#he be like hell no yes i am the fuck you talkin about
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No you’re all wrong,
the funniest part of the Percy Jackson show is that Nico in the books went “You’re not my type” and show Percy did a full ass 180 and now looks exactly like Will did in the books
like….
spot the difference
you can’t
it would be even funnier if Will was cast to look like book Percy
comedic gold right there fellas
#percy jackson#will solace#nico de angelo#spot the difference#they’re literally identical#the same person#the wavy blonde hair#the green flannel#insane#bro did not take that lightly#he be like hell no yes i am the fuck you talkin about#it’s gonna be so funny when we watch Nico tell Percy he’s not his type when he looks exactly like Will did in the books#and then after walk away with a book percy lookalike#it doesn’t get better than that#solangelo
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heyy! i love your writing sm‼️🫶
i have a request for jude x singer!reader with sabrina carpenter as the fc?? reader writing nonsense about jude and bonus if she dedicates one of her nonsense outros to him while he’s in the crowd (if yk about sabrina’s nonsense outros)
thank youu! ❤️❤️
nonsense. jude bellingham.
summary — fans suspect something between you and jude, so you confirm it in your signature outro at a concert
note — thank u sm love!! sorry im so late to making this, but hopefully it turned out good. i literally love sabrina sm
warnings — none i can think of, just lots of suggestive jokes
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y/nsusername
y/nsusername: tour is back 🩷 see u tn madrid!
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username: mother
username: THE OUTFIT OMG
username: nonsense outros r back😻😻
yourfriend: hottie
username: my gf who isnt my gf but is my gf
gracieabrams: stunning
y/nsusername
y/nsusername: next stop: paris
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username: barking
username: SEE U SOON🤗🤗
username: jude liked girl.
username: yes!! ignore the jude allegations!!
— username: LMFAOO
username: jealous of jude
username: JUDE AND TRENT LIKED
— username: TRENT?! HELLO
username: marry me pls
username: if jude shows up tn i will scream
username: who tf is jude and why is he w my gf
— username: some famous football player who is hot im not sure but im abt to become a mf fan
y/nsusername
y/nsusername: this leg of the tour has been so happy and im loving every second of it 🤍 thank u for the memories, heres a lil dump before i head to london!
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username: WHO THE HELL.
username: GIRL U CANNOT FOOL US WITH THE SAPPY CAPTION.
username: WHO?!
username: THAT IS JUDE MF BELLINGAM
username: BELLINGOLLL
username: GIRL GET OUT
username: WHY ARE WE ALL SCREAMING
username: lol not u cheating on me 😂
username: im leaving you
username: HAHAHAHAHAH (kill me)
username: soft launch with a twist?
y/nsusername
y/nsusername: think i'm screwed...
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username: what is this behavior
username: IM IM IM
username: hi i am jude
username: no like ur insane
username: imma be sick
username: so happy for u!! 😂😂 (im jumping)
username: THE CAPTION GIRL
username: ur a diff type of evil
yourfriend: about time
— username: ABOUT TIME?! HOW LONG
judebellingham: i have a migraine
— y/nsusername: alright now buddy
— username: WHAT THE FUCK
username: he commented WHAT
username: this is insane
judebellingham
judebellingham: nonsense
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username: logging off forever
username: THEY ARE CRAZY
username: no i love them sm
username: why are they so cute😭😭
username: 5th slide stfu
username: theres only sm i can handle
y/nsusername: of all the pics you could choose
— judebellingham: you're always so beautiful my love
— username: ALRIGHT PUT THE PHONE DOWN
y/nsusername: IM TALKIN WILD WILD THOUGHTS
— yourfriend: get a room
y/nsusername: love you🥰
— judebellingham: i love you more
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#jude bellingham#fanfic#jude bellingham fluff#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham oneshot#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham x you#jude x reader#jude bellingham fic#judebellingham#jude fic#jude bellingham smau#jude bellingham social media au#jude bellingham x fem!reader#jude bellingham smut#soccer x reader#soccer imagine#football imagine#qraceiuv
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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥
part four
conniexreader, weed smoking, mentions of a toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, connie and you expressing your feelings (not committing to a relationship.)
sorry i took so longgg i was lowkey planning out what was gon happen in this part. hope u like it.
⇦ part three here | part five here ⇨
you texted mikasa a few minutes before you left with connie, just incase he was tryna kill you or something. you sighed and put your phone down, looking at him as he drove you to his place, which was your choice for some reason.
“you promise you ain’t just tryna get in my panties and keep me around?” you raised an eyebrow. “shit not unless you want me to.” connie averted his focus to you for a second before looking back at the road. “you do know i got niggas that’ll kill to get me back if you kidnap me, right? full on shooters. you know my brother? he’ll pop somebody in they shit if they fuck wit me.” you looked out the window.
connie chuckled and looked at you. “you must don’t know who i am.”
“we just met a couple days ago, so no.” you rolled your eyes, checking your phone. “ion know why you keep worrying bout me kidnapping you and shit. ian like that. and sasha my home girl. can’t do her like that.” he pursed his lips together while staring at the road.
“you know sasha?” you looked at him with a confused expression.
as he finally pulled into his neighborhood, and his driveway, he nodded slowly. “yeah. we been friends for a long time. i know you know her, she can’t stop talkin bout yo ass.” he mumbled before putting the car in park and turning it off.
you both got out and you hummed. “okay. i guess i trust you.” you muttered, following him to the door. he unlocked his house door with his key and opened it, letting you in first. his place was nice, actually. smelled good, it was clean. you were kind of surprised, considering he was kind of reckless from the previous assumptions about him.
“so you livin luxury.” you mumbled. connie frowned and shook his head. “hell naw. this shit get boring after awhile.” he said before walking towards the stairs. “if you hungry, get sumn to eat. make yoself at home or whatever.” he waved you off, making you smack your lips with a small smile. “you must think you got me or sum.” you muttered before walking to the kitchen. you wasn’t really hungry, and you was still kinda in a mood from that fight.
you walked to the livingroom, taking your shoes off as you passed by the front door. it was a little embarrassing cus why was you at this nigga house right now? but he ain’t seem like that much of a threat. not to you.
but waiting for him to come back downstairs seemed like an eternal wait, because you aint even know if you should turn the tv on or not. you licked the inside of your cheek while glancing around, finally hearing connie come back downstairs.
you looked back to see him and he looked at you. “what, you shamed or sum?”
“yes because ion know what to do.” you laughed a little. connie clicked his tongue with a smile. “come on, we can go to my room.” he said, walking back upstairs. you quickly followed him.
when you entered his room, you looked around. there were some posters of pinup girls, a glowing fish tank, random colors everywhere. seemed like a good place to get high. his bed was lazily made up. there was a lava lamp on his night stand and an ashtray near it. his tv was on netflix, nothing playing.
you smiled a little at how the room looked, despite being a little dark, there were a lot of colors. “so you just be vibin?” you asked, sitting on the edge of his bed. connie smacked his lips and laughed a little. “man, i only like this room when i’m high.” he mumbled, pulling the ziplock bag out of his hoodie pocket, tossing it to you before taking his hoodie off.
you hummed, opening the bag and grabbing a blunt. when connie sat back on his bed, he glanced at you. “you still ain’t comfortable? damn. woulda thought you’d be feelin yoself by now.” he mumbled, tossing you a lighter.
you rolled your eyes. “you still random. ion even know why i’m here.” you muttered, lighting the blunt before taking a long drag and exhaling slowly, turning yourself around and laying across his bed.
you passed the blunt to him and he took it, his gaze remaining on you as you hit it.
“so you really don’t like hoes? like… for real? cus the way you was treating that other girl…” you trailed off as connie took another hit and passed it back to you. “man. ion fuck wit girls like that. not in a bad way, you know i fuck witchu. but relationship wise? shit got weak.” he muttered. you raised your eyebrows, taking a hit before exhaling and sitting up.
“so you just don’t trust girls no more?” you tilted your head, rubbing your lipgloss together on your lips. connie glanced at your lips before slowly shaking his head, looking back at you. “i mean... they ight. i trust girls, but ion wanna fuck wit em like that. cus every time i do it’s a different story and ion even wanna hear that shit.” he shrugged, passing the blunt back to you.
you took a hit, a long one, feeling your eyes start to get low, and your eyelids heavy. you closed your eyes as you exhaled. “you trust me?”
as you started into each others eyes for a few seconds, connie slowly nodded, looking back and forth from both of your eyes. “you ain’t that bad. i guess i trust you. ion know tho.” he bit his lip while grabbing the blunt from your fingers.
“why youn got no boyfriend?” he frowned, sitting up a little. “don’t even ask about it. niggas be weird these days and they don’t do nothing but run the streets and cheat. ian wit that.” you shook your head.
“what yo last man do?”
“shit, just enough to make me never wanna fuck wit anybody else. he cheated, acted like i was cheating, got hoes numbers, threw shit around the house when i ain feel like talking to him, nigga even hid my car keys so i wouldn’t go nowhere. i was done wit em as soon as that shit happened.”
connie smacked his lips and put the blunt out in the ashtray. “you was done wit him. that don’t mean you can’t try to fuck wit nobody else. i know you can.” he scanned almost your whole body. you raised your eyebrows. “do you talk to any girl like this? or just the ones you like.”
“the ones i want to myself for a while. shit, basically just you.” he smiled a little.
“i can’t even commit so how you expect me to be here for even a while.” you tilted your head with a soft smile.
“me either. that don’t mean we can’t have fun just for now.”
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#aot headcanons#aot x reader#connie springer#connie x reader#aot connie#aot x y/n#connie x black reader#aot x black reader#connie springer x black reader#connie springer x reader#connie springer x y/n#connie aot
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Twisted Love
Billy Russo X Latina!Mercenary!Reader
Summary: based on this moodboard murder date with Billy made by the love of my life @fluffyprettykitty thank you for the inspo
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors yall better dnfi, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, fingering, blood kink, choking, hair pulling, degradation, he calls her a whore and she likes it, allusion to gunplay & knife play, Billy and reader get turned on by questionable acts, def dark themes, dark!Billy, dead bodies, actual murder, many acts of violence, and Billy canonically likes it rough and painful, they're both just unhinged
Reader is referred to as she/her, speaks Spanish here and there and is described to have long hair. If this is not you, that is okay. This is solely based on the moodboard. I use no further specifications so you can enjoy it regardless :)
WC: 4k
A/N: I'm sorry in advance for the person that I am, I blame selene for encouraging this. You have been warned, you read under your own responsibility. I missed Billy and his murderous questionable kinks, so here we are. (If you actually enjoy this you I guarantee we will see each other in hell)
"Billy." You groaned quietly, the voice in your earpiece shutting up at the sharpness of your voice.
"Yes darlin'?"
"I can't focus on shooting your target if you keep saying how you're going to fuck me stupid tonight. Or how you've been really wanting to fuck me with your gun." You said the last part through your teeth as you did your best to remain professional and stay focused. You were a mercenary, sure, but you were a professional one.
"If you keep talkin' back, I will do so much more than that. You like knives, don't you?" You could hear the smug smirk he probably had on his face through his voice, even through your earpiece.
You couldn't help but groan, your skin growing burning hot under all of your gear, and it was getting hard to control your breathing the longer he kept spitting filthy words at you.
"This is your op, Billy. So we can either have phone sex or I can shoot your target. Can't do both." You rolled your eyes, adjusting your grip on your handgun as you tried to ignore the heat between your legs. You heard him chuckle.
"You're gettin' paid either way darlin'," he reminded you. "But if you get a headshot, I'll give you your bonus."
You actually laughed at this, a smirk of your own falling on your lips, "You know I never miss. Don't gotta double tap if I shoot 'em in the head."
This was like a little game of yours. Any time Billy called you— for anything other than a good fuck— it was for a target mission off the books. Legally, he was just a private contractor. Private security was his main gig. But off the books, he was still getting paid to take out targets for his old military superiors. When someone pushed at his buttons too much, he called you. Because you were like a ghost, in and out, no one even knew you were ever there. And he thought your post-op adrenaline made for killer sex. You getting paid was just a courtesy on his end. You had honestly stopped caring about the money a long time ago. But he paid you your part anyway. So it was a win-win situation for everyone involved.
"Mhmm, I love it when you talk dirty." He sighed a long breath and you smiled to yourself, holding your gun close to your chest as you quietly walked through the dark, otherwise empty house. You could hear movement and indistinct voices on the other side of the wall
"I hear voices in the next room. Two targets so far. Standby for confirmation." Billy laughed at how official you sounded. You truly never did get rid of that military part of you.
You peeked your head through the crack on the door of a large study. You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to identify the targets. One was the man Billy had hired you to kill, a Marine Colonel that had gotten too greedy and was making threats. That didn't exactly sit well with Billy or anyone else involved. The other man, though, you weren't sure, but he also seemed to be military.
"I'm looking at your target. But I'm not sure who the other one is. Looks military, though. What do you want me to do?" You whispered the question to Billy. He stayed silent for a few seconds. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, growing inpatient at his silence. But he spoke before you could yell at him.
He groaned first, clearly something hadn't gone according to plan. "Just take both of them out. I don't need witnesses."
"Whatever you say, pretty boy." You took in a deep breath, your heart starting to race as the adrenaline started to pump in your blood.
"Remember, I want you in and out, don't worry about nobody else. That's what I'm here for, baby."
"You're such a romantic, mi cielo." You bit your lip, you heard him chuckle in response.
You waited another second, long enough for them to be close enough for you to take them out both at the same time before the other could draw their gun. Stealth was your specialty anyway. You were thankful the large doors didn't creak when you opened them further. Both men were facing away from you. Good. You took a step inside the study, and with a grin, you pulled the trigger.
One.
Two.
Both men dropped to the ground with a thud. You sighed out the breath you had been holding and you slowly approached the two bodies. And you smiled at your work.
Headshots.
"I'm done here. Getting out now." You said to Billy. You heard him give you a quick hum of confirmation.
You nodded to yourself, picking up your shell casings before you hurried out of the study. You went around through long halls for what seemed to be an eternity, until you came to the hall that led to the foyer of the house.
Almost there.
"Don't you fucking move." A voice rasped beside you. You saw out of the corner of your eye the barrel of a handgun. Well so much for Billy taking care of everything.
You closed your eyes, slowly raising your hands to show your handgun. You turned your head enough to look at the man. More military. Great. This was going to be shit show.
"Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?" The man screamed at you, his gun still on your face. You said nothing, you simply stared at him. He couldn't really see your face, not through your balaclava. Only your eyes were visible. "Give me that fucking gun and get on the ground. Now!"
You stared at him, not moving a muscle. The only man you would ever get on your knees for was Billy. This one could shoot you for all you cared.
"I said get on your knees or I'll shoot!'
"Shoot me then." You said dryly, hands still in the air.
Just get a bit closer, you thought.
The man seethed at your response and stepped closer. Your lips irked up. You turned your body, your free hand gripping his gun and diverting it away from your head. The man squeezed the trigger. You grunted loudly, your ears ringing, but you didn't care. You wrestled with the man, landing a punch on his face that made his nose gush with blood. He stumbled backward but didn't fall. If anything, that made him more angry, and he lunged at you. He reached for the braid that stuck from under your balaclava and he pulled, really fucking hard. You grunted out in pain when he tugged your hair to drag you close enough for him to grab you. You fought against him, but you could only do so much against a man twice your size. His fist hit your jaw with enough force to make you dizzy for a second. And he took that opportunity to grab your vest and threw you over a nearby coffee table. Your body slammed so hard against it you ended up on the floor, with it in pieces.
You weren't a religious person, but goddamn, you were seeing God right about now. You groaned in pain as you tried to push through. You tried to sit up as fast as you could, but the man was already towering over you, and a large boot forced you down by your chest. You forced down the cry of pain you wanted to let out, only breathing out sharply instead. You couldn't find your gun, and you had one, pointed right at your face now.
"Fucking bitch." The man spat, leaning down to tear your balaclava from your face. You grunted, your face twisted into a scowl as he pulled it off. He scoffed. He was about to say something into his walkie when a voice you were all too familiar with caught his attention.
"Hey." Billy stood a few feet away, having heard the gunshot and ran in. He didn't even flinch when he pulled the trigger. The man dropped dead a second later.
You blew out a breath of relief, and you laughed, running a hand over your face. Well shit. You were hoping you wouldn't get any blood on yourself tonight.
Billy was beside you in a split second, a large hand pulling you up to your feet. His eyes were big with a mixture of panic and anger, and he scanned your body for injuries. His hand landed on your lip, split and bleeding. His jaw ticked but you shook your head at him.
"You okay?" He asked with a heavy breath. You nodded at him, your own hands touching his face. Blood stained his neck and part of his face. But you had a feeling it wasn't his. "Si?"
You nodded again, "Si."
Billy plastered a hard kiss on your lips, his hand holding the back of your head. You hummed against his lips, gripping his own vest. He pulled back after a few seconds, and his eyes landed on the dead man lying next to him. His neck twitched, and his jaw tightened as he pulled the trigger two more times. The man was already dead, Billy had shot him in the head the first time. But he needed to get that out of his system.
"That was by far the hottest thing you've ever done for me." You breathed out, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You kissed him this time. Much harder. He groaned into your mouth, the side of his handgun brushing your hip as he gripped them with both hands.
"Did you do what I asked?" He muttered against your lips.
"Headshots. As always." You smirked against his lips, your skin growing hot just as the ache between your legs grew.
"Mhmm, that's a good girl." He pressed another kiss to your lips. "Come. Gotta get outta here."
You nodded, looking on the ground for a second for your handgun. Your eyes skimmed around for a bit before you smiled and you happily picked it up from the ground. When you looked up, Billy was looking at you with an irked eyebrow.
"Que? It's my favorite gun. I wasn't gonna leave it here. It's got my fingerprints all over it." You shrugged, casually walking past Billy towards the kitchen. You came through that backdoor. It'd probably be easier to leave that way as well.
Billy watched you with a raised eyebrow. It did always turn him on to see you in your tactical gear. He laughed to himself and followed you. He stayed close behind you, within hand reach at all times. He was so close that he actually bumped into your back when you stopped abruptly. You turned around, and one of your hands came to grip his vest while the other held up your handgun. He frowned, about to question you when you forcefully moved him to the side an inch or two.
"Agh shit!" He grunted out, a bullet still catching the plate on his back with enough force to make him stumble.
You kept your grip on his vest as you pulled the trigger twice and he heard a loud thud a second later. When he turned his head he saw a guard on his back, writhing in pain as blood gushed from his chest. Shit, he must have missed the guy when he was clearing the outside of the house.
He draped a hand over his shoulder where the bullet hit, eyes never leaving you as you quietly walked over to the guard, gun held up. The man began to stammer, coughing up blood as he tried to crawl away. You blinked, head tilted and jaw tight as you pulled the trigger two more times. The man stopped moving with that second bullet. Your face twisted with disdain when you felt blood splatter on your face. Again.
"Agh, puta sangre de mierda." This fucking blood.
You harshly wiped your hand over your face, probably making a bigger mess than there already was. You flinched, your gun held up and stopped at Billy's chest. He had a wide smirk on his face, his hands raised, but he was just mocking you.
"You wanna point that gun somewhere else, pretty girl?" He taunted with a smirk. You gritted your teeth and clenched your jaw.
"Estás fucking sordo?" Are you fucking deaf? Billy couldn't speak Spanish. But he had learned to pick up on your angry Spanish over time. His smirk only grew wider when you holstered your gun and slammed your flat hands against his chest, attempting to shove him, but he didn't move much. "Did you not hear the motherfucker coming? Are you okay? Did the bullet go through the plate?"
He found your angry concern amusing, endearing even. But the mocking smirk on his face only made your blood boil more.
"Aw, my pretty mercenary is worried about me?" He taunted you more, and the fire in your eyes made him completely forget about the throbbing on his shoulder blade. Though he felt a different kind of throb when he felt your flat palm collide with his cheek.
His eyes widened for a second as he processed the heat spreading through his cheek. He breathed a laugh, but it wasn't a humorous one. Not in the slightest. He ran his tongue over his lips, he could taste the smallest bit of blood. He counted in his head. Six guards altogether, three Marines inside. There were five dead bodies outside. Four inside. Good.
He didn't say a word as he reached out to you, he grabbed the back of your braid and crashed his lips against yours with so much force it gave you whiplash. You didn't protest though, you welcomed it, actually. You gripped his vest tightly as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He hummed with satisfaction as you clung to his vest. He gripped your hair tightly as he made you back into the kitchen island behind you.
You gasped into his mouth when you felt him hoist you up on the counter.
"The fuck are you doing?" You pulled back enough to speak, not that you were arguing with him, you had been wanting him ever since you got here. He flashed you a sadistic grin as he gripped your vest and pulled you to the edge so that he was standing between your open legs.
"Gonna fuck you stupid. That's what." He replied in a heartbeat as his fingers unbuckled the clasps of your vest. He tossed it aside and his eyes instantly landed on the blood splatters staining your jaw and neck.
"Right here?" You gave him a wide eyed look, lips slightly parted as he ridded himself of his own vest, leaving him a plain black long-sleeve compression shirt.
"Right here. You did everythin' I asked, and more. And you know I'm a man of my word." Your long-sleeve black shirt was gone next and his lips immediately attached to your jaw. "You don't gotta play innocent with me darlin'. Bet if I touch you you’ll be soaking wet."
Fuck, you wished he didn’t know you so well. You were real fucking good at pretending with the whole world. But you couldn't pretend with him. And you couldn't deny that you had been wanting him to fuck you senseless the second you saw his face that day. And that tactical uniform of his, fuck it didn't help your cause in the slightest.
"You know I always want you, doesn't matter when or where." You answered through a ragged breath, your eyelashes fluttered as he ran his tongue over the skin of your neck, and at the same time, he shoved his hand into your cargo pants, right past your panties.
"Yeah, you want me? You want me right now? Covered in blood and everythin'?" He pulled back enough to watch your face as his finger brushed over your cunt. And he was pleased by how right he was. You were so wet. Your mouth fell open as he slipped a finger into you with ease. "You are such a fuckin' whore. You've been this wet this whole time, haven't you? You just killed three men for me, and you're wet?"
God, you should feel disgusted with yourself, with him, but you felt nothing of the sort. If anything, it aroused you more. You ground your hips against his hand, desperate for more as your shaky hands fumbled with the belt of your cargo pants. You tugged until you ultimately got them off one leg once you managed to kick off one of your combat boots. Billy only watched with amusement as you struggled. But he otherwise didn't help you. He liked watching you struggle.
"Goddamn you're so needy. Such a needy whore." He mocked you with a laugh, but he rewarded you with another finger nonetheless.
"Yes, yes I'm a whore." You whined, holding yourself upright by gripping his shirt. "I'm your whore. Fuck— Please, I did good."
Billy nodded at this, the pathetic pleads coming from your mouth making his cock strain against his cargos even more. How such a fierce and vicious mercenary like yourself could give in so easily to him he had no idea, but he sure wasn't complaining. Not in the slightest.
"Yeah. Yeah, you did. I'm gonna give you exactly what you deserve, don't worry." He spoke through a groan, he rutted his palm against your clit, brushing against it as he curled his fingers against that one spot that made your thighs shudder.
You bunched his shirt around your fist as your mouth fell open in a silent moan, your hips involuntarily grinding against his hand. Billy watched with amusement as you desperately rocked yourself back and forth on the counter while he undid his pants with his free hand.
His fingers left you abruptly, leaving your chasing and jaw slacked. You whined, your mouth opening to curse at him but he was gripping your braid with one hand as he brushed his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick.
"Yell at me again and I will fuck you with my gun until you cry." He spat, his jaw twitching as he forcefully slammed into you with a snap of his hips.
You actually cried out this time, your toes curling and your nails dug into his chest. He pulled you to the edge of the counter until your legs hung loosely over his hips. He wound up his hand around your hair, pulling your head back as he rutted himself against you. He held your neck on full display as he dipped his head and ran his tongue over where blood stained your skin.
"Fuck baby— you always feel so good. But goddamn, you fuckin' taste like heaven." He breathed against your skin, dragging his tongue from your pulse point to your jaw.
Your fingers slipped into his hair, tangling around the chocolate locks to the root. And you pulled, and you pulled so hard he actually grunted in pain.
"Dios Billy." You moaned, your lips against his ear, and he slammed into you so hard then he made you slide back on the counter.
"Not God, baby. But I can be." He breathed out a laugh, his face pressed against your cheek as he wrapped his long fingers around your throat. "Trust me, darlin', when I'm done with you, not even God is gonna make you get outta bed tomorrow."
You choked out a cry as he brought you closer against him— if that was even possible— and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. His cock hit so deep it actually made you roll your eyes back this time.
"O-oh shit— shit Billy. I'm gonna come. Please, I wanna come." You spoke in between pants, what you could manage to say with his hand on your throat. You were holding on to him for dear fucking life, both arms thrown over his shoulder as if he was the only thing keeping you from slipping off the countertop.
"You wanna come? My pretty mercenary wants to come? You earned it, didn't you?" He pulled back enough to watch your face, and he released the grip on your throat so you could respond.
"Yes! Coño I earned it, please." You sounded so desperate but you didn't care, if there was one man in this world you could let yourself be vulnerable for it was Billy.
"Mhmm, of course you did." He slipped his hand between your bodies and his thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit and he drilled into you, pretty much holding you in one place with a tight grip on your ass. "Yeah, like that? Yeah just like that, come for me. You're good at following orders, so come."
You were seeing white the second his thumb was on your clit and your fingers tugged at the roots of his hair as you came with a silent cry. You eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was hanging wide open as you gripped him tight enough to make his cock twitch. He breathed out a sigh of satisfaction and his lips curled up as he felt your wetness coat his cock. He looked down, and the sight of his cock slick with your come almost made him lose it.
With a grunt he held you to his chest with a tight grip on the back of your neck and his fingers dug into your ass, holding you still for him as he fucked you.
"Yeah, you take it just like that. Fuck— fuck that's a good girl." He moaned out the words, his head falling back ever so slightly. Enough for you to press your lips to his neck. But what made him completely lose it was your tongue, on his neck, similarly licking up the dry blood on his skin. "Ooh fuck me."
His fingers dug deep into your scalp, enough for you to feel a slight burn, but you didn't fucking care. You dragged your lips up to his jaw as he fell still and you breathed out a laugh of satisfaction when you felt him spill himself inside you. He dragged his hips lazily, once, twice more before he just stood still. His fingers were deep rooted in your hair and his eyes were closed. You closed your own eyes as you pressed your forehead against his chest with a lazy smile on your face.
Billy was silent, his fingers loosening on your hair until only his fingers were lazily dragging his fingers through the now loose strands. You kept your face on his chest, simply listening to his rapid heartbeat that matched your own. It slowly went steady, back to its normal rhythm. Only then Billy pulled back enough to look at your face. His dark eyes watched your face with something much softer and his fingers brushed over your bruised lip.
"'M fine Billy. You've done worse." You sighed softly at him, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.
"That's me, though. I've never hit you— without your permission anyway. But I've never bruised your face. It ain't the same." He frowned, and you couldn't help but grin at his protectiveness.
"I said I'm fine, mi cielo." You squeezed his wrist and shot up your eyebrows at him with a suggestive smile on your face. "Does this place have a master bathroom?"
Billy thought for a second, he had been here once at least before. He figured a house this big probably did have a large bathroom.
"Probably, why?"
"Wanna wash this blood off me?"
Billy's scowl was quickly replaced by a wide smirk of his own and he could feel his cock twitch the slightest bit as your suggestive tone.
"For this pussy? Baby, I'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on."
Billy was a fucked up man that had met his fucked up match. And he'd be damned if he ever denied you anything.
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A Pictures Worth (Curious Gazes 3)
prompt(from kofi commission): I would love another type of curious gaze for ceorry with Ivy, Willow, Magnolia and Y/N out on a family trip maybe on vacation or like a museum or something and the kids are just really excited to be out with the whole family
warnings: light smut, language, harrys an asshole to everyone but his babies! minor dni 18+
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Heidi was relieved to be away from real life for a little bit, to take a step back from the burnout where everyday was god awful.
Her job was extremely stressful, with high expectations and strict schedules if she didn’t want her prick of a boss chewing her out.
She decided that a trip to the coast of the French Rivera was well deserved, even though her job was difficult - it paid exceptionally well and her boss was no cheapskate, just an asshole.
It was early in the morning, just about eight thirty but Heidi and her husband were early birds and already had snagged a spot in some loungers near the pool.
It was the weirdest turn of event.
She’s complaining to her husband, Paul, about her last week at work as they sip on mimosas and let the sun warm them up.
“He came into our office because Dale didn’t have the report ready,” Heidi recounts then mocking his rasp accent says, “And if you group of idiots can’t figure it out in the next five minutes, you can all be looking for new fucking jobs.”
Paul shakes his head in distain, “He shouldn’t be able to talk to you guys like that. It’s completely unacceptable.”
“He’s the owner, it’s not like I can complain to Human Resources. He’s everyone’s boss,” Heidi sighs before taking a long sip of her drink and trying to let her shoulders not tense up.
In the next moment, the same voice she just mocked - she hears from the side - her head whips as fast as a flash when she recognizes it.
And it is none other than her boss, Harry fucking Styles, in nothing but a short pair of swimming trunks and a bare chest with just gold chains decorating his neck. ***
She’s obviously never seen her boss in this state of undress, she knew he had tattoos but he was nearly covered.
Sparrows on his chest, a massive butterfly right on his midsection, ferns that looked downright obscene peeking out of his shorts on his sharp hip bones, a tattoo of what looks like a willow tree taking up his left side and what looks like vines of ivy on his other with magnolia flowers scattered around the art.
That’s not the most interesting thing though - it was a toddler who couldn’t be more than a year and a half,*** who was cradled in the crook of his one arm and a toddler, no more than three ***, was grasping his other hand and waddling next to him.
“Dadadada,” The child chanted happily as her chubby hands stayed buried in her father’s curls and she was rubbing her face against his stubbly cheek.
“Yes, baby. I hear you talkin’,” Harry murmurs to his daughter, trying to also juggling a massive tote bag that looks filled to the brim with diapers, water toys, and sun lotion.
“Where’s mummy and Vee?” The red-headed toddler lisps with a frown, looking around for the other part of her family as she stays close to her father.
“Vee is helping your mumma make some sandwiches and snacks to eat down here, lil’ red,” He replies patiently as he takes the lounge chairs right next to Heidi and Paul without even glancing their way.
He plops the baby on the chaise before popping the other one onto the cushion as well as he rifles through the gucci tote. ***
Heidi can’t help but stare as she watches the man who makes her life a living hell dig out two bottles of sunblock and squirts some on his hands.
At first he lathers it up in his palms before rubbing it all over the toddler’s arms, chest, legs before using a smaller bottle for her face.
The red-head girl giggles the whole time as her father massages the lotion into her fair skin, a likely chance she’d burn a lot without it.
When she’s done, Harry kisses her hair and tells her softly, “You're sucha good girl for your daddy. Thank you for sitting still for me, Willow Anne.”
Willow Anne.
She can’t believe what she’s seeing, the absolute dichotomy of this man is mind boggling to say the least and it’s throwing her off.
It didn’t seem like the same man who nearly fired her of a minuscule error only three weeks ago.
-
Heidi is minding her own business, typing out an email to a client when her office door slams open with force and her stomach drops when she sees who it is.
“Why has the quarterly report for sales in Dubai not been sent out? It was due at eight sharp and it’s currently nearly one in the fuckin’ afternoon,” Harry demands angrily, his jaw clench and his eyes hard as stone as they stare her down, making her feel small - like a child getting into trouble.
Heidi feels like she is about to throw up because it completely slipped her mind that it was due today and she knows she looks caught out.
Harry scoffs in disbelief, speaking sharply through his teeth, “If you don’t get that report done and sent out by midnight, I’ll have a seat ready for you in my office.”
“I’m s-sorry. I w-will, sir,” Heidi stutters out in fright, clicking off the email and opening up a spreadsheet right then and there.
He doesn’t say anything else before he’s turned on his heel and shutting door so fiercely behind him she’s surprised it didn’t splinter the wood.
She was at the office until eleven thirty that night to pump it out and have it sent - missing her mother’s birthday.
When she walked into the elevator the next morning, exhausted from only getting a few hours at home before coming back to work - her boss is slipping into the elevator next to her.
He’s on his phone, speaking quietly - just above a whisper, “I’ll be home by noon. Did Noli still have a temperature when she woke up? Give her a kiss for me.”
Then he’s replying to the person, “Of course, anything for you. Yes. Okay. I will call you. I love you, darling. Bye.”
When it’s silence in the lift now, just Harry and herself, they make eye contact when he gazes over at her - it doesn’t even look like he recognizes they meet gazes.
“Good morning, Mr. Styles,” Heidi replies awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot as he stands there as still and stiff as a statue.
He appears tired, dark circles under his eyes, and his lips turned down even more than usual - she wonders if it has anything to do with the person, Noli, he was talking about on the phone.
Heidi knows looking back that she shouldn’t have said anything but she said, “I hope your daughter’s okay.”
Harry tenses like she’s just pinched him, staring directly at her and biting out, “Don’t fuckin’ speak about my family.”
In perfect timing, the elevator dings open and Harry is striding out without a single look back.
What a fucking asshole.
-
Now that same dickhead was crouched down, trying to rub the lotion into the infant’s skin but she’s not as happy about it as Willow.
“No no no,” The baby babbles with a furrowed brow, trying to push her father’s heavily-ringed hands away from her.
Heidi expects him to snap at the baby, tell her to be quiet, and let him do it.
He doesn’t.
Harry tugs his daughter closer to him, softly asking her, “Do you want to go in the water? Want to swim with Vee and Low?”
The girl nods while leaning forward to wrap her fingers into his necklaces.
“If you want to go in the water, you have to let daddy put lotion on you. If you don’t want the lotion, you have to stay under the umbrella out of the sun.”
“Lotion, daddy,” She squeaks quickly, pushing her arms out for him to apply the sunblock.
“Thank you, sweet baby,” He responds with a fond smile while tickling her sides before moving on to her chubby little legs.
“Are you ready to get in the pool?” A female voice asks Willow before Heidi sees a beautiful - like disgustingly beautiful woman step under their umbrella with a child attached to her side.
Heidi had never seen Harry’s wife or babies before, the youngest and the oldest *** that just arrived look exactly like Harry but the middle one doesn’t resemble anyone in the family.
Harry is hiking up their littlest one of his hip and turns to his wife where she’s shimmying off her cover-up and revealing a blue one-shoulder bathing suit.***
It was a simple suit but it fit like a glove, hugging every curve of her body and Heidi admired that she wasn’t trying to disguise the small pouch of skin that came from birthing children.
Harry is watching his wife intently, almost like he’s a going to devour her, and as soon as she’s just in the bathing suit - self consciously soothing her hand over her belly, he’s stepping over to her.
“Holy shit,” He grunts with hunger, his hand knocking hers away and his hand roaming her belly, hips, and then her bum before she’s giggling and pushing him back before pulling him to her again and kissing him on the lips, “Look at you. Making my knees weak, m’heart. Gonna let me take this skimpy thing off you? Later?”
“Mmm, I think about it,” She teases before the oldest one is tugging her hand towards the pool impatiently with giggles already on her head.
She trails off to the pool while Harry secures floaty vests to the two little ones before hiking both up in a hip and heading towards the water.
Heidi has to look away to stop from oogling when she notices the rippled muscles of his back, the sharp curve at the small of it as baby hands cling to his skin to hold on.
She decides it the perfect time to get in the pool for a dip, hell, who was she kidding?
She wanted to see this man with his babies.
The pool has an underwater bench, that’s where she takes up residency while Harry corrals his little herd of children into the shallow end.
The oldest one has no issue swimming on her own.
“Ivy Elizabeth,” Harry’s wife says to her daughter while fixing the strap on her pink goggles, “You stay right next to daddy and I, okay? No more than to that line,” She informs, pointing to a marking where it’s going get deep, “You can only swim from there and back. Do you understand?”
“Yes mumma,” Ivy agrees sweetly before pinching her nose and diving under the water and swimming away but in the area.
The youngest one is too little to learn how to swim but the middle child seems to be in the process of learning, while Harry’s wife holds the youngest - dipping her down in the water over and over as she giggles and blows raspberries back up at her mum.
“S’the water nice, Noli?” Harry legitimately coos at the smiling baby before he’s leaning down to kiss her nose before murmuring, “Willow Anne, shall we try swimming?”
“No, no swim,” Willow lisps with a pout before trying to crawl up him more despite the lifevest being in the way because it’s so bulky.
“Oh, come on. M’little heart. Can we give it a try? You’ve been doing so good at your swim lessons,” Harry encourages, lowering her legs into the water just the littlest bit for her to get a feel of it.
Willow searches her father’s eyes for a moment before smiling shyly and nodding that she would like to try to swim.
“That’s my good girl,” Harry peppers a few kisses over her face to make her giggle loudly and in turn, making Harry laugh.
A sound Heidi has never heard.
It was raspy, a bit like rough gravel but a minuscule pinch higher of a pitch.
Dimples appeared deep in his scruffy cheeks and his straight white teeth were flashing in a facial expression she’d never seen from him.
No one was going to believe her at work.
Willow flails for a moment before she gathers her bearings, letting out a loud whimper of distress before Harry’s tittering encouragingly, “Stay calm, lil’ red. Y’know daddy’s got you. Nothing bad will happen.”
Harry keeps his palm under her belly to keep her steady as she begins to paddle with her little arms and her tongue sticking out in concentration.
“There you go, baby! You’re doing so well!” Harry’s wife cheers excitedly, bouncing the baby on her hip who also claps her hands too and continues to babble between distinguished words.
Harry is patient as he helps instruct Willow through how to properly doggy paddle, float, and hold her breath underwater while Ivy swims like a little mermaid in her own imaginative world.
When Willow’s ready to take a break, letting her father hold her close as he wades closer to his wife who’s gently rocking the baby back and forth through the water as Noli’s eyes get heavy.
“You are so beautiful. Hurts to even look at you,” Harry tells his wife, his hand coming to rest at her hip before creeping around to her bum and making her squeak as he roughly squeezes her cheek.
“Do you think this bathing suit is alright? It’s the only one I think looked halfway decent,” She asks a bit self-consciously, nodding down towards her stomach.
“I don’t think it’s decent at all.”
What an asshole.
Heidi was about to open her mouth, to defend this poor woman who has three of his children, and had the nerve to make a comment about her swimsuit or body.
“You look absolutely indecent,” Harry continues his hand moving from her bum to her belly, “Turns me on just looking at you normally then you go and put this thing on? If we didn’t have the babies with us, I would have pinned against the lounge chair and gave it to you so good you’d cry and-“
“Ssh,” His wife giggles as a couple floats by on a pool raft but she’s giving him a kiss as he gets a couple more touches in before the middle daughter starts to whimper that she’s sleepy.
Heidi decides it’s time to get out anyways and soak up some more sun.
Time passes where she gets lost in her steamy romantic novel, ironically about a CEO and his assistant.
She’s brought out of her concentration with the sound of squeaky, displeased whines that were turning into sobs quickly.
Harry is sauntering up to their loungers with their youngest one hip and the middle on the other, Noli is rubbing her face against her father’s bare shoulder and smacking her lips together in frustration.
“Just one moment, dove,” Harry hums to his demanding little daughter as he bends down to rustle in the tote for a binkie to pop into her mouth, “Let’s relax a little, yeah? You didn’t sleep very well for mumma and I last night.”
“My binkie?” Willow chirps with a furrowed brow at her father as he wrestles them out of their life vests and into fluffy beach towels.
“No paci. Remember? You’re a big girl,” He reminds her as he towels himself off.
Willow crosses her little arms, shouting at her father, “Want my binkie, daddy! Now! Now!”
Harry crouches down, putting his hand gently on her shoulder, looking very seriously in her angry brown eyes, “Willow Anne. You do not yell at daddy. I know you’re upset that you can’t have your binkie anymore but we don’t yell.”
As soon as Willow gets disciplined, her pout turns to distress as she begins to cry - acting like Harry had just screamed straight in her face.
Harry scoops her, along with Noli who’s still grumbling, and murmurs, “Sleepy little crabs.”
Then he proceeds to lay back onto the lounge chair, lowering the back until it’s almost down laying Willow down to his side, nestled between his ribs and arm, the baby splayed across his chest.
Noli is obviously tired as she lays her head down automatically into the curve of his neck, lips suckling furiously at her pacifier.
Within minutes, both Harry and his daughters are fast asleep on the chaise - his arm wrapped protectively around both of them.
Heidi doesn’t know what she would expect of Harry as a father - both this wasn’t it.
Heidi knows she shouldn’t but she has to show the others at the office, pulling out her phone and snapping a picture of the scene next to her.
And when she ends up drifting off for a quite a long snooze, by the tone she wakes up, they’re already gone.
-
Heidi doesn’t expect to see them again but they have another run in - literally.
It was her fault to be honest, she had been nearly four cocktails in, and was wobbling her way back up to the room.
Heidi was waiting for the elevator and when it opened, she didn’t look to see if there were any occupants before she stepped in.
However, when she did that she bumped straight into the little girl who was moving to get out of the steel doors at the same time - resulting in her being knocked on her bum.
Heidi’s heart leaps out of her chest and her instant reaction is to lean down to help up the child she’d just tripped over and she nearly freezes in fear when she realizes whose child it.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch her,” Harry booms out as soon as he sees Heidi reaching out to help, he’s quickly scooping up the sobbing toddler and bring her close to him, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
She vaguely isn’t surprised by him swearing like this in front of his child but it doesn’t scare Willow, she’s whimpering into his neck, “Daddy, cuddle,” despite him already doing so.
“I’m-I’m sorry,” Heidi stammers carefully, her intoxication obvious in her voice as she speaks to them.
“Maybe you shouldn’t drink if you handle your alcohol so poorly, pathetic,” He shakes his head as he bounces Willow on his hip and soothes her fiery curls back, “Now move the fuck out of my way.”
Heidi barely is able to take a step back before Harry is knocking her shoulder roughly in a haste to get out of the lift.
At this moment, she is extremely relieved he doesn’t remember who she is or she surely would have been fired.
-
Maria wasn’t enjoying her vacation as much as she had hoped she would. This trip had been a last ditch attempt to save her ten-year marriage.
However, her husband had drank too much during dinner and had fucked off to the casino - leaving her alone in their hotel room.
They’d gone all out, got an upgraded suite on one of the top floors, and a special spa package that was a pretty penny.
It was nearly eleven at night, there had been no sign of her husband coming back anytime soon and so she poured herself a glass of wine and trotted out to the balcony to sit and enjoy the view of the ocean.
Something catches her eye or someone.
It’s man, on the balcony across from their - it was a massive one that nearly took up the whole floor - it must have been the penthouse suite.
He’s faved away from her but she can see the carved out, chiseled muscles of his back, where he’s just in a small pair of briefs that show off his lean but strong legs, small perky bump with dimples on his lower back as he hangs up multiple different bathing suits to dry on a clothes line.
The lights are out in the penthouse and only a dim one is illuminating their balcony where a woman joins the man moments later- she’s in an expensive looking nightgown that hugs her curves, hair up in a messy bun. ***
Maria watches as she trails up to the man, hugging him, and wrapping her arms around his waist as she does, lips moving all over his skin.
The man abandons the rest of the swimsuits that need hanging up to return the embrace as his hands move down the small of her back, to her bum.
Maria’s not trying to be creepy or invasive but she is watching what she wants - what she wants with her husband but doesn’t have.
When he turns around, to gaze at all the other balconies to see if there’s wandering eyes, Maria realizes that it’s not just any man.
It’s her boss.
She was only human.
She knew he was a prick, not a nice guy, and she’s never had any pleasant experience with him in all her years working for him.
Maria should be repulsed and go inside but it’s impossible to deny how downright attractive he was, especially in barely any clothing.
Harry doesn’t seem to see Maria or anyone else for the matter before he’s crawling over the woman, who she guess is his girlfriend or hook-up or whatever, and dip down to kiss.
Her arms wrap around his neck and bring him further on top of her, his large hand move to slip up under her nightgown to her chest.
His partner pushes her chest up into his palm, spreading her legs to allow him to rest in between them, and his mouth travels down to her neck.
Maria finds herself touching the side of her neck absentmindedly, wishing that was her being given affection like that.
Harry is lightly pushing his hips down, grinding into her center between the barrier of their clothes, the woman’s legs wrapping around his waist to encourage him as his lips still descend now to her collarbones.
She’s trying to get her toes into the band on his brief to push them down off his hips but it isn’t working, Harry grips her ankle and returns it to the lounge but his hands are hiking up her nightgown.
Then Maria’s view is blocked when Harry ducks down between the valley of her thighs and Maria can tell by the way the woman’s back arches that it feels good.
Maria didn’t think Harry Styles would be the one to worry about anybody's pleasure but his own but that’s obviously not the truth.
She’s confused when they abruptly stop what their doing to look at something that’s propped up on the side table.
Harry’s standing up, snatching his shorts off the ground, and tugging them on before sauntering back inside the suite.
Maria is perplexed as she watches the woman readjust her nightgown and fix the straps that he’d pushed down to lay kisses on her shoulders.
She doesn’t seem upset and neither did he but what would have made him just get up like that?
Maria’s question is answered no more than a minute later when Harry exits onto the balcony again but with a whimpering, fussy red-headed baby in his hip.
He squeezes onto the chaise, both turning to lay on their sides facing inward and Harry lays the baby between them.
Maria watches as Harry leans over to give his partner one more kiss before they’re cuddling closer to the whimpering child who is desperately trying to get as close to their mum as possible.
Harry has one hand on his wife’s back and the other on his baby’s, rubbing up and down, as the red-headed girl burrows her head in her mum’s chest.
Not even five minutes later, another child appears at the balcony doors and steps out, she was older than the other one with wild brown locks and a seal stuffed animal tucked under her arm.
Harry lifts her up and squishes her into the middle, where she’s tucked neatly against his chest, and she nuzzles into the crook of his neck.
Maria never had those moments with her husband because he had surprised her with the information he didn’t want kids after the fact that they got married.
Harry seemed to treat his family unlike his employees, the woman she now assumes is his wife, his daughters, you could see even from a distance how much they adored him.
Maria is brave enough to admit that the image of Harry’s shoulders twitching and flexing when he pushed his hips down into his wife’s doesn’t leave her mind for a very very long time.
They don’t stay out very much longer, just long enough that the children drift back to sleep, and then they’re taking a baby each and taking them back inside.
-
Maria recognizes her boss once again but not until the next night around seven and this time he is fully dressed but more casual than she’d ever seen him in just an white tee, running shorts, and nikes.
He has the two girls that she saw the night before with him but now there’s another one that’s on his hip.
They’re all in nautical themed sleepers, which was probably the most adorable thing ever. It was funny to see this man with a permanent scowl at others being pulled down the hall by three girls.
They had him wrapped around their little fingers.
“Everyone gets one thing, not too much sugar before bed,” Harry reminds even as they head towards the vending machine, Maria was surprised that they wouldn’t have just ordered room service.
Maria then realizes that each girl has a few bills in their hands, clutching them excitedly as they arrive at the snack machine.
The oldest, the one who looks scarily similar to her father, begins to feed her first bill into the dispenser as she looks at all of her choices.
“No!” The redheaded child screams angrily, trying to bat her older sister’s hand away and pull back the bill she’s trying to get in, “Me! My turn.”
“Hey! Don’t do that, Low!” The oldest cries out as the bill tears nearly in half because of their back and forth over it.
“I get snack!” The middle child screeches before ultimately tearing the bill in half.
“Willow! That’s bad!” The oldest scolds but there’s fat tears streaming down her face as she holds her destroyed money.
Maria feels a chill run down her own back when Harry’s firm voice echoes through the hallway, “Willow Anne Styles.”
Willow looks up at her father with big guilty brown eyes and her bottom lip begins quivering when she realizes what she’s done.
Harry crouches down, let the littlest one off his hip and toddle over to where the oldest has resumed putting her bills in the machine.
“Come to y’daddy, please,” He murmurs sternly but his tone still managed to be soft enough to not be scary to her.
Willow is sobbing as she drags her feet over until she’s standing in front of her father, eyes directed down at her feet until Harry puts a finger under her chin so she’s making eye contact.
“We do not grab or try to take without permission,” Harry tells her, “That money was Ivy’s and you were not being kind to her. If you are upset that she was going to go first. We use words to fix it but we do not be unkind to others.”
“Because you ripped Ivy’s money, even after she told you not to. No snack from the vending machine. You can have a snack that mumma has for you upstairs. If you are kind then tomorrow you can come down and get something out of the machine. Understood?”
And Maria is baffled by….well, he’s a good parent.
Willow doesn’t tantrum further, she nods her head sadly and walks into her father’s arms where he gives her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Maria just…the sharp contrast between him in the office, out of that balcony with his wife, and then with his children.
Who the fuck is Harry styles?
-
Heidi was actually excited to see Harry Styles - when she had come back from vacation, she had made a major effort and managed to coerce a lucrative customer to end services with another company and only utilize their services.
So being called to her boss’ office wasn’t something she was dreading, she assumed that she was going to get praises, get a promotion hopefully.
When Dorothy nods for her to go into his office, she takes a deep breath, she’d never been in her before and it was absurdly beautifully designed.
Harry didn’t look the same as the last time she saw him, he was fully dressed in a well-fitted suit that covered all of his tattoos and how fit his body truly was beneath.
His golden tan was the only remanent of the trip, his lax smile and soft voice was replaced with a stone, unempathic and a scowl that would make anyone think twice about approaching him.
Heidi smooths out her skirt before sitting down in the chair across from him, her heartrate rising steadily as she avoids direct eye contact.
“Hello, Ms. Synder,” Harry greets in his normal, deep drawl with little emotion as his hands are together on his desk - rings reflecting off the lights.
“H-hello,” Heidi manages back, wanting to kick herself for stuttering but she tried to remember that he did have a caring side - she’d seen it.
“You managed to convince Shore’s Electronics to switch completely to our services?” Harry asks although he already knows.
“Yes sir.”
“Your position here is Assistant Manger of Marketing in our United Kingdom division?” He clarifies as he moves to click his mouse around on his computer.
“Yes, it is,” Heidi swallows, fiddling with her hands and picking a thread on her work pants.
“And you’re a photographer as well?” He asks with a purse to his lips as he meets her eyes for a moment, sharp mossy green.
Heidi doesn’t know what he’s talking about, “Er, no? I don’t do any type of photography work, Mr. Styles. I think there’s be some confusion.
“Oh has there?” He smiles with not humor before he’s tilting his computer screen to show her what’s displayed.
The picture she snapped of vacation.
“You sure were a photographer when you snapped this picture, hm?” His tone is steely, angry as he watches her reaction.
It’s a shot of Harry, in just in swim trunks, splayed on his back with his sunglasses shielding his eyes as well as the shade on the umbrella.
His daughter, Noli, on his chest - fast asleep and a binkie tucked into her mouth as Willow sleeps cradled against his side.
“Had to just get a picture of your boss with his kids, right?” Harry taunts with irritation in his tone, “I don’t give a fuck about pictures of me - I’m an adult. The audacity you have to take a picture of my sleeping children.”
Heidi is scrambling for an explanation but she can’t find one.
“Human Resources will be able to answer any questions you may have about your termination - starting now. Delete that fucking photo off your phone or you will be hearing from my legal team,” He finishes before he’s moving the screen back and picking up his ringing phone, clearly ending the conversation.
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HIIII SO i have an ask
PLEASR MORE ABOUT THE WOMB TATTO WITH 141 IM OBSESSED 😭😭❤️
EHEHEH SINCE YOU ASKED SO NICELYYYY
Sweetheart gets more comfortable around her team that she wears shorter shirts now. She still wears long sleeves though, they haven't unlocked the tattoo sleeves she has LOL (I'm drawing all the tattoos she has and I can't WAIT TO SHOW YALL)
But she shows off her✨️ ICONIC✨️ yummy, womb tattoo constantly. Sometimes, even when she's training, she'll wear a compression shirt that she cuts. (Rookies don't know what to feel lol)
Soap dubs it his tattoo, Sud's Tattoo as he calls it, because he can't get enough of it. And he has to wrestle off Roach and König when he lays on it
Soap: BACK AFF YE FOOLS THIS IS MY TATTOO
Sweetheart, laying on the couch: Soap--
König: IT IS NOT YOURS GET OFF OF HER
Roach, stomping his feet: 😠 🥾💥🥾💥🥾💥
Soap: ROACH SHUT TH' FUCK UP YE TWO ALWAYS GET TAE DO THIS
Sweetheart, stressed: what the hell is happening--
Soap REALLY likes the tattoo 💀as I said, he's obsessed with it (like you, kiame HA) Everytime Sweets comes out with a cropped shirt, he fucking ZOOMS to the tattoo and just snuggles his cheek against it
Soap, smiling and sighing: Good morningggg~! I missed you, Bonnie.
Sweetheart: Are you talkin' to me or my tattoo?
Soap, opening his eyes:
Soap: uhm
He DEFINITELY talks to it sometimes
Soap: And how are YOU doing today, Bonnie?
Sweetheart, smiling: I'm doing good thank you- why is your face on my tattoo.
Soap: Because... I was talking to Bonnie...
Sweetheart:
Sweetheart, kinda offended: AM I NOT BONNIE ANYMORE??
Soap: UHM
I mean he just loves it so much. Seeing such a sexy design on rich, golden brown skin so low on a wonderful body... it's enchanting. He's not the only one who thinks that. He argues with Ghost alot on who likes it more, but they always agree when they team up on Sweetheart.
18+ MDNI
"Ghost, please..."
Ghost hums on her soft pussy, tongue swirling on her chubby lips. He kisses and sucks on them, thin strings of saliva connected to his chin and mouth. "Please what, love?" He eyes her as his fingers spread her open and glides his tongue slowly up, all the way to her pulsing clit and making her jolt. Soap groans on her skin, kissing each detail on her womb tattoo. "Y'need to speak up, St. Can't know what to do if ye'r tae wheesht." His hands travel up her sides, caressing and scratching her skin. Marking it as his.
Ghost sighs. "In English, Mactavish." He's getting tired of not understanding what the Scottish man is saying half the time. Soap grumbles, lips still attached to her tummy. "Simon..." Sweetheart whines out, hips squirming and eyes prickling with tears. The two men chuckle, knowing what she wants but not giving it to her quickly enough. Ghost reigns himself back, the lust and desire getting too hot for him when she whined out his name like that. He wanted to fuck her right then and there, but not yet.
"Say what you need, Sweetheart." Ghost mumbles, his tone low and caring. Hungry. His thumb does small circles on her clit, making her yelp, back arching off the bed and thighs squeezing Ghost's head to which he loves it. "Please! Please let me cum! I need-- I need it, please!" Sweetheart wails, overwhelming tears flow down her cheeks as her hand buries in Soap's hair and pulls. Soap's broken moan was heard by both of them, but his lips would not leave her tattoo. Teeth nibbling on the black ink, tongue sliding up to her bellybutton. He comes up for air finally, a lazy smile on his face. "Since we both agreed on liking this," his hand smooths over his tattoo on her body. "Beautiful piece of art, Lt., I think it's time we gave our Sweetheart what she deserves, aye?" Ghost grunts as he comes up from her legs and places a kiss on the tattoo, causing Sweetheart to mewl. "I think it is, Mactavish." Ghost says, both his and Soap's eyes turn dark and starved.
🧍♀️🧍♀️ ANYWAY
YEAH EVERYONE STILL LIKES IT LMAO
#where did that COME FROM HELP 😭😭😭#ghost call of duty#soap cod#ghost x reader x soap#soap x fem reader#ghost mw2#ghost smut#soap smut#black fem reader#cod oc#black reader#cod x y/n#141 sweetheart#141 sweetheart headcanons#hunter's ask lounge ☕️
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Hellooo again! I come once more with more Gaz thoughts. Seriously, bro, I am DROWNING in Gaz everything right now. Like.. I need to breathe him, need to intermingle our souls.. And intermingle from behind, from the front, from between- AHEM. Anywho~~
Kyle is a nerd, a geek, a total goof. I cannot for the life of me get that out of my head that he would take every opportunity he could to bring up stuff like Dungeons and Dragons. "You, uh.. You mentioned that a new movie came out? You wouldn't happen to be talkin' about the D&D movie, would you? You are! So I've heard-" And then he'd spill facts and lore and stories and "Oh! I have the newest edition manuals. I've read them and memorized the rules. Would you like to learn? I can be Dundeon Master!" Of course, it's the literal written law to say yes to him no matter what, so you obviously agree.
Well, as it turns out, the geeky little one-on-one that he would have thoroughly enjoyed with you during a solo campaign would be completely ruined by a boisterous Scotsman and a grumpy skull-face. Price would have joined, but he was busy(he really just wanted to take a nap like an over-exhausted single Mother running after said boisterous Scot and too-serious, overly-sarcastic skull-face)
With Kyle's plans utterly foiled,(he had PLANS, damnit!) he went on to begrudgingly teach Johnny and Simon what each die did, what each roll meant, how to write up a character and all the rest of that.(seriously, he really had plans for a solo sesh..)
"No.. Ghost, you cannot roll insight on a newborn Elf just because they might be the next bad guy.. This is the third time you've asked that, man, just leave it!" It was literally only the third session within the campaign, and Ghost was already on the highway to becoming a murder-hobo. It didn't help that Ghost had made a complete edgelord rouge with the backstory conforming to the stereotype. Opening the dictionary of stereotypes, Ghost's character was the single definition of it.
"Soap! Fucks sake, bruv, stop messing with me! Just because you want to hit on the made-up barmaid doesn't mean you physically have to act it out on me.. Soap!" Soap was also the definition of horny bard. Actually, Soap tried taking it up to an entirely higher extreme and physically attempted time and time again to act it all out. "Bu' think o' it, Gaz! It's all made up, why no' act it ou' as well?? It's fookin' genius!" "For the hundredth time, Soap, that's LARPING! Get your bloody hands off me, you git!"
And then there was you. Sweet, innocent little you. You were fairly normal, had done fairly normal actions that were consistent. Just a simple, happy, normal half-Elven fighter with a simple, happy, normal half-Elven fighter backstory. However.. His mistake was gifting you your first set of dice. He had bought the set specifically for you, bought it the moment he saw them, and immediately thought of you, that you would love to have them. He didn't know that that action, that simple little gift, would turn you into a dice Dragon.
"Bloody hell, what 'ave you done???" Session seven came around, and he was standing in your barracks dorm after getting a few complaints about your.. problem. There, spilling over your bunk and onto the floor, over the small little stand beside the bed, was several upon several sets of dice. "Beautiful, isn't it? Behold my treasure, for I am a Dragon! I have ascended to the heavens and have become my ultimate self!" "Bleedin'... Bleedin' hells, love.." He'd created a monster, but he couldn't be bothered to really care when it seemed to make you happy. He never had to worry about misplacing his own set now that you had so much to spare.
(I may or may not be a dice Dragon... It's not a problem, it's HAPPINESS)
I'm gonna be honest.
I have never, in my entire 29 years of unwillingly existing, have I ever seen one game of DND. I have no idea what it's about. When I ask people, they lose me in the details because they get too excited (i just get a wide look in my eye and nod every once in a while, because they're speaking with so much passion i'd never ruin that for them) or they give the sorriest explanations known to man because they don't have the patience to teach.
it doesn't help that i don't know anyone that plays it either.
now. I'd be doing exactly that as Kyle went on an explanation turned soliloquy, because it feels like he's now in a play, and i'm the audience with the way his hands gesture his words.
His eyes are bright, his face is lit up with joy and i have no idea what he's saying but he looks so good in his element.
And then he hands me a die.
It's one of the best things I've ever seen.
I'd look at him and ask him if he'd be willing to buy me more. The way he smiles at me has my cheeks burning.
Now I'm collecting all kinds of dice and hoarding it like Smaug.
He'll step on it, and yelps because it feels like a lego under his foot, but once he realizes it's something he's bought for me, he'll carefully place it back on the little bookshelf.
In anticipation of any more scattered treasure, he now drags his feet on the floor.
"Come along! Help yourself; There's plenty, and to spare!"
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Unspoken Desire
Bo Sinclair x female reader (he's an ass)
Vincent Sinclair x female reader
Vinny boy not so innocent (and he talks)
Angst, smut, cheating :P
You lived with the Sinclair brothers for some time now.
You knew Bo was interested in you from the very first second you two spent together. He was never ashamed to tell you or show you.. You two never really got official at first. It was just messing around, some kissing when he pushed you against a wall, grinding on him when he sat you on his lap leading into nights of passion.. Eventually, you got close together and long midnight talks revealed the complicated character of Bo. While there was fondness between you two, most of the time your days together ended one way, arguing. You loved him, yes he wasn't the best man, but you cared for him deeply. There was something that couldn't tear you apart, always pulling you into him more and more.
Bo was handsome that's for sure, his charming aura brightened the day. He could be nice and funny when he wanted, but usually he was blunt and rude. Not only to you.
You weren't in close relationship with his twin. Atleast not the first weeks. But then and now, you found yourself by Vincent's side whenever Bo was in one of his moods, when Bo was out of town because of something, and when you just wanted to talk. You told Vincent many, many things. He listened, sometimes he answered, gave you his opinion. He cared about you, he trusted you and even showed you his face, you were part of the family now. He cared a lot.. Something you didn't feel that much from Bo. He always called you nicknames, told you how sexy you are, but it's been almost a year and you never heard those three words out of his mouth. Whenever you told Bo you love him, he smiled to himself but never told anything back. It seemed like he was thinking about, if he actually feels the same. You two had many deep and personal convesations together, but you always felt like Bo isn't fully honest with you. And it bothered you..
Today wasn't very different. It started with Bo coming home late, little drunk.
You had cooked dinner, set up the table nicely, poured some wine. You just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend.. Because when was the last time that the two of you had sat in such peace together? You can't remember. You heard Bo coming home and just from the noise he was making, you knew it will be one of those nights. Bo had many unresolved problems and issues, and alcohol seemed to be his therapist and best friend in one. Whenever you brought up his behavior, and asked him if he wants to talk about what he feels, he snapped and got all defensive.
"What the fuck are ya playin at" "No i don't fuckin' wanna talk" "I don't know what you're talkin bout just shut up" "Take that stupid advice of yours and go bother someone else i ain't got time for this"
"Where the hell have you been?!" You yelled at him.
He could hear the disappointment in your voice, but he decided to add more gasoline into the fire instead of trying to make things right.
"You haven’t seen me for the whole day and the first thing you're gonna do is yell at me?" Bo stumbled backwards, leaning against the front door.
"I told you this morning! Don't be late, i want to spend some time together!"
He just rolled his eyes at you.
"Why the fuck are you drunk again?"
"Like i'm gonna confess to ya" Bo scoffed to himself. "You know what, end this interrogation and let's just go fuckin eat"
"What happend to us Bo? Why do you have to be like this nearly every damn day?!"
He looked you up and down before spatting "More like what happend to you"
"I mean look at ya" "Think that my biggest desire is to sit and smile like an idiot every fuckin evening? Well it isn't!"
"What the fuck Bo?!" "We are barely together! And when we are it's only about one thing!"
"You can be fuckin happy that i didn't replace you yet"
You felt tear stream down your face as he finished the sentence.
"I am very curious who would stick to your drunk ass and tolerate your bullshit everyday" Your voice cracked and you looked away for only a moment as you took a deep breath.
"It’s time to change the scenery, I'm fucking tired of you!" He yelled as he shut the door and left the house leaving you all alone again..
You were truly hurt. It's not like you haven't heard worse from him, but you didn't know if you want to keep hearing more. You knew he's gonna come home in few hours totally devastated either still pissed, or like usual, promising that everything is going to change. And in the morning there would be the „sober“ apologising part. Walking to the kitchen slamming your fists at the table, spilling over the wine glasses, breaking everything that came into contact with your hands that just wanted to hold and caress.. You sat down and cried, the table not so neat anymore.. You didn't want it to be like this. None of this was your fault, you knew that. And there is one person who understands you and your feelings.
You opened the door and walked downstairs, knocking before opening, you saw Vincent, maskless laying on his bed, reading.
"Y/N? What happened?" He tossed the book aside, sitting up. His voice was soft and almost apologetic while you simply stared back at him, face swollen because of how hard you cried.
"I-.. Bo he-.." You shook your head, couldn't bring yourself to talk about it.
"Shhh come here" Vincent opened his arms and you ran to him instantly.
But he knew exactly what happend. Vincent heard everything, he heard the fight and your breakdown afterwards. He was waiting for you, he knew you'll come downstairs. To him, like you always do. He smiled softly at that thought. Vincent stroked your back and whispered how it will be all good but deep down he knew that HE will make it all good.
You rolled to your side, clinging onto his sweater you said "Vince, don't leave me alone tonight"
That sentence made him feel all warm and proud inside.
He smirked. Vincent always got what he wanted, it was like that when he was a kid and it was like that now. Remembering how easy it was to make his parents think that he's truly just a damaged, soft little boy, and his twin is the evil one, as they liked to call him. Of course when Bo would go and tell his parents how bad Vinny is, they would be angry. At Bo. How dare he is to talk that way about the precious little artist? When Bo is the one who doesn't listen and always cause trouble! That was his trick. But Vincent didn't want to trick you. He honestly cared about you. Loved you.. But his twin was more slick, he had to give him that. Vincent just didn't understand and couldn't help but think how truly pathetic his brother is for not treasuring you and always ending up hurting you.
The woman who he wished to hold and kiss every night, the woman who always made him feel better with her presence, who talked and listened to his ideas, the woman who would help him when he got injured, sometimes it didn't even hurt that much, but who is he to say no to you? You. The perfect person for him. You two were laying on Vincent's bed for some time, no one saying a word. You had calmed down, your breathing was steady and your tears dried a long time ago. Vincent was now hugging you from behind. Feeling his breath on your neck, finding it calming, you closed your eyes, trying to forget about every little thing that troubled you.
But Vincent wasn't so calm inside. He had you like this and his mind wandered off to many places. The pressure in his pants not helping at all. He buried his face in your hair, taking in a deep breath, he lost all the remaining self-control and rolled his hips aganist your ass and your eyes widened. At first you thought it was because he moved closer, but then you felt it again and again, along with soft kisses on your neck.
You turned to face him right away, which he took as an invitation and slammed his lips on yours. Vincent groaned in pleasure as he devoured your mouth. You didn't know what was happening. That was Vincent.. Your boyfriend's brother..
This was wrong.. So wrong.. You pushed him away, both of you looking confused.
"Vincent what are you-" You didn't have time to finish because he got on top of you, pinning you down with his weight. Your arms were free though, you could have slapped him or something, at least try to push him off, but you didn't. You were looking at him, you couldn't believe that Vincent would ever.. That YOU would ever.. He kissed your neck hungrily again, and your breath hitched as you felt tingles rush from your neck to a different part of your body.
"You have no idea.." Vincent started, his voice deep and rough "How long i've been waiting for this moment." He kissed you again, grabbing your hip with one hand and grinding his hips aganist yours.
"We.. we shouldn't.." You stuttered. "Vincent.. please stop, oh god stop.."
"Mhm, don’t think I can stop.. don't really want to" Vincent whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He bit your lip gently and tilted his head to the side.
"Vince, this is wrong.." You moaned.
"Then why are you pulling me so hard to you?" He asked, the forced innocence in his voice almost funny, considering what he was doing to you.
You didn't even register that your arms weren't next to your body anymore, but one on his back and the other on his waist.
"But Vincent.." You didn’t want him to stop, but it had to. It wouldn’t be right..
"Change of scenery, i'm fucking tired of you!" You replayed the scene from earlier in your head. 'Change of scenery indeed' You thought.
You took your hand and placed it on his cheek, leaning in to kiss him. He looked at you, making sure you're really okay with this. You nodded, pulling him back down for another kiss. That's when Vincent's patience ran out as he ripped your t-shirt, sliding off your bra. Fingers now trailing your nipples. He lowered himself as he took one breast in his mouth, playing with the other one. You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him in, feeling the butterflies when he kissed and played with both of your breasts together.
"Vinny" You moaned out. He was now in your panties with his hand, circling your clit, playing with your wetness. Vincent undid your pants, throwing them aside, his own were next. He lowered himself again, kissed and licked your pussy before shoving his fingers in. He pumped them in and out, licking your clit again, recieving sounds from you that were 10 times better than he imagined.
He felt his hard cock beg for attention, his pink tip feeling the texture of the sheets, making him moan into your pussy.
"More" Was the only thing he needed to hear.
He took out his fingers and shoved himself into you roughly, shutting his eye tight, trying to hold himself. Vincent grabbed your hips tightly and began to fuck you violently. Everything he was feeling needed to be let out. That goes for you too. He made an internal promise that he is going to fuck thoughts of Bo out of you. He will do anything, anything you ask him to do. Anything it takes to make you cry out his name. He kind of wishes for his brother to hear you too. But now his main priority is to make you feel good. Your pussy was hugging him so good that he thought he's gonna cum any minute. You played with your clit, the other hand holding onto him. You were moaning non-existing things, feeling the pleasure knot in your stomach, you arched your back and whimpered.
"Oh Vin.. Don't fucking stop!"
With that, Vincent took your legs and threw them over his shoulders, fucking you hard and fast. He could feel that he won't last long. And he also felt that he was hitting your sweet spot when your mouth hanged open, legs trembling while he held them. Your hands were trying to find something to hold onto. You gripped his thighs slightly, and dug your nails in them. Getting another groan from him. That was it. Your hips were shaking as your orgasm took over you. You whined as you felt Vincent pounding your now sensitive pussy.
"Oh f-fuck" Vincent moaned, shook your legs off his shoulders and kissed you deeply. You pulsed around him and with that, he came hard. Fucking out his orgasm, hugging you as he filled you with everything he got.
"My brother has chosen well, too bad i'll never let him touch ya again" He said as he kissed you and booped your nose mockingly.
These upcoming days will be interesting..
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Trick or Treat!
Ao3 link || 2555 words
A novel concept if you think about it. what once started as a tradition to give a sacrifice in order to ward off ghosts – soap heard it started in France – now only a sacrifice of candy and sweets to children and the like.
Now soap sat in one of the loveseats in the rec-room, currently bugging the hell out of his lieutenant as he was trying to read. to be fair if the man really was annoyed, he'd tell soap to fuck off or he'd leave, so soap kept being a nuisance.
"You dressing up tonight, L.T.?" he had one leg thrown over the plush arm of the chair.
"What for, Johnny?" Ghost shot back with in an unamused tone, still not looking from his book. "Frankenstein" by Molly Wollstonecr- the rest of the author's name was cut off by ghost's fingers, soap idly noted.
"Fer Halloween." soap rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Aint that for kids? ' thought we were grown men in the military, last I checked." the Manc scrutinized, not even giving soap the time of day. speaking of which, it was still pretty light out and soap promised to help Gaz with his costume later.
"Nae! never too old for some free candy. besides even if there is don't you wanna dress up just for the hell of it, like when ye were a wee one?"
"Never done it before, don't see why I should do it now." ghost grumbled.
"Wha-! yu've never gone trick or treatin'? now yer jus pullin my leg." soap sputtered.
"Johnny, why would I lie?"
Soap frowned. well that's not very Halloween-y. he made up his mind then and there, time to make the skeleton man himself into the pinnacle of Halloween. he pulled out his phone and shot gaz a quick text.
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Bubbles 🫧: gonna b l8
Hatman🧢: K
Hatman🧢: Y ?
Bubbles 🫧: 👻 never been🚪2🚪
Hatman🧢: 👍
Hatman🧢: need help?
Bubbles 🫧: set up 🍬? gonna take him out 2nite
Bubbles 🫧: i'll help u after I get him done
Hatman🧢: 👍
Bubbles 🫧: thx
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"c'mon then, we've got some major work to do."
"what are you talkin' about?"
"I mean we've just been assigned a new mission." soap chuckled as he swung his leg off the arm of the chair and stood up.
"and what might this new mission be? and why wasn't I informed first?" said suspiciously, closing his book.
"'cus it's a special mission for me, I just need your help to complete it." he offered a hand to pull ghost up.
"uh-huh..." ghost took the hand, even as suspicion dripped from his voice, and soap could practically feel the narrowed eyes.
~~~~~~~~~
"sit." soap demanded as they entered his room. ghost took a seat on the bed, and soap set his hands on his hips. "so, what do ya wanna be?"
"... huh?"
"for Halloween."
"I thought you were supposed to be working on a mission, Johnny, not fuckin' 'round with Halloween costumes." ghost asked
"I am. what do you want to dress up as?" soap answered, as he sorted through his closet. "I got a vampire, though it might be a bit small on ya. Zombie but between you and me it's a little cliche. or- OOH! I have just the thing. wait here!"
soap sprinted down out the door and down the hallway, nearly pushing people out of his way in his haste. he flung open the door to the linen closet and grabbed the first set of whites that he saw — which was surprisingly hard to find amongst all the camo green and grey.
ghost was looking at the pile of crafts on his desk when he got back. he reached around ghost for a marker and scissors.
"ok stand up straight." he panted enthusiastically, unable to wipe off the grin plastered to his face. ghost did so, after a moment of staring at soap like he'd gone insane— which granted he might have but that was besides the point, because that had happened long ago.
as soon as the brit complied soap threw the sheet over ghost's massive frame.
"the fuck are you doing, Johnny?" ghost growled,as he fought off the fabric. soap shoved the marker and scissors in his mouth so he could catch ghost's hands in his own. as soon as soap grabbed him, he stopped struggling, and soap spit out the items in his mouth.
"jus hold still, I'm trynna do somethin'."
ghost sighed, but did as he was told. soap fixed the sheet so that is lay more evenly on his head and around his shoulders, it was oriented so that the corners were at the sides and front and back of ghost, and just barely dragged on the floor. he uncapped the marker and marked two little spots where the hard plate of Ghost's mask outlined his eyes. finally he allowed ghost to pull the sheet off. he phone buzzed in his pocket as he was handed the cloth.
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Hatman🧢: recruited 💰
Hatman🧢: progress?
Bubbles 🫧: 👍
Bubbles 🫧: made him a 👻
Hatman🧢: 🤨
Hatman🧢: how original...
Bubbles 🫧: shut it 😡
Bubbles 🫧: it's funny
Hatman🧢: ...yuh huh-...😭
Bubbles 🫧: just do ur job chuckles mcgee
Hatman🧢: 🫡
Bubbles 🫧: 🖕
~-~-~-~-~
he shoved his phone in his pocket again, and got to work on cutting out some eye holes. this was definitely coming out of his paycheck later, or someone's gonna get some awkward linens. ghost went back to browsing his desk. he wanted to get the holes as close to symmetrical as possible without marking it because they really didn't have time to put it in the wash.
"what's this, Johnny?" ghost broke the silence. soap looked up from and saw ghost holding up the red skull from his costume.
"ah it's for my costume. I figured I'd go as you this year, but obviously I couldn't steal your thunder so a took some creative liberties." he said, ignoring the heat flaring in his cheeks — he refused to be embarrassed about it. why should he be, it's just a costume.
ghost hummed and set it back on the desk, before picking up the shirt and pants he'd picked out. soap went back to evening the holes of the sheet, being careful not to make them too big.
"you keep all your costumes?"
"uhh.. only the ones I worked hard on." he said absentmindedly, holding up the sheet to see how it looked. "'k come 'ere."
ghost walked over and soap threw the sheet over his head again, adjusting it so that it was oriented the right way. then he stepped back to see his handiwork. all things considered it looked pretty good.
"you'll have ta go without the mask or it'll make the look bulky, we might reapply the eye black. I'd say it's a sucessful costume." soap rambled, making micro adjustments to the sheet.
"we?"
"er- you. I mean you, don't really need my help with that I suppose." he stumbled over his words, having realized his mistake.
"wouldn't mind the help. if that's cool with you."
"cool. yeah cool. awesome. totally cool."
"Johnny."
"yeah i'd be happy to help."
"why are ghosts always cowards."
that shocked soap out of his idiotic stupor. "huh?"... intelligent, MacTavish...
"'t's 'cus they've got no guts."
"aye 'n' beil yer heild." soap huffed. "terrible."
soap's phone buzzed again, and he pulled it out of his pocket.
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Hatman🧢: done. it's getting dark
Hatman🧢: progress?
Hatman🧢: gonna need 2 start on mine soon
Bubbles 🫧: done
Bubbles 🫧: ur room meet in 5
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"gotta run, L.T., gaz needs help suitin' up. so... I guess i'll come by your room when I'm done?"
"sure. see you then."
soap nodded, and then he was off, speedwalking through the halls — mentally cursing whoever put his and Gaz's room all the way across base from each other. like what kind of system is it to split up a task force, that just seems idiotic and impractical.
he did eventually make it. and by eventually he means like... 3 minutes of faster than average walking speed. he's impatient, OKAY! whatever.
when he opened the door to Gaz's room the man was attempting to zip up his dress. it was form-fitting, and on the shorter side— ending around the mid-thigh area, if his father saw any of his sisters wearing it, he might have told them to go change —and just looked expensive. soap won't claim to be a fashion expert, but he'd say that it complemented Gaz's skin complexion rather well.
"are you just gonna laugh at me struggling or are you gonna help me zip the damn thing up, Soap." gaz hissed at him. soap snickered but helped him nonetheless.
"makeup or corset next? we can do the accessories after."
"lets do makeup so I can breath while it's done."
logical. soap respected that.
"fair enough. hey, remind me to tell my sisters thanks for making me help them with their makeup."
"so needy, Tav." gaz joked, and gave him a nod.
soap gave him a playful shove as he reached for the pallet of eyeshadow, and eyeliner.
"so i'm thinkin' a smokey eye, then some wings. we should have gotten you some pink lashes to go, but oh well."
"sounds good."
admittedly soap was a little rusty, since it'd been a while since he's had any practice doing makeup, but it turned out okay. the eyeliner was the hardest part since he didn't want to stab out gaz's eye, but all in all, things could have been much worse.
"did you know you stuck out your tongue when you're concentrating?" gaz mused.
"aye, I get it from my dad." soap laughed. "okay, up. lets do the corset now. what time's it?"
"almost 7." gaz said, checking his phone as he stood up.
soap helped him slip it on, then started lacing it up. he made quick work of it, not unfamiliar with lacing up corsets either. he supposed that growing up in a large family of almost all girls would give someone a wide variety of skills. he was careful not to make it so tight that gaz couldn't breathe, but tight enough to hug his body like the dress.
"'k choker, then nails. think you can do the rest yourself? I promised to help ghost as well, and i still need to get my costume as well."
"yeah, yeah. for sure."
soap helped him clasp the pastel pink choker around gaz's neck, then helped him don the red press-on nails, and he was out the door. he made a stop at his room for his costume, hoping that ghost would let him use his bathroom.
he arrived with a knock, and it opened for him easily, with ghost's greeting call.
"if you wanna take off the mask, and put the sheet on I can- " he was cut off when ghost pulled the balaclava off in front of him without much fanfare, just shaking his blond curls out with a gloved hand. soap quickly shook himself out of his stupor and tossed the sheet over ghost, fixing it so it sat correctly over his head.
"how's it look, Johnny?"
"definitely needs the eye black for contrast." he hummed. "can I pull this up?" he asked, tugging the front of the sheet up just a bit. ghost nodded and flipped it over so the front of his face was exposed.
soap grabbed the eye black from the desk and started applying it in thick steady swipes of his fingers. ghost let him do as he pleased, even closing his eyes to let soap get over his eyelids too. it was over just a little too quickly for soap's preference, but he pulled the sheet down and, stepped back anyways.
"ah, can I steal your bathroom for like, 5 minutes, I havenae had a chance to change yet."
"'course. I'll help you do your eye black when you're done." ghost nodded.
soap threw a thanks over his shoulder as he headed to the bathroom. he threw on the jeans and hoodie first, next came the holsters, which he strapped tightly to his thighs to accentuate his ass because that's what ghost does. he's sure of it. last he put the soft balaclava, and opened the bathroom door, with the red skull-plate in hand.
ghost had him sit on his bed, as he shucked off his gloves.
"what instrument do skeletons play?" soap smiled. "the trom-bone." he said at ghost's look
"Christ, Johnny, that was worse than my own." ghost chuckled.
ghost knelt between his legs as he applied the stuff to his eyes, and he likewise closed his eyes to let him work. and again it was over far too quickly. but ghost gave him a few extra seconds by attaching the red skull-plate for him as well.
"thanks." soap breathed, and ghost nodded. "wanna go get gaz, the see what Price decided to wear?"
"sure. hey- what happened to your oh-so mysterious mission?"
"this is my mission. we're going trick-or-treating." soap smiled.
"sly dog." ghost laughed, leading the way out of his door.
they got to gaz's door in no time.
"gaz! we're ready! lets go find the captain" he yelled, pounding on the door.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'" gaz laughed as he walked out. "looks good, Ghost."
"thanks. it was Johnny's work." ghost nodded.
"ach, it's nothin'" he waved them off. "any of ye know what Price is? he wouldnae tell me."
he got a resounding no as an answer... up until they got to price's office and knocked on the door. said man proceeded to open the door with a fishing pole in hand.
"how creative, cap."
"look it was short notice." then man defended.
"aye, except that I had time to make ghost a costume- " soap rebutted.
"it's a Linnen with holes in it." price interjected.
"help gaz into his costume— which looks fantastic if i do say so myself. and get changed into my own costume after helping ghost." soap powered on.
"whatever." price waved him off with a smile, and soap let it go with a laugh. " we all ready?"
soap and gaz nodded, and assumably ghost too from the movement of the sheet. then they were all making their way through base, going from door to door with pillowcases in hand. they all fit right in with the younger members of base that were trick or treating, and everyone else was dressed up as vampires and werewolves and whatever else they fancied. the longer they were out the more fun it seemed ghost was having, and there hadn't even been any alcohol involved... yet. that would come after collecting candy, so that they could get piss drunk and eat enough candy to make them throw up.
they did make quiet a posse though. a ghost, a Ghost, a witch, and a fisherman. quite an odd combination, but if that didn't capture the high school experience of trick or treating then what did? once all was said and done, they even did the after trick or treating ritual of candy trades- one of his favorite parts, if he's honest.
#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#halloween fic#halloween#trick or treating#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#ghostsoap#soapghost#el rambles
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can you please write a dallas winston x reader angst? thank you!
Of course darling <3 Also I didn't know what pronouns you wanted so I just put my default pronouns (Fem) I hope thats okay! <3
It was another fight between you and Dallas. This time if was over something stupid.
"God y/n. I don't get how you can say that I'm selfish, I tried to help!" He said, slamming his hand down on your bed.
You rolled your eyes in response.
"Really? because it sure as hell didn't seem like it when you were talkin with Tim. And I tried to tell you but you just brushed me off like I was a bug."
It was at the Nightly Double and you ran to Dally.
"Dally! A soc broke my hair clip and the necklace you gave me!" You said, grabbing his arm with fear in your eyes, looking around to make sure they didn't follow you.
"Not now y/n, I'm talking to Tim." He said, lightly pushing you away, not even looking at you.
He looked at you, his face lightly red from how angry he was.
"Jesus, all this for a stupid hair clip and a necklace I stole?" He said, getting close to you.
You throw the items at your bedroom door in anger.
"Dally, I don't give a fuck about those! I'm mad because you were being a bitch and pushed me away when I needed you. They aren't stupid, Dal. They mean something to me because YOU gave them to me. But I guess they don't mean shit anymore." You snapped.
"Just get out, Dally." You whispered, not looking at him. Just like he did you.
"Y/n we can talk about it-"
You pushed him.
"I said get out!" You opened the door, showing him the way out. Even though he knew.
"Alright I'll leave. I'll come and see you tomorrow, yeah?" He said with hope in his voice.
You didn't't say anything and and waited, before seeing his figure walk out of your room.
You slammed your door and took a shower and went to sleep.
"Johnny I think I fucked up, man." He said, looking at his close buddy.
Johnny looked at him, confused.
"What happened?"
Dally didn't say anything right away, trying to not get emotional.
"I guess I did something I shouldn't have- well actually it was something I should've done..but I didn't."
Johnny looked at him, taking a hit from his cig.
"We were watchin a move and.. some soc decided to mess with er' or somethin and broke the hair clip and necklace that I gave er'. And I just pushed her away when she needed me."
"Did you apologize?" He asked, passing him the cig.
He paused for a minute.
"No..no I didn't't." He said, taking a puff and handing it back to him.
"But I am tomorrow. I just hope she ain't too mad at me."
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It wasn't even 7 in the morning when you heard a loud knock of your front door.
You groaned, getting up and headed downstairs, wanting to get back in bed as soon as possible.
You opened your front door.
"I will have the tag alongs and chocolate chip, 20 dollars take it or leave it, kid." You said rubbing your eyes.
Dallas smiled at you being sleepy, it was very cute in his opinion.
"Hey, man. Do I look like I girl scout to ya?" He said, hands in his pockets as he laughed.
"No. You look like a jackass." You said, your arms crossed and leaned against your door frame.
He smiled, not really knowing what to do.
"Well if you're just gonna stan here, I'm taking my ass back to bed." You said, shutting your front door, before it being pushed back open.
"No no. Please let me talk." He said frantically.
You hummed in response, letting him know you were listening.
"Um." He said, taking a necklace out of his jacket pocket, putting it on you.
"I-....I'm sorry. And I love you so much." He said, hugging you tightly.
You smiled, chuckling lightly.
"I love you too, Dally. Get in here. The next time you act like that, i'll kick your ass." You playfully threatened.
"Yes ma'am." He kissed your lips, shutting the front door.
#dallas winston headcanons#dallas winston x reader#sodapop headcanons#johnny cade#johnny cade headcanons#johnny cade x reader#sodapop x reader#ponyboy curtis#ponyboy headcanons#ponyboy x reader
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Not Alive, Nor Dead
[PREV PART] [AO3]
Hello! I'm back! I planned the next 3 chapters on the plane, so I thought writing would be easier.
I was wrong. Chapter got hands. Anyways hope you enjoy more of concussed Soap lmao
Alejandro led them to the main complex, through a series of roads connecting the prison. Ghost kept an eye on the sky, watching Garrick shoot Shadows from above.
“Bravo!” the Sergeant radios in, “Shadows approaching your position, I don’t have a clear shot. Incoming from your 9, Ghost.”
He and Rudy exchange a look, “copy, keep thinning them out.” Ghost replies, taking note of Soap’s glassy stare.
“We got hostiles inbound?” Johnny asks excitedly, wiggling his fingers, “I’ll take care o’ them LT, you can kick back and relax-”
“Oh no, Sergeant,” Ghost grabs the strap on the back of Soap’s vest, “you’re staying right here with me until your head is screwed on right.”
He ignores Johnny’s useless attempts at persuading Ghost to let him go, and turns to the Vaqueros, “you can take care of a few Shadows, right? Me and Johnny can go check the CCTV.”
Alejandro smirks at the bumbling Sergeant in his hands, “you got it, hermano. We’ll meet you there.”
Rudy spots a soldier rushing towards them, running ahead and instantly freezing the Shadow. He grabs the rifle the unhuman dropped and cracks it down on the frozen soldier, shattering him.
The Sergeant Major throws the gun to Alejandro, shouting at Ghost and Soap, “go!”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Ghost drags Johnny towards the room he remembers marked ‘Security’ on Rudy’s map.
“I could’a destroyed ‘em oll in a second, Ghostie…” Johnny moans.
Ghost sighs for the twentieth time since entering the room, “I know, Johnny.” He notes of the several cells full of men in block B, Shadows swarming the halls. The Vaqueros.
Soap gives him what could be ‘puppy-eyes’ from the chair Ghost has put him in timeout in (his words), “yer so mean, Simon.”
He looks up from the monitor he’s been fiddling with to level his Sergeant with a stare, “I know. Now focus on healing your bloody brain so you can actually help.”
Soap opens his mouth to retort, but he abruptly closes it, eyes widening.
“...Johnny?”
Soap’s cheeks flush, “Simon, I am so sorry, I don’t know what teh fuck I was saying…” Johnny rubs at his eyes, “fuckin’ talkin’ about how pretty yer eyelashes are.”
Ghost huffs, smile stretching his hidden lips, “you said eyes before. Good to know you like those too.”
Johnny looks like he got caught with his pants down, before his usual sense of confidence takes over, “I can tell ye I like a whole lot more than just that-”
“If I have to hear you muppets flirt one more time, I’m going to consider staying in this fuckin’ shithole, fucking hell…”
“Price?!” Ghost and Soap exclaim together, “Where are you?!”
“Graves isolated me, the fuckin’ bastard…” the Captain grumbles in their minds, “you got Gaz with you, correct?”
“Yes sir.” Ghost confirms.
“Good. You two, get Farah and Alex out, they should be in block C. Graves got Shadows trained on Alex at all times to keep Farah in check, so you’ll need to work quiet and fast.”
Ghost switches cameras, finding block C and the two revenants.
Soap’s voice fills his mind, “what about you, Captain?”
“Kyle will get me, there’s a window right in front of my cell. Tell him to get to the tallest building, block A.”
“Copy, glad to hear you’re solid, Price.” Ghost gets off the computer, patting Johnny’s shoulder, “I’ll inform Vargas and Parra of the Vaqueros’ location and head for Karim and Keller.”
“Good copy. Keep yourselves safe.”
“Out here.”
Rudy and Alejandro meet them on the way out, both clearly frazzled and adrenaline-fueled. “Found anyone?” Rudy asks between pants.
“Vaqueros are on block B.” Ghost switches his comms on, “Garrick, Price talked to us, he’s on the top of block A, should be a window. Get him and meet us at-”
“The front gates.” Alejandro finishes, “there are several trucks for us to use, the Vaqueros will clear the way out.”
“Copy, on my way.” Gaz relays.
Soap checks his rifle’s ammo one last time, “me and Ghost’ll go for Farah and Alex, we’ll join the fight on the gates.”
Rudy pats both their shoulders, nodding assuredly, and turns to leave with Alejandro towards block B.
Soap smiles up at him, a dangerous edge to the way fire licks around his gun, “time for us to wipe out some Shadows, aye?”
Ghost smirks, “on you, Sergeant.”
Johnny is truly a thing of beauty on the field. A firestorm, unstoppable blaze, vaporizing dark figures as easily as breathing.
Ghost watches his six, taking down any stray Shadows making a move at him, but for the most part he gets to admire the Sergeant, the flowing way he explodes soldiers.
It would scare him, how beautiful Johnny is. If it wasn’t so distractedly brilliant.
“Clear!” Soap calls ahead, fire ebbing between his fingertips, dark marks on the walls all that’s left of his enemies.
Ghost hums, “good work, Sergeant. Our revenants should be right up ahead, stay sharp.”
Johnny grins, his step a little more energetic when he rounds the corner, “aye sir.”
Ghost and Soap reach block C, marked by huge letters on the walls. They both drop to a crouch, finding a single cell with about a dozen Shadows guarding it.
Ghost holds up one, then two fingers, pointing ahead. He closes his fist and Johnny nods, tensing up in preparation.
His Sergeant waits for his mark.
Ghost opens his hand, motioning forward.
Shadows erupt into smoke, metal bars sizzle and melt. The fight is over in a blink of an eye.
He walks over dark soot on the dirty prison floor, approaching Commander Karim, who has a bewildered expression on her face. She and Keller are tied to chairs, facing each other.
“Lieutenant.” she tilts her head.
Ghost whips out a knife, swiftly cutting through her bindings, “Commander.” Johnny went ahead and freed Alex as well.
“That’s some serious firepower you got there, Soap. You sure you don’t want to come with us to Urzikstan?” Alex jokes as he rubs at his raw wrists.
Johnny laughs, smiling at Ghost, “sorry, got previous reservations.”
“Bummer.” the American sighs, taking the rejection easily.
Ghost grabs a pistol that looks decently unburnt and tosses it to Farah, “the Vaqueros are working on clearing a path for our extraction, we’re going to join as additional support. Sergeant Garrick is getting the Captain.”
Commander Karim sharply nods after checking the gun, “we’ll come with you, I got unfinished business with that dog Graves.” she looks at Alex, who finds a gun for himself as well.
Ghost presses the button on his radio, “Rudy, we got Karim and Keller, on our way to you. What’s your status?”
Gunshots sound through the tinny mic before he answers, “Graves is trying to push us back, we’re holding currently! Backup will be appreciated!”
The four of them start towards the Vaqueros, “on our way, Parra. Hold strong.”
“Always, Fantasma.”
Soap turns on his comms as well, “Gaz? Got the Captain?”
“No- will try- around-” Garrick’s voice cuts off, the wind too strong for it to come through.
“Bad copy, Sergeant, repeat.” Ghost joins on their line.
“Working on it!”
“Copy, get to the gate once you’re done.”
The front gates are a mess of powers, ice and fire blooming on the dirt road. The battlefield sounds almost deafening.
Alex and Farah run ahead, Keller disappearing from view and the Commander right in tow, deflecting bullets left and right. Ghost can see Rudy ahead, turning Shadows into ice sculptures for Alejandro to shatter with well-placed shots.
Ghost grabs Soap before he can join them, “stick close, Sergeant.”
“Yes sir.” Johnny doesn’t even look up, running and plowing through hails of bullets. Ghost goes off to the edges of the battle, picking off stragglers and sending them to the void. He only lets Limbo out for a second, the victims taking hold of the Shadows and dragging them back with them.
From the outside, it looks like they were swollen by darkness. An act that has earned Ghost his terrifying reputation.
Soap spots him from beyond the field, throwing him a thumbs up, “good work, LT! Fuckin’ beautiful, sir.”
“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” he mutters as he takes two more Shadows off this realm.
“Tactical compliments, sir. It’s all the rage these days.” Johnny snickers, and he rolls his eyes fondly.
The fight is missing someone… “Garrick, status.”
Gaz’s line is dead. Ghost stops in his tracks, “Gaz, sitrep, now.” nothing.
Fuck. He switches to the main line, “anyone had eyes on Gaz in the last 15 minutes?”
“Negative, saw him go into the tower at block A about 30 minutes ago.” Alejandro replies.
Ghost’s heart races faster, his voice level, “I’m going to go find them, Soap, on me-”
The Shadows on the field start laughing, voice garbling into a demonic cackling.
“Took you long enough to notice, Lieutenant.”
Ghost grabs the nearest Shadow, “what the fuck did you do with them?” he coldly smashes the Shadow’s head with his knee.
The broken body falls, Graves’ voice still clear, “you want your little teammates? Better come to the courtyard, Ghost… oh, and bring the Sergeant with you, would ya? I’ve got a few… choice words to exchange with him.”
Ghost stomps the soldier’s head, shutting the American up for good. He locks eyes with Johnny, heart attempting to beat out of his chest.
“Clock’s ticking, Simon Riley…” Shadows whisper around him.
Soap runs to him, face confused and enraged, “what did he say, Simon?! Where are Price and Gaz?”
“Courtyard…”
Johnny looks back, before staring at Ghost, “well? What are we waiting for?”
Sometimes, Ghost feels like his gut can tell the future. With the way it churned and turned before he was thrown into that grave. How it ached to spill out when Soap asked him to promise, sign a death sentence on his Sergeant.
In the ice burning his insides, as he watches stars reflect in Johnny’s eyes, awaiting the command, ready to follow him into certain doom. Right into the snake’s den.
Ghost take Soap’s hand, silently starting to walk towards the courtyard.
His gut screams at him to stop, to curl bloodied hands around his Sergeant, protect him from malicious shadows.
Ghost’s mind, however, a soldier’s, a leader’s, tells him to keep walking.
The Shadows ignore them, splitting before them like the Red Sea.
Johnny pulls at his hand, making him meet his eyes.
“We’re connected now, Simon. In a way Graves, hell no one else, can understand.” he smiles softly, “they can’t separate us.”
His words hold so much conviction, so much confidence and yet also care, the ice in his gut melts.
The thawed water tells Ghost he will live to regret that.
“We go together.” Simon squeezes a burning hand.
Fire binds them, an unbreakable vow. “Together.”
Graves sees Soap and Ghost happy and asks himself "how can I ruin their day this time?"
#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mw2#cod ghost#cod soap#cod gaz#cod price#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#farah karim#alex keller#rodolfo parra#alejandro vargas#phillip graves#literally everyone lmao its like a family reunion#revenant au#call of duty fic#call of duty fanfic#call of duty modern warfare#cod fic#cod fanfic#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#i really dont like how the start of this chapter is written#i had to get back into writing after the break i got#this chapter was originally one but I realized this would be too long#and my wrist hurts already so I had to split it
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(Five years)
((Y’know when you settle into marriage and you’ve seen every flaw and can make jokes about things that probably weren’t funny at the time? Well I don’t but I assume this is how it is))
“You are such an asshole, you know that?”
Kerry currently had his husband pinned down, his head between his hands as he searched his head. He had been very correct and he was very happy, because Vax was started to gray at the age of 37. Rogue had 40, Johnny had 35. Kerry had said before 40 but after 35. But with how Vax dyed his hair so often it was hard to truly tell when it had began.
“Yes I have been called that many times in my age, but now Rogue and Johnny owe me 50 eddies each.” He sat back in triumph on his husband, arms crossed as Vax huffed.
“It’s because you assholes stress me out.”
“Have you seen how you work? Everything stresses you out.”
“Hey!”
Vax pouted, glaring up at the man he had basically promised his life too. Kerry was by far his biggest supporter and yet his biggest bully. But he had been told that’s how you know your marriage was a strong one.
“…you do realize you are a whole 97 year old man correct? Talkin to ME about white hairs- Oh hell no, sir. You are not getting out of this-“
Vax had to latch on to keep Kerry in his lap, who was currently trying to escape his ‘wrath’. It was Vax’s turn to pin him down.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish.” Vax grinned, hearing a groan leave his partner. “Remember when you aimed a gun at three 19 year olds? I thought Red was gonna beat you up-“ Vax laughed when Kerry restarted his attempt of getting up and leaving. “You thought you were sooooo tough, it was adorable honestly.”
“Is it possible to suffocate myself like this?” Kerry wondered out loud, making Vax roll him over to force him to face him.
Kerry huffed at him, and Vax could see the gears turning to try to think of a comeback.
“…At least I didn’t get shot by an asshole names Dex-“ the words left Kerry’s mouth before he could stop them. Vax sat up fully and stared down at his husband in disbelief, honestly more impressed that he even had the balls to say that.
V pursed his lips for a moment before making the ultimate decision. “No sex for a month.”
“WHAT?”
“You heard me.”
“Babydoll I am so sorry-“
“Nope.” Vax was grinning, but mainly because it was fun seeing Kerry immediately crumble and beg, a sick part of Vax enjoyed it. “No sex for a month.”
“How else could I make that up to you.” Vax could see that Kerry really did seem to feel bad for the comment, and V knew they were just fucking around.
“Buy me dinner,” Vax gave him a little kiss to show he wasn’t truly angry. “And I will think about it.”
“Deal.”
#i’ve been thinking about this all day#it’s bad but idc I need cuteness#cyberpunk 2077#kerry eurodyne#cyberpunk kerry#kerry#cyberpunk v#male v#male v cyberpunk#vax eurodyne#kerry x v#kerry eurodyne x v#kerry x male v#v x kerry#EuroV#kerry eurodyne x male v#male v x kerry#cyberpunk fiction#cyberpunk fic#otp: supernova
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Hello can we just get some conversations between Eddie and Southern Belle? Maybe one where someone was mean to him and she protects him
Hiii babes!! Ohh yes you can get some conversations that include a protective Belle! I hope you enjoy💖
-find all things Eddie and his Southern Belle here✨
*Eddie doesn’t think you need to say anything but that’s where he’s wrong because no one talks to your sugar plum like that*
“Baby you don’t have to say anything.” “Yes I do…she called you a weirdo and that is just not gonna fly with me sugar plum.” “Sweethea-” “oh I’m so mad I could spit…who does she think she is talkin to you like that? It’s just beyond rude.” “Baby it’s okay we can just go have lunch somewhere else.” “I’ll be damned if she’s gonna get away with being mean to you Edward…now be a sweetie and hush while I tell her where she can shove her weirdo remark.” “Baby-” “Hi sugar…oh…Amy is it? Well you made quite a rude little snide comment about my boyfriend when we walked in so I’d like you to say you’re sorry.” “Excuse me?” “Bless your heart you mustn’t have heard me…tell my boyfriend sorry…now if you don’t mind.” “Uh…sorry?” “Now honey I know you can do better than that.” “Here we go…come on baby she said sorry let’s just go eat.” “Yeah I’d listen to your little boyfriend…go enjoy your meal…sugar.” “Oh fuck…” “what the actual fuck did you just say to me?…hold my purse honey bunch.” “This isn’t gonna go well…”
“What is the fresh hell is goin on in here? Why does my livin room look like a crime scene in a craft store?” “Sorry baby I got a little carried away with the campaign…I’ll clean it don’t worry.” “Oh I’m not worried sugar….but why is the coffee table all cattywampus?” “Catty what?” “Oh lord honey you ain’t never heard of cattywampus? It just means crooked.” “Oh..who the hell came up with that instead of just saying crooked?” “Edward James what the hell did you do to my kitchen?” “Oh shit I forgot to clean from lunch…don’t worry it’ll all be cleaned up by the time you get out of the shower.” “Oh honey bunches you’re bout to be busier than a cat on a hot tin roof cleanin this mess up.” “Busier than a what on a roof?” “I don’t have the energy for this sugar…I’m gonna go stand under some hot water and cool down.” “Baby that-” “tell me that doesn’t make sense and I will throw this frying pan at the back of your pretty little head.” “Sorry sweetheart…I love you go enjoy your shower.” “I love you too puddin…good luck fixin all this.”
“This looks horrible…” “we just need to church it up a bit that’s all.” “Church it up?” “Yeah…you know..make it pretty.” “How are we going to make a casserole pretty?” “Aren’t you just so precious sugar plum…don’t worry you’re little head about it.” “You’re just going to cover it in cheese aren’t you?” “And if I am? What’s it to you?” “Nothing…that will…make it prettier that’s for sure.” “Are you bein ugly to me right now? In my own kitchen?” “I’d never…” “that’s what I thought…” “I’ll just go wait in the living room.” “That sounds like a great idea honey.”
“I’m jus sayin…she could start an argument in an empty house…but you gotta love her.” “I mean we…don’t have to.” “Edward James…” “I’m just saying she argues with you about everything…why do we have to hang out with her?” “Because she’s one of my dear friends and just because she likes to argue and poke fun doesn’t mean we just abandon her…that would be like if you stopped hangin out with Dustin because he was a little annoying.” “Your friend being rude isn’t anything like Dustin being a little annoying….” “Whatever you say sugar just…promise you’ll be nice?” “I promise…”
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-- Junuvu~iēbu ōhi: Subete junchō no yōdesu. Arigatōgozaimasu, taishi. Ryō ōkoku wa ashita no kekkonshiki-go ni seishiki ni kamei suru yoteida. Junbi wa dekite imasu ka, dārin? Erika: Junbi wa dekimashita... Wa wa wa, mā... Dominiku-ō: Watashi no hanayome ni naru tamedesu. Erika: Wā! Pureminjā: Kanojo o tsukamaete kudasai! Kanojo wa sagi-shida! Junuvu~iēbu ōhi: Pureminjā, nani o shite iru no? Erika `te o hanashite!' Dominiku-ō: Ōjo o kaihō shite kudasai! Pureminjā: Kanojo wa nisemonoda! Futsū no binbōninda! Junuvu~iēbu ōhi: Watashi ga jibun no musume o shiranai to iu nodesu ka? Pureminjā: Watakushijishin, shinjitsu o hakken shita bakaridesu, heika. Naze saikin Jurian ni awanai no ka fushigi ni omowanakattadesu ka? Kare wa kono sagi-shi to kyōbō shite iru noda! Karera wa issho ni ōjo o tsurete ōritsu kōzan ni kakushimashicool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now but wait till you get older But t
h, he's just - - He's just a little nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox. Talk, you boneheaded dolt - - -T
hat's it. I've heard enough. Guards! -No, no, he talks! He does. I can talk. I love to talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing you ever saw. -Get her out of my sight. -No, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk! {Gasps} -Hey! I can fly! -He can fly! -He can fly! -He can talk! -Ha, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying, talking donkey. You might have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey fly. Ha, ha! Oh-oh. {Grunts} -Seize him! -After him! He's getting away! {Grunts, Gasps} {Man} -Get him! This way! Turn! -You there. Orge! -Aye? -By the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated..... resettlement facility. -Oh, really? You and what army? {Gasps, Whimpering} {Chuckles} -Can I say something to you? -Listen, you was really, really, really somethin' back here. Incre
dible! Are you talkin' to - - me? Whoa! -Yes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they was all of thaname? -Uh, Shrek. -Shrek? Well, you know what I like about you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-uttons. -All right then. Who's hiding them? -Okay, I'll tell you. Do you know the muffin man? -The muffin man? -The muffin man. -Yes, I know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? -Well, she's married to the muffin man. -The muffin man? -The muffin man! -She's married to the muffin man. {Door opens} -My lord! We found it. -Then what are you waiting for? Bring it in. {Man grunting} {Gasping} -Oh! -Magic mirror - - -Don't tell him a
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adas And getting caught in the rain -Princess Fiona. If you're not into yoga -She's perfect. All I have to do is just find someone who can go - - -But I probably should mention the little thing that happens at night. -I'll do it. -Yes, but after sunset - - -Silence! I will make this Princess Fiona my queen, and DuLoc will finally have the perfect king! Captain, assemble your finest men. We're going to have a tournament. -But that's it. That's it right there. That's DuLoc. I told ya I'd find it. -So, that must be Lord Farquaad's castle. -Uh-huh.
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Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!
"What's up Draco?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said shyly.
But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.
次の日、私��寝室で目覚めました。雪が降ってまた雨が降ってきました。私は棺の扉を開け、持っていた瓶から血を飲みました。私の棺は黒い黒檀で、中には端に黒いレースが付いたホットピンクのベルベットがありました。私は棺から出て、パジャマとして使っていた巨大なMCR Tシャツを脱ぎました。代わりに、私は黒い革のドレスを着て、五芒星のネックレス、コンバットブーツ、そして黒い網タイツを着ました。ピアスを4つつけ、髪をボサボサお団子のような形にまとめました。
私の友人のウィロー (AN: レイヴンはあなたです!) が目を覚まし、私に笑いました。彼女は腰まで届く長い漆黒の黒髪をピンクの縞模様で翻し、森のような緑色の目を開いた。彼女はマリリン・マンソンのTシャツを着て、黒のミニパンツを着て、網タイツを履いて、とがったハイヒールのブーツを履いていた。私たちは化粧をします（黒の口紅、白のファンデーション、黒のアイライナー）。
「OMFG、昨日あなたがドラコ・マルフォイと話しているのを見ました！」彼女は興奮して言いました。
「ええ？ それで？」私は顔を赤らめながら言いました。
「ドラコは好きですか？」私たちがスリザリンの談話室を出て大広間に入るとき、彼女は尋ねました。
「いや、そんなことないよ！」私は叫びました。
"ええ、その通り！"彼女は叫んだ。
そのとき、ドラコが私に近づいてきました。
"こんにちは。"彼は言った。
"こんにちは。"私は軽薄に答えた。
"何だと思う。"彼は言った。
"何？"私は尋ねた。
「そうですね、グッド・シャーロットはホグズミードでコンサートを開く予定です。」彼は私に言った。
「ああ、なんてことだ。クソだ。神よ！」私は叫びました。
GCが大好きです。
彼らはMCR以外で私のお気に入りのバンドです。
「それで……一緒に行きませんか？」彼は尋ねた。
私は息を呑んだ。Tsugi no hi, watashi wa shinshitsu de mezamemashita. Yuki ga futte mata ame ga futte kimashita. Watashi wa hitsugi no tobira o ake, motte ita bin kara chi o nomimashita. Watashi no hitsugi wa kuroi kokutan de, nakaniha hashita ni kuroi rēsu ga tsuita hotto pinku no berubetto ga arimashita. Watashi wa hitsugi kara dete, pajama to shite tsukatte ita kyodaina MCR tīshatsu o nugimashita. Kawari ni, watashi wa kuroi kawa no doresu o kite, gobōsei no nekkuresu, konbattobūtsu, soshite kuroi ami taitsu o kimashita. Piasu o 4tsu tsuke, kami o bosabosa o dango no yōna katachi ni matomemashita. Watashi no yūjin no u~irō (AN: Reivun wa anatadesu! ) Ga
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
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cirtcele rehtehw rednop yeht reveN
thgin eht hguorht ti edam gnivah levraM
ot trats selcitrap eht ,thgirb sworg ti nehW
(etirdned noxa ,etirdned noxA) (em pleh ,em pleH) eht sa gnitnacni ecnemmoc snuN
([?]) yærp dna rewoc ot uoy redro I
drol ruoy ma I ,modgnik ym ni ereH
yawa em yrrac dna em revileD
ygrene thguoht fo skraps gnirettacS
elbuort rof tsriht a setas suineg yhT
llul fo llah eht ni gnikeirhS
elbbur rednu gnipsag srewolf ehT
nwod
-sincerely, you have now joined the ranks ofbfhsa,gvfjfh , if you'd likemoreinformationpleaseseethefrontdeskibiteatthehandthatfeedsmescrathatthefacethatetasmesomegjysndofanimalcannibal, made impresiions on mthis is giberish from hell anon signing off fyi
I think this is the ultimate troll wth...
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CH 2
NAT POV
I checked over my reflection in the mirror. Another year another Christmas party. My mom and Joes mom always threw one and it was a big deal like half his family came and these guys had a big family. Josh had been weird the past few months hell I remember my birthday asking if he was mad at me and he said no and we argued because I called him out on how he'd been acting. Walking out I bumped into a brick wall and looked up meeting Josh's brown eyes.
"Sorry uce." I muttered hands on his chest.
"You good snickers I ain't know you was up here." I rolled my eyes playfully as I nudged him. That nickname stuck. Thicker than a snicker and it stuck. Him Jon and Joe started saying it the minute I started getting curves at first it was what the hell happened to you because I got curves and a ass and tits seemingly overnight at 12 and by 13 the nickname had stuck and they also started practically being guard dogs and wanting to kill any guy who wanted near me. Hence why I was a damn virgin until I'd asked Joe; truthfully as much as I thought Joe and Jon were hot there was just always something about Josh that once I started to notice boys and how hot my three best friends were I developed a crush but wouldn't say anything because I didn't want it to be weird and I never asked Josh because of that I'd be embarrassed if he'd said no and hurt and secondly I didn't think Jon would let us live it down and I didn't wanna constantly hear about it. Josh still had his hands firmly on my waist as he slid one behind my back pulling me into his chest more than I was as I looked up at him as he started smirking.
"J, what you doing." He pointed up and my eyes followed seeing the mistletoe hanging over our heads.
"You know what they say right." He replied softly as I gulped slowly nodding
"So what about it?" He took a hand off me to grip my face in his hand as he pulled my face in bending his head as he placed his full lips against mine. I gasped in shock as I quickly slid my hands to his face as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I'd only kissed Joe but with Josh it was all way different. Jesus he could kiss, everything including the noise from downstairs of our families mingling faded as we kissed and Josh and I walked no we ran across a line that was like the damn end zone, end game, this was like every cheesy girl movie and weird romance novel I knew my mom read. This is that soulmate kiss like everything in the puzzle finally fit.
"Aye uce you see- oh shit!"
"What?-oh shit!" Jon and Joes voices snapped us out of it as we jerked back looking at them Josh never removing his hands from me and I had my face hiding in his chest.
"Snickers and Ucey uce y'all getting it in with the mistletoe."
"Shut up Jonathan." I said as he looked at me.
"Aye im just sayin and bout time shit uce been pawnin over you for months naw years."
"What?" I said looking at him.
"What 13 hit hard."
"Why ain't you say anything? Oh my god I'm just like all them girls be talkin-"
"No you not." All three said.
"Yes I am."
"Snick no you aren't." Joe said softly. Knowing everything going through my head. They all knew when something bothered me but I guess being so close with Joe he could read me like a book.
"Yeah I am. Josh." I sighed looking at him "we can't hook up, like that kiss was bomb and they interrupted it but you not gonna want me."
"Why your beautiful look I know being best friends with us is weird but I know you felt-"
"I slept with Joe." I blurted out as they all looked at me
"And that means what?"
"Josh for real I fucked your cousin what it gonna look like if we hook up; I'm really keeping it in the family huh."
"Snickers I've known for a few months you and uce hooked up, wish you would've asked me to take the vCard because I wouldn't have said no because I like you too but I get it you've known him longer and y'all bond different. and fuck every one else hell no one even know about that but us."
"You knew? You told him?" I asked Joe who held his hands up.
"No he did."
"Jon!" I protested "you told Jon, ugh Leati Joesph Anoai, I can't tell you anything."
"Oooo you in trouble uce she done said your government."
"Look I walked in and they were talking and he was pissed at me."
"Yeah I told uce Snickers, he was saying he liked you and was trying find a way to tell you and I told him about you and Joe." I looked over at Josh who still had his arm around me.
"I didn't know."
"Me either and I was mad he got you first I'm tired of always competing with my brothers and shit thought here's a girl they wouldn't go for don't know why and then uce told me you and uce hooked up and he walked in at the end, you mad I told you?"
"I like you too Joshua." I said gently.
"Say it again?"
"I like you too Josh-" he cut me off kissing me again before pulling back.
"Your not fucking my brother."
"Oh my god Josh."
"What you ain't and fuck all them bitches who said your with all of us they just mad they not and mad you really could pull us with ya fine ass.
"Josh"
"It's true."
"Yeah well his girlfriend helped make it worse." I said pointing at Jon
"Aye I broke up with her thank you."
"Yeah and that made it worse because then it was a you left cause of me."
"How many times we gotta tell you haters gon hate."
It took three weeks for my three best friends to get me to date Josh. I was so worried about what others people would think if they ever knew I'd lost my virginity to Joe but was now dating Josh. I'd felt it give weight to people running their mouths like they already did. Dating Josh was a lot different than being friends with Josh, he was always loving but when it's geared towards you a different way it's different but I liked it, he was sweet and romantic and the day Eki and his dad found out they grilled his ass like I was their kid not that he was their son and nephew Eki said you hurt her ima beat your ass. Our first date we went and watched a scary movie Final Destination and grabbed dinner from some pizza place and Josh he'd shown up with my favorite flowers, roses and sunflowers. They were compiled together in a beautiful bouquet. Our first date I mean I'd always known my friends were special but this was when I realized Josh was different.
3 MONTHS LATER
I sat my back against Josh's headboard and his head in my lap. We were hanging out spending some time together, homework was done and Jon, Joe and the little brothers Sefa and Jeremiah were in the living room doing who knows what, Josh and I just wanted alone time. We could hear them down the hall from where the door was cracked.
"When did you start liking me?" I asked suddenly as his head turned from the tv towards me my fingers trailing over the red durag that covered his faded hair.
"Middle of 8th grade. I mean I guess starting like summer 6th and in 7th I started noticing you as more than a friend but it was like full blown like I wanna date her and kiss her til 8th."
"Why did you wait til half through freshman year to say anything to me about it? Did anyone know?"
"I ain't wanna be weird or creep you out, we best friends I ain't wanna ruin anything by saying something and you not feeling the same then shit changin and being weird. I'd rather not say anything and have you than tell you and anything change and no until I finally told Jon when he asked why I was being weird around you ain't no one know."
"I wish you'd told me."
"It took a bit but I did, wish I'd said something sooner too. So when you start liking me?"
"Hey I was asking questions not you."
"I am now though so when?"
"When we was 13, I started noticing boys more and of course I'd notice y'all hell every girl in PCola noticed y'all."
"Yeah we fine."
"Josh." I giggled as we both laughed. He touched my face gently making me look at him. He lifted up on his elbows kissing me. He licked my lips asking for more and I opened my mouth as we went from kissing to making out within a few minutes. He sat up moving between my legs kissing me as we both moaned.
"Aye uce what-" we jumped apart as Jon walks in a smirk on his face "shit you lucky I wasn't mom she'd beat both your asses."
"Excuse you your mother loves me, unlike the hoes you be having in here."
"My girlfriend is not a hoe."
"Nah she's just a bitch." Josh chuckled kissing my neck as he moved off me. It was no secret me and Jon's girlfriend couldn't stand each other and it wasn't for my lack of trying. However she was rude anytime she was around to me just a rude nasty bitch that at this point only Jon liked and she was wearing his ass out on it too.
"What you want uce?" Josh asked and I could hear the annoyance in his voice, upset Jon had walked in.
"Mom wanted kno what to make for dinner should tell her you havin dessert already."
"Jon shut up we watching a movie."
"Nah y'all was about to fuck, watching a damn movie playin tonsil hockey."
"Oh my god we was kissing it was a kiss."
"Oh that was more than a kiss hell if I wanted longer the bed be banging." I tossed a pillow at him that he easily caught tossing it back.
"Your not gonna have a twin."
"You're not gonna hurt him."
"But I wanna."
"Mmm you look cute pouting juicy lips." He said kissing me again.
"Mmm." I replied pulling back. "Nah you the juicy one, ucey jucey. Thick ass soft lips. I really like kissing you."
"Me too." In the three months we'd been dating I found out kissing him was becoming one of my favorite things. I simply couldn't get enough of Josh. I wish we had more classes together though. He groaned as I gently nipped his bottom lip grabbing a handful of my ass. A bang on the door had him rollling his eyes as he got up opening the door, the attitude immediately leaving him as his uncle stood there."yes sir."
"I know you ain't in here doing anything."
"No just hanging and talking, we done with homework."
"Mhmm you know I'm not stupid right."
"I'm being honest uncle Eki." He looked over at me over Josh's shoulder.
"We just studied and did homework and were talking." He started laughing nudging Josh
"Dinners done oh and nephew."
"Yes sir."
"Wipe the lips gloss off your lips."
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synopsis ➝ rachel is in toxic relationship with her boyfriend, ace. when rachel moves to jump city and meets her neighbor garfield, things get complicated.
warnings ➝ toxic relationships, smut n kinks (rough sex, spanking, oral sex, etc.), hook-up, profanity. dom!gar sub!rae
this story is not intended to endorse toxic relationships, elements are simply for plot. characters are 20+ n all sex is safe, sane, con.
a/n ➝ literally one of my proudest works, i hope u guys enjoy this snippet !!
ᖭི༏ᖫྀ (( ch 18, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 )) ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
“Arch your back.” He says, and she does, "Jus' like you did for me when we took that picture. Don't even have the hands to record you 'nd how pretty you look for me, but I'll make it up."
Garfield teased his phallus against Rachel’s folds. His mass, folded in her crevices, moves against the exterior of her abyss, and the crack of her ass. There’s small rings of redness around the jewels in her back, which he brushed his thumb over.
He rasped, "Jewels look hot as hell on your back, Rae."
Rachel makes a needy sound, and her hand, above her head, curls into a fist against the wall.
“You’re testing me.” The annoyance in her voice is obvious.
“I am. Tryna see how long it’s gonna take for you to stop being so prideful and beg for me.”
Rachel winced, feeling his tip play about an inch inside of her, then pull ever so slowly out.
“Please, Gar."
“Hi, angel face. Feel like talkin’ to me now?” He nibbled her ear, and bit down on it lightly.
“Mm—” Rachel's mouth got caught between her teeth as she grasped his forearm. Then she guided his phallus where she wanted it, “Get inside of me, please, please, please.”
“There you go, sweet girl, that's all you had to say."
He dipped himself in her magic depths at a leisurely pace, “Shit,” Garfield roughly grabbed her face, and put one of his index fingers in her mouth. She sucked. Then he husked, “You’re so wet and desperate, Rae.”
Her temptation was scorching and running over, and he was reduced to a feral creature because of the magic dust in between her thighs. Rachel’s voice cracks as the roughness of her skin against the wall, the soreness of the new piercings, the numbness in her knees, and Garfield’s discourteous fucking immersed her nervous system.
But she kept going — Yes, yes, fuck meee.
Pain tolerance.
Rachel writhed, praising her neighbor. Wisps of her hair got caught in her mouth as she squealed. “Just like that, Gar. I want to get every inch of you that I can. Yes, fuck, I love that. Rough as fuck— Gar!”
Garfield tightens his grip on her hips, holds her arm behind her back so she could feel more tension. Grunt deep in his chest. Tugs her hair ‘cuz he knows she likes that.
“You tell me you hate me, tell me to mark you all over, tell me you want every inch of me. You jus’ love when I fuck you, that bad.”
Shades of grey and deep intoxication. Poetic seduction and dripping almond. Sweet apple and a mystic core. He was careening and ravenous, as he met the piece of heaven residing between her thighs. Her softness was compatible with his roughness. His thrusts deepens her arch. Cosmic precipice and the flux.
They were a gritty, erotic union.
A sound of pleasure breaks from Rachel’s mouth.
“You can’t be too loud, angel face. I know it’s hard.”
But she can’t keep the sounds from coming, and they get more erotic and loud as he keeps going at it.
And he wasn’t planning to stop now.
Garfield shakes his head, takes her shredded underwear and stuffs it in her mouth. She could taste the pre-wetness on her tongue. It was like she was given a taste of her own medicine. It was like he was out for revenge. Whether it was because she was with Ace before him, or that he loved to ravage her.
Both were reasonable conclusions.
“Panties in your mouth since you can’t keep quiet.”
Then he fucks her even deeper. Even rougher.
Rachel’s eyes were watery with desire, her makeup was smudged, and a puddle of warmth was brewing inside of her. Rachel’s head angles back, and Garfield interlaces his fingers with her hand that was on the wall. He holds her arm that was behind her back and in his hand tighter.
Garfield whispers gently in Rachel’s ears as tears glissade down the creases of pleasure in her face. She bites down hard on the fabric as his deep whisper tingled on her neck. “Stay with me, sweet girl. Stay with me."
Even then, she felt so cherished, seen, and cared for.
Drenched inhibitions and words recited just below a whisper. Giving and receiving. Streaming and pulsing. Ethereal creatures and ecstatic rhythms. Deep breaths and broken ebbs. She moaned, muffled, when he told her to take it. Told her to make it. Selfish and benevolence. Fully attuned to the need, desire, and ways to each other’s bodies.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Garfield’s knees turn to steel and he feels the pressure in his blood, “You got the strongest, wettest, most prettiest pussy in the world. I’m so lucky to have you.”
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