alex strikes me as the kind of man to like himself a little challenge. same way he likes to have a bit of fun, both when he's doing his job and when he's actively scaping the dreadful bit of said job - aka paperwork -.
but nothing, not even common decency, is stopping alex from having some fun with you. even more if it stops him from doing those dreaded documents. make it more enjoyable at the very least.
what's the point of having an office if he's not able to lay you on his desk and fuck you hard? your body on top of the oh-so-important documents, tits pushed out of your top, sucking on your sensitive nipples as he pushes his cock in.
each thrust pulling a loud moan out of you, at the same time that the strength of his hips and the grip he has on your neck ends up pushing everything onto the floor and your arousal is drenching his paperwork
Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Photographer!Reader
Summary: You had quit the military after an incident and have been working as a freelance photographer for many years and had built a platform for yourself- doing your best to educate people while trying not to get yourself killed in the process...
Warnings: 2991 words, slow burn, horrid dad jokes, descriptions of combat (blood, gore, swearing, etc), and hints of PTSD.
A/N: from what originally was some headcannons... this was longer than I expected this to be. (please note this is not accurate to COD or the real world in any ways- just pure imagination).
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Mission - “Spill”
Never did you think that extracurricular photography club would culminate into you taking pictures in an active combat zone; bullets flying over your head to the sounds of your camera taking in every breath you take- waiting for the seemingly restless barrage of led to miraculously come to a halt.
Yet you knew better; you knew exactly what was going to stop the heartache inducing thunder and the sound of a door clashing against a wall- shouts echoing into the night sky as the distinctive sound of a trigger being pulled drilled its sound once again into your veins; hands shaking- you held your position behind cover with your camera and small gun in hand. Awaiting the news to come to you- only to hear a scream.
--
↳ A Few Months Before…
You walked down the bustling city streets on your way back to the apartment, the cheery open signs on each storefront mocked your wincing complexion to the wind picking up and forcing its way between the tall buildings. Holding your jacket closer to your frame, you picked up your pace and awaited for the light to turn green.
Your feet stagger when you get shoved on the crosswalk, a distant sorry! Can be heard echoing its way through the wind as you shake your head and check your watch, your cat will need their medication soon you thought to yourself; twisting the key into the hole as your door swung open and shut.
Kicking off your running shoes, dropping your bags off in the dining room and collecting your coat for the closet. You cat, Spoons, wedged his way in between your legs while purring loudly in his big boned glory. Kneeling down to pet him, he jumps into your arms and settles upon your shoulders as you find your way to the kitchen- looking for his medication. The distant sounds of traffic fill the apartment as you grab yourself a new glass of water before returning back to work as Spoons moved back to your bedroom for a much needed nap.
Sitting at your desk, you looked across its surface for inspiration to write. You look at your cold take-out coffee, a random spam flyer from your mailbox and the stack of unkempt journals- their pages holding on by the threads of seams; much similar to your sanity as a black pen swirled around your fingertips. Biting your lip in concentration and blowing the strand of hair from out your eyes, you groan and skin back farther into your chair- head empty besides mindless anxieties mocking your every thought.
A ping could be heard coming from your jacket pocket as you mentally hype yourself to move from your position of pure self-pity. You could hear your instructor practically screaming into your ear about posture as you sluggishly put one foot in front of the other.
Unzipping the pocket it now rings in your hand, a number scrolls through the top of the screen as your background blurs to show the caller ID- My Fish (Gabby). Your finger briefly hovers over the red decline button before ultimately selecting the green alternative.
"Hey Bubbles"
"How many fucking times do I have to say it. It's Gabby for you unless you have recently decided to trade in your thousand dollar lenses for one of common sense?"
You pause for dramatic effect as Gabby groans through the other-side of the phone, perfectly imagining you tapping your middle finger to your chin blatantly in her face.
"Now that you mention it, that doesn't sound half bad right now. Where did you get yours? From a discount bin by any chance?"
"The only discount I need is on hair transplants. I can only pull so much out from dealing with all you idiots" Gabby deadpans back as you can't help but laugh- stress evaporating off your shoulders with every sentence exchanged.
"You love me still though, isn't that right Finnley?"
"Call me Finnley one more time and see what happens"
"Is that a challenge or an offer? Because I'm down for either or..." You train off with a flirty tone, eyes moving from your miss-matched socks to out your apartment window; watching as the sky clouds over, thankful that you made it back before the rain started.
"I swear to fucking..." Gabby starts, the rest is a mumble underneath her breath as you hear their surrounding change and their voice echoes more; the distant murmurs of other conversations can now be heard in the background.
"Me?" You add like a mad-libs puzzle as Gabby threatens to end the call, yet the soft tone she later responds with has you experiencing whiplash and nearly tripping over your coffee table.
"Look, I really need you here- I know with your history..." She quickly begins to throw information at you that you can barely comprehend with its speed, "yet swear that it will be worth it. Just let me explain, do you have more time right now?" Looking down at your watch, it was half-past one and the only plans you had were involving a stroll downtown for another late coffee.
The next half an hour of information dumping has you falling into your bed with the load of it; Spoons meows loudly at you, obviously not happy being woken from his nap. Turning your head to the ceiling you watch as the ceiling fan spins above your head as you contemplate their words while stringing a series of curses and fish puns down the phone line before you respond clearly,
"So... where exactly is here?"
--
And the next thing you know you were being escorted to a military base and placed on a bench in a random hallway, awaiting to be let inside a room across the way. Your memories flickered through the forefront of your thoughts as you reminisce about all the times you sat in this exact position- being watched by authoritative figures with Gabby by your side in basic training over something you both (totally did not) do together.
The most startling part was when you looked back to the empty bench beside you; it was now filled by a skull mask staring you down silently. Your whole body jolts; eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights as you compress a large gasp of shock and you swear you hear a chuckle coming from behind the cloth as you place a hand on your chest and do your best to calm your breathing.
Looking away now, you hunch your body over as your shoulders begin to rise up and down in uneven motions; doing your best to compress sounds of laughter that have taken over your once scared self as you notice their large frame shuffle awkwardly on the small bench. The intimidating factor lessens once their eyes meet and yours crinkling with a soft smile in recognition.
"Hello Ghost, It appears I have bared witness to the name I have heard the oh so many stories about. Y/N Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to meet you," You greet the man softly while extending your hand to meet his confused outstretched one; head tilting and eyes narrowing in a very cat-like motion, your thoughts travel back to Spoons most likely sunbathing on the windowsill back at home.
Simon tries to formulate how you gathered this information- looking at you intently now, he had never seen or much less heard someone described with your features on the base before. Yet giving his hand a quick squeeze, he nodded in response while giving yours a shake and dropping it soon after. You peered at the door across the hallway yet no signs of movement were to be seen as you sighed and made the tough decision of carrying out small talk or not.
Yet your mental war would soon be forgotten as a loud voice echoed off the walls in accented excitement. As the figure grew closer, you noticed him to have a mohawk that had you impressed by how well it was maintained. You would also become further impressed by them giving you a pat on the shoulder as a prominent Scottish accent greeted you with utmost kindness that had you blushing madly and whipping your hands across your jeans in reaction.
"It's great to match a face to a name like Soap" You teased, eyes showing recognition to the man detailedly described by Gabby when she would return from deployment for a few drinks. You smile fondly remembering how she couldn't contain her laughter from the stores she would tell.
"Fish was really holding out on a beauty like you, what are you both on the bench for LT?- wait scratch that- what are you even doing here Y/N?" He questioned as he took the other seat beside you; now squished between the two men. One glaring down at your head; still trying to calculate more about you, while the other showed puppy-like intrigue to your presence. You opened your mouth to formulate a reply as another member joined the scene.
"Did I miss a memo in the group-chat again?" Has you questioning if Gabby signed you up for a comedy sketch; your eyes fall on to every security camera stationed in the hall space before meeting the gaze of a base-ball cap covered face that gives you a nod of the head before looking at the two others; awaiting an answer that they all but shrugged to.
Soap introduced you to Gaz as you shook hands with one another, feeling the clauses and a scar running across the back on it. You abruptly dropped your hand, embarrassed for holding the interaction for too long as Gaz cleared his throat, giving his head a quick tilt towards Soap. He shuffled down the bench and patted the empty space, smiling mockingly now and allotting space for the new member in what would look like an almost completed movie poster as the sound of a clock ticking in the background filled the silence you all sat in.
“Hey Y/N?”
“Yes, Soap?”
“Can I tell you something?”
You nod your head with obvious confusion as to why Gaz appears to be laughing, his shoulder brushing against yours. Looking down the bench, you notice as Ghost shifts his legs and fixes his belt before settling once more.
“My wife said I should do lunges to stay in shape.”
Your head whips back over as Gaz now grabs your knee, clutching his stomach as concern sprouts. You look over Soap and his left hand to find it empty alongside his neck, overly bewildered that his spouse would make such a comment to his current frame.
“Umm, why would she only recommend lunges out of all things?”
Tears well up in Soaps eyes as he holds your own, Gaz is now patting your knee in between squeezes, doing his best to return to even breaths. You begin to reach over Gaz’s shoulders to touch Soaps in a move to comfort the man before you are stopped by the punchline.
“We both thought that it would be…” Soap now bursts into laughter as you hear Ghost wince beside you at the loudness of it. Between laughs he finished the sentence, “a big… step… forward.”
A loud sigh exits your body as you turn your head down, shaking it before you fall over into Gaz- laughing hard as Simon watches the three of you perform like children, smiling to himself underneath the mask.
Catching his breath, Soap begins the conversation once more,“Please note I don’t actually have a wife, wouldn’t want to cheat on my tough, buff, handsome husband ain’t that right LT?” Soap clarifies, fluttering his eyes as Ghost groans heavily at him, shifting his body away and staring at his watch in an effort to not add fuel to Soap's already burning fire.
--
Conversation flowed easily through the group after the jokes session, you ended up showing Ghost your cat that he laughed at in the first picture. Swatting his bicep and cursing him for being rude to your baby, your eyes soon lit up in horror to your reactions and you swiftly apologized. The chuckle that the masked man gave you has your heart fluttering in shambles, thankfully restarted by the sounds of hurried footsteps coming around the hallway and soon broke out into a full blown run; heads all snapping over as you stood up quickly and met them in the middle.
"Gills!"
"Dumbass!"
You both hugged, bodies swaying from the force as you both laughed happily in each other's arms. The feeling of multiple pairs of eyes soon breaking through the moment as you looked over Gabby's shoulder to see an older man, smiling at you both from underneath a moustache and boonie cap. You looked to his left to see a smaller woman dressed in office clothing with a tight bun and a smile staring you down as well; eyes sharp but crinkled. You gave them both a small wave before releasing your best friend.
"Please call me Gabby; just for a little bit today- okay? I get enough shit from the boys already demanding to know why fish is my callsign and I just know that they will do their best to work their “magic…” she says while making quotation marks with her fingers, “...on you to spell it out to them," Gabby whispers to you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and introducing you properly to Captain Price and Station Chief Laswell.
Firm handshakes they both give has you wincing slightly while retracting your hand and lightly shaking it in the air behind your back before following in tow into the room across the hall.
--
Taking a seat Between Gabby and Soap, the Captain, Gaz and Laswell sit across from you as Ghost leans against the wall behind you all; observing from afar while subconsciously protecting the door and watching the windows between fixing his gloves; an anxious tick you notice.
Gabby is the first to address the court as she defends your presence in the room today like a well-paid lawyer that has you biting your lip from making the jokes you so desperately want to convey when you are together.
"After a recent few, excuse my French, shitshows of data collecting for my accessing teams here on base, I recommend you Y/N Y/LN. They have prior experience in our operations and can capture a bloody good picture or two that is actually comprehensible for the media..."
Gabby practically reads out your resume to the crowd from memory; you feel your cheeks becoming slightly pink from attention as you slightly fall into the back of your chair in an attempt to hide. You feel Soaps arm move across the back of your chair; his eyes asking yours if you are doing okay, you give back a curt nod and focus your attention back to Gabby.
“You can interrogate a suspect for all their worth, bring a cartel boss to near tears and slice a mans finger off in front of their wife while hanging their cousin yet for the love of all things- you cannot find it in you to take a full, unobstructed or uncrumpled picture of a desk, phone, fuck! A selfie even! Like c'mon guys- I need something to present to the council!”
You feel your head falling against Soap's tattooed arm, it warms against the back of your neck as your body looks for some form of physical connection to calm yourself from Gabbys rant. Soap makes no motions to move his arm; understanding how you must be feeling from prior experiences as he looks around the room and catches Gabby's eyes; giving her a wink while tilting his head slightly towards your form.
Gabbys' eyes narrow as she continues talking on autopilot that has you pushing your head back upright and moving to stop her rambling; giving the people in a room a chance to breathe through the information she just flung wildly at their heads.
Soap does his best to hide his disappointment in his facial features from your moving away. He notices Price giving him a knowing look before the captain turns his full attention towards you, humming to himself before formulating a statement as you await playing with a loose string from your sweater.
"I remember hearing stories about you as a new recruit and all through your task force, always going that extra bit; that group looked at you as a saving grace..." He trains off, looking for the right words as Gaz picks up the conversation.
"It would be lovely to have you join our team; have another to watch our backs; less work the better, more focused we can be." You see out of the corner of your eye that Ghost nods his head slightly to this as Soap gives you another cheeky grin and opens his mouth to reply yet Gabby beats him to the punch as his face falls and grumbles underneath his breath.
You give his arm a pat in recognition that has his smile returning before turning your attention to Laswell; awaiting her final seal of approval. She looks at you for a long hard while, trying to get you to break as your brain falls into distant memories, your body going stoic and face unmoving.
Your training seeping through your veins once again as Gabby notices this and tries to hide a smirk, thinking to herself, I knew that old self was still in you somewhere.
As Laswell gives a nod of approval your way, Gabby bursts in cheers, placing her arms at each side of your chairs arms and twirling it so that you face her head on as she says, "glad to have you back, Dice."
And that very call sign called fourth a past self within you that smiled sadly in recognition.
1: The circus members are brain scans, this folder might be the abstracted members. CA_NeuralScans (Obsolete)
2: 'Abel' did exist, and the circles at the beginning of the episode were most likely Caine killing 'Abel'.
3: The circus was created on October 30th, 1996. Kinger's password is Queenie, and this confirms again that Kinger was his username.
4: Ragatha entered the circus on October 15th 2008, Scratch entered the same day but in 1999, and Caine in 1996. Interestingly enough, he is written in LISP, which has links to AutoCAD the modeling software.
5: Not much to actually say here, Caine's internals are protected by both him and bubble.
6: Assuming the GreenGrounds is the circus, Kinger was likely trying to inject the torment program (what the circus members are being tortured with??) with a daemon (automated process) in order to stop it.
Note a censored name [G_AN_]. My guess is on Grant lmao
Since these pictures are covered by Caine and Bubble, I'll write what they probably say.
"This IS a wacky word, but WRONG word!" "System selecting SAFEST option for reliability, cancel automatic selection? [Y/N]"
"Yes"
"Which backup do you want?"
"C"
"NONE Selected"
"Interpreted as: DELETE"
"Confirm deletion of current unstable program (or AI)?"
"No"
"Negative response! inverting to (?) per (?) protocols!"
"DELETE THIS MOTHER*****R, HAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaaaaaaa"
"No"
"Errored: Proceeding with ORIGINAL decision"
"Actually you're CONFUSED let me HELP, should this program EXIST [Y/N]"
"Yes"
"Override instruction error falling back to default metric"
(Kinger tries to yet again load a backup and stun Caine here)
"Are you really going to delete Caine? [Y/N]"
"YES" (This is where he accidentally hit delete)
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cw: twitter p!links
summary: some sexy links of what it would be like if our favs were in sticky situations...😉
- annie and smoke's adults only vacation, but annie's been talking too much shit. and while everyone else is downstairs drinking smoke’s upstairs handling that
- annie and smoke having places to be and important meetings but of course they get caught up
- smoke coming home after being away for a few weeks and waking annie up in the best way
- annie being the queen she is and taking them both through there
- annie teasing another round even though there’s no time for it
- smoke and annie being all in love after a date night and need to be in each others skin
- smoke getting a massage from annie after a day of running the streets and stack stressing him out
- annie’s favorite form of punishment/baby #6 on the way
- when the kids been stressing annie out all day so she needs big papa to come home and take care of her
- smoke being the great eater he is on him and annie’s houston trip
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Bitch you think I'm not going to simp for Luke holt when I'm 88? I could be a fucking grandma and I'm still going to be out here writing x reader fanfiction i really don't fucking care blud✌️
➳request: Heya!! Can I request Angel dust x female! reader headcanons where the reader is a professional singer who writes and produces her own music?🥰 - anon
➳notes: as an aspiring songwriter/producer myself, this is a wonderful request. thank you, anon!
Hi! I luv your writing so much oml- okay, may i request alastor with a s/o that's really into singing? Like, they're a fan of musicals, songs in general wether it's old songs, or modern songs that the s/o knew when they were alive!
Alastor with Singing S/O
You have met your match
Alastor loves that you’re into singing, and will frequently sing with you
He asks you to teach him songs from your time, and he does the same for you!
Dramatic duets are a frequent occurrence
He will drag you into song time at any given moment
And dancing? Why it’s a staple of your musical endeavors together
Much as he loves to sing with you, he also enjoys just listening to you, especially to sweet and soft songs at night
He finds it soothing, and will ask for certain songs from you on occasion
But really, he likes to hear just about anything from you
Hey I love your work so much! Could you please write about alastor with a wife who’s just like Jessica rabbit and ended up in heaven because she didn’t know about him killing but came down to visit him after meeting Charlie when she went up there. I just think I’d be wild for someone like Al to have a wife like that
AAAAOOOOGGGGAAAAA!!!! I could have written this in soooo many ways but i think its a bit like one i already wrote but I hope you enjoy nevertheless!!! @alientee
I highly recommend you listen to The Night We Met, Copacabana, and Why don’t You Do Right!!!! That’s what I envisioned for this one request!!!!
The meeting between the Princess of Hell and the Angelic council was a mess.
The Princess had a look of defeat, so you took it upon yourself to let her show you her hotel.
You prompted that you will be the one to go down and see if it were possible that demons could be redeemed.
I mean everyone deserves a second chance right?
You were talk even the worst sinner still possessed some sort of decency.
So you followed the Princess to her hotel to show you around.
Charlie was elated that you didn’t think her dream was just some fluck.
She asked you all sorts of questions. How you ended up in heaven and how was your life before you died.
”Believe it or not I was a singer at a gentlemen’s lounge. Oh darlin you should have seen me in my prime! Jazz, booze, and oh I had the sweetest husband.”
Charlie was shocked. I mean, yes you were breathtaking, but you really didn’t seem like the type to be tied down to some guy.
You giggled at her expression. It was often the look men gave you when you refused their advances, happily boasting you were a taken woman and not some hussy that could warm their beds.
”Oh you’ll really find that the hotel has character. Our hotel manager might be a little…hmmm creepy but don’t pay him any mind” she said opening the door to the hotel to lead you through the lobby.
And character it did.
The interior was old-fashion but it had charm. A bit masculine for a young woman to run it, but if the manager was a man, you could see why it looked the way it did.
You took a seat on a couch and waited as Charlie went to gather the residents so you would meet them.
You were slightly nervous. You were in Hell and hadn’t the slightest clue what demons even looked like.
You fiddled with your ring, how you wished to see your husband.
”Everyone we have a special guest so pleeeeaasssee be on your best behavior” you heard Charlie say.
You caught sight of a gnarly bar and the bartender, you smiled
”shot of whiskey on the rock love” Husker turned around and his eyes widened, yours did too “Why i never thought…Husker?!” You squealed happily, lunging across the bar to hug the demon. He smiled and patted your back, pulling away “Husker what ya doing down here?” He gave you a deadpan look, making you laugh. You then thought about it..
If Husker was down here then that…
”Charlie you should have said such beauty in our circle i would have cleaned up a lot better” a voice purred, making your head turn.
A tall spider smiled at you, giving you a flirtatious wink, which you sent back with a wave.
A little cyclone, a snake, and a seemingly human woman entered the room.
Charlie smiled “This lovely angel has decided to have a look around to prove Heaven wrong”
You introduced yourself.
”Now i know you’re not here long so Ill give you a quick-”
Charlie was interrupted by a radio-like voice.
”Don’t tell me you’re going to give a tour without me Charlie? You know we work as a team-” his words trailed off as he caught sight of you.
You stood, a happy smile on your face “Alastor baby!” You practically ran into his arms.
”Ain’t no way…”
”Noooo”
”oh welll that do make ssssennssseee”
”Pretty lady!”
everyone watched in shock as Alastor twirled you around, peppering your face in kisses.
”oooohhh my dear what a surprise this is!” He said hugging you. You heard a throat clear and broke your hold on him, turning to see everyone confused.
You gave a sheepish smile. Alastor beamed and hooked a arm around your waist
”Everyone this doll here is my wife! The prettiest thing that ever graced the earth!” You playfully slapped his chest.
Everyone's mouths dropped.
”WHAT!?”
You sat in Alastor’s lap as you told how you knew the red demon. Rambling on about how you two met and how your lives were like.
They just couldn’t process it.
YOU were married to Alastor.
Married to the most feared Overlord in Hell.
Wife to the Radio Demon.
How the fuck?
You were an angel? Literally and figuratively!
”How the hell did Mr. Creepy face fancy talk here get a broad like you?” Angel asked.
Alastor’s chest puffed with pride. His smile almost broke his face “with charm and wit my deluded friend” He said as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.
You giggled, it was always entertaining to see people's reactions to who your husband was.
You turned to Alastor, lips pouty with a feigned upset look
”Now i been dead forever and not once have I seen you. Why? Why weren’t you in Heaven?”
Alastor stiffened, how was he to tell you that during your time alive he had killed many people just for the fun of it?
“Weeelll my dear I might have killed a few people”
You blinked and then thought about it.
It kind of made sense, he used to be out ‘hunting’ at weird times of day, be gone at night saying he was working.
You had a hard time getting stains out of his clothing.
That do explains some things.
”So do you regret anything?” He let out a laugh
nope. Not a single thing.
You shook your head “well since I’m heeeerrrrreee…why don’t we swing by juke joint, if you’re here, I’m sure Mimzy is here. I could use a good time. Its stuffy up there in Heaven. No fun at all”
Charlie perked “Ahh yes you must see how the sinners here are really like and what better than enagaging with them?”
Angel smirked “I know a place waaaayy better than some old booze lounge”
A club. You were at a club.
Your eyes honed in on a mic on the stage and it just happened to be open night.
You batted your eyes and just like that you were on stage.
The lights dimmed and you flipped through some songs to pick.
You might have been a bit old-fashioned but you were caught up on some of the modern singers that came through heaven.
The band nodded at your choice and you took hold of the mic.
With a twirl of your hand, you dawned on a 1920s theme look.
The gang mouths were jaw dropped as you started to sing, the audience was captivated. Catcalls and whistles filled the air.
Alastor felt static run through him as he sighed lovingly as you came down the stage and sat on his lap, mock fixing his bow tie as you sang. You teasingly nipped at his lips, causing his ears to twitch as you smiled going back to waltzing around the stage.
You smiled as bowed as the crowd exploded with cheers and applause as the lights came back on.
Ain’t no way Alastor had a bad broad like you, but the way you happily giggled as he whispered in your ear, pulling you into his chest…
There wasn’t denying it.
You held the Radio Demon’s dark heart.
His sweet, alluring wife
who would have thought?
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