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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 3 months

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Auntie Row

Rowena & Winchester little sister!reader, team free will & Winchester!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Rowena has a soft spot for the Winchester’s little sister, and they get into lots of trouble together (I suck at synopsis, just read the fic it’s better)

Warnings: honestly nothing, time frame makes no sense with reader’s age but 🤷‍♀️

“Rowena, what do you think you’re doing?”

The witch looked up in surprise when the Winchester brothers entered.

“Sammy!” You, the brothers’ six-year-old sister, ran straight to your big brother and giggled when he lifted you into his arms.

“Oh, you’re back,” Rowena said, cringing. “That was quick.”

“Auntie Row is teaching me how to do magic, like Hermione!” You babbled excitedly.

“Rowena…” Dean growled in warning.

“Now now, she’s a growing girl!” Rowena defended herself. “Learning magic is a perfectly natural part of growing up.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Sam scoffed.

“But Sammy!” You whined.

“Nu-uh,” Sam shook his head. “C’mon, it’s about time you had a nap.” He carried you out without another word to Rowena, who huffed dramatically and started to gather her belongings.

“When we said you could watch Y/N—“ Dean began, but Rowena cut him off.

“I know you didn’t mean this, but honestly Dean Winchester, how d’you expect the girl to defend herself if she can’t use magic?”

“She doesn’t have to,” Dean insisted. “We’ll protect her.”

“Oh honestly, you can’t be around her all the time! If she had magic, she could—“

“For the last time Rowena; no.” Dean’s tone left no room for argument.

“Uh, guys.” Sam returned to the room with a slight frown on his face. “Y/N said she wants Rowena to continue her story from last night. She’s refusing to sleep without it.”

“Well,” Rowena smirked. “Duty calls.”

“Hey.” Dean caught Rowena by the arm, and she glared at him. “Magic always comes with a price. I don’t want her to have to pay it.”

Rowena softened.

“I understand, Dean Winchester.”

His grip slackened, and Rowena left to go to you.

…

“I have a little something for you,” Rowena said as she stepped into your room.

“Can we finish the story?” You asked.

“Of course, sweet girl, of course. But first, I want to show you something. You remember that cursed necklace from the story? The one that protected the witch from the angry mob?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded excitedly.

“Well, I think it’s time it protected someone else.” Rowena grinned, unclasping the necklace that was hidden behind her shirt and carefully putting it on you.

“Really?” Your eyes went wide as you stared up at the witch.

“Yes. That will protect you from anyone who wants to harm you. That way you don’t have to use any magic, just like your brothers said.”

“Thank you, Auntie Row,” you breathed sincerely, reverence painting your tone as you admired the glowing red jewel.

Rowena leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“You’re very welcome, sweet thing. Now, let’s finish that story, shall we?”

…

“Kiddo, please, it’s just for a few days,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you still wouldn’t let go of his leg and continued to cry. “Mary’s gonna take good care of you, I promise.”

“I could really help you guys on this one,” Mary argued.

“She needs someone to watch her,” Dean reasoned.

“And why am I the automatic choice?” Mary countered.

“You two are not helping,” Sam said through gritted teeth as he picked you up, letting you lay your head on his shoulder. He hated Mary’s distance from you; you were John’s, but not hers. He understood her reason for not getting close to you, but you were just a little kid, and you didn’t deserve that. Sam just rubbed your back, still trying to soothe you as you continued to sniffle.

“If you boys needed help, you could’ve just asked.”

The three adults turned in surprise at the sound of Rowena’s voice.

“I mean honestly, it’s not like I haven’t babysat before.”

Dean was hesitant. “I don’t know if—“

“Sounds like a plan,” Mary said, going to grab her duffel. She tossed over her shoulder, “now I can help on the hunt!”

“Am I gonna stay with Auntie Row?” You asked Sam, your eyes wide and pleading.

“I…yeah honey, you are,” Sam sighed.

“Yay!” You grinned, wiping your tears away and squirming in Sam’s grip.

“Ok, ok,” Sam chuckled, lowering you to the ground so you could run to Rowena for a hug. “It’s probably best that you guys don’t stay in the bunker.” Sam directed his next words at the witch holding his little sister. “The bunker’s system still goes a little wonky with a witch inside, so one of your safe houses is probably a better idea.”

“That works for me.” Rowena grinned. “How would you like to go to Paris, sweet thing?” She asked you.

“This is a horrible idea,” Dean sighed. But he still grabbed his bag and headed out to Baby anyway.

…

“We’re back!” Sam called as he stepped into the bunker.

“Sammy! De!” You squealed, running to your big brothers and reaching them just as they came down the stairs. Dean scooped you into his arms and held you tight, comforted to see such a happy sight after such a grueling hunt.

“Hey, what’s this?” Sam asked, noticing your outfit.

“Auntie Row took me to shops in Paris, and we got a lot of clothes!” You babbled excitedly as Dean let Sam pull you into his arms.

“You’re spoiling her, Rowena,” Dean chuckled, no longer quite so hesitant about the witch now that he saw how happy you were.

“And she deserves every bit of it,” Rowena said.

…

“Ow!”

“I’m sorry darling, but you must sit still!”

“What’s going on in here?” Sam asked curiously as he stepped into your room to see you and Rowena sitting in front of your vanity.

“I’m trying to do her hair, but she won’t stop squirming,” Rowena explained, running a little pink brush through your hair.

“It’s all knotty!” You whined.

“Well it won’t be in a minute,” Rowena said.

Sam just smiled as he watched you, finally getting experiences that you’d never had before; motherly experiences.

The more he watched, though, the more he noticed how much you were squirming, and how much you seemed to be whining.

“Hey, you seem kinda grumpy, kid. Did you get a nap today?” He asked, coming to stand beside you and Rowena.

“Yeah,” you sniffled.

“You’re kinda pale,” he muttered under his breath, getting on one knee and reaching the back of his hand out to touch your forehead. “Jeez kid, you’re burning up.”

“She’s ill?” Rowena put the brush down and turned your chair around so you were facing her, repeating Sam’s gesture and checking your temperature. “She is quite hot.”

“Hey, let’s get you into some pjs, ok?” Sam suggested, lifting you into his arms. “You should get some sleep.”

“I already had a nap!” You insisted, squirming in Sam’s arms.

“Hey Sammy, I think I found us a case,” Dean said, stepping into your room. “Something wrong?”

“She’s got a fever,” Sam sighed. “You should go without me.”

“Oh nonsense,” Rowena spoke up. “Just leave her with me.”

“I don’t want to leave her when she’s sick,” Sam argued.

“Oh she’ll be fine,” Rowena insisted. “I’ll give her some herbs and she’ll be out like a light, she’ll sleep until you get back.”

“I don’t know…” Sam sighed.

“How about this,” Rowena said. “You put her to bed, and leave once she’s asleep. I’ll watch over her, and I’ll call you if she worsens.”

“Alright.” Sam looked at you. “Is that ok kiddo?”

You nodded sleepily, suddenly not so eager to fight another nap.

“Sammy, my tummy hurts,” you whimpered.

Sam nearly melted at this, more reluctant than ever to leave you.

“I know sweetheart, c’mon let’s get you into some pjs and then you can go to sleep, ok?”

Sam helped you get dressed while Dean packed for the hunt. It didn’t take long to have you tucked into bed, and you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Sam lingered in your doorway, unsure about leaving you like this.

“She’ll be fine,” Rowena soothed the Winchester brother. “She’s asleep, and I’ll call you if anything changes.”

“Alright,” Sam sighed, grabbing the bag that Dean had packed him. “Just…take care of her, ok?”

“Always,” Rowena responded.

And she did. When the Winchester brothers returned, your fever had broken and you were resting on the couch with Rowena, some cartoon playing on the tv.

“Hello boys,” she greeted when she saw them.

“Hey kid.” Sam went straight to you, brushing your hair away from your face. “Are you feeling any better?”

Rowena went to speak to Dean while you answered Sam with a distracted “yeah,” continuing to watch your cartoon.

“Her fever broke,” she explained to him. “I think it’s best if she rests a bit more, though.”

“Thank you, Rowena,” Dean said sincerely. “She really seems to like you.”

Rowena smiled. “She does, doesn’t she?”

…

“Did you have fun?” Sam asked you.

You nodded, finally pulling your gaze from the cartoon.

“Yeah, I like Auntie Row!”

Sam smiled softly.

“I’m glad.”

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 11 months

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WE ARE NOT SEEING ENOUGH OF MIRAGE GUYS

So I'm taking matters into my own goddamn hands-

Meeting Mirage ;)

Either Noah or Mirage might be a little OOC, but I'm giving it a shot

Takes place after the movie, with fem pronouns

Enjoy!

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Dude, where the hell are you?

Y/N was currently sent a page to Noah, her best friend of 3 years. He was suppose to pick her up from work, as her car broke down and is still getting fixed at the mechanics, but it was well over 20 minutes and he still hasn't showed. He was suppose to be there at 7:30, and now it's almost dark.

I'kl be there in 10 minutes! Domething just csme uo

Several typos, whatever the hell is happening over there is really making him either rush or panic... actually those are both kind of in the same sense.

Letting out a sigh through her nose, Y/N quickly typed out a response.

Yeah, yeah. Better keep to your promise, Sonic.

Not even letting him respond, the H/C-nette shoved the device into her coat pocket. Sure it may be the beginning of the summer, but she get cold easily.

And I mean very easily.

"Man, I really need a hot shower right now."

10 minutes breezed by quickly, seemingly in a blink of an eye. About to page Noah again, Y/N stopped in her tracks when a honk sounded in front of her.

Looking up, her eyes widen in complete surprise at the image in front of them. Her best friend, Noah Diaz, in a fucking Porsche. Well, it looked like it seen better days, but still.

"Yo, you gonna get in or are you just gonna stand there looking so surprised?" Noah shouted from inside the car, a smug look on his face.

Snapping out of it, Y/N got inside the car, buckling in her seatbelt.

Once the seatbelt clicked, Noah started the car onto the route back to Y/N's apartment complex. 5 minutes in and the two are making small talk and all that before Y/N asked him a question.

"So, what happened?"

"Hm?"

"To the Porsche. Looks like Frankenstein's monster."

Noah let's out a small chuckle at the comment, "Oh uh, some guy sold it to me for a good price. Because it was all banged up and stuff. Couldn't even start."

"When did you get it?"

"Got it 2 months ago, still has some kinks that need to be fixed. But we've made some progress." He patted the dashboard in a comforting way, a somber smile on his face.

"2 months ago? Weren't you in Perú during that time? Also is Reeks helping you fix the car?"

"Yeah. I think I made a pretty good decision going there..also Reeks is just helping me get the parts, I'm mainly doing the fixing."

"Mm, pretty good job so far. I could help with the paint job? The blue and silver seems to be fading out, but I think it a fresh coat will make it look gorgeous."

After she finished that comment, the car felt like it heated up a little. Not too much to notice, but just enough.

"By the way, what did you do in Perú again?"

"Oh, to study for a job I was doing..got to see some of the landscapes and all that..and nearly died-"

"What was that?"

"Wha-nothing! Don't worry about it at all."

A silence fell between you too, an awkward silence to be exact. He's a little more fidgety than usual.. probably from exhaustion. It's something he does whenever he's very tired. Man, he must be more exhausted than usual.

"Sorry I called you so late, like right after your new job and stuff. It must be tiring."

"Nah I don't mind, you're my best friend after all. Just returning the favor when you babysat Kris last minute." Now Y/N absolutely loves Noah's family. First time she met them, it felt like a bond just, instantly clicked within. So from that day on, she makes a little time out of her day just to visit the Diaz family, especially Kris. He was so sweet, and like the little brother she never had. So whenever Noah or his mom were busy, she babysits him, and brings some food so they can enjoy together.

"I don't mind babysitting Kris at all. He's like a little brother to me anyway."

"Yeah, that's Kris. Best little brother I could ever ask for." A soft smile comes to his face, maybe he should bring some food from that burger joint his family likes, before he goes home so his mom doesn't have to cook tonight.

"Yeah..Hey do you mind if I put in my playlist?"

"Go for it."

Grabbing a mixtape from her pocket, she inserts it into the slot right above the radio, turning the knob to hear what was currently playing.

The familiar rhythm of Virgen by Adolescent's Orquesta brings a smile to your face, increasing the volume as one of her favorite songs plays through the car. Every so often, she would sing along to the lyrics, taping her fingers against the door.

What Y/N didn't know, was a certain Autobot mech was observing her in the passenger seat mirror, noticing the small things about her that seemed to have caught even more of his interest. The moment she got in the car, Mirage had to admit, she was PRETTY. And the compliments she said? Wooo that was feeding his ego.

And she was drop-dead gorgeous, in his optics, he doesn't even know her one bit and he's on his knees just from the sound of her voice. Oh her voice, don't even get him started on her voice. Most purest thing he has ever heard since he had stepped foot on Earth. Got her filling his tanks with a fluttery feeling, or as Noah sometimes likes to refer to, butterflies. What a weird thing to say. (Ngl, I head cannon Mirage to fall in love FAST)

After those few thoughts, the mech started observing her other features. Her eyes, hair, lips, cheeks, hands, even the smallest of moles/freckles that were dotted across her face. Oh and when her smile plastered her face, Mirage felt his spark beat faster.

She was a beauty, a beauty in her own category..

Sadly he wasn't able to admire her much longer, as they stopped in front of her apartment, the sky now completely dark. About to open the car door, the lock clicks, preventing Y/N from getting out. Thinking nothing of it, Y/N goes to unlock it, but it keeps repeatedly locking itself. With a huff, Y/N turns to Noah.

"Dude can you stop that shit?"

"It's not me I swear! Li-like I said, Mir-! The car was all banged up when I got it, still got a few bugs in it.." And as subtly as possible, kept kicking right above the pedals. Not to harshly, but to get the message across to stop messing around.

Finally after what seemed to be forever, the car doors unlocked, with Y/N getting out of the car, making sure to grab her tape. Running a hand over the hood, not noticing the shudder of metal, Y/N waves goodbye to Noah before entering her building, already getting excited for her hot shower.

When Y/N was out of sight and earshot, Noah turned to the radio, somewhat pissed.

"Mirage, what the hell was that??"

"Whaaaat? I did nothing wrong. Also, ouch. Do you have to kick me that hard? I'm still recovering y'know." You could hear the teasing smile on his face, pulling the recovery card whenever.

"Mirage you can't do that."

"Why not? Not like she noticed anything."

"You just can't!"

"Aww but I wanna keep admiring la angel bonita un momento más."

"..what."

"I wanna keep ad-"

"I know what you said, but, seriously?"

"You gotta introduce me to her one day, Sonic."

"Mirage she's going to freak out!"

"Mm but what are the chances she won't? Pleaseeee? I won't stop bothering you unless you say yesss~" He coos in a sing-song voice.

"Nu uh, ain't happening. Just because you're acting like a kid doesn't mean you're getting it."

"Fine. But whenever you give her ride home, I'll just keep locking the doors."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Noah leaned back into the recliner, pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration. Whenever Mirage says he'll do something, he will follow through. He's ambitious like that. So either; Stay with the no but have Mirage be a brat for who knows how long, or, just get it over with.

"Sooo..Is that a yes?"

He was quiet for a bit, before letting out a sigh,"Fine, fine! Yes, it's a yes."

"Hell yeah, baby! Oh I already have so many places to meet up for dates-"

"DUDE."

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So that concludes my first post! I like how this (somewhat) turned out, but it's a first. I've made some edits to this and the second part will be out soon, so I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting!

Part 2 here!

#rotb mirage x reader #rotb mirage #hes so bbg fr #wanna kiss his dumb cute face so much #transformers #transformerstheriseofbeasts #x reader #first post #transformers x reader #mirage x reader #bayverse

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octopiys · 11 months

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I’ve got another quote if you want to use it!

Fuck me like one of your French men, wait no I fucked that up. Paint me like a french whore, nope not right either. Fuck it just call me a slut and be on your way

It’s actually from me this time! Have a lovely time zone!

🪶

YES 🪶ANON YOURE BACK THANK YOU I HOPE YOURE ALSO HAVINF A LOVELY TIME ZONE

COD Incorrect Quotes(plus things my friends have said)

Gaz, to Alex: awww look at Price and Nik. they look like...

Gaz: little... eggs in a basket.

Alex: what-?

Horangi: come here König, we're having a threesome.

König:

Everyone else:

Horangi: ....I didn't mean it like that.

Soap: everyone knows Ghost has giant tits.

Soap: he wears a bro.

Gaz: ...everyone does not know that.

Soap: fuck.

Ghost after watching Soap apply gun grease like he did in the trailer: fuck me like one of your French men. Wait no I fucked that up-

Ghost: paint me like a French whore- no, that's not right either-

Price:

Ghost, dying inside: fuck it, just call me a slut and I'll be on my way.

Farah, after reading 50 Shades: it is a love story!! If-

Farah: if you look over all the bdsm sex...

Makarov: gimme your phone or else I'll bomb your house

Yuri: again???

Graves: the Masked Simger is the downfall of America

Alejandro: how many times do I tell you to get the fuck out of my base-

Gaz: you know, if we were in a movie, we'd be lesbians in love.

Alex: ???

Ghost: my dad was like Bon Jovi, but worse-

Valeria: I don't know how to express this, but if I'm not sleeping with your mother, then I will NOT sleep next to her.

König: Roze, you know what pisses me OFF?

König: when people try to be FAKE REDHEADS. It pisses me THE FUCK OFF.

Ghost, in the hospital: stop, that hurts, I've got a bad arm!

Soap: and I'VE got a bad EMOTIONAL state!

Ghost:

Soap: so... so you should probably start being nice to me.

Price, after Soap made him listen to Tili Tili Bom: they sing that to Russian children!?

Price: that's probably why Makarov is so fucked up in the head.

Nikolai, who just wanted a peaceful morning:

Roach: ayo can you hand me my nutty buttys and my crack-

Price: Ghost, you cannot hate Gaz for no reason than to just say you hate him.

Ghost: goddammit.

Ghost:

Ghost: can I hate Soap instead?

Soap: come ON-

Rodolfo, trying to go on the next mission after Borderline:

Alejandro, shoving him back down: Jesus said go back to bed, you Have Not risen

Ghost: did I tell you the one time I got babysat by an iguana?

Gaz: everything I learn about you is against my will.

Laswell: don't call me a whore, I identify as a slut, bitch.

Graves, angrily: if you weren't you, and you were some creepy fifty year old man, I'd pound you!

Graves:

Los Vaqueros:

Graves: I... I didn't mean it like that-

Alejandro: I told you to GET OUT-

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neoarchipelago · 11 months

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Madripoor High (Part 5)

A/N: I'm actually enjoying writing this so FUCKING MUCH.

Warnings: Adult content, just to be safe.

Noisy. Loud. God. The bed felt nice. You opened your eyes, submitting yourself to a torturous light of day. Shit. You stretched out, feeling a slight ping of pain on your neck. You frowned, your hand slowly meeting the skin. Shit.

You rose to your feet, obviously you were alone. You walked to the bathroom looking at your neck in the mirror. Tiny bruises. It was ok. Nothing blue or bad. They looked more like hickeys. You sighed. Could be covered by make up.

"Y/N?"

You slightly jumped. Shit.

"Coming!" You called, fuck… your voice was hoarse.

You grabbed the robe, putting it on, making sure the collar fit around your neck. Taking a last glance in the mirror you stopped out, smiling up at Soap.

"You up already?" He smiled.

"Well y'all are making an awful lot of noise." You teased.

"Sorry about that. Price is making a little briefing, they're leaving early, What happened to your voice?" he said.

"Oh… screaming yesterday and I probably caught a cold with Valeria's poor choice of clothing."

"Come on!" He said, nodding his way towards the living room.

Shit. You sighed but followed anyone. You walked into view. Eyes glancing around the room as everyone sat or stood around the small coffee table. You glanced at the lieutenant, his eyes barely gazing at you for a second before looking away. Welp. This was going to be awkward.

"You cold?" Valeria asked.

"Yes." You said.

She squinted her eyes, tilting her head with a nasty smirk. You simply rolled your eyes. You sat down near Soap while you listened to Price. You weren't exactly paying attention. You wanted to go back to bed. You mostly got that everyone was going back to base, that they were haunting down some higher ups and that it was your task to find out who 'snake' was and their link to Echo. You nodded.

"You'll be driving back with Soap, Tracker." Price said, smiling at you.

"Oh, I lost my babysitter?" You teased looking at Soap.

"Sad that I'm your new babysitter?" He teased back.

"Absolutely not. You and I are going to have so much fun…" you answered with a mischievous tone and smile. He visibly swallowed.

"Oh can I be babysat too?" Valeria asked.

"You already got a babysitter!" You mocked, leaning back on the couch, throwing your head back to look at her.

"Oh… what's that on your neck?" She teased.

Your blood ran cold as you straightened yourself.

"Are those hickeys?" She teased again, stepping closer to the couch.

"Nope. Bruises." If you said the truth. She'd take it as you masking 'her truth' which, you knew, was the only truth to her.

"You fucking with me! Those are hickeys!" She teased as you stood under the curious gaze of the team. "Is it the lieutenant?!" She yelled as you walked back into the room.

"Absolutely, fucked all night!" You answered sarcastically at her before disappearing out of view.

"Come on! Tell me the truth!" She scolded.

You took a deep breath. Shit. SHIT. You shook your, deciding to immediately head to the shower, get dressed and hide those marks. Your stomach grumbled. Also you were hungry.

Forty five minutes later, you walked out of the elevator, walking to a conference room you had requested so everyone would eat together, away from civilians. Soap was happily walking next to you. You didn't mind spending time with him. His usual cheery self made you relax and actually enjoy the time you spent on this mission. He opened the door for you as you faked a reverence to him before you both walked in. Price asked you to sit next to him as he sat at one hand of the table, the lieutenant on his other side, in front of you.

You sat down, Soap walking to the rest of the team to indulge himself in chatter and jokes. You smiled at them before serving yourself some tea and some little things to munch on.

"The marks are gone." You heard.

You rolled your eyes.

"Surprising, isn't it?" You answered sarcastically.

Price remained silent, a little smile on his face. He knew. Of course he did. You sighed, looking at Simon.

"I'm completely fine." You said, honestly.

He looked away, rolling his shoulders uncomfortably.

"Are you sur-" price started.

"I am. Fine." You said again. He sighed.

You and Simon turned back to your plates. Price, him, decided to simply stare at the both of you, pressuring you to say something. You pretend to ignore him. Simon doing the same thing.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked. You faked confusion.

"Nothing happened." You answered, looking up at him before turning to Simon. He looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Lieutenant ?" Price asked.

"Nothing happened Sir." He repeated.

Price sighed, dropping the subject. He simply nodded, turning to his breakfast. You tried to do the same, sometimes sharing glances with Simon, without ever saying a word.

Breakfast passed by in a flash. You found yourself in a car, Soap on the driver's seat as the rest of the team stood outside, their own cars parked next to you. There was a little chatting. Valeria trying to convince Alejandro to let her drive with you and Soap.

"No." He said.

"Cabron." She spat.

You chuckled, sharing an amused glance with Soap. Twenty minutes later, everyone had hopped into a car, driving back to the base, two hours away. Driving with Soap was much calmer, life threateningly speaking, because unlike the Lieutenant, he loved to talk or sing. It made you smile, unfortunately, your mind replayed again and again last night's events.

"Hey, you good?" He asked, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Hm? Yeah. Just… annoyed. This is quite a stressful contract." It wasn't entirely false, but it wasn't the current truth.

"Are you scared to fail?" He asked.

"No." You chuckled. "I'll find Echo. No one can hide eternally. Just… been heavy on me. I've been accumulating contracts without breaks recently." You said, now fully spilling your truth. He seemed to think for a minute before turning to you as he stopped at a red light.

"How about… we don't go to base immediately?" He proposed.

"What?" You frowned, smirking.

"Yeah. Let's go do something you want first." He said again.

"You want to go with me, do something?" You asked, raising your eyebrows as he started driving again. "Aren't you my babysitter?"

"Come on… we're in this together. I trust you. Believe it or not. You don't need a babysitter, you are my frien-... colleague" he said with a smile.

You felt a ping in your heart. This had been happening quite often with this team, something unusual to your usual contracts. Friends. The thought of being friends with Soap, Gaz, Alejandro… Simon. It made you… happy.

"Thank you…" you said. "I'd be… honored, to be counted as your friend." You answered honestly. His smile grew wider.

"Come on! Let's go do something!" He pressed.

"Fine!" You chuckled. "Let's go shopping together. We'll get snacks and I'll buy some gifts?" You inquired.

"Oh, you want to be a sugar Mommy?" He teased.

"Well, I can literally afford to be anyone. And, I'm sure you want to be my Good boy…" you teased back.

"Ooohhhh" he answered back, as you laughed. "I'm totally going to accept that. I have a rich friend now."

"Are you using me for my money?" You teased.

"No!" He almost looked offended. "Please don't think that." He said, throwing glances at you.

You smiled. "I believe you don't worry. I like to buy things for my friends. One of my love languages is offering gifts." You answered. He seemed relieved.

"Shopping then?" He asked.

"Shopping."

Two hours. The time that was supposed to be spent driving back to base, was spent walking around the mall. Clothes, electronics, coffees and snacks. You had spent the time laughing and joking, Soap actually enjoying trying out things and giving you a show, giving you his opinion on things you wanted to buy. He actually felt bad when he saw you buy a new laptop for him, eyes widening and stuttering. You had reassured him that your Black card could easily take it and that it would make you, so, so happy to treat him.

He almost had tears in his eyes and it warmed your heart to see him so happy. You had enjoyed every second of it, walking back to his car, arms full of bags, little treats for the rest of the team and a bubble tea for each of you. He dropped the bags in the trunks as his phone rang. His face dropped as you stood by, listening. The voice on the other end of the line was loud enough for you to hear the lieutenant loudly asking him 'where the fuck he was'. You sighed, crossing your arms.

Soap apologized, saying you'd be there as soon as possible. What made you frown was the next information. The general was angry at him. Sanctions, rank… you frowned.

"What's this general's name?" You asked Soap.

"Hum… Y/N is asking for… the general's name…" Soap said to the phone. "General Richard Hopkins…"

You smiled nodding at him. Soap hung up, sighing.

"I'm sorry…" you told him.

"Nah. This ain't your fault. I offered, remember?" He said with a soft smile. He pat your head before you both sat in the car, heading to base.

An hour into the drive back, Soap stopped to put some gas. You had happily spent your anger towards anyone hurting your new friend into searching all about Hopkins. You knew everything, up to his latest dentist's appointment to his family members social security numbers. You walked out of his car, waiting for him to put gas before he walked inside to pay. You stood, leaning against his car before you dialed the number on your screen. It rang, once, twice before someone picked up.

"...hello?" The voice asked unsure.

"General Hopkins!" You greeted cheerfully.

"Who's this? How did you get my personal number?"

"Oh, my bad. My name is Tracker." You introduced yourself.

"Of course. I shouldn't be surprised. This is what happens when you trade with a terrorist."

"Ohhh terrorist? That's a bit much." You answered offended.

"You are having fun, making trouble for my Sergeants?" He spat.

"That is exactly what I'm calling you for. I had a little shopping need and your sergeant was a sweetheart and helped me. Therefore I do not accept any sanction towards him." You said, earning a dark chuckle from the man.

"You do not get a say in this." He answered proudly. You took a deep breath.

"Who's Charlotte?" You asked, the line falling deeply empty. "Why are you sending her dick pics while your wife is in another conversation sending you your son's first steps?" You kept asking.

"You little-"

"Isn't there a moral clause in the military? Can't you lose your rank? You'll obviously lose your wife and kids but, losing your rank? The whole base's respect? Also, you're way too old to be acting like a teenage boy in rut." You asked, feeling that familiar feeling of power and giddiness from shutting up men who thought they could control everything.

"You had that information illegally."

"Of course I did. I do not agree that I'm a terrorist but damn am I a criminal. And a good one at that. An anonymous email with enough proof will do." You chuckled. You watched as Soap stepped out of the gas station. "The Sergeant will have no sanction. He will arrive on base and you will thank him for being such an amazing team player and making me feel comfortable with the team." You said, watching Soap start walking towards you.

"Do you think I'm going to let you threaten me?!"

"No. But I think you know that I'll have no problem ruining your fucking life. That whatever you try, whatever you'll think of, you already know, I will ruin your family, your career, your reputation. In a blink of an eye." You finally said. Soap was getting to close for comfort for you to remain on the phone for this conversation. "I'll see you later. Richard."

You hung up, Soap sending you a questioning gaze. Hopefully he didn't hear anything. You smiled before asking him if you could go. He agreed before you hopped back in the car.

The last hour, you could see, even through Soap's facade, the anxiety peaking. You smiled at him, trying to reassure him. Unfortunately, when you entered the base and when he finally reached the parking of the barracks, he flinched at the sight of Price and Ghost standing, waiting, arms crossed.

"Shit." Soap cursed.

"Breathe. You're fine." You said, not an ounce of doubt in your voice.

You both stepped out, slowly walking to the two men.

"Sergeant." Price started. "Could you explain?"

"I wanted to go shopping." You answered before the Mohawk boy could. "He kindly agreed to take me. Such an amazing man." You said with a smile.

"Do you understand how much trouble he is in?" Ghost hissed. "He had orders-"

"Taking back the mean criminal terrorist to base?!" You snapped. "Were you worried I'd run off with your little sergeant? Or was it that you wanted to be the one to handcuff me?!" You spat.

"Please, both of you, lower your voices." Price said, glancing behind Ghost.

You turned to see a man, highly decorated, walking to your small group.

"Gentleman." He greeted.

You recognized the voice. You didn't need to hear the three men greet their general.

"Sergeant McTavish." He started.

"General-" Soap tried.

"Thank you for helping Tracker with her errands. It's nice to see a good team player." Hopkins said, hiding extremely well his anger and rage.

The rest of the group looked taken aback but Soap thanked his general. Hopkins turned to you nodding your way before bidding his goodbye. You stared at him all the while he walked away, before you, yourself started turning towards the car to go grab your bags.

"Y/N-" Price started.

"Do not, EVER think, I'd get him into trouble!" You spat towards Simon. He hadn't spoken. But you were angry at him. Was it truly because of the last five minutes? Or the fact that he didn't talk to you. That he was avoiding you. Was it... affecting you?

"I know that you have a poor opinion of me, but don't you dare think so low of me." You finished, throwing him a last glare before turning towards the car.

You had retracted to your room. You took your bags, giving Soap his own and the ones with little treats for everyone. You laid on your bed, feeling exhausted. You felt… weird. Many things were running through your mind. You were frustrated. A soft knock on your door made you close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you let out a little 'come in' while sitting back up and jumping to your feet.

Soap's head peeked through a gap in the doorway. You smiled kindly at him as he entered, closing the door behind him.

"Yes darling?" You asked affectionately.

"Thank you. You didn't have to. I'm used to trouble" he chuckled, going straight to the point.

"I don't doubt it." You chuckled as well. "But this is different. Unlike you, pretty much everyone thinks of me as an enemy. I am a momentarily weapon to get to a goal. As soon as they're done using me, I'm just another threat to take down." You explained.

"Y/N…" he tried.

"It's ok. I don't expect any less. But for you it's different. They don't want you befriending me." The reality hit you, sadness slightly tainting your brain. "You are a great soldier, in an amazing, irreplaceable team. But they can't afford to have you tainted with my… evilness." You tried with a fake smile. "They will sanction you. Perhaps heavily even, to make you an example for anyone else." You finished softly.

Soap didn't say anything. Seconds after, he rushed to you, taking you in his arms. You were a bit in shock, but you hugged him back, your head on his shoulder, looking at the wall.

"You don't do things by the rules… and neither do we to be honest. But… you are a good person." He said. You huffed a laugh. "You are." He added.

"Thank you Soap." You whispered.

"Johnny." He clarified, separating.

"Johnny?" You asked confused.

"Yeah, LT calls me that, usually i don't let anyone else call me like that but you are worthy!" He chimed happily.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

"Alright. Thanks Johnny. I will however refrain from calling you that in front of your LT. I'd like to avoid fighting with him again." You finished in a grumble.

"Ah don't worry. He likes ya!" Soap beamed.

"I think I'm going to press 'X' to doubt." You joked.

"What..?" He asked, confused.

"A gaming reference. Don't worry." You winked, earning another wide smile from the Scot.

"Would you like some dinner?" He asked.

"Ah not yet. I'm not hungry but I'll get a snack at some point." You answered with a reassuring smile.

He sighed, but nodded, dropping a kiss on top of your head before exiting your room. You wanted to be alone right now. Perhaps you could even start on your search for this 'snake'. You groaned to yourself before sitting down at your small desk, opening your laptop. That might be exactly what you need to get your mind off of a certain Lieutenant.

You stretched on the very uncomfortable chair you sat on. You were missing your perfect gaming chair in the perfect office you had in your perfect penthouse you owned in Madripoor. You blinked the blurriness caused by the tiredness, taking in the time written on the right corner of the laptop. One in the morning. One fifteen to be exact. Your stomach growled slightly. It was time for that snack. You stood, walking up to the door, very slowly opening it. You glanced out, making sure no one was up. If they were, they were in their rooms and you couldn't see them.

You slipped out of your room, tip-toeing your way to the common kitchen. You decided to turn on as little light as possible. You almost jumped on your way to the fridge, staring inside for something to munch on. Now started the dilemma everyone is familiar with, the usual I'm fucking hungry but nothing in this fridge helps my hunger. You decided on a few avocado toast after seeing it in the corner, feeling lonely and probably dying.

It felt amazing to finally get something in your stomach, you happily danced around until your eyes fell upon something. Like a little dragon attracted by shiny things, you hopped to it. You sat at the counter, dusting off your hands before grabbing the very familiar black combat knife. You took it out of his holster, eying it with fascination. The black blade, the black handle, fit perfectly together. It was stunning. The perfect killing weapon to your eyes.

You let your fingers caress the blade, a soft smile on your lips, reaching the tip where you applied pressure with your index finger. It prickled your fingertip almost instantly, the sharpness needing no actual pressure to break the skin. You bit your lip frowning. You softly put the knife back in his holster, putting it back in his original place. You brought your finger tip to your lips, licking the tiny drop of blood before sinking it into your mouth.

Without actually paying attention you turned to the doorway, falling eye to eye with a mask skull. You didn't jump but a cold shiver ran through you. You dropped the finger from your mouth under his very attentive gaze. He stood, watching you, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, making his strong arms flex. You swallowed before taking a deep breath. There was nothing to be scared or even embarrassed about. You turned back to the counter, grabbing the rest of your toast before turning to him.

"I didn't steal anything." You simply said.

"You knew it was sharp, why did you put your fingers on the blade?" He scolded.

You stopped your chewing. He had been standing there the whole time?! You resumed your chewing before looking up at them.

"Why do you care? Again, I didn't steal anything. Your precious knife is still here." You said. "Now if you'll excuse me." You finished walking past him to dart to your room.

You closed the door rather quickly, feeling like the small room was the only 'safe space' for you in this whole base. You closed your eyes leaning against the door. You stiffened, listening to footsteps behind the door. They stopped in front of your door. You tensed, breath hitching, and heartbeat quickening. For some reason you tried to keep your breathing steady. It was him. Behind your door. You heard the soft caress of a gloved hand against the wood.

As quick as he came, he went, leaving you alone with your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You simply hissed under your breath.

"Motherf-"

The next few days were calm. You and the lieutenant avoided each other but seemed to always find each other's gaze once in the same room. It frustrated you. You were definitely not about to go to him. It didn't matter anyway, right? Right…? You couldn't repeat yourself again and again, somehow this frustration wouldn't go away. You were glad for Soap however, his good mood and jokes always taking your mind off of it for a little while. You had started to see him as a little brother, scolding yourself mentally because you knew that as soon as this mission would be done. You'd leave.

He had accepted to walk you to the showers at night, standing guard for you. You were glad you could avoid asking Simon. The… hum… lieutenant.

However, tonight, Soap had field training with the recruits and wouldn't be back before a good 48h. You decided to wait for the latest hours, around 2 in the morning to slip out of the dorms to the showers. The base was asleep, apart from the round duties. Surely, you could shower in peace.

The barely warm shower felt good on your skin, it seemed to calm your nerves. You had been working non-stop since you were back from the hotel. You had found tiny traces of 'snake', that person seemingly less careful than Echo. You started to wonder if this wasn't the same person.

You groaned, frowning under the water. You needed to clear your mind. Relax. This was no time to think about work. You tried to focus on the way the soap felt on your body as you scrubbed yourself. Or the way the water fell upon your skin. Not about work. Not about the Lieutenant. Not about the way you felt watched-

Wait. What?!

You snapped your eyes open, turning around towards the entrance of the shower, eyes falling upon a man. You stiffened, hiding your body.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" You screamed.

The poor boy scurried away as fast as he could, almost slipping on the way. You rushed out of the shower grabbing a towel to wrap around your body. You walked as fast as you could to the door. You froze on the spot however. Furious eyes gazed upon you, hands holding tightly the boy by the collar.

"Step back inside." He ordered.

For some reason. You didn't discuss it. You watched him walk inside with you, the boy still held by the collar. You kept walking backwards until your back hit the cold wall.

"Lieutenant…" you tried.

You flinched, watching him bring the boy forcefully to the ground on his knees. Your eyes traveled back up, watching how Simon's eyes had dangerously darkened.

"Apologize little cunt." He ordered. His voice kept a low volume. Steady. Not a hiss, not a growl, not a groan. His voice itself, even in a normal tone, promised havoc. The poor boy immediately apologized, stammering on his words. He had visibly paled, his eyes glued to the floor.

"Go. Finish your shower. We'll wait." Simon said before roughly bringing back up the recruit, pushing him towards the door. He threw a last, heavy dark look at you, making you shiver delightfully before he stepped out as well.

What was it. That feeling deep in your chest. You were fucking lying to yourself. The way your pussy clenched around nothing, the way your thighs squeezed together. His gaze, his voice… he had turned you on. You shook your head, hurrying to finish your shower.

Ten minutes later, you stepped out, fully clothed, wet hair tied in a bun. You fell upon a still furious Lieutenant, eyeing the recruit as he tried to remain stable, arms shaking, doing push ups.

"You done?" He asked you. His voice remained in the dangerous, sexy level he had spoken before, making you unable to answer properly. You simply nodded.

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked.

"I… you didn't want to talk to me. Not since…" you cleared your throat. "Doesn't matter."

"It matters." He simply responded. "Now i got to teach this fucker, and you, to behave."

You frowned. You?

"Get up." He ordered. The poor recruit standing. "Let's walk to the barracks. Tracker. You remain close to me."

You couldn't find it in yourself to brat. You simply sent him a dark look before walking beside him.

The way to the barracks was quiet. You had walked up the stairs, eyes widening as Simon turned left before even reaching your floor. He switched the lights on.

"SQUAD 8. GET UP. ALL OF YOU." He yelled in the hallway.

It was immediate. The sound of people standing and quickly running to put the minimum of clothes on, a t-shirt and some pants.

You stepped closer to the lieutenant, making sure he was the only one who could hear you.

"Ghost. What are you doing?" You asked.

He didn't answer. He turned back to the hallway which was quickly filling up with recruits who stood to attention in front of him.

"OUT. EVERYONE." He barked again.

The recruits jogged out, the poor boy at the head of the line as you kept walking next to Simon.

Outside he made them line up. You felt cold. You hadn't expected to end up in the cold for so long. He noticed. He angrily shook off his tactical vest, throwing it over your shoulders, earning a dark look from you. In a swift motion he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up to sit on top of a very known wall. You had barely time to grab his shoulders as you yelped.

"LISTEN UP. THIS IS CADET WILLIAMS. YOU SHALL THANK HIM FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT." He snarled.

You felt yourself feeling guilty once more. Shit. And the punishment started. Push ups, burpees. You kept eyeing him. He was tense. Incredibly tense. And watching the cadets running, huffing, out of breath wasn't helping for a second. He had enough. You watched him roll his shoulders, stepping closer to the cadets. Close combat training. You closed your eyes, completely baffled by his actions.

You watched him tightening his gloves, motioning for the first boy to step closer. You could visibly see the defeat in the boy's eyes. And he fought. Bringing to the floor one after the other, sometimes making you wince under the sheer force he was using. It was starting to get unbearable. You felt your own anger rise. He noticed. Of course he did. He ordered them to fight each other as he walked to you.

His breathing was barely faster. You could see his skin glistening with sweat. The way your body reacted only made you angrier.

"Why are you doing this?!" You whispered-yelled to him.

"I'm punishing my soldiers for being a pervert." He said in the same tone.

"By punishing his whole squad??" You growled.

"Exactly. If I punish only him, he'll think it's worth the pain to get to view a pretty ass under the shower." You blushed at the comment. "If I punish his whole squad he knows he'll be the black sheep of the group. That his own teammates will despise him and his actions as they reflect on everyone. I can assure you. He, or his team, will never try it again." He explained, voice calm but still dark. You opened your mouth before shutting it again. "And I know you hate seeing them punished." He finished.

You glared at him.

"That. Is your punishment for going against direct rules given by Price." He said. You rolled your eyes. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He growled dangerously.

You didn't answer. But you wished you did. He immediately turned to the recruits, making you gasp.

"LISTEN UP. YOU'RE ALL ON EXTRA DUTIES FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS."

You jumped off the wall, running to him.

"Ok OK! I'M SORRY!" You yelled.

He looked down at you, satisfied look in his eyes, before chuckling darkly. You pouted, crossing your arms.

"BACK TO BED." He finally rang, making you sigh with relief.

You walked behind him, up the stairs. He slowed down grabbing your arm, pulling you in front of him. You threw him a dark look before walking up the stairs. You didn't stop, climbing all the way up to your own barracks. He was close behind, having quickly checked that everyone was in bed. You pushed the door open, fury coursing through you.

"Where are you going?" You heard.

You stepped into the kitchen, crossing your arms. You turned to him as he walked in.

"You, sir, are a dickhead!" You spat.

He flinched, also crossing his arms.

"I warned you. The first time you stepped into that shower. These boys haven't seen any in a long while. You are a sweet candy plastered on a plate for them." He scolded again.

"Oh really? Is that thought from them or from you?" You provoked.

Silence fell. You felt guilty as soon as the words left your throat. You remembered his past. His fear of his own behavior. You felt horrible.

"I have been nothing but decent with you." He let out in a monotonous tone.

You sighed, closing your eyes.

"Yes you have… you're right. You've been more than decent. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it…" you apologized.

"Not more than decent…" he said.

You opened your eyes, confusion filling you.

"Yes you have. What do you mean?" You asked.

"I… choked you. In the middle of the night." Obvious guilt tainted his words. You couldn't help but sigh. You stepped to him, watching him freeze on the spot. You slowly grabbed his hand, raising it to your neck, wrapping it softly around it. He remained still the entire time. You looked up at him.

"You had a nightmare. I startled you awake. It was my fault. You reacted accordingly to your training. Your current feelings. I do not. Hold it against you." His eyes didn't leave yours, his hand applying absolutely no pressure on your neck. "I'm fine. I'm not angry. I'm not scared. I'm annoyed that you ignored this conversation. But I'm not holding it against you." You finished. It took a few seconds for him to say anything.

"You had bruises…"

"Had worse ones before. Not even painful."

"I scared you…"

"Spur of the moment, I wasn't expecting it."

"I… held onto you."

You smiled softly. "You did. I started it though."

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." His thumb caressed the side of your neck.

"It's fine Simon." You let out, grabbing his full attention. "We all have nightmares. We're all fucking broken and fucked up. We've all been through traumatizing shit. We all need to be held. And that's ok." You soothed.

You remained like this for a little while. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his gloves around your throat, simply laying there.

"You're still a dickhead though…" you mumbled with a teasing smirk.

"You fucking brat…" he answered with the same teasing tone. You chuckled, opening your eyes as he lowered his hand.

"Don't ever go to the showers alone. Do you understand?" He said, his usual commanding tone back. You sighed, annoyed. "I am serious Y/N." You looked up, surprised by your name on his lips. "It's dangerous."

"Dangerous…?" You repeated. He stepped even closer.

"Yes. Dangerous." He repeated as well.

You frowned before understanding his words. You sighed but nodded, looking up at him through your lashes. He nodded his head as well.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight tracker." He said.

"Good night Lieutenant." You answered.

He turned around, walking away.

You wanted to say something more. Anything. Tell him you can hold him anytime he needs. Before you found the courage to speak, he walked out of sight.

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You are an obsesión

pairing: dark!dave york x dark!f Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: You are obsessively in love with your neighbor, Dave York. He's perfect, but you know he's a psycho. You're no better.

Rating: M

Warnings: dark!Dave, dark!Reader, unspecified age, oral sex, blowjob, deepthroating, fingering, squirting, unprotected PiV, size kink, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, cheating. If I miss smt send me a pm

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

You've always been in love with your neighbor, Dave York, the seemingly perfect man, the perfect father, the perfect husband, but you know he just pretends to be and you don't mind his true side, his dark side.

You knew he was spying on you, once you caught him peek out from his window, since that moment you decided to tease him once wearing a skimpy outfit, once wearing a complete intimate too succinct, one more time you decided to masturbate knowing he was spying on you.

You could feel his eyes on you, and it turned you on even more.

When you met him with his daughters in the driveway, he was polite and kind, he pretended to be innocent, his daughters loved you, you babysitted 'em from time to time, his wife was the sweetest woman you ever met, but she was always there for him and that was a huge problem for you and your idea.

You wanted him, at least once.

You needed him.

You decided to send her a fake mail in which you invited her and their family to a SPA far enough from home. He wouldn't go with them, and you knew, he must work, you heard.

The last time you babysitted his daughters, you installed a Trojan virus onto their system. So, you were always with them.

You saw his wife and their children go away and you knew the time to act was that.

You went to his house and pretended to go there babysitting his daughters. You knocked twice and a minute later, he opened the door. He looked surprised, you fascinated by his brown eyes, his husky voice, and that smile.

You returned the smile, "Hello."

"What can I do fo'you?" he asked with a polite and innocent smile.

"Well, you wife asked me to come for your girls," you said pretending to be innocent.

"Uhm, well-- they're not here." he replied opening the door.

You took a surprised expression, "Really?! Oh, that's weird, she's so punctual,"

He pressed his lips together thoughtful; he looked you in the eye and you returned his gaze.

If it was up to you, you’d already jump on him, instead you breathed deeply and tried to look like a good girl.

"Well, uhm-- so I go home," you said turning your back on him.

"Hey, uhm, can I invite you to have a cup of coffee? Inside, if you'd like--"

Ofcourse.

You turned toward him with a little smile. "Yeah, sure."

"Come in." he invited you getting you into the house.

You've been there dozens and dozens of times, most of the time you were with the girls in the kitchen or in their room. When you babysat them, Mr. and Mrs. York were never home and they invited you to make yourself at home, that time being with him alone in his house gave you shivers, shivers with excitement.

You sat at the kitchen island on a stool while he made coffee, "So- uhm-- how are your studies going?" he asked turning his back on you.

"Well, it's tough, but I like it. I mean, studying architecture was my dream as a child so today study all that stuff and dream to build houses one day" he handed you a cup "is one of the most exciting things in the world," you said sipping your coffee and then looking into his eyes, "What 'bout you?" he looked at you cocking his head to one side "What turns you on?"

He grinned, "Quite a lot of things-- my job, family, follow my favourite people on social media, find Trojan and virus in my PC," his grin spread wide "I got here before you and y'know where I work," you smiled knowingly caught in the act.

"D'you mind?" you asked rising an eyebrow.

"Not at all, but y'know everything comes with a price," he answered sitting on a stool next to you.

If you'd been naive, you'd lost your colour, instead you smirked laying your hand on his.

"What d' you suggest?" you provoked him.

"I won't report you, but I want something in return," he replied "And don't look me with those puppy eyes," he added smirking.

"Seems to me you're the one who pretends to be an innocent good guy, but you and I know what you're capable of, don't you?"

He looked you in the eye, he lost his smile, "What d' you want? Are you blackmailing me?"

You shook your head, "No, but maybe we could make a deal," you said blinking and smiling to him.

"I'm all ears." he said frowning. "I know, you love looking," you said, and you noticed he held his breath "Maybe you haven't noticed it, but I saw you stare at me through the window, I know you like me and--"

He held his breath barking, "Stop!"

You looked him in the eye and observed as his face turned from taut to amused. "Did you like it?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes." you replied feeling your heart beating fast.

Oh, you loved the dimples in his cheeks.

"Show me," he told you getting up from the stool and taking your hand.

"If you're trying to screw me over, your wife will know, oh yes I'll make sure she knows," you tell him in a whisper "And you know I'm not joking,"

He smiled, "Y'know, maybe you and I are more alike than you and I think,"

"Good," you approached him, and you tried to kiss him, but he pushed you away “Not so fast,” he told you. You cocked your head to the side, “I want to see you, here, on my kitchen island," he said taking a step back, “now don't pretend to be innocent, you naughty girl," he added "touch yourself, I wanna see you,"

You swallowed, but you didn't hold back, it's all so kinky, but damn it turned you on.

Did he want a show? Well, he'd have one.

You took a step back and without looking away from his eyes, you took off your top that barely covered your breasts, leaving you in your bra, you touched yourself and teased your still covered nipples and you saw it, you noticed his reaction, his eyes became two slits, you knew he was holding back, good. You ran a finger along your cunt still covered by your jeans, then you unbuttoned the jeans and lowered the zipper. You never lost sight of his eyes or his expression which was becoming more and more tense, you could see it, you knew these types of shows turned him on, and your arousal grew more and more. You slipped off your jeans, remaining in your underwear, "D' you want to see?" you saw him nod “Me too,” you added with a mischievous smirk.

"That wasn't the deal," he recalled, "ladies first." he added with a little smirk.

"Y'know," you said looking in his eye "I'll make an exception for you,” you grinned.

"I consider it an honor," he replied.

You put your hand in your slip, and you immediately found your wet folds, you closed your eyes and a moan escaped from your lips "Eyes on me," he ordered to you while his eyes became darker. You opened your eyes and masturbate never seemed so good: your object of desire was there in front of you, you didn't have to pretend he wasn't looking at you he was really there, you felt it, you perceived it even if he hadn't touched you yet.

Your finger easily slipped in your folds, while his eyes followed your movements, and his look was enough to make your nipples harder. You stood against the island with one hand, while you gave pleasure with the other. Your breathing became erratic and in the blink of an eye, he reached you and wrapped your hand in his, you almost jumped from that gesture, but it was a moment and you immediately relaxed, leaning your torso on the island, "Let go," he said in your ear and then placed a kiss on your earlobe, along your jaw line, your neck, your collarbone, you moaned deliciously "You little brat," you moaned in response, closing your eyes. He pressed you against the island and then pulled down your panties, you immediately opened your eyes to find his eyes full of lust and finally he kissed you.

It was exactly as you imagined: it was demanding.

His fingers ran along your pubis in a slow and calculated caress and pleasure reverberated even more in you, leading you to close your legs "Open 'em," he ordered you, letting his fingers wander there again and again. "Dave, please--" you sighed laying your hands on his shoulders. He didn't add anything, he wrapped your pussy with his hand, you felt your dripping cunt and you were sure he felt it too. Caught up in ever-increasing arousal, you brought your lips close to his neck, if only he wasn’t married everyone would have known that Dave York was yours! Instead, you were content to lap his neck with kisses or simply lay your moist lips, "Watch out!"

"If I weren't, I wouldn't be here now," you told him between kisses.

"You are soaked, my naughty girl," he said slipping a finger in there making you feel an almost burning heat spreading from your trobbing center throughout your body, oh it was wonderful. The contact with one finger lasted only a short time because soon he added a second and then a third finger, his touch became rhythmic, incessant, tight, you were all a quiver under his touch, you moaned louder and louder until you clearly felt his fingers touch a precise spot inside you that made you see stars behind your eyelids, you tilted your head back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth slacked and you groaned then your orgasm exploded and with it you also felt liquid dripping.

You surrendered yourself against him breathing heavily, "Didn't think you squirted, brat"

"Neither did I," you admitted, it never happened to you in fact. Still with your eyes closed, you felt his hands rest on your naked hips and only then, after your orgasm faded completely, you remembered he was still fully clothed and was very very aroused.

"Now it's your turn," you said biting your lower lip caressing his intimacy throughout its still-covered length, "wow, you're huge, Mr. York,"

"Hope you like it," he said taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissing you, your breaths mingling. Without interrupting the kiss, you unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper and together you lowered his pants. Only then you interrupted your kiss and noticed how big his intimacy was although it was covered, you looked at him for just a moment to seek confirmation in his eyes and then you knelt in front of him and released his erection, it was really huge. It was going to bruise you pretty badly, but it was going to be a pleasurable hurt, you wanted it with all your heart.

You surrounded it with a hand pumping a few times, he was hard and soft at once, like steel encased in velvet, a pearl of pre cum was already on its reddened tip, you observed the scene swallowing, then decided to taste it, he was salty and smooth. "Oh, shit" he whispered closing his eyes surrendering to your pressing caress. You sucked harder, flicking your tongue across the head of his massive erection. You decided to dare, you wanted all of him, you relaxed your throat and took him all of him, all the way down to touching his pubic hair with your nose, "Fuck" he groaned gripping your hair. You sucked harder and harder, "It feels so good," he whispered, you saw his tense expression, his short breath, with a hand in your hair he tried to make you move "I'm gonna come, move over," he muttered, but you in response grabbed his legs forcefully and sucked relentlessly "Oh shit, shit" he came between your lips and you tasted every last drop, "You naughty girl," commented opening his eyes revealing them shiny. You stood licking your lips, "I didn't think you were like that, you know?" he said taking your chin between thumb and forefinger again and kissing you. "Like what?" you asked him, resting your hands on his biceps. "Like this," he said shrugging his shoulders, "you've been here so many times, I've seen you so many times, but I didn't think having you in my hands would make me feel like this," he added wrapping one of your breasts in his huge hand causing you to shudder again and closing your eyes for a moment.

"Are you suggesting something?" you asked with a grin, moving even closer to him.

"If you suck my cock like that, you might as well become my lover," he told you with an equally grin.

"I told you we'd come to an understanding," you said, resting your lips on his.

"I knew you and I were alike, but not to this extent," he said holding you against the kitchen island again, "Be mine," he added giving you kisses along your jaw line and neck.

"I have been yours since I've known you, I've always wanted to be yours," you confessed by encircling his neck with your arms, "make me yours now," you added by wrapping his intimacy in your hand. "I got it," he said making you loosen your grip on his still half hard erection, he placed his hands on your hips and made you sit on the island, you moaned surprised and excited at the same time at the idea of what he would do to you, you thought he was going to fill you up but instead he moved his lips closer to your cunt and shit, you completely abandoned your torso on the surface and let him take control over you again, his tongue and lips sent you into ecstasy as you groaned discomposedly, and then he went to suck your clit and it was amazing, his hands were both on your breasts rolling your nipples between his fingers.

"I'm cumming," you said with a long, sonorous moan, "Fuck," you cursed.

He didn't even let you recover from this orgasm that he pulled you closer and in one move he filled you completely all the way down, making you gasp again, "You're so fucking tight," he cursed and you felt him so deep in you, he remained still for a moment only, a moment during which you both lacked breath and then he took to pumping in and out at an incessant pace, and you felt your orgasm mount inside you again, stronger and stronger.

“I need harder,” you said gasping, hearing your request, Dave held you down by the hips and pushed all the way in, and that's when you felt him completely up to your cervix "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you repeated incessantly as he pushed all the way in, grunting and moaning louder and louder, "Where d’ you want me?" he asked.

"Inside, fill me," you replied between moans, "I have an IUD,"

"Fuck," he cursed, and after a few more thrusts, you felt his cum inside you and partly leaking out.

It took you a while to resume breathing normally, then after a long silent stare you got dressed and erased all traces of what happened between the two of you. You put your clothes back on and it was then he grabbed you by the arm "We're even," he said.

"Never," you replied with a grin, "When will I see you again?"

"Whenever you want," he replied with a smirk.

After those words, you went back to your house and found him there at the window watching you. He would never stop spying on you nor would you ever do so with him.

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nakachuchu · 1 year

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CHAPTER THREE: THE BABYSITTER | Geto Suguru (nsfw)

In the Dark series

SYNOPSIS: You babysit a private school heartthrob's little sisters.

INCLUDES: loss of virginity, fingering, riding, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m), French kissing, hickeys, biting, nickname, finger sucking

READER: female

WORDS: 1.7k

WRITTEN: 01/20/2023

NOTE: Can be read as a stand-alone.

After four weeks at summer camp, you started learning for your driver's license. You already had a permit, so the only thing left was to actually know how to drive. You were a bit of a late bloomer.

Since learning how to drive didn't take up too much time, you babysat for $70 an hour for the rest of the summer. For the price, you had to babysit twin toddlers. Their names were Nanako and Mimiko, and they were both 6-years-old.

They weren't very physical, but you were thankful for that. They liked to do typical "girly" activities. They would play with their dolls, draw, and play family.

They were raised by a single mother who worked every day. Their older brother would come back around five p.m., and by that time, you made $560 in a day.

Their mother would come back an hour later, give you $50 extra along with your payment, then you would wait for your mother to come pick you up.

"Still don't have a car?" he asked as he approached you and slung an arm over your shoulders.

You looked at Geto. "Not yet. I only have a permit anyways, but once I get my license, my mom's giving me her old car."

“So you don't know how to drive,” he teased as he punched your cheek with his hand.

You rolled your eyes. “I do.”

“Uh-huh. I'll drive you home tonight. It's the least I could do since you always take care of my sisters while I'm at football camp,” he said.

“Sure, thanks,” you responded.

Even having Geto near the air you breathed was amazing. After seeing him for the first time on the first night you babysat, you went onto Instagram to find his user. He was too attractive to not have a girlfriend so you wanted to get down to the bottom of it.

He went to the local private college nearby and was friends with your high school quarterback Gojo. That was a twist you were not expecting. Two quarterbacks from rival schools were best friends.

The two of you have gotten friendly with each other since you started babysitting for his sisters two weeks ago.

“I'll be back,” he called out.

“Okay!” shouted his mother. “Thank you for staying late tonight, Y/N.”

“You're welcome!” you exclaimed as he ushered you out of his house by guiding you with his hand.

He unlocked his car and you got into the passenger's seat. He pulled out of his driveway, and during the whole drive, you couldn't help but steal glances at him.

“I can see you looking, ya know.”

“You're just attractive,” you said smoothly.

He glanced at you before looking back at the road. “Hmm. Why don't I teach you how to drive sometimes?”

“You'd do that?” you questioned. “Why?”

He smirked and looked at you briefly. “Because you're attractive.”

He placed his hand on your thigh while he steered with his left hand. His hand didn't leave your thigh for the rest of the ride until he parked on the side of the street by your house.

“You know, you wear really short shorts,” he said as he looked at you.

“Hmm, they're shorts,” you retorted, looking back at him.

“I could see your ass whenever you bent over at my house.”

You grabbed his hand that was on your thigh and moved it higher. “Is that so?”

Before you could even blink, he leaned over, unbuckled your seatbelt, and reclined your seat in one swift move.

"Was that supposed to impress me?" you questioned breathlessly as he cupped your jaw with one hand.

"Just a little. Did it work?"

Your eyes flickered to his lips. "You should find out."

He licked his lips before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. His tongue brushed against your lips and you parted them. His tongue slid in, intertwining with your tongue.

It was a battle as he deepened the kiss. His hand cupped the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair.

You gasped when he pulled you back by the hair and attached his lips to your neck, nipping it with his teeth and sucking hickeys onto your flesh.

Eagerly, your hands slid up his shirt, feeling his toned and hard body before unbuckling his belt. He smiled against your neck as his hands unzipped your shorts and slid them off your legs before using his hands to open your legs.

You moaned as his finger circled your clit. He would trail up and down to your pussy, but never went inside. He could feel how wet you were and it was all from making out with you and biting your neck.

"In the back, Princess," he breathed out.

It took you a moment to understand what he meant, but when you did, you turned around and crawled over the console to the back.

But before you could make it over, his fingers entered your pussy. Your eyes widened and you moaned, nearly slipping.

"G-Geto—"

"Hmm?"

His fingers pumped in and out of you, creating slick noises inside his car. Each time he went in, his thumb would brush soothingly against your ass cheek. His fingers curled against your hot walls, making you clench your thighs together.

"Is this the spot, Princess?"

You couldn't answer. Everything he was doing and saying felt too good.

"You're soaking my fingers," he said softly with a purr.

"G-Geto, I—I wanna suck you off."

His eyebrows raised in surprise as his fingers paused in their movement. He shook his head while chuckling and slide his fingers out of you. You looked over your shoulder and felt yourself getting wet all over again at the sight of him sucking your juices off his fingers.

"Move over."

You moved to the back and he followed after you, sitting against the window as he spread his legs for you. You crawled toward him, leaning down to the fat bulge over his pants.

He could see your ass wiggling in the air. You could smell his cologne and laundry detergent, but most importantly, you could smell raw sex in the air. You unzip his pants and his cock sprung. You were in shock at how fat it was.

You licked your lips before kissing the tip of his cock. His muscles tensed and his fingers tangled into your hair as you began to slowly take his cock into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around his cock as much as you could. You had never done this before. Everything you knew was from watching porn or reading erotic novels online.

He looked at you, nearly cumming from the sight of you sucking him off. Noticing his gaze, you looked up and locked eyes with him.

"Fuck," he grunted.

You took his cock out of your mouth, pressing it against your cheek slightly as you licked it from the side. You kept eye contact with him the whole time.

He chuckled painfully. "I didn't know you were a whore," he said. "Sit on my lap, Princess."

You scrambled to give him some room to sit properly in the back instead of leaning against the window. Then, you crawled onto his lap and hovered above his cock. His left hand held onto your waist.

"Geto," you said quietly.

"Yeah, Princess?"

You pursed your lips for a moment. "I'm a virgin."

He blinked in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

He snorted.

"It's not funny!" you exclaimed.

"I know, I know," he murmured as his finger slipped between your pussy lips.

You gasped and held onto his shoulders as his fingers slid back and forth, flicking against your clit.

"I'll be gentle," he promised.

He removed his fingers and brought them to your lips. You opened them obediently and sucked on them. Now that you were face to face with him, you were shy and embarrassed, and he could sense that. He slipped his fingers out of your mouth and held his cock.

"Ready, Princess?"

"Mhm."

"Might hurt a little," he said as he pumped his cock in his hand, the tip pressing against your pussy. "But you'll adjust. If it hurts too much, let me know."

You nodded, fingers slightly digging into his shoulders.

You held your breath for a moment as he slipped the head inside you. Your leg twitched in surprise. He removed his hand and placed it on your waist.

"Good?"

You nodded.

"I need words, pretty girl."

"G-Good," you replied.

He nodded and used his hands to push you down slowly. You breathed through your nose, toes curling at the feeling of being stretched out.

"Good job," he praised. "I'm gonna start movin', alright?"

You nodded energetically.

Slowly, he began to move you up and down on his lap with his hands. You did your best to help by moving back and forth, and it seemed to help lessen the pain you felt.

You began to pant as you became accustomed to his cock. You reached down to rub your clit as he bounced you on his cock.

"Fuck, Y/N. So fucking hot."

Knowing that he was the first one to fuck you — to take your virginity and pop your cherry — made him feral. On top of all of that, you were his little sisters' babysitter, for fuck's sake. His cock drilled into you, filling up every inch of you the head of his cock hit your walls perfectly.

The car was shaking and the windows were fogging up. The car smelled of sex and the noises were so loud, full of squelching and your moans.

You moaned as you came around his cock, walls fluttering around his fat cock.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted. "Fuck—"

"Inside," you moaned. "Cum inside!"

He groaned. Those words were enough for him, even though he knew the consequences of unprotected sex.

He held your hips still, grinding himself against your clit as he milked himself dry inside your tight pussy. You gasped at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up. His fingers dug deep into your flesh, but the same was true of you.

"I'll teach you how to drive next time," he murmured against your ear.

“You better,” you teased tiredly.

NEXT CHAPTER: DEAD ASLEEP

#jujutsu Kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #Geto Suguru x reader #Suguru Geto x reader #getou Suguru x reader #Suguru getou x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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snootlestheangel · 3 months

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*happy flapping while tearing up* I JUST HAD THE CUTEST FUCKING IDEA

@stuffireadandenjoy some To Love, To Let Go things

First, the actual idea and then it turns into just general thoughts.

Gaz who unironically still listens to My Chemical Romance because, sue him they made good music, okay??

Sometime after she gets used to the boys, Bailey ends up getting babysat by Gaz while Price and Nik enjoy a date night. Gaz has introduced Bailey to his favorite music, and it so happens that MCR kind of dominates that playlist.

She ends up really liking them, and they have little dance parties when he's watching her.

But there's one of their songs she ends up listening to on her own. Famous Last Words simply cause it's an absolute banger but also cause the one line "I am not afraid to keep on living"

Bailey who has spent the better part of the last year of her life terrified and struggling with recovering from some really traumatic things. Bailey who's been through so much and lost everything. Bailey who ends up with a loving family, with a new life that coddles her so she can keep being a kid rather than being forced to grow up way too fast.

Bailey who isn't afraid to keep being a silly kid cause isn't that what she is? Bailey who isn't afraid of the dark anymore. Bailey who isn't afraid to ask for help and to be herself.

She and Gaz just having an absolute blast whenever he's the one "babysitting" her. They put on so many different playlists. There's the one with mostly MCR, there's the early 2000s dance/party music. There's a country playlist put together mostly by Bailey that Gaz secretly enjoys (if only because she knows all the words to every song and gets really into singing along)

Price and Nik coming home to the two of them crashed on the couch, both fast asleep. Price having to take a moment after carrying Bailey to her bed because "when did she get so big?" Price realizing she's finally happy and healthy and he can partially thank his boys.

He can thank his boys because they took their time to help her see and experience good things in life.

Ghost who took the time to sit with her and listen to her special interests. Ghost who took the time to help her research things she's interested in because he remembers a time in his life that any of his interests were stomped under a boot. Ghost who takes the time to teach her important things, like how to defend herself and what to do in certain emergency situations. Ghost who teaches her little things too, like how to sew a button onto a shirt. Ghost who sees a brilliant kid and doesn't want her to be limited. Ghost who sees a broken kid with so much potential and desperately trying to boost her. He's too blinded by the things he saw in Tommy, but it works out. Ghost who wants her safe but knows she's not the same anymore. Ghost who wants her to use what she learns to her advantage.

Soap who took the time to help her confidence. Soap who took the time to find different diets/meal plans she could try to gain some weight back while also keeping her sensory things in mind. Soap who doesn't let her feel guilty for avoiding certain foods because she has a sensory aversion to them. Soap who took the time to remind her of how beautiful her smile is. Soap who took the time to help her care for her hair after months of not being properly cared for. Soap who has thick hair himself and grew up in a family of women that had long, wavy, thick hair. Soap teaching her how to french braid and not letting her be embarrassed for not knowing how. Soap who helped her become confident in her own skin because he remembers a time when he wasn't and how miserable life was then.

Gaz who took the time to show her joy. Gaz who took the time to remind her of the little things. Little things like how a good song can make your day just a bit better. Gaz who helped her weaponize her intelligence (Gaz teaching her how to be sassy basically). Gaz who helped her find peace with the things she lost by helping her see the things she's gained. Gaz being there to remind her that, yes this is cheesy but rainbows look best after a thunderstorm, don't they? Gaz who helped her bring elements of her life before The Incident into her life now. Gaz who is there to help her look back on her family she lost and smile, because while she mourns, they still loved her. She wouldn't be there if it hadn't been for them, and there's beauty in that.

Anyways, now that I've made us both cry, I'm gonna work on typing up actual parts of To Love, To Let Go cause it's actually consuming my soul at this point.

#to love to let go #cod oc #self insert oc #bailey gray: oc #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #nikprice

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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Its 4/20 you know what that meaaaaans

420 headcannons

Nsfw

Warnings: Drug use (duh)

Lets get started

Ghost

This man is a STONER. He smokes weed all day everyday

He likes to dabble into mushrooms as well though he has to be in the right headspace to do it.

He likes to go on camping trips and trip on mushrooms while hes doing the hike in and relaxing listening to the nature and watching the trees move as he lays in a hammock

He prefers hybrid strand of weeds since it balances him out and calms him down.

He keeps a cbd pen on him and uses it after a tough mission or if he really needs to focus

He hates edibles with a passion. He took one of soaps brownies thinking it was a normal brownie and was sprawled out on the couch unable to move completely greened out

He uses a bong or pre rolled joints (gaz rolls them for him

MUNCHIES GALLORE

He has a trio; something sweet, something salty, and chocolate

You can catch him at 3am devouring leftovers, soaps snack stash, anything edible hell eat

This is the grinder and bong he likes to use

Soap

Doesnt smoke as much as ghost and gaz but he does it every other week

He likes sativa because it helps him focus but also puts him in a good mood

BIG ACID TAKER.

He'll trip on acid when he goes to a rave or music festival

When he goes on excursions with ghost to partake in psychedelics he'll drop a tab

He's done all the psychedelic drugs but prefers acid and shrooms the most

Hes a big edible eater he makes THE BEST pot brownies just a perfect amount to where you get high but not green out (only that one time he made them extra strong for him and gaz (ghost stole some and made him green out))

He prefers to smoke joints and edibles

Price

Not a big weed guy but he takes cbd gummies to keep his stress levels down

Accidentally ate soaps pot brownies and sat on the couch staring at the tv while gaz had to babysit him (they put on those child stimming videos to keep him chill)

Used to do coke like crazy in his 20's but stopped when he realized how bad it was affecting his life style

Surprisingly he'll join a smoke session with the kids and just vibe out telling war stories to them

Big joint smoker and gummie taker

He likes hybrid and indicia; the man really just wants ti veg out and not worry about anything

Gaz

Certified babysitter

He's in charge of the snacks and taking care of everyone when theyre high

He smokes pretty much every day and keeps a dap pen on him at all times

Introduced price to cbd gummies

He doesnt like psychedelics at all he tried doing shrooms with ghost and ended up having a bad trip

"Ghost, the purple men are following us"

He likes usuing different strands depending on the day hes having

If he's tired and needs a little boost he'll do some sativa but if he just wants to chill and veg out he'll do indicia

Learned very early on to not mix strands in one day. He ended up greening out and had to be babysat by his friends and keep him calm

JOINT ROLLER SUPREME

This man can roll the most perfect joints in the world

He usually smokes with ghost if he wants to be social with someone

Their smoke sessions are the best. They like to share a blunt watch some bluey and eat ghosts munchie combos

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milarqui · 11 months

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Scarlet Lady: Puppeteer

Directory | Animan

“So, who's stealing Miraculouses today, Manon?” Marinette asked. It was one more afternoon of taking care of Nadja's daughter, and Manon wanted to play Heroes and Akumas again.

“Um... Lady WiFi!” Manon said, picking the doll that represented Alya's Akuma form, before picking another two. “And Rogercop and Evillustrator!”

“And the heroes?”

Manon pointed at her favorite hero dolls.

“You be Marigold and Chat Noir!”

“You never pick Scarlet Lady, Manon,” she pointed out.

“But her doll is so lame,” Manon complained, picking Small Lady up.

Just like the real thing! Marinette thought, smirking. What better way to represent how much Scarlet Lady sucked than making her representation a painted paper bag with a glued ponytail? Well, she could have made it lamer, but there were limits to her talent.

She picked Small Lady and tossed her aside, while she began to prepare for the game.

“So, Hawkmoth, who controls the Akumas, wants the Miraculouses.”

“What for?” Manon asked, curious. And Marinette realized she actually didn't know.

“That's actually never been clear,” she muttered, before deciding on what to tell Manon. “Uh, because then the bad guys... WOULD WIN!”

It didn't look like she was too worried by the idea, though, as she grabbed Small WiFi and Rogersmall and gave the kind of smug grin only a pre-schooler could give.

“Yeah! Gimme your Miraculouses so the bad guys can win!” the girl declared.

You're a little too gung-ho about this! Marinette thought as she picked Chaton Noir and Minigold. She'd better keep her away from Hawkmoth, or they might end up with a tiny minion in the making.

----

A couple of hours later, someone showed her head through the open trapdoor, just as their game was reaching its end.

“Have you been good, Manon?” Nadja asked, and Manon angrily pointed at Marinette with her free hand.

“Mommy, Marinette didn't let me win!” she complained.

Snitch! Marinette thought. Nadja sighed.

“Oh boy,” she said; knowing Manon, this could get out of hand if not properly handled. When Manon approached her, she gently picked up the Marigold doll Marinette had crafted, and admired it for a second before turning to her daughter. “Get your things and give the doll back to Marinette.”

“NO!” Manon yelled. “I'M KEEPING HER!”

And before Nadja could react, Manon grabbed the doll and pulled hard – ripping it apart from the arm she had been holding.

She gasped.

“Oh, Manon, look what you've done,” Nadja chided her daughter. Manon needed to learn to control herself and grow up a bit. Marinette carefully picked the doll and the arm and promised to fix it before the next time she babysat Manon, and a now downcast little girl followed her mother.

Until they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Mommy, I left my bag,” Manon said.

Just before she could reply, her phone rang.

“Be quick while I take this,” she replied, and Manon walked back to Marinette's room while she spoke with Alec.

----

While Marinette checked her supplies to see what would be best to affix the arm back into the doll, she heard a pair of small shoes coming up the stairs.

“Manon?” she asked, and the little girl picked up her backpack – it looked like she had forgot to get it earlier.

“Can I have Marigold?” Manon asked, morosely, but Marinette shook her head.

“Mommy said no, remember? And I have to fix her.”

“Pleeeease?”

“Ah! No! Fine!” Damnit, when she put up those puppy-dog eyes it was impossible to stop her! She picked the nearest doll she could get. “I'll lend you Lady WiFi!”

Manon smiled and grabbed the doll, before stuffing it in her backpack and running down the stairs.

“Thanks Marinette!” she said, and once Manon was out of sight Pollen began to give Marinette a look.

“What?” Marinette asked, but Pollen didn't answer. “What?!”

She felt like she was about to get blackmailed with chili peppers as the price...

----

“Geez, that took forever,” Chloé complained as she entered her room.

“It was nice of you to get your father to allow your class's work experience field trip to be at the hotel,” Tikki replied as she enjoyed a cookie.

“Of course, aren't I the nicest?”

Tikki could see it coming, so she began to munch just a bit faster as she eyed the last cookies in the dish.

“And seeing them all have to work for me will be hilarious, utterly hilarious!”

There it was.

“Hmm,” she mumbled, enjoying the deliciousness of both polishing the dish and getting one over her wielder. “Well, I'm glad you have so much free time now, Chloé.��

“Why's that?” Chloé asked in her usual uncaring tone.

“Because you need to go buy more Tom & Sabine cookies.”

“YOU ATE ALL OF THEM?!”

Ah, the taste of victory.

Tasted like cookies, of course.

----

“Sorry, Alec, I thought I left it on your desk,” Nadja apologized as she arrived to his office.

“No big deal!” At worst, it only delayed that part of the work for a few minutes.

Before they could continue, Nadja turned towards her daughter, who seemed to be playing with a doll.

“Manon! That's Marinette's doll! You took it even when I told you no!” Nadja said in her best authoritative (or 'mom') tone.

“Marinette wanted me to have it!” Manon replied, holding onto the doll as Nadja walked up to her.

“And I told you no! I'm taking this, I am not happy, young lady!”

“Mommy, nooo, please, give it back!”

Alright, this felt really awkward. He knew that Nadja loved that little girl like nothing else and that she had good reason to act this way, but little Manon's shrieks were really uncomfortable to listen to, particularly as Nadja returned, acting like nothing was wrong.

“Let's go, it shouldn't take long,” his fellow reporter said, as Manon continued shouting.

“I didn't steal it! I want it!”

He felt a strange gust flowing from behind him, but when he turned there was nothing.

----

He was quite surprised that his new Akuma was someone that hadn't even started going to school. This child was the youngest person he had ever akumatized! It would be a bit of a struggle to make sure she understood what to do.

“Puppeteer, I am Hawkmoth.”

“Oo, then, you're giving me powers?”

Just like that?

“Why, yes!”

“And I just gotta get you the Miraculouses?”

“Exactly!” This was certainly another record. Not even thirty seconds in, and his target was ready to act. “Geez, why can't all my Akumas be this informed?”

Maybe he should set up some kind of free seminar so people knew what they had to do when akumatized?

Nah, too much work.

----

Marinette and Alya ran into the Metro station, knowing that their train might pass at any time!

Fortunately, when they arrived to the platform, they saw that the next train was still four minutes away.

“Whew, we made it! So, movie or bookstore first?” Marinette asked as she checked her phone. Alya looked to a side and pointed away.

“How about that first?”

“What?” She turned to look in the direction Alya was pointing, and found someone she could easily recognize.

----

“Adrien!”

“AH!” Adrien yelped. His name being pronounced so suddenly made him fear he was about to be assaulted by (potentially deranged) fans, but to his relief it was Alya and Marinette.

“Yikes! I thought you were my fans!” he said, and the two girls made kawaii poses. Adrien wasn't certain if his heart was beating so hard from the shock or because of how cute Marinette looked.

“Only your best fans!” Alya declared.

----

She landed in front of the reception lady. She always said hi with a smile when she came with Mommy. Maybe she'd want to have fun?

“Wanna play with me?”

“Nope!”

She pouted as the lady ran away. Just like every other adult she found. None of them ever wanted to play with her!

So, she just went the same way Mommy did.

“Mommy took my doll, so it's probably in the studio,” she told M. Hawkmoth, who was listening to her.

“Excellent deduction, Puppeteer.”

“Shh, M. Hawkmoth,” she whispered. “Mommy can't catch us.”

“And why is that?”

“Cuz Mommy will get mad and I'll get in trouble!”

“You know you're an akuma, right?” M. Hawkmoth replied.

“Yeah, and she's still Mom! It's not worth it!”

----

Alya chuckled.

“You ran from your bodyguard?” she asked, shaking.

“I wanted to see a movie,” Adrien replied, shrugging a bit.

“Which one?” Marinette asked, smiling. Knowing what she did about Adrien, any opportunity for freedom was welcome. And, hey, Alya and here were already planning to go to the cinema! Adrien likely wanted to see a decent –

----

Puppeteer aimed her wand at the doll.

“Lady WiFi! Come to life!”

----

Suddenly, Alya began to shine with a blue light from her feet, and it went up her body.

“W-What's happen–!” Alya managed to let out before the light reached up to her face.

“ALYA!” Marinette shouted, horrified by whatever was happening to her friend –

“Marinette! Gimme the hero dolls!”

“Huh?”

Marinette blinked. Where Alya had been, now stood Lady WiFi, her Akuma, but there had been no butterfly, nor had Alya been angered for any reason. How had she been akumatized again?

“I want them, I want them, I want them!” Alya – Lady WiFi – shouted, sounding more like a toddler than someone her own age.

“But, why?!” Marinette asked, hoping to keep her distracted and that Chat Noir would arrive soon. Lady WiFi pouted and looked aside.

“Even though you said I could have them, Mommy said no, so you gimme them!”

Wait a –

“Manon?!”

Damnit, I shouldn't have let her keep the doll!

“It's Puppeteer!” Lady WiFi said, jumping. Marinette realized that Manon had likely been given the power to control people through dolls. “I'm gonna get all the Miraculouses and I'll be the strongest and win!”

“MANON CHAMACK! IF YOU DON'T STOP I'M CALLING YOUR MOM!”

----

Adrien carefully stepped out of the way, seeking a place to hide and transform. If this Akuma could transform people into their Akumas, he needed to act quick!

----

Chloé pushed the door open, and glared down at her bag.

“You better appreciate what I do for you.”

“Whatever,” Tikki replied, dismissively, before looking up. “Hey, what's that?”

Chloé looked up and saw something she definitely didn't expect.

“Wha–?! Lady WiFi?! What's she doing here!” she exclaimed, as she saw the Akuma enter through one of the windows at the top of the building she had just exited. “Breaking and entering again, she's trying to prove Dupain-Cheng is Scarlet Lady again!”

“You think so?” Tikki asked, disbelieving, but Chloé didn't care.

“I'll stop her!”

“So transform,” Tikki said as Chloé began to run.

“After I find the perfect spot! You don't expect me to hide behind trees or go into a dirty subway, do you?!”

Tikki rolled her eyes.

----

She wasn't shocked when Chat Noir showed up right in front of her, with his Cheshire grin and his pretty green eyes.

“We meet again, Purrincess,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he silently reminded her of her promise.

“I promise, it's not on purpose!” Marinette replied, waving a hand, and he got just a bit closer.

“What's this about dolls? You have one of yours truly?”

Oh, god, he was so adorkable she wanted to eat him! She blushed and tapped her kitty's nose with a finger.

“Omigod, just go before you become a puppet,” she said, and he nodded.

“Good point.” Chat Noir turned around and began to run up the stairs. “Stay safe!”

As he walked away, she realized something, even as Pollen came out of her bag.

“Now it's our turn, My Queen!” she exclaimed, but when Marinette didn't answer, Pollen became worried. “My Queen?”

Marinette brought her hands to her face.

“Chat Noir is going in my room!”

She had remembered a tad too late about the doll.

And the news.

And her computer screen background.

And the photo collage.

“Oh dear.”

----

Fortunately, it seemed like Marigold had heard of the Akuma and showed up at the top of the Dupain-Cheng's home very soon.

Unfortunately, so had Scar.

“Wow, color me shocked, Scarlet,” Marigold greeted the latter, who glared back.

“That's Scarlet Lady, newbee!”

As much as he'd like to rebuke Scar, time was of the essence.

“Let's go!” he said, jumping on his baton and retracting it so he could reach Marinette's bedroom – where he saw the controlled Lady WiFi with Marinette's bag and several dolls inside. “Puppeteer! It's not nice to steal from your babysitter!”

Scar landed next to him and began to twirl her yo-yo.

“Scarlet Lady's gonna give you a spank–”

CRUNCH

Looking down, Chat Noir saw a paper bag painted red with black polka dots and a glued-on yellow ponytail – and bit his lip to avoid laughing out loud.

“What is this?! Is this supposed to be me?!” Scar shrieked, and he barely held onto it.

“It's a spitting image,” he fired. Scar just leaned down, picked her bag – and ripped it apart.

“NO FAAAAIR! That's CHEATING!” the Puppeteer-ed Lady WiFi yelled, waving her arms and triggering several pause symbols around them. “Gimme your Miraculouses you bunch of super evil goodie two shoeses!”

“Give me your Akuma!” Marigold shouted, holding Lady WiFi off with her top, and he saw the opening. He was unable to pull the bag away, but he managed to reach out to its contents.

“I've got Chaton Noir!” he said, literally letting the cat out of the bag.

“Hey!” Lady WiFi yelled. Before they could do more, though, she barreled through them flying away with the bag and crying. “I'm telling on you!”

“Oh no, Minigold!” Marigold exclaimed, and he realized that he had seen the Marigold doll among those Lady WiFi had taken with her. “What are we gonna do?!”

“Just stay home,” Scar said, uncaring. “We've done this before.”

“But she got all the dolls, they'll outnumber you!”

“Don't worry, Goldie,” he said. “I know where to get backup. Best if you just sit this one out.”

Marigold pouted.

“Ughhh. I guess.”

----

This was the kind of moment he liked. No clients, no dealing with Akumas or Miraculouses. Just... time to relax. A song of his youth came to mind and he began to whistle, remembering happier times.

SLAM!

“MASTER, MARIGOLD'S BEEN TAKEN OUT, I NEED A MIRACULOUS!” Adrien shouted.

“AH!”

Relax time over.

----

Marinette grumbled.

“This sucks.”

“Chat Noir is right, My Queen,” Pollen said. “As long as you're not transformed, the doll will not affect you, since Hawkmoth and Puppeteer don't know your identity.”

There was that, at least.

“You'll just have to delegate to a temporary worker bee,” Pollen continued.

“Oh yeah, I wonder who Chat Noir will choose,” she pondered.

“MARINETTE, THIS IS THE MOUSE MIRACULOUS!”

“AH!”

Chat Noir seemed to have made his choice.

“You'll use this to defeat and return it to me!” Chat Noir declared, his eyes sparkling even as he huffed.

“M-Me?!”

Talk about ironic.

“The kwami's name is Mullo and your power is called 'Multitude, which splits you into tiny–”

“Whoa, slow down!” Marinette begged – while feeling Pollen's surprisingly piercing glare from behind her.

----

“There, she's still here,” Scarlet Lady said, pointing at Puppeteer in one screen. “I've sent my sidekicks to get more assistance, so just leave it to me.”

Alec thought the girl could do well as a comical villain in TV. She had the hamming up pat down.

“Thank you, Scarlet Lady, I knew I could rely on you.”

----

He grabbed Scar by the shoulder.

“Yo, Scar.”

“AHHHHHH–!”

He quickly covered her mouth with a hand.

“Shh, you wanna blow our cover?!” he chastised her, even as she tried to grumble out what he could guess were certain bad words.

“Wouldn't be the first time,” the transformed Marinette said. That was when Chloé realized she was there. “Oh, you can call me Multimouse.”

He pouted, even as Scar tried to shake him off.

“Aw, not Minimouse?” That name was pretty perfect.

“Pretty sure that's trademarked.”

----

Puppeteer was still angry that she didn't get all the dolls she wanted, and that bad Chat Noir had stolen the Chat Noir doll, but she had the same ones she had played with earlier!

“Evillustrator, Rogercop, Marigold! Come to life!” she exclaimed, and the dolls began to shine.

Well, only Evillustrator and Rogercop began to shine. Marigold's doll just stayed where it was, smiling and sitting.

And then it slumped.

Cheaters! They didn't let her win!

She jumped into Lady WiFi.

“WAAAH! IT DIDN'T WORK, MEANIES, MEANIES!”

The door was suddenly slammed open, and the three heroes entered – but one of them wasn't one she knew.

“You're cornered, Puppeteer!”

“Wha–?! Wait, who is that?!” she said, pointing at the new one.

“The Mighty Multimouse!”

“Pretty sure that's also trademarked,” Chat Noir said, but she didn't care. That was cheating! They couldn't bring someone new!

“No fair! You don't have a doll!” she cried out, huge tears dropping down her face. “Hawkmoth! They won't let me wiiiiin!”

“There, there,” Hawkmoth said. Felt like when Mommy's bald friend tried to comfort her.

----

“You didn't even bring the Chat Noir doll!” Puppeteer complained, and Multimouse chuckled.

“Well, that'd be pretty dumb, right?”

“I. Want. That. Doll!”

“Too bad~!” she sing-sang.

“And it's super hidden too!” Chat Noir added, grinning.

“Gimme your Miraculouses you super evil not pretty goodie two shoeses!”

“WHAT?!” Scar yelled. “I'll show you who's 'not pretty', brat! Lucky Charm!”

Hey, first time Scar's fighting someone with her maturity!

This time, the Lucky Charm was an extension cord.

“What do I do with this?!” Scar asked. He wondered if she had ever seen one of those.

“I'll take that,” Multimouse said, and quickly she began to swing the extension cord and the jump rope that acted as her weapon/tail, blocking and deflecting everything the transformed people (Lady WiFi, Rogercop, and Evillustrator) were throwing at her.

“Ha! Yah!” Multimouse yelled, smiling. “That all you got?!”

He barely paid attention to Lady WiFi as she struggled against his baton. He wanted to marry that girl!

“Wow,” he let out, as Multimouse stopped swinging both objects.

----

“Multitude!”

Turning from being one normal-sized Multimouse to a crowd of toy-sized Multimice was a bit of a shock, but she was able to quickly recover and began to swarm the enemy. She tackled Rogersmall and Small WiFi and Tinyllustrator, and the Akumas began to ragdoll (oh God, that was such a Chat Noir thing to say!) on the ground, along with the dolls.

“Wha–hey! Get off! Those are my dolls!” Puppeteer exclaimed.

“No, they're my dolls!” she replied, jumping on the Akuma's hand and biting it.

“OW!” the Akuma shouted, dropping her wand, which she quickly grabbed with her own help and ran away for Chat Noir.

“And now this is mine!” she chorused.

“NOOOOO!” Puppeteer yelled, but it was too late. Chat Noir destroyed the object, she returned to her normal-sized form, and Scarlet purified the butterfly and cast the Miraculous Cure. The three people that had been transformed came back to normal.

“What, how–?” Officer Raincomprix said, clearly being taken away while he was working.

“Where am I?” Nathaniel asked, a pencil on his notebook.

“Hey!” Alya shouted, bringing out her phone. “Who's that?! A new hero?!”

Chat Noir was looking at her, sparkling, and she realized there was a bit of a bad side to this: if he kept trying to get her Miraculouses to turn into provisional heroes, she wouldn't be able to act as Marigold anymore – so she knew what to do.

She began to take off her pendant.

“Here you go, Chat Noir,” she said, and gave him the pendant, feeling as her Multimouse costume faded away.

“No, wait not here!” Chat Noir shouted, but it was too late.

“Oops!” she added.

“Marinette?!” Alya shouted. She ignored her for a moment – she had to sell the 'mistake' so Chat Noir wouldn't come to her with a Miraculous again.

“Oh nooo, now I can't be Multimouse again, I'm so soooorry!”

She could feel Mullo grinning... while Chat Noir was crying as he held the pendant.

“Why,” he asked with a tiny voice, one that made her want to pet her kitten and make him purr, but she resisted the temptation.

Manon walked up to her, bouncing and sparkling, as if she had met her favorite hero.

“Woooooow, Marinette's a superhero!” the little girl said, so maybe she had met her favorite hero.

“I was, but we have to keep it a secret from Hawkmoth, okay?” she commanded, and Manon nodded.

“Okay, pinkie promise!” Manon replied, extending her finger – and Marinette hooked hers around it.

“That's my girl.”

Then Manon turned to everyone else in the room, little finger still extended.

“C'mon, everyone, pinkie promise!”

What.

“Wait, you don't have to–” she tried to interrupt, but Manon being what she was...

“PINKIE PROMISE!”

So everyone (even Scarlet) joined their pinkies, even if they felt awkward.

Save for Chat Noir, who was clearly laughing.

“I pinkie promise,” everyone said.

“Sorry.”

As Officer Roger left (taking Nathaniel with him) and Scarlet jumped out of the window, she felt an arm going around her shoulders.

“Giiiiirl.”

Oh, yeah.

“Alya,” she said in a knowing tone.

“Giiiiiiiiiiiiirl!”

She resigned herself to the unavoidable.

“I will give you an interview about Puppeteer, and an interview about Multimouse, but no interview about me being Multimouse.”

“Yay!”

Alright, that was enough. At least Alya understood that she really didn't want Hawkmoth to stake out her house!

----

Pollen glared at her Queen when she landed with her Cat on the balcony, still using that jerk Mullo's Miraculous.

“Guess this is goobye, ma Souris,” Chat Noir said.

“Sorry, Chaton,” her Queen replied, before finally detransforming – which meant that the jerk showed up.

“That was so much fun! You were a great mouse!”

“Oh, thank you Mullo!” her Queen said, and gave the jerk a hug – and the jerk actually smirked at her!

Oh, what she would give to be able to use Venom on the jerk!

Instead, as soon as Chat Noir took the jerk away, she snuck back into the room and sat on her Queen's bed, her back to the hatch.

“Pollen, I'm back!”

“Did you have fun as a mouse?” she asked, sullen.

“Huh?” The hatch was closed. “Waaait. Pollen, are you jealous?”

She chose not to answer, even as she kept buzzing. It was not fair! That jerk shouldn't be anywhere close to her Queen!

Who suddenly picked her up with her hands and brought her close.

“Oh, Pollen, you know you and the comb will always be my number 1!” she said, giving her a kiss.

… Well, alright, maybe she could forgive her Queen.

If she pampered her a bit more.

----

IT WASN'T FAIR!

SHE HAD ALREADY BEEN WITH PLAGG!

SHE WAS CARRYING POLLEN!

AND NOW SHE USED MULLO?!

WHY DID MARINETTE HAVE SO MANY MIRACULOUSES WHILE SHE WAS STILL STUCK WITH CHLOÉ BOURGEOIS?!?!?!

“You've been like that since I said Dupain-Cheng got another Miraculous! What is wrong with you?!”

“WAHHH!”

----

The next day, Nadja had once more arranged for her to babysit, and as always she brought Manon on time (she had learned her lesson from the cake incident, at least).

“Look, Marinette, Mommy gave me ears like Multimouse!” Manon said, showing her little buns that were, indeed, shaped like her hair in that form.

“Cute!” she said, smiling, even if she knew Manon's change was going to be short. I'm definitely not getting the Mouse again!

That way laid too many problems.

As Manon went on to jump onto her bed, she walked up to Nadja.

“Sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have lent it to her when you said no.”

“No big deal,” Nadja replied with a smile. “I know she can be very convincing with those puppy-dog eyes. You'll be immune eventually!”

She sure hoped so.

After Nadja said her goodbyes, Manon turned to her.

“I wanna play with Marigold and Chat Noir!”

“Actually, we're working on a special project,” she replied.

“Project?” Manon asked, curious. Marinette brought the girl to the table where she had already prepared the pieces for her newest doll.

“We're gonna make Multimouse!”

“Really?!”

You'd think she was told she could become Multimouse!

“She has to stay here because she's a secret, okay?” she said, poking Manon's cheek. “But she's just for Manon.”

“Just for me!” Manon cheered up – and turned to her with puppy-dog eyes. “Can we take her to the zoo?!”

“Oh, boy.”

What's the point of telling you it's got to be a secret if you want to take it to the zoo?!

----

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@zoe-oneesama: if it weren't for the rules, maybe Marinette could have made a Hawkmoth doll and have Puppeteer turn on him?

@nobodyfamousposts: What would happen if Marinette made a Minigold doll like Littlebug and Chaton Noir?

Alright, so, that's Puppeteer out of the list... still 19 chapters from reaching the comic.

#scarlet lady the novel #scarlet lady #milarqui #fanfiction #long post #marinette dupain cheng #marigold #adrien agreste #chat noir #scarlet lady is better than canon #manon chamack #puppeteer

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