#the spitfire attitude

[ceilidho]

prompt: Ghost only takes you half-seriously when you say you want to see other people. He has just the man in mind. tags: dubcon; threesome; anal (2.5k)

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He doesn’t so much as twitch when you stumble over your words in an effort to get it out.

“I don’t think this is working,” you say, hands clenched into trembling fists at your sides. “I think we should start seeing other people.”

The only bit of it that Ghost really pays attention to is the fact that you decided to make this little announcement while he’s in the middle of taking apart and cleaning his gun at the kitchen table. His little spitfire girl. Not a lick of fear in you, just a fistful of attitude and snark. The attitude’s ensconced now in your trepidation, a bit smothered under it, nervousness a clear trill in your voice, making it warble, but it shows itself in the downward slant of your brows. Delightful girl.

“That right?” he grunts, jamming the lubricated cotton mop into the bore of the gun. You flinch at the sudden movement, nervous eyes trained on his hands. Ghost makes a note to apologize with his mouth later on.

“Yes,” you croak, then cough to clear your throat. “I’ve, um…I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I think it’ll be better for—for both of us. It’s just…it’s not working out.”

The cigarette dangling from between his lips stinks up the room. Poor girl, he thinks pityingly when you scrunch up your nose and eye it resentfully. Always trying to get him to quit. It’s just shit luck for you that he’s never been good at quitting things, at letting anything go. Everything he’s ever lived through clings to his skin like smoke. 

He ashes it out in the little turquoise ceramic pot on the table, a trinket he’d once picked up in Tala'a Kebira years ago while in Morocco on some other business. You look marginally less irked with the cig put out, but that just means that more of his attention can focus squarely on you, which leaves you a bit wide-eyed under his stare.

“For a while, hm?” Ghost asks. It comes out teasingly, if only to him. The lilt in his voice is a tricky one to catch.

You nod; the note must have slipped through your hands like smoke. “There’s a girl I found online that’s studying abroad right now. Offered to sublet me her room while I look for a place. I thought maybe, um…maybe tomorrow I’d go.”

“Don’t worry about all of that,” he says, already dismissing the conversation from his mind. “Won’t be back for another week anyway—no reason for you to run off if I’m not even around.”

“Oh.” You shift from side to side, thinking it over. “I guess. How long will you be gone?”

“A week. Two weeks tops.” Plenty of time for him to sort out this mess. Figure out what exactly caused you to get all jumpy and eager to try out other people. 

He smiles internally. Little bird probably just can’t stand how often he’s away, poor thing. It’d be enough to make any girl upset—the constant leaves of absence, gone months without being able to send word, showing up bruised and bloody on the doorstep only to have you fall to pieces trying to put him back together. 

There are options though. He’s not opposed to adding someone new either—in fact, he has just the man in mind. 

Ghost has been holding Johnny back because he always thought you preferred to just be with one man (and Christ, the whining he’d had to deal with from Johnny, always begging to see you or begging Ghost for even just your panties, anything at all because he was so desperate and Ghost wouldn’t let him have you), but now?

Now there’s no reason to hold Johnny by the collar when he comes over for dinner. Now there’s no reason to kick Johnny from under the table when he leans just a bit too close to you when you’re sitting down to eat, eyes locked on the glimpse of your chest peeking out of your shirt and damn near drooling on it. Now there’s no reason to listen to Johnny jack himself off to the point of tears while trying to get some shut eye on a mission, the only crumpled up photo that Ghost had ever allowed him to take cupped close to his face.

He really pitied the poor mutt before, no pretty girl at home, his only crush being his superior’s girl. But Ghost is magnanimous—he’s a generous man. If you want to see other people, he has the perfect puppy for you to play with.

When you smile, still a bit unsure, he has to smother a grin. “Okay. I’ll stay ‘till then and look.”

The look Johnny gives him when he brings it up is equal parts disbelief and fevered need. “Say that again, Lt?”

“You’re coming over after we wrap this shit up. Bird’s been asking about a third.”

He chokes, scrambling to his feet. The temporary base is damp, always on the frigid side of things so Johnny’s still in uniform for the most part, the fabric rustling in his haste to get up off his bed. It’s not a place either of them are eager to spend more time in than absolutely necessary. The lack of space means that the two of them are made to bunk together as always, sharing a room with two cots and a small en suite, the tub still wet from Ghost’s shower.

“Christ, yer serious? No joke, sir?”

Johnny pushes his head back into Ghost’s hand when Ghost reels him by the hair, dropping a firm close-mouthed kiss onto the centre of his forehead through the fabric of the mask. “She was clear about it. Why? Gettin’ cold feet on me now?”

“No, sir,” Johnny protests, shaking his head as much as he can in Ghost’s grip, eyes shimmering a bit. “I can bring over a bottle o’ wine if ye like. Somethin’ fancy to set the mood.”

Their closeness is not unusual; Johnny’s always been a tactile man, favouring touch over words. One of their small similarities; their shared modes of existing in the world. There’s a line in the sand where you’re concerned that Ghost has been clear on, but he’s used to always having a hand somewhere on Soap, keeping him close. Now, he gets to keep him even closer. 

His bird really has the best ideas. 

Ghost snorts, knocks their heads together. “Just bring yourself, pup.”

He ignores the way Johnny’s breath hitches, the way he hurries into the bathroom and slams the door behind him the second Ghost lets go. The frantic eager sounds from behind the door when the water runs, only muffling the loudest of his groans. He probably had his dick choked in his fist the second the door shut, a thick nut swirling down the drain within the first five minutes. 

They ship out the next morning, exhausted from the week’s work. No amount of sleep out in the field is ever good enough, especially not in cots barely built to accommodate men of their size. Especially not Ghost. Johnny dozes off on his shoulder in the plane, sinking into a deep sleep to compensate for the hours spent tossing and turning the night before. Ghost uses the flight to get a headstart on his paperwork, enough so that he’s not held up on base when they land back home. 

He doesn’t give you a heads up that he’s home earlier than planned; no need to give you enough time to pack a bag and schlep it over to that place you’d found. It’s better for everyone if you’re caught a bit off guard, just a little frazzled. Ghost’s not entirely unsympathetic—he knows you’ll overthink things if he gives you any time to yourself. 

It’s endearing the way you gape up at him, eyes flitting between him and Johnny, when he finally makes it home. For the few times that Johnny’s been over, it’s not an everyday thing; his visits are always planned and strictly timed, Ghost monitoring him to make sure he doesn’t overstep his bounds. Seeing him with Ghost in your foyer must be strange, must put you on edge. 

“Simon, you didn’t tell me you were—” you start and then pause, swallowing. You look over his shoulder at Johnny, smile stiff, uncomfortable. “Hi Johnny.” 

You’re always a good girl, not wanting to argue in front of company. 

“Heel,” Ghost says, steel in his voice when Johnny almost lurches from his side. The other man glances over at him with wild eyes, almost on the brink of disobeying, but he holds in the end and stays put. Ghost’s eyes soften when he looks back at you. “Have a nice week, pet?”

“Yes—sorry, I’m glad you’re home safe,” you say, flustered, taking his back from him to drop in the usual place in the hall. “I, um—” again, you eye Johnny nervously, unsure of how much you can say in front of him, “—I found a place…for…you know.” 

“‘Course,” Ghost agrees, shucking his boots at the door and giving Johnny a shake by his coat until he does the same. “Missed you too, pet. C’mere.” 

He muffles your protests with his mouth when he stalks forward and pulls you in for a wet kiss, rolling the mask up and off at the same time. You’re a bit stiff in his arms until he slips you some tongue and the resistance leaks out of you, helpless the second he gets his hands on you. Your eyes are still a bit misty when he pulls away, fingers clutched in the collar of his shirt like a reflex. Second nature to cling to him. His chest puffs up at the gesture.

“Thought about what you said the other week, bird, and you’re right.”

You blink, coherence coming back to you, shaking your head to divest yourself of the momentary confusion. “I am?”

“‘Course. Smartest girl in the world, isn’t she, Johnny?” Ghost asks over his shoulder, slipping a hand into your hair at the same time to hold you in place. It makes you frown, his actions not mirroring his words. 

“Aye, sir,” Johnny hums, nodding eagerly. Boots off, he stumbles forward, crowding around you from the other side, not realizing that they’ve backed you into a wall until it presses against you, trapping you in place. “Bonnie ‘n sharp as a whip. Always thought so, sir.” 

“That’s right,” he agrees, tightening his fingers in your hair until you squeal, brows furrowing in that way they do when you’re right on the precipice of pain and relief. “Only a smart, brave girl would ask for what she needs. You’re just lonely when I’m away, isn’t that right, pet?”

“I’m—I’m what?” you splutter, hands planted on Ghost’s chest, trying to push him away to no avail. He hardly notices it. 

“Go on, Johnny,” Ghost murmurs. “Since she asked so nicely. Give her a kiss.”

That’s all his mutt needs to hear. 

You huff and puff with the strain it takes to take Ghost’s cock after a week and a half away. 

You’re always tighter when he comes back, an effort to work you up to taking him again; he lets Johnny get you prepped this time, slobbering all over your pussy in his eagerness, plugging you with three fingers before you’re even close to ready. He gets off on the way you howl, rutting his cock into the sheets of your bed while he keeps you pinned by a thick arm over your stomach. 

Ghost has to scruff him after that. He takes over, running a soothing tongue over where it hurts until you cry big, fat tears and come a couple times. He makes sure you’re taken care of before it gets tough. You’re mindless by the time he moves off you to retrieve the lube from the bedside drawer, only coming back to yourself when he turns you over onto your belly and spreads the cheeks of your ass. It unwinds something in his chest to hear you yelp when he pushes a finger into your ass, like coming home. 

This is why he does what he does: to get this when the job is done. 

It’s not often he gets to do this, usually too big for you to take comfortably in your ass. Johnny’s not that much smaller, in fairness, so he works you up to two and then three fingers before lying down on the bed and pulling you over him. Your legs tremble when you straddle him, fingers digging into his chest when he lowers you onto his cock for the first time in a week. 

“There we go,” he says, grunting when you pull his chest hair a little. “That’s a good girl. We just about done crying now?” 

Ghost smiles when you shake your head stubbornly, eyes still filled with tears. “This isn’t what I meant, Simon.”

“You can cuss me out when Johnny’s done, alright? That make you happy?” 

He almost chuckles when Johnny clambers back onto the bed in his haste to get his hands back on you, his pants still hanging off an ankle until he gives it a shake once his palms fit over your waist. 

“Slowly, pup,” Ghost cautions, reaching around to spread a cheek. He coos when you flinch, whispering for you to relax. 

Johnny’s eyes roll back into his head when he pushes in, hips stuttering forward until Ghost snarls and he stops, letting out a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself down. Even for Ghost, it’s intense; you tighten around him when Johnny pushes in, only letting up when he cups your cheek and draws you down for a kiss, loosening you up with his tongue. 

“Sir, I can—fuck, fuck, fuck,” Johnny whines, back curving when he drops his head. “She’s so fuckin’ tight, I can—swear I can feel you, sir.”

He’s not wrong. Ghost swears he can feel it himself, Johnny’s cock in his pretty bird’s ass while his is stuffed deep in your cunt. You pant through the stretch, words half-croaked out, unintelligible. It’s better that way. He loves listening to you sing, but you’ve been in a right mood these past couple of weeks. Just needed a good lay to sort you out. 

“Simon,” Johnny begs, thrusting forward until he bottoms out in you, making your pulse skyrocket. “I cannae breathe.”

“Yes, you can,” Ghost says dismissively, wiping at the drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth. “Give ‘er a sec and then you can move.”

“So, so, so hot. ‘M gonna come—”

He reaches behind you to wrap a hand around Johnny’s throat, giving it a squeeze. Johnny’s eyes bulge. “You don’t get to come until she does, pup. That’s all the time, got it?” 

He doesn’t pay any mind to how Johnny nods and mumbles his little yes, sirs after that—he’s a grown man, maybe not as grown as Ghost, but man enough to compose himself until you stop trembling and sweating so hard. 

It’d been a mite difficult to wrangle you into bed. He understands. He’d let you talk yourself red in the face about this not being what you meant by ‘seeing other people’, but Ghost hears the said and the unsaid. You wouldn’t be still in his house a whole week later if you really wanted to leave. 

“Alright, pet,” he grins, running his thumb over your bottom lip until it drops open and you let him run it over your teeth. “Hang on now.”

#ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #cod simon riley #soap mactavish #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost/reader #ghost/soap/reader #ghoap x reader

[tightjeansjavi]

warm me up

A/N: the voices won this round! @strang3lov3 & @speckledemerald also, this was my first time writing game!joel 👀 this could also be show!joel if that's what you're into! This fic really got away from me today and I didn't think it would be nearly as long as I planned it to be..but that's just sometimes how things work out 😉 huge thank u to Bug for making me this cute lil mood board and I LOVE the deers!!🤍

~word count: 3.3k~

Summary: while on patrol, you and Joel find yourselves caught in a treacherous snowstorm.

Pairing I game!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (explicit & implicit) enemies to lovers, implied age gap (non-specific) consent, cock warming, one sleeping bag trope, close proximity, using one's body warmth for survival, denial of feelings, mean!joel, grumpy!joel, reader is a spitfire and gets under Joel's skin easily, joel has a big cock! He is a big big man! teasing, banter, sexual tension, fluff, foul language, pet names: (darlin, sweetheart, and princess) reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!

Joel is freezing, shaking like a goddamn leaf. It’s ironic, given his disposition. You should have tried to retrace your steps back to Jackson hours ago, but the winter was unforgiving, and the two of you have found yourselves in a real pickle; a frozen one.

“I told you that we were going to end up getting lost out here, Joel.” You grumble alongside him with your arms crossed over your chest. Your teeth are chattering, and it’s grinding his gears.

“We ain’t fuckin’ lost, sweetheart.” He gruffs back and adjusts his rifle strap along his shoulder. “I know where I’m goin.’”

You scoff at this because if he did know where he was going, you wouldn’t be fucking lost in a fucking blizzard right now!

“Right. I’m sure you do know where you’re going, Joel.” You mutter sarcastically under your breath.

He whips around to face you, cheeks speckled in red from the cold and even in the lowlight, you can see individual snowflakes sticking to his lashes.

“Alright, miss ‘I know everything.’ Which way do you think we should go?” He awaits your answer with a cocked brow and his lips pursed together. They’re severely cracked and on the verge of bleeding from the bitter cold.

“Not the direction we’re currently headed, that’s for damn sure! Let’s just fucking turn around and retrace our steps.” You bite back and watch the way that his jaw ticks from your tone. God, you’re a real thorn in this man’s side.

“Retrace our steps?” He laughs, shaking his head to the side and sucks in a harsh cold breath of air into his lungs. “The snow has covered up our tracks, you idiot.” He’s so fucking condescending, and you’ve just about had enough with his shit attitude for one day. Your blood is positively boiling under your thick layer of clothes, and you’d much rather succumb to Mother Nature and her wrath than spend another minute with this insufferable, annoying, mean, and painfully handsome man.

“Fuck you, Joel. I’m retracing my steps whether you have a say in it or not!” You snap and turn on your heel before you feel a rough, gloved-clad hand grasp your upper arm and yank you back towards a hard and very solid presence at your back.

“Quit your fuckin’ yappin!’” He barks against the shell of your ear. His voice is rasped, crackling like a roaring fire. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere without me, you got that?!” His grip around your arm only tightens when you tried to shove him away, but he’s built like a fucking steel fridge, and you’re no match for him.

“Then stop being a fucking asshole, Joel! I’d rather freeze to death out here than spend another minute with you!”

You mean every word. Well, you think that you do.

He sneers at your attempt to wound him with your words, as if a man with a heart made out of pure concrete can possibly be affected by the means of your figurative little daggers. They ricochet off his body and fall to the snow, disappearing under a sheet of white. “I wouldn’t have to be an asshole if you would just fuckin’ listen for once in your life! God, when we get back, and we will, I’m tellin’ Tommy that I ain’t ever goin’ on patrol with your ass again.”

His steel-like grip loosens when you don’t immediately bite back like he expects you too. He wants you to fight back, to call him names and send his own blood boiling because at least then he feels alive.

“Fine. We’ll do it your way.” You nearly whisper and bite down on the inside of your cheek, tasting harsh copper on your tongue.

“Fine.” He agrees and finally releases your arm. “We’re gonna wait out this damn storm for the night, and then tomorrow we’ll retrace our steps home. Who knows, sweetheart. Tommy might have already sent out a search party for us.”

“Let’s fucking hope that’s the case. The sooner this storm lets up, the better.” You think you’re going to cry, but you push your tears down as far as you possibly can. You have to conserve your energy, after all. Besides, Joel Miller isn’t worth your precious tears. Not even close.

He begins to survey the surrounding area. The woods offered some reliable cover with the thick evergreens acting as a shield from the treacherous wind. The snow is still falling in large flakes, but he might be able to get a fire going if he’s lucky.

“We should..probably y’know, share a sleepin’ bag for extra heat.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, feeling kinda silly in the moment because what did he have to be nervous for? His reasoning for sharing warmth was logical. It was just his survival instincts kicking in, right?

You, on the other hand, were unfazed by his request. Sure, it made perfect sense to share body heat with this man. Why the hell did he look so distraught over it - weirdo.

“Did Bear Grylls teach you that, Miller?” You look at him with a smirk playing on your lips. “If that’s the case, then we should probably sleep naked.”

That feeling that had laid dormant for so long, was beginning to reawaken and defrost at the thought of your warm, pliant, soft body being tucked up around him in close proximity. You were annoying, sure, and he could hardly tolerate your presence, but he couldn’t deny that you were a thing of beauty, and neither could his cock.

“No. Some reality TV star didn’t teach me the survival skills that I know, sweetheart. I’m jus’ that good.” He sounds cocky, full of himself and perhaps there’s a bit of eagerness detected in his tone? Maybe the dead giveaway is the way his cheeks flush, and this time it isn’t because of the cold.

You shrug and drop your pack and sleeping bag at your boots. “Whatever you say, Joel.”

He clears his throat and drops his hand from where it was resting against the back of his neck. He stares at you for a second longer than he would have liked to, and then announces that he’s going to go find some wood for a fire, and for you to stay put.

You wave him off and unroll your sleeping bag with a huff and begin to mentally question how the hell is this grizzly of a man going to fit inside of your sleeping bag? Oh well! Time to defy all the odds that have been stacked against you.

When Joel returns, he finds you already tucked away under the sleeping bag with your clothes neatly folded on top of your backpack. He managed to find a few fallen tree branches that would make good kindling, and some thicker logs for the base of the fire.

He avoids making direct eye contact with you as he crouches down and constructs a fire that he hopes to god will keep the two of you warm throughout the cold night ahead.

You already have taken notice of his suddenly quiet and almost docile demeanor with just your head visible and peeking out of the sleeping bag

“Are you sure that fire is going to last the night, Joel?”

His shoulders and back immediately tense from your question and you can already picture him clenching his jaw and muttering under his breath.

“Ain’t no tellin’ if it will last the night, sweetheart.” He stokes at the ember glowing logs with the end of a spare stick before looking over his shoulder at you. “Y’comfy in there?” His voice rasps, dipping down an octave and sounding much, much, lower.

“Yep.” You chirp. “Nice and cozy in here, Joel. Did I mention it’s very, very warm?”

He snorts under his breath, tearing his gaze away from you and focuses back on the fire. “Yeah. I bet it is.”

What you really want to say is: and it would be even warmer if you were here with me. But you refrain, and instead bury your face further into the contained warmth emitting from the sleeping bag.

Joel is hesitating, and that part couldn’t be anymore obvious based on his tense stature. Maybe he could just accept losing feeling in his fingers and toes instead of crossing that boundary with you. Or, he could man up and deal with the immediate feelings that would come as soon as his hands would inevitably touch your warm skin.

“Joel?”

Your voice tears him away from his thoughts briefly. “Hm?”

“Aren’t you..cold?”

Freezing. My cock and balls are about to fuckin’ fall off.

“M’fine.” He insists.

“So goddamn stubborn.” He hears you mutter under your breath followed by the sound of the sleeping bag zipper being pulled down. “Get in here before you freeze to death. I’m serious, Joel.”

“Fuck off. I said m’fine.” He grumbles and turns over his shoulder to look at you once more. His eyes catch a sliver of skin, a nipple peeking out from under the fabric as you were sitting up. His head whips around so fast he swears that his brain just got rattled around in his skull.

“Would you just be a fucking man and take your clothes off and get in here?”

So impatient, he thinks.

“You jus’ wanna see me naked.” He quips back.

“For fuck sakes, Joel. I just don’t want you to freeze out here. Is that so hard to believe?”

Yes.

“Jus’..don’t peek. Alright?” He slowly stands up from his place alongside the fire as he starts to shuck his heavy coat off his shoulders.

“Fine. I won’t peek, okay? Scouts honor.” You promise him and bring your hand over your eyes to cover them.

He’s grumbling to himself the whole time as he begins to undress. He bitches about the cold, his cock, and his nearly frozen toes as you listen quietly to the sound of his belt buckle being undone. He does not fold his clothes neatly like you did and instead they are left in a pile near the fire. He dashes for your sleeping bag, yanking the zipper down in a fury and climbs inside.

It’s a tight fit indeed with barely any room for him to squeeze in but he makes it work.

“Fuck!” His yell is muffled as he struggles to make himself comfortable in what little space he has. “Fuckin’ cannot believe I actually listened to you.” He rubs his hands together, blowing hot air between them.

“Oh, shut up, you big baby.” You stifle a laugh which earns you a displeased glare. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if you just would have—”

“Do not start with me, sweetheart. Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” His brows furrow and his jaw is clenched so tightly, you’re shocked that it hasn’t shattered.

“You’re all bark and no bite, Joel.” You mutter back and roll over onto your side so your back is facing him. You close your eyes and fully intend to get some much needed and deserved sleep, but the man beside you is squirming and making a big fuss.

“Darlin’ I know you ain’t want anythin’ to do with a man like me, but it was your idea for us to get naked under here..so all I’m askin’ is—”

“Just do whatever it is you need to do, Joel. Can you just be quiet about it? All I want to do right now is sleep, and your fussing about is making that really fucking difficult for me to achieve.” You snap.

“Are you givin’ me permission, sweetheart? Cus’ the last thing I want is for you to bite my damn fingers off if I touch you. So as long as it’s alright with you..” he trails off and you take matters into your own hands by reaching behind you and finding his cold hands and yanking them around your body. You couldn’t help but yelp from the stark difference of temperature from your body heat to his hands.

“You’re fucking freezing, Joel.” You state the obvious and he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I didn’t exactly have time to warm them up, sweetheart. My apologies that my hands aren’t at the right temperature for ya.” You think you hear him snicker under his breath, but maybe it’s just his close proximity that makes you hear things.

“Whatever. It’s fine.” You reassure him.

His hands are big, huge, and the skin on his palms and fingers are rough. The feeling overall is quite pleasant, and soon enough his hands don’t feel like an ice block - quite the opposite actually.

He grunts softly as attempts to make himself comfortable without pressing himself into your back. It’s proving to be a challenge as it is, and he has this feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, that this challenge is going to get the best of him.

“What’s wrong now, Joel?” You try to ignore the way his thumbs are gently stroking the space between the curve of your breasts and under your rib cage, and how his touch on your skin is beginning to light a fire in your belly, and between your thighs. His touch is gentle and it’s making your head spin with need and desire.

“I jus’—I don’t wanna make y’feel uncomfortable s’all.” He admits, voice rasping deeply. “I’m fuckin’ freezin’, darlin’ but I don’t wanna—”

“Just shut up and stick your dick in me, Joel. You’ll be warmer then.” You surprise both yourself and him.

His meaty palms squeeze you gently, fingertips kneading the flesh as he inhales a shaky, yet audible breath. The tight confines of your shared sleeping bag suddenly feel ten times tighter, and hotter. It’s suffocating in a delicious sense that you and Joel are stuck here together in this rather..unfortunate situation. You hate him, and he hates you, yet the thought of his thick cock nestling between your thighs sounds like absolute heaven on a plate right now.

Joel thinks he’s on the verge of passing out from your vulgar statement. It’s been god knows how long since he’s felt the warmth of a woman’s body around his cock. It’s been too goddamn long, he thinks.

“..well, if you’re askin.’” He whispers as his hands maneuver your body to press back against him. One strong arm anchors itself around your waist, engaging you in a warm hold when you feel his hard, broad chest pressing against your back. You haven’t even seen his cock, yet you already can tell that he’s big. The word big might not even be able to describe the massive size that is Joel Miller.

“This doesn’t mean anything. Right, Joel?” You ask through the thick growing tension that coils itself around you and the burly man beside you like a snake.

“Doesn’t mean nothin’ at all, sweetheart. Jus’ sharin’ body heat for survival, like you said.” He rasps and blows a hot puff of air against the back of your neck as his strong thighs wrap around your own. Even this man’s feet are fucking huge in every sense.

Y’know what they say about big feet? An even bigger—heart. I was going to say heart.

“Okay.” You squeak out as you relax further into his hold around you.

“Can you jus’ let me know if you’re uncomfortable at any point? Cus’ if that’s the case, I’ll slip right out. No questions asked, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his apparent nervousness. It was sweet, in a Joel-like fashion. Hell must have frozen over right then and there because the Joel you had grown so accustomed to, was anything but sweet.

“Wow. You sure know how to romance a lady up, Miller. Did Tommy teach you how to do that?” You couldn’t help but wiggle your ass back against him. The thought of reaching down between your thighs and touching yourself crossed your mind, but you refrained.

He laughed, and it sent a wave of arousal gushing like a river because his laugh was beautiful. It was music to your fucking ears.

“Shut the fuck up.” His teeth grazed at the spot where your neck meets your jaw. He bit down, drawing blood to the surface of his indentation in your skin. “I taught Tommy everythin’ he needs to know on romancin’ a woman. Don’t get it twisted, sweetheart.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say, big boy.” You nearly purred. Your back arched towards him, a suppressed moan desperate to be set free when his teeth marked you.

“I think someone is a bit too eager over this whole arrangement that we have found ourselves in.” He comments in a low rasp and his hand drifts down from your hip and nudges your thighs apart with a practiced ease. His heavy cock pressed firmly against your lower back as he let out another praising grunt from between his lips.

“Stop playing with me, Joel. I don’t want to be played with.” You hiss under your breath when you feel the backside of his knuckles slowly drag through the seam of your cunt.

“Y’sure about that, sweetheart? If you don’t wanna be played with, then what do you want?”

Frankly, he’s taking too long for your liking and you decided then and there to take matters into your own hands; literally. You reach between your bodies before he even has a chance to protest as you blindly search for his cock. Your warm palm barely fits around the girth of him.

“I want you to take your cock and stretch me open, Joel. Think you can handle that? Best not keep a lady waiting. It’s awfully rude.” You tsk under your breath.

He growls as his hips buck upwards into your hand like he’s never felt the touch of a woman’s palm before in his life.

“Fine. I like a woman that knows exactly what she wants, anyway. Won’t keep ya waitin’ any longer, princess.”

Joel Miller is a man of his word and just when you think he’s bluffing, you feel the thick press of the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds and notching at your entrance.

He groans against your ear, jaw clenching, and teeth grinding because you’re tight and hugging him like a fucking fist.

“Jesus fuck. That’s a tight cunt if I’ve ever felt one.” He rasps as you slowly pull him in further at the rate that he pushes his hips. Soon, he’s bottomed out with his hips firmly pressed into your ass. His legs stay tangled through yours as his arms come to wrap you up in his hold once more.

“Fuck.” You breathe, lashes fluttering as he stretches you open. He fits snuggly, almost as if your pussy was making a home for his cock to stay there awhile, all cozy and warm with you. “See? Was that so fucking difficult?”

He shakes his head and you swear you can feel him grinning against your skin. “Nope. It wasn’t difficult at all, sweetheart. In fact, I think I’ll stay here awhile.” Yeah, he’s definitely enjoying this.

You smile at this, burying your face into the solid muscle of his bicep, pressing the lightest kiss there. Maybe you even nibbled on it, and maybe he chuckled and pulled you in even closer.

“Stay as long as you’d please, Joel.” You whisper softly.

Come morning the embers from the fire had long since died out, and the storm had since passed. You and Joel were still a bunch of tangled limbs and connected warmth by the time Tommy and the rest of patrol had found you.

Joel had since grown soft with his cock still buried deep within your warmth and his face was buried in your neck with peaceful snores slipping past his plush lips. His eyes barely peeked open when he heard familiar voices muffled, yet nearby. Tommy had just brushed a bit of snow off the top of the sleeping bag and pulled the zipper down when he was met with a sight that he wasn’t expecting.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He chuckled and shot his big brother a cheeky wink.

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[silverpsychedelic]

A lot of people seemed to like the design I did for Sidon and Mipha's buff mama, so I thought I'd add some things about her, and her relationship with Dorephan!

🌊 Her name was Solaile, which both follows the musical naming schemes of the Zora royal family (Do re, Mi fa, So la, Si do) and also is similar to the name Soleil in French, meaning the sun.

🌊 Dorephan married into her family and originally came from an oceanic Zora clan. You cannot look at that man's shapes and tell me he was originally built for land, he looks like he'd take one step and fall over. The name Dorephan is also one he adopted upon marrying into the family.

🌊 Queen Solaile was fearless and had a spitfire attitude, facing issues head on and even throwing herself into danger if it meant protecting her people. Where Dorephan is careful and calculated, she was proactive (and maybe a bit reckless). They balanced each other out extremely well. Dorephan misses that sense of balance she brought, and became even more cautious after she passed - esp over Mipha and Sidon.

🌊 She could 100% throw Dorephan around if she felt like it

#LoZ #legend of zelda #botw #totk #zora #Dorephan #King #Queen #Solaile #Mipha #Sidon #oc #i dont have too much lore sbout her rn because shes only new but i have thoughts #dont look at his royal cheeks he's embarrassed #silverpsychedelic

[2-dsimp]

☀️ Random Adonis headcannons ☀️

Pt2 Adonis post dump

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Yandere Hero who is an absolute prick. Now that you know him for who he really is he doesn’t need to fake a smile or be the gentleman social media portrays him to be. When in reality he’s a little shit that’s hellbent on ruining your life just for fun.

Yandere Hero who never misses out on a chance to play mean pranks on you in his free time to make your life difficult. He’s like a sour patch kid without a sweet side, one instance he dedicated his time to place all your important work on the ceiling. Yes the ceiling. He can merge any object through any surface himself included.

And he’ll enjoy watching you struggling to pull it out as you scream profanities at him. To be honest he finds it entertaining seeing a weakling like you squaring up at him. As if you could put a singular tiny scratch on his body. So he just he leans back against a wall antagonizing you with a evil smirk.

Yandere Hero who’ll constantly try to make you mad since he finds your spitfire attitude fascinating and very attractive. And begins to troll you by acting like a typical house cat. As he swats your computer away just as you were about to submit your paperwork final.

Or even sabotages your cooking as he decides not to turn off the oven when your pizza is burning while you’re still in the bathroom. He’ll even blatantly ignore you when you’re calling for him and would only appear once you stopped. To find you struggling with the task you were gonna ask him to do for you. Then have the audacity to say

“Why didn’t you call for me? I could’ve easily did that for you dove”

Yandere Hero who’ll always do the bare minimum when he’s out on patrol, just so he can see you again when he clocks out. It was just no fun without his precious toy as he easily apprehends villains. Torturing them to get some kind of enjoyment like he usually does, but nonetheless even when covered in their blood he still feels empty.

Sighing to himself, he leaves the poor criminals mangled body in a dumpster without an ounce of remorse. Every since you came into his life it’s like without you only pure boredom awaits him.

#yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere hero #yandere headcanons #male yandere

[bucknastysbabe]

idk if your taking requests but I’m in desperate need of more modern AU Jace fics. Maybe if he was a cocky hockey player with his giant dick I need smut 🙏

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Hockey player!Jace, Actress!Reader, fake dating trope, my not sly commentary about parasocial fangirl behaviors and pressure on women in high profile industries, she has honkers and he has a horse cawk match made in heaven, Jacey is a little sweet babey always, real kittycat eating hours, teasing, pnv!sex, v!fingering, fast burn, lots of banter :)

Taglist: @arcielee @aemonds-holy-milk @targaryenbarbie @valeskafics @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @fairysluna @sugarpoppss2 @lovelykhaleesiii

The contracts were to be signed today. Jace was to be in a PR ‘relationship’ with this break-out actress. He was a star himself in the NHL, winning the Hart Memorial trophy for being the most valuable player his rookie year. He played centre, covering the ice and passing to his teammates to make a goal. He got a huge deal in the aftermath.

Suddenly his world was much more glamorous.

He wasn’t sure who sucked whose dick but he agreed to dating the starlet. He flew down from Toronto to the upscale management office in New York to meet the chick. He’d heard her name, couldn’t put a face to it, and certainly didn’t look her up. The brunette hoped she was a looker like his manager said.

He was pleasantly surprised, shaking her manicured hand. Jacaerys grinned as he introduced himself, poorly hiding his leering gaze on her tight little body. The actress was smoking hot. He wondered if she would be down to fool around. He had no desire for romance outside of planned sightings. He wasn’t much into that at the moment. Jace dated his high school sweetheart Rhaena until he’d gone big time.

She didn’t acclimate to fame and his constant absence. Jace understood why she broke it off. When they were seen— reporters interrupted. Pictures of fan girls crowding around him surfaced all the time. She deleted her socials due to harassment. He was saddened but figured it was a sign to let loose. So let loose he did.

Jacaerys had fucked plenty of puck bunnies, professional athletes, and the occasional hook-up with famous names by now. His brother called him cocky, and his mother snapped to not let the fame get to his head. He listened, truly, Jace loved his family and wanted to make them proud.

But honestly? When he was accomplishing everything he dreamed of and the money was flowing in, Jace couldn’t help but feel a bit over-confident. He knew he was talented, handsome, and a good fuck. He’d learned from a young age that his…dick…was different. In layman’s terms, he had a horse cock. By God, he was proud of that thing too.

They sat down in adjacent chairs, waiting for the agent to come to debrief them on the terms of the relationship. Jacaerys' brown eyes flicked over to her bored face, down to her busty chest, and back up. She scoffed “You haven’t seen my tits on the silver screen?”

He grinned, asking “I don’t get around to movies much. Care to enlighten me?”

Her lips turned into a frown, posture stiffening up. The actress shook her head, pulling out her phone to text rapidly. She was likely talking shit. Jace prodded, “What? Am I missing something? I’m playing hockey year round babe.”

“I literally am up for a Golden Globe for leading actress in a drama,” she grumbled, “Apparently you don’t read either.” She turned back to type on her phone again, lips settling into a pout. The athlete was a little taken aback by her attitude. He liked it. It appeared she was used to cinephile sycophants and co-stars trying to get a piece.

He hummed a laugh, spreading out in the wide chair. They waited, her nails clicking on the cell phone beginning to irritate Jacaerys. He absently asked "You like hockey? It's pretty fun to watch live."

"I don't really pay attention to sports, I act year round babe."

Jace's eyes widened in surprise. She was a spitfire under the glossy hair and now placid expression. He knew better than to irk her more, his mother taught him to respect women. The athlete was drawn in, he wanted a reaction, the attention whether it was negative or not. He smirked at her, leaning over, "Why did you pick me then? Don't like hockey, don't seem quite fond of me."

Her own lips curled a bit, the woman tucking a loose lock of hair behind a jeweled ear. She stated, "I got a list, you were single and cute. Word on the street was that you were a bit nicer than who I am sitting with now. Don't worry, it won't be too long, you'll be back to railing your way through Toronto soon." Her smile was thin, a blank look to her eyes.

Jace's chest fluttered a bit, guilt seeping into his mind. Before he could apologize the door opened. A man in a suit briskly walked in, setting down some papers. He eyed the pair to ask "Ready for the terms?" They both nodded, and Jace noticed her frown grow deeper. Damn. He felt like an asshole.

"Alright Jacaerys Velaryon, you'll be 'dating' my client for three months minimum. If you two hit it off, good job, enjoy your relationship. You two must be seen in public at least bi-weekly, my client will be at your games, and maintaining PDA is required. I'd recommend going out with your friends and playing the part. We'll sign an NDA and get this show on the road. Sound good?"

"Sure."

"Can't wait," she deadpanned.

They scribbled their names and exited the meeting. The actress ignored Jacaerys as she left, answering a phone call, pointedly looking away. He eventually cornered her up to exchange phone numbers. The pair had to exit the building at separate times so as not to draw attention.

Jace decided to read up on his faux girlfriend for the flight home. The actress was talented, the same age as him, and booked for the year. He decided to shoot her a text, damned lingering guilt eating at him. The hockey player was soft at heart, always had been. He could play the part of a cocky athlete but he truly hated confrontation, upsetting others, and general dickishness. That was for his uncles.

"Sorry about being a dick. Going to watch your movie tonight. Should I start with your small role in that sitcom?"

His dark eyes raptly watched the typing bubble. It disappeared, reappeared-- finally a response showed up. She had replied with an emoji rolling its eyes. "God, please don't, I look like a freak. The movie is much better. Then you can tell me about my tits. Apology accepted. See you next week in Toronto, make sure to clean the thongs outta your place."

Jace grinned, excitement coursing through his veins. He ended up making a big show picking her up from the airport. He grabbed the luggage and put it in his new sleek car. A couple of people had stopped her, even Jace for some autographs. The brunette made sure to hug the actress-- pulling her in for a searing kiss. His hand possessively splayed across her lower back, fingers grazing her pert ass.

He opened the door to let her in the car, cameras flashing now. Jace leaned in to whisper, "I have to admit, you have a beautiful body." She flushed and pecked his lips again, shooting him a smile. The hockey player climbed into the driver's side and off they went. He snuck a look and added, "I didn't really find any thongs but everything is pristine, Miss Golden Globe Nominee."

"Good, Mister Hart Trophy Winner."

Jace couldn't help but smile. He enjoyed her banter while they headed to his place. The woman was witty and playful, her icy facade melting as he listened to her. Jace carried her bags into the luxury apartment complex, while she had a roller bag. He teased, "You got boulders in here?"

"I'm staying for a bit, need to be prepared. You can run around in a tracksuit and no one bats an eye. If I look like a slob the tabloids are going to wonder if I'm a drunk or something. You won't believe the 'inside sources' I apparently have."

Jace frowned, scoffing, "That's bullshit. They put so much pressure on women in the industry."

She gazed at him, eyes softened as she thanked him in a reverent tone. Jace felt his cheeks heat up. He was beginning to wonder if he was having a moment of weakness or simply struck dumb by her looks and powerful presence. "At the least, I'm not a model."

Jacaerys snorted. He's had his fair share of models. He assumed they were all a bit nutty from the coke, not the horrid pressure from their nigh-impossible standards of beauty to uphold. "Good point," he conceded.

She stared around his loft, lips quirking up. The woman placed her bag down and strolled to the huge windows overlooking the city. Casting a glance back at Jacaerys she marveled, "It's gorgeous Jacaerys. Much prettier than LA." He smiled and replied, "Wait until you see it at night, I never get tired of the view."

Jace liked the way she said his full name. Maybe too much. He felt his cheeks begin to burn again. His animal hindbrain tittered "How would she sound moaning that?"

Awkwardness settled over the pair, her turning back to look out the window. Jace stated, "I'll put your things in the guest room, it's got a big bathroom and all."

"Thanks hun," she hummed. She followed along to place the luggage down, flopping onto the bed. Her big eyes followed Jace's form as she commented, "I highly doubt you decorated the place but it's nice. Very...Feng shui."

"Mom did all of that, I do try to keep it clean. I fear she'll appear and scold me. You could lick off the floor at my place growing up."

"Ha! I wish! I'm cluttered as all get out."

Jace gave her a faux glare, "Better keep it tidy, babe."

"Uh-huh, sure, what's on the docket for today? I want a tour and a cocktail to cap it off at dinner."

"You mean the club?"

Jace couldn't stop his cock from twitching when she smiled at him coquettishly, sparkling teeth gleaming as she purred "Of course stud, let's see what the rake of the Maple Leafs is putting down. I wanna see you dance!"

Oh. He was in quite deep. Jacaerys Targaryen might have developed an infatuation faster than he could pass a puck.

They held hands walking around Toronto, catching lunch as he showed her the sights. They rested on a bench in a park, Jace's arm slung around her shoulders, their heads close together as they spoke. The pair of them stared at her phone, giggling. The actress read off the Instagram post, "Starlet dating hockey star Jace Velaryon?"

"They're quick with it, for the love of god don't look at the comments."

Her pretty eyes rolled, "They call me an industry whore, nothing new, let me see this." Her red lacquered nail clicked on the comments. She guffawed, lips spreading into a smile. Jace raised a brow and looked over. He shook his head in annoyance-- how could 'fans' of his be so angry? Wouldn't they want him to be happy?

'Please, this won't last a second.'

'Pr relationship so obvious.'

'Jaceeeee whyyyyy she's such a bad actress.'

"A Golden Globe nominee is a bad actress? God, don't listen to that nonsense," he grumbled, tightening his arm around her shoulders. She shrugged and clicked on a fan page of her own. Jace seemed to settle at the more uplifting comments. He laughed out loud at one, 'Loveeee get it mother!' Jace outright guffawed at the second one, 'Be careful babes, don't get split by his infamous horse dick!!!'

"I like my fans better. I'll have to check out your fan cams at some point."

Jace rolled his eyes, helplessly grinning. His eyes flicked to a camera shuttering. Ah great, paparazzi, he thought. The brunette was planning on intentionally kissing her. He glared at the person and sniffed, "Come on, let's head back to my place for a bit." She cooed "What? Don't want your pic taken Jacey?"

"Nope, we need nap time before hitting the nightlife."

"I hope we see Drake. That would be cool."

Jace laughed his ass off. When they got into the elevator he crowded her up, hands on her waist. She inhaled, eyes widening, full lips quirking up. He murmured softly, "You're so...I can't find the words." Her arms loosely linked around his shoulders, soft lips so close. She whispered, "Actions speak louder than words pretty boy."

Next thing Jace knew her legs were locked around his hips, the pair making out as he blindly keyed open the door to his loft. Kicking the door open, the brunette pressed her against the wall, mouthing his way down her neck. The actress' nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned, breasts heaving in excitement. He nipped at her collarbone, mumbling, "Lemme eat you out, fuck, please."

"Bed now," she demanded in return.

He deposited the beauty on his bed, wildly jerking at his clothes. She was shimmying off her leggings, the sweatshirt she borrowed hitting the wall. Jace climbed atop her in his underwear, grinding against her pussy, mouth latching back onto plush lips. She whined under her breath when he lapped into her mouth, calloused hands playing with peaked nipples.

They grew sloppy, Jace finally kissing and sucking his way down her tight body. He grabbed one of her legs as he sucked on the thin skin of the hip, dark eyes blown black with arousal. She gripped at his hair, breathless, "Fu-uck Jacaerys, please, please." Jace grinned, rumbling, "I gotcha baby, screw the club, I'll show you a good time tonight yeah?" He was hopelessly earnest, swollen lips hovering above her mound.

"Yes yes baby, want it all, please, you're killing me." Jace could lose his mind at the way her voice cracked into a whimper, brows pinching in agony. She even thrust fruitlessly upwards-- Jace's other hand keeping her hip pinned. He grunted, "Spread em' sweetheart."

He tongued at her engorged clit off the rip, hands digging into the soft meat of the thighs. The actress cried out, back arching all gorgeous, tits bouncing with the movement. Her hand tightened in his curls as Jace suckled, eyes watching every little move. He snuck his fore and middle fingers up and across her sopping slit, smirking.

He delved them into her cunt as his tongue joined, playfully lapping as the excess slick, moaning at her natural taste. She whimpered again, thighs tightening as Jacaerys crooked his fingers up into her g-spot, flicking his tongue upwards and back to her clitoris. He paused to groan, "You feel good pretty girl?"

She moaned his name and babbled nonsense, pussy throbbing and drenching his fingers. Jacaerys' smiled-- she moaned his name just as he imagined. He had a rhythm alternating between teasing jabs of his tongue and suckling on the bundle of nerves. She was growing frantic, tossing her hair around and practically howling in pleasure.

He sped up the pace, relentlessly working her pretty pussy until the darling shrieked his name, clenching his hair. Her thighs twitched and clamped around his head, body arched as she heaved and cried. Jace groaned at her gushing around his fingers, long lashes fluttering in pure want. He needed to fuck her, now.

He pulled down his briefs as she laid back, panting, pretty face dazed and flushed-- a light sheen of sweat had covered her naked body. He climbed atop her, pleading, "C'mon sweets, think you can take it? Take me? I'll give you another orgasm, too goddamn perfect not too, god."

Her lidded eyes widened at his cock. It was flushed and heavy, too heavy to do anything but hang between his impossibly toned thighs. The actress rasped, "Give it to me, I can take it, ease it in." She kissed the brunette open-mouthed and wet, shaky legs pulling up to cage his hips in.

Jace's breath stuttered as he guided the fat tip of his cock into her soaked pussy, feeling the stretch immediately. She clung to him, pouring herself into his lips, nails digging into his shoulder blades. He slid in another agonizing two inches, gasping, "Fuck you're tight."

She responded by sucking blooming marks into his tensed neck, eyes rolling up when the thick middle of his cock spread her wide open. "Jacaerys, Jacaerys, you feel so good- so damn big baby!" He kept pushing against the slight resistance, settling as deep as he could.

His brown eyes clenched tight, she was like a silky glove around his cock. Hazily he felt her stomach, eyes lolling around at the bump from his cock. She was mewling wetly at the junction of neck and shoulder, non-stop babbling about being so full. Jace panted, "Mm, yeah, lookit' you, stretched your pretty pussy out."

He began to fuck in earnest, chasing a high. Her cunt dragged and clung to his fat cock, ridged insides sending sharp arousal up his spine. Jace lost himself in the moment, mouthing at a pert nipple, heavy balls slapping against her ass. She cried and yelled, worthy of a fucking porno. He knew he wasn't going to last long. But the way she was practically shivering and fuck-dumb, slurring her words of nonsense, she was right with Jace.

"M'gonna cum baby, you on birth control?"

"Fuck me, jus' keep fuckin' me," she rasped. Plan B was always an option when her mind returned to non-mush. Jace kept fucking her as instructed, groans growing desperate and guttural. His balls were drawing up, aching from how needy he was to cum.

He kissed her one more time, swallowing her noises before pulling back to pant against her cheek, hips beginning to stutter. He snuck a hand down to her cunt, thumbing her clit. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better-- she shrieked again. A gush of her slick engulfed his cock, wet noises filling the bedroom. Jace cried her name, shoving himself deep and filling her up.

He might've sent her into another orgasm but Jacaerys was whited out from pleasure. All the athlete could do was pathetically groan as his cock twitched and pumped his heavy load into her cock, thickening the slick coating on his prick, collecting around where they joined. It was delightfully filthy. He came too with a deep inhale, sliding out with a mewl and flopping away.

Overstimulation was a common theme with the girls he fucked-- Jace knew to give some space in the immediate aftermath. It wasn't too long before she complained, "Why are you flopped over there? Get over here, you just fucked my brains out."

He grinned like a sap. How did she have yet another moment where he found himself deeper in desire for the woman. Jace murmured, "My bad, my bad, didn't want to overheat you or anything." She retorted, "I'm a cuddler Jacaerys Targaryen, you should remember that about your girlfriend." He chuckled, jerking her into his embrace, tucking a chin on her shoulder.

"They didn't lie about your horse dick. Hate to tell your fan girlies that cock belongs to me now."

Jace smirked, pressing a gentle peck to her skin, "It's all yours, believe me. They can find the next rookie of the year to be their online boyfriend."

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #fic request #jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon smut #jace velaryon smut #jacaerys velaryon x reader #modern au #hockey player jace

[yanderelionwrites]

MHA Yandere Lists: Types of Darlings They'd Go After

Content Warning: yandere, kidnapping, obsessive & possessive behavior

The Shy Darling - Oh dear, you are just too precious, aren’t you? So shy and innocent. So meek and submissive. Honeyed words or just the simplest touch is enough to make you an embarrassed and flustered mess, and these Yanderes revel in that fact. Your timidness, while endearing, causes for concern, however. There’s no way you’ll be able to make it through life on your own with the way you are now. They’ve seen first hand how cruel and dangerous the world can be, and the last thing they want is to see you swallowed up whole. Let them handle the hard stuff, okay, honey? They’ll take care of everything from now on. Just be a good Darling and accept their “help”.

| Dabi, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, FAT GUM, Himiko Toga, IZUKU MIDORIYA, Mezo Shoji, Midnight, Mina Ashido, MIRIO TOGATA, Natsuo Todoroki, Nejire Hado, Sero Hanta, Shoto Todoroki, TAMAKI AMAJIKI, Tenya Iida, Tsuyu Asui

The Kind Darling - Your big-hearted nature and empathy for others is what drew them in. We need more people like you in this world, so why wouldn’t they feel the urge to protect you? You’re just so considerate and caring… They need that kind of warmth in their life. They crave your gentle caress as you tell them everything will be alright… Can’t you give them at least that much? They just might use your kindness against you, guilt-tripping you into staying with them. You wouldn’t leave someone in need of comfort hanging, right? No, Darling…you wouldn’t. 

| ALL MIGHT, Hawks, Izuku Midoriya, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jiro, Mr. Compress, Natsuo Todoroki, OCHAKO URARAKA, Present Mic, Re-Destro, Shota Aizawa, SHOTO TODOROKI, SPINNER, Tamaki Amajiki, Tenya Iida, TWICE

The Fierce Darling - What a spitfire you are, sweetheart. You refuse to break, though that hardly deters the Yandere from pursuing you. From claiming what’s theirs. They like a good challenge, and turning you from a wild beast into a tame pet is sure to be a satisfying one. While they can’t wait for the day that you finally submit to them, they still love your unruly and rebellious attitude. It gives them a reason to punish you, and show you just how ridiculous it is for you to think you actually stand a chance against them.

| All For One, Dabi, Endeavor, KATSUKI BAKUGO, Midnight, MIRKO, Overhaul, Present Mic, Tomura Shigaraki

The Lonely Darling - At first, they pitied you. You lived alone, didn’t have any friends to hang out with, and no family members that wanted to reach out and see how you were doing. Your schedule was work, eat, sleep, and it pained the Yandere to see you live this way. You may think you’re not lonely, maybe even outright say you aren’t, but they can see right through you. They understand the feeling of having no one around for them, so it was only a matter of time before they decided to whisk you away to their home. You won’t be lonely any longer now, dear… They’ll always be there for you.

| Eijiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami, HAWKS, HITOSHI SHINSO, Izuku Midoriya, Mezo Shoji, Mr. Compress, Sero Hanta, Shota Aizawa, SPINNER, Tamaki Amajiki, Tomura Shigaraki, TWICE

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Thanks for reading! Lemme know if there are any other MHA characters you want me to add to future lists!

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[lyomeii]

jujutsu kaisen ladies (pt.1)

➺ characters: shoko ieri, nobara kugisaki and mei mei.

➺ warnings/notices: lightly yandere themes, manipulation, obsession, isolation, mentioned kidnapping, arranged marriage, mentioned violence, shoko smoking, codependency in mei mei, lightly spoiler from manga (you if you notice of course).

➺ a/n: i love women and there is almost zero content about them around tumblr in the x reader, so I’m making my part.

shoko ieiri

-> her unhealthy behavior is easily hide with her cool and nonchalant attitude. yet, there is a small hint in her eyes whatever you approach her after working to either offer a coffee to help her stay awake after a long shit or just to talk. it’s a sweet view to see shoko smiling at you as her hands slowly holds your at any chance, her slender figures caress your skin and always make you blush like crazy.

-> being close to shoko means that you got used to her smoke habits, specially when is just her around and despite loving it, she will never ever offer you one and you better not ask it. aside from her habit being almost daily, she is often surprised by how much you are willingly to spend time with her. you sometimes cough or wears masks just be closer to her, how adorable.

-> during her days off (which isn’t common), she just loves spend at her place with you. sleeping till late at bed with the two of you cuddling as the sun hits your face through the window. her soft brown eyes staring at your sleeping form while her soft hand caress your lips, wanting to steal a kiss when you wake up soon.

nobara kugisaki

-> it’s hard to nobara to admit that she fell in love with you at first sigh when you step in the tokyo high as a transfer from kyoto. she claimed you as a rival and the right hand of mai, making it a funny experience for you as she often tried to ‘defeat’ you during trainings as well showcase her abilities when possible. making it a lovely scene to everyone present, the spitfire and the calm together.

-> as the two of you get closer, nobara gets more embarrassed to be around you. her cheeks going red whatever you speak directly at her or when you cleaned the dirty of her face after a mission, making your face so closer to hers…she almost kissed you there, but she didn’t as everyone was watching the two of you. one day, as everyone was gone for a mission, leaving the two of you at the dorms alone, nobara decided to take things further with a kiss. holding your face as the two of you were watching a movie, she pressed her lips against yours and ran out of the room, leaving you completely alone after such act. she hides herself inside of the many classroom of the school as you began searching for her.

-> despite the many times you yelled for her name, nobara stood quietly as she hides herself inside a locker. hearing that you accept her feelings and you return it made her almost open the closet, yet a feeling of shame was inside her heart…will it change the friendship with her? after minutes of hiding, nobara step out and the two of you accept dating her, now she wishes to spend the rest of her life with you regardless of the time you have together with her.

mei mei

-> money. that’s how she got you in the very first place, she hired you as some type of personal assistant to take care of her finances and others things, making it easy to interact with you in daily bases without any problems or suspicious. now as you work as her assistant, you’ve to know everyone about mei mei, including her favorite foods (which you cook almost everyday), outfit for the day (you make sure to make her look perfectly) and of course, to take care of her place (like a stay-at-house spouse!). aren’t you so sweetie for her?

-> as much having a great salary from mei mei, you can’t feel weird about it, but you quickly choose to ignore it once she gave you a rise. now, with a bubbly smile you work hard everyday to make sure your boss is granted by your efforts in order to make you gains extra points and maybe extra credits for once you go shopping later. probably buying something to her too!

-> there are times that you wonder why people left you. mom and father don’t call anymore nor your friends, could it be that working for mei mei got your whole schedule? probably so, but it’s so pretty seeing her smiling whatever you finish doing her tasks or you are done with food and she kisses your lips as a thank you…are you even her assistant or something more? her hands on your waist as you clean the dishes and the sweet whispers of love before sleeping ok the same bed with mei mei, could it that you two are dating now?

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Maverick's Little Co-Pilot

Request: hi

I was wondering if you could write a mav x daughter where he took her to work with him (maybe the second movie but it is up to you) and she falls asleep in the control tower and bradley finds her and brings her to mav. maybe she didn't sleep that good the night before so mav doesn't want to wake her up so he just holds her and carrys on with his day but with a sleeping child. everyone on base thinks it is hilarious so no one takes him seriously lol. also maybe she wakes up at one point but he is able to help her back to sleep very quickly and the admirals think that it is funny how such a reckless pilot can be such a good dad.

100% your choice thank you for your time

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

First Installment: Maverick's Little Co-Pilot

Second Installment: A Father's Fury

Warnings: Fluff

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Maverick loved his little spitfire of a daughter. His little girl was the spitting image of him right down to her attitude. Once she set her mind to something forget about trying to change her mind. Her eyes were the same color as his, whatever color they may be.

In all honesty, if it were up to Maverick he would bring his little girl to work with him every day. Everyone loved his 3-year-old little girl. She was in preschool, the one on base, and it only went half a day so she was preoccupied during the morning and she usually went to Penny and Amelia during the afternoon. But the preschool called early Friday morning saying that they were closed due to a bug going around the school. It was too late for him to try and get a babysitter and Penny was gone with Amelia on a sailing trip. So when he got ready to go to work he got her ready to go with him but it was nowhere a peaceful night for either of them.

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It was a Thursday and Maverick had just picked his daughter up for school. As he went in to get her, her teacher stopped him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Mitchell. I wanted to raise some concerns with you about your daughter." Ms. Lake said to him and that surprised him, she had never given him any problem before.

"Oh?" Maverick questioned.

"She has been very irritable and had been refusing to do anything we asked. Is there anything that could cause her to be like this?" Mrs. Lake asked and Maverick stood there to think.

"None that I know of. She was fine when I got her ready and dropped her off this morning." Maverick told the teacher and the teacher nodded.

"If there is anything that I can do, please don't hesitate to call." She said and Maverick nodded. She left him to go and greet some other parents, Maverick stood there watching his daughter and after a few minutes walked over to her. He bent down to her level.

"Hey, Sweetheart." He said to her and she instantly perked up.

"Daddy!" She practically yelled out to him and launched herself into his arms and thanks to his quick reflexes caught her. "Miss you." She said and Maverick smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He needed to get to the bottom of her attitude.

"You ready to go?" He asked her and she nodded frantically. As they were walking Mrs. Lake looked at them and shrugged her shoulders and Maverick did the same back to her, this was a complete 180 from the girl just a few hours ago. He felt her nod her head and buried her face into his neck. He grabbed her backpack off of the hook and slung it over the shoulder that she wasn't occupying.

Maverick walked out of the building and to his blacked-out Chevrolet Silverado. He unlocked it and opened the back door to where her car seat sat. He still had his motorcycle but now that he had her it got used less and less. He still had his hanger but also had an actual house close to the base. When she came into his life his living situation and car situation changed... dramatically. He buckled her into the car seat and put her backpack beside her and got into the driverside, he buckled in and started the engine, and started his 40-minute drive home, more if there is traffic. "How was your day, Sweetheart?" Maverick asked her and she was quiet for a minute and he looked in the review mirror.

"It ok." She said in a quiet voice not looking at him and fidgeting with some of her hair. This worried her father. She was never like this. She was normally outgoing and for her to shut down and lash out was not right.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked her. He was stopped at a stoplight so he could look at her longer and she shook her.

"No, Daddy." She said after a minute she added "Nothing wrong." She said and finally looked up at him. He nodded and then the light turned green and he paid attention to the road, something he started doing since he was driving with precious cargo.

Finally, they arrived home. Normally he would take her to Penny and go back to work but since it was actually raining for once in California they grounded all jets until the storm let up. He pulled into the driveway opened the garage and pulled in and killed the engine. He shut the garage as he was getting out and shut his door and then opened the driverside back door and unbuckled his daughter and they carried on into the house and grabbed her backpack. "Ok, Sweetheart. What do you want to eat?" He asked her as he put her down on the ground along with her backpack and toed off his shoes and helped her take hers off.

"Mac n' cheese." She said in a quiet voice this was not his energetic little girl he dropped off this morning.

"Ok. Do you want to help me make it?" He asked her and she shrugged her shoulders. "Do you want to go and watch some cartoons while it's being made?" He asked her and she nodded her head. "Ok, Sweetheart go ahead and sit on the couch I'll bring it to you when it's done." He said and she nodded and hurried off to the living room. She was fine leaving him since she knew he was just a short amount of feet away.

Once the food was done, he grabbed two bowls and filled them, and brought them to the living room. Y/N was lying down when she heard her dad come into the living room she sat up and he handed her a bowl, and sat down next to her. They were silent as they ate while watching reruns of Tom and Jerry. He needed to get to the bottom of this. "Sweetheart, your teacher said you were acting out. Why is that?" He asked her, noticing she was done eating, and so was he. He took the bowls and sat them on the coffee table.

"You in accident. You leave me." She said and the realization hit him hard.

"Sweetheart, where did you hear that?" Maverick asked her.

"Roo and Jakey." She said not looking at him with tears in her eyes. His heart melted. He was also going to have a talking to those two men.

"It's ok. I'm not going anywhere." He said and opened his arms and she crawled into them and snuggled into him. But he knew she wasn't listening and it was going to be a long night.

Throughout the rest of the day, they hung together and did some inside activities due to the rain. Each time he left the room she would panic and call out for Maverick. It was supper time and they were having her favorite, chicken strips and fries.

They had sat down at the dinner table and she was quiet. This really wasn't like his energetic 3-year-old. "Sweetheart you hungry?" He asked her and she shook her head no. "Can you at least eat something?" He asked almost pleading. She nodded and slowly ate her dinner once she had her fill she pushed her plate away. Maverick had long finished eating. "You done?" He asked her and she nodded her head. "Ok. Ready for a bath and bed?" He asked her she stayed quiet.

"No bath." She said and shook her head as Maverick got her from her seat and headed towards the bathroom. She started to squirm. "No bath, Daddy." She said and Maverick sighed.

"Please for me." He said and she looked into his eyes.

"Otay." She said with an eye roll. He reached the bathroom and sat her down while kneeling in front of her. He started to run the bath and found the right temperature and plugged the tub. Maverick watched it fill up while undressing her with little help from her. Once it was the right amount he stopped the water and sat her down in the tub. She didn't play much which made it easy for Maverick but also worried him. He washed her hair and gently cleaned her.

"Ok. Bedtime." He said and started to get her towel he unplugged the tub and let the water drain "Stand up." He said gently and she did. He stood up and wrapped the towel around her he dried her off some and picked her up and attacked her neck with kisses and she giggled. Once she was somewhat dry he carried her to her room and started to get her dressed. He sat on the bed and had her stand while he brushed out her hair.

Maverick got off the bed and pulled the covers back and picked up his daughter. He laid her in her bed and tucked her I'm. He grabbed a book and sat down leaning against the headboard and started to read to her until he was finished. He started to leave "Ok, Sweetheart. Have a goodnight and sweet dreams." He said and kissed her forehead but her brow furrowed.

"Daddy no leave." She said and started to cry. He stopped in his tracks.

"Sweetheart, you have to go to sleep." He said and she shook her head.

"No." She said and be sighed.

"I'll stay just until you fall asleep." True to his word he did just that. He got into the same position as he did when he read her a bedtime story. She snuggled into him and 20 minutes later she was out like a light... for now.

Once her breathing evened out he carefully got up. He quietly crept to the door and opened it, walked out, and cracked it. It was only 9:20 PM so he decided to do something work around the house until 10 PM.

9:30 PM rolled around and he heard little patters of feet coming out of his daughter's room. Maverick sighed. Y/N appeared in the living room where he was folding clothes. "Sweetheart. What are you doing up?" He asked and she looked at him and rubbed her eyes.

"Me no sleep without you." She said and he walked over to her and picked her up.

"At least try for me." Maverick asked and she shook her head.

"No." She said and pouted.

"Please?" He asked her.

"Na-uh." She said. He was getting frustrated but took some breaths and calmed down.

"You're going back to bed." He said sternly and walked to her bedroom with her in his arms. When he got there he gently laid her down and tucked her in, again, and walked out of the room. She stayed there for 10 minutes just enough time for him to put away some clothing of his. Then he heard little patters of feet, again. He turned to find her at the entrance of his bedroom. "Y/N." He warned and she gave him a look like 'What are you gonna do about it?' He picked her up and walked to her bedroom again and laid her down and wordlessly walked out of her room.

Maverick went back to his room to finish up and when 9:50 PM rolled around here came his daughter. He turned to greet her "Y/N Carole Mitchell. Bed now." He said sternly not raising his voice and picked her up and walked her back to her room once again.

10 PM rolled around he didn't hear anything so he got ready for bed and laid down. He was just about to go to sleep when he heard his name being called in almost a panic.

"DADDY!" Y/N yelled out and that had him shooting out of his bed and into her room. He flipped on the light and saw his daughter with tear tracks down her cheeks.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asked.

"You gone." She said and Maverick sighed.

"Oh, Sweetheart." He said and walked over to her and hugged her. "Do you want to go sleep in Daddy’s bed?" He asked and she nodded. He picked her up and walked to his room. When he got there he tucked her in and cuddled her. He fell asleep when he felt her breath even out.

They might've slept for an hour before she was tossing and turning and calling out to Maverick. He would wake up startled and then wake her up.

This kept happening each hour on the dot. Let's just say neither of them got any sleep. 7:30 AM rolled but both of them were already awake. They were in the kitchen, Maverick was nursing a coffee leaning back on the counter watching his daughter eat breakfast. They both had a tired look on their face and bags under their eyes.

Maverick zoned out and when his phone rang it started him. He picked it up and before he could say hello the automated voice of his daughter’s preschool came through. "This is Miramar Navy Preschool. Due to the flu going around the school will be closed for the day. We'll let you know when classes resume. Thank you and have a good day." Well, it looks like Y/N would be coming to work with him. "Sweetheart, it looks like you're coming to work with me today." Maverick said and she looked at him and smiled. He grabbed her backpack and started filling it with things he needed.

"Me like going to work with you." She said and that caused him to smile. After he had his coffee and she had her breakfast. Maverick got them both ready to go to work and headed that way.

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When he got to work he pulled into his parking spot labeled Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, parked, killed the engine, and got out. He then got Y/N out and carried her along with her backpack filled with food, books, and toys to work with him. He walked into the building and into his office and closed the door. "Ok," he said and got down on her level after setting her down "If you can't be with me then you go to Rooster or Hondo. Understand?" He asked her and she nodded her head.

"Yes, Daddy." She replied as she looked into his same-colored eyes. He nodded and started to set her up next to him. He sat her on the chair and he got to work. The door was shut so anyone that needed to come had to knock. There wasn't much going on that morning until he needed to be up in his jet at noon.

Noon rolled around quicker than anticipated. He called Hondo in and a few minutes later he was strolling in. "What can I do for you Mav?" He asked then he saw Y/N.

"I was wondering if you could take her while I'm up in the air. Rooster is going to be up there with me along with most of Daggers. Also, new students are coming in." Maverick said while being preoccupied but aware of the conversation. He looked up when he was done talking.

"Of course Mav. Anywhere you want me to take her?" He asked and Maverick shook his head.

"Just keep her entertained." Mav said.

"What about the control tower?" Hondo asked Maverick.

"That's fine." He said and then turned to his daughter, who in turn looked at her father. "You stay with Hondo and if he leaves you in the control tower you stay there. Understood?" He asked her and she nodded her head.

"Yes, Daddy." She said and Maverick nodded and then stood up and picked her up. He brought her over to Hondo and handed her off. Once he started to leave she started throwing a fit and Maverick stopped.

"Sweetheart, I'll be back in a little bit. You'll get to see me up in the air in the control tower. I promise." Maverick said and she seemed to think it over and then rubbed her eyes, a sign of her being tired, she nodded her head. They went off their separate ways.

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As Hondo was walking he got stares but nobody asked. Once he arrived at the control tower he walked inside and sat her down. "Remember what your dad said right?" He asked her when he bent down to her height and she nodded her head.

"Uh-huh." She said and he nodded.

"Good. Do you want to go and sit up front?" He asked and she nodded enthusiastically and he smiled so was so a Mini Maverick. He took her up there and sat her down next to the person in control and boy did she ask a lot of questions.

She got really excited when the jets began taking off, of course in Maverick fashion he buzzed the tower and she squealed excitedly. "Daddy!" She yelled out and looked out into the air with big round doe eyes.

After a few more rounds of questions, and the person in control answered patiently, the lack of sleep was getting to her. In no less than 20 minutes she was out like a light snoring softly.

Hondo walked up to them and saw her asleep. He didn't want to wake her so he quietly told the person next to her that he got called away and that she needed to stay here. Really what happened was that the young hotshot students made a bet just like the Daggers did and now had to do 200 pushups.

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After everyone landed Maverick and the others did a post-flight check. Maverick walked to Hondo. "Where's Y/N?" He asked him.

"She fell asleep in the control tower." He said

"She should be good up there while I go and lecture these students. But I don't want her to overstay her welcome." He said sounding conflicted then Bradley walked over having heard the conversation.

"It's alright Mav. I'll go and get her. I'm done with everything. " He told him and he nodded.

"Jut don't wake her up. She didn't have a very good night last night." Maverick said and Bradley nodded.

"You got it Mav." Bradley said and headed towards the control tower. Once he got there he took the stairs two at a time. He opened the door and stood there for a minute and spotted her. He walked over to her and she was sound asleep.

"She wasn't too much trouble was she?" He asked the person in charge and they shook their head.

"Not at all." They said and Bradley smiled and nodded. He carefully picked her up without waking her and got her situated. She wiggled a little bit but stayed asleep snuggling into Bradley's neck. He began to move and tightened his hold as he began to descend the steps when he took the first step she woke up for just a moment.

"Roo?" She asked as she sleepily looked up at him.

"Yes, MJ?" He asked, he was the first to give her the nickname Maverick Jr. which than got shortened to MJ.

"Where we go?" She asked already leaning her head back onto her shoulders and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"We're going to your dad." He said and she hmmed and went back to sleep. He chuckled and started to descend the stairs once again. Bradley was the older brother she always wanted. He walked to Maverick's office but he wasn't there. Bradley continued to walk around the building with a sleeping 3-year-old until he found him in a classroom having just finished teaching. He walked in and Maverick lit up with a smile.

"Did she wake up?" He asked Bradley.

"Once but went right back to sleep afterwards." He told him and Maverick nodded. Maverick carefully unwrapped her arms from Bradley's neck and then transitioned her over to him and she clung to him like a koala. They both started to walk out of the room to Maverick's office when they got stopped by Cyclone, Warlock, and another visting Admiral.

"Captain Mitchell and Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw." Admiral West started "Maverick I must say it's interesting to see such a reckless pilot being a dad." He said in a teasing manner but they didn't take it like that. When the Daggers had successfully completed the mission they were prompted.

"As reckless as Maverick is in the skies. He's an even better dad. He's taken care of Y/N ever since she was a newborn." Warlock said taking up for Maverick. Admiral West scoffed.

"It is very true that he is a very good father. I respect him for that. I know it's not easy to balance a 3-year-old and a demanding job." Cyclone said as if Maverick and Bradley weren't there. Warlock turned to Maverick.

"How was training?" He asked him.

"It was good. If you want we can go to the conference room and discuss the training." Maverick suggested and they did just that. Bradley offered to take Y/N but Maverick didn't want to move her again since she was sleeping, and sleeping well.

The debriefing on the class and training was going well but Maverick and Bradley could tell that Admiral West was not taking him seriously. "Sorry to interrupt but is something wrong?" Maverick asked directing his attention to the visiting Admiral.

"How can I take you seriously with a child in your arms?" Admiral West asked and Bradley just about had enough and he didn't care if he got in trouble.

"You should take him seriously anytime no matter if he has his daughter in his arms or not. He's a great pilot and a great father." Bradley said and the Admiral looked at him with a shocked expression on his face.

"Excuse me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw that is no way to treat your higher up." Admiral West said and before he could anybody else speak.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Admiral West. If you're not going to respect a Captain who successfully returned all aviators and WSOs home, then you need leave. Now." Cyclone said, and Admiral West scoffed and got up and left the room. Maverick was shocked that Cyclone would stand up for him.

Cyclone turned to Maverick and nodded. "You are dismissed. You can go back to your office and let that little girl sleep. We'll let you know when you're needed." Cyclone said.

"What about the other classes?" Maverick asked still shocked.

"Rooster will be taking care of those along with the other Daggers." Warlock said and Maverick nodded and both Cyclone and Warlock got up and left. Maverick looked at Bradley.

"That was brave of you." Maverick said

"Well, he had no right to speak about you like that." Bradley said.

"Thank you." He told Bradley

"Anytime, Mav." Bradley said to him. They got up and started in their own direction. Maverick arrived at his office where he sat down with his little girl in his arms, who hadn't moved even with all the talking.

Every now and then she would move in her sleep but wouldn't wake up. She would just snuggle into him deeper and that brought a smile onto his face. Maverick was just glad to have her in his life. Nothing could take her away from him, not now and not ever, she is his everything. Y/N was his mini co-pilot. He started on his plans for his next class that was going to be taught by Bradley and the others. It was just him holding his little girl in silence with the sounds of the occasional jet flying by. That was his paradise.

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𝐀/𝐍: Ok, this was a little too short for my tastes so I'll post pt. 3 soon (which is already done and a lot longer than this since PLOT) but enjoy!

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. . .

A suffocating choke of panic tore at your insides at the sound of the demon’s voice, ringing loud and clear through the pristine speakers of the vintage radio, the haunted device still clutched in the shadow's dark, bony talons. 

The apparition's form crackled with static as your back went rigid and the muscles in your thighs tensed against your armchair, prepared to run at the first sign of danger.

Christ, I might start praying again if this shit keeps happening-! 

“Have you gone hard of hearing, my dear? Or are you truly that inhospitable of a hostess?” The demon was practically grinning through the speakers as it teased you, taking you completely off-guard. His voice that had haunted your dreams was so wildly different and... hauntingly charming, in a soul-rattling way.

“W-What the hell do you want...?” 

“Oh, I’m only checking in on my favorite little human~, making sure my visit didn’t rattle you, too much~...”

He chuckled huskily through the speakers, and you would’ve rolled your eyes at the flatter, had you not been terrified to your core. Being the favorited among the poor souls that some psychotic demon specialized in collecting was no prize to be sought after, nor should it be even considered a compliment.  

Unfortunately for you, this was now your reality. Being the favored among the demon’s possibly vast collection of toys. 

“Favorite? What, because you own my soul, or some shit?”  

The demon laughed, his deep, rich voice summoning a kaleidoscope of butterflies into your stomach. “Oho, you catch on quite quickly, my dear!”

He chuckled heartily for a few more seconds, and the tension in your shoulders was suddenly released at his seemingly laid-back posture. 

“Though, I’d say it’d have something to do with that spitfire tongue of yours,” his voice tickled like a warning against your ears, bringing an underlying feeling of unease. 

Tread carefully, now. Don’t do anything to piss him off. 

“Alright then, fair enough," you leaned against your chair, trying to get your nerves to relax as a healthy dose of pumping adrenaline screamed for you to run far, far away from this beast. That associating with him would only spell your demise.

“Tell me your name.” 

“Hm?” The shadow tilted its head at you, like a confused puppy. It was as if the demon was moving through it, or the shadow was moving for him. Like a puppet.

You huffed. “If I have to ‘devote my soul’ to you, or whatever, I should at least have something to call you,” you let your sentence hang in the air, almost anxious for the demon’s answer as he hummed at your suddenly bold attitude.  

How naive. I can smell your fear from here, my Doe. 

And what a choice of words! Devote your soul to him? A deliciously intimate sentiment that he quite liked, much more than he’d care to admit. 

“Well, I suppose that’s a given...” you sat unblinking while the demon seemed to think it over, and pinpointed the trans-Atlantic accent of his that excited the air with a lively vintage flair. One that a deeply buried part of you that should shut the fuck up found quite charming.

“The name’s Alastor, my dear! And yours?” The shadow leapt forward out of its chair and loomed over you, extending its hand for you to take as its eerie smile stretched across its face even further.

Alastor, huh? Not exactly a name you’d hear being tossed around on the streets, these days.  

You hesitantly took the shadow’s hand and told him your name, plus a polite, “It’s... Nice to meet you, I guess. Again.” 

Narrowing your eyes from the memory of the rather unpleasant experience of meeting the new owner of your soul, you cleared your throat.

There were many questions that you had for this... Alastor. First and foremost, how the hell did he acquire your soul? Why did he sound like he was from a completely different time? What did he look like? Was he going to drag you down into Hell with him?

Those were among the more important ones.

“I have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind, Alastor...” 

He shivered from the other end of the line, gripping his microphone with fervor. Oh, how he loved to hear his name pour from your pretty lips. 

“Ask away, my dear~,” the shadow leaned against the chair with a purr, gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes as the radio beside it hummed with static. 

Okay, start with something easy. “How did you even get my soul to begin with?” 

“My, my! You don’t start small, do you?” Alastor grinned into the microphone. Ah, yes, the tale of how he stumbled across your gem of a soul and was promised a soul slave that would tend to him for all of eternity. Such an offer was just too intriguing to refuse! 

Who knew the blonde starlet was hiding such a cute little jewel right up her sleeve? 

“It just so happened that a dear friend of mine was in possession of your soul. They simply offered up yours, in return for all their painfully predictable greed and lust satisfied. Quite the clever loophole, if you ask me!” You bristled slightly. Prying answers from the demon might be a bit more difficult than you thought.

How vague. Touché, Alastor. 

You watched as the shadow’s claws drummed upon the arm rest of the sofa, awaiting for your next question.

“And just what are you going to do with me, when I...” Your eyes flickered with a solemn emotion, knowing that your fate of being chained to this demon would surely drag you down into the blazing basement was guaranteed at this point. 

“Ohoho, you have no idea, do you~?” 

The hairs on the back of your neck rose and goose bumps prickled along your arms as the shadow towered over you, making you curl in on yourself as its lanky, wispy arms came to cage you underneath it.

A long, lithe tongue came to swipe across its lower lip, making an embarrassing heat pool just above your crossed legs. 

“It’s what I’m going to do to you that counts, my darling,” the shadow remained there for a moment longer and leaned ever so close so that you were mere centimeters away.

You couldn't move, couldn't close your eyes, and no deep-seated, primal fear could be found, now. Only shameful fantasies invading your headspace, before the shadow pulled away and settled back onto the couch with a wide, crooked smile while purring proudly, clearly very pleased with itself.

“Now, I do believe I deserve to ask a question of my own, my dear.” The apparition smirked down at you while you sank in your seat with flushed cheeks, still shaken from a dose of tonal whiplash.

“Alright...”  

“Just where do we happen to be? Why, I do wonder whether we’re in the States at all!” Alastor laughed boisterously, and a part of you winced at how fake it sounded. No, perhaps hollow was the word. It was like he was wearing a showman’s mask around you, pretentious and forced, and you hoped you wouldn’t have to live with it for long. 

He’d somehow manage to be even more unbearable... 

“We’re in New Orleans."

Pure silence met you, though the shadow had spoken for its master, as it excitedly raced over to the window like an eager child looking through the frost-paned window of a toy store during Christmastime, garnering a nice view of the city its owner so dearly adored. 

The radio buzzed and whirred behind you, as if it would jump up from its spot on the table. “Is that so?” 

You nodded. “Just moved here, a few weeks ago. Have you ever been?” 

“Have I been here?” He laughed incredulously. “Why, I was born and raised here!” Pride oozed from every syllable as the shadow stood tall with its chest puffed out, while you gripped the edge of your seat.

So, he was once a human?

“Really?” Though Alastor could not see you as of right now, he liked to imagine the cute shock flashing in your eyes, the way your brows raised and how you leaned over the chair as it creaked beneath your shifting weight. “What was it like, living here? When did you die?” 

“Hm... Just around the thirties, if I remember correctly!” He reveled in your soft gasp of shock. “Let me tell you, it was quite the time to be alive!” 

The shadow had stepped away from the window, walking around the living room and making dramatic gestures that carried the flair and elegance of a true showman. Along with Alastor’s addictive voice, it was like watching a live show.

And you were drinking up every drop.

“And, oh, the music! Perhaps one of these days, I’ll show you how to properly cut a rug,” the shadow winked down at you, bristling with glee at your flustered laughter. 

You watched as the shadow paced back and forth while Alastor chatted your ears off, finding your ice-cold resolve to avoid this demon at all costs deteriorating by the minute. 

But, still, all good things had to come to an end, as they say.

“Alright, alright, this has been fun, but...” you side-eyed your work laptop that sat innocently upon the kitchen countertop. “I really need to get to work, now.” 

The shadow drooped, its seemingly permanent smile dripping into a frown. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to abandon a lovely afternoon with me for that,” Alastor sneered at the laptop as the shadow pointed towards it accusingly, “silly, pompous, piece-of-shit, whatever the hell it is.” 

You sighed, standing your ground reluctantly. “Trust me, it’s not like I love working, but, hey, you know how it is.”  

Walking over to the laptop, you rolled your eyes as the shadow hissed lowly. “I won’t be long, okay? Now, unless having my soul warrants you keeping me from paying the bills, I’m getting to work.” 

“At least tell me what kind of entertainment it can provide that I can’t,” Alastor spat as the shadow crossed his arms and stood rigid above the laptop with a sharp scowl. 

“I told you, it’s not entertainment, it’s my job,” you replied with exasperation, “I’m an editor for a publishing company. Now, shoo, shoo, I have a manuscript to review,” you boldly waved your hands at the shadow in a ‘go on, git,’ motion. 

The shadow hunched over you with a low growl, its antlers stretching towards the ceiling as a harsh crackle of static pierced your ears.

“Now, is that any way to talk to your Master?”

A spike of fear tried prying you in the other direction towards the door, but a flicker of irritation at his very interesting choice of words won out against your sudden spine-chilling terror. 

“I don’t believe you have that right to call yourself my Master just yet,” your eye twitched as you clenched your fists, instantly reminded of who – no, what you were dealing with. You couldn’t have felt more stupid to be swayed by his charms in that moment. 

“Alright, then, have it your way,” the shadow curled around you with a low, almost seductive purr, tilting your chin upwards with a single, inky talon. “But know that I’ll be cashing in on that statement, when you eventually fall to me.” 

You raised an eyebrow, pupils thinning in a challenge. “Oh? And what makes you think I’m going to Hell with you?” 

“Oh, you will, darling. Trust me, you will.” 

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Next chapter will be lengthier but right now I'm just building up the ✨pLoT✨ so don't worry :) But the updates will be faster on my A03 account just because making them on Tumblr takes more time.

𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭: Forgot to use the updated taglist 😭 I'm sorry about that

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[fandomxpreferences]

Stupid Games, Stupid Prizes

Pairing Dad!Jake x female!reader

TW:brief mention of violence I guess

Summary: Jakes daughter is a dangerous combination of the two of you and he has his hands full.

You're on the tarmac with Jake when your phone rings and you frown at the caller ID. Jake looks over your shoulder and matches your expression before signaling for you to answer. You press the green button and move to a quieter place, Jake following close behind. 

"What did she do now?" You ask, not bothering with pleasantries. At this point, your daughter has caused enough trouble that phone calls from the principal are a regular occurrence.

Granted, the 'trouble' is usually her defending herself or someone else. You would think kids would have learned by now, but apparently not. 

"Mrs.Seresin, pleasure as always." The woman says, her voice dripping in sarcasm and you roll your eyes. You know she's not very fond of you or your daughter, but you don't care. Jake gives you an annoyed look, equally displeased with the principal's attitude. 

"Hendrix has gotten into another altercation." She explains and you can't help the smile that tugs at your lips. 

"Define altercation." 

Jake shakes his head at your mischievous smile and crosses his arms. You and Hendrix are two peas in a pod, there's no doubt about that. As if inheriting Jake's genes wasn't enough, she also got your spitfire personality. She's always been a force to be reckoned with. 

She's got Jake's blonde hair, green eyes, and irritating charm that can get her into or out of any situation. Pair that with your smart mouth and inability to take shit from anybody, and she's downright lethal. The world has always been hers for the taking. 

"She swung a tire iron at a boy's head." She answers matter of factly and you stifle a laugh. Jake's eyes go wide and you mouth 'sorry' before turning your attention back to the issue at hand. 

"Well, did he deserve it?" You question and the woman is stunned into silence for a few seconds. 

"Excuse me? That's your first question?" She asks in disbelief and you look over at Jake.

"Honestly, it's my only question. We raised our daughter to be respectful unless she's disrespected. So I have to assume that someone crossed a boundary." You reason and Jake gives you an approving nod. 

"And the answer is violence?" She asks disgusted.

"No ma'am. Violence is a question. The answer depends on the other person's behavior. So I'll ask again, did he deserve it?" You say, patience quickly wearing thin. Hendrix may have also gotten your short fuse but that's beside the point. 

"Well, she claims he touche-" she starts and you cut her off. 

"Well, there you go. He shouldn't have put his hands on her." You scoff, pride evident in your voice. 

"Mrs. Seresin she could have seriously hurt him." She tries to reason and this time Jake speaks up. 

"If she wanted to hit him, she would have. She doesn't miss, trust me. She wanted to scare him and it seems it worked." He tells her and you can almost see the shocked expression on her face. 

"You're okay with this, Mr.Seresin?" She exclaims, genuinely surprised. Between the two of you, Jake has always been more level-headed and it sends her for a loop that he would condone violence. 

"Who do you think taught her how to use the tire iron?" He smirks and you kiss his cheek. 

"This is unacceptable behavior." She tries again and you scoff loudly.

"Unacceptable behavior is putting your hands on someone without permission. Instead of teaching my daughter not to swing a tire iron, teach the boy not to do something that warrants it." You sass and Jake gives you a bright smile. 

"She should behave like the young lady she is, not a heathen!" The principal snaps and that's your tipping point. Jake doesn't even try to stop the venom spewing from your mouth, knowing that you're seeing red. 

"Lady is a code word for letting people walk all over you. She can be a lady and still handle her business. You want me to beat the assertiveness out of her so she's quiet and meek like you. I won't be doing that." You bark and immediately the woman tries to backtrack. 

"That's not what I'm trying to say. I'm just saying that she should learn other ways to handle situations. This is becoming normal and I can't have that." She tries again. 

"Well she's got Seresin blood in her veins and her mama fights grown men, so I don't think she'll be changing anytime soon. The next time he touches her that tire iron is going to make contact. And if she misses, I'll do it myself. Is there anything else or do I need to come down there?" It comes off as a threat and the woman clears her throat. 

"No, she's been sent home for the day. I just thought I would try to resolve this with her parents." 

You shake your head angrily and try to calm down. "Well consider it resolved. Have the day you deserve." 

At that, you hang up the phone and look at your husband. "Can you believe that shit?" 

He sighs and kisses the side of your head, trying to calm you down. "We knew from the moment she was born that she would be impossible to contain. Look who her parents are." He laughs and you join in. 

When you get home from work, Hendrix is already at home watching TV. She looks up when you come in and smiles sheepishly. You're glad that she's not afraid and doesn't feel the need to hide. She did nothing wrong and she knows that you have her back. 

You plop down on the couch next to her and hand her a drink from Starbucks. She takes it with a grateful smile and lays her head on your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry I'm always causing trouble." She whispers and your head snaps to look at her. 

"Hendrix Seresin don't you ever apologize for defending yourself. We raised you to be hardheaded and sure of yourself. We knew what that would look like when you got older." You assure her and she nuzzles in further. 

Jake comes in with a wide smile, holding a vase full of flowers. "We're proud of you. Like your mom said, we knew before you were even born that we'd have our hands full. I mean look at your genes for god's sake. We've loved every second of it, don't ever think otherwise."

She gives you both a bright smile and Jake joins in a big family hug before pulling back. 

"How about I take my girls out to a nice dinner tonight?" He offers and Hendrix looks at you before jumping up. 

"Sounds good, daddy." 

He watches as she goes off to get ready and wraps his arms around you. "She's your twin, you know." He laughs and you mock offense. 

"Oh please, that is all you. I just added a little fuel to the fire."

He raises his eyebrows and stares down at you. "You've almost gotten arrested on more than one occasion." He reminds you and you roll your eyes.

''Keyword almost. I always talk my way out of it." You sass and he nods.

"Exactly. Like I said, she's your twin." He teases and you finally chuckle.

"Well, at least we know she wont be calling from jail. She'll charm her way out of handcuffs." You retort and he groans at the thought.

"You two are going to be the death of me."

Hendrix has always been a ball of flames and you and Jake have always fanned them, refusing to let the world snuff her out. Sometimes that bites you in the ass, but neither of you would change a thing.

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[thecuriousquest]

You Belong to Me

Yandere Izuku x Reader

Summary: This reader is a little spitfire with a give ‘em hell attitude. You fight Izuku on everything, and he’s just trying his best to love you.

Warnings: violence, kidnapping, bondage

Checkout my Master List here.

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You wake up with heavy lids in an unfamiliar room. Looking around, all you notice is you’re lying on a fairly large bed next to a bedside table with a lamp on it. Across from you is an armoire, and there are two doors along with one window in your room.

You push yourself to stand up, but you realize that your ankle is cuffed to the railing of the footboard. Panicking, you start yelling for help.

Footsteps pound up the steps shortly before the door to your room bursts open. You see a young man with a mop of green hair and freckles standing in the doorway.

“Help me! Please, get these things off of me! Call the police!” You’re so shaken up as one thing rolls off of your tongue after another.

He walks over to you and sits down beside you on the bed. “Hey, calm down. There’s no reason to be scared. I’m here. I did this to you to keep you with me. This is the first step of the rest of our lives together. Let’s not get off to a bad start.”

You can see the happiness in his eyes, the absolute positivity. It enrages you.

“You…did this…to me?” You clench your fists.

“Yes, so that you wouldn’t be able to escape before I got the chance to explain things.”

You strike him with the speed of a panther. A slap echoes in the room, and he’s now looking at the bedside table from how hard you forced his head to turn. His expression is shocked, but as he looks back at you with a red cheek, his features sharpen, his eyes taking on a darker look as they narrow at you. However, you really couldn’t give a fuck seeing as how pissed off you are by your current circumstances.

“Let me go,” you growl at him.

Just as fast as you struck him, his hand grabs your jaw and forces your head down to the pillow. He kneels over you with his face extremely close to yours.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere, my little Spitfire. You’re going to be good for me. You have no other choice.” His force around your jaw tightens as he shoves your head further back into the pillow. You look at him with terrified eyes.

“Do you understand, Y/N?”

“How the fuck do you know my name? How do you know me? I’ve never met you before in my life!” You try to thrash out of his grip, but he simply glares at you and clenches his hand that’s keeping your chin captive. You become painfully aware of the message he’s sending you, and your body stills.

He keeps the pressure firm as he says, “I’m Deku. I saved you from a hostage situation a month ago, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. You were so beautiful as you were crying, thanking me for helping you. You even latched onto my neck and sobbed in relief. It was that moment that I knew I loved you. I knew we shared a special connection. It wasn’t hard finding out your name, where you work, where you live, what path you take walking home late at night. It was kind of difficult…intercepting you since you avoid alleyways.”

That’s why he was so familiar to you. You were now able to place a face with a voice. You didn’t recognize him earlier because of his mask. You now know that he can break your jaw if he wanted to, and the thought sends a shiver down your spine.

It’s incredibly hard for you to hold your tears back as everything comes rushing back to you now. Being grabbed from behind, a cloth pressed against the lower half of your face, slumping into the arms of a lean figure.

You look him in the eyes with unrelenting coldness, your mind’s way of trying to keep calm for self-preservation. “Deku…you’re a hero, right? The number one pro hero of Japan?” It took all of your will to keep your voice steady so that you didn’t yell at him.

He looks at you quizzically before nodding. “I’d like for you to call me Izuku, but yes, you’re right.”

“Okay, Izuku, you need to do the right thing here and let me go. If you do, I won’t tell the police. We can act as if this never happened. I do appreciate you for saving me last month, and I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but this isn’t right. You can’t kidnap someone because you think you love them. That’s not how it works.”

Deku smiles softly at you. He removes his hand from your jaw and caresses your cheek softly. “It’s just going to take some time, but I’ll be right here when you come around. Try to get some rest before dinner, honey.”

He stands up to leave, and as he exists the room, you scream every filthy insult, curse word, and threat at him that you can think of.

“This isn’t over, you fucking bastard! I’ll never love you, you sick fuck! Piece of goddamn trash! I hope you fall down the stairs and die, cunt!”

The door shuts softly, the sound engulfing you in flames of anger. You thrash on the bed as you scream.

Izuku stands in the hallway listening to you. He chuckles darkly. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, Spitfire.”

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[tightjeansjavi]

The Menu | Part 1

“Vices to fill a Void”

A/N: so I decided this is gonna be a two-parter because if theres one thing I’m good at, it’s edging my dear readers ;)

~word count: 3.4k~

Pairing | dark! Joel Miller x f! reader

Summary: Joel Miller has a menu concocted just for his customers. Pills? He’s got ‘em. Guns? Ammo? Name your price. Booze to warm the broken souls and hearts of the QZ? give him a holler. Everything comes with a price, of course. Joels got somethin’ special on his menu. Somethin’ that he doesn’t advertise freely. Y’gotta want it. Y’gotta have a desire that matches his own, only then will he offer what you seek.

Warnings: dark themes, two feral cats energy, mentions of deceased bodies, Joel is an asshole that knows how to get exactly what he wants. Dark! Joel, post!outbreak, Joel and Tess run the black market in the QZ, age gap, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her late 20’s, mentions of drugs, smoking, alcohol, graphic depictions of violence, reader is a spitfire with a no-shit taking attitude, enemies to lovers type beat, Joel likes to play mind games, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is Angel, +18 minors dni!

The first time you meet the infamous Joel Miller is in his and Tess’s apartment in one of the few available Boston QZ apartments. Rumor on the street is that Joel and Tess are an item. When in all actuality, they’re business partners that occasionally fuck. His options, however, are not just limited to Tess. He likes to keep that part of his business on the low. He’s got a reputation, sure. But he doesn’t boast it proudly like a peacock. He knows his expertise, and he knows it well. His purpose in the structure of the QZ was smuggling. He’d bring pills, booze, ammo, guns, and anything else that was desirable. He’d trade for ration cards; a hefty amount of them. Sometimes, he’d allow his customers to trade their bodies, but he was quite picky, and it ain’t had anything to do with women’s appearances. In that department, he indulged in all body types. What he was most intrigued about was their minds. Their ability to survive, and most importantly, what they desired most in this shit-hole world.

He liked it when they were verbal. Silence was not a name in his game. He liked it when they showed up at his doorstep knowing exactly what it was that they wanted from him. He could play all the cards, and he played them well. He could be empathetic if they asked for it. He could pretend to love them just for the night. He could yank their hair, dig his nails into their flesh and call them a dirty, useless whore, but only if it was requested. See, he wasn’t all that brutal of a man, but if you weren’t careful and direct, he might send you home with more than just an ache between your thighs. He knew how to fuck, and he enjoyed it almost as much as he enjoyed beating a man senseless, almost.

You, however, held no interest to know what laid beneath his weathered jeans. You showed up wanting one thing, and one thing only. A vice to fill the hole in the void of your heart. You knew that Joel Miller’s menu was just what the doctor ordered.

Tess and Joel were seated at the kitchen table going through their supplies for the day. They had their usual customers, but Joel was always intrigued to see new faces walk through his door.

A cigarette dangled between his lips as he flipped through a stack of ration cards. The scent of tobacco wafted through the cracks in the door frame as your knuckles rapped firmly along the chipped paint. You knocked once, then twice five seconds later. It was customary like a code. Not that Joel or Tess had any concerns with FEDRA; they were a part of his regular cycle of customers too.

“Come in.” His voice was thick, deep, and dripping with authority.

The tip of the cigarette glowed bright orange as he inhaled the toxic fumes. The nicotine that coursed through his system calmed his nerves. Everyone had their own skeletons in their closets after all.

He paused his counting momentarily as he listened to the door handle squeak before it was pushed open.

“Sit.” He rasped with his freehand gesturing to the open seat in front of the table. “State your business.”

You watched the way the smoke coiled around his head like an ashy halo through the stagnant air. His brow cocked in your direction as his eyes zoned in on the stack of ration cards that you pulled from your jacket pocket.

“I was told that your menu is designed to cater to one's vices. I’m needin’ a bottle of booze, and a pack of smokes if you got any.” You placed the ration cards along the table before leaning back against the chairs frame.

“We ain’t got a whole pack, unfortunately. Five cards gets you five sticks, and three gets ya a bottle of hooch.” He declared in his warm Texas twang.

He was handsome, you’d give him that satisfaction only.

“I’ve got ten cards total. How about you throw’n two more smokes to make it even?” You countered smoothly as you crossed your arms against your chest.

“A negotiator, huh? Well, I'll tell ya what, girlie. Y’got yourself a deal. Y’new around here? Ain’t seen ya before.” He knew pretty much every face in the QZ. But yours remained a mystery. He wasn’t all too big of a fan of mysteries.

“Don’t think that is any of your concern, Joel.” You ignored his question as you passed off the cards.

“True.” He mused with a grin tugging across his lips. ‘S’alright. I’ll jus’ end up findin’ out about you in my own way.” He shrugged with the utmost casualness that sent your blood boiling under the surface. “Besides, my customers always end up comin’ back for more.” He grabbed a bottle of hooch and seven freshly rolled cigarettes concealed in tinfoil.

“There ain’t much for you to find out. Wouldn’t go wastin’ your time.” You grabbed the bottle swiftly before tucking it into the inner lining of your jacket. Before he could send you on your way, however, you unrolled the tinfoil to inspect the handiwork. Once you were satisfied with the merch, you plucked one of the cigarettes and placed it between your lips. “You got a light I can borrow?”

His nose twitched and his eyes squinted tightly before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He beckoned you silently to lean in as he ignited the flame.

“Y’know, these are a nasty habit to break.” He leaned back into his chair with his own cigarette dying between his lips. “Ain’t nothin’ like a good ole’ fashioned nicotine addiction.”

You scoffed under your breath as you took a deep inhale of the cancerous smoke that filled your lungs. “Says the man puffin’ away on one right in front of my face.”

He didn’t even look half fazed by your remark as he blew the smoke drifting from his lips off to the side.

You stared at one another a second longer before you stood up from your chair and snatched the cigarettes from the table.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Joel Miller. See ya around.”

Before he could respond, you were already slipping back out his apartment door and into the hallway.

“Man, she’s got a pair of balls on her, huh?” Tess mused from her seat alongside him.

“Yeah,” He smirked. “She sure does.”

The next time you saw Joel Miller was a few weeks later. You were assigned with assisting in dumping deceased infected into the deep pits where their flesh would be burned and melted away and all that would be remaining was their brittle bones. You had done this job enough times to get used to the putrid stench of rotting flesh. Others, however, couldn’t stand the smell. Some would pass out, others would empty what little was in their stomachs.

A denim-clad shoulder brushed against you as you lifted another body from the truck bed.

“Fancy seein’ you here, Angel.” Joel’s voice was muffled through the bandana he wore across his face, but you knew it was him just from that Texas twang of his.

Your eyes rolled back as walked past him and dropped the body into the flames that engulfed it.

“C’mon now.” He mused. “I know y’heard me.” He pressed.

“Fuck off, Joel.” You muttered under your breath as you bumped his shoulder harshly.

“Y’break that nasty habit yet?” He asked with a twinge of curiosity.

“Nope. Don’t plan on it either.”

Much to your relief, he walked away without speaking another word. It was short-lived however as he was standing right behind you in line to receive your ration cards for the day. The air was hot and almost unbearable as you wiped the sweat of your brow along your sleeve. When the cards were placed into your outstretched palm you shoved them deep into your pocket. The pay wasn’t worth the work that you put in.

Before you could disappear around the corner of the alley to head home, a hand grasped your shoulder rather firmly and before you could reach for your concealed weapon, your back was met with something hard that nearly knocked the air from your lungs.

Joel Miller.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doin’, Joel?!” You hissed under your breath as he flipped you around to face him.

“Got a proposition for ya, girlie. Trust me, you’ll want in.” His voice dipped down an octave as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of pills. Painkillers you suspected. The kind of shit that people could easily find themselves getting addicted to.

“And what makes you fuckin’ think that I would wanna do anythin’ for you?” What the fuck was this guys problem? The nerve he had.

“Cus’ I know there’s somethin’ that you want. Somethin’ that you need. Besides, you ain’t gonna make it long here if you don’t start usin’ people. S’the only way to survive in this world now. So, here’s what you’re gonna do. Tess and I wanna branch out further and in order to do that, we gotta get the rest of FEDRA off our backs.”

“You ain’t know shit about me, Joel. I’m doin’ just fine on my own.” You ripped your arm from his grasp, but he was quicker than you expected.

“I ain’t askin’ you, Angel. I’m tellin.’ Now, you’re gonna take these pills, and you’re gonna go on over to those guys o’there, and you’re gonna trade them. Y’get half the ration cards from the deal. Seem fair?” His tall stature loomed over you like a shadow being casted across the sun. Everything about this man was massive. His hands. His bulging arms. His shoulders. He was built like a fucking fridge, and he clearly wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Is this what you do to all of your customers? Corner them into alleys and force them to do your dirty work for you?” You scoffed as you ripped the baggy from his hand. “And I get all the cards. I ain’t gonna let you just go and boss me around for half.”

“Jus’ the pretty ones that have a mouth to ‘em.” He mused with a wicked grin. “Fine. Y’get all the cards, but only if they agree to trade. Go on now, Angel. Time's a tickin away.” He nudged you forward with the palm of his calloused hand resting along your lower back.

“Asshole.” You hissed under your breath as you stashed the pills into your pocket before departing from the alley. If there was one thing you were good at, it was getting men to give you exactly what you wanted. You could flutter your lashes, giggle, flirt a little and their little egos would be crushed to dust beneath your fingertips.

“Hey boys, got a minute?” You spoke in a honeyed voice as the three officers diverted their attention towards you.

Joel watched from the shadows of the alley as you worked your charm like a fiddle. He was impressed with your natural skills. You certainly were no pushover. He did wonder if this was all a facade that you wore confidently. He thought briefly about what it would be like to have you beneath his sheets. What would you request from him? Would you ask him to be sweet and gentle? To fuck you like a man oughta? Or, would you be willing to share your deepest, darkest, filthy desires with him? He hoped for the latter.

When the deal was done, you made your way back across the street. Maybe Joel Miller was right. Maybe you should start using people for what they have. Who gave a fuck about morale anyway?

“How’d it go?” he inquired with his broad arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against the brick wall.

“They wouldn’t take the bait unfortunately.” You let out a faux sigh. “Guess the deal is off.”

“What a shame, Angel. I surely thought you had it in ya. Guess I was wrong. Oh well. Good luck to ya.” He pushed himself off the wall only to find himself being pushed right up against it. Your palm lay flat against his chest as your freehand reached into your pocket and pulled out a single ration card.

His brow raised curiously as you went to slip the card into his back pocket. His eyes widened when he felt the warmth of your fingers searing through his jeans. At this close proximity, he got a proper whiff of your natural scent, and his cock pathetically twitched in the tight confines of the denim.

“Here’s your half of the deal. Decided to be generous.” You whispered through the thick growing tension.

His hand reached up to grab your wrist but before he could make contact with your skin, you were already stepping away from his reach. Your fingers rose in a mock salute before you turned on your heel and walked away.

Fuck. She’s perfect.

The next time Joel Miller saw you it's past curfew. Hours to be exact. The Boston QZ streets are quiet sans the labored breathing and deep grunts coming from a group of low-life scumbags.

“I already told you, I don’t have shit on me!” You emptied out your pockets to show these fuckers that you weren’t messing around. Would raw honesty really keep these men from tearing you apart?

“Bullshit. Y’got stuff back at your place, right? C’mon now darlin’, don’t lie to us. We’ve seen you hangin’ around Miller. Y’workin’ with him?” The man that had you pinned against the brick wall pressed further.

“Oh, for fuck sakes! Are y’all really that boneheaded to think that i’m gonna be carryin’ merch on me out in the open like this?!” You yelled out of frustration as you tried to pin your wrists free to reach your concealed knife.

“How about you shut the fuck up and tell us where Joel’s apartment is, and we won’t have to kill you. How’s that sound?” The man twisted your wrists tightly to the point where you were just waiting to hear a sickening crack.

“I don’t know where his apartment is, asshole. And even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell the likes of you because i’m not a fuckin’ rat!” You hissed between your gritted teeth as you threw your head back in one swift movement right into the face of the man that was holding you hostage. His nose crunched audibly from the force as he stumbled back right onto his ass.

Blood pooled and gushed down his lips as he yelled out a slew of profanities in your direction. Just as you were reaching for your knife, it was knocked from your grasp and clattered to the concrete out of your reach.

A fist collided with your face that sent you slamming into the brick wall with your ears wildly ringing.

You detected a familiar voice through your half-conscious haze as you slumped down to the ground with a labored wheeze.

A sickening crunch, followed by a strangled yell as Joel had one of the men in a headlock. Their body dropped to the ground like a bag of bricks. Eyes forever unmoving. The man that you headbutted was desperately trying to crawl away as Joel staggered after him. He bent down, grasping the hilt of your knife in his calloused palm.

His pupils were dark like a never ending black pit as he sent his steel-toed boot colliding into his gut over and over again. The man’s wails died in his throat as Joel flipped him over onto his back and slit his throat with one fatal swipe. Blood spurted from the entry wound and speckled Joel’s skin in a spray of crimson.

The third man almost got away, but Joel fired a bullet right into his spine without a second thought.

He focused his attention on you as he crouched down, knife still in his grasp, dripping with blood onto the pavement. His freehand grasped your face gently as he assessed your injuries. His good ear detected the sound of tires crunching under gravel; FEDRA.

“Angel, we need to go. We need to move. NOW.” He spoke urgently as he tucked your knife away before placing that hand along your shoulder. “FEDRA is gonna be here any minute, and I don’t know about you, but my ass is NOT bein’ thrown in lockup!”

When you didn’t immediately respond to his dire request, he took matters into his own hands, literally. You felt his strong arms lift you from the ground as if you weighed nothing. He left the crime scene in a flash. He was speaking to you, but you couldn’t detect his words as his mouth was moving too fast.

The last thing you remembered seeing was his dark, espresso brown eyes, and his blood spattered skin.

“Need’ya to open your eyes for me, sweetheart. C’mon. Guy knocked ya pretty good, but you’ll live.” Joel murmured close to your face as you were coming to.

What the fuck.

Your lashes fluttered for a moment and then snapped open. Despite the ache in your face from being punched, and the pounding in your skull, you immediately shot your hands upwards and shoved harshly at his broad chest.

“Joel?! What the actual fuck–”

“Ah, there she is. The sleepin’ beauty awakes, finally!” He’s grinning like a cheshire cat as he moves off the couch to give you space to breathe.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Joel?”

“Wow.” He tuts under his breath dissaprovingly. “Can’t even get a thank you for savin’ your fuckin’ life?”

“I had the situation handled on my own. What the hell were you doin’ out past curfew anyway?” You sat up a little too fast as blood rushed to your head.

His strong hands were gently easing you back down to a lying position before he was backing off again.

“Easy now, Angel. I wouldn’t sit up a’that fast if I were you.” He warned you sternly.

“Well, good thing you aren’t me, huh?” You snapped back as you swung your legs over the side of the couch.

This time he was more forceful in his actions as his hands pressed down on your shoulders firmly. “I said, stay put. God, can’t you jus’ fuckin’ listen to me when I tell ya to take it easy? You’re gonna bust your nose back open, and the stitches on the back of your head. Just chill the fuck out.” You could taste his hot breath on his tongue and feel his pulse quicken. The bulging veins in his neck protruded through the thin skin.

You swallowed harshly as your gaze wavered along the remnants of blood on his skin. Why didn’t he bother to wash it off? You couldn't help but wonder.

“I didn’t fuckin’ need your help, Joel. And you still haven’t answered my previous question either.”

He rolled his eyes before he lifted his hands from your shoulders and stalked away into the kitchen. You heard him grumbling under his breath as he slammed open a cabinet door that was already hanging by the hinges on its last legs.

“Oh, I see. So you’re just gonna ignore me now? Y’know, its fuckin’ rude to not answer someone when they ask you a question, Joel.” You muttered mostly to yourself, but you secretly had hoped that he heard you too.

Two semi-cleaned glasses were yanked from the sink and lifted from their rims as Joel swiped up a bottle of whiskey before stalking back over to the couch. He slammed the glasses down on the faded coffee table before popping the cap off with his teeth.

You were infuriating. Disrespectful. And he wanted nothing more than to put you right back into your fucking place. He however, refrained from doing so and instead poured a large splash of amber liquor into both glasses.

“Y’know, Angel. One day that mouth of yours is gonna send ya six feet under.” He stated firmly as he picked up his glass, swirled the liquor around before throwing it down his throat in one gulp.

Your eyes narrowed into slits as you glared at him from the couch. You reached for your own glass as you slowly sat up. He was pouring himself another when you downed the liquor without a fuss.

“I am well aware of that, Joel.” You deadpanned and he poured you another.

“Good, that’s real good, Angel. S’then it should come as no surprise to you that I think you’re a fuckin’ disrespectful brat.” He rasped low and deep as his words rumbled like an oncoming storm.

The tension in the room was palpable as you stared one another down. Two predators with sharpened claws ready to strike.

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[profoundbondfanfic]

Hey, I was wondering if you had any reverse fics, with Dean as an angel and Cas as the hunter ?

(also, you are doing God's work and I love your blog so so much ❤️❤️)

Hello there, thank you so much! And here are a few fics we've enjoyed:

Calming the Weather by seidenapfel [Explicit, 35k words]

Rescued from the Empty, Cas is fully human, and miserable. So, rather than acknowledge what happened in the dungeon, Dean searches for a way to change that. He finds it in a simple spell. The spell gives ordinary humans a limited dose of angelic powers. Too afraid it might harm Cas, Dean tests it on himself. But it backfires. Thanks to a piece of Grace bound to his soul, Dean wakes up fully powered, wings and all. With their roles reversed, it is up to Castiel to teach Dean how to wield angelic powers, and for Dean to share the peaks and lows of humanity with Castiel. Misconceptions come to light as they learn from each other. Meanwhile, a storm is brewing. In order to stop it, Dean not only has to get a hold on his emotions, but he must face a revelation about himself, one he had repressed all his life.

Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria) [Explicit, 5k words]

The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy. “Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.

Grace the Gun by chevrolangels [Explicit, 169k words]

He’s got a shotgun in his hand and his mother’s broken rosary around his neck. His eye is cut open and dripping, and he’s got forty years of Hell fresh in his mind. Do not. Fuck with him. It's been four months since he died, when Castiel wakes up, six feet below the ground, alive. Alive without an explanation, with a mysterious itch under his skin and rumors of a whisper, a whisper of something so powerful, that demons themselves are running scared. Then he meets the thing that pulled him out—a spitfire angel named Dean, who turns out to be nothing to run from. With his sister Anna at his side, Gabriel at his back, and three angels in their corner, they're gonna take the fight to them. And they're gonna show God just exactly how they feel about his plan for fate and destiny.

Hunting for Faith by perunamuusa, riseofthefallenone [Explicit, 270k words]

It starts a few days earlier. Castiel first notices it in the middle of the night when the dreams of fire and screams have kept him awake. He’s kneeling before the altar, praying, when the glass in the windows start to shake, the very air vibrating around him. Castiel is on his feet and reaching for the gun tucked into the back of his pants as the shutters over the windows start to rattle.

My Roots Take Flight by KismetJeska [Mature, 125k words]

After forty years in Hell, Dean’s more than willing to accept the offer: become a guardian angel and earn his freedom. But his new ward seems destined to hunt alongside Sam, and there are secrets in Heaven that the angels don’t want found out. Dean’s going to have to choose between his duty and the people he loves- and to work out just where Castiel fits in.

Obey His Word by K_K_TiBal [Teen and Up, 33k words]

When Castiel was ten years old, he was cursed to always be obedient. Now he’s a hunter—not the best one at his job, admittedly, since he’s always forced to comply with the monsters that beg for their life. Everything changes on one such hunt, when an angel named Dean saves his life, and tells Castiel that he’s searching for his missing brother, Sam. His naive callousness about humans and give-em-Hell attitude is off-putting, but Dean ends up being exactly what Castiel didn’t know he needed. As he grows closer to Dean, he tries to keep the secret of the curse close to his chest—but the past always has a way of exposing the truth. Curses are hard—but trust is harder.

the rapture of distress by ozonecologne [Mature, 16k words]

Castiel swung his legs around the edge of the bed and leaned forward, setting the eggs aside. He briefly entertained the notion of patting Dean’s knee, so close to his own now, before deciding against it. Holding hands in your sleep is weird enough. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it isn't the end of the world," he consoled, wiping some grease from his mouth. Dean looked up then, and he remained guiltily silent. Castiel’s eyebrows shot up, up, up, along with his heart rate. His breakfast stuck like glue in his throat. "The end of the world?" Dean winced. "I'm working on it." A reverse!verse AU in which Castiel is a hunter and he’s visited by an angel.

To Hold In Your Hands by saltnhalo [Teen and Up, 6k words]

Castiel has never wanted an angel. He does just fine on his own, has for a long time—since he was old enough to hold a shotgun and make a salt circle. He’s proud of what he’s been able to achieve without angelic help, and the longer he can keep hunting solo, the better. But judging by the summons he’s just received to the Men of Letters’ bunker, his time is up. He can’t avoid his future angel partner any longer. (aka. five times that Dean saves Castiel's life, and five times that Castiel slowly learns angels aren't as bad as he'd thought)

#asks #reverse verse

[callsignfate]

Save the fighting

Day Thirteen of Writemas/Birthday Posts!

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A/N: Sorry for this being posted a day late, I fell asleep waiting for my internet to come back and even when it did it was like 5:00am and I was dead asleep. I will be posting day 14 soon as It wasn't in the scheduled posts and I can't find the edited version ANYWHERE so I'll just quickly re-edit and post it.

Reader is mentioned to be shorter than Valeria

TW: None? If I've missed any let me know!

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Your staggering shorter stature didn't help your odds in Las Almas, but what did was Valeria.

She took one look at you and immediately liked your spitfire attitude, a demeanor that never matched up with your height. She couldn't help but think of you like a chihuahua, fiercely spouting frustrated words at the men who had checked out Valeria, even when you were holding hands, wearing matching clothes that you had made sure coordinated with Valeria's, because she sure as hell wasn't one to match you. You even kissed her cheek playfully to tease her.

Valeria watched you with a playful smirk before shaking her head and grabbing your hand to lead you back to the car while you continued venting your frustration. Usually, Valeria was the one angry when men would hit on her, even after they didn't get the hint. Normally, she was the one snapping back, but this time, you were the one expressing your annoyance.

It made Valeria want to smile and playfully pick on you, maybe even call you her Chihuahua, but she refrained. Instead, she listened to your ranting as she led your oblivious and distracted mind through the crowded streets of Las Almas. She could feel your hand squeezing hers tighter as you continued your rant about the audacity of some people, particularly men who couldn't grasp the concept of personal space. Valeria's eyes scanned the busy streets, her other hand ready to subtly navigate you through the crowd.

Finally, she couldn't hold back her amusement any longer. "You know, for such a small person, you've got a whole lot of fire."

Your head snapped towards her with an indignant glare, only for it to soften as you caught the playful glint in her eyes. "Well, I have to compensate somehow, don't I?"

She chuckled. "Compensate for what? Your impressive height?"

You playfully pouted, "Hey, watch it. I might have to start a fight right here."

Valeria laughed, a sound that made your heart flutter. "Save the fighting for the idiots who can't take a hint. I can handle myself, Chihuahua."

You swatted her arm, but there was a playful smile on your face. "You're lucky I like you, or I'd unleash my wrath on you too."

Valeria squeezed your hand. "I'm counting on that fondness to keep me safe."

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[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“Chaos Was Her Name”

Chapter One Chapter Two

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Summary- König has been going to therapy for his depression and self isolation. That lands him in the therapists office when one mission goes wrong. But his whole world is gonna be turned upside down. Recently joining the 141 Task Force he keeps to himself. But things are gonna change.

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️🔞🚫🚫

Explict Content Ahead. MDNI ⚠️

I did use Google Translate feel free to correct me.

A/N-I do not claim credit for the artwork. I do try to credit the source. I do apologize in advance if I offended anyone. I will do my best in the future to try to look up the names of the artists and credit them.

The watermarks are present in these images credit for the beautiful artwork goes to @ave661

Previously in Chapter One-

Aksel glanced at him. Giving him a smirk. König scoffed at him and pulled a cloth from his chest pocket and started to clean his gun. Glancing at her every so often she stayed perfectly still with his jacket covering her. It warmed his heart. But deep down his cock throbbed for release. Shifting himself as he sat trying to sit comfortably while watching his goddess stay warm under his jacket.

That’s was enough for him for now.

As the night progressed König watched phantom sit by the window watching the snow fall she didn’t move for the last 3 hours. Until a tall figure emerged from the darkness his netted hood touched her shoulder as he kneeled down beside her. Leaning down against her shoulder he whispered something to her. She slowly got up with Krueger help.

The fire crackled as a cold breeze swept the streets outside. The snow storm started to get worse. Rotation for watch duty started. Aksel tapped König pulling him out of his trance.

“König I’m gonna start my shift you can rotate after me.”

“Ja”

Ghost, Soap and Price and Gaz sat in the corner of the room talking in hushed whispers. Glancing around them they held a small map planning and going over their plans. Due to the snow storm they had to reevaluate their plans. But König was looking more forward to seeing his goddess. She looked up to Krueger they walked beside each other towards the fire. She sat across König with her balaclava covering her face she pulled down her mask. Sniffling a little she pulled her gloves off to warm her small delicate hands near the flames. Krueger sat beside her taking his gloves off as well warming his hands up near the fire. She looked at the fire with a weak smile. They sat in silence before König broke the silence. She wrapped herself up in König jacket. She shivered as the cold breeze swept through the room.

Krueger touched the jacket and he kept looking at the jacket that was wrapped around phantom.

“Here’s your jacket back?”

Holding his jacket out to him.

“Nein, you wear it you look cold.”

She nodded to him and wrapped herself up in his jacket tightly. Her arms and her body were swallowed up in his jacket. She looked adorable sitting by the fire wearing his jacket.

Krueger wasn’t amused that she was wearing König jacket. He kept staring daggers at him. Making his presence known to him and asserting his dominance over phantom.

“(y/n) you hungry?”

“Don’t call me (y/n) we aren’t friends like that”

“Just phantom”

She stared at the fire.

He nodded to her but under his hood he was smiling like a fool. Her spitfire attitude made his heart flutter and his cock quiver. His cargo pants tighten little by little begging for sweet release. König held a tin cup in his hands. The tin cup held hot chocolate. He swirled the hot liquid around in his cup.

“Are you hungry Maus?”

König asked again staring at her.

Looking up to meet his gaze she was about to speak but she was cut off by Krueger.

“We have our own supplies”

Krueger pulled his bag next to him pulling out a small bag of jerky and small bags or MRE’s. Krueger pulled out a small flask opening it up taking it under his veil he took a swig of it. Hissing as the hot liquid burned his throat he handed it to phantom. She took a sip from it coughing and clearing her throat she smirked to König.

“Did want some?”

She held out the flask to him. Offering him some as they sat around the fire.

Krueger growled at her looking down at her and to König. His face barely visible through his veil as the fire danced around in the room. The light of the orange fires illuminated the room.

She nudged him.

“No, thank you Maus”

She handed the flask back to Krueger. Taking it back he took another sip. Taking the food from his pack he hand her food. She ate in silence. Krueger excused himself to use the bathroom leaving phantom and König alone. Everyone else had fallen asleep or was on watch.

König glanced at her every so often but this time he stared at her. Watching her stare at the dancing flames he spoke.

“Maus want some hot chocolate?”

“What?”

“Hot Chocolate”

He held out his cup to her. She looked at him biting her lower lip and accepting his cup. He filled the tin cup for her. Watching her small hands wrap around the cup. Her delicate fingers grasping the cup. König shifted to try to hide his growing erection.

Watching her delicate pink lips touch the rim of the cup where his lips were at earlier. The way her lips deliciously connected to the cup made his erection become unbearable. He desperately held himself together watching her sip the hot chocolate. She finished the cup wiping her mouth with her glove she thanked him.

König took the cup back refilling it once again lifting it his mouth he tasted the rim of the cup. Tasting where her mouth once was he savored the taste of her sweet mint chapstick that stuck to the cup.

König continuously stared holes into her as she tried to keep her eyes from closing. He smiled at the effort she was making as she fought to stay awake. König stood up before he could take a step towards her Krueger emerged from the darkness. Quietly making his way towards the fire he stared at König. The silence was a clear message to him that (y/n) was off limits to him. But that made König want her attention even more.

“Lass uns etwas schlafen, mein Mädchen”

Krueger reached down scooping her up as she weighed nothing to him. Her tired eyes opened up she smiled to him as he carried her to where everyone was sleeping. Krueger tucked her into her sleeping bag covering her face with her balaclava and his jacket. He pulled König jacket off of her before tucking her away.

With König jacket in hand he walked back to him and tossed it to him. Krueger stood across from him staring daggers at him. König picked up his jacket and put it on. Watching Krueger stand up to him. König smiled at his effort to try to intimidate him.

“Halte dich fern von ihr”

“Dies ist die einzige Warnung, die Sie erhalten”

Kruegers voice laced with pure venom he scoffed at König and walked back to the room where phantom slept. He pulled out his sleeping bag laying it next to hers Krueger tucked himself away and laid beside her.

Listening to the sounds of her breathing he fell asleep beside her.

König sat down by the fire listening to the fire snap and crackle as the flames danced around. He stood up walking silently towards where Phantom and Krueger slept. Peering into the room he saw the pair sleeping. He walked away silently walked towards where Aksel set himself on watch duty.

“So brother I see your attention has been grabbed by Persephone”

“Persephone?”

Aksel chuckled softly glancing over to König raising his brow to him. Waiting for a response König shook his head chuckling at his joke.

“Our little spitfire nickname is Persephone. She doesn’t go anywhere without her hellhound at her side.”

“Hellhound?”

“Krueger”

Aksel shook his head laughing softly. Looking at his watch he sighed and leaned back against the wall. He inhaled and exhaled loudly before speaking.

“Brother, just be cautious around the pair. Krueger is unpredictable. Especially when it comes to Phantom. She went through a lot last year. So Krueger and her bonded over the trauma they went through last year she’s his rock and he’s hers as well. They can be unpredictable together.”

“Last year Phantom was kidnapped from her snipers nest they killed her spotter and grabbed her but she fought like hell. By the time we arrived to her position her spotter laid in a pool of his own blood clinging to life. He whispered what had happened and told us he held out for us to get there so we had a bit of information who grabbed her. Krueger was the one who listened to the dying Sergeant last words. About two weeks after that we finally got our lead but came up empty handed. We hit a dead end but Krueger taken a hostage and tortured the information out of the guy. That was our next lead it had been another week since we were able to locate where they were keeping her.”

“Krueger was a mess. Sleepless nights, his angry outbursts, walking around cursing in German. He was the first off the helicopter rushing towards the bunker they were holding her in. I tried to get him to stay with the team but he stormed his way in killing everyone stealthily only using his daggers.”

“Krueger was the one who found her. He never left her side as she was clinging to life her slow pulse left us all thinking she wasn’t gonna pull through. She was in a coma for about a month. Krueger stayed by her side and never left her.”

“When she woke up Krueger took her under his wing to train her. She’s been at his side training relentlessly. Krueger doesn’t talk much he’s the silent type. He will only speak with Gollum when he’s around at base or when she’s around when they are alone. So we pair them together everywhere we go.”

“Don’t get me wrong, they are hell of a pair to have at your side. We can be in hell with no way out but setting those two out they will carve a way out.”

“She’s a pretty woman but dangerous.”

König listened to Aksel but that wasn’t gonna scare him away. He only saw a goddess a force of nature that couldn’t be tamed.

König smiled under his hood looking out to the snow storm. Thinking of the goddess that slept in the next room.

The Next Morning

The sky lit up red hues and tones of orange and yellow. Phantom woke up first crawling out of her sleeping bag her small body ached from the night before. Getting up quietly she rolled up her sleeping bag tucking it away bag into her pack. Using her fingers brushing her hair back. She braided her hair into two braids. Pulling her balaclava over her face she rubbed her tired eyes yawning quietly. Adjusting her gear and vest she stood up stretching a small whimper left her lips. She looked back at Krueger sleeping form careful not to wake him she walked out of the room to find Aksel. Walking in the room she saw König standing by the window watching the sky change colors as the sun was rising.

“Morning”

König turned around surprised by her presence. She sat by the dying fire warming her hands up. She yawned and rubbed her tired eyes.

“Guten Morgen, Schatz”

The moment she sat down his heart flutter, drinking in her small tired form his cock harden the moment she yawned and a small whimper left her mouth. Rubbing her tired eyes made his cock quiver more.

König continued to eye her as she looked at her dirty hands and adjusting her gear warming herself up.

“Persephone”

König stared into her soul with a devilish grin on his face.

“No, you don’t get call me that we aren’t friends and I don’t know you.”

She stood up quickly. Standing before him looking up to him made König cock strain so much against his pants. He so desperately wanting to pick her up and take her to the empty room and bent her over one of the tables.

She jabbed his chest with her small delicate fingers. König was in heaven and lost in a fantasy. Just looking at her scolding him was pure joy.

König Fantasy

“It would be so easy to pick her up throwing her over my shoulder taking her to the back room closing the door. Drinking in her form pulling the nearest table out bending her over it.”

“Touching her voluptuous round ass smacking her ass till she begs me to stop. Biting my lip so hard holding back the hunger that reside in me. Unbuckling her pants yanking them down to ankles. Caressing and squeezing her round ass again. Biting my gloves off with my cold fingers slowly moving to her stomach under the covers of her warm panties trailing down to her hot drenched pussy. Plunging my cold fingers deep into her to touch the places her small delicate fingers can’t touch. Just the thought of my cold thick fingers in her hot slick pussy feeling her clenched around my fingers.”

“Once I’m finished finger fucking you maus. I would pull your vest off along with everything else just leaving you in your bra watching your skin be covered in goosebumps from the cold breeze. Watching your nipples harden by the cold breeze. Running my cold wet fingers down the valley of your breast down to your stomach just to stop before your pussy. Watching you sigh with pleasure throwing your head back. Begging me to stop toying with you. Watching you shiver from the cold but tremble under my touch.”

“Licking my lips looking at your drench delicious looking pussy. The sweet nectar dripping between your plush thighs makes me hunger with starvation and dehydration. The sweet taste is probably like ambrosia from the gods. Oh will you give me the liberty to allow me to devour you wholeheartedly.”

“Watching your eyes roll to the back of your head while I lick stripes up and down your folds. Grazing my teeth over your delicate folds. Watching you Buck your hips upwards holding you down to stop you from trying to get away from me. Slowly moving my tongue up finding your clit. Kissing your clit just to hear you sweet moans and cursing. Massaging my tongue over your clit, sucking on your already overstimulated clit.”

“Swatting your hands away while you squeeze my head with your plush thighs.”

“I’m not finished yet Maus I still want more of your sweet ambrosia. I can keep going until I had my fill of your sweet nectar that comes from your sweet tasting pussy. Slapping her pussy he dives right back in sucking and licking her pussy.”

The sounds of slurping echoing in the room. Just the sounds of her pleas and cursing is music to my ears. But the way she would squirt in my face is pure heaven. Licking my fingers and wiping all of her nectar into my mouth savoring the taste of her.

“Maus that was only the beginning” The sounds of his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping to the ground along with his boxers.

“Grabbing her plush thighs lining myself up to her soaking drench pussy. Teasing my red throbbing tip on her folds. Watching her squirm and try to pull me into her makes me hunger for me like a beast.”

“Just the throbbing red tip touching her lips makes it hurt so much. I so desperately want to be buried in her.”

“Shoving my cock into her watching her face twist and gasp with pure pleasure and pain.”

“Ugh that noises she would make and the feeling oh her clenching on my cock. Feeling my blue balls finally get the relief they need”

Pushing down your lower stomach feeling my fat cock cause a bulge in your stomach. With a hard thrust in the beginning then pacing myself. Just feeling you clench around my cock and feeling the tip of my cock kissing your cervix is probably pure heaven. Touching your breast and pinching your nipples is only the small part of heaven on your body. Leaning forward ripping your bra off your body letting your two most precious breast bounce around before me. Licking my lips capturing one nipples into my mouth, with one my other hand squeezing your breast in my strong grasp while I fuck my pent up frustration into your hot slick drench pussy. The feeling of you reaching your climax I will forever remember that feeling. Savoring every moment as if it was last.

“Oh the things I would do to you my Maus. You won’t be able to walk for days”

“König!”

“Are you listening to me! Get down!”

Pulling him down to the ground she ripped him from his trance of being lost in a fantasy.

Dust filled the air. Everything and everyone struggling to get up from the ground. König started to crawl but his hands were in between phantom legs. Touching her very heated core that was drenched.

She was struggling to center herself she looked down to König who froze as she made eye contact with him and to his hand that was between her legs. She didn’t move or say anything to him.

Krueger rushed from the room calling out to her. She shifted her legs quickly crawling on her hands and knees away from König.

“Krueger! I’m here!”

“What happened! Are you hurt my schatz!”

“No I’m okay!”

“I was by the window when I saw a missile headed this way and it hit the ground level of the building. Our contact gave up our position. We’ve been compromised. We gotta get out now! Where’s Aksel!”

“König!, Gather your team we gotta move now!”

Captain Price and Ghost, Aksel were outside surveying the land to get a glimpse of their surroundings when they heard the explosion. Running back to the building they were in they saw Gaz and Soap running out of the building with Phantom, Krueger and König being the last one.

“Bloody Hell”

Ghost rushed to Soap and Gaz examining them as they were coughing trying to catch their breaths.

“Is everyone good. Anyone broken?”

Price checked on everyone. Phantom sat down on the snow covered ground trembling with fear and adrenaline. Krueger kneeled down beside her trying to comfort her. With her trembling hands she tried to brush back her stray hairs. Price kneeled down beside her checking her for any wounds. Handing her his canteen she sipped on it still shaking.

“I’m okay Captain. Just a bit shaken up is all.”

Aksel called over Krueger. Leaving her by herself shaken up by the explosion. She was a trembling mess. She offered a weak smile to Captain Price while König saw this as his chance. He pulled a handkerchief from his front pocket kneeling before her wiping the tears off her cheek. Wiping the sweat off her brow. Pulling the glove off his hands he caressed her face.

Lost in his trance he stared at her lovingly. She looked up to him before Krueger called out to her.

She looked down quickly standing up grabbing her rifle she walked over to Krueger who was talking with Aksel and Ghost.

Where she was sitting was a small charm that was attached to her rifle. It had a small ghost and a red and blue bead that had tiny black specks covering it. The string on it ripped. Picking up the charm he pocketed it. With his hand in his pocket he twirled the small trinket around his fingers. The way she looked back at him made his heart flutter.

Listening to the plans of engagement she kneeled on the ground cleaning her rifle. Listening to Captain and Askel devise their plans she looked over to König he had his hand under his veil. His eyes closed he was smelling one of her panties that he pulled out of her bag. She had changed her clothes the night before and placed her dirty underclothes in her bag. König caught a glimpse of her changing under the cover of darkness with his night vision.

“Alright are we ready”

Captain Price glanced over to everyone. König crumple up her panties in his hands carefully hiding it in his hands he pocketed her panties away.

Standing up he glanced over to phantom. Watching her stand up and lean onto Krueger. Smiling in her direction he drank in her delicious figure. But his eyes lingered on her ass and between her plush thighs that held all that sweet nectar. Waiting for him to dive into and drink and suck to his hearts content.

“Alright teams now”

“Phantom, König, Ghost”

“Your team is sneaking in and getting a layout of what we’re up against.”

Price sorted teams and Krueger gripped her shoulder harshly. She looked at him with a surprise look. He grunted and placed his hand on her lower back pulling her close to him.

“Aksel, Gaz and Soap”

“You’re headed in once the signal has been given.”

“Krueger and Me will take our position up on the bell tower. From there we’ll get a better view on the ground and anything from the air.”

“Get the data and leave no one alive we are here specifically to eliminate the problem and get the data and back out.”

“Once we’re in the clear Krueger and I will set the charges and we will rendezvous back here.”

Watching phantom and Krueger talk she pulled her balaclava down smiling to him and hugging him she handed him her rifle.

König twisted the panties around his fingers tightly as his cock grew harder and strained more against his cargo pants.

“Ready now”

Her pink flushed cheeks stared at König as he eyed her up and down. Staring into her soul he thought back when his hand rested between her legs and how wet and hot she felt with his hand there.

“Cover me Phantom, let’s head out now”

Ghost glanced at her he crouched down with his weapon drawn walking carefully through the snow. The snow had started to falling again covering the ground and their tracks again. The cold breeze his her small body. She shivered while walking behind Ghost.

König stayed close to her watching their surroundings but his line of vision constantly wandered to her ass and her legs.

König inner dark thoughts.

“I wonder what it feels like to have her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her brains out against the wall.”

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Possible arlecchino request? Arlecchino with a sassy/fiesty s.o who doesn't take shit from anyone ✨️

I'd love to see it!

This simple prompt actually really got the gears turning in my head. This type of s/o would be hard for Arlecchino to deal with, but there are ways to make it work.

Arlecchino With A Feisty S/O

She will like your spunk…to a point

It’ll be ideal that she doesn’t have to worry too much about you, especially with the added security of her carefully chosen Fatui agents to keep you safe, but she doesn’t like it when your fiery attitude is directed at her

Even when she puts on her sweetest face, when she asks you to do something and you tell her no, cracks begin to form in her carefully crafted exterior

Arlecchino is used to having things her way or the highway, mostly through subtle manipulation. When you don’t fall for this and are too headstrong, it throws her for a bit of a loop. What do you mean…no?

If she didn’t love you so much, she’s sure that she would have killed you by now

Sometimes she finds herself still considering it when you really piss her off and go against her wishes, simply to show her that you can. Do you not realize what it means to be the lover of a Harbinger?

Yet Arlecchino’s projected image means a lot to her; it would be a bad look no matter what if she were to make you disappear in a fit of anger. In addition, she would terribly miss holding you close and giving you affection. It’s the lesser of two evils to put up with your back talk

This isn’t to say you get off scot free, she just finds a different way to punish you that doesn’t reveal her cruel, sadistic side. She might cutely pout around you, or deny you affection until you apologize, just little things that help her maintain her polite image

On the flip side, she gets so giddy when you direct that attitude at anyone else, especially if you are defending her

Unbeknownst to you, she will intentionally antagonize people around her to get them riled up, just to have you come swooping in to defend her while she gets to play the sweet innocent victim. It gives her such a thrill to watch you get riled up on her behalf

She doesn’t need your protection or support in the slightest, but it makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside to see you do it anyway

Arlecchino will practically shiver in delight if you are bold enough to talk back to another Harbinger on her behalf. Behind the scenes she will ensure that they don’t retaliate against you (though most wouldn’t dare to get on the bad side of the Tsaritsa to even consider it), all the while she revels in watching you let loose a string of curses at Childe, or sneer at Dottore in disgust

It’s also a subtle power trip for her; you can only do these things because of her. Without her, you surely would have been killed by now for your big mouth. It gives Arlecchino that fulfillment of being needed as well as in control

You were her darling little spitfire, and even though you sometimes bit the hand that fed you, she wouldn’t change you. You were far too entertaining for that.

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