#church and jorge x reader

[distressedwalnut]

Hello hello! May I ask for Y/N just- being good pals with a G03LM? Any G03LM, even a regular background one. [I really really love G03LMS]

y/n the g03lm magnet

[krystalkitdemi]

Two meatheads see something they like and take it.

Inspired by @saltymongoose Dunno if Jorge and Church are still after Sanford and Deimos in the au, but I though this was funny.

[saltymongoose]

AHH OK CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE YAN JORGE AND CHURCH HCS?

Yes, I can and I shall. Enjoy! ;)

General Yan!Church and Yan!Jorge Headcanons

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Violence, mentions of blood.)

> Church and Jorge are not the types to be hidden in their affections at all. Once they start feeling strong affection for you, it’s obvious to everyone in the vicinity, which is of course how they found out about each other’s “thing” for you. Jorge couldn’t ignore how Church insisted that you were the only one besides himself who could handle his gear or tune his weapons, and similarly, Jorge’s own increasingly affectionate treatment of you was hardly subtle. Even when they started to become a bit more intense in their actions, the heightened focus on showing you their love was mirrored between the two. 

> To everyone’s surprise, this just became another thing for them to sort of bond with each other over, instead of causing the infighting they assumed. In the G03LM’s minds, it made total sense; of course the other would love you, not loving you was just plain stupid. Plus, they operate on the same wavelength most of the time anyway, so their bro liking the same person is fine with them. There’s no one else Church or Jorge would rather share you with, and as it happens, this is what really eggs them on to make you know just how much they both care for you.

> Neither are really the type to do typical romantic gestures like give you flowers they picked or write soliloquies to describe your beauty, but they do flirt with you a lot. You’d swear that “good lookin’” was practically another name for you now with how often Jorge purrs it to you in a greeting, and then there was the rare “sweetcheeks” from Church. They aren’t exactly the most flowery terms of endearment, but then again, neither of them seemed the type to do that to begin with, so you were still surprised.

> In fact, they call you those so often that they almost caught on with other grunts as well. But attempts to make those nicknames a regular thing were quickly stopped by none other than Church and Jorge themselves; it was their thing with you, and only theirs.

> (Jorge paused from cleaning his gun when he heard one of the other technicians call out to you with his name for you. He leaned down to them and grinned behind his mask when they shrank back a bit. “Hah, that’s real funny pal. But if you call them that again I’ll crush you.” Point taken.)

> Jorge also lavishes you with praise and compliments constantly, for the most simple of actions and when you least expect it. He’s particularly fond of this way of showing affection to you, and he considers it his mission to make you know how much he loves everything about you. Everything from the way your brows furrow when you’re confused to innocuous things like the precise way you prefer your coffee and the way you look so focused when working. Although sometimes his comments can be weirdly specific. For someone who you assumed didn’t know that much about you, the fact he can list off certain more intimate things he knows about you so offhandedly is a bit unnerving.

> (It’s just because he spends a lot of time looking at you, but you didn’t know the true depth of it. It was easy to keep it secret, with how hidden his gaze is behind his mask.)

> For the record, Church also compliments you, but they’re typically shorter and more blunt. He’ll just state that you’re really pretty as though it’s a universally known fact, which it is in his mind. He’ll also fight anyone who says otherwise, but he’s always itching for a chance to pummel someone on your behalf, so it’s something you’re kind of used to now. It’s weirdly flattering regardless, but you try not to encourage it too much.

> Jorge and Church also give you presents frequently as well; usually weapons and other trinkets as “battle trophies” from grunts they faced in combat, oftentimes still bloody. You’re grossed out a bit by just how much gore they track into the building whenever they find something new to gift you, but seeing them perk up proudly whenever you thank them for it makes up for it. They seem so happy whenever you show an ounce of gratitude for their presents, punching the air and fist-bumping each other when you simply smile at them while holding whatever they gave you. You might even say it’s cute, although using such an adjective for the violent mercs seems a tad inappropriate. 

> (Half of the time you’re not even sure what to do with the things they bring you, but now you have an entire wall full of weapons and armor pieces from them. It’d be useful if you ever need to get into a fight, but you’re just a technician.)

> (Of course, you don’t know how many of those special things are from people who were once threats and were foolish enough to pose a threat to your relationship with them. They really should’ve known better, it’s not like Church or Jorge had tried to hide what you were to them. Hopefully the rest of your coworkers would take a hint from the red they tracked in, and the missing presence of some of the people you shared a shift with.)

> They drop any and every conversation they have just to make you a part of it once you enter the room, including important mission briefings from Sheriff. (Oh well. He just has to get that you’re more important.) You’ll also find yourself physically close to them more often than not; it’s common for you to have to try to ignore how they crowd in on your space whenever they catch sight of you. It’s not like you work with them often - you’re not exactly a mercenary or field worker - so when they decide to spend virtually all of their downtime around you, it’s very noticeable.

> They’re also quite touchy with you; you’re going to be picked up by one of them and bear-hugged at least once every day, and luckily they are very gentle with you, so you never have to worry about being harmed by their armor or squeezed too tight. They’d rather die than hurt you, so their grip on you is always soft, and when they nudge against you with their masked face (their version of a kind of kiss, unbeknownst to you), it isn’t hard enough to cause any damage. If they had it their way, you’d always be in their arms, and they even try to take turns with it just to be fair.

> (As an additional bonus, if you’re snuggled up in Church or Jorge’s embrace, no one bothers them and tries to get you away. It's the perfect way to keep you all to themselves, and their loud purring shows just how pleased they are about this.)

> Church is definitely the quieter of the two, but also the one more likely to rough someone up if they affront you in some way. The other members of MERC know better than to get too close to you now, since attempts to be all buddy-buddy with you (or god forbid, flirt with you) were shut down by the mohawked G03LM’s fists. Literally.

> (With how often Church was around you, he got pretty good at reading you. So when he heard you laugh uncomfortably and snapped his attention to you to find one of the other grunts leaning way too close to you for even your taste, he was quick to get rid of the problem. It’s the least he could do, for someone he adores so much.)

> You’ve had a talk with Church about, well, massacring your coworkers whenever you happened to take an off day (at least he’s polite enough not to do it in front of you), so he’s not likely to hurt them too badly now. But it just so happens that Church also knows that you can cause a lot of damage that doesn’t lead to death all the time, which some might even consider worse.

> (Sheriff is now more concerned than ever about healthcare costs for MERC. Perhaps he can cut another deal with the Nexus Core?)

> Jorge is more the type to just threaten the other mercenaries, but he isn’t above getting physical along with Church to break a few (many) bones if he thinks the situation calls for it. Which happens more often than not, if you’re not in their vicinity.

> (They’d honestly be offended if you thought they’d forget the way that prick Sheriff just hired was giving you googly eyes. The little twerp just has to learn his place, and as your partners, there’s no one better to teach them.)

> Despite how they will deliberately target the others in your faction when they know you won’t be around, they still want to show off around you. There’s always an open invitation for you to observe their training, and Jorge is always quick to remind you of this. When you do watch them fight, they naturally put a lot more effort into fighting. They already love the thrill of it, but feeling your eyes on them just invigorates them like nothing else.

> If it weren’t for the fact that the two are so dangerous, the fact that you have them completely wrapped around your finger without knowing it would be funny to everyone else. Anything you even mention once will be noted by them, and while they might not be the most efficient at fetching it/completing some task you need finished, they’ll find some way to fulfill your wishes. Even if it means threatening asking someone else to do it for them, or going to the very ends of Nexus City and fighting through hoards of random bandits and zeds to bring back a single tool you’d simply like to have someday, they’ll do it happily. And of course, they’ll be chatting with each other the entire time about how cute you are, and how they can’t wait to see the look on your face when you realize what they’ve done for you.

> Both of them routinely refer to you as their partner, and they mean it in every sense of the word. Ever since they fell for you so hard, there’s no one else Church and Jorge would be willing to go to for tune-ups and other jobs that needed more technical expertise present. But they also mean it in the romantic sense as well. In their eyes, they’d already made it explicitly clear to everyone else that you were together. They just need to go a step further to get you to acknowledge it as well. Plus, you’d never outright rejected their advances before, so they just know you return their affections. Maybe you’re just shy about it compared to them.

> It doesn't matter to them how long it takes you to understand and eventually officially requite what they feel because Church and Jorge are willing to work at this for however long is needed. They're not going to quit when they know they're so close to having you completely and being able to show you all of their love to its truest extent. Besides, they're G03LMs; Church and Jorge can be brought back from whatever form of the afterlife Nevada has for as long as needed. If they can fight off death itself, then no one stands a chance at taking you from them, so your being with them is completely inevitable. That's all there is to it.

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Prompt 66 for Church and Jorge pls (they're a very endearing duo, it's great to see some content with them)

My thoughts exactly anon. They're just. Mwah. Amazing. I adore them so. I want to be held by them in one hand and then squeezed like a stress toy where my eyes pop out and make a squeak noise.

anyways odd specific information over. Here you go! +)

Church and Jorge Prompt Drabble

GENRE - Romantic

PROMPT - “ You’re the only one that truly understands me.” [ From this prompt list ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Kidnapping, Intimidation

You were thrown over Church's shoulder - Having been caught in another one of your escape attempts. You were screaming and kicking, Trying anything in your power to stop them from taking you back.

" STOP, GET THE FUCK OFF ME " You screamed as they only laughed at your attempts. Making little comments between the two about how cute your defiance was. Then how sad it'd be for having to punish this behaviour later. Oh well, They enjoyed that at least. It was only when you made the simple mistake of a yell that stopped the duo dead in their tracks.

" I NEED TO GO HOME. " and with that. You felt the automatic tone change.

This hurt them both. You could feel the somewhat regular aura of silly giggles turning ice cold. You don't think you've ever seen them like this, not in all those months they'd kept you on lock down. Not any time you " misbehaved " for them, broke a rule. They'd always have a laugh about it. The grip around you tightened for a moment, Before you felt Church put you down, now in-between the two. Jorge was opposite Church and the two practically toward over you. Keeping you between them with no way out.

" Say that again " Jorge commanded, hands on his hips as he stared. Church tiled their head in a questioning manner. In that moment, you decided that it was entirely possible for them to be serious. The tone of voice chilled you. Shrinking down into yourself, You whimpered momentarily.

" I... I need to go home " you squeaked out, Stumbling over your words and fidgeting with your hands. The two looked at each other for a moment, Holding each other's gaze before Jorge scoffed, which lead to a small chuckle from Church and then it descended into vicious laugher. You weren't really used to their laughter being aimed at you like this or any other scenario. They'd gotten a good giggle out of your futile attempts to get away before but... This wasn't the usual

It was the tone they'd use for their enemies, wanting them just to know how meaningless what they were doing was. How meaningless what you said meant to them.

Jorge patted Church's shoulder, calming them down as they both attempted to stifle laugher before turning back to you. Their gaze made you feel smaller than ever. It was made worse by the fact they were both mags.

" Okay , okay " Jorge murmured as the duo regained their composure. They stared down at you once more, Church scoffing at your words as a the deadly grip of Jorge's hands met your shoulders - Digging his claws in and enough to cause lasting marks. You subconsciously let out a whimper, Trying to keep as much distance between the two as possible.

“ You want to go home? You’re already home.” Jorge spoke up, Shaking his head in disappointment. Which meant he'd be taking it out on yourself later.

" With us " Church added on, motioning between them and their partner. Even making sure to lean in, getting a little closer to your face. The gas mask he wore, practically pressing into your face. For the first time, You were able to make eye contact and your blood ran ice cold.

" So stop running. " They added on, a harsher tone than you were used too. It made you tear up, the overwhelming terror finally trying to flood itself out of your system as you began to heave through tears. You paid no mind to the way Jorge swatted the back of Church's heaved and gave them in a little trouble for intimidating you so badly. All you could think about was home.

Home as not this place, caged between two maniac's who claimed they loved you. Home was the farthest place from it.

[goosedoes-fics]

Madness Headcanons

Madcom x Reader

Content Warnings: I talk about tits a lot sorry. Also mentions of organ failure and transfem Tricky

Notes: Trying to get back into the writing groove. Sorry if this is shit

HANK J WIMBLETON

If you didn't know ASL before meeting them, they would communicate primarily with hand and head movements. He's too cool to use a notepad

Not a big fan of PDA, but in private he's quite affectionate and cuddly. theyre just a big ass guard dog cmon

Hank Motherfucker Wimbleton what are you doing here????? waiting for them to play gangnam styl.

DEIMOS

Transgenda

I like to imagine Dedmos's rock face works similarly to Hank's metal jaw. It's just a rock jaw. Rock lobster.

He is an ASSHOLE (affectionate)

The kind of person to like. Punch your shoulder when they laugh

Their ideal first date is stealing the declaration of independence

If you don't make him, he will go days without showering he is SO smelly anfd SO stinky. He has GREASY ASS HAIR i just know it

SANFORD

If Hank is a guard dog he's one of those goofy dogs that look like bear cubs

VERY big fan of PDA he will smooch you anywhere. everywhere. any time any place any day

He takes missions more seriously than Deimos but outside of missions he is just a big fat goofball

I'm going to place my hands directly on his man tits. anyways where was I

He lost his nipples in The War

I'm kidding. He lost them during top surgery.

At this point i'm aiming the transgenderification beam at all of them. nobody is safe. BE TRANSGENDER

DOC

Sometimes he wears his hair down and it's like a mullet w/ shaved sides

Out of all of them he's the most adverse to PDA but! In private he is very sweet. very silly

Hey are you okay with being tested on? Yeah? Cool will you drink this organ failure potion I brewed

Plays the piano sometimes! He might serenade you if you ask nicely

TRICKY

BE TRANSGENDER. (shoots her with my transfem beam)

Yeah so he/she bigender Tricky is real. Krinkels told me himself

He is like a big weird dog as well. He might lick your face (don't let him zed spit is slightly acidic)

Probably likes PDA the most. She will make out with you very grossly and sloppily in the middle of McDonalds

Very soft very fluffy. Which is surprising considering how many times he's died

His tail is somewhat prehensile, he could dangle from a tree branch if he tried hard enough

CHURCH AND JORGE

They are very good at sharing!

Sorry not sorry yandere enjoyers but they would NOT kill someone for looking at you they would be like haha yeah everyone should look at our awesome fucking partner theyre so cool and hot

Sometimes they forget how big they are compared to you so they might try to like flop over on you. Pigpile on the small one

Very prone to roughhousing and play fighting but they'll be gentle if you ask

BEEFY BOYS 😍

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Peña’s Anatomy, Chapter Fifteen:

pairing: doctor!javier peña x resident!reader (Lucky)

rating: E (18+ ONLY, oral sex (m&f rec), 69, unprotected piv, very light sprinkles of angst, talks of surgery)

wc: 3.4k

series masterlist | javier masterlist

Tonight was the night of Javier’s cousin’s wedding in Laredo. After the relatively modest ceremony held at the local Catholic church, his entire extended family was packed inside of the local community center, the party so crowded that half of the attendees were forced to celebrate outside in the dirt lot, but no one seemed to mind.

You very quickly were swept away by Javi’s younger family members, the teenage girls elated to have another woman in the family given that it seemed to be a male dominated one.

“So,” Gina, a fifteen year old cousin of Javi’s on his mother’s side, started. “When are you and Javi getting married?”

“Oh, I don’t know about all that,” you chuckled. Gina looked at you appalled before looking at the three other girls at your table. “I’m not saying I don’t want to—I just mean—you know—some people are happy enough without getting married.”

“My mom would kill me if I didn’t get married,” Irene, a twelve year old cousin, chimed in with a shake of her head. “Wouldn’t your mom want you to get married?”

“Probably,” you chuckled. “But part of being a grown up means I don’t have to listen to what she wants.”

The girls shared a look as though they were having a revelation.

“Hola, mija,” Chucho appeared from behind you, his hand patting your shoulder as he stood by your chair. “These three getting all the chisme about you and Javi?”

“Chisme?” you asked.

“Gossip,” he replied with a smile before looking to his nieces. “You’re treating her nice, right? I wouldn’t want to have to go tell on you to your mothers—“

“Cálmate, tío,” Gina chuckled. “We were just asking about her and Javi getting married.”

“Oh?” Chucho turned to you with a hopeful smile, making you laugh as you shook your head at him. “What, you don’t want to be a Peña?”

“Can you all leave her alone?” Javi came over with two beers, smiling as he sat down in the empty seat beside you and placed your drink down.

“They’re peer pressuring me,” you informed, making the girls giggle.

“Oh yeah, about what?”

“About getting married to you.” Javi choked on his beer, his reaction pulling a hearty laugh from his father as he sat down beside his son.

“Gina, this is all you, I bet.” Javi looked to his cousin with playfully narrowed eyes.

“You don’t care about getting married?” she asked with a sassy bob of her head.

“No,” he replied, mimicking her attitude.

“Well I do,” Irene chimed in.

“You’re too young to be thinking about marriage,” he countered. “Think about school.”

“School sucks,” Gina said, scrunching her nose.

“School gets you money,” he replied. “Money’ll treat you better than any of these boys around here.”

“Not Jorge,” she countered.

“Who’s Jorge?” Chucho and Javi asked in unison, their protective streak making an appearance.

You smiled as you watched their back and forth, your eyes glued to Javi’s profile as he kept the argument playful, this side of him so rarely brought out. Reaching your hand over to his leg, you gave him a squeeze, unintentionally bringing his eyes to yours. He tilted his head at you and gave you a smitten smile before leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“You having a good time?” he asked, whispering into your ear. You nodded sincerely and lifted your hand to rub over his back through the red flannel he was wearing. “You wanna dance?”

You chuckled at the idea of Javi getting on the dance floor but agreed nonetheless. Excusing yourself, you made it out onto the dance floor in time for the DJ to switch to a slow song, “You Look So Good In Love” by George Strait playing through the speakers.

“I didn’t know you were so light on your feet,” you murmured into his ear as he held you close, swaying you around the dance floor. Javi chuckled into your ear before pressing a kiss there, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“I come full of surprises, bebita,” he whispered back. “Thank you for coming here with me. I know my family—“

“Is wonderful,” you interrupted. “They’re full of life and attitude and fun. They’re real. The total opposite of my family.”

“Speaking of…when do I get to meet the rest of them? I know your mom and dad aren’t fans, but your little sister could be.”

“Funny you bring it up. She called me a couple days ago asking to come visit.”

“And what did you say?”

“I told her I’d talk to you about it.” Lifting your head off his shoulder, you looked up at him with a smile. “Would you be alright with that?”

“Bebita,” he tilted his head and chuckled. “Of course I’m alright with that. I wanna meet the only family member you claim.”

You laughed and nodded before resting your head on his shoulder again.

“I’ll let her know she can come down in a few weeks. After Mickey and I come back from our trip.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Your dream vacation to Dallas fucking Texas.”

“Scared I’m gonna meet a cowboy and run off?”

“Scared you’re plotting something,” he mumbled against the sliver of exposed skin on your shoulder. You swallowed your guilt over lying and remained silent. “Mm, no response isn’t a good response.”

“Javi,” you chuckled. “There’s no plotting. It was all Mickey’s idea, I’m just going along to have some fun.”

“Mmhm,” he hummed, skepticism thick in his tone. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.”

Back at Chucho’s house, the three of you sat in the backyard around a fire, McCartney fast asleep inside on the couch now that Chucho had been charmed enough by the pup to let him on the furniture.

“How’s working together going now that you’re on Javi’s service again?” Chucho asked from across the fire.

“She’s loving it,” Javi interjected, giving you a smirk.

“Is that right?”

“I’m not sure I’d go as far as saying I’m loving it—“ You returned a smirk and an eye roll to your boyfriend. “Javi’s really loving giving me all of the work he doesn’t want to do.”

“Javi,” Chucho feigned disapproval and shook his head at his son.

“You’re the only one I trust not to fuck shit up,” he said, looking over at you with more love than you ever saw in his eyes before. The wedding and you meeting his extended family for the first time must’ve had him feeling extra romantic, it surely was making you feel that way, at least. Blushing, you smiled down at your nearly empty beer bottle and swirled the liquid around, your mind already spinning with thoughts of getting your hands on him, desperate to show him just how glad you were to be this close to him—to be the only one he trusted not to “fuck shit up”.

“Well kids, I think it’s time for this old man to go on to bed,” Chucho stood up with a grunt and hobbled over to the patio door, wishing the two of you goodnight before disappearing into the house.

“Only one you trust not to fuck shit up, huh?” You lifted your eyes to his with a grin on your face, finding him already looking at you with a lazy but adoring smile.

“Mmhm,” he nodded. “With everything.”

You bit your lip, your smile creeping up to your eyes as the two of you entered a stare off, each eager to see which one of you would break first.

“You look good right now, bebita,” Javi husked, his eyes scanning down your frame, admiring the way you looked in his hoodie, before lifting again.

“Yeah?” you purred, enjoying the lust in his eyes.

“You gonna make me beg for it, baby?” he asked, low and sultry, the sound going straight to your cunt. “You know I hate begging.”

“You always beg for me when I ask you to,” you countered. Javi’s dimple made an appearance as he chuckled.

“Yeah, I do.” Javi took the final swig of his beer and set it down on the dirt beside his chair before sitting up and walking over to you. You looked up at him as he bent down to hover his lips over yours, his left hand cradling your jaw. “I wanna taste you so bad, bebita. Please let me have a taste.”

“Love it when you beg,” you purred, pulling him down for a real kiss, one that had him almost tipping you back in your patio chair from the force of it. “Inside.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, helping you into your feet and giving your ass a swat as you jogged to the sliding glass door. Javier was so excited as he followed you through the dining and living room to the stairs that he banged his knee on a side table, a yelp of pain sounding out in the otherwise silent home.

“Shh, careful,” you scolded in a giggled whisper. “You’re gonna wake your dad up.”

“My dad sleeps like a rock,” he said, limping towards you as you stood at the bottom of the stairs. With his hands on your waist, he leaned in to bury his face in your neck, pressing a kiss there. “Go on, baby. Let me take in the view.”

“Oh, the view of my ass in your sweatpants? I think you’ll be disappointed.”

“Given that I’ve been staring at it all night, I disagree,” he smirked, tapping your ass again. “Go on.”

You grinned from over your shoulder as you ascended the staircase while he stood there watching, his eyes glued to the exaggerated sway of your hips. With a laugh, you stuck it out for him at the top of the stairs and gasped as you heard him not so quietly running up to chase you into his bedroom. His arms wrapped around your waist in front of his door, your giggles fading into soft hums of contentment as he used one hand to hold you to him and the other to open the door, his face buried in the nook of your neck.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your pulse. You spun around in his arms as he continued walking you to the foot of his bed, your arms crossing around his neck. With a smile, you studied him for a moment. His lidded eyes, his uncombed hair, the way his flannel had become unbuttoned at the top over the course of the night. You admired the pink of his lips, parted as he watched you watch him, and the patchy beard he’d grown at your request.

“I love you, Jav,” you whispered, eyes lifting to meet his dark and deep ones. “But I don’t want you to fuck me like you love me tonight.”

“No?” he grinned, leaning in to tickle your neck with his beard. “What do you want me to fuck you like, then, bebita?”

“Like a whore,” you whispered into his ear, earning a groan from somewhere deep in his chest. Javi bit into your neck and gripped your hips so hard you’d have to check for marks in the morning, tugging a whine from you. His tongue soothed the mark on your pulse with his tongue before dragging it up to nip at your earlobe, your arms covered with chills from the greedy attention of his mouth.

“I want the taste you promised me,” he husked, raspy and deep. “But I also want to feel your lips around me.”

“We can make that happen.” Javi pulled back with a devilish grin and let his lust-drunk eyes settle on yours as you reached for the button on his jeans, a reverent held in his almost-black irises. Javi’s eyes fell to watch as you pulled him out of his jeans and pumped him in your palm until he was fully hard.

“Fuck,” he moaned, looking back into your eyes. “Take your clothes off, bebita.”

You obeyed immediately, shedding your layers while Javi shimmined out of his jeans and flannel. Positioning himself flat on his back in the middle of his bed, he flashed a grin your way and beckoned you closer with his finger. You left a trail of kisses along his legs, his stomach, his chest, until you reached his lips, a smile wide on yours as you leaned down to take his bottom lip between your teeth. Javi hissed and gripped your hips, pulling your cunt down to rest against his heavy length until you were hissing too.

“You fucking own me, bebita,” he growled, leaving a love bite on your chin. “You know that?”

“Maybe I need a little reminding,” you purred, pecking his lips one more time before turning around and lowering your cunt over his mouth. Javi hummed as he laid beneath you, tugging you down until you were flush against his mouth, your hips rocking to feel his flattened tongue beneath you. “Fuck, we should do this more.”

Javi’s response was too mumbled, but judging from the way he drank you down like a man starving, you assumed he agreed. Leaning over his body, you gripped his heavy length in your hand, pumping him up and down until a few beads of arousal gathered at his tip. With a smile, you leaned in to taste him, Javi’s hips thrusting upwards at the contact.

“You want my tongue?” you asked teasingly.

“Please,” he managed from beneath you. Grinning, you kissed his hip before moving back to his cock, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking. “Fuck yes.”

You tasted each other in unison, his tongue and lips worked you higher and higher as you aimed to keep him on the edge with your own. On shaking thighs, you rode his face without inhibition, his groans into your core only spurring you on.

“Javi, I’m gonna—“

“Uh-uh.” Javi pushed you forward and guided your hips to hover over his cock. “Cum on it.”

With a moan, you gripped his cock and held it still as you sat down on him in reverse cowgirl, Javi’s hands gripping the globes of your ass as you sank all the way down.

“Fuck,” you panted, your hands gripping his thighs as you allowed yourself to adjust to his size. Javi didn’t give you much of a break, though, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. “Jav—so deep. Shit.”

“Yeah it is, baby,” he husked, and without seeing him, you could hear the smirk on his face. “Taking me so fucking well.”

“Feels so good like this,” you mewled, dropping your knees to the mattress once your legs grew tired of squatting. Leaning forward to lay over his legs, Javi continued to guide your ass up and down his length, using you like a toy. “Javi—shit.”

You were soaked, you could feel the evidence of it every time he slammed you down onto his cock, the wet squelch sounding extra vulgar in the silence of the night.

“Baby, fuck,” he whined, squeezing your ass hard enough to leave marks.

Without warning, Javi pulled you off his cock so that he could scramble to his knees, keeping his chest pressed tightly to your back as he sat you on his lap. You whined at the deep spot he was hitting at this angle and leaned your head back against his collarbone. Javi speared up into you enough to make your breasts bounce, his hand finding its way down the front of your body to your clit, stroking over it in circles.

“I’m gonna cum soon, baby,” he warned, pressing his lips to your cheek as you tried to keep your moans quiet. “Need you to cum for me.”

“Please,” you whispered, gripping his arm as it rested across your chest to keep you close to his frame.

Javi groaned and continued rocking in and out of you in time with his fingers stroking your clit until the dam finally burst.

“Jav—“ You lifted your hand to cover your mouth as you cried out his name, bending forward as your body shook. Javi wasn’t far behind you, his hips fucking you into the mattress until he was spilling deep. He left a soft, gentle kisses all over the heated skin of your shoulders as his heart pounded against you. “That was good.”

“Better than good,” he rasped, lifting his weight off you and pulling out with a hiss.

You watched him get up and walk butt naked into the en-suite to grab a washcloth. He dampened it and carried it over to you, allowing you to pluck it from his hands and clean yourself even though he would’ve gladly done it himself. Instead, he came to lay beside you, kissing every inch of skin he could find as his hands traversed your curves.

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Lucky,” Javi whispered, the moon lighting up the side of his face as you turned to look him in the eye. “I don’t care how we do it, I just…want to do it.”

You smiled, a warmth that you’d only ever felt with him washing over you as you tossed the washcloth into the hamper in the corner of the room and rolled over to lay on his chest.

“I want that too, Javi,” you whispered. “Only with you.”

It finally was the day of your departure for Mickey’s surgery, Javi trusting you with the Audi and his heart as he hugged you goodbye in the driveway.

“Please be safe,” he mumbled against your temple. “Don’t let the terminally ill pregnant woman peer pressure you into anything too wild.”

You laughed and nodded, pulling back enough to hold his face in your hands and look him in the eye. “I promise to be safe.”

“I love you, Lucky,” he whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss. “Me and McCartney are gonna be sick missing you.”

“Promise me you won’t sit inside all weekend sulking.” Javi looked away guiltily, bringing a grin to your face. “Javi. Call up Steve or something. Go play poker with the Chief.”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “I’ll ask Steve to go to breakfast tomorrow.”

“There ya go!” You leaned up to press another kiss to his lips before looking back at the car where Mickey already sat, waiting patiently. “We should get on the road before it gets dark.”

“Okay,” he nodded, still pouring a bit as he walked you to the car. “Call me when you get settled?”

“I promise.” With a pinch of his chin, you sank down into the driver’s seat and let him come down for one more kiss as he shut the door for you. “Love you.”

“Love you, Lucky,” he turned to Mickey and gave her a friendly smile and a nod. “Have fun, you two.”

Closing the door and tapping the roof of the car, Javi stepped back into the house, your heart following him.

“Alright,” you exhaled, turning to Mickey as you backed out of the driveway. “Ready?”

“Are you ready?” she asked, smirking at you. “Don’t wanna suck his dick one more time before we head out?”

“Already did before you got here,” you quipped.

“What are you gonna tell him? I mean, eventually he’s gonna find out the real reason.”

“Yes, but by then you’ll have already been saved. So not much room for argument,” you assured, though worry swirled in your gut.

“If I get saved,” she corrected.

“Mick, if you’re not certain about this—“

“No, no,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I am sure. I just…love being negative.”

“I’ve gathered that.” Smiling, you reached over and patted her knee. “It’s gonna go fine, Mick.”

“You really believe that?” she asked, looking at you like she was begging. Even though you were sick with worry over it, how could you look her in the eye and tell her that?

“Yeah. I do.”

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[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

So I’ve read your madcom x reader where reader gets knocked up and I can’t find it anymore. Do you have a link?

Multiple links Anon friend :)

Main 4

Jeb/Sher/Audi/Tricky

Church+Jorge/Phobos

Crackpot/Hoffy

TorturexFemMAG

[baby-blues-and-pastel-hues]

What'cha 'bout sum headcanons of tied up (h0rNy-aSs) reader with good ol' cryptids? With 'em (reader) begging to fuck 'iving out of 'em?

YES YES OUGH

Hank is quick to take you- if he's not hungry. You'd be lucky if he decides to rail the everloving shit outta you, at least then he'll be sure not to kill you in or after the act. He loves to watch you wriggle and writhe under his clawed touch, especially as he fills you up for the fifth time that night. It's heaven.

The nightcrawler, Deimos, is just confused. Why are you tied up? What's with your clothes? It gets very worried very quickly, squatting down to pet you gently because glo doesn't know what else to do <:( You're gonna have to help him out.

Both Church and Jorge spare no expense in rawing you into the ground. I mean, you're right there, all tied up and nowhere to go! Of course they're gonna take advantage of it! As a bonus- if luck is on your side at least- they won't eat you afterwards!

Sanford is another one who's just worried. Who did this to you? Don't worry, he'll help you out of your odd predicament. Just. . . please stay still.

The first thing Wank does is help you out of the ropes. You're in no fit state to traverse the mountains all bound like that! You're no threat either- you're too pathetic to pose any danger.

Skittles's first instinct tells him to see how you taste. After confirming that you are not, in fact, edible, he goes straight to fucking. He's a simple beast, he sees a helpless human and it goes straight to his dick.

[sad-boy-hank]

Church and Jorge are SO bad with actual compliments and it always sounds HORRIFIC and like a threat. It’s how they communicate with each other and they have done it for so long and everyone in MERC is used to their shit that people outside of them freak.

bvuyvtbxwghbcxw yeah- that's genuinely just how they talk to each other. like "Awwe, bro, I wanna crush your head against the pavement." "Awwe, thanks!" and they do exactly the same thing with reader, telling them all the very disturbing things they could do (i.e. shocking them 'till they foam, burning them up, crushing their tiny head with nothing but their paws, etc) and they're *trying* to frame it as "awww, you're just so cute and small!" but it comes off more as "i can and will fucking eat you like an apple if i get bored"

[zv5x]

hey :) so like... do you know the madness:proj. nexus characters? because im a huge simp for church and jorge and i just don't see enough content for those two, much less any yan! content. also church drags his s/o around with a child leash but thats unrelated--

Okay! Got it! So sorry this took so long, old asks tend to get buried in the inbox but I remember wanting to do this one for a while! Hope you enjoy these!

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Church

Church is definitely a more agressive kind of yandere. For sure. They see you as far too immature and stupid (in the most blunt terms) to really take care of yourself alone, and they leave it upon themself to take good care of you, for you

Your resistance doesn't make any sense to them, just how a parent doesn't understand the whining and crying of a spoiled child. They're doing everything right. They're supposed to be protecting you and you're supposed to be thanking them, so what's the big problem? Why do you always seem to flinch and tremble when they come near you?

They ignore it. They ignore it all.

The thing about the child leash is pretty accurate actually, as they'd gladly pull you around everywhere with him just so he can make sure you won't be ballsy enough to try and run away from them. They'd even use a regular leash if you're leaving him convinced degrading you is the best path to take. If they think it'll ensure them their happy ending with you, they'll go through with it immediately

They aren't afraid to chase you right down and tackle you down during an escape attempt, and their brute strength and bodily power is more than enough to convince you to stop all disobedience for as long as you believe they'll be angry at you for. They'll be happy you're being cooperative for the time being, at the very least

Church only truly trusts you around his partner Jorge, and vice versa for Jorge himself

Jorge

Incredibly possessive, obsessive, and everything similar. You truly belong to him, and he wants the world to know it. He parades you around, glaring down at you everytime you do something he deems as you trying to ask for help or escape, promising you a nice long punishment if you refuse to get it together

He's also pretty huggy and clingy with you, wishing to just spend time holding hands while he's hanging around Church more than anything else. He just wants to spend all his time with you!

He most definitely won't hesitate to kill of anyone who stands in his way, and he's sure he can get Church's help with eliminating the access. He won't allow anyone to stand in between him and his beloved. It just won't happen

I imagine he takes a ton of photos of you. All with labels, written with a shaken hand and a felt tip marker in your favorite shade or color. Only the most accurate for his beloved (Y/N)

For intimidations sake, he loves showing you all the weapons and tech he has for himself if he needs it. Just a nice little "look (Y/N)! Look at this cool thing I could use to blow your families brains out if you don't figure out how to love me soon!"

Every time you escape he's right behind you. Before you know it, you're being picked right up like you weigh absolutely nothing and thrown over Jorge's shoulder, taken right back to where you started : now with a punishment right at the top of his to-do list

[cringedude4life]

Hi i got drawings for u

Ignore weird lighting and enjoy these

[dellaspinstales]

Loving Cup, Chapter Six

Riff x Reader (West Side Story)

Plot preview: On a rainy Sunday evening, Y/N has her first date with Luis, but an encounter with the Jets and a visitor at her fire escape threaten to weaken her resolve. 

Content warning: Descriptions of fighting, injury, and bleeding. 

Notes: Thank you so much for reading!! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged :-) 

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I’ve chosen a sleeveless dark purple dress for tonight. I smooth down the skirt; it’s a little short, but I figure if I throw a cardigan on top, it will balance out the look. Luis is already here, chatting to Nardo and Anita in the kitchen.

Riff’s chain is around my neck; it’s started to become a comforting presence, to the point that I feel strange when I’m not wearing it.

Someone knocks at my door. “Can I come in?”

“One second.” I scramble to my wardrobe and pull out a cream-coloured cardigan. I button it up frantically, obscuring my necklace from view. “¡Adelante!”

Anita cracks the door open just enough to slip inside. “Wow, te ves hermosa.”

“Gracias, I’m almost ready.”

She sits on the edge of my bed. “Take your time. He’s early, anyway”

I stand in front of the mirror, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. I can see Anita watching me in the reflection.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Jorge said thank you for the rice.”

“Sí, Nardo told me.”

“I was just thinking about that day at the market. When you needed guavas for jam.” My hands freeze in my hair.

“Yes?”

“How did you pay? Jorge wasn’t there, right?” Even just the reflection of her narrowed eyes is enough to make my stomach sink.

I clear my throat. “Yes, that’s why I only bought one to eat. I hid the money in the crate.”  

Anita raises an eyebrow. “Si tú lo dices.”

I smooth down the ponytail and scan the room for my purse. It’s my special occasion bag, deep blue with a small silver latch. I spot it on my windowsill, leaning against my aloe vera plant.

“Muñeca, are you sure you want to do this?”

I grab the bag and turn around to Anita. “¿De qué hablas? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“I know, muñeca. Luis is a good person. You need to think about it.”

I frown. “I am thinking about it. That’s why we’re going on a date.”

Anita nods tightly. I stare at her for a few moments before I start walking to the door. “He’ll be waiting.”

She slides off the bed to follow me out. “It looks like it’s going to rain. Take a coat.”

“No, está bien.” If I add one more layer to this outfit, I’ll pass out from heat before we even start eating.

Luis and Nardo are sitting at the kitchen table. Luis is wearing a dark grey dress shirt with a white check pattern. They both stand up when we walk out of my bedroom.

“My beautiful sister! Te ves tan linda,” Nardo exclaims. “You two should head out, they’ll be waiting.” Even with Luis, it wouldn’t be appropriate for the two of us to go on a first date alone; Rosalia, Sebas, Flaco, and Jacinta are meeting us for dinner.

“Enjoy yourselves, just be back by 8,” Anita says.

Nardo is grinning broadly. This is the moment he’s been hoping for, after all. We say our goodbyes and head out the front door.

I’m picking at the seams of purse handle as Luis and I head down the corridor.

“You look very pretty tonight,” Luis says tentatively, as we start walking down the staircase.

“Oh, thank you. Te ves muy guapo.”

He smiles. “Have you ever been to this place before?”

“I don’t know where we’re going.”

“It’s a diner on Church Street. They have this pollo guisado, es tan sabroso.”

“A Puerto Rican diner?”

“Sí, t’s not really a diner,” he admits. “More like a café.”

“Well, I’m excited to try it.”

Luis smiles again as he holds the apartment entrance door open for me. I step out onto the street.

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Rosalia pulls at my arm and leans towards me. “I still can’t believe it,” she says in a hush, conspiratorial tone.

“¿Qué?” I whisper.

Jacinta giggles. “We just never thought it would happen. But you and Luis are so good together.”

“Who is we?”

Rosalia rolls her eyes. “You know. Everyone.”

I don’t know what Jacinta is basing her comments on, seeing as Luis and I barely had the chance to talk to each other tonight. Rosalia and Sebas have just gotten together, and Jacinta and Flaco seem to be on the verge of breaking up. The result? Constant chatter, preening, and quarrelling ever since we sat down at our table. All Luis and I could do was exchange the occasional glance and smile over the table. What’s the point of a date when you can’t even hear your date speaking?

The three of us are still sitting at our table while Luis, Sebas and Flaco stand at the counter, paying and chatting to Miguel, the elderly owner of La Isla. The café is small, but Luis was right: the pollo guisado is delicious. I look out of the window, and the rain is coming down even heavier. It started just as we reached La Isla, but I thought it would have tapered off by now.

The three men walk towards us, and Rosalia whips her head away from me, very conspicuously.

“We should leave, Miguel is closing up,” Flaco says.

Jacinta frowns. “But it’s raining so much!”  

Flaco pulls her up off her chair. “It’s a five-minute walk. You think you’re gonna melt?”

She groans and pushes his shoulder.

Luis leans his head towards me: “I’m sorry, it’s only 7.30, but there’s nowhere else to go.” It’s the longest sentence he’s said to me all night.

“That’s fine, I like rain. And we can talk at home.” I grab my purse from the table. He holds out his hand, and I take it, getting to my feet.

We traipse out of La Isla into the downpour; it’s so heavy that my cardigan starts to dampen immediately.

“Vamos a salir de aquí,” Sebas says to Rosalia, grabbing her hand. Rosalia gives us a wave goodbye, and they run across the street, into the night.

Jacinta is pushing wet hair away from her forehead. “Which way are you going?” I ask.

“Por allí.” She points in the opposite direction of our apartment before pulling at Flaco’s shirt. “Vámanos, I’m going to get sick,” she whines.

He rolls his eyes. “See you tomorrow, hermano,” he says to Luis.

Jacinta smiles suggestively. “Have fun.”

I roll my eyes as they turn away from us and hurry down Church Street.

“Bien, let’s go home,” I say, walking slightly ahead of Luis.

He groans. “We should have brought our abrigos,”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. This is nice.” I stretch out my hand, feeling the raindrops pelt against my palm. “When it’s so warm and it’s raining… It feels like Puerto Rico.”

“¿Qué?”

I slow down so he can hear me more clearly. “I said it feels like Puerto Rico.”

Luis grins. “Tienes razón.”

“Where did you live there?”

“Ponce. I came a year before you and Nardo, with mi papá.”

“Does he work with you at Garaje Torres?”

“He did but he hurt his back last year. He still comes in to do repairs.” Luis sighs. “I tell him not to, but he doesn’t listen.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“We need the money, por supuesto, but he likes the work.”

“Do you like the work?”

Luis shrugs. “I just need a job.”

A clap of thunder shatters through the sky, and we both pick up the pace. My hair is totally drenched. I pull out my hair tie and snap it onto my wrist, before handing my purse to Luis. “Can you hold this, please?”

He takes it, and I start unbuttoning my cardigan. It’s just as soaked as my hair, but I still hold it over my head as we walk in an attempt to shield myself from the storm. We’re trudging through it bravely, but when my heel sinks in a puddle and the water seeps into my toes, it's the last straw.

“Luis, can we stop somewhere? Even just for five minutes.”

He looks around us, squinting through the rain. All the storefronts are grey and empty. “None of these places look open.”

I ball up my cardigan, tucking it under one arm, and grab his hand. Luis raises his eyebrows. “We’ll find a place,” I say, as I start dragging him forward into a run.

The rain hits our faces even more forcefully as we sprint down the street with no direction. I turn my head back and forth, trying to spot any place that looks warm and open.

Luis splashes into a puddle, and I flinch as rainwater hits my leg. “Ay mierda, Y/N, I’m sorry,” I hear him say, but I just laugh him off.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a glimmer of red and yellow through the haze. I blink hard, and stare across the road. “I think it’s Doc’s!” I yell.  

We cross the street, and I exhale with relief: the blinds are up, the neon “Open” sign is glowing, and I can even see Valentina behind the counter.

“Gracias, Dios,” Luis wheezes as he catches his breath. I laugh and pull him into the store.

“Mija.” Valentina sounds strained.

“Está lloviendo mucho, we thought we’d come in,” I call out to her. Water is dripping from my dress and cardigan in my hand onto the black and white tiled floor.

Valentina slides out from behind the counter, walking hurriedly towards us. Her gaze shifts to her left, and I turn to see what’s holding her attention.

A broad-shouldered Jet boy is standing by the small circular table in the store, pulling his jacket off from behind a chair. A doe-eyed brunette is behind him, her hands wrapped tightly around his chest. In the chair opposite them is a blonde girl with short, wavy hair, wearing the brightest red lipstick I’ve ever seen. And standing behind her, with an arm resting against the back of her chair…

My heart starts to pound, and I tighten my grip on Luis’s hand. I can’t understand whether Riff is truly everywhere, or if I just know to recognize him now.

All the Jets are staring at us. Riff��s eyes are darting back and forth between me and my hand in Luis’s.

“You’re both soaked! Vengan aquí.” Valentina waves us towards two stools at the opposite end of the store to where the Jets are sitting. I exchange glances with Luis. His posture has entirely stiffened, as if he’s tensing every muscle in his body; even his jaw is clenched.  

Luis leans my purse against the wall, and we sit down on the stools, facing each other. “Maybe we should leave?” I whisper, but Luis doesn’t seem to hear me. He’s staring right in the Jets’ direction.

Valentina grabs a small grey rag from the countertop and hands it to me. “Don’t worry, it’s clean.”

I smile gratefully at her, but I’m not sure how dry she expects us to get from this tiny piece of cloth. Maybe she just wants to keep Luis’s hands’ busy. I rub half-heartedly at my arm and sneak a look over my shoulder to confirm what I already sensed: Riff is watching me. A jolt of electricity sparks through my chest.

Luis’s stare shifts, like he’s tracking someone’s movement.

“We should head out. It’s a little…crowded.” The voice is unfamiliar to me; it must be the broad-shouldered Jet.

“I’m good here,” Riff responds.

“C’mon, Riff. You serious?” The Jet sounds irritable, like this is something that’s happened before.

I turn to watch the scene unfold, just as Riff addresses the blonde girl: “You go too, Grazi. It’s gettin’ late.”

The blonde frowns. “You’re not walkin’ me home?”

Riff doesn’t respond, and Grazi huffs dramatically, swishing her pink skirt as she stands up. She trails behind the Jet and the brunette as they all walk towards the door.

The Jet freezes by the entrance, staring at Luis. He takes a step towards him, and Luis instantly jumps up from his seat.

Valentina speaks up, sternly: “Just leave, Diesel.”

The name is familiar, and it hits me that this is one of the Jets who attacked Jorge’s son, the one who Riff mentioned to me on Thursday. Diesel narrows his eyes at her, his lips curling into a sneer that’s almost certainly preceding a vile insult, but none of us get the chance to hear it: the brunette pulls him out of the store just as he’s about to spit out whatever was on his mind.

Grazi has her hand on the door, about to leave herself, when she pauses to look me up and down. “Nice dress,” she says with a nod. It’s not said unkindly, which surprises me, but she leaves before I can respond.

The room feels even thicker with tension than it was before. Riff casually strolls into my view, picking up a can of beans from a shelf opposite me and scanning the label. Luis still hasn’t sat down. The rain isn’t relenting outside, but I’d much rather brave the storm than stay here.

“Dale, let’s go home,” I say to Luis.

Riff looks up from his beans. “You runnin’ away again?”

“Hey pendejo, don’t talk to her.” Luis shifts to stand in front of me, trying to block me from Riff’s view.

Valentina pipes up again from behind the counter: “Go home, Riff.” He ignores her and takes a step towards us, the can of beans still in his hand. Riff tilts his head to one side, sizing up Luis. He raises his eyebrows like he’s just realized something.  

“You know what? You look a lot shorter when you’re not hiding behind Bernardo. You should keep him around more, especially when you’re goin’ out with a pretty girl.”

“Vete a la mierda, Ri–”

“Luis!” Valentina’s voice rings out, cutting him off. She scrambles out from behind the counter and steps in between him and Riff. “Quería pedirle un favor. I have these bags of rice in the cellar, I just can’t lift them onto the shelf. Tengo una mala espalda, you know. Could you do it for me, before you leave?”

“I – uh, por supuesto, but right now?” I can only see the back of Luis’s head, but his meaning is obvious: you want me to leave you and Y/N alone with him?

Valentina walks forward to sit opposite me in Luis’s vacated seat. “Sí, por favor. It’s just four bags, at the bottom of the stairs.”

Luis turns to look at me, and I shrug: “Su multa conmigo.” He nods reluctantly and walks towards the cellar staircase, stopping to glower at Riff for a moment before disappearing down the stairs.

Valentina sighs wearily. I’m sure she’s gotten used to temporarily diffusing tensions between the Jets and Sharks in her store, but it doesn’t appear to get easier over time.

Riff smirks. “Close call. For a second, I thought he was gonna hit me.”

“This is neutral ground–that still means something to some people,” I retort. “He would never.”

Valentina tenses across from me. “Y/N,” she warns.  

“Well, doesn’t he sound like a gem.” Riff takes a step closer to our table, still holding the can of beans.

“He is.”

“You ever seen him with a brick in his hand?”

It’s a cheap remark, and I don’t bother to respond. Sure, I’ve never sat down to imagine what exactly Luis does as Nardo’s right-hand-man, but why would I? I certainly know enough about the Sharks to not be naïve about him.

Riff and I stare at each other in a silent stand-off. He rests one hand on his hip as he watches me, a bemused smile crossing his lips. If I were just a bit closer to him, I bet I’d be able to see the glow of the neon sign reflected in his eyes. His gaze lowers, and I immediately feel flustered; the dress doesn’t have a revealing cut, but it definitely fits a little tighter now that I’m drenched. Then I realize with a start what exactly has caught his attention: his silver chain on my neck.

Riff raises a single eyebrow: “Nice necklace.”

My eyes widen, and my hand goes instinctively to the beads. Riff’s hand is off his hip now, and he’s standing up straighter. There’s a new light shining in his eyes, and I can’t make out exactly what it means.

I drop my stare as blood rushes to my cheeks.

“Riff, you should leave.” Valentina’s voice shocks me. I had almost forgot she was here, even though she’s sitting right opposite me.

Riff rolls his eyes. “I’m good here.”

A heavy stomping fills the store as Luis emerges from the cellar stairs. “All done,” he says, his voice low. He side-steps Riff to stand next to me.

“Ah, muchas gracias por tu ayuda, Luis.” Valentina says with a forced cheerfulness.

“We need to go, it’s getting late,” I mumble as I hop off the stool and pull my cardigan on, grimacing at the cold, wet feeling on my arms. I avoid looking at Riff as I wish Valentina good night. She returns my smile, but she’s watching me warily.

Luis and I head out, back into the downpour. He starts walking ahead but I call out at him to stop: “Give me a second.”

I rest my back against the brick of the building, next to the front door. I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the rain cool me down. A hand rests gently on my arm; I reluctantly open my eyes to see Luis gazing down at me. “Y/N, we should go.” His hair is already dripping with rain again. I sigh and look up at him for a few moments.

Luis leans into me slightly, and I raise my eyebrows: is he about to kiss me? I laugh nervously and push myself off the wall, pushing him away from me in the process. He doesn’t make any move, and we fall into step alongside each other. We’re only a few yards in front of Doc’s when the door swings open.

I look over my shoulder to see Riff standing in the doorway. He’s holding my purse in his hand. “You forgot your bag,” he yells over the rain. My heart skips a beat.

Luis immediately moves to stand in front of me, blocking me from Riff’s view. “Give it me,” he snaps, holding out his hand. This is the second time Luis has done this to me tonight. I feel a prick of irritation, however well-intentioned his actions may be.

“Oh, I didn’t realize this was yours,” Riff shoots back.

“Luis.” My voice is terse. “I got it.”

Luis stares at me, but he moves to the side without argument. I stride past him to Riff and take my bag from his outstretched hand. My eyes flicker upwards, and I realize I was correct last Thursday; there’s a fresh, red wound on his forearm that sticks out against his pale skin.

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend how I got that,” he murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear him.

Riff’s light-blue t-shirt is dampening. I avert my eyes from his chest. “He’s not my boyfriend,” I say quietly. I turn away from him on my heel, clutching my purse.

Luis couldn’t possibly have caught our comments over the rainfall, but he’s glowering at Riff all the same. He takes my hand when I reach his side.

“You come find me if you want a real date, doll,” Riff calls out from behind us.

I cringe. Now that was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Luis inhales sharply. He drops my hand and starts walking towards the store with a rapid stride: “Hey Riff?”

Riff grins.

“We’re not in Doc’s anymore.”

I’m still registering his words when Luis slams his fist into Riff’s cheek. He draws back immediately and punches Riff again on his jaw with even more force. Without hesitation, Luis grabs a fistful of his shirt and shoves him backward. Riff’s head hits against the glass door, and the dull sound pulls my heart into my throat.  

Riff is bleeding, but he looks unfazed. He grips Luis by the shoulders and hurls him to sidewalk. Luis is digging his hands into Riff’s neck–

“Luis!” My voice is piercing and foreign to me as I rush towards them. I grab the back of his shirt and tug it as hard as I can, throwing him off balance.

The front door flings open. “¿Qué diablos es esto?” Valentina gasps. Luis scrambles on the gravel to stand up, almost colliding with her in the process.

Riff staggers to his feet, rain and blood streaming down his face.

Someone says my name behind me.

Riff’s chest is rising and falling rapidly. He holds my gaze as he wipes his cheek with the back of his hand. It's only when I’m close enough to count the four cuts on his faces that I realize I’ve been walking towards him.

“Y/N!” Valentina is pulling at my arm. “¿Qué haces? You need to get out of here.”

I snap my head towards her, my eyes stinging, but I remain rooted to where I’m standing.

Valentina stares me. She opens her mouth to say something when her hand abruptly drops from my arm, as if all the energy has been knocked out of her. She stumbles back a step, her eyes darting between me and Riff.

“Y/N, please. We need to leave.” Luis is by my side. He moves to take my hand, and I flinch, snatching it away before he has the chance. I take a deep breath, turn away from them all, and start walking as fast as I can.

Luis runs up behind me. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He reaches for me again, but I recoil at his touch.  

“Don’t talk. Please.”

“He was just –”

“Stop.”

“Y/N, no entiendo. What did you expect me to do?”

I don’t respond. We walk home in silence.

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“Hey, tortolitos, how was it?”

“Dios mío, you’re soaked! Y/N? Y/ N, ¿qué pasó?”

I hear their voices clearly, but my view of Anita and Nardo are blocked by our clothesline, which is hanging across the kitchen. Anita must have brought our laundry inside once the rain started.

I push past the clothes and dodge them both, leaving Luis somewhere behind me. “I don’t feel well,” I stammer as I head straight for my bedroom and slam the door shut behind me.

Water is pooling around me on the floor. My cardigan has stuck to my skin, and I pry it off me with effort. I can hear urgent voices in the kitchen, interrupted by a gentle knock at my door. “Y/N? Can I come in?” Anita says.

“No entres. I’m changing.”

I cross my room to the window, pulling back the lace curtain and sliding it open. The rain is still pelting down as I slip out onto the fire escape. With my back against the brick of the building, I stare out onto the street. The view is unusually barren and drab; all the drying laundry of our neighbours has been pulled inside.

My heart hasn’t stopped racing since I left Riff at Doc’s. I put my hand on my chest as if that could slow the beat, but all I feel is his chain. I know he was trying to provoke Luis tonight, to prove some kind of point. It should make me even angrier at him, but all I feel is exhaustion. When I’m not facing Riff, it’s so easy for me to make clear-cut observations about who he is and what I should feel about him. But as soon as I see him, everything I’ve decided to do and feel evaporates, and I’m left frantically clinging at the remaining mist. All I can picture in my mind right now is his bleeding face.

I rest my hands on the steel railing and gaze out into the street. The rain makes everything hazy, but I can still make out the garbage bins, the gate blocking us from the main road, and… I squint. There’s a tall, thin shadow moving by the gate. What could it be? It moves forward into the light of a streetlamp, and I gasp. This is not happening.

My eyes are telling me that Riff is walking towards the fire escape, towards me, but my brain is screaming that this is not possible. He tilts his head up, looking up at my apartment building. I hold onto the railing and lean out as far as I can. His eyes land on mine, and he grins wildly.

“Esto no está sucediendo,” I whisper.

“Huh? Can I come up?”

I flinch at his yelling. “Shhh, you have to be quiet.”

He points to his ears. “I can’t hear you!”

“Oh my God, please shut up,” I hiss. This must be some kind of fever dream. Maybe I’m sick–I’ve spent too much time in the rain tonight.

Riff reaches up, grabbing the edge of the fire escape closest to the ground. He pulls himself over the railing and walks up the staircase. He repeats the action for the next fire escape, but the railing must be slippery with rain because he fumbles his grip as he pulls himself up. I inhale sharply and drop to my knees.

Riff climbs another set of stairs until he reaches the top. I run over to him and kneel on the platform. He can’t go any further; we’re separated by a metal gate that’s blocking the entrance to my fire escape. He looks up at me through the metal wiring and his dimples flash as his face breaks into a wide smile. He is totally soaked, and his wet hair is curling on his forehead.

Riff pokes his fingers through the gate and tries to rattle it. “This thing open?” His voice is still too loud, fighting to be heard over the rain.

“You need to be quiet,” I say as I fumble at the side of the gate until I feel the rusting metal latches. I flip them over, and Riff swings the gate open on its hinge.

He pulls himself onto the platform, and I jump to my feet, stumbling back to give him room to stand.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. It’s raining.” He grins and turns his head to peek through my window, even though any view is obscured by the curtain. “This your room?”

“Hey, don’t look in there; look at me. Why are you here?” I prod at his chest, partly for emphasis, and partly to make sure that he is actually real. Riff winces, and I pull away immediately.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he waves away my reaction. “I just needed to talk to you, so I…followed you. I’m sorry, I should go.”

“No,” I say a little too fast, which makes him smile. I can see dried blood on his face, and the gash on his cheek is violently red. I steer him gently so that he’s next to the window, against the brick of the apartment building. “Sit here.”

“I told you, I’m fine!” Riff insists. I glare at him, and he relents with a sigh, sliding his back down the wall until he’s sitting on the platform.

“Don’t move.” I pull up the window and slip back into my bedroom. I need some kind of fabric, but my brain is running wild. My eyes land on the lace curtain. I hold onto a corner and tear it firmly, ripping off a piece of the fabric.

Careful not to slip on the windowsill, I head back outside. Riff is still where I left him. I sit down in front of him, pulling my dress over my knees. I scrunch up the torn lace into a ball and hold it out on my palm. It only takes seconds for the surface to be soaked in rain. I lightly dab at Riff’s cheeks, rubbing away the dried blood.

“The blonde girl is very pretty,” I say in my best attempt at subtlety.

“Oh, she’s nothing.”

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true.”

“I don’t care. It’s not nice.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

He watches me silently for a minute before he speaks up again: “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not. I know what you were doing, provoking Luis.”

Riff frowns. “No, no, I’m not sorry about that. I meant when we were talkin’ behind your shop.”

I lower my hand so I can focus my full attention on what he’s about to say.

“I really didn’t know Diesel was gonna attack anyone, but you were right. I’m not controlling the guys. That was Tony. Tony always knew what to do, he could handle everyone. When we started the Jets, everyone knew he was gonna be our leader—it was always gonna be him. But he’s not here anymore.” Riff clears his throat. “We had a rumble last year, and Tony was beating up this Egyptian kid. And the kid…the kid died.”

I widen my eyes. Riff keeps going, avoiding my gaze: “We’re all brothers but Tony, I knew him since we were kids. We lived together – womb to tomb, know what I mean? And then this happened. He’s in prison for life; he’s never gettin’ out. No one else is gonna keep the Jets together, so I’m tryin’ to do it. I have to do it. We’re still a family, and I need to do for him.”

I wait a few seconds until I’m sure Riff is done. “Okay.”

Riff stares at me. “That’s all you got to say?”

“It all sounds very complicated.”

He nods slowly like I’m a baby. “It is.”

“You have a duty to the Jets.”

“Sure.”

“I know what that’s like.”

Riff turns his head towards the window, but he says nothing. 

“So, we should end this.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” He holds out a hand to stop me from continuing. “It’s not black and white like that, it’s way more complicated. You just said it yourself.”

I rub my forehead and exhale. “Riff, this is too tiring for me. When I look at my family, at my brother, I feel like my head is going to split open. I thought I knew how to handle this, but then today at Doc’s, seeing you again, and you fighting Luis… I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to think.”

“Then don’t think.” I laugh at his naivety, but he’s eyes are serious. “Don’t think about it, Y/N.” 

Riff leans forward tentatively and slips a hand under my legs, wrapping the other one around my waist. His touch on my bare skin sends shivers down my spine. He pulls me onto his lap, and I let the scrunched-up piece of lace fall out of my hand.

He pushes the hair away from my face, twirling a strand around his finger before tucking it behind my ear. Riff’s t-shirt is clinging to his skin, and I move a hand over the fabric, until its resting behind his neck. My fingers intertwine with his hair, and he tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me closer into him. Riff runs his thumb across my bottom lip, his face inches from mine. I pull at the neck of his t-shirt to close the gap between us.

A dull thudding noise almost makes me jump out of my skin. I fling my head away from Riff, whipping it to the side to face the window. Riff jerks away as well, but his head slams against brick. I gasp and instantly cover my mouth to silence myself.

I slide off of Riff’s lap and stand up as quietly as I can. I can make out Anita’s voice, but it’s muffled by my shut bedroom door and the closed window.

Riff is on his feet as well, rubbing the back of his head. “What’s going on?” he whispers. He’s still standing next to the window, so Anita wouldn’t see him even if she were to come in right now.

I look up at his sparkling blue eyes, widened in concern. Raindrops are suspended in his lashes. I remember what he said to me all those days ago at the market, that all I needed to do was tell him to go and he’d never speak to me again. I can’t help smiling in spite of knowing what I’m about to say; as long as I keep seeing his eyes, this situation is never going to end.

“Riff.” He smiles, and my heart lurches. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t look for me. Don’t come to the café anymore. We’ll pretend this didn’t happen, that none of this happened.”

Riff stares at me like I’ve just slapped him in the face. He swallows hard. “If that’s what you want.”

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt again.”  

Riff looks more pained than I’ve seen them the whole night. He opens his mouth like he’s about to argue with me, but he just sighs: “Alright.”

He turns away and jumps onto the platform below, looking up at me when he lands.

“I’ll…” Riff’s voice trails off. There’s nothing left to say, not anymore. He sweeps his hair back from his forehead and clambers over the second railing, dropping to the street. At first, he walks backwards so that he can still hold my gaze;  eventually, though, he tears his eyes away, turns his back to me, and disappears into the hazy night.

As soon as he leaves my sight, I pull up the window and slide into my room. I sprint towards the door and fling it open. Anita and Nardo are deep in conversation at the kitchen table, but they both jump up when they see me. Luis isn’t here. 

“Where is he?” I ask.

“You didn’t hear me? He just left.” Anita eyebrows are furrowed with concern. “Why are you still so wet?”

Nardo looks just as upset. “Y/N, can we talk about this? Luis shouldn’t have done that in front of you.”

“We can talk, just give me a moment,” I say as I run out of our apartment and through the corridor. I spot him just as he’s about to disappear down the stairs.

“Luis!”

He turns around, and starts walking towards me, meeting me in the middle. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I scared you, and I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Luis, it’s okay. I understand,” I say, slightly out-of-breath. “But I don’t want to lie to you.”

His expression softens. “I know.”

“You know?”

“You should be with him.”

My heart stops. “What are you saying?”

“If you love someone else, you should be with him. I’ll talk to him if you want, tell him nothing happened with us. And Nardo, he’ll be mad for a couple weeks, but he won’t mind. Le dire que fui yo, I’ll tell him I changed my mind.”  

“Please don’t talk to Nardo.”

“¿Estás seguro?” Are you sure?

I hesitate. “Luis, how was our date?”

He’s taken aback by my abruptness. “It was nice, but we didn’t get to talk a lot.”

“We really don’t know each other.”

Luis smiles softly. “I’d like to know you better, but I don’t think you want that.”

I take a deep breath to steady my voice. “I’m sorry, Luis. No sé qué decirte. Everything is such a mess. I just need some time to think things through, but I don’t expect you to stick around for that. Please don’t tell Anita and Nardo—I’ll talk to them, but not right now.”

Luis stares at me, deep in thought. “No te preocupes, I won’t say anything. But if you need more time, I should take you to the dance on Friday. Anita and Nardo won’t ask questions if we pretend like nothing’s changed.”

He’s right; it would be the perfect way to avoid suspicion until I figure out what exactly to say to them. “¿Estás seguro?” I ask.

Luis takes my hand. His knuckles are bruised, purple and blue, but I don’t recoil.

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tagging: @mahmahmahmysharona, @whisperofsong, @graziellalovesriff, @shitemylife, @ilovey0us0, @gwianasky

[vinnival]

could you please do doc, sheriff, tricky, auditor, and sanmos [sanford x deimos] + demon child!reader with fire powers?

RAAUARJSURJA

little tinny

Wreak Havoc!

2BDamned

Who's this... sassy lost child?

-him

Imagine his surprise! He's cruising along, taking a break from SQ, when he spots a flicker of flame in the distance

Tbh he thought it was Deimos at first because....... ykno

(But Dei was back at SQ? Doc JUST saw him when he left...)

But when he approaches to try and see what was going on, he spots a kiddo that...

That looked like a hellbeast from Hell!

He startles, not expecting that- and that caught your attention. You skittered over and chirped at him with a fanged grin, exhaling a bit of smoke.

"Oh Maker no."

-him

He tried to get away, but I mean. You probably recognized this guy because of the stuff he does n all! So you follow him.

No matter how he tries to shake you, you manage to dart through thr shadows fast enough to somehow always find him

It was in this moment 2B knew......... he fucked up

He finally relented and took you back to SQ on the promise that you didn't destroy anything or else he will, and I quote, "Deag you back from which you came so help me."

Surprisingly? You didn't really act TOO bad. Of course you left a couple singes from embers here and there and started small fires from time to time. But it was really nothing that 2B or the other SQ members can't handle.

After all, they DO deal with Deimos, so

If you squint, you can see 2B slowly growing on you, becoming more father-like and caring over time.

Whoop-de-doo. +1 dad!

Sherf

What are you doing in my house????? What are you doing in my house ????????????

"I want waffle fries! :3"

Yeah you hopped into MERC one day to terrorize and it sent Sher into a tizzy because why is a DEMON FROM HELL-

Oh hey you knew this guy! You saw him when he was down there, and played with him a bit, which gave him a break from the torture of the other adult hellbeasts/demons

But that doesn't mean he wasn't scared of you lmao, he had his gun out and shakily aimed at you

You plop right into the chair across from him in his office, wide-eyed, occasionally blinking. You Were Not Afraid Of The Gun

He's frozen in fear! Tfw he's scared of a Literal Child

But you simply blep at him, tail swishing

And then he finally realizes

Ah shit I gotta deal with a child demon

Yeah you were NOT leaving lmao

MERC actually really likes you tbh, you are surprisjngly helpful with the tasks and you do Cool Fire Tricks so that's also a plus

Sheriff takes a while to warm up to you, but he does! And soon he's fully comfortable with taking you under his wing

He introduced you to Church n Jorge and Oh Boy

He knew a fraction of what kind of chaos would break out. But he didn't expect all of it

No matter how many times you three went chaos mode and sorta scared everybody with your abilities? Sheriff would always be waiting (albeit ready to rightfully scold based on what happened) with open arms, pretty proud of his two Big Kids and one Demon Kid

Tricky

Omg !!!!!! Chaos gremlin !!!!!!!

You two probably met for like 5 seconds total and it already wanted to fight you

Probably because it saw your demon-like features and deemed you worthy of The Slap™️

Of course, when the tie came around, you two were on the floor and panting, giggling to yourselves

"I LIKE YOU!!! YOU'RE COOL!!!"

Cue happy demon

Soft tacos later ?

SOFT TACOS LATER !

You equally drag each other around a lot. Straight up, as in the title, wreaking havoc and watching shit go down with popcorn

When fighting Hank, you cheer it on!

You two like playfighting a lot, it's all in good fun!

Clown dad nyeh >:) /ref

It really cares for you! If you're hurt via water ( you make Fire so logically- ) it will plop down next to you and hug you until you get over the pain

Speaking of fire, it probably asks you to help with the circus tricks clown knows just to add more flair to it

Tricky is obviously cold all the time due to being a Literal Corpse, so it curls up next to you a lot to stay warm

"THANK YOU SPACE HEATER :o)"

you've lost your demon title how do you feel/j

Auditor

Thus could go one of two ways! But because this is intended to be a fluff request, I won't go the Evil Warlord way

When Audi detected a new presence among the land that wasn't like the usual buzz of grunts, spirits, G03LMs, etc...

She had to check it out before the other employers could

Quickly whisking away to your location, she spots a child chasing a screaming grunt around

Smoke trails bellowed behind you as you laughed and spat fireballs at the poor grunt

Wait is that child-

Oh yeah she finally caught you weren't a normal grunt

They swooped in just in time to catch you as you jumped to pounce on the scared grunt, immediately wrapping you in binds to keep you from attacking. (Not that it would hurt.)

"What? Huh?! N- lemme go! Lemme go!"

They simply raised an eyebrow at your sttempt to look weak and like a literal child, hiding away your horns and tail and closing your eyes shut

When you attempted to sneak a fire attack conspicuously (to which it didn't hurt. fire employer, rmr?), she decided to speak up

"I know what you are, hellbeast. Are you one of Stygian's?"

You froze up at that name, finally letting your horns pop back out. Oh, yeah. You definitely knew that name; that was your old leader before you decided to run off and see the overworld of Nevada

With you slowly nodding, Audi stayed quiet and simply dragged you back to the AAHW facility she was at.

And you didn't protest! You already probably upset one employer, you didn't want to upset another

She brought you up to her office quickly,

"Stay here, I'll get accommodations ready for you soon. Do not burn down my office."

You quickly nod at hearing the growl in her voice

Of course you obliged, resisting the urge to idly play with your fire until he came back

Once Auditor did, they gave you the rundown of the rules, and asked you to repeat them before you were permitted to head to your room

Yes, you memorized them with ease and repeated them back; you were soon on your way to a pretty comfortable room to live in

Audi personally accompanies you a lot, asking you idle questions to learn more about you and teaching you some nifty things! Like swordfighting!

Lesson one never give a demon a sword

Unless said demon is fighting an emoloyer

Otherwise you have no chance lol

Stygian never shows up to take their kid back, so Audi just keeps you tbh

Neat liddle kitto

Sanmos

Hoooollyyyy shiittt

Dei FREAKS OUT when seeing you, immediately spitting out fire of his own to excitedly catch your attention

You two were just immediately "my man 🤝"

Meanwhile San in the bg "Oh No Twoaddem"

San can't really resist Dei's puppy eyes when immediately asking to take you in

"Alright, just remember that this is a literal demon, Dei, and shit could go down at any moment."

happy deimos and demon

You are subsequently apsorped into The Family™️, now including TWO dads!

Sanford obviously secretly adores you, but he puts on a more firm front when parenting you, making sure to scold you accordingly; just as 2B would.

Deimos is a flat out cool father, always hanging out with you and/or inviting you to do stupid shit together, cracking jokes when needed and doing fire stuff together

(outside of sq btw. no more accidents inside.)

When you come on missions and work with the two to drop bodies by the tens every few seconds, they're the proudest dads EVER omg

"Our kid could probably beat Hank!"

I'm personally not sure if you could tbh but! It's the thought that counts?

*coughs this up* how old is this rq.......... like 4-5 months old....... im. so sorry <- addicted to discord

hope you liked it, though! I'll be slowly working through the requests, all! Be patient please!

[haxorus-imp]

Greetings~!

Just to be clear, this is primarily a reader-insert blog. ALL OF THESE ARE X READERS THAT ARE PRIMARILY ANONYMOUS.

I personally don’t prefer to write for ships or self inserts. Please keep this in mind when requesting art or writings from me! = I WILL DO = - Fluff - Hurt and Comfort - Angst - Yandere,Tsundere, ect. - Injuries and recovery - Vampirism - Transformations - Unique Readers (Winged readers, mermaid readers, ect) - I am comfortable writing for cancer, amnesia, and Depression. - Readers with Autism. (I am a diagnosed autistic person.) - Murder and Blood = I WILL NOT DO = - Sexual assault & Rape - Underage ANYTHING - Severe sickness (ALS, Cerebral Palsy, Ect.) - Severe mental illnesses (Suicide, DID, Schizophrenia) - Omegaverse stuff (I just don’t know much about it, sorry!) =~~Fandoms I am participating in currently~~= - Pizza Tower - Madness Combat - Little Big Planet

!!UPDATED AS OF 4/6/23!!

Discord: https://href.li/?https://discord.gg/damkmyRkeM AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Haxorus

🧾 ++ MASTERLIST ++ 🧾 (Under construction)

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🩸 Madness Combat 🩸 = X Readers & Other Stories = ---- - Fall into Nevada (Part 1) (Soldier!Reader) - Fall into Nevada (Part 2) (Soldier!Reader) - Soldier!Reader Headcanons - Soldier!Reader picks up the SQ crew - FSR First Contact (Future!Soldier!Reader) - FSR First Contact [AAHW Version] (Future!Soldier!Reader) - Future!Soldeir!Reader Headcanons - The Player gets very sick (SQ Crew + Auditor) - The Player gets very sick 2 (Jeb, Tricky, Sheriff +2) - In the Player’s World Headcanons - The Player and the SQ crew get married - The Player and Phobos/Auditor get married - The SQ crew react to dyed hair - The Player tells Phobos about their world - The Player sacrifices themselves to save Nevada - The Player shattered headcanons - Jeb and Phobos react to The Player’s corset collection - The Main Cast With a Chubby!Player - The SQ crew learns that The Player is Asexual - The AAHW and NEXUS crew learn The Player is Asexual -

=Papa Grunt Series (Set in Salty’s AU)= ---- Pregnancy: - The SQ Crew during Player’s Pregnancy - Jeb and Phobos during Player’s Pregnancy - Sheriff and Tricky during Player’s Pregnancy - The Auditor during Player’s Pregnancy - Crackpot during Player’s Pregnancy - Church and Jorge during Player’s Pregnancy - Goyle, GIL, and Skinner during Player’s Pregnancy - Chopper Dave during Player’s Pregnancy Parents interacting with their Kids: - The SQ kids discover their Player powers - The Auditor and Phobos kids discover their Player powers - The Sheriff and Tricky kids discover their Player powers - The kids react to their Player cleaning their faces - Goyle and Player meet again - Goyle finds out he’s the child’s father - Tricky, Phobos, Auditor, and Sheriff reaction to their baby in danger - How would Phobos, Jebus, Crackpot, and Audi bond with their kids - What if the child asks for another sibling? - Grunts getting asked “Where do babies come from” - Sheriff’s kid getting their horse - The papa!Grunts react to their children crying out in pain - Papa!Grunts Egg version: - Where did the eggs come from? - Egg type guide (Art) - Hank reacts to his egg hatching - Jeb reacts to his egg hatching - Tricky and Auditor reacting to their eggs hatching - Phobos reacts to a crack on his egg - Eggy AU Artwork (Both mine and fanworks): ---- - DON’T TOUCH THE CHILD -

All Grown Up: - Sheriff’s Kid - The Tricksters AU Ramblings: - How many kids would the grunts like to have? =Seasonal Stories= ----

- The SQ crew reacts to Halloween in the Player’s World - Jeb reacts to Halloween in the Player’s World - The SQ crew reacts to Fall - The SQ crew reacts to Snow - The SQ crew celebrates Thanksgiving - The SQ crew celebrates Christmas - The SQ crew celebrates New Years -

=Artwork= ---- - Grunt Babies - Hank with his Child - Tricky and his Tricksters - “It was Him” - Hank Wimbleton and His Player - Hiding from Hungry Bandits - Cuddling an Auditor plushie - They live with you now - Short!Human gets bullied - Short!Human gets picked up - Papa!Grunt Doodles - Soldier!Reader and their clone - Reader with all of the babies - Human height discussion and flexibility - Humans are cryptids - Celebrating Hank Doll getting funded - If the SQ group were able to transform into dragons - Futuristic Soldier Artwork - Shattered Player Beta Design - FSR Underskeleton Concept Art = GOD!PLAYERS AU = ---- Writings - God!Players Harem Headcanons - God!Players react to Phobos’s Fanfiction ---- Artwork (both mine and fanworks): - God Player Portraits - Devil!Player Portrait - Mermaid!Player Portrait - BE NOT AFRAID - Soldier!Player Spa Day - Phobos drawing himself with Gods - Auditor giving Goddess Player a flower - World Map of New Nevada - God!Player Soul Gems - Phobos Doujinshi comic - Skinner casually letting SQ know he’s gonna be a dad = Other interesting things / Madcom Rambles = --- - Roommate Grunts - Grunt Culture - Grunts are reverse paradise birds - Human anatomy would fascinate grunts - Nevada Tycoon? - What makes the Player a god - Humans and Grunts being interested in their respective Biology - Human history being explained to grunts - Grunts reacting to human evolution and their generations - Human explaining space to grunts -

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🍕 Pizza Tower 🍕 --- (COMING SOON!) ++++++++

🌌 Little Big Planet 🌌

= Headcanons = ---- - Clive Headcanons - Larry DaVinci Headcanons - Avalon Headcanons - Dr. Herbert Headcanons - Headcanons on the titans - Newton is younger than the 3 heroes of Bunkum - Headcanons on the nature of Negativity = Human in Craftworld Stories/ Headcanons = ---- LBP/ LBP2 / LBP3 - The alliance reacting to a human - Human perspective - Dreamer Biology - A shy human gets lost in the imagisphere - A depressed human gets lost in the imagisphere - Marlon Random and Newton are friends - Newton comforts his human friend - Avalon with a shy S/O - Newton is touch starved and in a relationship with Reader - Newton has a panic attack and Reader comforts him - Vex / SABA - Vex meets a Dreamer that’s just as evil as him - Vex and a Dreamer (Part 1) - Vex and a Dreamer (Part 2) - Vex and a Dreamer (Part 3) - Vex as a Significant Other Headcanons - Vex gets turned into a Sackperson Headcanons

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THANKS FOR READING AND HAPPY REQUESTING!

[madness-in-the-flesh]

How would Church and jorge hunt down their s/o?

This made me do the thing where you lay on your tummy and kick your legs at the idea. Anyways thanks for requesting those two after I asked for some. Appreciate it <3

CHURCH AND JORGE HUNTING DOWN AN S/O HCS

GENRE - ROMANTIC

TRIGGER WARNING - Kidnapping implied, Manipulation, Intimidation, blackmail mention, Violence, amputation mention

If them being able to follow Sanford and Deimos to the strangest of places, then you KNOW you are probably not gonna go far whether your running from them or you've just escaped them.

I feel like they're both VERY skilled at tracking people down. It's not much of a chore when they can find tracks aka they're tracking you down via sightings. You're gonna need to play it safe or you are FUCKED.

You can't trust anybody with the info on your whereabouts and avoid anyone that could see you. Gonna have to move around like Jeb in that one part of Project Nexus if you want to get out and stay out of their grasp but that's not what we're here for.

They ask around, Asking and bribing people if they've seen you. They're also not afraid to use intimidation if it helps jog said persons memory.

They also have all your family and friends ( if they haven't taken them out ) along with your favourite spots / go-to places you'd go to help which is where they start. They had stalked and bribed enough information before they took you or even in some cases, black mail.

They catch up quickly because of this and the combination that is the greedy fucks of Nevada. They might even put out a reward for sightings of you but that's a last resort.

They'll find you at every twist and turn, usually popping up in their usual fashion: Smashing through the nearest barrier between the three of you or just jumping out of nowhere.

Not afraid to harm or hurt you but they make sure to play it out carefully. Usually WILL already somehow incapacitate you from a distance and just play it off as them just finding you and saving your ass from your supposed attacker.

Not against breaking your limbs / popping them out the sockets if it means you can run. Might even debate amputating them so you can't get away again.

Might even get them to stage a kidnapping, basically helpless until they come along. maybe it'll teach you to appreciate them but at least you will definitely have nothing on you to fight back as Church picks you up and throws your over their shoulder. No matter how much you kick and scream.

I think they're with MERC, with their first appearance being before you meet them, so It wouldn't strike me if hey got people who owed them favours to harm you themselves so they can swoop in and proceed to ( pretend to ) beat the shit out of them, taking them out.

Which only works for a couple weeks until you see the same guys that attacked you, hanging around the area with them. Maybe they should give them disguises next time because it'll start getting to you eventually.

You bet your ass your getting punished badly when your " home " with them. Don't except to be left alone ever again. Like ever. Not even the bathroom, you lost those privileges according to them

The worse part though about tracking you down is no matter how much you escape, no matter how high you climb or how low you dig, No matter how far you travel or even if you try hiding in plain sight. They won't rest until they find you and are hellbent on making you theirs. This is just an inconvenience is what they tell each other

They will not stop hunting you for any reason. Not even if the other were to die, might even make them worse since then you're the only thing they have left.

[gokinjeespot]

off the rack #1276

Monday, August 26, 2019

 Sorry for the lateness. I went fishing this morning with my buddy David and he brought his fly rod that he got recently. He's a novice but he caught two sunfish using it. That made me very happy as they were the first fish that he caught that way. Penny and I went to see a matinee at our local theatre earlier and I had to have words with a teenager who talked and then took out his phone during the screening. The second time he turned on his phone after I had asked him to put it away the first time he showed me no respect so I went and got a staff member to deal with him. By the time we got back to the theatre he had left with his friend but he still abused me verbally while standing at the exit doors. The kid couldn't have been more than 13. The language and disrespect was what upset me the most. I suspected they snuck into the theatre and the fact that they left before staff could deal with him confirmed my suspicions. I didn't care that they snuck in. If this kid had just sat and watched the movie I would not have had a problem with him. I must be an asshole magnet because the kid and his friend were the only other people in the theatre and they sat close to us.

 I picked up a copy of Marvel's "Heralds" trade paperback while working at the store last week and while reading the credits I see that it was lettered by Virtual Calligraphy's Clayton Cowles. So that's what the "VC's" stands for.

 Batman #77 - Tom King (writer) Mikel Janin & Tony S. Daniel (pencils) Mikel Janin, Norm Rapmund & Tony S. Daniel (inks) Jordie Bellaire & Tomeu Morey (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). A death in the family and this issue is in super high demand because of it. Damian tries to fight Thomas Wayne/Batman while Bruce is recovering under Selina's care. The prospect of the Bat Family gathering has me all excited.

 Daredevil #10 - Chip Zdarsky (writer) Jorge Fornes (art) Jordie Bellaire (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). We get a glimpse of real Daredevil action when Detective North is threatened by corrupt cops in his own precinct while Matt is there. Matt gets a visit from an ex that had me chuckling on the last page.

 Fearless #2 - This is an excellent anthology for young readers, particularly young female readers.

 "Campfire Song" part 2 by Seanan McGuire (writer), Claire Roe (art), Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) & Cardinal Rae (letters) sends Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel to the leadership camp where Captain Marvel, Storm and Susan Storm/the Invisible Woman are going to give keynote speeches. Something nefarious may be afoot.

 I liked "Night Nurse: A Cape of Her Own" by Karla Pacheco (writer), Iolanda Zanfardino (art) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) & Cardinal Rae (letters). It's always a treat to see Night Nurse mending super powered people.

 To help get over the end of X-23's book Eve L. Ewing (writer), Alitha Martinez (art), Rosenberg (colours) & Cardinal Rae (letters) show us what Laura and Gabby are up to now.

 Ghost-Spider #1 - Seanan McGuire (writer) Takeshi Miyazawa (art) Ian Herring (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). So Spider-Gwen is now Ghost-Spider. She has dual dimensionship between Earth-65 and Earth-616. In her own dimension of Earth-65 everyone knows that she's Ghost-Spider but in Earth-616 where her secret identity is safe, she's just Gwen Stacy, freshman at Empire State University. Peter Parker helps to get her enrolled and now she can go back and forth taking classes and fighting crime. This is a good place to start if you're looking for another female super hero to follow but there wasn't anything really special in here to make me add this title to my every burgeoning pile of comics books that I want to read.

 Strayed #1 - Carlos Giffoni (writer) Juan Doe (art) Matt Krotzer (letters). In this new Dark Horse science-fiction book military scientist Kiara Rodriguez invents a device that allows her to talk to her cat Lou. The cat is special because it can astrally travel through space. Kiara's superiors are using her cat to conquer other planets and exploit their resources. They're the bad mans. This sounds familiar to me with Kiara's race being like Galactus and Lou like the Silver Surfer. I'm not much of a cat person so I'll pass on the rest of this story.

 Guardians of the Galaxy #8 - Donny Cates (writer) Cory Smith (art) David Curiel (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Rocket's back and we even get a mini origin story for the little furball. This issue also reveals what the Universal Church of Truth's very bad plans are. I loved seeing the cocoon. With the impending battle with Death, I'm wondering if Thanos is going to show up. This would be a cool way to bring the Mad Titan back.

 The Avant-Guards #7 - Carly Usdin (writer) Noah Hayes (art) Eleonora Bruni (colours) Ed Dukeshire (letters). The one and only basketball based comic book on the racks and it's a three points shot at the buzzer to win the game. I love the message about team work in this issue.

 Powers of X #3 - Jonathan Hickman (writer) R.B. Silva (art) Marte Gracia (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). This issue clears things up for me. Nimrod is the big bad guy and Apocalypse is a good guy in this story. I'm so glad they took last issue to explain Moira's character and her mutant ability because she's crucial to everything going on. If you're not reading this and House of X, you're missing out on a major event in Marvel Mutant History.

 Marvel Action Spider-Man #7 - Delilah S. Dawson (writer) Fico Ossio (art) Ronda Pattison (colours) Shawn Lee (letters). Introducing Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat. Her bad luck powers have Peter, Gwen and Miles all tangled up. They're going to have to learn to work together to keep her from stealing again.

 The Superior Spider-Man #10 - Christos Gage (writer) Mike Hawthorne (pencils) Wade von Grawbadger (inks) Jordie Bellaire (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Man, Spidergeddon sure did cast a wide net. So the super villain for this story is revealed to be the Norman Osborn of Earth-44145. He wants revenge for being humiliated by the Superior Spider-Man during the debacle with the Inheritors. But first Norman is going to kill everybody that Otto cares about. It's a tried and true basis for many a comic book story but it still works great.

 Superman Year One #2 - Frank Miller (writer) John Romita Jr. (pencils) Danny Miki (inks) Alex Sinclair (colours) John Workman (letters). Okay, so Clark trains to be a Navy Seal so that Frank Miller can set it up for him to meet and fall in love with Lori Lemaris and clash with her father Poseidon. It was a slog for me to read through this issue. I think Miller was trying for something epic like The Odyssey by Homer. I found that Clark's time in the navy was contrived, which soured my enjoyment.

 Valkyrie #2 - Jason Aaron & Al Ewing (writers) Cafu (art) Jesus Aburtov (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). Why is it that the death in Batman #77 is bigger than the death in this comic book? Bullseye somehow got his hands on Valkyrie's sword Dragonfang and Jane Foster has to take it away from the killer or else a heck of a lot of innocent lives will be forfeit. The last line of this issue made me groan.

 Year of the Villain: Sinestro #1 - Mark Russell (writer) Yildiray Cinar (art) Julio Ferreira (inks pages 21 - 26) Hi-Fi (colours) Steve Wands (letters). A solo story of Sinestro doing Lex Luthor's bidding. This story uses sentient nanobots which to me was a silly concept. I thought they did a good job showing how smart and arrogant Sinestro is but unless you're a Green Lantern fan you don't need to read this.

 Year of the Villain: Black Mask #1 - Tom Taylor (writer) Cully Hamner (art) Dave Stewart (colours) Wes Abbott (letters). This is a good origin story and sets up the villain for what's coming next. These Year of the Villain one shots are a good way for new fans to learn about these characters which should give them a better understanding of their involvement in the big picture.