"My hear me out is GLaDOS" ...I know what kinda man you are—
Whaaaaaaat? I mean, sure. Would i let her say degrading stuff about me right at my face? Yes, and would i most likely enjoy it and or would it turn me on so much? Most definitely. But PFTT-I'm not a weirdo about it
Been listening to Heavy is the Crown - Score from Arcane and thought of this scenario which id prob highly stupid but im having writer block so i cant write all the angst and smut i want GAHHH-
Morningstar! Reader that was the youngest child of Lillith and Lucifer-Charlie's sibling.
Who has INSANE family issues. Their mother left, Lucifer ended up with severe depression anf isolating himself, and Charlie decided to leave and persue her own dreams- leaving reader all alone
The deadly sins see the disbalance that is happening in the pride ring cause Lucifer doesn't take care of it. What do they do? Give reader the burden of managing it.
They held a ceremony in secret, giving them access to everything Lucifer had access as the king. Except they aren't chained like him
They work in the shadows for a long time, managing hell and the pride ring. Fueled by rage of being abandoned, especially by Charlie who could've taken them with her but didn't given she was grieving in her own way.
I imagine that maybe during Blitzo's trial they make an appearance. Given it was broadcasted across all the rings it would also be broadcasted in the pride ring.
Maybe the gang is all in the living room of the hotel, watching tv when it switches channels on its own
the shock on Lucifer as he sees his child, now a stern adult who screams AUTHORITY, and Charlie who sees their sibling that they used to fight over cereal when they were young
They sit on their fathers throne like they own it, Satan declaring his judgement and turning for their opinion, the other sins watching in anticipation knowing what this whole broadcast means not only for the imp but for the reader themselves
They sit with the council that Lucifer was once a part of, they are now the one operating hell, fueled with rage
Been listening to Heavy is the Crown - Score from Arcane and thought of this scenario which id prob highly stupid but im having writer block so i cant write all the angst and smut i want GAHHH-
Morningstar! Reader that was the youngest child of Lillith and Lucifer-Charlie's sibling.
Who has INSANE family issues. Their mother left, Lucifer ended up with severe depression anf isolating himself, and Charlie decided to leave and persue her own dreams- leaving reader all alone
The deadly sins see the disbalance that is happening in the pride ring cause Lucifer doesn't take care of it. What do they do? Give reader the burden of managing it.
They held a ceremony in secret, giving them access to everything Lucifer had access as the king. Except they aren't chained like him
They work in the shadows for a long time, managing hell and the pride ring. Fueled by rage of being abandoned, especially by Charlie who could've taken them with her but didn't given she was grieving in her own way.
I imagine that maybe during Blitzo's trial they make an appearance. Given it was broadcasted across all the rings it would also be broadcasted in the pride ring.
Maybe the gang is all in the living room of the hotel, watching tv when it switches channels on its own
the shock on Lucifer as he sees his child, now a stern adult who screams AUTHORITY, and Charlie who sees their sibling that they used to fight over cereal when they were young
They sit on their fathers throne like they own it, Satan declaring his judgement and turning for their opinion, the other sins watching in anticipation knowing what this whole broadcast means not only for the imp but for the reader themselves
They sit with the council that Lucifer was once a part of, they are now the one operating hell, fueled with rage
Since we all love mechas, AR Team + Task Force DEFY with an S/O who drops in on the battlefield with a mech, Titanfall 2 style?
(GFL) AR Team and Task Force DEFY's S/O deploying to the battlefield Titanfall style
AR Team: M4A1, ST-AR 15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1, RO635
DEFY: AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, RPK-16, Angelia
STAND BY FOR TITANFALL.
...ALSO IGNORE THE FACT THIS REQUEST WAS MADE BACK IN DECEMBER 24TH OF 2023....
M4 slid into cover as bullets whizzed by her head, picking off the enemy drones closing in, all armed with heavy shields and even heavier rifles.
She and the rest of Anti-Rain were pinned down as enemy armor approached, their current armaments not able to pierce through before they were overwhelmed.
(M4A1) "Tch! Commander, requesting emergency evac! Resistance is greater than anticpated!"
[Commander's Voice] "Hang tight, M4! S/O should be arriving to your location soon with some extra firepower!"
M4 frowned but nodded. A few rocket launchers would certainly help, but it wouldn't stop the mass of infantry currently stomping their way towards the team.
(M4A1) "Understood, standing by!-"
[S/O's Voice] "Sorry to keep you waiting M4! Tell everyone to stand back, dropping in now!"
(M4A1) "...Wait, dropping in?!-"
The sound of a plane soaring overhead managed to drown out the sounds of gunfire, as everyone, including the enemy looked upward into the skies.
[Kalina's Voice] "You have control!"
[S/O's Voice] "I have control. S/O, LAUNCHING!-"
A small figure emerged from the back of the plane as it curved, though the shape of the figure grew faster as it came hurtling towards the ground-
(M4A1) "TAKE COVER!-"
A massive bipedal machine smashed onto an enemy tank, splitting it in half from the sheer force of the drop as sparks ignited the crater around it.
And on it bore the insignia of Griffin and Kryuger on its left shoulder, and Anti-Rain on the right.
M4 watched in awe as the mech suddenly boosted forward, battering aside the enemy drones, dodging incoming fire and drawing the attention off her team.
(M4A1) "S/O, are you in there?!"
(S/O) "Acting as the first test pilot! You saved our asses all the time, now it's time for me to return the favor!-"
M4 sighed to herself before motioning to the team to advance, not wanting to waste the chance.
If she could have S/O completely out of harm's way, she would. A Doll could easily take over piloting duties, and probably could do a better job.
Still, that didn't make M4 any less grateful to them. They probably would have leapt at the chance to help her fight anyway, better they be in well protected suit of armor than out in the open.
(M4A1) "Next time, don't show off at least, please?"
(S/O) "W-Would you believe me if I said landing on that tank was an accident?!"
(M4A1) "Remind me to help you learn how to steer that thing better later."
STAR's jaw dropped as she watched S/O tear through the enemy forces like a hot knife through butter, her frame still shaking from the impact of their landing.
She was fairly sure a good chunk of the dirt had landed on her anyway, but she immediately drew her gun and took care of the targets S/O was leaving behind.
(ST AR-15) "Finish your work before leaving like that!"
(S/O) "Heh, and steal all the fun from you?"
STAR clicked her tongue in annoyance, but she was still grateful for the assist. The landing was a bit extra though, just how much repairs would need to happen for that landing alone?
She'd prefer if they could at least ambush them without the chance of nearly being crushed herself.
SOPMOD Is hyped and angrily jealous at the same time.
(M4 SOPMOD II) "WHY THE HELL DON'T I GET A MECH?!"
(S/O) "Because all you'd be doing is stomping on them and barely using your gun!-"
(M4 SOPMOD II) "You'd really think I pass the opportunity to use a cannon the size of a warehouse?!"
SOPMOD cheers S/O on, but pouts a lot when the fight is over, one that won't go away until she gets to pilot the mech herself.
The landing was pretty badass though, she can't deny that.
M16 lets out a hearty laugh when she sees S/O land, her grin increasing as she watches them skate around the trees and straight into the heart of an enemy armor formation.
(M16A1) "One hell of an entrance, S/O!"
(S/O) "Learned it by watching you!"
M16 scoffs, leaping over cover and easily dispatching of the dazed drones.
(M16A1) "For the record, my legs don't cost as much as that thing probably does for the repairs!-"
M16 thought their landing was badass, if not a little ill-advised.
But like S/O said, they learned it from watching her. Being a terrible influence wasn't the worst thing if it meant Anti-Rain could watch some spectacles like that more often.
RO's sigh is exacerbated as S/O's cheeky tone came over the radio, muttering something to herself as she reloaded.
(RO635) "The first thing you do is land on a tank?! Do you have any idea how much that thing costs?!"
(S/O) "Tell that to Sangvis!"
RO mentally notes to lecture S/O later, but still, she couldn't entirely deny that their shock tactics were effective.
Was it cheap? Hell no, the legs probably need to be replaced entirely once the fight was over!
What a reckless idea, did she learn that from M16 or SOPMOD?!
(RO635) "What terrible influences...!"
(S/O) "Say again? Didn't copy!"
(RO635) "I said make sure to stay safe, we're moving in behind! Watch your fire, acknowledge?"
(S/O) "Yes ma'am!"
(RO635) sigh "Good, tailing behind now!"
12 hummed in approval as S/O's landing shook the very earth DEFY were standing on, grabbing a nearby railing for support as concrete and dirt flew into the air.
(AK-12) "Hm. About time you arrived."
(S/O) "What, not happy to see me?"
(AK-12) "Not until you take care of our problem."
12 calmly watched as S/O's mech blew through the ruined streets, bullets bouncing off its armor and swiftly evading explosive shots.
(AK-12) "Distraction efforts have arrived, let's hurry this up before they have time to complain."
12 barely acknowledges their landing, effective as it was. She expected nothing less of a Tactical Mech.
Besides, 12 knew she was better than it anyway.
94 hardly reacted to the harsh landing, the only movement she made was keeping her combat mask in place as the ground underneath her violently quaked.
(AN-94) "Timely arrival, S/O."
(S/O) "Happy to join the party, drawing their fire!-"
94 nods before quickly rushing to find cover, knowing her current area was about to be crawling with enemies thanks to S/O.
While thankful, 94 has no time for idle compliments. DEFY had a mission to accomplish.
(AN-94) "Remain safe, S/O."
(S/O) "Roger that, you too!"
15 makes a quiet hum of approval of their landing, as an entire enemy squad was squashed underneath their mech's heels.
(AK-15) "If that was intentional, nice work."
(S/O) "Then I'll say it was to keep the compliment!-"
15 made no further comment as S/O's guns echoed throughout the empty city, knowing that their window of opportunity had increased dramatically thanks to them.
However, even she knew that such an asset wouldn't last forever, not bothering to stick around for the duration and focus back on her objective.
(AK-15) "Keep the mech in good condition for our extract, S/O."
(S/O) "I-I know that! Er, copy that!"
Seconds before S/O landed, 16 picked up her LMG and hid behind cover, seeing their shadow for a split second before she was lifted off the ground for a brief second.
Hearing the deafening roar of S/O's gun firing, she lowered her audio input momentarily as she rushed to a better location.
(RPK-16) "My, was the entrance necessary?"
(S/O) "You would've called me boring if I took the longer way anyway!"
(RPK-16) "Hm.~ We don't know that!"
S/O must've felt invincible inside that machine. And to be fair, it'd probably give her a similar feeling for at least a little bit.
But she knew better than to expect it to last forever.
(RPK-16) "What was that saying...The bigger they are-?"
(S/O) "You wanting me to get shot down in this, Sixteen?!"
(Angelia) "You have control."
[S/O's Voice] "I have control, S/O, launching!-"
Angelia motioned for DEFY to take cover, counting down in her head how long it'd take for them to land.
(Angelia) Three, two-
Right on time, S/O smashed onto the ground next to the enemy mech, promptly tearing their head off as their hand reached for the neck.
Sparks and wires flew across the ground, igniting the oil that began to spray out as their thrusters reversed them out of the street and incoming fire.
(Angelia) "Thanks for not landing and immediately crashing into them."
Despite the fact she was speaking quietly and reloading, S/O managed to hear her back-handed compliment.
(S/O) "H-Hey, you're the one who put the coordinates down!"
(Angelia) "Fair enough. Now hurry up and take care of the anti-air. We'll take care of the bunkers underneath them to stop them from doing repairs."
Angelia was impressed by their ability to pilot the mech so well. Even though it was on loan from the Commander, she intended to use the data S/O gathered to develop one for DEFY.
Hopefully with better methods of deploying it than just chucking it out a plane and hoping it wouldn't implode upon landing, but it's done a good job of absorbing the shock.
...So far.
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A/N:
Griffin actually can deploy an actual Mech. The Mobile Armor Tactical Mech, to be specific. So this ask is actually lore friendly!
Though in my opinion it could have a much cooler name, like a Mobile Suit or Armored Core.
It is a FACT the gender and genitalia a person is born with is their gender and genitalia for LIFE.
It is CANON Nanami was BORN a MAN with a FLAT chest and DICK. IS a MAN with a FLAT chest and DICK. And will ALWAYS be a MAN with a FLAT chest and DICK. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.
FemShep definitely keeps a gun strapped to her thigh when she wears a dress.
she would!
Grinding on her thigh
The cocktail dress hugs her body just right, black fabric stretching over her hips as she sits down, crossing her legs and motioning you over.
Of course you take a seat at the edge of her lap, that's commander Shepard. Who could ever refuse Hercules a request? Her hand settles on the small of your back, lower and lower, firmly pulling you higher up her leg, until you're seated on her thighs, closing the distance between you two.
You're unsure if it's really allowed, to just use her steel-like thighs for your pleasure. Hesitantly grinding down, uncertain movements and subtly rocking back and forth. She seems pleased, if that sinful red-painted smile on her face is anything to go by. So you keep going, hips moving bolder and bolder as you ride her thigh—until you feel something solid and cold brush by your most intimate area.
A renegade Shepard would definitely want you to continue still, grind on her strapped pistol, why not? It's fine, just keep going, you were already doing so well. The short hem of her dress still hides just enough of the gun, you can have plausible deniability, claim you never felt it in the first place and seek your relief between her scolding flesh and cold iron. She won't bring it up later, if you won't, your obscene act in a lust-clouded haze... maybe.
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You're sent to assassinate her
Sometimes life gets rough, even for assassins! In a moment of weakness you accepted that bounty on Commander Shepard's head that's been posted for an ungodly amount of credits...
Yeah many other mercenaries came before you for her head, and failed, quite embarrassingly. But you're different! See, they failed because they let their ego get the best of them and focus too much on a dramatic entrance. That's just dumb! While you always preferred a mere subtle and direct approach, to get the job done as quickly and cleanly as possible.
Your target is known to frequent nightclubs during her shore leave, all you have to do is doll yourself up and throw yourself at her under the pretence of being drunk, take her to a back-alley to make out, then blow her brains out, and go collect your retirement. In and out, all in a night's work! Bada bing bada boom!
Except your plan derails a bit, when instead of you even getting to make the first move—by bumping into her, spilling your drink on her then apologising profusely—Shepard gets to you first. Intimidating the person on the stool next to you to scurry off with nothing more than a single look, before immediately taking their place, and asking if she can buy you a drink—while actively buying you the said drink before you could answer.
Okay, little strange turn of events, but maybe you're just her type? You can go with the flow, keep up the charade of a starred eye fan who never expected a celebrity to take interest in you! Except she actually seems more interested in talking about you than bragging about her achievements, huh. It's a little tricky having to come up with answers on the spot to her personal questions, traces of truth keep slipping out as you try not to seem suspicious.
She just attentively listens, throwing a flirty remark here and there. And when she coaxes you into the dance floor, you're almost floored by the discovery of how much this real life valkyrie is godawful silly at dancing. It's kind of endearing.
The two of you stumble your way out the back entrance, arms around each other, laughing your hearts out. It's hard to keep track of your mission still in the haze of events, but you sneak a hand around her waist and nudge her towards the wall. She understands your intentions and relaxes her body in your grasp, completely letting you move her around as you wish.
There is a twinge in your heart as you kiss her neck. You try to shake the remorse off but it creeps on you alongside the smell of her perfume, it's intoxicated how her body desperately pressed back into your own.
The idea of walking away crosses your mind for a split second, but you immediately push it down. You can't let your conscience get the better of you now; your heart has long turned into stone. This is merely another job, plus you'll literally be set for life after it. Her eyes are closed, pleasure filled groans filtering through her lips, shiny and plump from all the kisses you drowned her in. This is the prime opportunity to act, your hand moves to your back pocket. Oh she must think you were undoing your belt, for her own hand moves under the split side of her dress... You swallow your dry throat at the idea of her reaching in there to pull her panties down.
Only for a gun to press against your hammering heart. She kisses your lips, the sparks fly, your still warm body makes a thud falling down.
Heya! Just found your requests page. Could trouble you for some Mud x reader headcanons? Feel free to get suggestive if you wish.
Spoiled Rotten
You first met Mud when he was scoping a joint out for Ken, the goopy mobster very quickly forgetting what he was meant to be doing when he saw your pretty face.
His flirting was crude, plain and sometimes very indecent…but still, he was rather endearing.
If you DO give him the attention he craves, congratulations, you’ve got yourself a silly little guy!
Now Mud isn’t a hopeless romantic, he’s just a bit hopeless, especially since he never had too much luck in the whole ‘relationship’ department.
cough Joshua cough
He tends to go…overboard, in a lot of his attempts to both woo you and impress you, like buying stealing a couple tickets to shows and movies, his attempts to take you to nice dinners {Ken likes you so he lets you two eat at the shop for a discount}, and trying to take you with them on jobs.
Mud can and will blow all his scarabs on treating you right, even if he complains about it after, because he wants you to be living comfortable. Problem with rent? Not anymore! Debatable on if he cemented your landlord. Want that pretty thing you saw in the shop window? You got it!
No expense is too high for you…until he runs out of scarabs, then it’s too high…so he just steals it, or convinced the rest of the Smiling Dead to run a heist on the place.
Speaking of the Smiling Dead, they love you!
Mel was a little sketchy around you, more than once you caught her spying on you to ‘make sure you weren’t a piece of shit’. But she warmed up to you pretty quickly, glad that someone’s keeping her uncle in line.
Breadhead was honesty just happy Mud’s been in a better mood more and more lately, and he gives you the biggest hug when you were first introduced.
Ken flat out acted like he couldn’t care less…until he started asking you questions. “What do you do?”, “Where do you live?”, “What’s your affiliation with any other crime families?”, “What’s your social security number?”
All in all, they like you and once they’ve mellowed out know that you and Mud are pretty good together.
Please invite this man to spend the night at your place, he hasn’t had a proper bed in years.
Will treat it like it was made of satin and silk, even if it’s a spongey, springy, lumpy thing.
Depending on how far along you two are he might start spending more time at your place, occasionally spending the night as you and him get more comfortable with each other.
Poor sludgy man doesn’t even notice you slowly moving him into your place until Ken asks where the hell he’s been.
No wonder he couldn’t find his spare fedora at the shop.
...Ok listen, This is just a question! 😭 If you don't want to I understand–I just wanna get my point across this is just a question... Would you be willing to make Anissa x reader?
Throwing my fists into the air and punching with no care, squealing like a fangirl who picked from a crowd and cheering like an aussie bar who just gave out free drinks.
God I’m going to no life this game just like when I first got it back on PS3.
If anyone wants me, I’ll be in my basement with a 30 pack of Mountain Dew, Cheese & Onion chips and the music turned up so loud it makes my house jump.
