#reminds her of rudy

[evanture]

a little comic about my interpretation of dess in undertale. shes taking care of noelle on her own after rudy passed

Heres a little doodle of Sans deersitting Noelle.

[torieloftheruins]

noelle tea?

Like making a gingerbread house while sipping hot cocoa. Reminds her of simpler times.

[loveindefinitely]

༊*·˚ NEW JOBS AND DEATH THREATS — cod x reader

CRAVE YOU — call of duty x reader CHAPTER ONE

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + alejandro vargas + rodolfo 'rudy' parra + könig + keegan p. russ

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, prison au, serial killer au, reverse harem, therapist/patient, medical inaccuracies, graphic violence, depictions of murder, everyone's unhinged, poly tf141, minor ships, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, this is not medical advice!!

series masterlist. read on ao3.

Life was hard. That was a fact.

Bills and groceries didn’t pay for themselves. That was also a fact.

Adding these two factors together, the final product will be a high-risk job in one of the highest-risk places on Earth. That’s… not a fact.

And yet, here you are, standing at the visitor entrance of Las Almas Prison, sporting a disgruntled grimace and a new pair of black slacks that you’d splurged on. They, at least, made your ass look good, although that was truly the least of your worries.

No. Your current list of worries looked something like this;

Getting Murdered

Getting Attacked

Vomiting Within The First Five Minutes Of Your New Job?

…Yeah. Something like that.

The early morning sun is blinding where it sits, just off to the side of the giant concrete building that was the main offices and Visitor Centre. The fact that you were standing in front of what was only a small part of the overall prison grounds was… alarming.

You were well aware that this was the largest prison in your country, housing the most lethal and awful of criminals. Some you’d seen either on the news, or heard of in passing conversations.

This was the real deal. And, somehow, you’d managed to find yourself being hired to work here. You. Work with serial killers. The worst of the worst.

With the stress on your bank account, and the endless struggle that was trying to find a stable career in the current job market, you simply had no other choice but to accept the offer. It paid extremely well, had great benefits, and your safety was… fairly considered.

The amount of NDAs, liability clauses and agreements, however?

Not the best at calming your nerves, to say the least.

The biting chill of the winter wind has you wrapping your arms around yourself, leather bag slung over your shoulder as you finally step through the automatic sliding door.

You’re not surprised to find that the chill only deepens inside the concrete walls of the building, with no heaters or air conditioning from what you can see. There is, however, bright white overhead lights that do nothing except aid the throbbing in the side of your head – probably due to the restless sleep you’d had the night before, anticipation and anxiety warring inside of your thoughts.

There’s an office in front of you as you step in, with only a few decades-old couches to your right, in front of a dingy TV that’s turned off. Saving their budget for more important things, you suppose.

The walls are a pale, grimy yellow, with sparse photos hung about, framing newspaper articles that are surely from the last century, and black and white pictures of the prison’s opening.

It’s an unsettling place, that much you’ve already gathered.

You haven’t even actually been inside the prison, you remind yourself, your stomach churning where it now lays at your feet.

Without a second thought, you continue with hurried steps to the front desk, where scratched plastic encases the sole woman inside, sitting behind a monitor. There’s a circle of holes that allow for sound to pass through, but other than that, there’s no way of entering from this room. With a quick study of your surroundings, you see a steel door to the left of where the desk sits, with a small square window covered in iron bars.

…Jesus christ.

“Can I help you?” The woman drawls, sliding her glasses further up her nose. Her voice is nasally, and the words come out in a slow drawl as she looks you up and down, unimpressed.

You give her your best smile, although even you can tell that it’s an uneasy one. “Yes! This is my first day, I think I’m supposed to be meeting Kate Laswell?” You ask, nerves betraying your voice with unsteady breaths.

The woman snaps her gum.

You stand there.

She blows it again.

You continue to stand there.

Her gaze is bored and completely void of any thought, before she nods slowly. “Laswell… I’ll call her.”

Really, you couldn’t be more shocked if you tried. What the fuck was happening? How could one lack so much… professionalism?

“Hi, Kate. Yes, it’s Jenny. I have a new hire who apparently wants to see you…” Her voice remains that unbearably slow, sloth-like delivery, before her eyes unhurriedly meet yours again. “What’s your name…?”

You give it to her, tone only the slightest bit impatient as you roll back on the heels of your feet. You can only hope that your black boots are appropriate; you’d figured that they were safe, closed-toe and still somewhat professional.

Time would tell. Jenny was giving you the impression that they were more than acceptable, because at least they got you to do your job in a timely manner.

Jenny says a few more words to who can only pray is Laswell on the other end of the phone, before she places it back in its holder. 

“Laswell will be here any…” She pops her gum once more, and maybe, just maybe, you can understand the urge to murder. “Moment.”

You give her a tight, painful smile. “Thank you, Jenny.”

She doesn’t respond, and you decide to just stand back and wait. You certainly weren’t complaining – any more conversation with her would’ve ended with a severe lack of hair on your head.

A minute passes, before a buzz in the pocket of your slacks has your throat tightening. 

Pulling out your phone, your next exhale comes out shaky as you read the text.

Charlie: get milk otw home used it all

No ‘good luck’. No… ounce of care for you, or the absolute stress that comes with a new job, let alone one like this.

When you’d told him about the offer, all he’d said was, “It might make you worth something for a change.” Didn’t even question, not for a minute, the risks that came with a job like this. He simply couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“Doctor?” The sound of a door opening, and the kind, almost motherly tone of the voice has you shoving your phone into your pocket once more as you turn to the source of the sound.

It’s a woman, her hair pulled back into a slick bun, one hand holding what seems to be a clipboard. Her other hand rests in the pocket of a white coat, not unlike one a scientist would be fashioning in a lab. Her smile is warm, the corner of her eyes crinkling as you direct a smile of your own her way.

“Kate Laswell?” You ask, extending your hand for her to shake. Taking her hand out of her pocket, she accepts it gracefully, nodding her head.

“The one and only,” she says, before gesturing to the steel door she’d entered through. “Now, today we’ll get you set up with a keycard, general rules, and I’ll have you meet two of your patients.”

You nod, following her as she swipes a card in a black reader, before the red light buzzes green, and she pulls the door open. Right behind her, you take an unstable deep breath as you take in the greyed, jagged walls, a complete contrast to the painted ones of the entrance room.

“We really are so glad to welcome you to our team,” she continues, her black work shoes clicking against the smooth concrete flooring. She doesn’t turn to you as she speaks, but her voice carries around the echoey hallway. “You’ll make a great addition. A necessary one, also. We’ve needed an innovative, young therapist for a while. Most of our… previous hires have held out-dated beliefs, and a lack of humanity for their clientele.”

That makes your brows furrow in confusion. “That’s… odd,” you murmur, before pausing your steps as Laswell stops, swiping her keycard, before entering another room.

As you step into the newly revealed space, your eyes go wide as you take it in. 

It’s a wide, large space, with several floors. Metal staircases sit at either end of the vast space, allowing access to every floor. Guards sit at every level, some walking around the space where you and Laswell stand.

It’s a lot, all at once. You’d never even stepped foot into a prison – not before now.

“Most inmates are at the mess for breakfast,” Laswell supplies, turning to you with a neutral expression. She gestures for you to follow her back out of the space, and you do with hurried steps. “The ones you’ll be dealing with, however… they usually eat by themselves.”

You don’t decide to push that statement, not now, as you continue to follow her down the hallway.

“You won’t be seeing much of the prison,” she admits. “There’s heavily guarded spaces on the top floor for your sessions, both for your protection and for the safety of our staff and other low-risk inmates.”

You nod, humming a sound of affirmation as the two of you start heading up the cleaner steps at the end of the hallway. The staff staircase, you suppose.

“Today, you’ll be meeting two of our more… understanding ambers.”

You raise a brow. “Ambers? What does that mean?”

She turns her head over her shoulder, just enough to shoot you a knowing look. “Ambers are our highest-risk inmates. We house ten of them, and you’ll be dealing with eight as per your contract.”

Your stomach falls. You’d known, of course, that the risks were high when applying for this role. But… this was more than you’d imagined, in a way. Ambers. Huh.

Silence falls over the two of you as you make your way up the never-ending steps, no windows in sight. It’s unnerving, in a creepy, strange way. When you finally reach the top, you try and hide how out of breath you are from that small exertion.

Fucking christ.

Laswell, for her part, looks completely fine in an effortless way. You can’t eve find it in yourself to be envious. The feeling’s closer to admiration.

“Here’s the files on them both. You’ll be seeing Kyle Garrick first,” she hands you the clipboard she’d been carrying, and you accept it with only a slight tremble. She doesn’t comment on it, and you find yourself warming up to her already. “They’ll be restrained, and there is heavy security, so you needn’t worry about that side of things.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” you say earnestly, flipping through the files without reading much of anything, not yet. 

She waves you off with a soft chuckle. “None of that. Kate’s more than fine,” she insists, and you give her a bright smile in return. Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad – a boss like this was much better than a creepy middle-aged man any day of the week.

You don’t realise you’ve made it to a small room until she stops walking, scanning her keycard and pushing the door open, gesturing you in. “While you have your first two sessions, I’ll sort your keycard and the rest of the processes out. I wish you luck.”

With that, the door shuts behind you, and you’re alone in a small room.

It matches the rest of the hallways you’ve seen – grey concrete walls, grey concrete floors. The only furniture, however, is one metal table drilled into the floor in the centre, one chair on either side. 

…It’s depressing. Not at all like you’d prefer, not for a fucking therapy session, but then again, you hadn’t met your clients yet.

Ambers. High-risk.

With a deep breath, you take a seat at the chair closest to you, finally reading through the top file on the clipboard.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick. 

You skim over the height, weight, sex – immediately reading the comments made and his sentence.

Mass murderer. Motivated attacks.

Your eyes go wide, almost comically so, as you bite at your lip, folding one leg over the other as you continue to read. 

Of course, you’d prepared, been made aware that you’d be dealing with murderers. But having it in black and white, right in front of you, is a whole other thing entirely. 

Apparently, they were motivated attacks. Targets being large CEOs, specifically those with reported claims of misuse of power, and those against green laws. Anti-environment types.

The motive is… you’re aware killing is bad. You hadn’t spent years studying for a degree in Psychology to think otherwise. But it wasn’t as simple as some made it out to be. You’d done papers suggesting that certain motives implied healthier patterns, healthier outlets.

If you had to choose between him killing pregnant women, and CEOs with broken moral compasses?

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out your answer.

You’re about to flip the page when there’s a knock on the door on the other side of the room, before it opens.

There’s two guards that walk in, before a man in an olive green jumpsuit follows, hands cuffed tightly together in front of him, head down. Another guard from behind shoves him in, too rough for your liking. You sit up straighter, eyes assessing as you take in the man in the jumpsuit.

He’s forced into the chair opposite you, before one of the guards grabs his cuffed wrists and chains them to a rig in the middle of the table. You’re grateful for the precautions, but there’s a part of you that feels guilty watching the manhandling of the seemingly calm man.

“Half an hour,” the most brutish guard of them all grits out, beer belly spilling out over his belted jeans. He jostles the chain attaching his wrists to the table unnecessarily, and your eyes narrow.

He goes to leave, along with another guard, but one stands to stay in position inside, beside the door.

Your brows furrow, and you speak up before you can stop yourself. “Sorry, sir, but my sessions will need confidentiality, as for the best results. I’m sure that I’ll be safe with his restraints.”

The guard stares you down, seemingly mulling your words over, before shrugging and leaving the room, door shutting behind him.

…Huh. Alright.

You find your posture relaxing, just slightly, which is odd, considering you’re now only a metre or two away from a convicted murderer.

His gaze is trained to the table, left foot tapping incessantly against the concrete floor.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gaz,” you say with a soft tone and a gentle smile. You figure that his nickname is the best bet, not wanting to stir up any possible traumas with his given name during your first session with the man. “I’ll be your new psychiatric evaluator.”

His eyes flick up, meeting yours, and he nods slowly, as if awaiting a punchline. 

“Is it okay for me to call you Gaz?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and flipping to an empty page to take notes on. You’d need to grab a notebook from home, you decide.

He relaxes, only the smallest of movements, and he nods. “Gaz, yeah.”

Your smile widens at the small victory. Any step towards progress was a huge one, in your eyes. You’d be facing a lot of them in the coming days.

“Do you have any advice for this place?” You push, trying to form a bond of trust with the dark-haired man. “I’m gonna be honest, you’re my first patient, and I’ve only met Laswell and… Jenny?”

His mouth quirks at that, a dimple showing to the left of his mouth as he looks back up at you. “Jenny’s a character, ain’t she?”

You laugh, a genuine one, and nod. “She certainly is. You’ve met her?”

He shrugs, shoulders relaxing slightly. “Few times, yeah. She drives me up the fuckin’ wall.” His accent is only minimally apparent, but his voice is of a somewhat humorous tone.

Small victories.

“Well,” he exhales, settling into his chair a bit as he seems to ponder. “Do ya know who else you’re assigned to?”

You’d been sure to thoroughly go over your contract, and you were allowed to disclose your other patients between your others. They’d find out within the day, anyways, so there was no point in being discreet.

“It’s only you and a… John Price? Today. I’m sure I’ll find out the other six over the next few days,” you say, appreciating that he’s starting conversations. It’s more than you’d allowed yourself to hope for.

Gaz’s eyes light up, and even if you hadn’t been incessant in watching him, it’d be an obvious shift in emotions. “Price?”

You nod, quickly making a note on your clipboard, before folding your hands in your lap as you gesture for him to continue with a quick inclination of your head.

“He’s the best. Man’s a legend,” he enthuses. “Love ‘im.”

There’s… a hidden truth to that statement, that you make a mental note to unpack during a later session. Your smile is a natural one as you say, “He’s an amber, correct? Laswell told me I’d been assigned eight out of ten ambers… you’re one of them, right?”

Gaz seems to fold into himself, and you kick yourself for going back to square one. He answers, however.

“...Yeah. Only Ghost ‘nd Valeria are aggressive, though. We’re just… misunderstood,” he murmurs, and in the back of your brain, you find yourself believing his words.

“Thank you,” you smile, and he responds with a sharp one of his own. Maybe you’d covered more ground than you’d expected. “I think it’d been mentioned that I was only assigned men, due to the nature of the job, or something like that.”

Seeming to mull over your words, he starts to slowly nod. “Sounds ‘bout right. As long as you don’t get Graves, you’ll be alright. The others are… fuckin’ weird, but they’re good men. Mostly.”

That’s a lot of information at once, and quite frankly, it takes a moment for you to process. 

“‘Good men’. What do you think it takes to be a good man?” You ask, curiosity laced into your tone. Getting to ask such questions of a convicted murderer, it’s a thrilling, exhilarating task.

His eyes don’t shift as he replies. “Good men do the acts others are too scared to do. They see the evil in the world, and rid of it with their own bare hands. You can be an ethical murderer, Doc.”

Those words, they’re – they’re authentic, and conviction aches in their structure. 

You swallow around a dry mouth.

“You think you’re a good man?” You ask.

His smile would be seen as warm to any who weren’t aware of his acts, but to you – it’s chilling. Haunting in a way you’ve never experienced.

It remains as he answers.

“I think that I’m a man who people wish they had the bravery to be.”

a/n. okay so im really nervous about posting this, cause ITS EIGHT FUKCING LOVE INTERESTS and also im a humanities girl not a science one!! sociology all the way not psych!! so forgive me for all the inaccuracies and legality issues please. im just a girl. hopefully u guys will like this one? i mean, obsessed serial killers cod is smth i need so here we are. all comments and feedback mean so muchhh ty ily mwah mwah mwah

taglist comment/msg to be added. [nothing to see here.]

[lxvvie]

It's the little things, Part I:

It's the way Price blushes as you cover his face in kisses. He's seen and done it all, stared down the barrel of a gun more times than he can count, but nothing will ever quite throw the Cap'n off his game more than the way you show and tell him that you love him and that he's damn good at what he does.

It's the way Gaz exhales and feels all the stress leave his body. His head rests comfortably on your lap and your fingers ghost over the wrinkles on his forehead. He was only away for only a week and a half but it felt like an eternity. Gaz leaves the work behind in your embrace, closes his eyes, and it's the best damn nap he's had in a while.

It's the way Soap whines and leans into your touch as your nails work shampoo and miracles on his scalp. Oh. That's new. You do it again. Same response. You tease him about it later much to his chagrin but it's just one of many things that endear him to you. And amuses Simon if your text messages are any indication.

It's the way Ghost is trying not to laugh when you blow raspberries on his stomach. Apparently, you made it your life's mission to get a reaction out of him every time you did it, and when you finally succeeded—he said it was a cough but that's bullshit—your eyes lit up and it was the cutest fucking thing to him. Victory looks good on you, sweetheart.

It's the way Alex relaxes and his eyes flutter close when you kiss the side of his mouth. It's the way he softly murmurs, "Boss...", you murmur, "Babe..." in response, he groans in faux exasperation, and you thank whoever heard your prayers that he's safe in your arms again.

It's the way Alejandro lets his guard down and silently brings you into a hug. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms squeeze him back as tightly as you can. It's one of those moments where you can feel the weight he carries in the tension in his body but it's also a reminder that just as he watches over his men, you'll always watch over him.

It's the way Rudy leaves you speechless as he tilts his head ever so slightly as he listens to you talk, and when you realize what's happening, he laughs heartily and it's your turn to be flustered. What would you do without him?

It's the way Farah leans her head on your shoulder, respite from the burden of leadership. It's the way you lean your head against hers and she feels safe all over again.

It's the way Keegan looks at you, intentional in everything he wants to convey without uttering a word. Still waters run deep, and you'd be a fool to ever doubt the things he feels for you.

It's the way Roach smiles, wide, goofy, and boyish, things he can be when he's with you. It's the crinkle around his eyes reassuring you, and it's as if your worries and fears have dissipated into nothingness.

[club-prideguin]

God i need to draw my oc when they were kids/teens more.

[diejager]

Nooo but there is something about the monster au where there is a casual mention from her that she won't live as long as them (I assume monsters/hybrids are longer lived plus she is a lot more likely to die on mission), like she probably just jokes about it offhandedly and it sends all of them feral because... no? Absolutely not? Insulting. Ridiculous. Not happening.

Cue ultimate clinginess, all rushing to be more intimate because the thought of her not being around is abhorrent. Soap maybe losing it a bit going off on a line of thought about how he could mate her right? Would it be awful if there was a way for her to be a wolf shifter?

I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND

Change cw: mention of turning, mention of death, joking about death, tell me if I missed any.

All options are on the table at this point, death had always been something that loomed over them like a shadow, the veil and sickle of death following you wherever you went. You’ve had more than one reminder of your short life, your vulnerability as a human, weak and tender skin, short lives and a delicate body. There were so many things in the world that could pose a possible danger to you and they hated that.

You lived shorter lives than most monsters or hybrids, you grew sick and frail whereas hybrids could fight any viral infections or diseases, you didn’t have thicker skin despite all the extra layers of protective gear and you were a target of many for your choice of career. They were reminded of you mortality whenever you get hurt, blood painting your skin with a strong, metallic odour.

And it didn’t help that you’d often joke about it, throwing offhanded comments that made their hackles raise, body tense and mind brewing with what ifs scenario that has them tearing their hair from the root. While some monsters were more solitary than others, all of them were possessive of what they deemed their family —pack.

Ghost and König stuck closer during training, a tall, imposing figure behind you that acted as a guard dog to ward away anyone they deemed a danger. Soap and Horangi hung around you in the rec room, either laying on you or clinging to you, putting a show of ownership over you. Rudy and Alejandro, the ever active couple, were always finding you around the base, striking up a conversation and wrapping their arms around you. Gaz would was the cuddliest of the group, finding time outside of his busy to snuggle up against you and cover you with his wings, pulling you to sleep on his shoulder. Price, the man with the most authority in the TF made sure that you were always with someone on every Op, having someone to back you up in the most dire situation.

Every visit to the medic made them wild, it brought them closer to desperate measures. Would it be so bad to turn you in one? Would it be so bad to let Soap bite you during the full moon, his bite infecting you with his power: thicker skin, sturdier build, longer lifespan and better sense? The only draw backs were the higher wildness, near feral during full moons and a competitive mindset over the possessiveness and brattiness of a young werewolf.

Would it be so bad to make you return as a wraith? While Ghost learned to control his powers alone, the pain and emotions building up in his body without any way of letting it out, you had him, you wouldn’t be alone with the resurrection. He didn’t want you to feel the terror and agony by yourself —he didn’t want you to know how it felt to die and come back.

Would it be so bad to have a vampire turn you into one without becoming a thrall? You couldn’t walk in the sun, something you told them you enjoyed, you’d be restrained to specific activities and you wouldn’t like that, being limited by the sun. Granted, there were solutions to that, but none very comfortable.

They knew you were aware of your mortality, made fun of it and laughed as it this was your last day, but you didn’t fear death, you only feared leaving them. You were open to their thoughts, listening to their ideas and options with a neutral expression, but you didn’t reject the idea of turning you. That was a good thing, a step forward in their mind.

Now all that needed to do was to let you decide which path you wanted to walk.

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[sky-is-the-limit]

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

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𝑴𝑾1/𝑴𝑾2 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

W: Female Reader

➳ Valeria Garza would make you paint her nails while sitting on her lap, one hand holding up a document and the other rubbing your clit torturously slow and if you were to mess up, she'd deny your orgasm until she was satisfied with the final result.

She would show her affections in front of her men on purpose, casually crushing her lips onto yours with passion, one hand holding your jaw firmly and the other one squeezing your ass knowing damn well everyone's watching.

Letting these men know that you are hers and hers only, that they could never have a woman like you because you belong to her.

➳ Rudy Parra would call you 'mama' from the get-go as an innocent nickname in casual conversations until the thought of getting you pregnant creeped into his head.

He then started calling you that while thrusting into you bare, the thought of painting your walls white, watching it spill out everywhere while you beg him to breed you, sends him over the edge every time.

➳ Simon 'Ghost' Riley would never admit it out loud, but he developed a nasty habit of watching you pleasure yourself to the thought of him.

He walked in on you once, the scene before him obscene as your naked body was in full display on your bed, head pressed against the pillow with wet, messy hair stuck on your forehead, your fingers rubbing your clit in circles while his name repeatedly left as desperate whimpers from your mouth.

There was something about watching you in full view, all alone begging for his touch, watching you dig your nails in the soft skin of your breasts from the stimulation, unaware that he was only a few meters away with his erected length in his hand, mirroring your pace.

➳ Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick would be a man of habit, his sacred gun cleaning ritual being one of them. Neediness made you walk in multiple times in the armory, interrupting this special process to steal his attention and make his blood rise with annoyance.

And so he thought of teaching you a lesson, using his half cleaned pistol to put pressure against your clit, rubbing it up and down then in circles on your throbbing core until you coated it with your glistening slick.

He then would command you to lick it clean, watch you with blown pupils, wrap your lips around it, and take it into your mouth as if it was an extended part of Kyle you so desperately wanted to cherish.

Needless to say, that you kept 'accidentally' interrupting him after that.

➳ Phillip Graves would "allow" you to think that you have control, only for him to take it away and watch you struggle to get it back.

He would promise you that he'd let you ride him, tie him up, blindfold him etc and then when the moment would come, not even 5 minutes in, he'd flip you around, press your back hard against the mattress with your hands pinned over your head and thrust in you without warning.

He'd mock you about it. How cute it was to think that you could ever have the upper hand, your 'disappointed' yet surprised expression fueling his arrogance and promising you a long night of reminding you who's in charge.

Oh, and if he was in restraints? He'd use his experience in the field to come out of them and count to 5 before he catches you.

➳ Captain John Price would call you into his office, whether you worked there or not so he could have you on every surface available without locking the door.

The though of someone walking in to watch you get fucked merciless against his desk, while you ride him on his chair, against the bookshelf, sucking him off under his desk, would excite him.

The panic in your eyes whenever someone would knock on the door while you were on your knees, the wooden desk concealing your body so the person in front of it would have no idea that your pretty mouth was full with his length.

His composure would surprise you every time, calm and unphased, while talking to his private as your mouth was taking in every inch of him under the desk.

➳ Alex Keller would adore to watch you come undone because of his strength. He'd notice how quickly you'd lose focus whilst staring at his defined, muscular arms through his tee, naked out of the shower, in his military uniform.. and so he'd use it as an advantage.

Holding you up against the wall, your soaked cunt at eye level with his mouth as your thighs were on his shoulders. It would drive him insane how easily he could handle you, devouring your slick while you'd pull his hair from above.

Best believe that he wouldn't stop nor get tired until you begged him to fuck you.

➳ Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish would be obsessed with your tits, specifically in his mouth. This man would not shy away from it nor do it at a specific moment.

Watching a movie and cuddling? His hand would slowly start trailing up your shirt, cupping your breasts softly before turning his head up to look at you with those gorgeous eyes and ask if you could put them in his mouth while his head was resting against your chest.

Cowgirl would be his favourite position cause what a better combination than you bouncing up and down his cock while his hands grip on your hips tightly to guide you and his mouth sucking on your nipples? Nothing.

➳ Alejandro Vargas would be obsessed with you speaking Spanish. Whether you fluently speak it or started picking up words after dating him, this man would instantly get hard the second you speak two words to him.

It could be the most innocent thing, and his blood would start rushing boiling hot in his system, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him like a magnet.

"Dime mas, cariña." He wouldn't even bother with finding the bedroom, clothes coming off hastily so he can push you against the nearest surface and pound into you merciless.

Don't think that he wouldn't notice how hot and bothered you'd get whenever his emotions would get the best of him and he'd start speaking only in Spanish. He'd use that as his weapon to get you naked from the first night you met.

➳ Kate Laswell would get off of you relying on her. She'd want to take care of you, your every desire and need, no matter how small or 'inappropriate' it was.

Just hearing your voice get all whiney, telling her that you are hungry while clinging onto her body, asking her if she can fix the broken light bulb because 'you can't' when in reality you'd just want to observe her toned arms and fingers get into work, handling everything with so much ease just like she does with you.

She saw you checking out lingerie online? They'd be at your door the next day. Your perfume is almost finished? You'd have two bottles on your nightstand the next morning. Your fridge was semi empty? She'd put in the biggest order to come at your door. Anything for her doll.

Especially when begging her to use her strap so she can fuck the stress out of you, asking if you can return the favour by eating her out like a madwoman to show her how thankful you are to have such a strong partner in your life.

She would never refuse her pretty girl anything.

[ragingbookdragon]

Good In Theory, Better In Practice

Alejandro Vargas x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.8K Warnings: Explicit Language, Sexual Themes

Author's Note: I'm gonna write SMUT soon, aren't I? I can feel it. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Alejandro was no stranger to big eaters. He’d been raised in a large family, had multiple squads, and now ran an entire army—he had seen folks pack away some food. That being said, the 141 seemed to be endless pits for beer and homecooked food. He watched Soap and Price go head-to-head on how many beers they could drink in five minutes, watched as the waitress brought out Ghost’s third plate of steak fajitas, and watched Gaz eat his weight in chorizo and beans. Even he and Rudy didn’t have room enough in their stomachs for that much food. They’d cleared about two plates themselves and more than a few beers before deciding it was best to hold off on more food.

He sat back in his seat, half tempted to unloop his belt and caught the eye of the woman who’d come along with them. It was almost as if she was Ghost and Soap put together, the silence of Ghost in friendly situations and the complete disregard for seriousness like Soap in dire circumstances. Wraith. They called her, a counterpart to Ghost it seemed. Alejandro had observed them in battle. Like a tag-team, they struck in fluid motion, mowing down enemies before they even realized the two had descended upon them. She, like Ghost, had an affinity for knives, but he realized that while the rest of them wore protective gear of all kinds, she only had a vest, kneepads, and a belt. No extra ammo pockets, no safety gear tucked away. Just a tri-edged knife and a carbine slung around her back was all she carried with her. And she was, exactly like a wraith, striking when least expected and gone with a whisper. Hell on heels. Deadly, and strikingly beautiful.

Alejandro gave her a friendly smile and she nodded her head going back to her food. Which is why he was so surprised. Wraith, had put away more food than anyone at the table. And more than a few piña coladas and tequila shots along with it. Yet, she seemed in perfect condition, sober and still hungry. She finished the plate and stood, turning around to the bartender as she said, “Oye, barman, dame dos Modelos, por favor.”

She walked around the table and sat next to Alejandro, propping an elbow in the table as she put her chin on her palm and stared at him; the bartender put the beers in front of them and she took hers, taking a sip of it. “Are you married, Alejandro?”

It reminded him of his sister asking. Ya estás casado, Ale? No te estás volviendo más joven, ya sabes. Necesitas establecerte y casarte con una buena mujer. He gave a humored chuckle and raise the bottle to his lips. “Unfortunately, Wraith, I haven’t had much time to find a wife.” He smiled at her. “What of you? Are you married?”

“Do I look like the type of woman who is married?” she gestured to herself. “I’ve literally eaten five plates of tacos, drank five margaritas, and had at least ten beers.” She blinked, deadpanning, “I outman most men who meet me and they very much so lose interest in me.”

Alejandro laughed. “Debes estar bromeando. Una mujer hermosa como tú tiene que tener muchos admiradores.”

She scoffed. “Beauty means nothing to a man when he feels like his manhood is being challenged.”

“That is because they are not real men,” he said. “Los hombres reales reconocen a las mujeres reales.”

Her eyes narrowed and suddenly Alejandro felt like the temperature had risen a few degrees around them as she finished the rest of her beer and leaned over, pointer finger swirling around the rim of his beer bottle. “And what of the real man before me?” she purred. “Does he recognize a real woman before him?”

He swallowed thickly feeling very fidgety in his seat, as if all eyes were on him. He cast a quick glance around. No one seemed to be listening to them, Price and Soap still going at it with new rounds, Gaz fighting sleep from fullness, and Ghost was in his own world enjoying authentic fajitas. It was just the two of them and he looked back at her; her expression was calm, waiting, so many things he couldn’t decipher hidden underneath the surface, but he saw her eyes. Saw the game in them, the chase, she was the huntress and he, her prey. One misstep and he was done for.

I do recognize you before me.

I want you.

We are as real as each other.

So many thoughts and all he could say was, “My mother would love you.”

Split second, her mask dropped in shock, then laughter peeled from her, shaking her shoulders as she laid her head on his shoulder, burying her face in his bicep and his cheeks reddened as she continued to laugh and pat at his thigh, until she sat up and wiped her eyes; she gave him a fond look and to ease his embarrassment, she said, “I would love to meet your mother.”

Alejandro melted, shoulders drooping as this woman, this Wraith, suddenly became so clear to him. She wasn’t a woman who could outman men (she really was), she was simply a woman. A good woman. The kind of woman he’d always wanted to settle down with. A good, strong woman.

She poked his forehead. “Careful there, amante, you’re gonna burn holes in me.”

“No puedo evitarlo. Haces que mi alma cante como nunca antes lo había hecho.”

“Well, aren’t you just a romantic,” she cooed and stood from her seat, holding out her hand; when he stared at it, she retracted and did it again. “Gonna take it or ya gonna keep staring at it like I’m not offering a dance?” she gave him a look. “Can you dance?”

“I can dance,” he shot back and stood, and she dragged him over to the jukebox in the corner of the bar. “What are we dancing to?”

“You’ll find out,” she murmured, staring at the list of songs before grinning as she shoved a few coins in and punched a button.

Drums echoed through the speakers followed by the strumming of a guitar; “Bailando?” Alejandro smirked. “Te gusta Enrique Iglesias?”

She kept to the beat of the music as they twirled and danced around each other. “I like a lot, Alejandro. Let me stick around and you might learn more.”

He spun her out, pulling her back in and she cocked a leg up around his hips, the hand that had hers dropped to hold her leg there (as if she needed the help), but he couldn’t help but squeeze the meat of her thigh. His free hand landed at her back as she bent backwards, all the way until she was crescent; he pulled her back up until her body was snug against his, lips almost brushing as he confessed, “Nada me encantaría más que te quedaras.”

“I’m not looking around for fun, y’know, Alejandro.”

He cocked her leg higher and stepped back, letting her stretch the step as he did and with dead seriousness, he replied, “Soy un hombre sencillo. No tengo tiempo para jugar ni con mi corazón ni con el tuyo. Sé lo que quiero.” Alejandro had her by her hips. “I want you.”

“Better men have hit their knees, Alejandro. And many men have tried for mine.”

He shook his head. “I will succeed where they have failed.”

“Cocky much?”

Alejandro pulled her up and spun her one last time with the beat, ending the song with one hand under her knee as she bent back again, and when she came up, he purred, “¿Para tu? Para siempre.”

She grinned like a madwoman and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Well, take me to church, I’ve finally found the man who will make a woman out of me.”

“If I make you any more of a woman, you’ll have no need for me.”

“Nonsense,” she muttered with a shake of her head. “I’ll always have a need for you to stand around and drive me wild with lust.”

“So long as I’m always needed, mi reina,” he replied with a grin, tipping forward to kiss her when,

“DAD! WRAITH’S GONNA KISS AN OLDER MAN! STOP HIM!”

They turned to see the entire 141 and half of Alejandro’s soldiers staring at them, half had their phones out. Silence bled the room and Alejandro did the only thing he could think of, bent down, picked her up at her knees and shouted, “Soldados, me voy a casar con esta mujer!”

His group erupted into shouts and the 141 stared in confusion until she said, “We’re gonna get married one day.”

“Tonight, if she lets me,” Alejandro added in.

“Don’t push your luck, handsome.” He looked up at her and she planted her elbows on his shoulders. “Ah, fuck it, Price marry us! I know you got ordained one day!”

“What.” Price blinked, rubbing at his eyes before he turned to Ghost. “Simon. When did this happen?”

Ghost shoved the last of the fajitas in his mouth and said, “They’ve been eye-fucking since we got here. Love at first sight.”

“We’re still here, y’know?” She called out and Ghost looked at her.

“Gonna tell me you haven’t been eye-fucking the Colonel since he shook your hand?” he scoffed. “You’ve been thinking of a way to get him in your pants since.”

“Is this true?” Alejandro asked and she looked down.

“If I say yes and I going to be in trouble?”

“Possibly.”

She waggled her brows and flirted, “Is it the sexy kind of trouble?”

“Yes.”

“Then absolutely, I’ve been trying to get you to fuck me ever since I got here,” she confessed without a lick of shame in her tone, expression, or body. “Wholeheartedly admit it. Can confirm. Aye-aye sir. Take me home, Colonel, do me wherever, however, and how ever long your heart desires.” She lowered her voice and breathed, “As good of a whore as I am in theory, I’m even better in practice.”

His eyes had darkened with every word, and she smirked as he heaved her up and over his shoulder. “Perdónenme hombres, es hora de que nos despidamos por la noche.”

“Aww, but I didn’t get to drink another piña colada,” she whined, yelping when his palm flattened against her ass with a crack. “HEY NOT IN PUBLIC! MY DAD’S HERE!”

Price watched them leave, the soldiers cheering and drinking to the Colonel’s newfound love, and he looked at his men. “Has my not-daughter always been a…” he cleared his throat and made a gesture.

“A whore?” Simon offered and nodded. “Big time. And believe me, I’ve met some. Wraith fits right in.”

Soap leaned over Price. “Watch how you talk about our sister. She can’t help being a whore. It’s who she is.” The two of them snickered as Price started to groan about going wrong somewhere.

[gothicflowers]

Alejandro x Reader

“You speak Spanish?”

SFW Fluff

Warnings: Fluff

It was just a crush at first. I mean he’s tall, dark, handsome and a voice that will make your knees weak. You felt like a teen again blushing every time you were around him. It’s been six months since you stepped off that plane and were greeted by Alejandro. He quickly picked out an affectionate nickname for you. Unknowingly to you he loved seeing you blush whenever he called you it.

He admires your eyes, your laugh, the way you fidget with your clothes when he talks to you. But most of all how caring you were. You always checked in on everyone after missions. You had a way of speaking and showing love and compassion in everything you do. He wants to give you the world. He wants a necklace around your neck with both your names engraved. He realized it all when he found you lounging on the old couch in the garage wrapped up in his blanket reading book.

“What is that book your reading about”

“It’s a love story”

“You read love stories, I didn’t take you as a reader”

“Most people read to escape a reality to go to one they want to be in”

“Is that what you desire”

“What”

“Love, and romance. That is what you want.”

“I guess so”

“Do you not have that waiting for you at home”

“No, I don’t think there is a man who understands this job and could meet my needs who would be willing to love me. Do you have someone?”

“I have my family but not someone to come home to”

Being in tf141 made it almost impossible to have a relationship. How each of your teammates had spouses was something you couldn’t figure out. You had given up on dating or any idea of a future relationship. But over these past months you’ve grown extremely close with Ale. He would bring you books, small trinkets that reminded him of you. Flowers would randomly appear on your table whenever he got back from scouting. Always having your coffee made when you walked into the meeting room. Things that where small but so important to you.

-

The mission was done. A small celebration was held with everyone involved in the operation. The night was finally unwinding and most had turned into their beds for the night. But something had caught your attention. Alejandro’s office door was cracked open and his was talking to Rudy, you’re not one for ease dropping but you could play it off like you where going to grab something from your bed so why not listen in momentarily.

“Me he enamorado de ella pero no quiero alejarla. Ella es todo lo que quiero, todo lo que jamás podría soñar. No quiero que t/n se vaya sin que yo diga lo que tengo que decir.” (I have fallen in love with her but I won’t want to pull her away. She is everything I want, all I could ever dream of. I don’t want y/n to leave without me saying what I need to say) his voice was desperate and full for worry. It was clear in Rudy’s body language from what you could see that this wasn’t the first time Alejandro was talking about you this way.

Entonces ve y dile cómo te sientes hermano. (Then go and tell her brother) Rudy was practically begging and laughing at the same time for Ale to confess to you.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He felt the same way about you. Slowly backing away from the door you practically skipped like a child to outside to your recent lounge spot. What do you do now?

-

It was well past midnight when you heard footsteps coming up from behind.

“Seen you out here so I thought maybe you’d like some company” Alejandro’s deep voice said.

“I always enjoy your company” you shyly say to him with your cheeks blush covered by the night sky.

He sat next to you on the bench for two. The crickets chirping and the breeze was a soothing silence. You needed to tell him, just get it off your chest. The mission was over. So if this conversation doesn’t go well you will be heading back to base in two days anyways and you could forget about him.

“You know all you have to do is ask”

“What do you mean mi amor” his eyes staring deep into yours.

“Pídeme que me quede contigo y lo haré. Te escuché hablar con Rudy y he estado tratando de encontrar una manera de decirte lo mismo” (Ask me to stay for you and I will. I overheard you talking with Rudy and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you the same thing.)

Ale looked at you in shock. Partly in shock that you just said that all in fluent Spanish but that you’re asking him to take you.

A brief second of panic sets in when he continues to say nothing. Then his lips are crashing into yours. His lips are soft and are in perfect sync with your lips moving against his.

“Stay with me. We can build a life together.”

“I will stay for you Alejandro”

He pulled you in for another passionate kiss. After what felt like eternity you both pulled apart for air. Foreheads still touching. His eyes blown full of joy and love for you.

“You didn’t tell me you spoke Spanish”

“You asked if I knew enough to get by, not if I was fluent”

[peroxiddeprincess]

✭ Random COD character headcannons cus i’m bored in class.

Alot of these are based on TikTok comments i have in my saved LMFAOO.

— Once, Soap said Ghost was, “Vertically Assisted”, referencing his height, and Alejandro is now addicted to calling people taller than him vertically assisted.

— Gaz and Soap joke about “rizzing eachother up”, and Price was very confused as to what this meant. Gaz told him it meant they were being bro’s, Soap nodded in agreement. Now everytime he shakes a teammates hand he references it to “rizzing them up”.

— Soap lovesssss karaoke. Alejandro, Rudy and Gaz hype him up. “Dude, that was fire!”

— However, Ghost disagrees with the karaoke. “Yeah, put it out.”

— Once when the others were talking to König about some candy, he promptly and very confidently said he was allergic to it. They were all confused, it was a very basic candy, and he’s allergic?? Then König says, “Well, i’m only a little allergic. I used to eat them all the time out of the little packet that came with the beef jerky.”

— Flabbergasted is an understatement. They didnt have the heart to tell him. They walked away and laughed for a solid 10 minutes, and König carried on like whatever he just confessed was normal.

— Soap called Ghost a senior citizen once. He was so offended, he avoided him for 4 days.

— Gaz likes to tell all the blue eyed people theyre products of incest.

— Alejandro thinks it’s funny to tell everyone they only have a certain amount of time to live when under pressure.

— “You only have 10 years left to live.” “Press the damn button, Aleja- ..What?” “I’m getting visions.”

— Price thinks its so funny to pronounce lactose intolerant as “lack-toast-and-told-her-aunt”.

— ALEJANDRO GATEKEEPS EVERYTHING. Don’t ever ask him where he gets anything. He’ll make up some crazy ass story.

— “Yoo actually i trecked up the himalayas to find a small hidden town. I got it from there and just as i left, the whole town exploded! Craziest day of my damn life.”

— Soap got Rudy to start calling everything “zesty”.

— Graves definitely the typa guy to download a font keyboard and type everything out in some weird ass font cause he thinks its “cool and hip”.

— Don’t insult Ghost. He’ll tell everyone you said a slur.

— Ghost also takes everything anyone says super personally. He jokes around sometimes, but if he thinks you’re being deadass, he’s gonna be deadass too.

— Rudy asked Valeria if she was a boy or a girl. She was very confused and didn’t answer, and now avoids Rudy whenever she can.

— Alejandro and Soap chew with their mouths open. Graves and Price have to give them a reminder that its fucking disgusting. The obnoxious chewing makes Gaz laugh so hard.

— König is accidentally brutally honest. Once, you were showing him your new uniform, and he awkwardly laughed and said, “Maybe you should stick with the old one…”

— Ghost texted Soap to ask how he was doing after a particularly hard mission. Soap said, “So intense.. Was on the edge of my seat the entire time #hellyea”, he got left on seen.

— Alejandro finds it so funny to joke about the backrooms.

— “One wrong step, and you’ll be in the backrooms. Watch out.” “Alejandro, shut the fuck up.”

— Price found a stray cat out on a mission. Gaz named it gluestick, and was very sad when they left gluestick behind. Nobody could figure out why he was so sad over a gluestick until Price explained the situation.

— GRAVES IS IN HIS ALAN WALKER PHASE.

— Gaz says “Ratio” out loud. Nobody but him knows what it means. He laughs at himself everytime he says it.

[dovabunny]

(Ghost)Soap AU Concept - His Hair

Cw: angst, minor character death mention, miscommunication. Inspired by Wine and Wheat by Noel_o on Ao3

Soap looks down at his trembling hand holding the electric razor, the buzz not drowning out the words echoing in his mind.

"You're not even a little embarrassed?" "No one will take you seriously looking like that." "It looks ridiculous!" "Did you really think-"

He lifts it to his head.

...

The night started with Soap in high spirits. He was proud of the latest mission - his new self-made bombs saved the day and maybe he was feeling a little cocky.

Which is usually nothing new or problematic when surrounded by his closest friends - Ghost, Gaz, Price, Rudy and Ale.

🧼: tellin ye, Cap', I deserve some chest candy for my ingenuity! Might just have rewritten the military demolitions handbook today.

Price just rolls his eyes.

That's when it started.

🧢: No offense, mate. But you show up at HQ with that hair, no one will take you seriously.

Ale choked on his beer, Rudy tried to hide a smile. "Dios mio, so it's not just us who thinks it looks ridiculous?" Ale looked to Price. "How is that allowed?"

💰: We're not sticklers for regulation in the 141 - but maybe we'll have to make an exception this time.

They all laughed and agreed.

Soap didn't. He felt his throat close and had to remind himself that they're just teasing, they don't mean it.

Rudy, sweet, kind Rudy gave his 5 cents next. "You're brilliant with bombs, friend, but really - you look in the mirror and decide that's your style? Not even a little embarrassed?"

Soap swallowed thick.

This isn't new. He's been mercilessly teased about his mowhak for that last 15 years. Till he joined the 141. He'd thought he was finally past shallow insults.

His ma had told him she loves it, three weeks before she lost her long battle, her own hair having fallen out months before. So he kept it.

He tried to deflect, be the usual fun, bubbly Soap they used to respond well to.

🧼: ah c'mon, ye are all just jealous ye can't touch my destructive talents!

Then the killing blow struck.

Ghost, the only man he's ever truly wanted, whose opinion mattered more than anything else.

Ghost chuckled, shoulders shaking with it as he shook his head. Surely he wouldn't-

💀: They're not wrong. You look like a 80s punk band reject, Soap.

'Soap'. Not Johnny. Ghost cares about Johnny, not Soap. He hopes...

💀: C'mon Johnny, you didn't really think it's a style that demands respect.

The agreeing laughter around the table didn't feel friendly, it felt cruel.

Was he really a laughing stock to them? Did they talk like this behind his back too? Was he just a joke they kept around cause he was good at blowing shit up.

They never even cared to ask why he had it.

He gave a rough brittle laugh, kept his head down, and made a half-assed excuse of needing to piss. Keeping his face turned away he rushed to the bathroom, he knows he's not strong enough to face the teasing if they see the tears in his eyes.

He climbs out the window and leaves.

No one texts or calls to check in him on the way back, walking instead of taking a taxi, hoping to clear his head. It didn't help. His ma always called him her gentle boy, said his heart was good and to protect it.

She was right about that. But turns out, wrong about his hair.

He can't fix what he's like on the inside. It stays broken no matter how he tried.

But he can fix what he's like on the outside. Make him look fixed, at least.

He picks up the electric razor he kept for the sides of his head. Ghost usually shaved it for him. He always teased that he was gonna shave it all...

A lock of hair falls.

[melloraconteur]

Day 016. | Double Penetration in one hole

Alejandro Vargas + Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra x Reader

Synopthesis: Even though your relationship with Alejandro and Rudy is not known to the public, They don't share with others.

Cont. Reader is female, reader is referred to as "pretty / good girl". soft Alejandro and Rudy, daddy kink (Both???) 

Word Count: 428 

Not edited or proof read. Spanish is Spanishdict. 

You came to them in need of comfort, a sort of comfort that only the two of them could provide.Alejandro thought you a free little bird, one that couldn't be caged without clipped wings. Rudy knew better, he knew you ached to be claimed, to be tied down and know who you belong to without question. He knew that the two of them would fulfill that need for you. 

... 

You cling to Rudy's shoulders as Alejandro presses into your already filled cunt. The feeling of being filled with two cocks of the two men you love was overwhelming, almost too much for you to handle. You could hear Alejandro groaning at the way you tightened around them, before telling you to relax, his hand reaching around you to play with your clit as a way to ease the pain. You could feel Rudy trace small circles into your hips as a way to ground you, to remind you that the two of them were here and wouldn't be leaving.

You gave them the green light to start moving after a few moments. They started out slow, listening to the soft moans you let out for any ones that were a sign that they needed to stop. 

 "a pretty girl taking her papis' cocks into her tight -nng!- cunt!" He groans into your ear, his voice ending in a moan as you clench down from the sound of his voice and his words, not expecting them to feed into your daddy kink. 

"Such -fuck!- a good fucking girl for us," Alejandro agrees huskily, his grip tightening on your hips, pulling you down harshly on their cocks. "Wanna be -right there!- your good girl!" You cry out as you buck wildly, your body over sensitive to the way their hands grope your body, spending a good amount of time nibbling on your puffy nipples before Rudy reached down to play with your swollen bean the way you liked. 

Your ograsm hits you like a freight train, powerful and unrelenting as you wail out their names. It hurt so good that you go blank. When you come to, you're filled to the brim with thick semen though only Rudy was still inside, Alejandro out of sight. Rudy grins when he sees that you came back to them, placing a soft kiss on your lips, holding you close. "Alejandro went to grab some snacks and water." He informs you. You hum and lean into his hold on you, deciding that you would talk about your feelings for them at a later time. 

Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate.     

[vialovesyou]

𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙞𝙩 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙒 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙔

" i said i'm sorry, what the hell are we still fighting for ? " drew yelled, his arm outstretches to show his frustration. y/n scoffed, shaking her head in annoyance. " because that doesn't fix it drew!" she retaliated.

" because i'm the one who looks fucking stupid for staying with you!" she continued, running her hands through her hair in frustration. since the pair were yelling, socks, there dog, began inevitably barking.

" shut up, socks " they both yelled at the same time, causing an silence to take over the kitchen. the dog whimpered, before leaving the kitchen causing y/n to sigh.

" look, y/n. there's nothing i can do " drew shrugged his shoulders, his jaw ticking as he looked down at the redhead.

" you're the one that screwed this up, not me" she reminded him, kissing her teeth as drew scratched the back of his neck.

" i have apologised, what else do you want? just drop it, okay? please " drew asked, as y/n exhaled to keep herself calm.

" drew, what don't you understand? this is my life okay? i'm the one getting called an idiot for staying with the man who has been caught multiple times flirting with his co-star" she yelled, struggling to get the words out because she was so frustrated.

" i'm the one who can't post on fucking instagram without everyone on the fucking planet commenting on my relationship. okay? everyome at work, uni. it's all they fucking talk about" she tried to explain, her voice beginning to break.

drew didn't say anything, not daring to meet her eyes as he picked up his car keys from the dish on the counter. " i'm going to go stay with austin and rudy for a bit" his adams apple bobbed in his throat. y/n stayed silent, spinning on her heel and walking out the livingroom.

[diejager]

Hi Joyce! This is my first time asking an author on this application, I saw you opened requests, so I have a little idea. What if this is like a side story/spin off from humans! reader x monster! 141TF AU's.

Where the reader (female) dies after giving birth to their child. And the husbands don't really take the news well, especially when their child is so physically/personality similar to the reader.

(if you read the webtoon who made me a princess then you know what I mean :) )

Thank you! Hope im didnt bother you

I’m honoured to be your first ask 🥺

Vestige Cw: angst, death, childbirth complications, single parenting, heartbreak, tell me if I missed any.

They hadn’t expected this to happen. They hadn’t expected this to be the last they’d see you. It was an unfortunate incident, they were told, a freak one that caused you to haemorrhage and they couldn’t bring you back despite how fast they acted to stop you from bleeding out. It felt like their world ended, the little light in the dark and traumatic place extinguished, a cataclysmic boom that sent their morals low and mind deeper into depression. Some drowned themselves in substance, others in physical pain to feel something other than heartache and agony, and a few were left silent, unmoving and mute. 

But they had a little baby to care for, the last vestige of your love and presence. It was a gift from you to the people you loved, a memory of the times you all shared smiles and joy as much as you shared tears and sorrow. It was the light at the end of a particularly difficult hallway, shocking them back into reality like a bucket of ice water. They had to care and nurture a child —their sweet and innocent angel. She reminded them of you so, so much that it hurt.

“Yer a wee thing, aye?” Soap had always been the first to care, the first to love and the first to act. It might’ve been hard to provide for a child as a single father, but their sweet angel was as much theirs as his, a gift to share. 

The first days were rough, none knew how to properly care for themselves, let alone a week old child! It was a slow start, passing a crying baby from one arms to the other without any idea of what to do. It was only until the eldest - Price, Alejandro and König - changed tones and put aside everything else to search up for childcare. In all honestly, they all had years of built up breaks that they rarely used to keep themselves busy to drive away the demons and keep their minds sound. 

Little Jesse was shared between them, they took shifts separated equally to let the others rest or research. Soap, Gaz, Horangi and Rudy naturally fit with Jesse, capable of looking at her when she had her little mood swings and occasional tantrums. Soap and Rudy were prone to watch over her when she felt especially excited, hands grabbing and toothless gum biting, flaying her arms around to grasp at something to tug. Horangi and Gaz were softer, more mellow and made to supervise her when she was dozing off or on the edge of exhaustion, toes and fingers curling to hold someone’s hand to sleep. 

Ghost was a little apprehensive about touching her, fearful that his curse would infect her, that everything he touched died, even the prettiest and most lively flower wilted in his presence. But König, a big and dangerous monster like the Austrian, showed him how even the most dangerous beasts could be a protector and provider. It was a slow process but he eventually made it where he could look at her the same way the others did, a perfect ball of sunshine. 

How could they not love her? When she was the perfect copy of you, taking so many characteristics from you than them. She had the same eyes and nose, the equally bright smile and flushing cheeks and the shade of hair. And as she grew older, they could see your personality shine through her, you gave her as much of yourself as you could, hoping it would quell the heartache and agony.

Jesse was their favourite regret. 

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[blingblong55]

fuck you saying Alejandro and Rudy would listen to lana del rey or graves listening to some new artist only teens know about (hypocrite of me ik)

(my Spanish class is making me write about influential hispanic/latin singers...and I think Alejandro is from the north of Mexico...so..I'll mention lots of singers from that region...)

what about Alejandro who listens to music that his dad would play on the speakers during family gatherings.

Los Tigres Del Norte loud on the speakers of his home as he prepares the meat for the cookout. La Puerta Negra (the black door) because it reminds it of his mum singing over and over and how he adored her voice when he would sit on her lap as a kid. Golpes En El Corazon(Blows to the Heart), when he went through a breakup and got tipsy. Calibre 50, when he wants to be a romantic. Siempre Te Voy a Querer(I'll always love you) plays around his mind when he looks at his pretty wife and kids. Another song that reminds him of his parents would be No Hay Novedad(No news), mainly because of when he was a kid and that song would play over and over during cookouts. Nieves De Enero(Snows of january) when he thinks of his young teen years and for some reason that song reminds him of his first girlfriend. Mi Ultimo Deseo(My last wish)is a song that most men in Los Vaqueros know and love too much for the meaning of the song. Adiós Amor(Goodbye Love) when he and his wife got into an argument and he got drunk, sang this and cried...went home and cuddled her. Hablame De Ti(Tell me about you), reminds him of how flirty he was when he met his wife and how the lyrics are close to what he said. Ariel Camacho was mainly his 20s and the two women he dedicated most songs to and how now they are for his wife. Ramon Ayala would play in cookouts and when he and the Vaqueros get real drunk, they nurse a bottle and play Tragos Amargos and sing with their slurred speech.

A/N: thanking my classmates for the idea ----

Graves, country of course. Texas Sun, when he is driving back home from base and he can finally let the wind hit his face. Coming Home-Leon Bridges, when he is in love and can see the girl he's been talking to again. Wild World-Yusuf/Cat Stevens, when he reminisces on his life and the girl he lost to the life he chose instead of her. Right Down the Line-Garry Rafferty, for some reason he plays it when he's alone and on the long texan road. (I ran out of ideas for him....sorry)

A/N: I'm sorry....I don't know country singers.or songs for that matter but my point still stands

[andy-15-07]

Movie Night

A true love Masterlist

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x reader x Drew Starkey

Summary:A movie night filled with love.

Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist | Playlist

The cozy glow of string lights illuminated the living room as Rudy , Drew , and Y/n settled onto the plush couch, a mountain of blankets and pillows surrounding them. It was one of those rare nights when their hectic schedules aligned, allowing them to indulge in a much-needed movie night together.

Y/n snuggled between Rudy and Drew, her head resting on Drew's shoulder as Rudy draped an arm around her, pulling her close. The scent of popcorn filled the air, a comforting reminder of the simple pleasures of home.

"So, what are we watching tonight?" Rudy asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Drew grinned mischievously, holding up a stack of DVDs. "I brought a few options," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "But I was thinking we could start with something classic, like 'The Princess Bride'."

Y/n's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "I love that movie!" she exclaimed, her smile infectious.

Rudy nodded in agreement, reaching for the remote. "Sounds perfect to me," he said, his voice warm with enthusiasm.

As the movie began to play, the room was filled with laughter and chatter, the familiar lines of the film bringing back fond memories of childhood. Snuggled together under the blankets, Rudy, Drew, and Y/n lost themselves in the magic of storytelling, their worries and cares melting away with each passing moment.

Halfway through the movie, Drew reached for the bowl of popcorn, his hand accidentally brushing against Y/n's. Their eyes met, a silent exchange passing between them as they shared a knowing smile. Rudy glanced between them, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of his two loves.

"Hey, no fair hogging all the popcorn," Rudy teased, reaching across Y/n to grab a handful.

Y/n giggled, swatting playfully at Rudy's hand. "There's plenty to go around," she said, her laughter infectious.

As the movie drew to a close, the room was filled with a sense of contentment, the warmth of their love wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. Drew stretched his arms overhead, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

"That was perfect," he said, his voice soft with emotion.

Rudy nodded in agreement, pressing a tender kiss to Y/n's temple. "Yeah, it really was," he said, his voice filled with love.

Y/n snuggled closer to Rudy, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the two incredible men by her side. "I'm so lucky to have you both," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Drew smiled, his eyes shining with adoration. "We're the lucky ones," he said, his voice husky with emotion.

In that moment, as they basked in the glow of the movie night serendipity, Rudy, Drew, and Y/n knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be: together, bound by a love that defied all odds and stood the test of time.

As the credits rolled, they remained entwined in each other's arms, savoring the simple joy of being together. And as they drifted off to sleep, their hearts full of love and gratitude, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love for each other.