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thefandomthings · 5 months

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𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Middle Brothers (Separate) x Gn!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Suggestive in both (🤭), fluff,

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I am so sorry this took so long, and I apologize is Asmo is ooc, I'm not good at writing him lol

Tags: @veethewriter @demon-master-zero

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 Part 2

I believe Satan is a sucker for old school romance, you can't tell me otherwise.

He loves the idea of sending each other love letters and poems.

He often writes about you, by often I mean everytime he writes, it's about you.

Satan even uses an ink pen and paper, his penmanship is extraordinary.

He isn't really into romance novels, but in some of his mystery/murder-mysterys there is romance

You've read a handful of Satan's books, plus your own collection.

You've recently started reading an older Novel, it's written very poetic, the main characters have started exchanging small love notes to one another.

That gave you the most brilliant idea, you'd start writing notes to Satan, leaving them on his book marks and on the inside cover of his new novels.

Satan is very witty, it takes a lot to make him get flustered, but the first note he received from you, he blushed.

You've never been one to openly talk about how you are feeling, you express yourself in different ways, such as gift giving or quality time. You've also noticed Satan has a hard time expressing himself, instead resorts to poetry and writing love letters to you.

You are currently sitting in the HoL library, your current novel sitting on your lap. You messed with the spoon in your luke warm tea while reading the poetic lines. You smiled as the main characters declared their love for each other, a warm feeling flooding in your chest.

You are desperately waiting for Satan to come back from his meeting with Diavolo and his brothers, wanting to see his face when the little folded piece of paper slips out from his new book.

It took you quite a long time to think of this note, it's a poem. It probably sounds lame next to Satan's poetry, you've read famous poets work and they are nothing compared to The Avatar of Wraths'.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Library door opens. Satan gave a small smile, his teeth aren't showing it's just a small curve of his lips.

"Hello Kitten"

He leans down and kisses your forehead rather gently before grabbing his book and sitting next to you. You instinctively stretch your legs out into his lap, his slender fingers brushing against the skin of your ankle and shin.

Satan uses his other hand to open his book, and just as you planned the small piece of paper slowly falls into his lap against your legs. You shyly hide behind your book, pretending to read. You could feel his chest and torso rumble while he read the poem to himself.

It's hard to remember what you wrote, the adrenaline making you loose your memory and only focus on now.

You do remember how hard you thought about all the write words, and what kind of poem it would be. To make his heart flutter the way he makes yours leap and soar. To make him feel the tingling sensation that spreads into your finger tips when you feel yourself falling in love more and more.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, his hands gliding further up your legs before gripping under your knees and bringing you into his lap.

Your nose was pressed to headband of your book, the delightful smell of the old paper pages filling your nose. Your cheeks are on fire, you could feel the tingling of the blush spreading down your neck and to your ears.

Satan could only chuckle and remove the book from your face and set it on the sofa beside him. His hands set themselves on your hips, his glowing green eyes shining like brightest star in a dark night.

He gently kissed you, his hands moving to cup your face and rub your cheek bones. The kiss was full of love and passion, slow and steady. Both of your hearts pounding in your chest, skin on fire from each others touch.

He pulled away and hugged you, his head rested against your neck and shoulder. Your chest fluttered, your heart was in your throat as Satan's lips brushed against your pulse then he spoke.

"I love you"

I strongly think Asmo designs clothes, and you are his muse and model.

He absolutely loves when you agree to be his inspiration.

And he also loves when you let him take your measurements. He likes how your body feels in his hands.

Asmo is very observant, it doesn't seem like it cause he's utterly obsessed with himself. But he knows everything about everyone. (Gossip King)

He especially knows every detail about you, you decide if that's creepy or sweet.

He absolutely loves when you tease him when working, it gives him excitement!

"MC, My darling muse I need your beauty." Asmo falls against his bed next to you, his delicate skin pressed against his silk pillowcase. You hum setting your phone down and moving his hair away from his eyes the way he likes. He smiled looking at you with stars in his eyes.

"What are you thinking and what was your inspiration?" You asked leaning on your arm. Asmo was quiet, his eyes scanning your face and down your body.

"You are always inspiration Darling." He smiled before hoping out of his bed and opening his fabric closet. You giggled and stood next to your boyfriend admiring the hundreds of fabrics.

"Stand over here." He points to the large wood box coated in glitter and pink paint. You nodded slipping off your clothes, leaving only your undergarments.

"MC, you devious human." Asmo giggled, suddenly appearing behind you. His slim hands glided around your body adjusting the measuring tape at your hip. "Always so beautiful..".

Your skin erupted with goosebumps, your shoulders shaking with a slight shiver at his touch. He giggles, he nails running over you rub cage.

"Hold still MC, or my measurements will be wrong." He pressed gently kisses along your skin, your face was rosy staring down at his thick, pink hair.

"Asmo, the tape is loose." You teased watching him adjust the tape.

"You little Minx.." He bit the soft flesh of your hip making you yelp. He giggled loudly before walking over to his sowing machine and writing your measurements on his note pad.

You reached down for your clothes but his voice stopped you, "Keep them off Love, I still need more measurements." His smile was sweet, but devilish.

God, he loved looking at you. So comfortable in his presence, just helping him gives him joy he hasn't had since the fall. You help him in more ways then one. And he loves you more than anything, including himself. And he never lets your forget that.

#obey me headcannons #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #obey me fluff #obey me smut #gender nuetral reader #thefandomthings

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cherrieflavouredheadcanons · 2 months

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Hi! 😊 Your rules post was very useful before I send my ask through, thank you for that. If you ever feel inspired for it, may I ask for your thoughts on Wriothesley? It's alright if nothing comes to mind, thank you for taking the time! <333 Have a good day/night!

I am glad you found my rules post helpful! This was written way before his release in 4.1 so things may be OOC now.

Since you didn’t specify what kind of thoughts you wanted I made this into cuddling headcanons, hope that's alright! (I wanted to make these nsfw and not fluff cause y’know…that one handcuff idle but I didn’t know if you wanted that so I went with fluff)

CW: None GN Reader

Wriothesley cuddling headcanons

Due to his occupation his work days are really stressful, and often he is only able to come home very late at night. He told you multiple times that you don’t need to wait up for him and that you should sleep early, but you refuse. You always greet him at the door when he comes home, even if it is 12 at night.

While he does feel guilty that you stay up late just so you can greet him, he has to admit it makes him feel extra loved. Coming home to be greeted by you as soon as he opens the door helps him melt all the stress of the day off. Though be prepared to be carried to bed by him, he refuses to let you walk up the stairs late at night, especially if you seem really tired. (As a chubby person I will die on the hill that this man can carry anyone regardless of weight)

Once he lies down in bed with you, he will pull you on top of him, letting you rest your head on his tiddies, i mean his chest. You swear his heartbeat always picks up a bit when you do it, but he always tells you you must be imagining things.

Wriothesley keeps his arms around you when you two sleep, you may change sleeping positions but he will keep a hold on you in some way. You genuinely don’t know how he does it, especially during nights where you have restless sleep and move a lot. You once asked him about it, and he couldn’t give you an answer simply because he didn’t even realise that he does it.

While he has to wake up early on days he has to work, on his off days he sleeps in for as long as he wants and needs, which will most likely be longer than you sleep. If you try to leave his arms to go to the bathroom or make breakfast he will tighten his grip and grumble something in a half asleep state that you can’t understand. Guess you are trapped until he is ready to let go or you are somehow able to convince him to loosen his arms around you.

When you do your chores around the house, expect Wriothesley to suddenly come up behind you and wrap his arms around you. He rests his head on your shoulder or your head depending on your height in comparison to his. The closeness and intimacy of it is his favourite part of it.

If he sits on the couch while you are walking around the house and walk by him, he will grab your wrist and pull you into his lap. He craves as much physical touch as possible on his off days so whenever he can he will cuddle you. He loves it when you relax on his lap and cuddle into him, it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Play with his hair while you sit on his lap and he will be in heaven. You can feel him lean his head into your touch. Due to how much he loves having his hair played with he makes sure that it is always as soft and clean as possible, just so you will continue playing with it.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin x you #wriothesley x you #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x you #genshin headcanons #wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley genshin impact #wriothesley fluff #genshin fluff #wriothesley headcanons #genshin wriothesley

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mcntsee · 4 months

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Her smile

Summary: I taught you everything you know. Her words resonated through his mind. I saved you. And she had. He couldn’t deny it any longer. It’s not like he ever had; he was just too much of an asshole to admit it to her.

Warnings: A little bit of angst, but mostly fluff. Good ending (maybe…). Violence, blood, etc… There’s a little of Kaz’s backstory mentioned, but it has slight changes. I think a curse word here and there, I can’t remember. This was a little bit rushed, so expect grammatical mistakes. One or two uses of “Y/n”.

Quick clarifications: Y/n is a year or two older than Kaz, not more. This is kind of written from Kaz’s point of view. You get a glimpse of his thoughts, which are in italics. You might also see the constant use of the word “ja”, that was just me trying to add a little Kerch touch to the story. ( Ja = Yes. )

Author’s note: I am still trying to figure out this new writing style, but actually really liked how this turned out. I tried not to make Kaz that ooc, but I’m unsure of whether I succeeded or not. Comments are extremely appreciated!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

Keep running. That was the only thing Kaz could think of. Run or be caught and end up like Jordie. So he ran. He ran, and kept running until his legs gave out. Get up. Keep running. But he couldn’t.

The temperatures were dropping, he had cast off his wet pants, but his shirt still clung to him, reminding him of the dew-laden grass back in Lij that would stubbornly stick to his bare feet. I need a different shirt.

As he gasped for breath, contemplation filled the moment, presenting an opportunity to plan his next move. Though he knew some clothing stores were open, the absence of funds and a nagging doubt lingered – in Ketterdam, who would spare a glance for a kid in drenched clothes?

I could bite another kid. He thought, but he knew the chances of acquiring more clothing items out of acting like a rabid dog were slim. Moreover, he pondered the peculiarity of another child rummaging through the barrel at this hour. Think, Rietveld, think.

A moving shadow caught his attention from the corner of his eye, triggering the instinct to flee from potential danger. Yet, just as he prepared to sprint, he discerned the diminutive size of the shadow, halting him before he could take off. They can’t be much older than me.

To his credit, it had seemed like a brilliant plan. Biting the other kid had secured him a new pair of pants, albeit snug in certain areas craving more breathing room. Regardless, they were dry.

Why, then, should he have anticipated the petite shadow to swiftly twist his arm at an angle before the opportunity to enact his rabid dog performance even arose?

“I haven’t seen you around before.”

Kaz had expected the shadow to be many things, a girl, however, had not been one of them. Jordie would have died laughing if he saw this.

“Cat ate your tongue?”

“It did not. No.”

“There you go. What business?”

He had heard that question before – in the alleys, the pleasure houses, along Geldstraat, Jakob Hertzoon.

“No business.”

With a huff, the mysterious girl relinquished her grip on his arm and nudged him with a push. Run, Kaz. Run. But something else in him had told him to stay.

“What is it that you want then, …-“

“Kaz.”

“What do you want, Kaz?”

Multiple answers ran through his head, all of them something that he desperately needed- Jordie, my da, money, food, Hertzoon. “I want a dry shirt.”

“Is that why you’ve been scaring kids off?”

“You’ve been following me.”

“Can you blame me? You caught the attention of a lot of people after biting the kid.”

Admittedly, he was aware of the fact that it had not been his brightest idea, but he was desperate.

“I suppose I could help. Wait here.”

And just like that, she was gone. Not even leavening the sound of her footsteps behind. She won’t come back. Ignoring his mind, he decided to wait. Wait and hope that she would return. Hope is dangerous. Still, he waited.

Not long after, a whispered “Kaz!” was heard from the shadows. “Come here!”

And went he did. His gaze jumping from corner to corner, trying to figure out why the mysterious girl suddenly had the urge to whisper.

“Here you go.”

“Wha- Where did you get this from?”

“That store over there.”

“I don’t have money to pay you back.”

“Pay me back? It was free.”

Free? He doubted that. Ketterdam did not seem like the place where free clothes were handed out to kids in need. So, how did she get a free shirt? Oh.

“You stole it?”

“Ja.”

“How?”

“You really are new here, huh?”

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Jakob Hertzoon?”

“That’s what I said, ja.”

“No clue. Never heard that name before.”

How could she possibly not know Hertzoon when she knows everyone in this forsaken city?

“He is a scammer. A thief.”

“You are going to have to be a little more specific than that, Kaz.”

“Old, average height, beard.”

“Sounds to me like everyone else in Ketterdam.”

Great. He had truly believed that she would be able to help him find Hertzoon, but it seemed like luck hadn’t been on his side for a while now.

“Anyone you can think of?”

“No, not really.”

“He has a daughter. Saskia.”

And he assumed that was the key detail she sought because the moment the name escaped his lips, she froze. Maybe luck is on my side.

“Red ribbon girl?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, Kaz…”

Maybe luck is not on my side.

“What?”

“There is no Jakob Hertzoon.”

He hated her. So much. No one believed him, and just when he thought he could trust someone again, she went and crushed it like it was nothing.

“There is.”

“No, Kaz-“

“Why won’t you believe me?”

He felt like crying. He felt betrayed. The same way he did the day Jordie had him climb up to the window to peek inside, only to find that Hertzoon was gone. That they had been betrayed.

“I do believe you.”

“Then-“

“That’s not his name.”

“He said it was-“

Oh. You idiot. Of course that was a lie too.

“The person you are looking for is Pekka Rollins.”

Pekka Rollins.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

Since that day, Kaz had remained by her side, recognizing that an ally in an unfamiliar city was preferable to navigating it alone.

“And you are doing this because…?”

“None of your business.”

“All of my business, Kaz.”

In moments like this, Kaz found himself longing for the chance to rewind time, back to the day they met, and enact his plan of biting and escaping.

“I want to do something nice for someone.”

“Mmh. What you’re trying to say is that you fancy someone, ja?”

“Ja.”

Once again, that stupid smile adorned her face. However, he comprehended the reason behind her teasing. After all, he had been seeking her assistance to conquer his phobia throughout the entire past week.

“Of course I’ll help you, Kaz. You just need to wait a week.”

“Why?”

“The old man wants my help in some stupid job.”

“What job?”

“I’m just meeting with some contractors, nothing fun.”

Initially intending to wait, he seized the chance when an opportunity unexpectedly presented itself.

It started off small, with him merely removing his gloves for brief intervals, but soon he opted to take it a step further.

Had he waited a mere couple of hours, perhaps he wouldn't find himself holding an ice pack to his left cheek right now. Unfortunately, impatience got the better of him.

Believing that taking on a job without his gloves was a clever shortcut, he hadn't anticipated Borj assigning him the task of restraining someone.

It had been too much, too fast, forcing him to release the individual. He had inadvertently granted someone an escape opportunity, all because of a girl.

“Kaz.”

Run. Hide. Yet, after the brutal beating he endured, he lacked the strength for either option.

“Kaz.”

“What?”

“What happened?”

Despite the strong urge to snap at her, to demand solitude, he found himself disheartened and in pain. So he told her everything.

“Where’s Borj?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

But apparently, she had cared because as soon as those words escaped his lips, she was on her feet and walking away from him. You are weak, Brekker.

Not long after she left, a commotion outside caught his attention. Initially inclined to ignore it, given the commonality of fights in the barrel, he changed his mind upon recognizing her voice. Rising to his feet, he went in search of her.

"Does it make you feel powerful, Borj? Stronger, or better than everyone else?”

There she stood, an accusatory finger pointed and rhythmically striking Borj in the chest.

“Does beating a kid make you feel like you matter?"

"Get out of here before I beat your ass too, kid."

But defiance laced her words as she challenged, "Try me."

And try he did.

That marked the final encounter Kaz had with Borj.

Of course, that's excluding the occasion when she assisted him in tracking down Borj, enabling him to exact his own revenge.

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“Breathe, Kaz.”

“I am.”

“You are not.”

He truly wasn’t. Despite an hour of attempting to crack the lock, he couldn’t find the pressure point she kept talking about.

“Stop.”

“No, I almost got it.”

“Stop.”

With a sigh, the lock picks he had previously been using clattered on the table, his gloved hand reaching up to rub at his temples in frustration.

“If you keep jabbing the lock picks in, you won’t be able to find where to push down on.”

This was a stupid idea. He had witnessed her effortlessly open various locks within seconds and believed that asking her to teach him was a brilliant plan.

It wasn't her fault, really. He simply had a tendency to get frustrated when things didn't unfold as he intended.

The fact that he was embarrassing himself in front of her wasn't helping in the slightest either. How was he supposed to steal her heart if he couldn’t even learn to pick a lock?

But then she flashed that smile, and everything seemed to get better.

“Here, let me show you again.”

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Aim higher.”

“I can’t aim any higher unless you want the bullet to- hopefully, hit a bird.”

With a sigh, she stepped closer to him, her hand extending.

“May I?”

A nod of his head was all she needed before she carefully grabbed his arm, pushing it slightly upward.

“There. Try again.”

A single shot echoed through the air and this time, unlike the many others, the bullet hit the mark.

“Attaboy.”

And, saints, if he hadn’t been smiling already because of his success, he knew he would've struggled to suppress the grin that would've undoubtedly appeared on his face at the sight of her twinkling eyes and smile.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Please just go.”

“I won’t until you tell me what’s wrong, Kaz.”

What isn’t wrong?

“I won't be able to fix all of your problems, but you'll never have to face them alone.” With those words, she stepped closer. His breath caught, his body responding as it always did. His stomach churned, hands trembling, and sweat starting to form on his forehead. “I may not have all the answers or solutions, but I do have all the time in the world for you.”

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Who exactly was he thinking about, he wasn’t sure. For all that mattered, it could’ve been her, Jordie, or even Pekka- again. But most of all, he detested what he’d become.

I hate you, Rietveld.

“It's alright if things are going differently to what you had planned, Kaz.”

But it isn’t.

“It's alright if your life is taking turns you never could've predicted.”

It has for a while now.

“It's alright if you're feeling overwhelmed.”

I am. Constantly overwhelmed with dreams and hopes that I just can’t pursue. I am not strong enough.

“Kaz, there is no rulebook for existing.”

I wish there were.

“Watching you move through life with your head held high and your strength radiating, even on the tough days, has been such an eye-opening and inspiring experience.”

But it was fake. He was not strong. He was scared.

She could sense the turmoil inside his mind. She didn't need to hear it to understand the dark narrative he was weaving for himself. The destructive lies his brain was pleading with him to believe.

“I can't protect you from everything,” another step closer, “but I'll do my best to make sure you're safe.”

Soon, she had reached his bed, and with a subtle nod, he silently granted her permission to sit beside him, his gaze still fixed downward.

“I trust you, with the entirety of my heart.” Carefully, she lifted her arm, waiting for his response. Anticipating him to tell her to stop, expecting him to push her away as he always did.

But this time, he didn't. He inhaled deeply and, with deliberate effort, raised his body off the bed using his arms, moving closer to her.

He could feel the heat radiating from her, even at a distance. He could feel her warmth, and he longed for it. He yearned to draw nearer.

He longed to break down and cry, wishing for her embrace to envelop him. Imagining her tender hand soothingly moving up and down his back while he heard the gentle thumping of her heart.

“I hope you never forget that I believe in you. Wholeheartedly. With every fibre of my being.”

In that moment, he let his eyes brim with unshed tears, and for once, he allowed someone to see it. His gazed slowly moved up from the ground, halting at the sight of her face, and then delicately tracing down her features, pausing at the captivating allure of her smile.

And for the first time ever, he allowed himself to fall into her welcoming arms.

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“How did you do that?”

“What?”

“The pen thing.”

“Magic.”

“Teach me.”

For the first time ever, she was asking him to teach her something. He never thought this moment would come. He had believed that there was nothing she didn’t know how to do.

Yet, here she was, seeking his guidance to unravel the secrets of a magic trick. A small shift, perhaps, but an unexpected and welcomed turn nonetheless.

“A magician never reveals his secre-”

“Oh for Saint’s sake, Kaz.”

“All right, all right.”

Saints. That smile.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

“You are not thinking clearly, Brekker.”

“I’m thinking clear enough to know that you are not helping.”

She is right. Deep down he knew that. She is always right. But today, he wouldn’t accept it.

He had a solid plan. The only issue was that the blueprints he had acquired were not up to date, and the building he was meant to be in was old.

“You are going to get yourself killed, Kaz.”

“So what?”

Numerous opportunities for death had come his way, but it hadn’t claimed him yet. So, what was another risk going to do? If he was meant to die, he would.

“If you don’t care, I do.”

“Ja?”

“Ja.”

Of course, she cares. Yet, he wasn’t about to abandon his plan that easily. Unless she had a better one, he wasn’t going to heed her advice any longer.

“Let me go in.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Listen to me-“

“No.”

He was reckless, yes. But not reckless enough to send her into the building. He knew the risks, and he wouldn’t take the one that could potentially lead to losing her.

His chair was suddenly yanked back from his desk. In an instant, he found himself pinned to the wall, her foot next to his shoulder, blocking him from moving the chair back to its original place.

“If you won’t listen, I’m going to make you listen.”

Kaz's face suddenly reddened, the close proximity and her position evoking an unexpected sensation within him.

Saints.

"If you go in there and something happens, we both know you won’t be able to make it out." she stated firmly. “This is not the way to take down Rollins.”

He was in no position to deny it. He wouldn’t make it out, that was for sure. His leg had been bothering him for the last month, which had also made him slower. Made me weak.

“I can. You know I can.”

With a swift move of his leg, he hit hers, causing her to fall to the ground sideways. This gave him the perfect opportunity to stand up.

Just like she had, he positioned his foot right next to her shoulder and leaned down, close enough so that their faces were almost touching.

“Not so fast now, are you?”

“Asshole.”

Help her up. But he resisted the urge to. Instead, with their faces so close, he said, “If risking your life to prove that you’re better is what makes you leave me alone, then do so.” And with that, he moved.

Her face displayed fury, brows furrowed, mouth in a thin line. But, he didn’t care enough to spare her a second glance. Instead, he sat back down on his chair and moved it back to his desk.

“You would be nothing without me, Brekker.”

“I disagree.”

“I taught you everything you know.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling.”

“I saved you. Don’t forget that.”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving nothing but the echo of a slammed door behind.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

I taught you everything you know. Her words resonated through his mind. I saved you. And she had. He couldn’t deny it any longer. It’s not like he ever had; he was just too much of an asshole to admit it to her.

No. No, no, no! He refused to accept that it was over. That she was gone, vanished in the blink of an eye. That she had died believing that he was ungrateful. Believing that he hated her.

He could never hate her; he loved- loves her. I love her.

Run. That was the only thing Kaz could think of. Run or risk her dying. So he ran. He ran, and kept running until his legs screamed at him to stop. Don’t stop. Keep running. And he did.

He ran until he reached the remnants of the building she had been in. The building I let her go into.

"Help!" he yelled at the rest of the crows, hoping they would start running and come to help him find her.

Dig. Dig. Dig, and keep digging. he urged himself, desperation mounting. Every rock he picked and discarded elsewhere only revealed more rocks underneath. No sign of her. Dig until your hands bleed.

It felt like an eternity before Jesper yelled at them, “She’s here!” Before Jesper even had the chance to finish what he was saying, Kaz had already gotten up and started running towards him. “Where?”

“Where, Jesper, where?”

Kaz’s gaze trailed along the path indicated by Jesper’s finger, only to find a bloodied hand underneath the rubble. No, no, no.

He swiftly dropped to his knees, fervently tossing rocks in all directions. Keep digging, were the only words in his mind.

Kaz could hear the sound of his gloves ripping, but in this moment, he paid it no mind. He persisted in his efforts until her top half emerged from beneath the rubble. “Darling?”

He could feel the ghosts of his past clutching at his back, attempting to drag him under the water. But he couldn’t let them. He wouldn’t.

Come on, Rietveld. His hands were shaking, and he could hear his friend calling his name, asking him to move aside, to allow them to pull her from beneath the rubble, but he ignored it.

He couldn't bear the thought of living without her by his side, without her guiding him through everything he longed to learn.

He couldn’t fathom the thought of never seeing her eyes sparkle or living without ever hearing the sound of her voice, the resonance of her laughter.

He couldn’t imagine a world where her stupidly beautiful smile never graced his sight again.

With shaky hands, he seized her from underneath the shoulders and pulled.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

Three fractured bones, two dislocated joints, a canvas of cuts and bruises, and head trauma.

That’s what the medik had told them. Those were her injuries. Injuries caused by my stupidity.

She must’ve been anticipating the collapse and realized that escaping in time was impossible. The medik also conveyed the belief that the position she deemed safer to take had ultimately saved her life. Smart girl.

To him, witnessing her so unnaturally still was a disconcerting sight, one he never wished to experience again.

In the time they had known each other, Kaz had only seen her injured three times, including this incident. Ironically, each of those three instances where she got hurt was somehow connected to him.

“Brekker!”

“Ja?”

“I’m going to murder you.”

He could see the fury in her eyes, and for a second, he entertained the thought that she might actually kill him.

He was well aware that he was breaking every rule she had set up for him. These rules were not akin to the ones parents give their children – no candy after seven, brush your teeth before bed, and so on. No, these rules, according to her, had been crafted to keep him safe, to keep him alive.

But he just couldn’t stop thinking about Rollins. He understood that venturing into the Dime Lions' turf was risky, downright foolish. However, he felt compelled to get a closer look at him, to learn everything about him in order to destroy him, to make him pay.

“One rule, Kaz. One rule.”

He was slightly surprised at how quickly she had found him. It hadn’t been that long, perhaps just an hour, including the time he spent walking from the Slat to the Emerald Palace.

“I’m fine!”

“You won’t be once I lay my hands on you.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

He knew she was furious; he could see it in her eyes. He had observed that whenever a surge of anger swept over her, an intense glare would manifest, with a sharp focus on whatever had incited her wrath- in this case, him.

Her pupils would also dilate, at times with rapid changes in size, set against narrowed eyelids.

But still, he could sense her smile attempting to break through the anger. He watched as she fought against it, resisting the grin that sought to make its way to her face.

“Come here, you tall idiot.”

He had finally reached that age when it felt as if one night he went to bed shorter than her, only to wake up the next morning towering over. He liked it.

“Coming.”

What neither of them had been expecting was the shot that rang out as soon as he stood by her side.

Quickly and without thinking, he took her arm and pulled her behind the wall, providing them with a safe place to hide.

“That was close.”

“Kaz-“

“Come on, we have to go.”

“Kaz.”

Before he even had the chance to fully turn around, he heard the distinct sound of a body hitting the ground. When he saw her, he felt like he was trapped in a dream. Or rather, a nightmare.

He could hear her choking, struggling to breathe, gasping for air as her lungs filled with her own blood. He could see her desperately holding her neck, applying pressure in a futile attempt to staunch the flow.

He could see the pool of blood forming underneath her. Not just any blood, but her blood. “No.”

It had been nothing short of a miracle that he had the strength to drag her all the way back to the Slat without passing out himself.

By the time they made it back, she had lost all the color in her face. Her once pink lips were now tinted with her own blood. Her body had begun to grow colder, and his clothes were completely ruined.

The doctor had advised him not to hope for anything. He told him to adhere to the harsh reality that there was nothing more the doctor or anyone else could have done for her. That she might not make it through the night, or wake up.

“Kaz.”

“She will.”

“Hope is dangerous in the barrel, kid.”

“She will wake up.”

“Kaz?”

“She has to.”

And she had. So why won’t she wake up now?

“Kaz!”

“What?”

And just like that, he was snapped back from his memories, and reimbursed in reality.

“You need to eat something.”

“I’m fine.”

“You haven’t eaten a thing since…”

“Since the day she almost died because of me. Go on, Inej, you can say it.”

Inej’s gentle exhale echoed as she delicately set down what he assumed was a plate with food, before leaving. Her steps quiet enough for the subtle sound to blend seamlessly with the room’s stillness.

He permitted his thoughts to return to their previous dwelling as soon as the door clicked shut behind Inej.

Growing up with Y/n at his side was a privilege he didn’t often acknowledge. “I’m sorry I have taken you for granted.”

He meant it from the bottom of his cold heart when he said, “I genuinely know I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for you.”

The fondest memories etched in his heart were those shared with her, doing whatever they had been doing. He cherished every moment they spent together, even if he didn’t show it at the time.

I want to keep creating memories with you.

“Seeing you happy make my heart smile.”

It did, truly.

“There is nothing more that I want than to see you live the beautiful life you deserve.”

He couldn’t even remember the amount of times she had helped him. With anything and everything.

“Please wake up.”

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

He succumbed to nourishment under the watchful eyes of Inej and Nina, relenting only after their threats to stabilize his racing heart and administer sustenance while he was unconscious.

Immobile, he had lingered by her bedside without the slightest shift since the day he carried her back from that ill-fated job.

It felt like it had been ages before his breath caught as he saw her stir, a subtle movement that held the weight of an entire universe of emotions. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his.

“Y/n.”

In that instant, her radiant smile graced his world once more. He had yearned for this moment, the warmth of her smile rekindling a flame in his heart.

He didn't resist this time. All pretense crumbled, revealing a genuine smile on his face, a rare sight that echoed the warmth he felt in his heart.

“I am sorry.”

“Kaz-“

“No. You deserve this. You deserve an apology.”

Slowly, he moved closer, his bare hand extending toward hers. Unexpectedly, there was no tremor, no unsettling unease in his stomach, and the haunting echoes of the past seemed momentarily muted. It was a rare instance where Kaz felt a measure of control over his thoughts, his body, and the outreached hand.

“You saved me countless times, in ways beyond measure. Over and over again. You’ve saved me in more ways than anyone could ever fathom.”

She saved the shivering kid that had crawled out of the harbor. She provided refuge and became an ally.

“You gave me a chance. You gave Jordie a chance.”

She gave him control—over his body, over his fear. She provided him with armor when he needed it the most. A second skin—the gloves that would later weave a legend around him, making people fear him.

“You gave me peace.”

Throughout it all, she never gave up. Standing by his side for hours on end, teaching him the essentials of survival and imparting the knowledge crucial for his survival. And, not just that, she taught him everything he longed to learn. Things that had ignited the curiosity of a kid.

Over and over again, she defended him when he was too weak to defend himself. She shielded him from everything and everyone, regardless of the consequences.

“You stood by my side and never left. Even when I begged you to.”

She imparted the skills of combat, manipulation, and information extraction. She taught him the art of thievery and pickpocketing.

She nurtured him with care, ensuring his well-being in a world that often demanded too much. She prepared his favorite meals and gently reminding him to take breaks, to rest.

“You keep me young, healthy. Powerful.”

She offered him her shoulder to lean on when the burden became too heavy, not just once but repeatedly. Through it all, never once did she judge.

She was there for him, patiently listening to everything he had to share—plans, troubles, the past, the present, and the future. Through it all, she sat beside him and listened.

“You have grounded me on so many occasions and guided me towards a better life and a happier heart.”

She made his heart feel like it was beating again, as if it had come back to life. As if Kaz Rietveld had not quite died, but instead merged with Brekker and came out only with her.

“You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I am always in awe of your kindness and compassion for those around you.”

Growing up next to her had been nothing short of magical.

She's the anchor in his chaos, the silent strength in his storm, the guiding light through the murky waters. And despite the irritation she causes every now and then, he wouldn't have it any other way.

She was the one he wanted to love. Freely and without fear of what might happen. He wanted to love and be loved by her. He wanted to be by her side every second of the day.

He wanted to make her smile all the time. He needed to see her smile.

“I-“

Come on, Kaz. He wanted to tell her. He needed to let her know. He wanted to unravel the feelings he had kept hidden for far too long. “I-“ It was time to break free from the armor he wore, allowing himself to embrace both the love and the pain that might come with it.

“You…?”

“I love you.”

And in that moment, her smile was the only affirmation he needed, telling him that he had chosen the right words.

“I love you too, Kaz.”

Ghezen, that fucking smile.

#six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows x reader #fanfiction #fluff #kaz brekker #angst

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nghtwngs · 5 months

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solace

description; After a long day, Nikolai finds relief in you.

pairing; king!nikolai lantsov x fem!reader

genre; smut, fluff, established relationship

word count; 1.8k

warnings; 18+, somno!! (which automatically makes it dubcon, so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable), reader is asleep for part of this but has consented (pls discuss boundaries with your partners guys), fingering, unprotected sex (a no no irl), cream pie, oral (fem-receiving), cum-eating, swearing, nikolai needs his own warning, christ this is kind of depraved (but also tender?)

notes; i have been thinking a LOT of thoughts lately. this is the first time i’ve ever written smut, so it’s probably terrible haha never thought i’d be writing anything explicit but i was not strong enough to resist this man. but i think this is a one and done type of thing. i do have a few other nikolai works in my drafts though, so if i ever get around to it, i’ll finish and post them

notes ii; i saw that s&b got cancelled :(( i’ve never seen it nor have i read any of the books… (sorry if nikolai is ooc) but hopefully i’ll get around to either of them eventually. mostly im sad bc there likely won’t be a resurgence in nikolai fics, and i already feel like i’m in a drought. i mean look at him!! (i <3 gif makers)

Nikolai is exhausted.

It’s late when he returns to his chambers. His mind is still filled with all the tasks he had performed that day while thinking about all the ones left for tomorrow. But his eyes had grown too bleary while staring at a document (a trade agreement perhaps?), reading the same line for the hundredth time before he was finally lured by the idea of slipping into bed with you. He was hoping he would come back before you went off to bed, but it was already well into the night, and you would be asleep by now. He enters your shared room and finds you sleeping the night away.

He’s not sure how you do it. He thinks the bed is much too big to sleep in alone and can no longer slip into a restful slumber without you. When Nikolai catches a glimpse of your face, soft and relaxed—not a worry in sight—his heart flutters. A smile curls his lips at the sight of you while he changes out of his clothes for the day.

Once he frees himself of his shirt and trousers, he slips on a soft pair of pants. He makes it towards the foot of the bed, noticing that the comforter was no longer tucked in. Instead, it pools around your calves. You’re laying on your side, hands tucked beneath your head. His hazel eyes stick onto the expanse of your skin, and before he realizes it, his fingers are delicately wrapping around your leg. You’re cold to the touch. He makes a move to cover your skin with the rest of the comforter.

However, you’re more enticing than you realize. He tells you so often. You find it difficult to believe, but it’s just the plain truth, and Nikolai is an honest man.

Most of the time, of course.

With a small breath, Nikolai pushes the blanket further up, revealing more and more of your legs. His eyes, tired but greedy, devour the sight. When he reaches past your thighs, his lips part when he realizes that you’re completely bare. You must have been waiting for him.

He nearly groans.

You had given him your explicit permission to do this before, but Nikolai had never been given the opportunity. Until now. Is this what you were hoping for when you fell into the land of dreams? Saints, the thought sends blood rushing down to his cock.

Your slit is now exposed to the cool air, and you squirm a little. His eyes glance up at your face, wondering if he had already woken you. No matter though, he wouldn’t mind having you either way. His fingers dance along your thighs, edging closer to your cunt. You’re gorgeous, he thinks before running a finger over your soft folds. When he reaches your hole though, he feels a familiar stickiness. Had you already touched yourself? Was that how you were able to fall asleep in this bed that was much too large for just one of you?

He collects some of your release on his finger. There’s not a lot that hasn’t already dried, but just enough to start circling your clit without too much friction (with some help from his saliva). He hears you breathe in deeply as he draws lazy circles with his finger. With his other hand, he palms himself through his pants, already hardening from both the sight and feel of you.

Part of him wants to see the rest of you, but he doesn’t want to leave you cold. He wonders if you’re wearing anything at all—the answer is likely not. It’s not long before you’re wet enough, and he’s able slip two entire fingers into you. You’re already clenching around his hand, a soft whimper leaving your pretty lips.

Nikolai could come from this alone.

You squirm again, unknowingly beginning to grind into his hand. Nikolai watches your lips part, the prettiest sounds escaping your mouth. You’re nearly there. He can feel you tightening around his fingers, but he won’t let you come just yet. Right before your peak, he takes his fingers out of you. Your legs shake as he rubs the skin of your thigh soothingly.

He shrugs off his trousers, stepping out of them and freeing himself. The tip of his cock is red, and he uses his fingers to smear the pre-cum around it. He groans slightly as he pumps himself. With little patience left, he lines himself up with your entrance and lets out a soft sigh at the feeling of your wetness.

He drags his cock through your cunt, gathering your arousal. He slips into your warmth with a sharp exhale, feeling your tight, wet walls squeezing him. Nikolai has half a mind not to curse, not wanting to wake you. He holds the side of your leg with his hand and fights the urge to shut his eyes. He holds himself still for a few moments, and yet they feel like an eternity.

He wants to watch himself slide in and out of you. He pulls his hips back until only the tip of him is left before pushing back into you deeply. Nikolai starts a steady rhythm, pleasurable but slow enough to keep him from spilling into you too quickly.

A whine leaves your mouth, your face scrunching at the feeling of being stretched and filled. “N-nikolai?” Your voice is raspy and filled with sleep as your hand reaches up to rub your eyes. You can barely keep them open. It’s adorable. His cock hits a sensitive spot, causing you to moan out. “Shit.”

“Darling,” he greets as if he’s not buried deep inside you. He grins down at you and starts to thrust into you faster.

Nikolai beams when a bright laugh comes from your lips.

“This is a surprise,” you murmur, grinding down onto him.

“A pleasant one, I hope?”

“Very. When did you get back?”

“Not long ago… I wanted to finish everything before you fell asleep, but there was a lot of work left to do. I saw you looking just lovely in our bed and decided to surprise you.”

You smile sympathetically, knowing how busy your king is. The blanket, which was bunched up over your torso, is moved to the side by you, exposing the rest of your body to his eyes. He’s right. You aren’t wearing anything at all. You turn onto your back and reach down, lacing your fingers with his. “I’m glad you did. Though I do think some rest is in order for you. You look terrible.”

He scoffs, sounding bewildered at the notion that he could look anything less than perfect. “Terrible? You wound me, wife.”

“Only for the sake of keeping you humble, my king.” You let out a chuckle which bleeds into a moan when he thrusts into a particular spot.

“There?” he asks, pushing into the same place once more.

Pleasantly, you sigh with a nod. “And I only meant ‘terrible’ in the sense that you look exhausted. Otherwise, I suppose you’re pretty perfect.”

A soft smile takes over his features. “I know, darling.”

You moan his name, pulling him down into a kiss. “You feel so good.”

He returns your kiss, grunting at how tightly your walls are clenching around him. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles. You cry out, and he swallows your sounds with another kiss.

“That’s it,” he coos as you bury your face in his shoulder.

“Nikolai,” you gasp. “I’m so—so close.”

“I know, darling. It’s going to feel so good. Let me take care of you.”

Nikolai feels your lips pressed against the column of his throat, placing wet kisses to his skin.

“Saints, please… I need you. I want you to fill me.”

He lets out a heavy groan, his eyes nearly rolling back as he moans out your name. “Don’t worry, I promise I will. Fuck, you’re so tight.” Nikolai begins to babble. “You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well… sound so pretty, so, so warm. Perfect… Shit, I’m close. You have to come first—Can you do that for me? Good girl.”

His fingers move even faster while he fucks himself into you. Your release hits you quickly as he pounds his length into your sopping cunt. You tighten around him, causing his hips to stutter before he finally spills himself inside of you. You whimper, feeling his hot cum fill you.

He collapses onto you, his cock still inside your spasming warmth. He wraps his arms around your body. It’s like he’s melted into you. You hold him close, both of your chests heaving. One of your hands finds a home in his blond curls, running your fingers through them in a way that always soothes him.

“I love you.”

He grins into your skin, pressing a kiss to your bare chest. “I love you too.”

A few minutes later, he pulls out, leaving you emptier than either of you would like. He stares down at your puffy lips, watching his cum drip out of you. In a daze, his fingers rub his release around your folds, eliciting a soft whine from you. He doesn’t know whether he wants to push it back inside you, to fill you up again, or to clean you up with his mouth.

He thinks all three would be agreeable.

Nikolai leaves a trail of kisses down your chest, stopping at your entrance. “Will you let me clean you up, darling?”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “You don’t mean with your mouth, do you?”

“C’mon, I haven’t gotten to do this in ages—and it’s my favorite. Let me taste you, love.” He says this between several kisses to your thighs.

You pull him closer, cupping his face with your hand and thumbing his cheekbone. “I just want to make sure you’re getting enough sleep, Kolya. You’re going to be so tired in the morning.”

“I’ll be fine,” he reassures you, “and even better if you let me do this.”

He tries to stifle a grin. You’re unable to resist him or deny him of anything he wants, and he likes to exploit this fact from time to time. Alright, perhaps all the time—especially when what he wants is you. Who were you to keep him from his heart’s desires?

You sigh in defeat. “Okay, fine, but you’re sleeping in with me all morning.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he answers, knowing just as well that he couldn’t say no to you either.

His tongue darts out, wetting his lips before he wraps them around your clit. He delights in the noises you make. Your legs nearly close around his head, but he places his hands on your thighs, keeping them spread. He licks between your folds, moaning at the taste of your shared release.

Nikolai looks up at you, meeting your gaze with a devious grin. “Darling, you taste delightful.”

“Nikolai,” you whine. “Please.”

The desperation in your voice is enough to make him hard again. He smiles, a softness in his eyes as he admires your blissed face. “Anything for you, darling,” he answers, putting his mouth back on your cunt, doing whatever he can to draw out those pretty noises from your lips again.

#posting this and running away #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov imagine #nikolai lantsov smut #nikolai lantsov fluff #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine

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maryangelex · 8 months

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To Be Alone With You

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f! Original Character

A/N: Hello!! This is my first time writing fanfiction ever and I'm so obsessed with Ghost I thought I'd give it a shot. This is written with an OC in mind, but I'm writing it with nothing descriptive so it can be read as reader-insert, only mentions callsign "Angel" and some character background for plot purposes. Unless y’all would like to read about my OC! Anyways, enjoy, and let me know what ya think!!!!

Summary: A new member gets added to task force 141, and Ghost can’t keep himself together for long.

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Third-person POV, Smut, p in v sex (fantasy), masturbation, strong language, horny ass pining, descriptive language, combat injury, blood, military inaccuracy, game inaccuracy, OOC Ghost (?), not proofread, first fic

The 141 Task Force was a well-established team, led by Captain Price, Lieutenant "Ghost" Riley, and Sergeants "Soap" MacTavish and "Gaz" Garrick. As a team, they dove head-first into danger, every risk necessary to be taken, and they did a damn fine job every time. Regardless, Laswell thought this new mission in Las Almas called for new additions to the force.

"She goes by 'Angel'", Laswell states, sliding a file across the table to Price.

"Right," he responds, opening the manila folder with extensive records and information on the new member. "I can see why with a face like that. Looks like a sweetheart," he scoffed.

"She was top of her class in the Naval Academy and a Navy SEAL, one of the handful of women on the job," she started, "She's just as skilled as your boys Garrick and MacTavish, maybe better. She's taken down guys the size of your Lieutenant"

Laswell would've only noticed someone with actual talent, and Price knew this, he trusted her well enough to know she was a no-bullshit kind of woman. And given the information in the file in his hands, Angel sure was an ironic callsign.

"I trust you, Kate, so I know this dove's not gonna disappoint", he said glancing up at Laswell.

A lot of hope and expectations laid on her shoulders on Price’s behalf. Ghost had been notified about the new member upon his arrival with Soap in Las Almas. The two of them emerged from the evac and touched down on their new base. Friendly introductions were made between their other two new members for their time being in Las Almas, Rudy and Alejandro; then she came along, introduced by Price to the task force.

Soap looked like a kid on Christmas morning, fawning over her all giddy and jovial. It was like he’d never seen a girl before, she thought. He made multiple charming and flirtatious remarks at their first introduction, no shame in that one that’s for sure. But she liked the amicable dialogue, she knew they’d get along with him bringing some light to being in the suck.

Meanwhile there was Ghost, stoic and rigid. He shook her hand and gave her a cold yet approving handshake and introduced himself. Of course she already knew all about him, or at least what the gossip and folktales about him said he was; a direct, quiet, intimidating bloke that could kill with a glare and had an arsenal of skills, absolute killing machine with only his whit and sick dry humor saving him from being nonhuman. All she did was gawk at all 6’4 feet of him and get sucked into his expressive yet mysterious eyes. She’d never been so starstruck by a man before yet she kept her composure in front of him. Yet her mind couldn’t help but wander like a high school girl catching the first glimpse of her crush.

Ghost was a man of few words in general, but especially with people he’d just met or started working with. He kept it professional and distant, mainly because he never knew how long they’d last in a mission, so he kept his expectations low for everyone. Angel was an exception though, she piqued his interest. He had read her file handed over to him by Price prior to meeting her, and they both shared the same interest in her and her skills on the field: sharp sniper, close quarter combat expert, trained medic, the list went on with what she was capable of. The difference was how much more intensely Ghost had looked at her file. He would never admit it, but in reality he was captivated. In a professional level of course, nothing else.

Missions together went smoothly. She proved her skills and more time and time again. She made a good pair with Soap since they were out to work together the most often. Same as her with Gaz, they were a match made in heaven when it came to recon and agility missions. The three of them were insufferable, though, pestering and bickering with each other like triplets both in the field and off duty. Ghost was being driven mad, he already had enough with MacTavish annoying him through the radio, now he had to deal with Angel adding fuel to the fire. She did make him smile, though, sometimes even made him hold back laughs but God forbid anyone in the team knew he was a bit keen on her. Thank God for his mask hiding that away from everyone.

The team was cohesive with her as a new member for the months to come. Ghost didn’t think much of anything, not much of her besides quiet admiration and camaraderie, especially since she mainly worked with Soap. No big deal.

Except, after a mission gone awry and things getting sticky making the team struggle to get out alive, and Price having to chew out Angel and Soap for being careless, he decided it was best to change partnerships. Now, Soap was assigned to work with Price, and Angel with the Lieutenant, to teach her a thing or two and keep both of them in check under better supervision.

This is when shit hit the fan for Ghost, when he first stepped into the murky waters that were his feelings, the ones he didn’t even know he had.

Working with Angel was odd to him. He expected for it to be like how he worked with Soap, coordinated with the occasional friendly and comical banter they shared over radio. And it was like that with Angel in the beginning, the two made an amazing pair given their similarities in skill, traits, and resourcefulness.

It was too good of a match, though. Things were starting to get heavy for Ghost. He was starting to care too much about her, to get too protective of her in the field, the distance was getting shorter between them each mission.

On a supposedly easy intel mission, shit had gotten ugly really fast and really badly for them.

“Fuck, L.T.,” she panted, the two of them hiding behind a column of the building they were trapped in, getting shot at from all directions. “I’m hit, get my med pack will ya?”

“Fuckin’ hell, kid, you’re the medic, not me” he growled, rummaging through her gear for the first aid kit.

“No worries L.T. it’s not even that bad” she said with a breathy chuckle. The wound was oozing and spurting blood from her abdomen, her hand pressed against it keeping the pressure as best she could. She looked up at Ghost, who was fumbling with the kit finding a bandage to replace her hand on the wound with. He returned the gaze but his was colder and reprimanding, as if saying this is not the time to fuck around.

He pressed his much larger hand on her abdomen and although not visible he was concerned, a bit scared even. What the fuck was this? He’s never been this scared about a partner. He’s lost enough to not care as much anymore, to be used to it by now. So why was he so breathless and shaken by this girl’s injury?

“I’ll guide you, Ghost. The bullet went through. It looks real ugly with all this gushing but it hit my flank. See? Nothin’ important got hit” she said to him reassuringly, lifting herself up from the floor and lightly twisting to show him the hole the bullet went through on the right side of her waist. The two meet their gaze, his softened by her reassurance.

The two made it out of the building and back to the evac. Angel had guided Simon to tend to the wound and patch her up, and in return he basically carried her out of there.

That night back in HQ had Simon stressing, not because of the mission, not because of Angel’s injury, but because he was so god damn confused about what was clouding his mind so much. This new feeling he had. He felt restless and dazed by it. He felt like he failed that mission entirely by allowing Angel to get hurt, a new instinct to protect awoke in him. That night he couldn’t sleep, no amount of cigarettes out the window of his dorm calmed him down or made him make sense of these newfound feelings and fears.

From then on he was her shadow, and their distance became shorter as a result. Cheeky remarks, overly friendly banter sometimes escalating to flirty insults and jokes. Then came the light touches between the two, accidental of course. And his symptoms got worse each day.

His sleepless nights went from worries and memories of the battlefield to that of what a teenage boy would worry about.

He wanted her, and it was so hard for him to admit that to himself. He wanted her closer to him, he wanted the light touches between the two to become more comfortable, heavier, needier. He wanted her carnally. He thought about the times she was paired up with Johnny, how the two of them clicked and it sent him into a spiral. What if she laid awake at night the same way as him, but thinking about Soap? Or Gaz? Hell, even Price? Or none at all, and he was just horny and pining for her like a creep.

He thought of the softness of her skin when they touched, when she tended to his wounds how feathery her fingers felt in comparison to his calloused ones or the cold ones of any other nurse back at the base. How he hair swung in a braid when he was watching her back during missions. How she smelled when she was close to him, she smelled womanly with the salty tinge of her sweat from busting her ass on the field. It made him feral to think of her at the hands of another man, but he felt so stupid for it because it was the most plausible thing to happen, more so than for her to reciprocate his feelings, or at least for her to let him fuck her, at least once to get it out of his system.

Simon’s new nightly routine was of pacing around HQ finding something to busy himself with like paperwork or a smoke outside. He made his way back to his dorm after enough busywork and attempts to tire himself out. When he went to open the door to his room, she was there, leaning against the arch, and standing there as if waiting for him, with a sly smile plastered on her face.

“Can’t sleep?” She questioned.

“I could ask you the same thing”, he said, standing parallel to her.

She moved from the door as if inviting him to open it, which he complied with.

“Maybe we can help tire each other out”

Next thing he knows she’s sitting naked on his bed, baring herself to him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed looking down at her, admiring the sight in front of him. She’s putting on a show for him, caressing her breasts, down to her stomach and the space between her legs.

“Open your legs, sweetheart,” he says huskily “I know you want me to see.”

She spreads her knees, exposing her soaked cunt that she tenderly and slowly strokes. He’s salivating at the sight, as she slides her fingers through her folds, teasing herself, with her other hand massing her breast, taking a nipple between her index and middle finger. He watches her moan and throw her head back as she circles her clit, slowly, applying the right amount of pressure that sets her body alight.

She goes at it for some time before dipping her fingers in her hole, saturating them in her slick before reaching out to his unmasked mouth which he takes in with a low hum at the taste of it.

Except none of that actually happened, which is proven by Simon waking up alone in the darkness of his room in a cold sweat. He’s in pure terror, his face hot and red under his mask. Fuck, did he just dream that? He’s even more mortified by the tent his rock hard dick is pitching under his sheets.

Fuck, this can’t be fucking happening.

He gets up from his bed immediately, beelining for his en-suite. There’s no fucking way he’s caving into dreams like that, he feels like that’s disrespectful to his teammate, like his body’s betraying him. He removes his mask, turns on the cold shower and steps in, ice cold water hitting his scalding skin. His head sinks between his shoulders, hands placed against the wall in front of him as he lets the water hit from above, as he looks down at his erection.

It’s not helping, it’s not going down.

All he thinks about is the image of Angel sat pretty and baring herself to him in his bed. Of her hands traveling over her body. He brings two fingers to his lips, imagining hers, imagining how sweet she must taste. He closes his eyes and he’s taken back to his dream.

Fuckkk, he thinks. Now it’s not just his body that’s betraying him it’s his whole damn self, he’s giving in completely as he wonders what’s next. As he wonders what would happen if he took those dainty tender hands with those pretty painted nails and wrapped them around his thick throbbing cock. What would happen if he let her stroke him slowly with a mix of her slick and his spit.

Simon brings his own hand in the shower down to his cock and he strokes himself with that scenario playing in his mind behind his closed eyelids. He relishes in the feeling of his hand stroking himself, slowly at first like he pictures Angel would, then increasing the speed.

He thinks about what it would be like to have her mouth on it instead. Oh her full juicy lips, red and smooth, how they’d stretch around his girth, inching down from tip to base.

“That’s it, pretty girl”, he whispers with his eyes still shut and his hand still relieving his cock in the shower.

He thinks about her gagging on his length as he’s encouraging her to take more and more in until the hilt, until it’s encapsulated by her throat. He squeezes his dick thinking about it as he strokes it some more, picturing her bobbing her head at the same rhythm and speed as he’s using on himself. He’d put his hand on that braid she’s always got and grasp it firmly as he commands her head and dictates how deep and fast she can suck him off.

He’s a mess in the shower, moaning lowly and groaning to himself. He lets his head rest on his forearm against the wall, the water running down his back and his hand squeezing and pulling at his cock. His mind wanders some more and now he’s picturing his spit-covered cock lining himself with her pussy, slowly spreading her open, loosening up the tightness of it, molding her to his length. She’d make the cutest noises, they’d drive him insane. Her moans and mewls shooting straight to his cock, making him twitch inside of her. She’d feel so warm, wrapping his dick in her sopping cavern, making him feel whole like she’s a missing piece to his puzzle.

Simon’s stroking himself faster now, panting under the water, cupping his balls with his other hand as he imagines pounding into Angel, imagines the sounds he can pull from her and thinking of the sight of her splayed out under him as his dick is buried deep inside of her, then pulled out and rammed back in, keeping up the speed of his hand.

He’s at it for a few moments more, moving his hips and thrusting himself into his own hands as if he was fucking her. Until he starts to feel that burning pressure at the pit of his stomach, as his balls feel tighter with his release about to happen. And then he snaps. White hot ropes of cum shoot out of his cock, dripping into his hands and out onto the tile of the shower, flowing down the drain. He’s gasping and groaning, cursing at himself as his thighs vibrate from his orgasm. His mind a haze but fuck, he feels good. Like a moment of catharsis.

Now the struggle is gonna be looking at Angel without thinking of his late night activities. Now he’s given into his desires and carries more of the burden of wanting her without being able to have her.

A/N: WELP… Please leave some thoughts if you got this far, thanks for reading <3 divider credit to @cafekitsune

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hanrinz · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you’re doing well. <33 On requests, I’m hoping for some Shinsou dating headcanons or maybe on S/O being rivals to lovers with him. Idk, but hope it can give an idea :))

✰ ˖ DATING SHINSOU HITOSHI . . . !

content: fluff! a little ooc shinsou, friends to lovers (bc it's cute), reader is chaotic, and maybe this is a little self indulgent

notes: omgg anon!! i love the idea, maybe i'll write the rivals to lovers in a different post, but for now i really like the idea of dating shinsou hc!! oh and also i'm doing well anon, ty for asking !

dating the shinsou hitoshi might be the most unexpected thing that has ever happened to you in attending UA

if someone ever told your first year self that you're dating the purple haired guy, you would have laughed at their face

well, jokes on you

you've been together for two years, and happily spending your days training as a hero! y'all already in third year and closer to graduating, it was definitely not an easy journey but you made it!

you've been each other's person back before you've even got together

he has a habit of bringing you your favorite coffee every morning & the time he had forgotten to make you one, the both of you shared his

or if you don't like coffee he probably brings you something to eat.

probably has that day where the two of you would talk shit of someone who has wronged the both of you (they deserved it)

most of the time you do your homework together, but you kind of get distracted.. so as much as you really like spending time with him, studying separately was more ideal

one time you took him to an amusement park on your second date, and you really had fun, maybe minus the part where the whole class followed y'all (they were like the paparazzi, they even made an effort to put on a disguise)

forehead kisses!! lots of forehead kisses, like before you go to class he'll never forget to give you a forehead kiss and you would kiss him on the cheeks!

it took him at least two months before he got used to the physical touch, very clingy when he got used to it!

he sleeps on your lap! he said it was so comfortable and your thighs were like pillows??

he writes you poems omg, like he sends it at midnight, when he can't sleep. he's very sweet😭 please hug him

there was one time where he sneaked into your room at night, just because he wanted to kiss you, y'all got caught by aizawa midway. mans never got that kiss that night

would always hold your hand randomly, just to feel if you're really here beside him :(

he loves cats, he does! but you were on a different level in liking them. he has to physically stop you from petting every stray cat you see. he's very worried you might just die from rabies before you even become a hero😟

he's a little spoon! idc what other ppl say, i rest my case, your honor.

takes candid photos of you, he has an album of them with little notes written in it. "the most beautiful person to exist" or "mine" <3 STOPWBHSJH

literally the best in comforting!!

surprisingly, knows how to style a hair🤨 i mean he babysits eri so.. like he's so good!

speaking of eri!! y'all always take her outside to enjoy! would always have that 'y/n, shinsou & eri day!'

when y'all become pro-heroes and took eri for a picnic, ppl would always mistake you for a family (don't y'all look a little too young for a family?)

a lot of ppl support your relationship, lowkey but not a secret<33

#letters.#nonnie.#shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou headcanons #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi x you #mha headcanons #shinso x reader #bnha headcannons #bnha headcanons #roses ‘r rosie

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onlinekitsune · 1 year

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Sensible Sort of Love

“I never wanted a quiet, sensible sort of love. I wanted to be devoured.” – Beau Taplin, The Devouring

hihi i usually write stuff abt otome games but recently aib has captivated my entire attention (especially chishiya) so i just had to write a thing! very much inspired by the poem above!! i hope you enjoy! and i apologize if it’s a bit ooc, it’s kinda how i perceive him🫶🏼 tldr: basically an au of chishiya telling you his plan while also confessing his feelings・spoilers for s1 ep 6/7?? (not sure sorry), gnc!reader, not proofread

“I have to say, this is very unlike you.” Kuina scoffed. Chishiya kept his back to her and let out a long sigh. He knew that. You seemed to have turned his world flat on it’s back. You were a hurricane ripping through everything he thought he knew. And yet, he still wanted to chase you.

“I know.” He finally let out. Still avoiding her gaze. “I just. I don’t know. I just want them to be safe. I don’t want them to be caught in what this will turn into.” He added. Kuina smiled and let out of a sigh of her own. It was odd to see the effect you had on him, but refreshing.

“I already know, Chishiya. It’s written all over your face. I’ll go grab them, don’t worry.” Kuina replied, gently patting his shoulder. He continued to stare at the horizon, awaiting your presence. His fingertips twitched in anticipation. To say that he was nervous was a complete understatement. For the first time, he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

You saw him there, still facing away from the entrance. His gaze glued on the bright blue sky that was engulfing him. You knew immediately as you stepped foot on the roof that this was no ordinary conversation. Though, there were never just ordinary conversations between the two of you. Your relationship was quite peculiar, only suitable for the situation you two were in.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare?” He asked coyly.

“You’re the one who invited me up here. You can’t even turn around to greet me?” You smirked. You crossed your arms, staring straight at him.

“Touché.” He muttered, turning around to finally meet your gaze. His eyes met yours and immediately darted to anything else. “Welcome to the roof. You’ve been here a number of times and you still need a tour?” He jeered, mocking the movements of a tour guide. You rolled your eyes. He was stalling. Spending a lot of time with Chishiya gave you the advantage to read people, to read him. Which was his own downfall. You didn’t notice he was walking towards you until he was just a step away.

Chishiya reached out to grab your wrist, stopping just inches before. His fingers lingered inches away. They softly brushed down to meet your fingers. They were soft and treated yours as if they were made out of plaster. “Hey.” He breathed. You looked up at him. You weren’t too much shorter but still enough where you had to slightly tilt your head. The sunlight made his dark eyes twinkle, highlighting how teary they were. “I have a plan. It’s a bit risky. But, I want to include you. I don’t want you to be caught in up with what happens. I care about you, you know.”

Your breath hitched, trying to gather everything that was happening. You were so lost in your own world. Unaware that his hands were encased in yours. It’d been a long couple of days in the borderland. Long enough that a simple touch of affection had you lost for words. You blinked twice, seeing if this was some kind of odd dream. It wasn’t like Chishiya to be this gentle or sentimental. It was a completely different side from the cocky blonde.

“You don’t need to requite my feelings. That’s not what’s important, I-“

“They’re important, Chishiya.” You interrupted. “You’re important. Especially to me. If it wasn’t obvious what my feelings were already… I’ll just show you.” You hesitated for a second, leaning towards him. You waited to see his response and you sure did. The soft grin that you knew and adored fell upon his lips. Silently revealing to you that it was completely okay to kiss him. Your hands found their way to the hems of his jacket zipper. You slightly pulled them closer to you still embraced in your shared kiss.

“Well, happy ending?” A voice interuptted, from behind. You pull apart from Chishiya, instantly hiding your face away from Kuina. She laughed before gathering closer to the two of you. Chishiya then began to describe his plan to steal the cards, before the beach could collapse on itself.

#aib #aib s1 #aib spoilers #aib scenarios #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland fanfic #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya imagine #chishiya fic #chishiya x y/n #chishiya fanfic #aib chishiya #chishiya fluff #chishiya angst #chishiya alice in borderland #kuina mention 🫶🏼

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elysefz · 26 days

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HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL !

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i was in college! april 2018. but i was looking for something new to join. i liked the political aspect of the rp, it was still a pairs rp with the alliance system that seemed fun. i was in the middle of my political science major so i liked the idea of using what i was learning. also the main was very pretty. a lot of it was new to me, that's when we were all using icons and i didn't know what the heck small text was.

which characters have you written over the years ?

oh no, let's see: elyse, aslan, michael, daisuke, roxanna, stella, rebeka (i think was her name??) (stella part 1 kinda), ester (remember the pons?), domas (daisuke part 1 lbr), there was a daniel bruhl fc early on rip to him, ming fa (jianguo part 1), jianguo (my sweet boy, i did you dirty), queen of nambia i don't remember your name but you were fun, duchess of brittany i think?

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

andorra! also layslan my beloved.

what about other people's plotlines ?

the russian plots were always super sexy and the zulus were so good. also england. just all of it.

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

elyse, my little nightmare. she grew up with me it feels like. i was studying nationalism and populism in my undergrad degree and i wanted to play with those styles of politics. she's so screwed up but i love her. her insecurity and the way that makes her clings to her choices, even when they are clearly bad. i think we all do that sometimes, we fear something and the create the situation that we fear. honorable mention to my baby michael and my favorite villain domas/daisuke who would just plan fun.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

i wish i could live in farnauld forever. novel version when?

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

probably my early ones, like early prussia. i learned so much in this half decade about writing, storytelling, and working in a group. i am entirely grateful to all of you for teaching me with kindness and love.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

i'm not going to lie, i've had kalyse on my mind recently. but we had a whole thing with michael planned out and northern ireland which would have been fun. and we had some stuff planned for daisuke too that would have been interesting. also, if we had done it, you would have screamed at the mexico/cuba plot

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

all of them but hshqmas is always a delight. also all the april fools admin announcements which got me every year and now this *weeps*

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

i'm on discord as ladyjane and my rph is @abbydoesrph. maybe i'll up a 1x1 someday. idk hmu.

what else would you like to say ?

i'm not going to say everything i want to say because i'm in my feelings. i feel like i grew up in hshq; as a person and as a writer. i've joined and left a lot of groups in this time but i always come back here. come home. i want to say thank you. and thank you for your patience and communication and still loving me when i know i screwed up. i can only hope i've left you with as many good feelings as you all have left me with. and thank you in particular to the admins for your care, attention, and dedication to the group. honestly, you're outstanding. i wish i had bosses who would asked for and provided feedback as well you three. all of my love, and i mean all of it, to hshq. xoxo.

#hshqtask059 #i'm sure i forgot something but anyway ily

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marimayscarlett · 1 month

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Can someone with psychological knowledge please explain fan fiction? And of course, in this instance, I mean Rammstein fan fiction. I can read anything from comfort to the nastiest, filthiest stories and really pull myself into that world, especially if it's written very realistically (no ooc) AND YET once I finish reading, it is over. There's none of it bleeding into reality. Sure, we all aww at Paulchard kisses and touches and make silly jokes but it's never "Oh they are 100% fucking".

It's like getting off, washing your hands, and then coming out for dinner with the family 😐

Hi 👋🏼

I must say, this is an interesting take on things (and made me laugh in the last part, not going to lie 😅). I may not have extensive psychological knowledge, yet I'll give it a try and put my (of course subjective) thoughts into words here.

For me, fan fiction first and foremost is like a filter you put over reality - to try out different 'what-if' scenarios, living out fantasies in a save space, explore possible different timelines, universes (be it daring fantasy AUs or the good old comforting coffee shop/comic book store AUs) and outcomes of maybe real life scenarios of the people in question (rather popular in the R+ realm of course is the Mutter era on this regard).

You mentioned that none of it bleeds into reality for you - one possible reason for it can be (from my perspective) that the base of all these fan fictions, the band itself, really exists before our own eyes. We can check on them, get updates about the band members, we comprehend that these are real people with personal lives, making decisions in their lives which lead them in a certain way. I can imagine as soon as you (or lots of people who feel the same way) finish a fan fic, the so called 'filter' is instantly gone. Since in real life it's very clear that for example Paul is in a committed relationship/Schneider is married with kids/the band members are in fact just day to day people and not high profile gangsters (etc etc, you get the jist); I can imagine that these real existing facts can act like a sobering effect.

Yet not everyone has this admittedly quite healthy distance to fan fiction - I must admit that when I read for example a tragic fan fiction (character death, lots of hurt/comfort, melancholic/sad endings), I do struggle snapping out of it immediatly. In terms of rationality, I know that Richard did not die of the plague/did not leave the band/the band was not killed during a heist/what-have-you, and yet I find myself almost feeling like wrapped in cotton wool - kind of paralysed mentally for a few days, my mind still revolving about this particular fic.

I think all in all it's a question of character, how the mind reacts to certain things, how attatched one is to fiction and the admittedly fictional characterisations of real life people.

#rammstein #ask #thank you for this ask! very thought inducing #rammstein fan fiction

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hiii i was wondering if you could write something nsfw about the reader asking edward to take her virginity…. pls and thx if you have the time:))🐛

You know, the funny thing is that the very first thing I started writing was exactly this… you and Eddie losing your virginities together 😂😭 Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it 👀) what started off as me writing a smut piece unintentionally became a monster one-shot fic that I’m still trying to finish but got stuck on, and it’s still in my drafts.

So because the fic of this concept is currently being worked on and I don’t want to leave you empty-handed, I’ve written headcanons - these headcanons will be worked into the one shot I’m writing! ☺️ I hope that’s okay! Also, these headcanons have helped me break my writers block, so thank you!

Warning(s): SMUT, 18+, AFAB reader, references to jerking off, this is literally just about sex from start to finish, also I’m so sorry if this ended up being OOC 😭 I just feel like this kind of thing called for some softness… also, USE PROTECTION EVERYONE!

✨Losing Your Virginity To Edward Nashton (Headcanons)✨

As I’ve said before, either he’s a virgin or he’s had like one case of a pity blowjob or something - but he’s not super experienced himself either way. Even though you’re aware of this, you’re still worried that he’ll react badly to finding out you’re a virgin, that he’ll think there’s something wrong with you or that he’ll think you’re totally lame for not having any experience

It’s not that you don’t want to have sex, it’s just that you wanted to wait for the right person - and anyone else you’ve dated or even been relatively close to hasn’t felt quite right. You weren’t sure why, but no one ever felt right to do it with, so you just… hadn’t.

You and Eddie have had some pretty hot and heavy make outs by this point, but it’s never gone beyond that and the occasional groping that’s left you both wanting more - not that he admits this to you, but he ends up jerking off later in the night thinking about you and what it would be like to take it further. And, honestly, you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t lie in bed doing the same thing, touching yourself thinking about him

Anyway, you’re kissing and groping pretty desperately one night, and you end up blurting it out before you can stop yourself - and then you’re super embarrassed, scared that you’ve messed up somehow

Eddie is pretty surprised that you haven’t had sex, to be honest, he really thought you’d have more experience - not in a bad way, of course! He doesn’t think you’re easy or anything, he just thinks that you’re so perfect and beautiful that you’d have surely done it by now because who wouldn’t want to do it with you? He was certain that you’d be more experienced than him because of how inexperienced he is and because hardly anyone ever paid him any attention in that way in the past

Despite the fact he really wants to have sex with you more than anything, he manages to start stammering and rambling that it’s okay if you want to wait, he doesn’t want to force you or make you uncomfortable no matter how desperate he is, etc. - and that’s when you realise you don’t want to wait anymore. He’s being so sweet about it that you’re suddenly more sure than ever that yep, this is it, this is the right time and the right person

To be honest, you were already feeling sure he was going to be the one because you loved him a lot and trusted him, but this just confirmed it even more

When you interrupt him, telling him quite frankly that you want to have sex with him, he’s so stunned that he stops talking for a minute, eyes about to pop out of his head and he’s sure he’s stopped breathing - he’s certain he’s misheard you, that he imagined it, and you have to repeat it nervously. “But only if you want to, I mean,” you add, worried you’ve put him off completely

Let’s be honest, absolutely nothing would put him off of having sex with you, he’s spent nearly every night since he first saw you jerking off thinking about you and what it would be like to do it with you

Somehow you both make it to the bedroom and it’s a little awkward but in an okay sort of way, because neither of you actually know exactly what you’re doing but you’re going to figure it out together

Expect lots of praise for your body as you take your clothes off! Eddie literally kisses as much of you as he can, mumbling and whispering and just rambling softly like a crazy person because goddamn you’re so beautiful and sexy and it’s driving him crazy

You’re pretty embarrassed when your shirt comes off and he’s just staring at your chest, worried that he won’t like what he’s seeing - but then he’s touching you, admittedly a little clumsily but not unpleasantly, and he’s the one whimpering, like it literally is turning him on so bad to be touching you (spoiler: it is)

Honestly you’re both just very reassuring to each other as you’re taking each other’s clothes off; Eddie’s not that sure that you’ll like what you’re seeing when he’s taking his clothes off, like he’s terrified you’ll look at him and think he’s disgusting or something, he’s convinced that because he doesn’t look like some chiseled supermodel that it means he’s ugly, but honestly you can’t keep your hands off of him 🥺

As I mentioned above, he gets a lot of pleasure out of touching you, but it’s also because he knows that he’s the very first to make you feel this good, that he’s the first to touch you like this, that he’ll be the first and only one to do this with you - and that turns him on so bad, he’s so possessive like that. To be fair, it turns you on quite a lot to think that you’re his first too

If you’re self conscious about parts of your body - like your tummy or your thighs - he totally pays those extra attention, giving them little kisses, stroking them, just in general showing how much he loves them. Also I’ll say it again: praising! Eddie just praises you and your body the whole time, he’s an absolute simp for you and every part of you at this point

And of course you’re praising him too, he flushes pink when you admit how hot you think he is, when you run your hands over his body eagerly, but it’s clear he likes you complimenting him and his body. Also at some point he anxiously asks if you’d prefer he take his glasses off, if you’ll find him more attractive without them, but you tell him very firmly that you love his glasses and if he wants to keep them on to see you better, then all the better

I mentioned this in my original post about having sex with him, but I’m going to say it again because it’s relevant: Eddie is super nervous about you seeing his cock, like he’s so self conscious about it because toxic internet culture has him convinced he’s got a small one and that he won’t be able to please you properly. His cock isn’t overly big, it’s not like a monster dick, it’s the smallest bit above average, which is actually a relief because who the fuck wants to be torn in half their first time 💀 you don’t really have anything to compare him to, but there’s nothing actually wrong with it, he’s just super nervous

When he starts stuttering, being self-deprecating about it (“I- I know it’s not… it’s… I’m not…”) you make sure to reassure him that he doesn’t need to worry about it, that it’s perfect just like the rest of him, and he nearly starts crying when you hesitantly wrap your hand around him - he has to stop you because he’s two seconds from cumming with you touching him like that

He really does nearly finish right then and there when he hesitantly reaches his hand between your legs and feels how wet you are for him, that it’s all because of him and no one else, and it’s a huge effort on his part not to finish early and ruin the experience

It takes longer than it probably should to put the condom on properly; firstly because he’s nervous and extremely turned on and flustered, which is making him slower/even more uncertain, and then also because you try to help him while you’re also nervous about it… you get it on eventually but damn it’s awkward at first

He checks one last time for consent before entering you, even though he’s so turned on it hurts, even though he doesn’t want to stop, because he wants to be extra certain, and when you give him the go ahead he moves slow so you can adjust to him

When he’s fully inside you, he doesn’t move and keeps asking if this is okay, but you’re both super overwhelmed - not just because you feel so full, but also because you’re so happy it’s Eddie who you’re losing your virginity to, and you love him so much

Before you can say anything, fighting back a lot of emotions, he mistakes your tears for pain and panics that he’s done something wrong, that he’s hurt you, starts offering to pull out, but you stop him and tell him to wait before explaining that you’re not crying out of pain - you’re almost embarrassed to admit that you’re crying because you’re so happy

For a moment he doesn’t say anything, just staring down at you - and then you see he’s starting to cry. When you ask what’s wrong, he shakes his head and tells you he’s so happy too and that he loves you so much that he can’t help it, and he’s sorry for crying- Edward Nashton is a crier during sex and no one can change my mind on that 💀

You assure him it’s okay, you’re not upset, it’s actually really sweet that he’s emotional about it because you are too, and you press little kisses to his face so he knows you don’t mind, so he knows that you don’t think he’s ruining anything

It’s almost kind of funny how emotional the two of you are about having sex for the first time, like you’re both so ridiculously happy about it???

It’s the first time either of you have had sex so it’s nothing kinky or even particularly mind-blowing, to be honest it’s a little awkward at first because neither of you are completely sure how to move or whatever, but it’s still amazing in its own way because you obviously care about each other 🥹

Despite his inexperience, it turns out that Eddie is a pretty fast learner - and he’s absolutely memorising what exactly you like in bed, where you like being touched, etc. It doesn’t take long for him to get into a decent rhythm that has you both gasping

Eddie is so loud as he starts to get the hang of it too, it’s like he can’t stop himself from making noise as he whimpers and moans and murmurs your name over and over again, like it’s the only word he knows anymore

Not that you’re much quieter - your groans and cries of pleasure are just spurring him on even more, and you’re sure you’re gripping him too tightly as your nails run over the skin of his back, but he just moans even louder in your ear, clearly not minding at all

That’s when you let it out before you can stop yourself: “fuck, Eddie, that’s it, make love to me”

He halts for a moment, wide eyed at your words, surprised by it - and then he starts thrusting again, faster and harder and more desperate as his lips search for yours. “Yes,” you hear him whisper, his breath hot against your mouth, sounding on the verge of tears again, “fuck, (Y/N), yes, I love you”

He’s not exactly sure how to get you to finish, but he desperately wants you to more than anything; you help guide his hand further down where your bodies are entwined, to the sensitive nub of your clit, and while his rhythm is slightly thrown off as he tries to continue thrusting his hips while also now touching you down there, it still feels so insanely good

Neither of you last long this first time but neither of you are going to complain; you cum first, all but sobbing from the pleasure, and Eddie isn’t far behind - seeing you come undone because of him is what pushes him over the edge

Eddie buries his face into the space between your shoulder and your neck as he cums, pushing himself as deep into you as he can as he cries out, a rambling stream of swears, your name and other loving sentiments; you can only grip him tighter as he shudders through his finish, still recovering from your own climax but feeling a thrill rush through you at the realisation that he came just for you, because of you

Afterwards, once the condom has been disposed of and you’re both under the sheets (Eddie’s glasses now on the table at the side of the bed in case he falls asleep because he’s extremely tired after all that), you rest your head just under his chin and you just cuddle together. He’s still a little unsure as he wraps his arms around you, not used to such intimacy, but you soon feel him gradually start to relax, his hands slowly stroking down your back, up the curve of your neck, into your hair, just feeling you with him

You fall asleep first, exhausted but so happy as you lie on top of him with his arms around you, making you feel safe and warm and loved. Eddie isn’t far behind you, but he takes a moment before sleep overcomes him to look down at where you’re snoozing on top of him, at where his arms are wrapped tightly around you, your skin practically glowing from the orgasm he gave you, and he smiles widely to himself because he’s so content in this moment, the most content he’s ever been in his sorry excuse for a life, and he adores you so much it’s ridiculous

Just… post coital cuddles with Eddie as he whispers how much you mean to him 🥹💚

#🐛 anon #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #the riddler #the riddler x reader #paul dano x reader #the batman #danonation #paul dano #the riddler imagine #asks #I’ll add a read more later if this is too long because I’m on my phone 😭#this was just an excuse to goggle the Paul Dano Ruby sparks gif 😭#I’m so sorry this is so cringey and probably bad but it’s nearly 1:30am here 😭#edward nashton imagine

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HSHQTASK059!

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i think i joined in late 2017! i had to go check, otherwise i would lied and said in 2018! i had just started uni some months earlier, it was a very hectic and weird time. i didn't think my schedule would allow me to stay in a group setting but hshq was too addictive! now i'm an old old old working woman, uni feels a forever ago

which characters have you written over the years ?

oh boy! antonia, levente, mieke, leonor, maybe someone else but only briefly?

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

i think the english plotline will forever stay with me. don't get me wrong, i love the croÿs, they've kept me so entertained and i love them, but the english plotline was intriguing and i liked the magnitude of it. it was also a fun way to comment on the english class system. in all of its absurdity, i feel like it was a smart plotline. one of the lighter and shorter plotlines that i've loved would be lisvente and in extension levente and isabela's hate for each other. lisvente helped me a lot with characterization in the beginning, and honestly i think i lost the plot on levente at some point and he became almost too kind. i wanted him to be genuinely despicable but i think i failed at that a bit. the fights with isabela were fun and i'm sort of sad they became quite civil towards the end.

what about other people's plotlines ?

i'm a big fan of italy. i think it was interesting plotline to follow and it kept surprising me ! and i have a soft spot for viveka and ilona and i wish we could have gotten more of them :(

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

weidly enough antonia. she wasn't too easy to write but at the height of the english drama, i think i got to write some of the most interesting replies. antonia allowed me to write about the politics that i actually knew something about. antonia was also a refreshing character among all the rich bitches of hshq. it was fun to offer a balancing force. levente's shit was mostly petty and while his plotlines were entertaining and it was fun to write someone horrible, he became a bit repetitive. i think if leonor's plots would have developed past the first threads, i would have fallen more in love with her. she was refreshing and i liked the opportunity to write a truly emotional character!

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

the very short plotline where fanni had to pretend to sylvia that milena's ultrasound pictures were hers. it was so funny and unexpected chain of events. i had fun!

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

i don't think so. all of my plotlines have more or less written themselves and i'm fine with the organic way things came to be.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

maybe invente? i was so inactive that they never really recovered from the katya thing. i promised to isa that i'd finish one last levente x fanni thread so that's still in the works1

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

nothing particular comes to mind. i think i miss the times when people actually posted ooc stuff on the dash. the times when the dash was more ooc than ic were great because everyone were so invested!

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

i'm not really anywhere anymore, sorry :( if something comes up, you can try this acc but i don't know if i'll login that often

what else would you like to say ?

i've had an amazing time with all of you. this group's been truly remarkable and i am incredibly happy that i wasn't flaky. i've been able to write intricate plotlines that never would have happened if people hadn't been loyal, motivated and innovative! i will literally miss everyone so much <3 ps. i'll write the 58th task soon!

#hshqtask059 #i'm so emo

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strawhatonapicnic · 2 years

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The fool who fell for a flower blowing in the wind

Jun wu x reader

Warning: OOC

Hello and welcome to this really badly written fanfic I’ve just started getting into tgcf and getting back into writing I’m still waiting for the first novel to be delivered to me so to make this fic kind of work I had to make some things up I’m so sorry if they are far from the canon.

Cheers could be heard throughout the heavens. It was a day of celebration and every individual god was invited and what kind of fools would they be to miss such a grand celebration or more a grand opportunity to gain the favor of the newly crowned martial heavenly god emperor Jun Wu.

To him this “ celebration” was utterly displeasing the gods that once made fun of him for being “ useless” now where kneeling to him like some type of starving dogs trying to lick his shoes like they where some type of bone to gain his favor it disgusted him to no extend the vibrant music that was so old to his ears was irksome the utterly luxurious gifts ranging from money, jewelry, and one last interesting but disgusting gift entertainment…

The one that presented such a daring gift was a snake like god but what displeased Jun wu the most was how shameless the god to show him a lot of beautiful maidens that would be dancing for him as a “gift” he had nothing against the women no far from it they had no fault in this god's shameful self they where just imprisoned in the palms of a snake.

“There was no need to give me such a thoughtful gift. I truly appreciate it.” Jun Wu says with a smile so fake that even the most of idiots would know is fake was plastered on his face he wanted this over with.

“ No need to thank me your majesty, this is barely anything worth your greatness.”

The god said before snapping his fingers making the maidens start their dancing.

The way they danced was gentle and study it was truly a blissful sight to those who where blinded by the beauty of the girls but if you had a brain and good eyes you could see how numb and empty there movements where how not a ounce of emotion shown through them it was as if they were being pulled by strings which wouldn’t be far from the truth after all they were in the palms of that shameless snake like god one wrong move could get them killed by that said god they must be perfect and graceful for the newly crowned emperor not a single step could be wrong or their heads would be rolling on the dirty floor to Jun wu just sight of said girls was almost drab to see.

But that murky sight was soon replaced when Jun wu caught sight of something red in the corner of his eyes turning his head towards said direction he saw the most beautiful being in his whole existents a maiden was what he saw dressed in fair red like dancer clothes she looked like a flower being blown harshly by the wind but it wasn’t rough no it had a touch of elegance to it her dance her every step was sharp filled with out most confidents truly a shining flower among dying weeds.

His eyes where focused on her and only her he knew she was meant for him and no one else’s eyes.‘Such a flower shouldn’t be seen by these filthy beings calling themselves gods.’ Jun Wu thought He needed to lock her way so only he could see her the beauty that the flower held was for him and only for him it was made for him..

Or so he believed

Oh but such beauty comes with consequence and his flower was no different as beautiful and fair as she looked in the outside she was foul in the inside her dance wasn’t only to be shown to the emperor as a “gift” oh no it was a warning being sent his way a fool who fell into the thorns of this very flower..

A flower that wants revenge..

A flower that wants his head to be crushed under her very feet a flower that wants to be the one to give him a wretched death.

To pay the price of what he did to her dear child who’s ashes didn’t even remain.

Even if it’s not today she would make it come true…

Even if it took a hundred years she would still be here…

After all she would still be here in that many years and more to come…

She after all isn’t a being that breathes the same air as mortals anymore.

#tgcf #tgcf fanfic #mxtx tgcf #heavens official blessing #jun wu #my wrtitng #tian guan ci fu #reader insert #tgcf x reader

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rcmvncv · 25 days

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HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL !

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

it was either a promo or an ad for ani's wc. either way the wc was a main reason ! i also wanted to use rosie so bad and she fit into the oranje-nassau look !!!! joce was so nice and after talking to her it was a no brainer kgjdbsgjkb

which characters have you written over the years ?

femke, inari, alexei, zahra/vita, marcello, henrique, asta (she lasted for a hot minute)

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

a plotline that kept me laughing was the last invasion and writing marcello's inner monologue. it was so much fun to write everything to have a double meaning depending on whether you knew the upcoming plot twist or not kgbsdjgb but i think annexei means the most to me, or at least the way it allowed me to shape alexei. alexei was the kind of character that surprised me every now and then. a special mention goes to the love triangle between samke and kris. i had never written and i have never written later, a cheating plot so i guess i'll drink to that akgbdsjg

what about other people's plotlines ?

i loved the lawn chair thing. it was so stupid and it inspired me a bit. i had struggled with muse and it sort of reminded me how fun rping was. but hmm... on a more serious note, it would have to be some event. possibly the monaco nye because the points game made it so wild and i loved every second of it. the threads were amazing and crazy ! one big plotline that i loved to read was the hungary-switzerland-italy thing. as a plot it wasn't the wildest, but i think we got some very interesting interactions out of it. i also love the milvente love child plotline. it became something HUGE. i gotta respect that. who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

the middle of annexei maybe or the beginning of samke. during the middle of annexei, i think i learned to write a bit better and write about emotions. i realized how sad a man alexei was. it sorta broke my heart. samke for nostalgia. i can't believe how far they've come!

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

hmmmmmm i think i'd try to write marcello more. i feel like the plot twist wasn't prepped properly. there was a lot of wasted potential.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

i'm actually content. surprisingly. i think storywise i was ready for this. there wasn't much i could have given to femke or alexei. maybe i would have wanted one more thread with anya and alexei and have them either patch things up or at least reach some sort of a conclusion. aaaaand... one more huge group thread with the romanovs/russians, and one with oranje-nassaus. i really miss the olden days when we wrote the oranje-nassau siblings. they are my faves for their wholesomeness. the romanovs are precious for their complexity.

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

it honestly might be joining ? this sounds very cliche but the welcome i received was so warm. i've spent a lot of time chatting with joce, j, eve and julie. i have a hard time letting go of that part of hshq.

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

i think i'm retiring for good. i haven't logged on my other accounts in ages. this is it, i think :(

what else would you like to say ?

i hate goodbyes, i really do. like i said earlier, i have finished all of my stories so this feels like a good time to close the shutters. but it hurts. this really hurts because hshq and all of you are very dear to me and i wish i could continue laughing with you guys, get excited over threads, gasp at plot twists ! but you know what they say: it only hurts if it was good! and if there's something hshq was, it was GOOD!!!!! so insanely good!!!!!

#hshqtask059 #writing this hurt :(

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all-for-the-simps · 11 months

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"Sword in a Gunfight"

: Prologue :

CoD x Original Character Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Context: I know nothing about the military or how it works, I've never played CoD and all the characters are probably ooc 'cause I don' know what I'm doing but please, enjoy just as I have written it :))

A/N: This prologue chapter is a little boring, it's mostly just an introduction but. I had a lot of fun with this and I've got a big old plan and I can't wait to show you people. Anyway, please respect my dni rules and i appreciate your reblogs :) (I'll add pics and cool stuff like that to this soon, my wifi is dying right now-)

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

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“‘Los Vaqueros’? What kind of a name is that?”

“Frost…” Price sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Mexican Special Forces and they named themselves ‘The Cowboys’? They could’ve picked any other name but had to go with one that makes them sound like a gang of immature teenagers trying their hardest to be rebellious.” Frost said, earning a groan from the rest of the unit.

“You finished?” Ghost asked, giving Frost a tired glare.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m done.” Frost nodded. Soap chuckled and Gaz just face-palmed. As you can probably tell, this sort of thing happens quite a lot.

“I suggest you don’t repeat any of that when you meet them, you might get beat up,” Soap said, leaning an arm on Frost’s shoulder. Frost raised an eyebrow but nodded, agreeing. Price leaned his hands on the table they were all standing around and sighed before glancing at Frost to make sure he wasn’t going to open his mouth again.

“... As I was saying…” Price said, giving Frost another glance. “We have been hired to help protect a man named Mateo Perez. Lives on the outskirts of Las Almas, that’s why we’re working with Los Vaqueros.” Price explained as his men listened.

“Unlike El Sin Nombre, Perez is a community donor-type. Giving a portion of his money to the people. No gang connections, no drugs, no weapons, nothing. From our intel, he’s just a rich guy who loves his hometown.” Gaz added, crossing his arms as he spoke.

“Then why would he need protection from 141 and Los Vaqueros when he probably has his own unit of bodyguards?” Frost asked, tilting his head to the side. “It doesn’t seem like a matter of national security.”

“He’s got a point.” Soap muttered. “Is there another reason we’re taking this gig?”

“We don’t know. He wants to discuss the details personally and that’s all we were told.” Price shrugged.

“Soap,” Frost whispered to the man beside him.

“Yeah?” Soap replied, leaning closer.

“A tenner says this is an ambush,” Frost said.

Soap took a second to consider, “Yeah, alright, you’re on.”

“Hell yeah,” Frost said before the both of them turned back to the conversation the others were having.

“We meet with Los Vaqueros when we touch down in Las Almas. From there, they’ll take us to Perez.” Ghost said.

“Wheels up at 0600.” Price said, tapping the table. “Dismissed.” As everyone walked away, going to get ready to leave, Soap walked alongside Frost.

“It’ll be good to see Alejandro and Rudy again.” Soap said. Frost nodded and kicked a rock across the ground.

“Alejandro? Rudy?” Frost repeated, looking at Soap.

“The colonel and the sergeant major of Los Vaqueros.” Soap shrugged. “Good guys, the pair of them.”

“And how do you guys know them?” Frost asked as he fiddled with the dog tags around his neck.

“We had a mission with them a while back. Stopped a couple of missiles and a terrorist, found out who El Sin Nombre was, we were betrayed by Graves and the Shadow Company, General Shepard had something to do with it too, but I think Price and Laswell are going to handle that-” Soap rambled on, only to the cut off by a very confused Frost.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait… First of all, what the fuck? And second of all… What the fuck?” Frost furrowed his brows and shook his head, trying to process everything Soap had said.

“Has no one ever told you this?” Soap asked.

“No??” Frost said. “Who the fuck is Sin Nombre?”

“El Sin Nombre. Head of a drug cartel who was helping a terrorist. Apparently, her name is Valeria and she knew Alejandro. Bit of a shock to all of us, really.” Soap explained.

“... Alright. I know about the Shadow Company and Graves thing but I didn’t realise Shepard was involved in that.” Frost said.

“None of us really understand it.” Soap shrugged. “Graves took control of Los Vaqueros’ base and held them all captive. Rudy got out of there and helped us, but Alejandro was detained.”

“I’m guessing this Graves guy is dead.”

“Very.” Soap nodded before they both went their separate ways to get ready to leave.

“I’ve always hated flying,” Gaz grumbled as he sat stiffly between Frost and Ghost.

“You didn’t always. You can fly helicopters.” Ghost said.

“Still,” Gaz grunted. Soap, who was sitting opposite them all cracked a mischievous smile.

“Does this have anything to do with that one time you fell out of that-” Soap was cut off.

“Yes!” Gaz said, shuddering at the memory. Frost frowned and patted Gaz’s back.

“It’s going to be fine, man.” Frost smiled.

Ghost shifted uncomfortably, “Wish they made the seats more comfortable.”

“Yeah, both sides of my arse are asleep.” Soap added and Frost gave him a look. “What?” Frost just raised his eyebrows and looked at his boots.

“Tell me, Frost…” Ghost started, looking over at him.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you never wear any gear?” Ghost asked. “Bit of a stupid move if you ask me.”

“You don’t even have a proper shirt. You let your shirt open a bit.” Soap said.

“And?” Frost asked, defensively.

“You’ve got your chest out, practically begging to be a target.” Soap said.

“No protection at all, they’re right you know,” Gaz added.

“Whoa, guys. You don’t have to gang up on me, we haven’t even landed.” Frost said, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Is it because you want to show off your tattoos?” Soap asked, almost mockingly.

“Yes, but it’s not just that,” Frost said, glaring at Soap who just smiled.

“What could it possibly be? You’re going to be the first casualty at this rate.” Ghost said.

“If you shut up, maybe I’ll get around to telling you.” Frost crossed his arms in annoyance.

“Alright, keep your hair on!” Gaz exclaimed, rolling his eyes as the others sighed.

After a pause of silence, Frost nodded, “Thank you… It’s because the fighting style I have requires manoeuvrability and having gear on just restricts movement.”

“The gear also makes sure you don’t get shot.” Ghost mumbled.

“Have you seen his reflexes, Ghost?” Soap asked, baffled. “He split a bullet in half with a sword!”

“No way.” Gaz shook his head. “Impossible, man.”

“He did! I was there!” Soap yelled.

“Jesus, keep your fucking voice down, mate!” Ghost said.

Frost shook his head, “You know, you guys are so-”

“Landing!” The pilot’s voice echoed from the front of the plane, interrupting Frost’s thought. As the plane lurched and started to descend, Gaz gripped Frost’s and Ghost’s knees on either side of him. Ghost and Frost looked at each other before sighing and just letting him.

Once the plane had landed and everyone had gotten up and stretched, the hatch opened and they were greeted by the bright light of the Las Almas afternoon sun.

“Jesus, it’s hot out here.” Soap grumbled, trying to adjust his gear as they walked. Ghost simply grunted in discomfort, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wriggling a finger under the neck part of his mask to make himself more comfortable.

“Yeah, it really sucks to have heavy gear on now, huh?” Frost laughed.

“You can shut your fucking gob, man,” Soap said, pointing a finger at Frost's face.

“Will you two behave please?” Price said, walking past them all. “It’s like babysitting… Only worse.” Ghost nodded in agreement and joined him.

“Where did he come from? I didn’t see him on the plane.” Frost said, pointing after his captain.

“I think he was sitting in the cockpit,” Gaz said, stretching his back a little before following Ghost and Price.

“Alejandro!” Soap yelled out, Frost jump out of his skin at the sudden volume. Frost watched as Soap jogged towards two men who he assumed were Alejandro and possibly that other Rudy guy.

“Good to see you again, hermano,” Alejandro said as he grabbed Soap’s hand in greeting, a wide smile on his face.

“For fuck’s sake, Soap, you scared the shit outta me,” Frost said, slapping Soap over the head.

“Ow! Fuckin’-” Soap said, turning around but then just sighing.

“Who’s this?” Alejandro asked, looking Frost up and down curiously.

“I don’t remember him from the last time you were here,” Rudy added, smiling slightly.

“Alejandro, Rudy, this Fr-” Soap started but got immediately cut off.

“I’m a grown-ass man, I don’t need you to introduce me,” Frost said and Soap rolled his eyes. Frost looked back at the two men and smiled slightly.

“Frost.” He said, putting out his hand. Rudy took it first and shook it graciously with a friendly smile. Alejandro took it next and gave it a firm shake, but he didn’t take his hand away for a hot second. Frost slowly let go and Alejandro followed before giving Frost a wide grin.

“Welcome to Las Almas, Frost.”

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AHHHHHHH IT'S HEREEEEEE

#fanfiction #x oc #oc #cod #mw2 #cod x oc #mw2 x oc #141 #ghost #soap #captain price #gaz #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #los vaqueros

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