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kittsch · 1 year ago

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ranking cod boys' intimacy style from gentle to rough feat: 141 + los vaqueros + others reader: afab, implied different readers for each cw: explicit smut, kink, fluff, pretty tame imo but lmk if you'd like something tagged NSFW BELOW CUT * MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

1.) the gentlest, surprisingly, is ghost. make no mistake, he'll absolutely fuck the daylights out of you if you ask him to -- would enjoy it, too. but as simon riley... honestly, this man is touch-starved and nearing forty. he is tired, baby. coming home from deployment, first thing simon does is shower (knows you hate the smell of war on him), then take a fat nap with you. if you're in the middle of something, no you're not. he'll literally scoop you up and fireman-carry you to the couch or bed, whichever is closest. simon loves holding you, wants to be touching you all. the. time. his favorite way to nap is wrapped around you like a fitted sheet; skin on skin, nose in your hair as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. loves it even more when, later, he gets to wake you with soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck; the flat of his palm sliding down the gentle swell of your tummy, cuping you through your sleep shorts. simon likes you best like this. how you just... melt into him, still sleep-sodden and docile. it's one of the few things that feels right in his life. chemically, cosmically, karmically (somehow--simon doesn't think he'll ever feel like he earned this. you. that he'll ever really deserve to be yours). he takes his time; fucks you slow with his fingers, savoring your muted whimpers as he grinds into your clit with the heel of his hand. to simon, watching you come apart in the firm circle of his arms is kin to a fresco on a ceiling; a sliver of the divine, and he, a sinner, doomed to watch heaven from afar. but by some small miracle, you offer him salvation. when you cum, it's with his name on your lips, so round and lush with love, and fuck--if that isn't the thing to save him, then nothing will.

2.) second is rudy. sweet, sweet boy. he sees you barefoot in a sundress one time. one. that's all it takes to precipitously shift the trajectory of his life to one where he wifes you up and makes you a mother, in that order. you're the first person he's ever envisioned having children with -- the only one he thinks knows will be worth risking everything for. and once that mental picture settles in his mind, it’s all he can think of. it becomes his sole mission to get you under him and fill you with him til it takes. rudy is a missionary guy through and through--wants to see that pretty face, cariño so he can watch your cheeks and chest flush when you're about to cum. and the cute way your lashes flutter ("como alles de pollila, mi amor. fuck--") as he bottoms out in your sweet pussy, stretching you so good. and you're always so good for him -- wrapping your legs around his waist and tilting your hips to take him deeper, deeper. but god help you when he succeeds in knocking you up, you’re never getting a moment alone. consider rudy glued to your side for the foreseeable future. can’t seem to keep his goddamn hands to himself, either. doesn't matter that you’re uncomfortable and prickly and prone to random bouts of inconsolable crying at the worst moments. he takes it all in stride. his love is steady, solid. once, you blurt out something to the effect of i'm never going to be attractive again, my body is gonna be ruined by the end of this. and rudy (after a beat) laughs. pulls you forward til your face is buried in his chest, cradles you there when you try to squirm away. tells you he's literally so attracted to you right now he feels like he should be on some sort of list. he's watching you build a new human being inside your body. you're fucking powerful. he can't imagine anything sexier.

3.) next up is könig. from jump, he adores you; the way you smolder at the edges, the unwavering bite of your tone. kleine katze, such pretty claws you have... and he's perfectly content to settle for admiring you from afar; but where others shy from him instinctually, finding his size and perpetual quiet off-putting, you don't. seem to gravitate towards him because of it. you touch him with a gentleness that should feel foreign, but actually feels like home. this man is fucking gone for you. loves you in a way that irreparably and fundamentally changes him. may or may not have cum more than once to the thought of you: hips bucking desperately into the clench of his own fist. but he knows precisely nichts about romance, even less about flirting. has no idea you've been trying to get his attention for months. ultimately, you have to make the first move. and you do--crawling into his lap one night in a grimy off-grid safehouse after a mission went the wrong kind of sideways. when you draw up the mask he goes rigid, tense; but he almost lost you today. (thought for one endless, horrific moment that he had.) so he lets you pull back the mask--lets you see his face. and when you finally kiss him, it pulls a kind of sound out of him the likes of which he's never made before. a desperate, animal keen that claws at the walls of his chest. and könig's a gentle giant, but he is giant. you're both too hasty the first time; too desperate for closeness to prep properly, so it hurts when he bullies his cock inside you. he's significantly bigger than any of your previous partners -- twice as thick and several inches longer -- and by all rights shouldn't fucking fit inside you, but you're both tenacious enough to make it work. könig is certain salvation resides in the gummy clutch of your cunt when you take him to the hilt; shuddering as you cum around him from nothing but the way his cock stuffs you full and the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit. it's so unbelievably hot, he cums on the spot; not needing friction or movement when he has you clenching down on him like that, scheiße. after, he takes care of you--holds you close to his chest til your breath evens out and you slip into the dreamless, black pool of sleeping.

4.) alejandro, my love. truly a man of passion. it's a long process seducing you, and he enjoys every minute of it. loves finding new ways to get you to blush almost as much as he enjoys fucking you til you're blubbering and cock-stupid. almost. he likes the idea of having a family with you, but is less pernicious about it than rudy. he knows how he feels about you; is confident it'll happen someday. that said, this man's breeding kink knows no bounds. the mating press was built for him; the perfect mix of intimacy and intensity, where he can look you in the eye as he ruts you so deep you can feel him in your fucking throat. also the most likely to suggest expanding your sexual horizons. frankly, alejandro is bisexual as fuck. loves the idea of you getting railed by another man (perhaps rudy, winkwonk) while he watches; loves the idea of you taking the both of them at once even more, but it's always about you. your comfort and pleasure is paramount, and he'll go to unfathomable lengths to make sure your needs are met. happy wife, happy life, he says, hauling you into a deep kiss when you point out that you're not technically married, yet.

5.) alex is the perfect equilibrium of rough and gentle. initially respects you as a colleague, maybe a friendly acquaintance. internally, he finds your competence and no bullshit attitude deeply attractive, but he's a consummate professional; would never put you into a position where you'd feel unsafe (outside of the obvious dangerous shit you already do). and then--he sees you shoot a gun. the way your body slides liquid-smooth into weaver, the easy roll back into isosceles in the recoil... it gets him so fucking hard so fucking quick. he has to physically remove himself from the range and rub one out in a bathroom stall, images of those firm hands pumping his weeping cock pulling him over the edge. images that don't fade, to his chagrin, even after the initial arousal is dealt with. every time he sees you, it just... pops back up, so to speak. he keeps it locked down as best he can, but fails pretty comprehensively at doing so. alex finally breaks after catching one too many recruits staring after you when you walk away (fuckin' animals--only he's allowed to do that). he seeks you out when you're both off the clock and ends up fucking you on top of one of the washing machines in the base's communal laundry room. the epitome of soft dom, comes pre-programmed with an obligatory daddy kink that you absolutely abuse to get your way. takes you out to nice restaurants seemingly for the express purpose of fucking you in the fancy-schmanzy bathroom. honest-to-god almost passes out when you choke on his cock for the first time; begs like his life is on the line for you to do it again, please, please--oh, fuck baby, yes. that experience reveals two truths to him: one, that he might be a switch, and two, that he might just have to marry you.

6.) now, keegan is a pretty tough nut to crack. it's hard to read him initially, even without the mask--but once you pick up on his tells, he's an open book. and that book wants you upended on the couch within seconds of you both entering the room. initially its just sex; a shared need to vent some frustration and stress. keegan is very private, mostly due to social discomfort and introverted tendencies. in the early days of your relationship, it manifests as him keeping you at a distance. for the first few months, he only ever kisses you when he's balls deep, and leaves after a five-minute come down. you rectify this through sheer persistence and charm. it's clear to you (far sooner than it is to him) that he's weakest to you when you give him big, sweet doe eyes and ask real pretty. this little trick works particularly well when you're riding him slow over the course of an hour, grinding down each time he bottoms out, til he's shuddering and begging you to please go faster--ah. f-fuckin' hell, kid, you're so tight, so good, fuck. when he cums, it's with a crackling whine of your name that pulls the knot of heat in your belly, sending you over after him. then, exhausted and fucked out, he falls asleep with you in his arms. he's still there the next morning when you wake, expression open and lax as he watches you wake. it's the first time you see keegan without reservations, when you realize he's got a gentleness to him--a kind of poet's sensitivity meant for libraries, museum archives, and the kinder side of nature. all overwritten by force to survive, to complete his mission. once you've seen the cracks in his mask, there's no going back for either of you. very quickly, your relationship shifts from distant and transactional to deeply personal; a tenderness blooming in the same garden as the newfound dedication to one another. keegan doesn't say I love you for a long time, but you know he does--you feel it in the way his dark eyes find you in a crowd, always seeking your familiar shape. you feel it in the way he presses your bodies flush from tip to tail while he's fucking you, when being inside of you isn't close enough. you feel it when he, for the very first time, asks you quietly if you'll stay the night with him, because he sleeps easier when you're there. so you stay--the night, and all those that follow.

7.) oh, gaz. such a mischievous little shit. your friend from your training days, you two scrap like puppies over anything and everything. banter is the cornerstone of your relationship, one-upping being a close second. you delight and infuriate one another in equal measure, bickering amongst yourselves til one of you takes a swing at the other. price has reprimanded you both multiple times for horsing around, but you're never in any real danger--you work too well together. there's a kind of shared consciousness between you; a base-level understanding, two wolves hunting in tandem. still, ghost refuses to let either of you sit together on the heli; not since that one time your game of grabass devolved into full-on grappling on the tarmac. ultimately, one of your little tiffs goes too far; ends with you both laid out on a training mat, groaning into each other's mouth as you grind your hips together through your clothes. you both pretend it didn't happen for maybe a week--then it happens again. and again. and again. being 'together' is never something you actually discuss with kyle. it just... happens. much to the chagrin of your lt and captain, the bickering actually increases when you two get together; becomes more like foreplay you can get away with doing in front of your superiors. and if this man isn't an absolute goddamn menace when it comes to exhibitionism. when he wants you, doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a meeting. fuck it--it's happening, and it's happening now. very playful in and out of the bedroom, likes teasing you in every sense of the word. he edges you so long sometimes you nearly kick him in the head when he finally lets you cum. there's my girl--oh shi--ah, haah, good fuckin' girl. he's largely aloof when it comes to his emotions--not the best at verbalizing how he's feeling or what he needs. so instead, he shows you. he shows up every. single. time. kyle's your friend before he's your lover; your partner in (war) crime(s). he's always got your six, you've always got his, and what is love if not someone who'd die (and live) for you?

8.) soap proudly describes himself as a pleasure dom, which is mostly true. but he's got serious switch potential. which you know for a fact because fuckin' hell, does that boy whimper somethin' pretty when you throat him juuuuust right. he's such a 'tits' man, it's crazy. loves to hold you close, feel your breasts smashed against his chest while he drives deep into the tight clutch of your cunt. but most of all, soap loves being on his knees for you. this man definitely moans while he eats you out, tonguing your pussy like it's a mouth. he feels big in every sense of the word--in sex, in love, in anger. and make no mistake, he loves you deeply. you two have some serious yelling matches, storm about slamming doors til the neighbors threaten to call the feds, but it's just your way. you're both headstrong and stupid; arguments are bound to happen, and any unresolved hurt feelings get a solid patch-job from the frankly earth shattering makeup sex that follows. like rudy, soap wants a big family with you, and he knew early. actually doesn't tell you just how early til years down the line. how after your first official date, he called his ma and asked if she'd send his nan's ring, please? because he's pretty sure he just met his future wife. said ring which glitters on your hand now, as you reach over and flick his forehead teasingly. tell him he can stop trying to romance you, you're already married. and could he grab more diapers on his way home from work?

9.) as are all things with graves, your sexual relationship is about power. he's an asshole in the worst way--condescending, smug, underhanded, sneaky in his sexism so you always look like some hysterical woman when you retaliate. the kicker? it turns you on as much as it pisses you off. he's happy to string you along, work you into a lather just to leave you high and dry. lord help you once he gets a taste of you--bending you over his desk and cramming you full of his cock with precisely zero prep. he kisses you, loves you, fucks you like he hates you. because he kind of does--he just wants you more. graves loves it when you cry, wipes your tears with his thumb before forcing it into your mouth. coos when you offer your neck up to him--yeah? want my hands on ya that bad, sugar? gonna be a good girl for me, hm? fuck yeah you are--and proceeds to make you cum so hard you black out. your 'relationship' (which it is; ring on your finger a year in, a little one on your hip not long after) is intense. toxic. would be just downright miserable if it wasn't so fucking hot. you cling to each other with gouging force; a livid-blue kind of love, painful and permanent. he carries a picture of you in his wallet: a small polaroid of you in your wedding dress, ashing a cigarette with one hand while the other flips the cameraman (him) the bird.

10.) and the roughest of them all: price wants more than to love or fuck you -- he wants to possess you. he's so tightly controlled everywhere else in his life (has to be for his work), doesn't seem the type to lose his head over a bird. but when he meets you, something shifts. you're soft. impossibly good. flippant and stubborn as a mule, sure -- you drive him up the fuckin' wall with your headstrong antics. (so goddamn petulant. so sure you're fuckin' right.) but war and death hasn't stained your world, left your indomitable spirit unsullied and intact. which, unfortunately, means you haven't gotten a thorough education on the importance of discipline. price wants to consume your disobedience; crack your rose-tinted glasses under his heel, roll the ambrosia of you in his cupped tongue. he'll do more than make you fall in line -- he'll make you want to do it. it's really just a matter of time before he acts on it. when he does, it's decisive. unsubtle. he crowds you up against the door of your flat on a sticky summer night, brandy on your breath. sinks a hand into your hair, holds you steady as he brings your mouths together with bruising intensity. he fucks you before he ever makes love to you; sinks his teeth into the velvet of your shoulder as he crushes you flat to the tabletop using just his bodyweight. snarls low when you keen wordlessly, overwhelmed and empty-headed at the deep burn-sting of his cock stretching your pretty little cunt, the lewd slap of his thighs against your ass. he batters you til you're not sure what's sweat and what's tears; til your skin bears a mural to his cacoethes, all blue and purple like a deep west sunrise. til there's not a person alive who won't be able to see you're his. always have been, always will, right dove? go on--tell him. tell him who this pussy belongs to.

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midnightshindig · 3 months ago

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Masterlist!

wow uh oh my god this took all day, this will be updated.... maybe? anyways k thanks baiiiii

Allen

Allen X Reader NSFW Hcs

Allen NSFW Alphabet

Allen x Human!Reader

Allen X Girly!fem!reader

Atom Eve

Mark & Eve X Reader: Learning French

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Bulletproof

Rex Splode X Bulletproof hcs

Cecil Stedman

Cecil X Retired Superhero! Reader

SFW and NSFW Cecil X fem!Reader HCs

superhero!Cecil hcs!

Annoyed!Cecil x Annoying!Reader (enemies to lovers adj)

Cecil & Prodigy!Child!Reader

Mark & Cecil's Child!Reader Angst

Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader

NSFW ALPHABET Cecil Stedman

Cecil X reader from another dimension

Cecil & Villain!Child!Reader

Cecil x Housewife!Reader

Young!Cecil x Reader

Worried!Cecil X Reckless!Reader

Cecil & Delinquent!Child!Reader

Cecil X Wife!Reader: Showering Together

Cecil x Male!Reader

Cecil x Superhero!F!Reader

Cecil x Assistant!Reader

Cecil x OgGotG!Reader

Cecil & family!Reader hcs

Cecil and Rex (seperately) X Viltrumite!Reader

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Cecil X FTM!Reader

Reckless!Cecil X Reader

Cecil X Angel!Reader

Donald being a wingman for Cecil x reader

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Conquest

Conquest NSFW Alphabet

Debbie

Debbie x Fem!Reader

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Donald

Donald NSFW Alphabet

Donald X Reader hcs (sfw and nsfw)

Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Dupli-Kate

The Immortal X Kate NSFW drabble

King Lizard

King Lizard X Reader

King Lizard X Queen Lizard!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Mark Grayson

Mark & Cecil's Child!Reader Angst

Mark & Eve X Reader: Learning French

Mark & Bestie!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Mark Grayson X Cosplayer!Reader

Mark x Coquette!Reader

Mark & Sibling!Reader

Mark x Reader who got blood drawn

Mark x Reader: Failing a test

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Mauler Twins

Mauler Twins x Silly!Reader (sfw and nsfw hcs)

Monster Girl

Monster Girl, Robot & Child!Superhero!Reader!! (platonic)

Multi-Paul

MultiPaul x Reader

Multi Paul x Reader!

Multi-Paul x Fem!Reader who can copy powers

Oliver Grayson

Oliver & Viltrumite!Reader

Omni Man

Nolan & Magical Girl! Reader

Rex Splode

ex!Rex X M!Reader

Rex x Transmasc!Reader

Rex X Cecil’s Daughter!Reader

Rex Splode x Poison Ivy! Reader

Rex Splode X Gn! Reader: Moving in together

Rex Splode X Gn!Reader

Rex X FTM!reader: Pegging

Rex x Gn!Reader: Karaoke

Rex X Reader (who is besties w/ Mark)

Rex Splode NSFW Alphabet

Cecil and Rex (seperately) X Viltrumite!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Rex Splode x Reader: First Kiss

Rex x Reader: Meeting the Parents

Rex Splode X Bulletproof hcs

Rex x Reader Hospital Smut

Rex x Reader: meeting the siblings

Rex X Oblivious!Reader

Rex Splode X F!Reader "You're losing blood" "Nuh uh"

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Robot/Rudy

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Shapesmith

Shapesmith NSFW alphabet

Shapesmith X Reader (feat: Wingman Rex)

Shapesmith X GotG!Gn!Reader

Shrinking Rae

Shrinking Rae X Reader

The Immortal

Immortal x Viltrumite!Reader

The Immortal x F!Reader hcs

The Immortal X Kate NSFW drabble

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

William Clockwell

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yassbishimvintage · 9 days ago

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Welcome to Chicago (3)

Sinners Masterlist

Stack moved like a man on fire.

He didn’t tell Smoke. Didn’t wait for backup. Didn’t even put on his coat.

All he had was that note, the lipstick print, and one name burning in his head like a bullet lodged between his ribs.

Annalise.

She hadn’t been at the club. Not at her usual corner table. Not backstage. Not even at the powder room where she liked to smoke and watch people through the mirror.

Stack hit every spot he knew—her boarding house, the speakeasy on Halsted, even the little bakery off 35th where she used to flirt with the old Italian man for extra sugar in her coffee. Nothing.

Finally, he found her.

Or rather, she found him.

He turned the corner onto Lake Street—and there she was, leaning against a lamppost like she’d been waiting all along. Shadows crawling up her legs. Moonlight in her eyes. Coat pulled tight against the wind, but her mouth was bare, unreadable.

Stack froze.

Annalise didn’t blink. “You came quicker than I thought.”

He stepped forward, voice low. Rough. “You know why I’m here.”

“I have a guess,” she said, calm. “Rudy.”

“You knew, didn’t you?”

Her mouth didn’t move, but her eyes... God, her eyes ached. “I knew someone would come after you eventually. I didn’t know when. I didn’t know Rudy would bleed for it.”

He took another step. “Don’t play coy with me, ‘Lise. Someone slipped a note under my door. No name. Just four words.” He pulled it from his pocket. Shoved it toward her. “She’s not what she seems. That lipstick look familiar?”

She glanced at it. No shock. No denial. Just a quiet, exhausted nod.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s mine.”

That knocked the breath out of him. “So you sent it?”

“No.” Her voice dropped. “I didn’t get the chance.”

Stack’s heart kicked against his ribs. “What the hell does that mean?”

Annalise looked around, eyes scanning the street like shadows might have ears. Then she stepped in close—closer than she ever had before. She gripped his lapel, voice no louder than a whisper.

“You’re in deeper than you think, Stack. Rudy was just the start. There’s another crew—one Dom doesn’t control. Out-of-towners. Mean. Organized. They don’t like that Dom let you in. They think you’re soft. That you’re... distracted.”

Stack stared at her. “Distracted by what?”

She didn’t blink. “By me.”

Silence dropped like a hammer between them.

Then she added, bitter and soft, “And maybe they’re right.”

Stack’s hands curled into fists. “Who are they? Names.”

“I don’t know yet,” she said. “But I will. I’ve been playin’ two sides too long not to see how this ends. And I ain’t gonna let it end with you in a box.”

Stack’s voice cracked. “So what now?”

Annalise leaned in and kissed him—not soft. Not sweet. But like a goodbye she didn’t want to say out loud.

Then she whispered, “You find Smoke. Tell him to lock the doors. And whatever you do—don’t trust anybody new that walks into your circle.”

Stack tried to hold onto her arm, but she slipped away like steam off a bullet casing.

Disappeared into the night.

And Stack was left standing there—note in hand, heart in pieces, and war crawling closer with every second.

Annalise sat on the edge of a dusty chaise in the back of a shuttered tailor shop. Her coat hung off one shoulder, curls a little looser now, one stocking run up the thigh like she hadn’t had time to fix it. She looked at Stack with eyes that had seen too much in the past twenty-four hours.

Her voice was low, clipped, and tired.

“It’s an Irish gang.”

Stack stopped pacing.

She looked him dead in the face. “If you two were smart… you’d send your brother as the mouthpiece. Not you.”

Stack’s jaw tightened. “You sayin’ I can’t handle it?”

“I’m sayin’ you’re a match in a powder house, Stack,” she snapped, already feeling the ache settle in her ribs from the pressure she was under. “The Irish don’t like loud. They don’t like charm. They like order. And your brother?” Her voice dropped. “He makes sense to men who like guns over smiles.”

Stack didn’t answer right away.

He looked at her—not the lips, not the legs, not even the way her chest rose and fell like she was holding something in.

He looked through her. And for the first time, he saw it.

She was scared.

Not just for herself. Not just for him. But for something bigger—something she couldn’t name out loud because if she did, it might just swallow them both.

“Why now?” he asked. “Why tell me this now?”

Annalise stared at the floor, then up at him. “Because the Irish don’t make threats twice. They gave the signal already. Rudy was it.” She shifted slightly, wincing. “Next one won’t be a warning.”

He stepped forward. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” she lied.

He reached for her elbow, gentle. She flinched.

His fingers found the truth. A bruise beneath her sleeve, already blooming deep purple.

Stack’s voice turned to gravel. “Who touched you?”

Annalise didn’t answer. Just looked away and said, “Get your brother. Before someone decides to finish what they started.”

Stack backed away, pulse racing. The fire in his chest wasn’t rage—it was war drums.

He turned for the door, but not before saying, low and sure:

“I ain’t gonna let them touch you again. I don’t care if they Irish, Russian, or ghosts. They lay a hand on you—they get buried.”

And then he was gone, out into the cold night, headed to find Smoke.

Because war had a name now. And it wore green behind the eyes.

The warehouse was quiet. Too quiet.

Smoke was at the far end, sleeves rolled, going over shipment ledgers like the numbers owed him respect. A single bulb hung overhead, swinging slow.

Stack came in fast, but not loud. That alone was enough to make Smoke lift his head.

“You look like you seen a ghost,” Smoke said.

Stack didn’t answer right away. He just shut the door behind him and leaned against it like something outside might follow.

Smoke’s eyes narrowed. “Spill.”

Stack exhaled. “It’s an Irish crew.”

That got Smoke to his feet. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Annalise.”

Smoke’s mouth tightened. “Of course it’s her.”

“She’s not lying.”

“And she’s not clean either,” Smoke shot back. “She walks like a siren, Stack. You follow her too far, you drown.”

Stack moved closer. “I know. But she’s hurt. They roughed her up. That note? That warning? She tried to protect us, best she could.”

Smoke stepped forward, nose to nose now. “And you’re just tellin’ me now? After Rudy? After you went ghost for a day and a half? You went to her first?”

Stack clenched his jaw. “Because I had to know. And now I do.”

Smoke stared at him. “And now you dragged us deeper into it.”

Stack’s voice was low, hard. “They’re planning more. She said if we want a chance, you’re the one who should talk to them. Not me.”

Silence stretched between them.

Then Smoke nodded once. “She’s right.”

Stack blinked. “You serious?”

“I ain’t got the pretty face, but I’ve got the right words. They want structure. Discipline. You walk in there all smiles, they’ll shoot you before dessert.”

Stack swallowed that hard truth.

Smoke turned to the table, rolled up the map of their corner. “Set the meet. One of their spots. Neutral ground, if they believe in it.”

Stack nodded, hesitated at the door. “Smoke?”

Smoke looked up.

Stack’s voice dropped. “I should’ve told you sooner.”

Smoke gave him a look—cold, not cruel. “Yeah. You should’ve.”

Then he went back to the map. “But you didn’t. So now we fix it.”

Smoke slammed the papers off the table. The sound cracked through the warehouse like a gunshot.

“I told you to leave that fucking girl alone.”

Stack didn’t flinch. But his jaw tightened like it was wired shut.

“Don’t say it.”

Smoke stepped forward, finger pointed, voice rising. “Just like that girl Mary back home! Don’t let pussy fuck you up again, Stack!”

Stack moved so fast it was a blur—hand slamming into the wall beside Smoke’s head, breath hot and sharp between his teeth.

“That’s not the same.”

Smoke stared him down. “Isn’t it? You sure?”

“She’s not Mary.”

“No,” Smoke snapped, eyes burning. “She’s worse. Mary didn’t lie. She just loved you sloppy. Annalise? She’s got game in her blood. You don’t know where her loyalty lands when the bullets start flying.”

Stack shoved off the wall and stepped back, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t need the lecture, Smoke. I made my call.”

“And I’m the one who has to clean it up,” Smoke growled. “Again.”

The silence was thick enough to choke on.

Then Stack turned, voice softer. Almost broken. “They hurt her.”

That gave Smoke pause.

“She came to warn us,” Stack said. “Took the hits so we wouldn’t take the bullets.”

Smoke sighed, running a hand down the back of his neck. “You think that’s loyalty? Or guilt?”

“I don’t know,” Stack admitted. “But she didn’t have to say anything. She could’ve let us walk blind. And she didn’t.”

Smoke looked at his brother—really looked. Saw the fire under the charm, the fear under the pride. And something else.

Hope.

“Alright,” Smoke said finally, voice like gravel. “We handle the meet. I’ll talk. You stay sharp.”

Stack nodded.

“And Stack…” Smoke added, almost an afterthought, but not really. “Don’t let this girl be your Mary. Not again. Don’t let her be the hole you bury yourself in.”

Stack’s reply was quiet, almost a whisper.

“She ain’t the hole. She’s the rope.”

Smoke lit a match off the rough edge of the wall, touched it to the end of his cigarette, and inhaled slow. The flame flickered, caught, and died—but his eyes stayed sharp.

“We need to find this kid. And fast.”

Stack looked up from the note again, still crumpled in his hand. “The runner?”

Smoke nodded. “He’s the only link we got. The one who saw what happened at Rudy’s. The one who came to you.”

Stack frowned. “He was young. Barely outta school. Ain’t even sure he gave me a real name.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Smoke said, flicking ash to the floor. “Somebody sent him. Might’ve been trying to help—or trying to bait us. Either way, he’s talkin’ to somebody. And that somebody knows too much.”

Stack grabbed his coat. “You think they got to him?”

Smoke’s face was carved in stone. “If they’re smart, they grabbed him right after he came to you. If they’re messy…” He didn’t finish.

Stack already knew.

“If he’s still alive, he’s scared. He’ll run. And scared people make noise. We just gotta listen.”

Smoke stepped over to the desk, pulled out a folded map of their old corners. “He’s from Bronzeville. Ran numbers for Rudy on Saturdays. Hit that block first. Hit every alley, every church, every back porch from 35th to 47th.”

Stack was already at the door. “And if he’s not there?”

Smoke looked at him, eyes cold.

“Then we check the river.”

Smoke snatched the map off the desk and shoved it into his coat. “We’ll check there. And find your hussy while we’re at it.”

Stack froze mid-step, the insult slicing deep.

“Don’t call her that,” he muttered.

Smoke shot him a look. “Why? ‘Cause it stings? ‘Cause deep down you know I’m right?”

Stack stepped in, eyes narrowed. “She’s more than that.”

“To you,” Smoke snapped. “But to them? She’s leverage. Soft spot. And I don’t trust any piece on the board that don’t show which side it plays for.”

Stack stared him down. “You gonna keep talkin’ or you gonna help me find the kid?”

Smoke shook his head with a bitter grin. “You don’t get it. I am helpin’ you. You’re the one dragging feelings into a blood game.”

He turned and yanked the door open, the night air rushing in.

“Let’s go,” Smoke muttered. “Before this whole goddamn city goes up in flames.”

Stack followed, silent, fists clenched. Because whatever Annalise was—or wasn’t—he knew one thing:

He wasn’t letting her face this alone.

Not again.

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madsclinett · 4 months ago

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@pankowtt

#vis #feat. rudy

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madsclinett · 6 months ago

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@jachasestokes @pankowtt

#vis #feat. chase #feat. rudy #[[ill always love this pic 😭 happier times 😭]]

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abbeyctt · 9 months ago

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abbeycowen: proud of this guy. fuck Leo dicap 😋

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#[ig]#vis #feat. rudy

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abbeyctt · 3 months ago

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abbeycowen commented: thanks for remembering, bestie 🥹 but ps! try not to compare yourself to them bc that could end up very ANT-I-CLIMATIC for you 🤣 get it? yw, i'll be here all year 🤗

rudeth: happy birthday to my beautiful new roomie. hope you enjoy my company as much as the ants. love you baby

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#[ig]#vis #feat. rudy #[[alexa play that sound from charlie sheen where he says oops winning #cuz thats how she feel w this comment gb😂]]#[[my favorite part is how blonde she is in this pic btw 😂]]

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bekkomi · 3 months ago

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To Live ; To End

With every generation being born, Dead Magic spreads farther and deeper into the cracks of Rena's population . The renowned title of Epiteph, achieved by those at the height of magical strength and knowledge, becomes more myth than reality. Elzbeth "Ely" N. Locke has the title in her sights, despite the affliction. With her brother Rudi of Night Howl and the friends made along the way, they set out in search of a feat worthy of the title Epiteph.

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sevs-corner · 7 months ago

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Quick one-shots of [ Tf 141: Mafia AU! ]

Soft moments with them/ Them doing the little things for you </3

Masterlist here!✨

And a song to vibe to while reading it~

Gaz will always be the first to greet you good morning!

When he gets his breakfast and sees you trudging along behind the counter, still yawning and not fully booted up

You can count on him to send a smile your way and give you that chirpy, “how’s my favorite sweetheart doin’?”

Ghost, who always accompanies Gaz, then proceeds to pat your head, before dragging you to a chair, sitting you down and fixing your hair for you

He knows that you care little for your appearance especially in the morning, so he takes up the role of fixin you right up

He uses to do it a lot for his own long hair era, so he knows a little something on untangling those freshly-woken-up curls and standing baby hairs

He lets you catch up on sleep as he works on your hair and Gaz eats his breakfast

He gently wakes you up though with a peck to the temple, and like routine, you wake up and give a sleepy smile (it makes his heart palpitate enough that he doesnt need any coffee)

Gaz does the same by intertwining your hands first before turning the back of your hand to him, pecking it then letting go

saying a quick, “have a g’day sweetheart!” before leaving with. Ghost nodding to you

From then on, you’re energized and ready to take on the day!

Sometimes, Graves would pass by a little late in the morning for a quick brunch, he would say as an excuse

But he knows that its usually the time where you’d pull out your freshly baked treats and he’d be the first to try ‘em

He knows you like this because it sets the tone for the next half of your day (because the one time he said it was just okay as he was in a hurry for a job— he found you moping at the cashier, too sad to move with even Nonna shouting at your ear.)

But of course he has to give you his classic wink and flying kiss before he leaves, knowing you get busy at the time so he tries not to get in your way as much

Your giggles are always worth the sight, so of course he’d do it everytime— no matter whoever he was with (his shadows fond him cringe actually-)

Alejandro and Rudy comes in for merienda usually, a quick coffee cup to-go and some light snack as a pick-me-up

And Alejandro always offers/ asks if you want something to the place they’ll go to

Theyre going to the mall, do you need anything? (They were going to check some bastard who ran on them) Well, they’ll have to make a pit stop now to a pastries shop to buy you some of those special macarons

Rudy on the other hand would try to be your limiter, your sense of sanity

He’s the one that forces you to stay home if you looked to sick to come into work when they pick you up in the morning or take you home from work in the evening

He’ll pull you close, chin on your head as he mumbles to take care of yourself more, that you should look out for yourself sometimes

Soap, who you often meet during dinner time, would always check in with you

Offering to do groceries or chores in your place while you take a break with Price (he’s done with dinner already- he scarfs down everything in 5mins tops)

Soap would also help serve during these times, seeing you slow down, or even sleep by Price if you got comfy enough

Or he would pick you up if you got stubborn and take you home early (after getting permission from Nonno and Nonna of course)

Price, he would take full opportunity to go full care taker mode

Placing you on his lap instead as he feeds you some food or let you sleep in his arms as he checks over some papers on his table, waiting for Soap to be done

You would squirm at first, but the combination of Price’s body heat and consistent tapping at your thigh made you snap out like a light quite too quickly

Making him chuckle and whisper sweet nothing in your ears, even if you were out cold (he hopes you would hear it one day)

He wakes you up by jumping you in his arms and you would be so disoriented every time, making his eyes crinkle at the cute expression you’d make when you just woke up- eyes still glossy and unfocused, nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned to a pout

Soap would coo and pull at your cheeks for extra measure, making you swat him but thank him in a yawn all the same

They bid farewell with Soap giving you a quick hug and a ruffle of the hair, whereas Price gives you eskimo kisses (you guys’ favorite thing to do)

Bonus!

Closing up, Horangi and Konig barely makes it in time and they feel bad for making you work overtime

But they’re so hungry— oh, nevermind, you already knew and had packed up some stuff for them already <3

Of course they repay you by storming in your apartment with you

With you letting them eat there while you go prep your stuff for tomorrow and finish some studies you didn’t get to do the other night

Horangi sees this and pulls you to his side immediately, arms around your shoulders so you wouldn’t be able to escape

Konig of course feels bad but knows you need to rest too, so he grabs a blanket and lays it on top of both of you

Grabbing some drinks (some beer for them and a hot drink for you) then sitting at your other side

Acting as both a body pillow, and an arm rest as you drape your arm over his but he ends up hooking it close to him when you reach for your laptop to study

They always make sure you sleep on time and fix up your apartment before they leave

Konig does tuck you in, softly tapping the edge and saying a soft goodnight

While Horangi pecks your forehead, whispering his own bids of good night and “we’ll be missing you” because they’ll be busy again for a couple of days

Those days and nights were always the ones that brought you to love them a little more than before </3

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