You looked around, blinking. “Where are we?”

“Guest room,” Lucifer replied, fixing the sheets as you gained your bearings. The couch was ratty, with small tears on the cushions; the back of it was dingy, yet when you moved, it stayed steady despite the obvious damages.

You got up, and he motioned to the bed, smiling at you gently. “Want to sleep? It’s getting a bit late already.”

Confused, you gave him an inquiring look. He smiled sheepishly, motioning to the clock. “It’s the evening, I think your perception is a bit skewed...”

Right, your outburst. “Sorry,” You said, feeling guilty.

Lucifer just waved you off. “Do you want to sleep?” He asked, and you shook your head, looking at the door.

“Is there a place to get a drink?” You just wanted to get drunk, if you were being honest.

He hummed. “There’s a bartender, apparently.” He replied, taking your hand into his. “Steady,” He spoke lowly, as you stumbled a bit, letting him lead you down the hall.

You both made it to the bar, where you practically threw yourself at the stool, asking the bartender, apparently named Husk, to make you a strong drink.

He merely grunted in acknowledgment, turning away to start mixing it. Lucifer grinned toothily at you, before he turned around to go be with his daughter.

One drink turned into two, then into three, and before you knew it you were seven drinks in, and you were giggling with Angel, a patron at the hotel.

“You’re really,” You paused, hiccuping due to how fast you drank your last shot. “Really interesting, Angel.” Your words were slurred, and almost hard to decipher. Angel, however, understood you completely considering he was also tremendously drunk.

“Thank you, sweet thing.” He smirked, his gold tooth glittering in the light as he moved closer to you. He smelled like artificial fruits, and you wrinkled your nose in distaste, bile swirling right beneath your esophagus. “So, Short king is with ya?”

You nod, still fighting the urge to retch at the stench of his perfume. “Uhn, yeah, he is. I, uhm... made a deal with him, apparently,” You slurred, pausing almost every word you said. “Sorry, your perfume smells gross.”

Angel rolled his eyes, throwing two of his hands up. “Ugh! Val made me wear it for today’s shoot-”

“Why?” You nearly whined, scooting backwards as Angel began to spray a different perfume.

He sighed. “I work sex, babe.” When you cocked your head to the side, he began to rephrase his drunken words. “I’m a porn star.”

You flushed at that, and shrugged lightly. “Each to their own I guess...”

Humming, Angel brought another drink to his mouth, downing it in one go. “On the topic of sex,” He slurred, smirking as Lucifer slowly approached you two. “Who would you have sex with here? Based on appearance.” He hiccuped.

“Lucifer is super hot,” You giggled, biting your lip lightly as you stood up, swaying at your spot. “I wouldn’t mind having him fuck me, I need a good pound.” You dissolved into light giggles, finding the idea of fucking the ruler of Hell amusing, getting him worked up by a lowly sinner...

You yelped when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight. “Don’t squirm,” Lucifer said lightly, raising his hand to stroke your hair. “I’m taking you to bed. You’re drunk.”

“I’m not,”

A laugh came from in front of you, and you glared at Angel as he smiled even wider, smug. “Bye, (Name). Remember to not gag-!”

His voice was cut off as light swarmed your vision. You shut your eyes tight, feeling your stomach roll in pain as your surroundings became the guest room. “Hngh,” You whined, collapsing onto the bed. “Mm, Luci...”

Lucifer stroked your head as you chugged the water he gave, before he ushered you to bed to sleep the liquor off.

Your eyes were shut the instant he had dropped your head back on the pillow.

When you awoke, your head instantly began to pound, before tapering off to a light throbbing. You blinked, and turned to look to the side where the warmth was radiating. “Hi,” Lucifer smiled at you, his expression sleepy as his wings stretched from his back. “You’re awake.”

“And hungover,” You groaned, rubbing at your temples.

You screeched when your wrists were pinned above your head, and Lucifer was on top of you, straddling your hips. In this position, with you staring up at him, he truly did look angelic. His hair was messy, strewed in different directions. The glow from the light on a dresser behind him illuminated certain visible parts of him to you, and it just gave him such an ethereal glow.

You sucked a breath in as he shifted, his wings spreading out from his back, and you could almost imagine that golden halo on top of his head right now.

“Do you want this?” He uttered, voice deep with sleep and slightly gravelly. Arousal bloomed in your abdomen as you nodded quickly. “Words, ducky.”

“Yes.” You nearly whined, and he grinned, teeth all showing.

He practically pounced after that, ripping your bottoms off, and instantly his claws were at your underwear, shredding it with a flick of his wrist. Lucifer let out a growling noise as he leaned into you, thrusting a single finger into your awaiting cunt.

Slick was dripping down his hand after a few thrusts, messy and almost disgusting as wet slapping sounds quickly reverberated throughout the bedroom.

“Dripping, all for me?” He teased, beginning to lightly rub your clit with his thumb as he nipped at your neck and chest. “I just need to put my claim on you.”

You moaned, shaking at his ministrations. “Bite me,” You whispered softly before you broke on a high pitch whimper.

His teeth gleamed as he smirked at you, before surging forward to bite you right between your shoulder and neck, his sharp teeth digging deep into your skin before he pulled away.

You let out a sob at the pain, then a moan as he sped up with his fingers. “Sorry,” He said, guilt filling his voice slightly as he looked at you with lidded eyes. You weakly watch as he gently moves his other hand over the bleeding wound as the pain eased into slight numbing.

“I liked it,” You murmured, kissing him again, and biting his lip as you rolled your hips into his hand.

He let out an indistinguishable noise, before he thrusted his hand deep in you, watching as you came all over his hand, liquid shooting all over his arm.

“Good?” He asked, kissing you softly, before pulling away, licking at his fingers that were soaked in your release.

You nod, smiling as he beamed lightly at you. Moving slightly, you pulled your legs up, leaving your cunt more exposed for him. “Take me, Luci.” You had whined, cunt fluttering at the thought of his cock in you.

Lucifer flushed, his cheeks becoming a darker ruddy color, as he took off his pants. His thick cock slapped his thigh, and both of you giggled at the noise. “Sorry,” He laughed lightly, but you just shook your head smiling.

“It’s okay to be a bit silly, Luci.” You had said quietly, breath hitching as he entered you.

Lucifer sank deep into your cunt, inhaling sharply as you squeezed him. You had yet to indicate you wanted him to move, inhaling and exhaling lightly as you eased up around him.

You nodded, but he still hadn’t moved. His face was extremely red as he stayed still, his breath labored. You furrowed your eyebrows, moving slightly as your cunt squeezed then relaxed around him. “Luci, are you o-”

Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled almost fully out, his flushed tip just barely stretching your cunt. You looked up at him as he shoved his cock inside again, slamming into you. “Mm- Lucifer-” You tried to speak, but he just kissed you, your tongues entwining as small noises of pleasure emitted from you.

He pulled away, panting as his hair became more messed up from his movements. “Want me to stop?” He paused, to see what you needed.

You growled lightly, wrapping your legs around his waist and bucking your hips. He let out a small yelp, grasping your hips in a bruising manner. “Okay!” He kissed you, and slammed into you again. “Okay, you want me that badly huh? My pretty baby. All wet and slick for m-”

He paused as he was pulling out when you let out a whimper. “Daddy,” You had said quietly, nearly inaudibly.

“What?”

You flushed this time, looking off to the side as you worried your lip between your teeth. “Sorry, I...”

Lucifer gently wrapped his hand around your neck, and when you snapped your head to look at him, he smirked, gently squeezing, before his grip became lax again. When you nodded, indicating you were okay with it, he grinned.

“My girl, all wet for her daddy. Such a slut for me, aren’t you? When we fuck, ducky, you look at me. When I kiss you, you think about me. When I impregnate you, you look at me. Understood?”

You wailed in pleasure, cunt gripping his thick cock. “Yes daddy! I understand,” You blabbed, and you took a deep inhale right as Lucifer squeezed your neck.

“Do you even deserve to be fucked by me?” He asked, rubbing your clit lightly. As you began to teeter over the edge, he stopped all movements, looking at you. “I asked you a question.”

You heaved, gripping at his hand. “N-no,” You choked out, and he released his grip, kissing your neck. “Daddy,” You whimpered, watching as Lucifer pulled away to adjust your position. He had your lower half fully bent now, your knees nearly touching the bed as he grasped your waist, shoving his cock back inside you.

Screaming at the new found spot he hit, you began to earnestly moan, loud noises coming from your mouth as every thrust he made hit your sweet spot perfectly. “Ah- ah!” You bit your lip, causing it to bleed. Lucifer leaned in, sucking your lip into his mouth, before he caught your mouth in an open kiss, licking at your tongue.

“Good girl,” He purred, shoving his thick cock deeper and deeper inside you. “I’m going to make you into a mommy, do you want to be a mother? For me?” You felt your orgasm approach as you nodded, whimpering at the idea of your belly becoming swollen with a child.

He kissed you, and you bit his lip as you came, your legs shaking as you inhaled deeply, jerking at the aftershocks as Lucifer continued to thrust, pace off. Jackhammering into you for another moment, he stopped, his cock deep inside you as he groaned, cum coating your walls.

You felt gross, but he merely gently rubbed at the small bulging in your lower abdomen, sighing. “Good?” He inquired, kissing your cheek.

“Good,” You confirmed, beaming tiredly.

A month had passed, and you were chatting idly with Charlie.

“So,” You started, smiling lightly. “I have news.”

She grabbed your hands, eyes bright. “What is it? Oh! Did you find someone to stay at the hotel? Did you find some staff? Is there some news happening in Pentagram City? Wait! Let me guess, did a new restaurant open up-”

You laughed, calming her down as you smiled cheekily. “No, not any of that.” Pausing as Lucifer went up to sit by you. “Me and Luci,” You started, glancing at him. “Are expecting.”

Charlie froze. “Huh? Expecting what? A package?”

Lucifer grinned widely, as his daughter slowly began to understand. “You’re going to be a big sister, Char-Char!”

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aerkame · 1 year

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Alright I read your request rules and I’m ready to request!

Wally Darling x Curious Reader

You know that little fic you made where you wrote the puppets coming into the real world? (I commented on it!)——I hope you wouldn’t mind me trying to branch off it! Imaging it happening to me, I would actually like to inspect Wally since he’s clearly not human. Of course, with consent. I would open his mouth- see what’s inside, touch his felt, his hair, all of it.

And I’d imagine he’d be curious about us too.

Sorry for this being a bit late, I wanted a short break from writing and drawing all day. Also I'm perfectly fine with that being branched off of! Most of my previous posts are kind of like foundations for future fics and requests to go off of.

Also for the sake of simplicity I will just call this an AU(Alternate Universe). The Alive AU. It's exactly what it sounds like, the puppets come to life but as their cartoon selves in the real world and are capable of going back to their own world at any time. (Wally needs to do that though or they're stuck, he knows what he's doing). I'm also doing this so that in the future when we do have answers to Welcome Home, it won't interfere with theories or what is considered "canon". This request is based on a previous post (linked below this), for context.

Just a Little Look

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Out of all the other 'puppets', Wally was the one you were most curious and cautious about. It wasn't that he ate differently, it wasn't because his eyes looked different from the rest, and it wasn't because he was always staring at you. No, it was the way he acted. He acted like he's done this before. The whole going into this world and not being a normal puppet bit. You decided that you might as well ask Wally if you could feel him or look inside his mouth...maybe not that first one though, that might come out as weird to him and the others. It's not like he had a reason to say no really, you were just curious.

The 'puppet' with an Elvis cut was sitting down on your couch one leg crossed over the other like the distinguished dude that he was, face buried in a newspaper from this morning. You don't remember teaching him how to read the newspaper, where did he even get that? "Hey Wally..." You shuffled your foot a bit, getting somewhat anxious. "Can I look in your mouth?"

"Hmm?" He looked up from reading the paper with an almost dreamy look to him. "Can I look in your mouth?" You repeated the question, this time he heard you as his head tilted to the side. "Now what would you want to look in my mouth for?" His voice was as calm as usual, though he did have a bit of a smirk today.

"I'm just curious is all, you're not like the others and I've never seen what you guys look like on the inside." You gestured to the inside of your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Wally slowly got up from the couch and leaned over you, smirk still lingering on his face. "Well, I don't see why not, but I'll only let you look inside me if you let me look inside you." You nodded, excited to finally get a look. "Alright, sounds fair." You responded as Wally folded up the newspaper and neatly placed it on the coffee table.

Bending down, Wally opened his mouth quite a bit to let you look, making a small "Ahhh~" like a child would when letting a doctor look at their throat. You peered over to see inside. It was what a normal puppet mouth would look like save for the small black void at the back of the 'throat'. You're not even going to question how Wally speaks or eats, nothing surprises you anymore at this point. Kind of weird to see what is basically a tiny void though.

He closed his mouth once you were done looking before leaning closer to softly grab your face in his hands. It wasn't what you'd thought it'd feel like. You were expecting something like felt, but that wasn't it. It was some other material you've never felt before, it was soft and smooth like silk, but not in a sense that it was fabric. "I believe it's my turn to see the inside of your mouth now." You nodded quietly and opened your mouth as wide as you could, showing off your canines and molars.

It was awkwardly quiet in the living room for a while and you slowly found yourself leaning further and further into the soft hands that held your head up earning a small chuckle from Wally. "Tired?" You nodded. It's been a rough week both from your job getting busy and you being busy at the house trying to keep your new guests out of trouble. "It's like I'm taking care of a bunch of kids.." You mumbled into his hands.

"How about you take a good nap then, you'll be up and full of that energy you need." There it was again. You could feel him staring at you with those eyes. You were too tired to say anything this time though and opted for just getting up and heading to your room. Leaving behind a still smirking Wally.

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I told you guys, I write medium to long posts even if they take a while.

Next up? Barnaby and Wally teach the dear reader how to slow dance. :)

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cartoon-cass · 2 months

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Comprehensive breakdown of MURDER DRONES - Episode 7: Mass Destruction

I saw a breakdown of this episode on youtube and it was just clearly rushed so I want to do this episode justice so here's my comprehensive breakdown.

New intro, look at them! They look so happy, that is not the case in the episode, to say the least. With how much rubber hosing this animation has I would not be surprised if this was done by Kevin Temmer Tunes with what he learned from amazing digital circus Edit: N was animated by Micah Preciado and Uzi by Zachary Preciado

Bad day to accidentally grab the wrong uniform, I do wonder where the actual Dr.Chambers was in all this. Wonder if it would have made a difference... probably not.

Not actually important but having the shadows of the claws that aren't actually there be the thing to interact with the world is fucking cool as hell. This whole scene is a cool twist on an exorcism with robots and science.

Like look at this, it's a pentagram magnet, a normal pentagram from my basic pop culture understanding it's meant to not only summon a demon but also keep them from leaving the circle. A strong magnet is so smart for this case as it's used to keep Nori in place, I mean it doesn't end up working in the end but it's the thought that counts.

It took my second watch of this episode to realize why the lights got turned on, it revealed the tentacles and claws but it's sun light, the same stuff that burns the Disassembly Drones and Uzi. It even has the same effect as in the end of Episode 4

Can I just say how extra it is making the USB a crucifix, I love it. Also I just notice that on the end of the crucifix the detailing is actually in the shape of a USB symbol, the details in this show is amazing, you can see all the love that went in to it.

This is probably the most terrifying way to hold these robots. I couldn't blame any of the robots for wanting to kill the human good god. Also Yeva playing Tetris, the game has a lot of ties to Russia so wonder if she spoke Russian too, she doesn't speak in this episode and not sure if we'll get more flashback with her so not sure if we will ever find out.

Not sure why Mitchell stop Yeva from entering the church but I like to think he thought Yeva was like a kid, look at him holding her hand in the scene before, and was trying to keep her save and knew something was off. That being said I'd love to hear what you think is his reasoning, sound off in the comments/reblogs.

Pulling back we can see Nori, specifically her core, looking at a crucifix comparing it to the USB crucifix in the video to see if it's the one with the patch, it's not, so she goes out for the hunt to see if she can find it.

Like daughter, like mother, honestly cool little details that lets us know what kind of character Nori is with the very little time we have with her. Drawing made presumably by her of herself as a human cat girl, twice, motor oil cans everywhere, a fricking ninja star, nightcore music, a anime statue that might be a reference to something but I have no clue, also magnets which have been used in the passed like drugs so that's um... something.

was originally just going to point out the funny little animation errors in this scene, as the paper goes through the Ipod and the crinkled paper is mirrored but then I wanted to check what was on the paper and...

It's a missing poster of all things? it uses the exact posters used in episode 3 it's probably just reusing assets but I thought it was a cool thing to point out.

Uzi bleeds blood in these scenes and it's not necessarily mentioned out loud, clearly something AS related, but there might be more to it, or it just looks cool.

This man is in some serious denial, but credit where credit is due, when "Tessa" tells N to stop he turns around, and when Uzi apologized for not being able to help he immediately apologized for Snapping at her. Also look at Tessa's little pointing, thought it was funny.

N: "We're not going to hurt you."

I can't blame Uzi for taking this the wrong way, he's clearly telling Tessa off but all Uzi hears is "hurt you", hence why she only parrots that part.

Thad: "Aaand you won't tell me why we're wandering around 'cause...?" Lizzy: "I'm a good friend, and secrets are blackmail. And it's not about football." Thad: "Okay. Does your secret friend want to know about football, or...?"

Anyone else wondering who Lizzy's good friend is? The only 2 characters we know are good friends with Lizzy are Doll and V. It's possible that through everything Doll sent a text to Lizzy asking her to do something but I feel like V just makes more sense. This does assume V made her way away from the sentinels, if I had to guess she's just a core at the moment which might be why she couldn't do it herself, no wings nor weapons as a core, also makes the blackmail line make more sense.

N: "I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this."

Baby girl NO! no you don't, your too hard on your self

That scream. That cut. *chef's kiss* perfect.

This scene just shows us why Uzi went towards the church. Also note when she's the most stressed her eye turns yellow so it does seem stress is the deciding factor whether she can be possessed.

V/AS: You know, you're one of the main reasons... [voice glitching] ...I wanted your team to retain your personalities.

This quote I think has some interesting implications, I mean it obviously confirms that the DD squad was influence by AS but it might also be why it keeps a bit of the personality of which ever host it's using.

This scene holy shit, the music, the lighting, the sound design and animation, that's how you do horror! You don't even need detailed gore, in fact most of it is just off screen. like look at the DD's off in the distance one catches the pilot of the helicopter mid air then they fight over it like hungry animals.

Ok so I hit the image limit and it's almost 1 in the morning so I'm gonna go to bed and continue this tomorrow

~to be continued~

#murder drones #serial designation n #uzi doorman #nori doorman #Yeva #tessa james elliot #I'm just going to tag her to make it easier #Murder drone theory

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kiirotoao · 1 month

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Protective Mike headcanons! To the whole main cast because a lot of my Byler headcanons involve Mike being protective already why not!

Mike will cross his arms and pretend that he’s not paying attention to Max when she skateboards beside him but after that fall in s2 he’s always ready to reach out and stabilize her in a split second

If Mike has any leftovers, he always offers his food to Holly first if she’s still hungry

He also makes sure she’s never unheard at the kitchen table. Lord save the soul who dares to speak over Holly because Mike will roar at them to SHUT UP and then smile at Holly like so what were you saying? :)

Lucas loves birds just because I’m projecting - and Mike doesn’t really care about birds but if Lucas sees a cool one nearby Mike won’t let anyone scare the bird off so that Lucas can have his fun

Mike is basically a crosswalk guard when he’s with anyone when they hit a crosswalk. Boy is extending his arms and holding the other person/people back, making sure the road is clear before they walk.

Mike is a notoriously slow biker when someone’s riding with him. In danger, he’s booking it, but otherwise, he’s vigilant and tries to avoid rocky paths

If anyone gets hurt near Mike, he’s going to become their personal crutch until they can move independently, sometimes even to the point of irritation. Like someone could hurt a toe and walk fine but Mike is right under their arm like hey you okay? He did this a lot to Dustin before s4 because I said so

Mike’s a little clumsy but if he’s carrying something hot or delicate or the like, he’s using both hands and shooing anyone in his way so he doesn’t drop that thing and hurt anyone

Going off his adorable binder of Will’s drawings, Mike keeps his school notes and papers (surprisingly to Lucas and Dustin) organized to the point where he can carry comics in perfect condition before he gives them away

When it’s raining, Mike makes sure that raincoat hoods are being affixed if they keep flying down - he started doing this to everyone in The Party after doing it to Holly so much

Mike gets so angry if people talk shit about his friends. This is canon, but I like to imagine that it extends to their families, too. Like he’ll throw Hopper under the bus but he’s actually really adamant that he’s a good person. Same with Joyce. You will see him after class if you even make a “your mom” joke about her

Mike is first to point out if someone is hurt and figure out the who, what, when, where, and why it happened and make sure they’re safe (Will’s first to notice which then leads to Mike interrogating)

#maybe Mike is my favorite character #I’m very conflicted rn lol #accidental happy birthday to Mike hehe #found this hiding on my drafts!!#Mike wheeler #Mike wheeler headcanons

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izvmimi · 2 years

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cw: minors dni!!! THIS IS A REPOST. deku interrupts you at work cuz he’s horny, also tbh this is radiologist!reader lmao, pseudo-domestic violence, car sex, questionable depiction of a medical professional. also i got inspired from a tiktok but i lost the tiktok so idk.

the high-pitched buzz of your phone vibrating on paper disrupts your focus, but to be quite honest, it’s a mental break you’ve needed after trying to figure out a case for the past twenty minutes. flipping it over, you can see a text from izuku on the screen, and you quickly unlock the phone.

i’ll be there in three minutes, can you slip away for a bit?

your eyes widen. it is a little past lunchtime, and as the thought crosses your mind your stomach growls. rising up quickly, you draft your report and call out to your attending who is glued to their own screen in the dark room that you’re taking lunch. she murmurs something in agreement under her breath.

it’s very bright outside in contrast to the reading room, but you make a quick way out to the driveway where patients are unloaded to see where izuku’s parked. he could probably walk (or jump) here but that attracts too much attention, so whenever he does surprise you at work, he shows up in the old SUV you refuse to give up despite the fact that he makes well enough money to upgrade you.

you grin as you see him, running up to the lowered passenger window. he grins as he sees you too - he didn’t work today, so he’s dressed down, although he looks upsettingly good in his simple white spandex t-shirt.

“what’d you bring me?” you say quickly, before even opening the door.

izuku raises his eyebrows.

“myself.” he’s still smiling but you frown and your stomach growls again.

“yourself?” you pout but then you get annoyed. he’s been home all day and you’re starving and he usually brings food if he can and thus food is all you can think of right now, even if you are always glad to see him.

“how long do you have?” he asks, tentatively as he starts the car but doesn’t drive off yet. “i missed you… and you’re coming home late again tonight…”

his hand rests on your knee and by the way he caresses it you can sort of tell already what he wants-

“not long enough if that’s what you’re thinking of,” you pout. maybe you’re a little bit of a brat, but more childish anger wells up within you.

“you really didn’t bring any food?” you lament.

he chuckles, and drives off as you stare outside the window. it’s only when he makes a right turn off into the parking garage and not onto the main road that you start to wonder what’s going on.

“izuku?”

“indulge me a little bit?” he asks. the car continues to turn up and up and up until you’re basically on the rooftop. blood is starting to rush to your temples.

you turn to him, irritated this time.

“i’m not going to fuck you on my lunch break????”

he laughs then gives you a glance out of the corner of his eye.

“you’re absolutely sure you’re not?”

“izuku!”

“okay how about i do the fucking?” he jokes.

your heart is racing.

“i’m going to punch you and get out of this car if you keep messing with me like this,” your voice is sharp and shrill, and he laughs even harder.

“you’re so cute when you’re upset,” he teases. car now parked in the furthest corner, but uncovered so that it’s bright and the view of the city is the highest from your vantage point, he stops the vehicle and turns to you, pointing to his cheek.

“do it, baby. punch right here, as hard as you can.”

you grimace.

“i’ll do it for real.”

his green eyes gleam and he leans in. “go ahead. i’m giving you permission, sweetheart.”

it’s a small space, but your arm does find a way to draw back and you threaten it. he grins even wider now.

“if you punch me i’ll buy you dinner for real. we’ll have a feast, actually, whatever you want, okay? i dropped the ball. i am a terrible boyfriend, right? i deserve it.”

you hate when he starts like this because he will keep on egging you on, so reluctantly you draw back further and punch him in the face.

he barely moves from the impact and pouts.

“could be better,” he sighs. he takes your wrist before you can draw it back; it really wasn’t a hard punch, but you wanted him to shut up and now your hand stings a little. he can tell with the wince in your face, and kisses your wrist, eyes still focused on you.

your face warms. the close contact always does to you; he knows you too well.

“s-should we really?” you think out loud as he inches closer. he leans back for a moment and watches you carefully. he’s done bothering you at this point you can tell from the suddenly slightly more pensive look in your eyes.

“okay, you’re right that i missed you and didn’t think, just got in the car, so i’m sorry about that,” he murmurs. biting his lip, he rubs your hand in his lap.

a few moments pass, and you give in. you sigh and kiss him on the cheek.

“i missed you, too.”

you ponder for a moment long, and then kiss him on the lips.

who cares if it’s midday and you’re on the clock?

izuku knows what you’re thinking the moment your lips meet his, and his tongue is in your mouth instantly. in a practiced and thus fluid motion, he pulls the seat back while pulling you on top of him as you climb over the car console. your mouths connect and disconnect and his hand unravels your scrub top tucked into your pants and moves upwards to cup a breast. the kiss deepens and you moan into his mouth as his fingers toy with a pebbled nipple. your bodies start to rock together, and you forget that there’s a medical mystery you haven’t yet solved and you’re hungry and tired and still have 8 hours of work left, but regardless, you let yourself sink into your pro hero partner’s arms. he kisses your face and your neck, sucking gently down to the space between your breasts. you raise your hips, and the hard cock that’s been poking between your legs as you straddle him makes an appearance.

will you have time to clean up afterwards?

either way, you sink down onto his cock and soon your car is moving violently as izuku thrusts up and down and up and down and you throw it right back at him.

you can hear him moan as his fingers tighten around your hips but you’re still much, much louder. the sun is beating down and there’s even more heat in the car as you become sweatier through loosened clothing. izuku fills your appetite in another way, you have to admit.

always.

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“did you change your scrubs?” your attending asks as you rush back to your desk nearly an hour later.

you stumble a bit as you barrel past, and thank the heavens that reading rooms are always dark.

“yeah, i spilled some soup so went to the call room and changed.”

“oh, that sucks. hey, i took over that draft for you. good job on that case, you were on the right track.”

“ah, yes.”

your stomach is still growling, but you have excellent dinner plans to look forward to at 8.

and maybe you’ll be fed again, a different way.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #izuku smut #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #mimi's notes #mimi's izu <3

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fluffymaxsworld · 7 months

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“seven days”

monday

model!simonriley x normie!reader

[simon is a model, you’re the typical sweet girl, no smut (but planned), enemies to lovers, mutual attraction, orphanage, mention of christianity, ghost can’t basically socialize poor boy :(]

[not proof read, i’m sorry for grammar mistakes, i’m not english :))]

“If you want to improve your situation you have to take part in this volunteer project” simon riley’s manager handed him a voucher, “It’s a week-a-week job at an orphanage in a small town”

“one week should be easy” he said, “sign me up”

MONDAY

simon riley, world famous model, finally arrived at the orphanage.

lately rumors began to spread about his deep hate for children, which was half true, he wouldn’t lie, but still a bad thing for his public image.

“you should be simon, come in” a old woman greeted him, smiling weakly.

now i get why they need help, he thought.

“i’m really happy another young man has decided to help us”

another? there are other people?

“it’s such a pleasure being here, mrs…?”

“oh, sarah is fine” she began to walk towards a small, cozy room. “this is where you’ll sleep for the next few days, get comfortable!”

“thank you sarah” he smiled and dropped his suitcase on the floor, “i’ll make sure to be as quick as possible to start today”

“what a kind guy!” she said, leaving him alone in the room.

he took a glance around. it was quite different from the hotel rooms he was used to, the sunlight hitting the walls and the beds… beds?!

he didn’t noticed that there were another pair of bags on the floor, a deep shade of pink and some feminine clothes dropping out of them. one of the bed was done, light blue sheets and soft pillows. someone was going to sleep with him.

he sighed, taking out his black surgical mask (to avoid paparazzi during the whole day, his manager said) and putting it on his face, half of it now well covered.

after doing his bed and preparing the last things, he walked into the common space full of lively children and a sweet scent of baked cookies, something he missed a lot. he noticed a couple of women and men around his age helping the kids or playing with them. he sat on a chair, looking around for something to do.

a small hand reached his arm touching his hard muscles.

“are you new??” a cute voice coming out of a small kid, six years old maybe.

“i am kiddo” he replied, “what’s yer name?”

“alex!!” he smiled, “and that’s my best friend!”

he pointed at a 20 years old girl that was wearing a cute yellow dress full of sunflowers, smiling sweetly at some children that were drawing on a piece of paper. you.

“she’s the best ever! i love her so much!” the kid interrupted his thoughts, gripping his arm gently.

“alex! come back here!” your even sweeter voice called out the kid who immediately, still holding simon’s arm, ran towards you.

“hey hey, look who i found! he’s new!” alex said, smiling almost proud of his new friend.

“hello, simon riley”

“simon riley? the model?” you asked bluntly, your soft expression hardening at the thought of more problems, “what are you here for, money or something? we definitely don’t need any trouble”

“girl, relax. i wanted to help, that’s all.” he replied, getting quite annoyed by the same girl he found nearly attractive a few seconds before.

“a model? that wants to help? oh please, do you think i’m stupid?” you grunted.

“what’s your problem, girl. s’not like i’ve brought wit’ me paparazzi and fangirls”

“your stupid fangirls. how can people like celebrities they never met…” you mumbled, almost to yourself.

“i can hear you.” he groaned, “and i even thought you were sweet”

“the fu-” you covered your mouth before cursing in front of the kids, “i don’t wanna talk to you, so please leave me alone”

“tsk, s’not like i wanted to talk to ya” and with this, he walked away.

liar. he wanted to talk to you. so damn much.

lunch time. simon talked to a few guys working there that told him about how the days works and the breaks.

“you’ll choose a table for the whole week, unfortunately you can’t change it.” they explained.

simon took his food, a warm soup with a side of chicken, and sat on a half empty table.

he had small talks with the guys sitting there when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“what are you doing here?” your voice broke the silence in his mind.

“eating?” he replied, almost sarcastically.

“eating, here?” you sat besides him, “this is my table”

“so? now it’s ours” he grunted.

i wonder how’d you look in bed sweetheart, he thought, blushing slightly under his mask.

“whatever. there’s no need to fuck around for a stupid thing like this.” you said.

“so you can swear. thought ya were some kind of church typa girl”

“what the hell is this supposed to mean? a christian girl can’t swear?” you growled.

“no no, that’s not…” he stopped, “whatever, forget it. let’s just ignore each other.”

“good idea”

simon entered his room, curios on who his roommate might be, maybe a cute girl, he thought.

well, whoever they were, they didn’t arrive yet. luckily, because he needed a shower. after taking off his sweaty clothes and bringing with him all the stuff for his model-like shower he stepped in, turning on the warm water and cleaning up.

you opened the door of your room, sarah already told you about your new roommate and you just prayed he wasn’t simon. a soapy scent filled the air so you just figured out he was probably taking a shower.

you laid on your light blue bed, enjoying the pleasant breeze, smiling softly and thinking about your day.

simon isn’t a bad guy for sure, but you just couldn’t help but imagine him like a thirsty-for-fame man. yet you couldn’t also deny his attractiveness, which made you blush softy at the only sight of him.

of course he’s handsome, he’s a model! you thought.

simon finished the shower. he wrapped around his hips a white towel. he opened the door and…

“you!?” he grunted.

“you??” you grunted back, studying his appearance, “put something on, you pervert!”

“i just took a shower, dumbass!” he growled.

“whatever, put something on anyways!” you looked away, pressing your face into the soft pillow.

he’s so damn hot!!! you thought, blushing intensely.

why does she have to be so annoying, such a waste for a cutie like her, he thought, closing the bathroom door and putting on his calvin klein boxers.

after awhile he stepped out (again) all dressed up as he saw you already sleeping on your bed. you had changed clothes too in the meantime.

so she was naked? he smirked.

“you’re so breathtaking” he whispered to himself.

“i’m what?” you muttered, sleepy voice and sleep eyes.

luckily for him, you weren’t facing him, because right now he was blushing like a school girl, covering his face.

“annoying! you’re so annoying!” he tried to correct himself.

“tsk, whatever.”

i love this concept, seven days of model!simonriley x normie!reader.

i want him to wake up with a morning erection😍😍

pt 2 coming in a few days :))

ask to join a taglist <33

#ghost x reader #simon riley #cod simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost smut #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #cod x reader

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blank-slate-jay · 1 year

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In Need

Joel Miller x Male!Reader Word Count: 2.6k

Tags:Angst,Violence(Blood),Comfort, Soft!Joel

Request: "Long story not so short reader's the one to encounter David, he gives Joel the medicine, reader is the one who kills David. Joel and Ellie find him, Joel seeing that he went outside alone, he killed someone for the first time and basically put himself at risk just to take care of Ellie and to prove Joel that he isn't cargo and obviously Joel fucking breaks because the guy he's in love with did all this shit to keep safe the two people he cared for the most and didn't give his life any value even before that. Reader was always behind to warn them if something was gonna attack, or to defendem with his body first and Joel didn't notice until that moment."

A/N: This prompt has a lot of angst and I love it! Has some slow build up so I really hope this is what you wanted anonymous, Enjoy!

“Where, WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!” Joel screamed. His growl was enough to shake the wooden walls and it definitely rattled Ellie, who had her gun pointed at their second hostage tied up against the table.

Joel was furious, with his injury, with the lack of information, and most importantly, your absence. Ellie had told him everything about the raiders, how they came to kill him, how you acted as bait to lure the ruffians away from the town. Ultimately you failed and were captured. He didn’t need to know all the details, just hearing Ellie recite this to him was enough to get him off his deathbed, away from the cold mattress.

The man Joel had in his grasp, screamed out as the knife drove deeper into the man’s knee. “I don’t know…” he cried in anguish. Joel didn’t give a damn, whipping the man’s head back to get him to focus on his words. “Where. Is. He?”Joel's voice is much lower but just as menacing as before.

“They…” the raider muffled, “..there…there’s a town.”

“What TOWN?!”

His screams were enough to cause the second man on the floor to shift, Ellie positions her gun in line with the man’s head. “Leave him alone man, I can tell you where it is. It’s-”

Joel yelled again, “Shut up,” pulling the knife out from the man’s knee. Just on the small table next to him was a map, he grabs it while shoving the knife’s handle into the man’s mouth. “Point to where it is. It better fuckin’ match up with your buddy.”

The man sobs through the handle, with the map being held to his face. He did as told, drawing a line across the crinkled paper. He spits the knife out into his own lap, “There…ok? It should be there, fucking psycho”. Joel looks at the location, Silver Lake. “I wouldn’t hold my breath,” Joel's eyes look back at the raider, “David’s probably chopped him up by now,” he laughs.

Joel gritted his teeth, eyes as dark as the night. In one swoop motion he grapples the blade and shoves it against him, receiving a cry from his buddy off to the side. “Noo.”

The other hostage tried moving, as if he could somehow save his dying companion. Ellie of course was on it, “Move again, and I’ll shoot you.”

He tried pleading with them, in a state of hysteria, knowing he might have the same demise. Ellie had her gun, her aim shaky, scared to kill again but ready if it meant less obstacles later.

Joel though didn’t want her doing the dirty work, he was up and by her side, lightly pushing her hand down to lower her aim. “Get the horse ready”, he said with a small hint of guilt in his voice. Joel had insisted she stay hidden in the basement while he interrogated them, instead, she wanted to help. The older man didn’t have it in him to argue with her, between his grogginess and his wounded stomach, it wouldn’t have done him any good.

This time she did as told, lowering her weapon and walking out of the room.

Keep reading

Joel’s gaze turns to the man, tightening his fingers.

“We should’ve blasted you motherfuckers when we had the chance!”

“Maybe you should have,” he says, bringing his knife down onto the man’s skull.

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The Silver Lake town was in shambles, people were yelling, people were running for their lives, and some were even fighting each other. Chaos ensued outside from your hiding place. Word got out on what was in their last meal, human remains. The people freaked out and began fighting, guns blazing.

You were sat up behind a counter, a pool of red just inches from you. Trembling at the sight, you tried collecting yourself. It was the first time you killed somebody, someone you couldn’t spare for once. You were moments away from being turned into a dish, what were you supposed to do? The thought made you nearly gag, you didn’t know how Joel didn’t feel the same way after he did the same. Perhaps he did and was just numb to it all.

It didn’t matter though how you felt, you lived, you survived. You’d get to breathe freely even if it was for another moment. There wasn’t much time to celebrate, as nothing was in the world, because another set of footsteps entered into the massive dining hall. The quickness and sudden entrance made you jerk.

You listen carefully, as the person trailed around the room.

He said your name and you recognized that voice. Fucking David. Shit. He was the last person you wanted to encounter, especially in your hazed state. To some degree your fizzled mind was more alert than ever. After all, you trusted him. He gave you medicine, let you and your friends live; he must’ve had a change of heart. Or his plan to raid your rundown base, kidnap one of you even, was his intention all along.

He called out for you again, sending a chill up your spine, “I know you’re in here. Why don’t you come on out, we can just work this out. Like ole pals”.

His voice, so condescending he might as well just say he wanted you dead. His voice was far, not enough to calm your nerves. Peering around the counter, through all the chairs and tables, you can make out the movement of a gray door. It swung, with a faint bit of light shining from behind. That was your way out, it had to be. The front door wasn’t an option as that would expose you to David and the mayhem happening just outside. There was probably a window, or even better another door just beyond the one you saw ahead. You needed to leave.

“If you take me to your friends, I’ll let you off scout free. We can forget about this whole mess, start over.”

Yeah right? Like you’d put your faith in him again. After he captured you and put you in a cage, after he ordered his man to cut you up like an animal; like hell you’d trust him.

Hearing David’s steps, slowly trailing around made you move, making sure you were as quick as can be. You kept your distance behind pillars, seats, and small walls; constantly keeping track of him through sound and small glimpses from your hiding spot.

You were now close, hiding behind a a seated booth that hid you from David’s sight and had the backdoor completely in full view. Anyone coming through the door would see you. It was tempting just to run for it. Doing so would alert him, causing you more trouble than you could’ve ask for.

A distraction is what you needed, something to keep him busy for a time. But would do that? A molotov might do the trick, the idea came about while you looked over at the bottle on a nearby table. If only you had a rag and a lighter.

Your knife would have to do, as you prepare yourself for a sneak attack.

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Joel and Ellie made it, Silver Lake. The place was in shambles, they were caught off by the shouting, the combustion; initially thinking they'd have to sneak their way through a heavily guarded town.

Joel couldn't tell if he'd prefer what he was expecting, or the situation they were in now. There wasn’t time to waste, thinking too hard would just prolong your rescue.

The two kept behind a brick wall, watching and waiting for an opening. Joel’s plan was to search all the buildings that likely had a kitchen or butcher room. They’d have to wait until the gunshots came to a steady, not wanting to get caught in any cross fire.

One last shot rang out, before all that was left was the sounds of the howling winds. It lasted long, and the two gazed at each other before Joel decided to peek around the corner. Only three men remained, at least from what he could see. He could easily take them all with just a few bullets, but his aching stomach would prove to make that difficult.

“Jesus, can’t believe they’d turn on us.”

“Yeah, where the fuck did David go?"

Was there a dispute? Did you cause this? Who cared, not Joel. He just wanted to know if you were alive and well, afraid the ladder was high unlikely and wishful thinking.

Fuck it. He pulls his rifle up, groaning as he lined up his aim. Ellie got herself prepared too, locking eyes with Joel and communicating they’re next action through gaze alone. One of the men were facing away from them, he takes aim before pulling, taking one guy out.

It startles the other two, leaving them confused. It gave Joel time to reload behind cover before coming back out and down went the raider. None of them could hide besides one, who ducked behind the opposite side of the building the two were already hiding behind.

He had his rifle aimed just at the edges of the brick wall, ready to tap the raider the moment he peaked over. Ellie had herself up against Joel, somewhat curious if the coast was clear. His sharp, focused eyes said otherwise.

Just as half of the raider's face came into view, Joel was quick to dispose of the last man with a piercing shot to the face. Falling to the ground, the coast looked to be finally clear. The silence almost seemed threatening, like a trap was awaiting them if they stepped out from their hiding spot. Nothing of course convinced Joel of this other than his own worry.

“Stay close to me”, Joel instructs Ellie. She nods, taking small steps behind Joel to keep her pace steady for the injured man.

They didn’t have a certain route, just trailing the walls and looking into the windows of buildings as they passed by each one; alleyways included. Joel sporadically looked around, trying to locate you while keeping a lookout for any other threats. Ellie did the same, but kept her eyes out for you.

Joel, so caught up in the moment, hadn’t realized Ellie’s light steps growing distant by the second.

He turned to her, eyes widening at her recklessness, “Ellie”! She wasn’t listening,her eyes were squinted, investigating the figure just beyond the alleyway. She could have swore she recognized who it was, until she got closer. She gasped.

Joel calls her name again, this time she listen.

“Joel,” she waves her hand over, “It’s y/n”. She ran into the alley leaving Joel to limp his way over to the other side of the street. She could’ve at least helped him, after hearing that you were alive, the man wanted to run but couldn’t.

He crosses the street, and is parallel with the valley and spots you at the other side, knees deep into the snow; draped in stains of red.

Ellie had already cross the distance in a sprint. She grabs your arms, startling you from your paralyzed state. Looking up from the snow, you were shocked to see Ellie, she was here. How? You had told her to stay and watch out for Joel, now she was here?

You had some questions but decided to hold them off, just wanting to be reminded what a caring embrace felt like. You reach your hand up and Ellie comes down to you with a hug. You could feel your tears welling up, wanting to forget the hell you just experienced.

Hearing a set of steps hit the snow, you snap your gaze to the side. Some of your questions were answered on sight just seeing Joel struggling as he limped over to you. Your tears finally started pouring down your face. "Joel, I fucking did it. I killed someone," your voice quivered.

You're words barely graced the man's ears. He just was happy you were still here, functioning normally too. He drops down to you, cupping your face and making you keep eye contact with him.

When you tried speaking again, it came out disjointed. It was a blend between an explanation and an apology. Yet Joel knew what you meant by the few words that escaped your shaky lips.

The way he treated you up to this point, your dispute weeks ago, the one that shut you down completely; when Joel yelled at you for not defending yourself. He did it out of fear, you nearly got kidnapped for god knows what reason. By then he was fed up with your passiveness, practically calling you useless and nothing more than dead weight.

He very quickly regretted this over the next few days, the lack of any soul in your voice was aching to hear. Ellie was feeling the effects of this too, trying to make small talk with you, but you never had much to say. The raising pain he felt made him feel guilty, believing his actions didn't justify his emotions. You likely we're in greater pain than he was.

Joel ran his fingers across your cheek, wiping away the drops leaving your eyes. You look down, "I'm sorry I...I tried protecting Ellie, and you..."

Hearing your voice was just furthering the wounds in the older man's heart. He shook, his head reminded of his wrongdoings. "No no no..." he pulls your face back up, "Sweetheart, we wouldn't be here if it weren't for you," Joel tried hiding the cracks in his voice. "You saved me, you watched over Ellie, I can't thank you enough. And..." he paused, his guilt coming back into the forefront. "''m sorry, for everythin'. I shouldn't have said any of it, I'd go back and change it in a heartbeat."

His words were touching, as if you didn't have enough to keep your tears flowing. You close your eyes in an attempt to hide yourself, to save the two people you cared about much the trouble of witnessing you break down. A combination of everything you'd suffer through just came crashing down onto you. The embarrassment of appearing weak in front of Joel, wasn't enough to stop your cries.

This time, he wouldn't push you away, not like last time. He pulled you in, his forehead pressing up against yours. He just kept repeating his remorsefulness, each time his voice grew softer until it was a whisper like the wind.

Ellie was also providing you extra security with her head leaning into the back of your shoulder. She would thank you later, with her own words, but she thought it was appropriate to comfort you now. Without you, she'd have no idea how to mend Joel or even handle David. It scared her thinking about doing everything you've done all alone.

You spent some time regaining your composure in Joel's warm palms, reaching up to place yours over his, you didn't realize how numb it had gotten from the freezing cold. You grip them tightly, clearing away the sorrow with a sniff.

"We need to go, okay?"

You took a second but eventually nodded.

Joel nods too in approval, he grips your hands in his own, and stands slowly, pulling you up along with him. Ellie lifts herself on her own accord, giving you some breathing room to physically reconcile with Joel. Seeing him wrap his arm around your back, his chin stuck to the side of your forehead, gave her hope that things going forward between you two would get better.

She informs you, "The horse isn't far," grabbing ahold of you before leading you forward.

Being that close to you, glued to your side, he wish he could tell you how much you meant to him. With the nightmare you just experienced, dropping something heavy like that would have to wait, you’d been through more than enough.

For once he was just happy, to finally make up with the man he loved, dearly.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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Hey, sorry to bother you but I’d like to request if you could write a list of all the things Mammon’s canonically good at- like his talents, his good traits, and things his done that caught your eye or things that just makes you love him. I just want to have a list to remind me of the things that make me love him. Again sorry for bothering you, take care and have a nice day!

It's not a bother at all! I've actually been coming up with this list for about a year now and I've actually spoken about it on this blog a few times too! I keep on postponing posting it cos I figure I should post it when it's finished but new things keep on getting added to it, so this is as good a sign as any to post it!

Like you said everything is based off canon (main story, devilgram, chats, events, manga & anime). I've probably gone into more detail on some of them in my other posts but if anyone wants me to clarify a point lemme know.

I will probably be adding to this with each new detail

Canon* Things Mammon is Good At

*(main story, devilgram, chats, events, manga & anime)

• Analytical

• Supportive

• Hand to hand combat to an extent

• Trapeze

• Balloon art

• Customer service - both as a waiter & as a host/entertaining customers

• Singing

• Dancing

• Chess

• Surfing

• Swimming

• Card games

• Cheating at card games

• Modelling

• Good with kids

• Emotionally intelligent

• Technology to a certain extent

• Cooking to a certain extent

• Maths - his mental maths is faster than a computer's and his answers are all correct

• Debating/winning arguments ?

• Teaching/being a mentor

• Leading the others

• Salesman

• Anything he tries if he puts effort into it/is serious about it

• Rope climbing/rescue

• Thinking on the spot/spontaneous decisions/actions during stressful situations/under pressure

• Inventing things using mechanics, engineering & magic (physics??)

• Multitasking

• Office work/ Sales

• Paper work? Organisation? Anything regarding being a Throne which is basically a Personal Assistant

• Can walk in heels very well

• Flying - either by his own means or with the help of magic objects

• Understanding others' emotions and manipulating them to get what he wants

• Calming down Satan when he's pissed

• Coming up with new extremely successful business ideas

• Designing clothes

• Driving

• Fixing up cars

• If you take just the card art as evidence - pole dancing

• If you're considering AUs, which I am, - he has the ability to rule a kingdom (with MC's help)

• Can talk to crows, command them & get them to spy for him (which he relays to Lucifer)

• Pushing down his own fears for others - Prioritises MC & Luke over his own fears

• With animals - volunteers at a human world dog shelter? Cat person.

• Making jewellery

• Soothing nightmares/getting his traumatised younger brothers to sleep

• Steering/Sailing a pirate ship

• Fastest of the brothers

• Quick draw standoffs/shootouts

• Juggling

• Script Writing

• Film Directing

• Editing Videos/Films

• Facing Interviews

• Agile

• Can waltz

• Really good at whistling - it sounds musical

Bonus;

• I vaguely remember "skating" but I can't remember where it's from so I'm not 100% sure if it's canon

• I don't have the band devilgram with Luke & Beel so dunno if he actually plays an instrument

• this is never stated explicitly in canon but considering he's the best at dancing and he's a really good trapeze artist = he's probably very flexible

*despite being good at all of this his skill level varies a lot depending on how motivated he is, how easily he'll get distracted, how much effort he puts into it, how much he's paying attention etc.

• He's good at sewing & and embroidery, though he can get bored and lose his concentration after a while which makes him pissed off/start spiralling

• Basketball

For example:

- he's still failing maths at RAD despite being very good at it & the best at math from all his brothers

- he made a plan (that included tricking Lucifer, Solomon and Satan) on the spot to steal a book from solomon that worked very well. He lost the whole game because he couldn't be bothered to read the cover of the book to make sure he got the right one - he immediately gave up after finding this out

#asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #swd mammon #shall we date mammon #om mammon #obey me! mammon #shall we date obey me #swd obey me!

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btsficsandsuch · 8 months

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Hello~

Is there any possibility for me to request a min yoongi demon that was unintentionally summoned but angsty if possible you can decide how it ends. Thank you!

I hope this is okay. I just started reading AU fics myself so I have never written anything like this before. I didn’t make this that angsty but I can add another chapter and really pile on the angst and maybe more if you’d like.

Warning: Mentions of demons/demon related things. Slight mention of assault and death of a family member.

An Ungodly Dream

Looking at the old book in your hands it honestly made you chuckle. You read the title again ‘Book of Conjurings, Spells, and Hymns’. Out of all the things you expected to find while cleaning out your grandmothers attic this was not it. You figured she probably got it at a thrift store or something and didn’t really know what it was. Her mind had slowly been deteriorating towards the end you told yourself. You never really believed in any thing like this so the book was pretty comical in your opinion. You only took it to use as a Halloween decoration for the upcoming holiday.

Feeling silly for even having the book in your apartment you placed it out of sight in your closet to store away until you decided to put up the rest of your decor and went to get some work done. After a few hours you decided a break was much needed and you fell down onto your bed to take a nap. Unfortunately your mind kept wandering to the book in your closet. “It doesn’t hurt just to take a look right? Maybe read a few pages.”, you thought to yourself. Grabbing the book you plopped back down on your bed and opened up to a random page. The title simple stated ‘Demons’ followed by step by step instructions on how to conjure up a demon. “What is this some kind of twisted cookbook?”, you thought to your self as you read on.

You had to admit the “spell” was pretty catchy and well written. Just as you were about to turn to the next page you heard a loud bang followed by shouting which startled you causing you to slice your finger on the paper of the book, drawing blood that dropped down onto the page. Your crazy neighbors were arguing again and even though this was almost a daily occurrence it always made you jump. “Stupid neighbors. I can’t wait to move out of here.”, you said as you got up to get a bandaid tossing the book on your bed.

After cleaning the paper cut and wrapping it in a bandaid you walked back to your room but stopped at the doorway unable to enter the room due to fear. You don’t have a roommate, you don’t have a boyfriend, you hardly even have friends but sitting on your bed is a strange man. He had jet black hair and dark eyes that really stood out against his pale white skin. He was beautiful in a mysterious way. But he was also a stranger who had broken into your apartment.

“Excuse me can I help you? What are you doing here?”, you asked. The man looked up glaring at you but didn’t speak. Your skin felt warm. “Hello? Why are you in my apartment? You need to leave or I’m calling the police.”, you said again. The man stood up still glaring at you. “You’re the one that called me here.”, he spoke. His voice much deeper than you expected.

“I called you here? I did no such thing.”, you said with a hint of annoyance. “That’s it. I’m calling the police.”, you said beginning to walk back to the kitchen where your phone was currently charging. You were stopped when something grabbed your wrist, something ice cold. You turned around and came face to face with the man that was formerly sitting on your bed. His hand was freezing, cold to the point it hurt. He smelled lightly of smoke and pine. It reminded you of being at a bonfire in the woods and if he wasn’t a stranger who broke into your home and was not basically assaulting you then you’d find it comforting. “You don’t want to do that.”, he spoke again.

“Listen I don’t have any money or anything of value but you can take whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me. Please.”, you whispered. You closed your eyes unable to face whatever he was going to do next. “I’m not going to hurt you. I mean, not unless you give me a reason to have to hurt you.”, he whispered right back. “Seriously, what do you want? Who are you?”, you asked trying to put a space in between the two of you. You watched him slowly walk over to the bed and grab the book that you had been reading earlier. He opened it and began flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for and he handed you the book. Looking down at the page your head began to spin, you felt sick to your stomach, you couldn’t catch your breath. The top of the page stood the word ‘Demons’.

You began laughing. “I have to say most people don’t usually laugh when they meet me”, the man spoke. “I’m laughing because this has to be some crazy dream. Demons aren’t real.”, you said. Quickly the man walked up to you and took your hands in his, “Does this not feel real to you Y/N?”

“How do you know my name?”, you said pushing him away from you. “I know a lot more than you think.”, he smirked. Now you were getting irritated. “Really like what?”, you demanded. You wanted to smack the smirk right off of his beautiful face you thought. “I know that you graduated from West High School, that your favorite color is purple, you hate seafood, you got that book from your grandmothers house after she passed away. I know that currently you’re thinking how you wish you could smack this smirk right off my beautiful face.” You could feel your face heating up. He continued, “I also know that your neighbor is about to knock on your door and ask to borrow a cup of sugar.” That got a chuckle from you, “Okay I am definitely dreaming. There’s no way something lik-“. You were cut off by a knock at your door. Side eyeing the man in your room you made your way to the front door and saw your sweet 86 year old neighbor ‘Mary’. “Hi Y/N. I’m so sorry to bother you. I had such a hankering for cookies and just realized I’m out of sugar. Could I borrow a cup? I’ll be sure to bring you back some after I get to the store.”, she smiled. Unable to speak you walked to the kitchen and grabbed the bag of sugar to hand to your neighbor. “Thank you so much dear. I’ll bring you some cookies tomorrow too. Be the way, you should really turn the heat down in your apartment. Too much heat can make you sick. It’s ungodly hot in there.”, Mary said. “You have no idea.”, you smiled and closed the door.

You stopped in the kitchen to grab a drink of water to try and calm yourself down but you almost choked when a deep voice came up behind you, “You know it’s pretty rude to not offer a guest anything to drink.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know demons drank water. What if I accidentally give you holy water?”, you spat. “So what are you going to do with me? Possess me? Take me down to your cave in hell? Make me sign a contract in exchange for my soul?”, you asked. The man rolled his eyes, “How many terrible horror movies have you watched?” “So what are you going to do with me?”, you asked once again. He sighed, “You’re the one that summoned me Y/N. You tell me what you want me to do with you?”, he said again with that smirk you hated but loved. “I’d like you to do a lot of things with me?”, you thought to yourself. The man chuckled, “I don’t think you could handle me in that way Y/N.” You could feel your cheeks heat up again. “Okay new rule. No listening to my thoughts.”, you snapped. “I can’t really help it but I will try to not let you know that I know.”, he smiled. “Can’t you just go back to where you came from? I obviously did this on accident and I don’t have a reason for you to be here.”, you asked. If you didn’t know this man was a demon you’d think he looked a little hurt at your harsh words.

“I can’t go back until you release me.”, he whispered. “Okay fine. How can we do that? Just say the spell again?”, you asked trying not to sound as agitated. He shook his head, “I’m afraid it’s not that simple Y/N. There’s a lot that goes into it.” You bit your lip, “Okay well we can figure it out. In the mean time, do you have a name? Or would you just prefer me to call you Lucifer or something?” The man rolled his eyes before coming to stand next to you, “You’re really trying to throw every demon stereotype out there aren’t you Y/N? Actually my name is Yoongi.”

#bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #bts imagines #min yoongi #suga #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #yoongi imagine #bts angst #bts au fanfic #yoongi au

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squadrah · 9 months

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Been thinking about this, but which members of La Squadra would be childfree(have almost or completely no interest in having children) and which would like to have a family(if given the chance)? And how big of a family?

Not my forte, but I'll do my best!

Risotto: He strikes me as the type that, given the chance, would have settled down to continue his family's business and had at least one child. I headcanon that he was an only child because being a large baby, the pregnancy and birth was quite difficult and his parents decided not to risk another one. If he faced the same risk with his first child, he would stop at one to spare his partner, but if size was not an issue, he would be content to have several children.

Formaggio: On paper, he is definitely childfree, and had probably bailed on relationships with partners who either started entertaining the idea of having children together, or were too relaxed about contraceptives. He's too independent and carefree to actually want children of his own, and yet if he had to babysit, he would find that he's actually quite good with children, and from there it might not be out of the question with the right partner to have some.

Prosciutto: He is fully capable of being a provider and mentor to children, but having any of his own is not a priority to him in the slightest, and he would not be enticed to make any in order to start a family. Children would have to happen to him in the form of say, becoming acquainted with a worthy child who is up for adoption, or an unexpected pregnancy popping up with a partner that he is firmly committed to. Would definitely draw the line at two.

Pesci: He thinks children are fine and it must be nice to have a family, but he is too self-conscious about passing down his genes and doubts his own ability to take on such a huge responsibility and be a good parent whether his child turns out typical or not, so he tends to play it safe and never really think about it. It would take a very capable and confident partner for him to risk it, and even just one child would be quite nerve wrecking for him to handle.

Ghiaccio: He is in a similar boat to Pesci, but he is much more firmly childfree on account of having his hands full just trying to manage his own temper and energy in a constructive manner. He's also in the camp of "why bring more children onto this bitch of an earth" so he would equally scoff at any of the others expressing interest. I tend to headcanon him as asexual on top of everything else, so the idea of having sex to have children would be quite repulsive to him.

Melone: He is more chill about the idea than the others in the sense that with his disabilities, children are mostly out of the question, but if he managed to have one, he would probably be excited... at least until said child entered their defiant phase, at which point he would start wondering why he ever thought this would be a good idea. He's basically the reverse of Formaggio: on paper children sound good, and then they say no to him once and he's done forever.

Illuso: His opinions are mixed. As a middle child from a numerous family, he knows first hand how messy children can be, and he's not exactly in the right place mentally or emotionally to start a family. On the other hand, he loves drama and would probably get a kick out of observing his own children have blowouts, as long as he didn't have to deal with any of it. Three would be plenty, and he fantasizes about them tearing each other apart over the inheritance.

Sorbet: Absolutely agrees with Ghiaccio about it being cruel to bring more children into life's great shit show, and his frugal nature also rejects the idea on financial grounds. He is probably the most normal about being childfree - you will not find him having arguments either for or against, and if pressed, he will dismiss any attempts with it being a personal preference and his choice. The most he could tolerate is being an uncle, as long as the child liked plants and opera.

Gelato: He, on the other hand, loves children, and not just the idea of them one way or another. To him they are as precious as kittens and puppies are to most people, and he really enjoys their company because kids are very honest and also little freaks with unique ideas and views. If he could, he would have a gaggle about him at all times, but he is also one of the worst enablers ever, so it's probably a good thing that he can't go out and start a family of his own.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original

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punsmaster69 · 7 months

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16/OCT/20XX

"X-raying a skeleton?"

"Isn't that kinda pointless?"

alphys shook her head.

"They can look for problems 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 the bone, too."

undyne looked confused.

"What? Isn't there just.. more bone inside the bones?"

"Bones have multiple layers!"

"and a lot of parts. you've got the proximal epiphysis, the diphysis, the metaphysis..."

alphys pointed at various points on papyrus as i listed each one.

undyne continued to look confused.

"Why are there so many '-sis' things in your bones?"

"cuz we're sissies."

"WHAT? SINCE WHEN?"

"I think he meant in the coward way, Paps."

"OH."

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS NO COWARD!"

"MY ONLY FEAR IS...!"

"....."

"NOT HAPPENING, SO BASICALLY NOTHING!"

a nurse came into the lobby and called my name.

"Sans?"

"welp, that's me."

papyrus rose from his seat to follow me.

i handed my journal to alphys.

"don't have too much fun waiting without us, ok?"

——

[There's a crude drawing of Sans and Toriel kissing. Sharp handwriting follows.]

Pictured above: my dream

Heya its me Sansand im a big NERD

I love my brother Papyrus hes the cooolest

And also Undyne is So cool and awsome

also also Alphys is smart and cool and stuff and a way better nerd than me,

Anyway TORIEL right woww shes soo0 hot hot baby—

[A line is drug from the 'y' to the edge of the paper, suddenly cutting off the text.]

Sorry, Sans...

I went to the bathroom, and she got bored.

~ Alphys

——

papyrus tapped his foot anxiously as we waited for the doctor to return.

"so.. you're my guardian now, huh?"

"WHAT? I DO 𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗗 YOU."

"...EVEN IF THAT WASN'T 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘛𝘌 WHAT THEY MEANT. IT STILL COUNTS!"

"should i start calling you papa-rus?"

"ARGH, NO!! I HAVE TO BE IN HERE, SANS. EVEN IF IT MEANS... L... L.."

"....."

"SHIFTING THE TRUTH, SLIGHTLY."

"what're you so nervous about?"

"NERVOUS? THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS NEVER NERVOUS!.."

"......"

his foot tapped faster.

"IF THEY FIND ANYTHING..."

"THAT'S NOT GOOD! OBVIOUSLY. BUT, WE'D AT LEAST HAVE AN ANSWER TO ALL THIS."

"IF THEY 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 FIND ANYTHING.."

"THEN WHAT?"

"then on to something else."

that didn't seem to make him worry much less.

𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬.

the doctor opened the door.

"We're all ready for you."

"ok. you coming, paps?"

——

"...So, yeah! Everything looks a-okay, but we won't know for sure until the radiologist gets back with us in about one to two days."

"just gotta hang out 'till then, yeah?"

"Yep! Just don't break any bones in the meantime."

"can do."

"HAVE A GOOD DAY, HUMAN-DOCTOR."

in the lobby, undyne was splayed across multiple chairs. they were watching something on alphys' phone.

when she spotted us, undyne bolted upright (startling alphys in the process).

"Finally! Why did that take SO freakin' long??"

"IT FELT LIKE WE WAITED FOREVER IN THE ROOM!!"

"D-did they see anything?"

"nothin' on the cursory. we'll get the full results in maybe a day or so."

"ALPHYS, DO YOU STILL HAVE SANS' JOURNAL?"

"Um, y-yeah. Here.."

she dug it out of her coat pocket and handed it to me with an apologetic look on her face.

went back a page to see why.

...

thank you, undyne.

thoughtful entry.

——

we got ice cream and went to the park.

undyne jumped in a leaf pile, and came out looking like she was trying to disguise as a bush.

then papyrus tried to help her get some of the leaves off,

but she pushed him into it, too.

he shoved her back, and soon it turned into whole a leaf-wrestling match.

....

you ever seen a skeleton knock leaves out of his eye sockets?

#journal #undertale #sans #papyrus #undyne #alphys #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #papyrus and undyne #papyrus and alphys #skelebros #alphyne #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans

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atvace · 4 months

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Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 11: Her Desire

"My sources told me they hosted a drinking party between the elites," He dropped down a few papers consisting of a few highlighted texts scattered around the table. "There will be the VIPs all around Las Almas gathering in." He rolled a map of Las Almas and pointed at a specific manoir.

"La casa de sin nombre?" Soap raised his eyebrow reading the manoir name in the map, "Actually no, it's one of their lugartenientes." Alejandro shrugged. "A cartel lieutenant..." The huge forehead chuckled, "You're learning, hermano." he ruffled some of the papers.

"Some are invited to the meet some are uh..." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Volun-told?" Graves raised his eyebrow "Yes-". Soap peered at the map, examining the terrains around the house. "What's the gathering about?" He asked, "Well, apparently they do this every Sunday night but this time there'll be a meeting too." He took a ballpoint and scribbled a few.

"And maybe about us too." He drops the pen down and tilts to Graves. "Las Almas is burning, and they want to know how lit the fire." Alejandro bit the inside of his cheek.

"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost rests his hand on the table. "No guarantees but this is our best shot. The least we can do is have a little more detail on intels."

Graves gripped his own vest before clicking his tongue, "So, how do we make it inside? It's a drinking party we can't just violently get in. We need El Sin Nombre alive." Everyone gazes at each other, then slowly shifts at you munching on Mexican ghost pepper chips.

"What?" You asked with a stuffed mouth.

Alejandro let out a cheeky grin before tilting his head to Ghost, "Don't tell me." The Lt shook his head, "Dior, can you speak basic Spanish?" Ale turned to you.

"Se espanol basica? si." You raised your eyebrow at his objection. Alejandro smiled, "Rodolfo, Give her something fancy! and a party mask." He walks towards the weapon armory. "Yes, boss." Rodolfo left the room in a swift. "That'll honestly do, I'll have my men on overwatch." Graves shrugged.

"Dior, you will infiltrate inside the mansion as a prostitute," Alejandro stated from afar. "Oh, fuck yeah. my time to shine, bitch." You excitedly put the bag of chips on the table and rubbed your stained finger to the vest, unbuckling it because you're going to change clothes anyway.

"You go by car with Soap, we'll drop you off by the main entrance. my men will be there to escort you inside," He grabbed something from a compartment. "He has a green suit, yeah?" He threw a set of small earpieces towards you which you caught with your left hand. "Easy does it." You slip it inside your right ear. It was too big for your ear entrance so you just slip it slightly.

"Don't engage with any mafia, be careful with your words, your fake name is..." Alejandro paused for a moment, "Valentina." You cooed jokingly. "Sure." Your lips parted in shock, you made up that name as a joke. "Pack up, vamos!" Alejandro left to get in the garage to announce the operation.

You pouted your lip trying to think of something, but you felt a presence in your side. "prostitute?" Ghost's deep voice could never fail to startle you now. "Yea, what about it, Casper. you want a piece of my pussy?" You sneered. "Thought it belonged to the cowboy hence he made you quite loud last night." He said whispering to your ear level before leaving.

'AIN'T NO GODDAMN WAY I WAS THAT LOUD LAST NIGHT' You shot his back with a small smile, even though he didn't see it he can feel it. your eyes twitched in embarrassment and your hand turned into a fist irritatedly.

Grave's hand was about to land on you but you uncomfortably dodged him, He turned his palm into a fist and awkwardly rested it to his hips. "So, Dior the sneaky infiltration again?" He chuckles at you, "Yea." Your short remark was enough to make him accept his defeat and leave with Alejandro.

Soap catches up to you which draws back your mood, "You okay, Dior? What'd Ghost said?" His smile warms your head by little. "Oh, nothing. He's just threatening me to not fuck this up." You lied, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly.

"I think you're a great lurker," Soap said to you as you two walked together. "Well, this time I'm going undercover. I hope I didn't get carried away." You sneered at the thought of dancing on the floor in front of mafias. "Well, then don't! gather info and flee." He remarkably said.

"Easier said than done."

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You smeared your Glossier lipgloss across your lips giggling, kicking your feet, So excited about your mission. this is definitely your type of mission, you love your job, you live for this moment, and you are going to execute this with no hassle. Rodolfo definitely has a taste! he gave you a bodycon red slit dress with a long satin gloves in the same color. You look divine. (You always do)

"Excited, are you?" Soap's claim made you tilt, "Ah- Of course! Who wouldn't be?!" You grinned, "I love lurking in, pretending to be the spy girl in the mansion. I'm going to be the center of attention!" You swayed your hair.

"Yes, but you shouldn't expose your thighs too much, yeah?" Your smile drops and you look at him ferociously, "You've got exactly three seconds to take back what you say before I rip that fucking mohawk." His shoulder flinched a bit, his hand reached his pocket. "I'm so sorry, my lady I did not mean what I said earlier- Captain Price wanted me to give you this." He lends you what seems like a black belt with a knife pocket in it. "For emergency." He smiles as your eyes soften.

"My hands are full. Just put it beside me." You said reapplying a mascara. He paused for a moment before bending down to your side, You stopped whatever you were doing and watched him shift his hand to your knee and then your left thigh. the harsh surface of his gloves sharpens your breath, and the way he adjusted the belt thumps your heart harder. the way his fingers softly contact the soft flesh of your thighs turns you slightly red. He tightens the strap creating two hills between the black belt.

"That'll do." He got up and sat back to the seat.

You were stunned by the action he pulled. regaining consciousness, you pull your dress down so the strap isn't visible. "Very well, Mr. Soap. Very well," You look away at the car window watching the near-dusk scenery of Las Almas until the car stops in front of a cab.

You watched Soap exit the car and open the car door for you, lending you his hand. As you got up, he slowly held your hand escorted you to the white car, and opened the door for you again. "Stay safe, yeah?" "Thank you, Soap." You got in gracefully and stayed in the car.

As the car drove, you rested your chin on your hand looking out the window. scanning the mansion from your naked eye; there were multiple spots that were exposed to the outside. you figured your team should set up a sniper from. one of the taller buildings. seeing the tall black gate visible from the distance, you pull the party mask to your eye level, enough to give a little anonymity to your face. "I'm green." You coded to the radio. "Good, get back one piece." Ghost tuned into your earpiece.

The green-suited man has a mask covering his face like Ghost's but in grey. his eyes gave you the look before slithering his hand around your waist. As the two of you walked into the mansion and entered the elevator, his hand slipped a piece of paper into your gloves. you tapped twice at his finger as a code that you received it.

the sound of the elevator ding is heard and you walk outside toward the crowd of people. there was multiple outdoor pool with the green hills you saw when you were outside earlier. "Senora." A waiter handed you a tall drink, "Gracias." You awkwardly accept it and scooted over to the crowd light dancing.

you swayed your hips a few times and hummed to the unfamiliar lyric music blasting in a not too deafening volume. You rejected a few hands that tried to pull you. but in multiple times you gazed and one specific eyes, but you're not sure whos orbs those belong to.

A few men and woman with mask covering their faces lent you their hand but you dont plan on making any contact with those people. hence you're undercove rwith a knife up in your thighs.

In the left corner of your eye, you saw a glimps of a dark hazel orbs piercing at your shoulders like an eagle observing their prey. You tilt your head to the side slightly to see a woman few olders than you menacingly watching you from afar.

'Gyatt dayum,' you look away from her again.

You tilt your head to her again to check her out, 'Ooh she's a short hair.' you mentally giggled to yourself while pretending to look away.

You tried to steal another look of her but you've lost her. sighing in defeat, you decided to walk out of the crowd towards one of the outdoor pools. You expose yourself outside while pressing your bottom lip with the fancy glass, "All stations, I have eyes on Dior." Ghost's voice buzzed into your ear. You raised your glass to the hill where you think Ghost is and went back inside. But as you turned around, you bumped into someone and accidentally knocked your own glass to your chest, pouring the alcohol all over your torso. "Ah-"

Everyone's eyes pinned on you in an instant. "Dior, report on the situation. Why is everyone stunned?" Grave's voice echoed to your radio. "Ah, Lo siento, senoras." The woman that bumped into you walked towards you. "Dior, do you copy?" Ghost's voice gave a hint of annoyance.

"Ah, esta bien." You try to pat your soaked chest but nobody can get their eyes off you. The woman seemed irritated at the people staring at you. "Siguema." She grabbed your hand, pulling you into her close. the two of you fast walked toward a different elevator. you saw her tapping a card and pressed floor 2.

'AINT NO GODDAMN WAY SHE'S THE SAME PERSON EARLIER' you thinly smile to yourself as you stare at your arm squashed by her palm. she has a similar combat gloves as Alejandro's.

you were stunned at everything happening too fast but you tried to picture the woman that is probably helping you right now. She has cold-dark brown eyes with short black hair and a sharp eye. She wore some kind of a black turtleneck with dusty white jeans. in a few moments after staring at her, the elevator revealed the second floor. you followed her to a room with a large sofa and a few wardrobes.

"Sientate, te lo debo." She walked to one of the wardrobes and slid it open. You sat on the sofa and tried your best to gather your composure. after a few minutes, she turned to you and threw a pair of black sweater. "Pontelo. Mi agradecimiento." She stated with a slightly cold tone. You rest your palm to the folded sweater and looked at her, "que?" She crossed her arm to her chest whilst looking down on you.

"...Gracias, tu eres linda." You softly said, trying to sound convincing. You dug your head inside the sweater and poked your head out of the hole, but you see her face an inch close to yours, "I knew that you're not from around here. Who are you?" She squinted her eyes to see you. You felt caged but you need to improvise. "I'm a prostitute." You blurted out.

"What the fuck," She sneers which made something inside you twitched. "Puta prostituta." She nodded slightly at your stance. "..si?" You gave an obvious guilty smile. Out of the sudden, she slapped and grip your left thigh. You got slightly startled from her sudden action, letting out a soft moan.

She raised her eyebrow at your reaction and laughed, "Oh coño, you poor thing. Did I startled you, conejita?" She sneered at you degradingly. "I mean it's technically MY job," You gulped. "But since you gave me this sweater, maybe I'll let you have me for free?" You shot her an innocent stare. after a slight pause between the two of you, she scoffed and flashed a wicked eye.

"Who do you think am I?" She gripped your jaw to make you look closer at her. "My next." You confidently answered. "es esto lo que esperas de mi?" She poked your groin as you arched your head back. "maldita perre zorra, Es esto lo que quieres?" She knitted her eyebrow and pinched your clit through your dress. "Oh God-" "What tis your name, maldita?" She lets go of your crotch now crawling to you whilst pinning your hands beside you. one of her knee edged your clit.

"Answer me, you imbicile." She placed a pressure to your wrist and sensitive abdomen. "V-Valentina." You gasped for air. "Valentina? que interesante." She snickered. "Me pregunto si Valentina quiere que Valeria la ponga como una, puta." She whispered to your red ear and chuckled at your whinings.

You prayed to God she leave your panties alone because your undercover will be revealed. she thumped her knee multiple times into your sensitive covered sensitive entry while now devouring your neck, whispering unladylike wordd in spanish whilst her sharp long nails with coated red polish bruised your underjaw.

"Enjoyed checking me out, down there, Hm?" She shift her hand to make you face her. "Didn't expect you to look different from their papers," She smirked. "They didn't joke about sending me the best one." Your eyes widens at her remarks.

"Cuando bailas ahí atras", she impatiently flung one of your legs onto her shoulder "Me llamaste la atencion." She dug her knee even deeper into you. probably now bruising your entrance. "ahora tengo el tuyo." she smirked at the mess she making you.

The way she draws your body with her hands, shifting from your wrist to your collarbone and teasing the shape of your breasts between her sweater. you felt her hand gliding up and down motioning to memorise your body through her touch.

"tu gusta este?" She smirked in your cheeks while the tip of her thumb circled your cave slowly. you eyes rolled inside your skull, still mentally praying she didn't notice the knife strap Soap wore for you. "Make more noises, puta." Her thumb presses harder making a damp with your wetness.

Your whines turned into a moaning mess, your well-do hair is now a bird nest. She laughs at the side of your neck biting your earlobe, "Me gusta tu voz, let's take thi-"

Her words are cut off by a knocking door. "Boss, tienes una persona." a man spoke from the other side of the door making her groan. "Callate!" she shouted towards the door before grunting in annoyance, "Hey." She places her finger on your chin, "Don't think I'm done with you." She said leaving with a smile. "I'll get your contract extended."

Watching her left, "contract extended?" you quickly took out the paper that Alejandro's intel slid into your gloves. carefully reading the handwriting, it said 'segunda planta, 02 02 19' You rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper. "Very helpful, thank you."

You sat on the sofa dumbfounded with soggy panties. you looked behind you and saw a dark-tinted glass window, Without thinking twice you tapped the window and gazed around it. From up there, you saw Soap getting checked up by the guards before his head was sunk into a sack and forcefully manhandled into the mansion.

you gasped softly at the sight and tried to get into your radio. "This is Dior from the seco-" Your hand felt empty and your eyes widened after realizing your earpiece was gone. "Oh shit." You dug your whole palm inside your ear just to find it empty.

You quickly shuffled towards the door and turned the knob multiple times. just to have another realization that the door is locked from the outside. "OH SHIT." You breathed heavily and held your forehead to balance out your mind with the situation that happened. "No fucking way I'm trapped here to be a sex slave. fuck!" You walked around the room to think of a solution. "...And she DOES hiring a sex buddy. WHAT IF I GOT CAUGHT," You frustratedly run your mantled fingers across your scalp.

Let's learn how to break through your problem. You lost your earpiece, you have no contact with your teams whatsoever. Your only weapon is your knife but you can't use that yet because we don't want to break the glass with it, it'll be too noisy. You have a ticking time bomb before the REAL prostitute actually comes.

'Check the wardrobes.' The insides of your head echoed a voice in your mind.

You sprinted to one of the wooden wardrobes and furiously opened every single one of them. just to be disappointed that there are only dark-colored random clothes.

There was a military vest, few cargo pants, multiple pairs of jeans, and a hat. you took out the jeans and a few sweaters out of the wardrobe and ran back to the window, calculating the height of the building.

"This is some Rapunzel shit," you muttered whilst trying to tie the jeans and sweaters together.

Flashback

"Dior, Do you copy?" Ghost tuned into the radio watching you unfolding a scene by the pool. "Dior- bloody fucking hell." He gripped his sniper holster in annoyance, "What's wrong, Ghost?" Soap took out a telescope to see you from the distance getting dragged by a woman. "Oh yeah, that's bad."

"Did the princess drop her earpiece? Her signal seemed disconnected." Graves stared at Soap while staring at his combat tab and munching on a bread he packed himself for. "Well, that's on me. I think I gave her the wrong size." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head. "Fair blame." Ghost scoffed.

"If we decided that she's under hostage situation, I've got enough shadow to take over the whole damn country." Graves threw his wrapper off the building and walked towards the other. "I prefer if you didn't." Alejandro felt a little grudge in his tone.

Graves scoffed, "I'm just sayin, one house and a hostage wouldn't be a problem." He flexes. "We need el sin nombre and Dior alive." Alejandro knitted his eyebrow, "well... what if we meet him in person." The commander tilts to Soap.

"How?"

"Give them what they want. Dior is out of reach with no coms, but I'm sure she figured something." Graves gripped his vest. "Tell them intel, they wanna know whose here? tell 'em." Grave's expression stayed relaxed.

"In person?" Alejandro sharply stared at Graves. "Correcto." He slightly nodded. "Get one of us inside, find Dior, get to the boss, pack 'em up." He palms his knuckles. The three men paused for a few moments before Soap broke the silence.

"I'll do it."

Alejandro's eyes soften to Soap, "You go in there, they'll kill you, Hermano. we're not even sure if Dior is still alive." He slightly shook his head. "That's fine, I'll take my chances. Dior is inside, there's a possibility she's still alive. There's a missile we need to stop." Soap convinced. "I'll get inside, find Dior then offer intel to El Sin Nombre."

Ghost's sigh is heard as Soap continues. "And if they're there, we pounce." He finishes. Alejandro chuckled like a proud dad before resting his hand on Soap's shoulder. "Demonios si. tienes las pelotas es cabron."

Alejandro took off his vest, "To make it in, you'll need eyes and ears. I'll go too." He smiles. "I'll stay on overwatch again. Shadow circles the target on a helo." Ghost turns to Graves after Alejandro's decision. "Roger that."

Graves was about to reach his radio but stopped, "Oh if they want proof." He ripped off a Shadow Company badge from his vest. "Show 'em this." Soap took a good look at the ripped badge before fist-bumping Graves. "Call me when you need me." Graves walked towards the other side of the building. "Alright, let's gear up and get after it."

a little longer than a few minutes later

Soap's face was shoved into the elevator after getting questioned by El Sin Nombre. The female Sicaria leaned herself to the side of the elevator watching Soap stumbled. Diego slaps three of the buttons going from the basement to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floor. "Penthouse." He mumbles.

"Los Vaqueros is moving fast," He faced Valeria. "I'll be in the penthouse with sin nombre." She said in a cold tone whilst the sound of the elevator went up. "When do I see el sin nombre?" Soap's question made the two sicarios snickered. "Valeria is going to speak with the boss, you will wait with the others," Diego said with a hint of threat.

"I have a feeling, El Sin Nombre will be... very interested in talking to you." Valeria spat venom through her words. After a minute, the elevator dings. watching the elevator door unraveling, Soap flooded out his overthinking while it was greeted by a guard with a mask.

Soap walked out of the elevator, "This is where you wait, Soap." The mohawk slowly walks out of the elevator with a guard leaning by the side outside the lift. "Estaré en la ofrenda. No interruptan." Diego spoke coldly as the guard shoved soap against the window. "Si Señor." The guard deepen his voice as he patted Soap's body down.

"You're alive..." Alejandro's familiar voice relieves Soap's tense muscle. "Alejandro? You too mate." He muttered back. "El Sin Nombre's in the penthouse, third floor." "We'll need a keycard." Alejandro replied again.

"Diego has it." Alejandro searched his pocket. "Take this." he handed soap a throwing knife. "Sweet." Soap gladly stored it in his pocket. "This too," He handed Soap a white full head mask. "Why a mask?" Soap wore it anyway. "Some people here can't be seen with the cartel. comms are hooked in."

"Got it."

"You're good, let's head out."

Alejandro and Soap tried their best to not be seen too close together as they walked towards what seemed like a kitchen. The people on the floor have either left or somewhere else. it wasn't so crowded like earlier. "What've you got?" Ghost turned into Soap's radio. "El Sin Nombre is in the penthouse. third floor." Soap spoke softly.

"None of Dior?" Soap paused himself before answering, "Negative." Ghost's sigh is heard faintly through, Alejandro frowns at his concerns. "Don't worry. We'll give a shot on the elevator, we just need Diego's keycard." He looked around the mansion watching a few guards and a backdoor to the garage.

"Where Diego?" Ghost's shifting his sniper is heard on the radio. "Ofrenda, second floor." Soap said. "I think I know how to get to him." Soap stared at an unoccupied ladder with a few vines beside it and a vertical window. "Vamos, we'll get our hands dirty," Alejandro smirked beneath his mask.

end of flashback

You sat by the window, ripping and tying some of the clothings. you felt bad for doing this but you need to get out of there. It's been around 45 minutes since you realized your earpiece is gone. the sky has turned dark and surprisingly the music is fading. You could only hear people on a phone call or just chatting with one and another.

After finally finishing the last piece, you tied the end of the long handmade rope to the sova and walked towards the window. 'It is what it is' You pulled out your knife and broke the window by the butt side and threw the rest of the rope out of the window. As you jumped out, you were flabbergasted to see someone climbing up right beside you. he had a grey shirt, dark pants with a white robbery mask. the two of you stare at each other for a good few minutes.

"Soap?!"

"Dior?!"

'PSSAT' a bullet pierced close to the two of you. Soap drew out his gun and shot the guard right in the head. "Holy shit, what did you do?!" You gripped on your rope tighter. "No time to explain! Quick, take my hand." He lent out his hand as you grab him back. He lifted you over his shoulder and threw you to the 2nd-floor balcony on the other side of your window. "Go get cover, I'll explain later." He said grunting whilst climbing. "Solid copy."

You sprinted into the building facing guard, "Hold this!" You slashed their throat by throwing your knife through their jugular vein as they dropped to the ground with a seizure. You slide on your knees to take your knife back, "Ay, 'm takin this back. thank you!" You got on your feet and ran again. the sound of alarm blaring through the hallways eeried your ears.

You stumbled across a closet and pulled it open to see a medium-sized safebox, "Let's see what you're worth." You put in the code from Alejandro's intel, As it clicks open, a few papers fly out and you grit your teeth in annoyance.

"A fucking shotgun..."

"A fucking shotgun."

You jerked your head back to see Soap leaning into the content and cluck the close-range weapon to himself. "Dior, you want my USP instead?" He offered his gun. You took it and checked the mag to see it's barely used. "Fair offer."

The two of you walked towards another balcony to get on top of the rooftop. But unfortunately, there were several guards on watchout. You peeked and threw the knife at one of the guards, jumping over to get inside and shoot the remaining guards. Soap struggled to hop inside the top with his shotgun which resulted in you getting harmed fighting alone.

"Argh-" You shot a guard's knee before kicking him down with your heels. Another guard aimed their gun at you but their head explodes from a sniper. You looked up towards another building a few miles away to see a reflection of a light showing Ghost on overwatch. "Fuck, I'm sorry. You okay?" Soap got to your side. "Just a gash, let's go." You ignored your bleeding arm and quickly caught up to Alejandro.

"Dior."

"Ale-"

"Soap!"

The three of you looked at each other before Alejandro pointed at a certain chimney. "Elevator this way, we have no time left." Soap and Alejandro sprinted towards the ladder as you tried to catch up. You grunted in pain holding your left arm that spilled out blood.

Soap jumps inside to get on the top of the elevator as Alejandro realizes you're not there. He looked down to see you holding your arm in pain, "Cariño, estás bien?" He shouted from the top. You waved your hand away at him "Go without me!"

He furrows his eyebrow and tries to lend his hand to you, "It's too dangerous!" You shook your head, "Go get El Sin Nombre, I'll be fine I promise you!" He paused for a moment looking through your eyes before deciding to leave with Soap. you sighed in relief and went the other way.

You swore you saw something when you opened that safe. The papers that flew out weren't just ordinary papers, You tried to navigate yourself back to the 2nd floor. You saw multiple guards coming but you hid and shot them from behind counters.

outruning them from the hallways, you hid yourself inside the same closet earlier. You sat and took all of the papers trying to read it in thin light. But out of a sudden, you feel a breeze from your side from the guards opening your closet door with a rifle in his hand. you screamed in fear but he dropped to the ground in an instant. Your pupils dilate at the sight of one of the words in those papers as it flutters in the air shifting away from you.

'duties signed under Ma-'

Your gaze was locked on a shadow with a handgun in his hand as he lent you his hand again, "Dior, right? we caught El Sin Nombre. Let's go!" You tried to get up but the pain in your arm stopped you and made you drop the papers down. "Shit okay-"

He picked you up by the waist and carried you, "I'm sorry," he mutters softly.

#mw2 #modern warfare 2 #task force 141 #captain price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #call of duty mwii #alejandro vargas x reader #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #cod fanfic

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Kinktober Day 1; First Time

a/n; hi I’m dee, welcome to my first ever kinktober lmfao (pls dont grill me, I’m trying my best haha)

the prompt for day 1 is ‘first time’ and I’m really loving dbf!joel so thats basically what i wrote lol. this is in a universe when the outbreak doesn’t happen bc I’m not writing angst (yet lol) and also, lets be real, you n me probably wouldnt survive an apocalypse…

anyway!!! pls enjoy n feel free to leave constructive criticism <3 I’m always trying to improve hehe

ps: I’m only posting these because jenni gave me $10 and I’m very easily influenced lol

God damn Joel Miller and his beautiful face.

He doesn’t say anything though, he just bends down to you again and captures your lips in an intoxicating kiss, this time not holding himself back as his hands roam your body.

Warm hands draw senseless lines along your hips and back, curling around your shoulders before travelling back down to gently grab your waist. You moan into his mouth and grind into his hips.

Despite his cool demeanour, you feel his hands tighten ever so slightly on your waist.

As you pull away to point this out, he decides this would be a perfect time to push his knee between your thighs and pull your pants down ever so slightly so he can draw more senseless patterns across your waist.

Instead of muttering a witty comment, your brain short circuits at the new sensations and you grab onto his shoulders and whimper quietly.

If Joel’s groan is any indication, you think he likes your reaction.

♡︎ ♡︎

Joel Miller. Your dad’s best friend since before you were even thought of. The man who taught you how to fish. The man who helped you pass 9th grade math. The man currently sitting in your kitchen drinking a beer and smiling at you with that lopsided smirk and those crinkled eyes.

The man you can’t seem to take your eyes off of.

You smile softly back before his eyes wander off again and you try to regulate yourself, reminding your thoughts that he’s minimum twice your age.

You shake your head a little, turning to grab some finger food that your dad had scattered through the kitchen to “celebrate the favourite child coming back for the summer”.

You weren’t really the favourite, your brother was, but your dad did the same thing for him and your mom had always told him off for picking favourites so he did the same for you.

Speak of the devil, your brother rounds the corner and snags your plate before you can even think of telling him to piss off and mooch off of someone else for a change.

“Thanks, piggy.” Is all Damien says as he meanders outside and greets the other guests. You sigh and grab another paper plate, grabbing some other things.

“What’s that about, kid?” You jump at Joel’s voice, having completely forgot about his existence during the interaction.

“Dames’ just a scab, always steals something when he’s here.” You try to sound disinterested but Damien is a professional at getting under your skin and sinking his disgusting little scabby hands in there.

“Should tell him off for that. Not nice ‘n’ shit.” This time the comment is directed to your father, you think, when you hear said man snort and sigh.

“He’s jus’ playin’, it ain’t anything big ain’t it?” You turn around and agree, not having the will to fight the losing battle against your father anymore.

“At leas’ tell him to get his own or something-“ Joel is cut off with a wave of your father’s hand, a common gesture when he’s getting annoyed.

“Fine. Not anythin’ I can do, though.” Joel snorts as the older man grumbles his way outside, making his way to his son and beginning to “scold” the man-baby.

You smile your thanks to Joel, who just returns it and gestures vaguely to the seat next to him at the kitchen bench.

Joel always looks out for you, after all he has Sarah and knows that your dad tends to be a bit misogynistic at times. He’s always been protective and understanding when you’d come crying to him and Sarah at early hours of the morning, always there to offer a cup of hot chocolate.

“Thanks, Joel.” Is all you can muster as you reminisce. He huffs a sound you take as agreement and finally sit yourself down next to him.

“‘course, kid.” Joel says into his tiny sandwich, a hint of a grin dancing on his lips. A dramatic heave leaves your lips at the word “kid” before you can stop yourself. The second you realise, though, you cover your mouth and laugh a little.

It’s always been a pet peeve of your’s, being called “kid”. Even though, to Joel, you were, it still bugged you a little.

“What? I say somethin’ funny?” Joel laughed dryly, turning to look at you and you sputter for a second when the sun hits his face just right and he just looks so beautiful and god would he just shut up!

“Is it ‘cause I said kid? Y’know you are jus’ a kid, yeah?” Now it’s your turn to laugh dryly. You ignore the comment and turn back to your food. You aren’t a kid!! You’re in college!! You can legally drink (in other countries).

Joel laughs it off and turns back to his plate when you suddenly have the perfect idea to show him you aren’t “just a kid”.

Does it involve a bit of moving and showing off your ass? Maybe. But you’ve worked hard on your ass on the gym, maybe it was time someone finally appreciated it.

That’s when your cue falls, literally. Joel drops his fork and you take your chance.

“I’ll get it!” You say it a little too enthusiasticly but you really couldn’t care less because the look on his face when you bend down and show off everything your mama (and those damned squats) gave you, is worth everything in the world.

“Feelin’ a little clumsy today, Joel?” It’s cheesy and later you throw your head back and forth to cringe but in the moment it makes Joel’s face go a shade of red and it makes your heart swell.

“Yep.” Is all he can force out as you sit back down and grin to yourself. Perfect plan is in action. Absolutely no flaws. Except you are so horribly and terribly wrong.

You get up to wash your’s and Joel dishes a little while later, leaning on the bench in just the right way to show off your ass while not being too obvious when Joel pushes his way into your personal space.

“Can I help you-“ The question get cut off quickly when you feel something very warm and very hard pressing to your side. Crimson paints your cheeks when you realise it’s his cock straining against his jeans.

Joel doesn’t say anything, he just lightly pushes you so he can face you properly. He gives a quick scan, making sure everybody is busy before leaning into your neck and whispering in your ear, “What was that, kid?”.

“I’m not “just a kid”.” You mimic his previous sentence. You meant for it to sound more powerful and assertive but it tumbled past your lips before you could put any oomph behind it.

Joel shakes his head, stepping closer if that’s even possible and traps you between him and the hard wall behind you that you only just noticed.

The wall seems to slip your mind, though, as Joel cages you in with an arm to the wall.

“Can see that now. Do you usually bend over like that in front of boys or is that jus’ a “me thing”?” He emphasises the words and watches your face closely as you fumble around in your brain for a response.

“It’s just a you thing… I promise.” You mutter. He seems satisfied with your answer because he brings a hand to your chin and gently lifts your face to look at him properly.

“Good. You don’ mind if I kiss you then, do ya?” His question darkens the blush on your cheeks but you can’t answer when his damn hand is burning your face like that and when his chest is so close to your’s and when-

“Asked a question, doll.” Is all he says before you’re grabbing his shirt and kissing him as hard as you can and moaning softly into his mouth.

If the motion took him by surprise he doesn’t show it, letting you kiss him and slowly exploring your body with his calloused hands. He pulls away for a second to look around before diving back in.

You gasp when he properly pulls away, taking a step back and grabbing your wrist softly.

“Can’t do this here, doll. Cm’here.” Before you know it he’s dragging you into the bathroom and locking the door behind you both. A smile cracks on your face as you watch him and the way his body moves.

“This ain’t smart. Y’know that, yeah?” He sounds a little worried, and you know why. Your dad has never been too big on you dating boys, let alone an older man, let alone his best friend. You nod, looking deep into his eyes to show you’re sure.

He nods as well before grabbing your waist and picking up where he left off. In the kitchen, you had just been kissing with closed mouths, soft but with a hint of hunger, but now that you were alone, Joel was lightly prodding his tongue into your mouth and you felt blood rushing to your lower belly.

Would this be a good time to tell him you’re a virgin?

You let him explore your mouth, trying your best to follow his lead but failing miserably. You know this because when he pulls away he looks confused.

“I’ve never- I mean I’ve kissed boys before but not- not like- well you know it’s all-“ Joel cuts off your rambling with a snort, shaking his head a little before turning back to you.

“Oh darlin’, am I your first? Fuck.” The stress in his voice is faint but it’s there, hiding behind those perfect teeth and a pang of guilt pummels through your body.

“We still can but I know it’s um… I mean- I know what I’m doing! Just never gotten the chance…” You trail off the end of your sentence. You get the feeling Joel doesn’t really care. But he lifts your head to look at him once again and that feeling dissipates into warmth in your belly.

“Don’ care what ya have ‘n’ haven’t done. Do ya want to now? With me?” He sounds almost like he’s insecure, you think. Like he’s suddenly realized how this would be your first time, and it would be with someone like him.

But that doesn’t bother you at all, in fact you prefer it this way. Being with someone you trust and find to be quite charming. It gives you butterflies to even think about it.

“Yes. Of course I do, Joel! Why would I have kissed you otherwise?” You both laugh softly, letting the awkwardness fizzle away.

“Jus’ thought you’d want someone more, y’know,” he gestures vaguely up and down your body, “your age.” You snort in response before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“They don’t know what they’re doing. Neither do I but, I want someone who can teach me, not someone who has to learn with me, you know?” His eyes crinkle as he smiles a little wider, making your heart swell and heat rush to your lower body once more.

God damn Joel Miller and his beautiful face.

He doesn’t say anything though, he just bends down to you again and captures your lips in an intoxicating kiss, this time not holding himself back as his hands roam your body.

Warm hands draw meaningless lines along your hips and back, curling around your shoulders before travelling back down to gently grab your waist. You moan into his mouth and grind into his hips.

Despite his cool demeanour, you feel his hands tighten ever so slightly on your waist, and you smile to yourself.

Instead of muttering a witty comment, your brain short circuits at the new sensations and you grab onto his shoulders and whimper quietly.

If Joel’s groan is any indication, you think he likes your reaction.

“So pretty, baby.” It’s only three words. Words you hear seperately almost every day. Yet when he tips his head to your ear to whisper them as his hand inches lower in your panties, you feel your muscles clench and butterflies fill your stomach.

Joel leaves an open-mouthed kiss right below your ear as his hand finally makes contact with your cunt and you can’t help but bury your head into his shoulder and cry out.

You’ve touched yourself plenty of times, but the way he’s building you up makes his touch feel electric, and the way he’s circling your clit so softly is giving you a sudden urge to bite his head off so he’ll do what you want him to.

The thought soon simmers down as he starts sucking a hickey into your neck and his fingers dance delightfully around your entrance.

A muffled, “Joel, please,” falls past your lips and into his flannel. He begins his gentle, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw again at your words. He doesn’t let up on your cunt, though.

“You feel good, doll?” His accent is getting thicker, you notice, and it fuels the fire in your belly. You nod enthusiastically and you see the hint of a smirk dance on his lips.

All he does, though, is continue his light touch around your clit and entrance. You groan in annoyance and watch his mouth curl into a full smirk.

“You enjoy this don’ ya?! You’re evil, Joel!” He just laughs at your accusation, his fingers still just sort of satisfying. You groan again and decide you’ve had enough of his teasing.

You angle your hips just a little when he starts circling your hole again and sigh contently when you feel one of his fingers finally push into you.

Once again, Joel’s face stays the same, but you can feel his surprise on your thigh, a small twitch of his cock. He must be bored of his teasing because he follows your lead and starts pumping his finger into you.

You moan and feel yourself clench around his finger, effectively pulling a soft groan from Joel’s lips.

“Fuck me, Joel. Stop teasing and please fuck me.” You plead with him, and smile widely when he pulls his hand from your panties.

You smile to yourself, both of you are too impatient to play games with each other.

Joel squats and pulls your shorts and panties down with him, helping you step out of them. He stares up at you, the way his eyes bore into you like you’re his sole purpose in life almost makes you forget where you are and what you’re doing.

You don’t miss him stuffing your panties into his back pocket, though.

“You have to give those back to me, they’re one of my good pairs- oof!” He stands to his full height before you can protest any more and roughly kisses you once again.

You smile into the kiss, enjoying his change from ‘cool, calm, and collected Joel who builds things’ to ‘horny, desperate, Mr. Miller who steal panties’.

Before you can say any of this, though, Joel is picking you up and wrapping your thighs around his waist. The feeling of his tattered jeans under the skin of your thighs sends a shiver up your spine.

Joel fiddles around and ends up holding you up with one hand. If you weren’t hot and bothered before, you definitely are now.

“That’s hot.” Is all you can muster, his attractiveness is fogging your brain so you don’t immediately register his laugh. Or the distinct clink of his belt being undone. Or his grunt when he bends slightly so he can pull down his boxers. But you do feel when his cock nudges at your entrance and you fight the urge to moan at just the thought.

“You’re sure about this? Ya really want-“ You groan at his question and cut him off by sinking down onto his cock. You don’t get far though.

Usually when you touch yourself, you only use two fingers and that seems to suffice.

You failed to take this into account when attempting to sit on his cock.

He’s much bigger than your two fingers you’re used to so you only get about an inch in before you whine in pain and regret trying to rush things.

“‘m not stretched ‘nough.” You say through your teeth, whimpering softly while you adjust to his size.

“Darlin’, you should’ve let me do this bit, hm? ‘re you alright?” Concern is etched deep into his features as he asks you and you feel your heart swell again.

“‘m fine. Jus’ gimme a minute.” He nods quickly and lets you settle yourself.

After a few beats you test the waters and sink yourself down a little further.

The stretch of him burns still, but it subsides much quicker and you moan in spite of yourself.

“Feels good. Don’ hurt as much.” You slur, gripping his shoulders a little tighter as you inch yourself a little bit lower.

He rubs your skin and mumbles sweet nothings as you slowly, slowly, push yourself further onto his cock until finally you’re seated flush against his hips.

You sit there for a while, allowing everything to adjust. The pain gradually blossoms into pleasure and before you know it, you’re pulling yourself up and pushing yourself back down.

You both moan in relief and you stare into his eyes to ground yourself.

His eyes crinkle in the way you love best as he smiles at you. He’s so fucking gorgeous.

“You feel fuckin’ amazin’, doll. Wanna give me a go?” His smile is soft and you trust him so you nod, relaxing into him as he readjusts his grip on your ass.

He gives an experimental thrust, watching your face as your eyes roll back and you open your mouth slightly to let out a small sound.

“Feel good, doll?” He sounds genuinely curious so you force your jumbled thoughts into a half-coherent, “myeah..”. He hums in approval before fucking up into you in a consistent rhythm.

He fucks you nice and deep, reaching places you’ve never reached with your fingers. You try to voice this but it only comes out as blabbered praise of his cock.

He slows down (barely) for just a second to whisper, “shhh. Gotta be quiet, hey? Don’ want anyone to walk in on this.” and pushes your hair back delicately as if he’s not rearranging your organs in your guest bathroom.

You agree, though, and close your mouth to try and keep your moans in. Joel hums approval once again, adjusting his hips slightly so he hits that spot deep inside you. Your bulletproof plan of ‘maybe if I close my mouth I won’t alert everyone that I’m currently having sex with a man the age of my father’ immediately crumbles when he repeatedly hits your g-spot and draws stars into your vision.

He’s quick to shut you up, though, wrapping his hand tightly over your mouth without missing a beat. You make a mental note to tell him that the way he treats you like you weigh nothing is definitely the hottest thing ever.

You want to tell him now but there’s some things preventing that, like his cock in your cunt, and his hand on your mouth, and the fact that everytime you breathe, all you can smell is him and it sends you over the edge.

His smell - sandalwood, you think. probably a cologne that someone got him as an afterthought - encompassing your every thought is all you can think about as your orgasm hits you.

Your muscles squeeze his cock and you can hear his groan in response.

He fucks you through your orgasm, much slower and much more deliberate than just a minute ago, and stops once he sees you calming down.

He sets you down softly, but keeps holding you up when you almost fall to the ground immediately. You’re busy trying to keep yourself from folding in on yourself that you dont notice the cum staining your leg, nor do you notice Joel staring at it and blushing profusely.

“That was.. wow.” You finally manage to hold yourself up and look into Joel’s eyes, smiling brightly. He returns the smile but only breifly because he’s once again leaning down to kiss your lips.

Although, this kiss is gentle, no hunger or lust overpowering the kiss. It’s innocent and warm and it makes your heart melt.

“Did ya enjoy yourself, doll?” He’s smirking so you know that he knows exactly what you’re going to say, even before you can think about a response.

“Yes. Definitely. Please do that again.” He laughs softly, grabbing your long forgotten shorts and handing them to you.

“Of course, sweetheart. Anythin’ you want. But we gotta, y’know.” He gestures vaguely to the bathroom door and you finally notice the broken lock and the gaps between the door frame.

“Did anyone hear?! Shit! I’m so sorry Joel-“ He cuts you off with a snort and pulls the door closer to him.

The gaps disappear when he does and you blush, realising he had held the door closed the entire time.

“S’alright, we jus’ gotta be more careful if we make this a uh, a thing, y’know?” He lets go of the handle and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

You button up your shorts and look up at his face, watching his eyes stare anywhere but at you and taking note of the red dusting his cheeks.

You giggle quietly and kiss his cheek as you wiggle past him towards the door.

“I don’t usually let boys fuck me stupid and then never let them do it again. Text me tomorrow, I need help finding a summer job.” Your confidence even surprises you as you walk out of the small bathroom and make your way back outside.

You greet some guests, faking laughs and making small talk when you finally catch Damien and steal your food back. He groans and you just flip him off, walking over to the bench near the barbeque and sit down.

This is the point in time when you remember Joel Miller still has your panties shoved deep inside his jeans.

Your face flushes pink and your eyes scan the yard, finally landing on brown eyes that stare back at you.

He smirks and waves politely before turning and talking to someone.

You can see the corner of your panties sticking out of his back pocket and curse anyone and everything you can think of.

All you can think about is tomorrow and how you’re going to ride that man until-

“Dad says it’s my food. Give it back.” -and you’ve given up on trying to enjoy the party.

Fuck Joel Miller.

Literally.

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And She Was a Goddess (Steve Rogers x f!reader)

[Warning: body image issues; mentions of abuse and if you squint, manipulation; insecure reader; nudity; light innuendo at the end. Lemme know if I missed a warning]

Summary: Some conversation between you and Steve led to him setting up his canvas to draw you naked, but somehow you can't seem to find the perfect pose. Turns out, that's not where the problem lies.

"You know what's messing with us?" Steve peeked at you from above the straight line of the canvas. You had been shifting around for fifteen minutes trying to get comfortable, you both knew it wasn't exactly working.

"What?"

"You're tense. Nervous."

You nodded slowly.

"Okay," his frame appeared beside yours swiftly as he took one of your hands, your bodies touching nowhere else. "It's okay to be tense. Can you tell me exactly what's making you tense?" he asked gently, soothing your nerves with every caress of his voice in the quiet night.

You thought hard for a while, trying to zone into specific parts of your worry. "It's my first time being naked in front of anyone."

"Alright, that's understandable. We can take all the time for you to feel easy right now. We have all night. You have to trust me. And trust yourself."

"I'm worried that…" You hesitated, then changed your words before they came out, "that the painting won't come out right." Your eyes widened as you realised what you were implying. "Not that I'm saying that you can't-"

"Calm down," he chuckled, the melodic sound taking you to heaven, "I know what you mean. Listen, if it doesn't go the way we thought, there's always more paint and paper. And the rest of the weekend. We'll figure it out."

"I'm thinking…I don't make a beautiful muse." You whispered so quietly he would have missed it if not for his super soldier hearing.

He looked into your eyes and then looked around the room, gaze settling on the full length mirror. "Come here," he tugged you to your feet effortlessly, "You see that thing?"

"Yes, why?"

"I want you to go stand in front of it. Facing the glass."

The soft but dominant tone of his voice had you nearly buckling at the knees. He had a way of bringing out the submission in you that you didn't even know existed. The submission you were delighted to have found. You had finally brought yourself to trust him with your life and heart. As a child, you always had to look out for yourself, running from your abusive family, running from a malicious neighbourhood; as a teen, from people who only wanted to use you for everything you could offer.

Being able to give everything up to this man, to completely surrender to him and let him control the decisions for even a brief period of time was freeing for you, ironically. Not having to decide meant not having to worry. That you were safe with him. Sheltered.

So when he responded to your confused glance with a gentle push in the direction of the mirror, you obeyed him without asking any questions, terrified as you were of the reflection surely awaiting your insecure gaze.

Looking at the woman who stared back at you, you couldn't help but point out to yourself just how badly made she was. How was that beautiful?? How could anybody want that basic looking creature? Want to hold that anything but shapely body? How could someone look at her-

"Now," Steve all but jumpscared you as his face appeared right next to yours, nuzzled close to your ear. A perfect face, you thought. Blessed with hair like fields of corn. Crystal eyes like an ocean in bright summer. Lips like rose petals blown apart. Sharp lines of facial structure that, along with umpteen other gifts of his, had cut through your walls as easily as a knife through water. Dimples whenever he graced you with a flash of shining pearls.

Handsome. Beautiful.

Wanted.

"Now," You were jerked out of your thoughts by the deep timbre, "I want you to look at yourself very carefully, pinpoint exactly which things you think make you anything less than beautiful."

You stared for a while. This was hard for you to do. You had never really focused on a certain part of yourself; you just kept telling yourself that you were unattractive in general.

"I have thick thighs."

"Not really you don't. They look perfect. Here," he raised your arms a little and placed his hands under them, "see this beautiful curve that starts here and runs all the way down…" he ran his hands down your sides, over your hips and further below until they rested on the sides of your thighs, "…to here? Your thighs complete that curve. It's absolutely mesmerising how well shaped you are." Looking at yourself, you found the curve he was talking about. You thought it wasn't so bad. You didn't really get his enthusiasm but whatever, you'd play along.

"Okay," You whispered, moving to get back to the couch.

"We're not done," he held your arms and kept you facing the glass, "You're gonna show me every single thing that's been eating at you. We're ending this tonight itself."

"My nose-"

"Is adorable. You're funny, sweet and kind and your face looks just like that. Your nose too. It's-"

"Blunt." You raised an eyebrow.

"Cute." He stressed. "It's perfect."

Sighing, you turned back to finish your assessment; knowing Steve, he most certainly wasn't gonna let this go unless he was sure you were done. And you wanted to see the painting that hadn't even started yet.

"I'm fat." You breathed out nonchalantly, feeling ready to cry inside.

"Seriously?"

"Look at me Steve, look at all that fucking belly fat," You snapped. You had had enough of this and truth be told, you didn't even want him to paint you anymore, naked or otherwise. Not tonight. You were contemplating sleeping on the couch but Steve would probably just carry you back to bed with him. And while you really wanted to be left alone, you also didn't want him out of the house.

Your anger, which had started to simmer, sizzled again at the sound of a laugh. A lighthearted, breathy laugh that cut through the silence just like his shield did. You looked up incredulously and glared at him, your back now to the mirror.

"You've seen Greek sculptures, right?"

"The fuck - yeah, I have of course, why?"

"Have you ever seen Aphrodite?"

"I…don't think so."

"She has belly rolls too. Did you know that?"

"You're bluffing."

He walked over to the coffee table to pick up his phone. Normally Steve Rogers absolutely wouldn't rely on that stupid rectangular thing for a picture, but his Greek and Roman art scrapbook was at his apartment, so he had to.

Pulling out a photo of the sculpture he wanted to show you, he returned to you, turning his screen so you could see for yourself that he was not, in fact, bluffing. There were multiple sculptures of her, showing exactly what he was trying to tell you.

"Whoa."

"She was a goddess, darling. And to me, so are you. You're my goddess," he held your hands and kissed your knuckles, devotion and admiration bleeding out through every single one of his actions and words.

Your lips split apart and curved upwards after what felt like forever.

"Do you get how beautiful you are now?" He huskily asked you.

"I'm getting there," you answered in all honesty.

"Good," he kissed your lips lightly before asking, "ready to be my muse again?"

"Let's do this," you grinned.

You didn't get to put your clothes on again until next morning - Steve had more ways of admiring you than you thought, more physical ways. The painting? Well, it took way longer than that to finish. And when it was, you knew exactly how he viewed you. He had depicted you exactly as he saw you, and if that was the image of you in his mind, you didn't really care what anyone else thought, even yourself.

[Self-indulgent much, Sapphire?

Yes, pretty much so.]

@royalwriteroftheuniverse @peace-love-fanfiction @nana1000night @sarahrogersevans @wolphfeather @hawkeyes-queen @simpforsupersoldiers @jesevans @almosttoopizza @mainly-marvel @icantthinkofanyoneelseimsosorry

#steve rogers #steve rogers x f!reader #Insecure!reader #chris evans characters #chris evans fanfiction #I wrote half of this then my brain turned off and I fell asleep #When I woke up I had lost the flow #Finished it two days later and I'm still sleep-deprived #Anyway look who wrote stuff again

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Pairing: Eddie Brock / Venom x Bodyguard! Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of a stalker,

Words: 1.8k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“Alright so here’s the basics: This is going to be a tandem interview, so there will be questions directed to both of you and separately, there’s also some talk of there possibly being a point where we go through your daily routine for either a day or a week but we really don’t know the full details about that yet..” Eddie told me as he walked in, a notepad and coffee in his hands and some paper tucked under his arm.

“I’ve heard about that, I know Jenny would be okay with it, depending on the day...or the week. It varies fairly often, especially with fashion week coming up.” I replied, sipping the cup of coffee Jenny had got for me once I was inside and had sat down with her.

“Now that everyone is finally here, I believe we can start the interview now.” The director, whose name I believe was Matthew, said as he gave an annoyed glare to Eddie.

“Do you know if they actually decided on anything as far as the routine goes? I know this isn’t typically a fashion magazine, but I think winning that award last month might have something to do with it.” Jenny whispered as she leaned my direction, still looking at the camera and the crew.

There wasn’t going to be anyone in the spotlight besides us, and apparently we were going to be drawing random interview questions from a jar, like something they do off of buzzfeed.

“Not that I’m aware of, I think they’re going to see the reaction this interview gets then they’ll go from there.” I replied, gazing around the room.

“Alright, we start filming in three..two..one..and we’re live!” the direction shouted.

“Hi, my name is Jenny Lemon, and this is my best friend as well as my literal bodyguard, (F/N) (L/N), and I guess we’re going to be doing a live interview today!” Jenny’s bright voice carried through the room and the director gave us a thumbs up, motioning on for the rest of the introduction and the questions.

First it was the really simple ones, ‘How did you two meet?’ ‘How did both of your careers start?’ and then dove more into the modeling side for Jenny, which she happily answered. I knew there was going to be some questions directed towards me, but I felt that it mostly was just going to be about how she got to where she was, and the basics of what I do.

I was, however, not expecting that after half an hour of questioning her that it was my turn to be interrogated.

“So, Miss (L/N), let’s talk about you now!” Eddie said as he dragged a chair into frame, sitting next to me holding his notepad and pen, giving me a grin I couldn’t help but to return.

“What’s it like to be your best friend's actual bodyguard? It has to be a bit weird, but I imagine it comes naturally to you now as it did before her career - and yours - really took off. “ he started.

“Well actually..” I started.

Just a couple questions about the basics of it, how I became her bodyguard, the training I had to go through, mostly about how it’s changed as she rose upwards in fame. When she started gaining more attention, so did I. After a while I ended up getting modeling offers, some with her, some different. I also ended up getting stories and reports done about me and my work, how exactly to be a bodyguard, the training, what I do daily to make sure she’s safe, about who trained me, etc…

There’s definitely been some offers for me to work for other people, or to train other people, but in the end I always turned them down. She’s my best friend, I’m not going to leave her for some bozo’s son who has anger issues and drinks too much.

“Are there any stories about how you have had to protect her from other people or crazy fans?” He asked.

I sighed and looked over to Jenny, who nodded to me as she sipped her apple juice.

“Last year there was this man who thought that Jenny was the perfect...wife for him, and he wanted to take her for himself. You’ve probably seen the story about how he was arrested, but as far as I know, no one really knows what happened that night besides her, him, and I.’

Him, as well as the other reporters turned their full interest upon me, now completely focused upon my story.

“We were going out shopping, hitting up Starbucks and Target, all the usual shops, when I noticed a man following us. Along with several other men. They were at every store we went to, and if not inside, waiting outside. After two or three shops I got suspicious, and ended up talking alternate paths through the city to get to places. Not the type of typical paths either.”

“Just to add in, whenever I’m out and don’t want to get noticed, I dress differently. I’m talking about different makeup, different hair styles, clothing, and the works. And I don’t really need anyone besides (F/N) there with me, because I know she can handle almost everything.” Jenny cut in

I nodded and continued. “I told her about it, and we decided on one more shop then take a different path home, and if on the way home they still were following us, then we would make them lose our trail and get ahold of authorities. Walking around the last shop, he came pretty close to us, enough to where I was reaching for my weapons. He stopped once he saw was I was doing, smiled at her and I, and backed away. I didn’t see him after that, so I thought that was the end of it. We headed back home, thinking he was gone and got scared off..but I knew that smile meant trouble.”

I took a breath, and shifted in my seat before I finished the rest. “He ended up breaking in later that night, thankfully both of us were in the kitchen, and I managed to get her out of the mansion before calling the police, but I stayed to make sure he didn’t leave. He got into her room and was looking around in her things, but stopped once he saw me. A conversation which consisted of mostly cuss words from my end, and him repeatedly telling me that she was going to be his wife, whether I liked it or not. He had chosen her, so it was going to be her. The police got there just before it got physical, and he went peacefully with them. He did say to me that he would be back, and I told him I had a bullet with his name on it if he did.” I finished, sipping my coffee and glancing around the room.

“And this man, do you know if he is still in prison?” one of the other reporters asked me.

Both Jenny and I looked at each other. “No, we don’t know.” I replied.

“That sounds hectic.” Eddie said, scribbling down some more notes.

“Alright, and just to wrap it up, we’re going to be doing a special piece on the daily lives of these two! The model and the bodyguard! That’s all for now, folks. Cut!” the director said as he came up behind us, setting a hand on each of our shoulders and smiling at the camera. Another fake smile from both of us, and then we got up.

I pulled Jenny to the side. “We didn’t agree to that daily life thing, did we?” I asked her.

“No, we didn’t. And since it’s live, we can’t exactly take it back now either..”

“Fucking directors. Fucking media..that isn’t right.”

“We can argue to get paid for it. They would be coming onto our property anyway, so if they didn’t pay, we could argue for trespassing.”

“Right, but how would that look to the media?”

She sighed, rubbing her forehead and closing her eyes. “And this is why I hate fame sometimes.”

“It’s a love hate relationship, Jen.”

“Ah! Ladies!” The director waved us over, talking with a small group of people. “We were just wondering what day next week would you like for us to be over?” he asked.

Both she and I faked a smile, and she responded with next tuesday.

“We should be heading home, we need to prepare some for the other shoots we have today.” I lied to him, shaking his hand. Bastard.

“Oh, I was hoping you’d stay for an extended written interview.” he pushed.

“We’re pressed with time, so unfortunately I’ll have to decline the offer. Thank you though.” I replied.

I nodded to him and after making sure we had everything, I went over to the scruffy reporter before we left the room.

He glanced up at me, smiling as he leaned back in the chair.

“So, The Model and the Bodyguard huh? That’s a pretty catchy name.” he said.

I shrugged. “Not the best, but not the worst. Rating of a seven on a one to ten scale for me.” I sighed, finishing my coffee.

He nodded. “I was asked to interview you next week, just you personally apparently. I guess they want me doing a special on just you, then there’s someone doing a special on Jenny, but there’s also talk of doing another daily with both of you.”

“Sounds like we’ll be pretty busy next week then.”

He nodded. “Anyway, is there any way I could get your phone number? Work number would be fine, I know you don’t want to give out your personal information to a random stranger, let alone a reporter.”

I could feel the small guilt trip, and the whole ‘you can trust me’ and to be truthful, I wanted to, but also, he’s a reporter. So yeah, work phone.

I took out one of the business cards I had on me and handed it to him. “Oh wow, a business card. Talk about fancy..” he muttered as he typed the number in his phone.

“Alright well, we need to head out. So I’ll talk, or see you later.” I told him.

“Yeah, see ya around bodyguard.” he said with a smile, giving me a small salute as I started walking away. I tossed my empty coffee cup as I met Jenny at the door of the office and we headed out, both of us talking about the interview and the rest of the day.

“Did you hear what one of the reporters said? She literally called you cold and heartless.” Jenny told me as we got into the elevator. I put a hand on my chest and faked exasperation.

“Me? Heartless? How dare they!” I mocked, throwing my hand over my forehead and sighing.

Jenny chuckled as she pushed the first floor elevator button. “So dramatic”

“More than you sometimes.”

“Hey!”

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