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[mrsoharaa]

˗ˏˋ ❥ Sending Miguel naughty, spicy videos/audios/pictures of you whimpering and touching salaciously to yourself to the thought of him, on his bed, while he was away on a dreadful mission. 🫣🫢

[aftcrhovrs]

Pretty with no effort so imagine when I apply pressure.

[captainfern]

REQUESTS OPEN ?!?!?!? PLEEEEASE ,MAY I ????

May i request a piece for our boi Casper ( Ghost ) 🥹🥹? Something along the idea of : mutual pining with reader being an absolute sweetheart to Ghost (and everyone else but mostly Casper) BUT it starts with Ghost trying to make reader go away by being a dick to them to avoid dealing with the feelings, reader gets hurt and upset and then turn into the most cold stone souless person every seen by mankind and ofcourse Ghost is mad and trying to fix it but how to do that when nothing works .... Confess \o/

Can be nsfw if you want it to be, I can bet on anything that no one will mind :3

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Orion

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

[“Orion” by Metallica]

[18+]

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• summary - a bit of grumpy x sunshine. grumpy fucks it up and really, really wants to apologise lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 5k • warnings - fem!reader, grumpy!ghost at the start but that doesn't last long lol, porn with a sprinkle of plot, a bit of subby!ghost [he begs— you're fucking welcome whores 🙏], oral [f!receiving], unprotected piv, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial?, ok it's not "a bit" of sub!ghost it's a lot of sub!ghost, he whines and whimpers in this btw, praise, begging, good lord this is self-indulgent, strong language

thank you anon !! i've changed it a little, just because i don't think ghost would be a complete dick, just a grumpy and if he does act like a dick, he doesn't mean it fr <3 but i hope you like it anyway !!

and hehe yes i made it nsfw i can't resist i mean look at that man

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He was hopelessly in love with you.

And it fucking pissed him off.

How could he not be? You flounced around base, smiling and giggling at god knows what. You cooked for the task force, helped clean, kept them company in the rec-room, all with a dazzling smile plastered on your face.

You were kind and respectful, too. Always did what Price told you, like a good little rookie. Always listened to Soap's advice, improving your shooting techniques. Always understood Gaz's signals, knowing exactly what he was thinking, and what he wanted you to do. And always, always being so good for your lieutenant.

You waited on tenterhooks at every word that came from Ghost's mouth. He watched the way you listened to him, your full attention on him. Sparkling eyes watching his next move, ears in tune to the slight huff and puff of his brewing anger. It seemed you knew how to deal with his emotions better than he did.

And it pissed him off.

You never seemed to get angry with him, frustrated or upset. No matter how many times he raised his voice, reprimanded you for doing something utterly moronic. You just nodded, apologised calmly, smiled and walked away, leaving him smouldering inside his own grievances.

"What the fuck are you doing, rookie? You're in the fucking way."

"Sorry, Lieutenant!" You chirped, bounding away.

And that wasn't the only way you put up with him.

Some days were hard for Ghost, dealing with everything going on inside his head. He struggled to admit it, too. So when he found himself in the barracks kitchen at three in the morning, frustration bubbling inside him, he threw the jar he had struggled— and failed to open— at the wall. It burst, shattering into a million tiny pieces, sprinkling across the floor like shards of crystal. The contents— strawberry jam, if he remembered correctly— slugged down the wall, a vibrant red trail smearing against the paint.

You entered, maybe awoken by the shattering of glass, finding Ghost heaving silently in the kitchen, chest moving at a million miles per hour as his heart raced.

You stretched a hand in his direction. "Are you—?"

"Don't." Ghost hissed.

You retreated.

"Do you need—?"

"Didn't I fucking say don't?" Ghost snapped, eyes flashing.

He knew that was harsh. Saw it in the way your bottom lip trembled every so slightly, and your sparkling eyes dimmed in the low light of the kitchen. But, you didn't give up. Of course you fucking didn't.

He watched you silently as you grabbed the broom from the edge of the room, and began sweeping up the glass. He continued to watch as you scooped up the shards of glass, every last glittering fragment, and toss them into the bin. You even cleaned the large smear of jam off the wall, humming quietly to yourself as you did.

Ghost just watched.

Once you were done, you turned to him, offering a sympathetic smile. Then, you walked to the refrigerator and plucked another jar of jam from the door. You offered it to him, still smiling.

"This one's raspberry. Not strawberry, unfortunately, but I think it tastes better, anyway." Maybe you were just trying to make him feel better. If you did, it worked. Spitefully well, too.

He took it from you. He didn't thank you, though, just turned away with a muffled sigh. You continued to look at him, a soft smile still on your lips.

He wondered if you were expecting a thank you. Probably. So when he went to open his mouth, when he went to mutter out a thank you, he turned, and you were gone, shuffling out of the kitchen, still humming to yourself.

A week later, Ghost was still intent on denying whatever it was he felt for you.

The five of you on a day off, relaxing around the rec-room. You played pool with Gaz, laughing. Melodic. You looked so carefree, so effortlessly beautiful, and it made Ghost's cheeks heat up beneath his mask. Fucking hell.

You were quite handsy with the sergeant, too, Ghost noticed. Hugging and touching, arms around his waist, fingers trailing his arms. Ghost watched from across the room, seething silently. Gaz made you laugh again. Again and again and the sound of your laughter was making the grip Ghost had on his glass almost earth-shattering. All white-knuckle and pure jealously. Not like he admitted that to himself, though.

You eventually turned your pretty face towards Ghost, lips curved.

"Fancy a game, L.T?" You battered your eyelashes, biting your lower lip briefly. Or was that in Ghost's head?

"Pass." Ghost forced himself to grunt, heat blooming in his chest.

You pouted. "Aw, come on, Ghost—!"

"Pass." Ghost repeated, cutting you off with his deep baritone.

You closed your mouth, but still his grumpiness didn't deter you. You shrugged to yourself, turning back to Gaz with that signature smile of yours.

"Another round then, Garrick?"

"You're on."

A few days after that, Ghost was reaching his breaking point.

He was trying everything in his right mind to keep you away from him. To stop you from being such a goddamn angel, doting on his every doing. He wanted you to see who he really was, who he felt like he really was.

You were particularly happy this day. Seemingly bouncing around the barracks, the pure essence of you permeating the entire space— burning white, tooth-rotting sweetness, smelling of everything that Ghost loved. Loved about you. Fuck, he was mad.

You circled the room, hugging each of your comrades. You hugged Price like the father-figure he was. Short and sweet, but warm and comforting. You had your head to his chest, mumbling something that made Price smile, eyes squinting.

Then you hugged Soap. The bastard swept you off your feet, making you giggle. He said something to you that had you snorting out a bemused laugh, smacking him lightly on the chest when he put you down. He pat you gently on the head before you were sprinting to Gaz.

The way your face lit up made Ghost's heart clench.

You practically threw yourself into Gaz's arms, your arms around his shoulders as his circled your waist. He pressed you close— too close for Ghost's liking— rocking you gently as you thanked him. For what? What the hell were you thanking him for?

After what seemed like an eternity of Ghost burning daggers into you and the sergeant, you broke away, and began to approach Ghost. He froze in place, back to the kitchen counter. What were you doing? Approaching him looking so happy and perfect?

He acted out. On instinct.

You opened your arms, and he skulked away.

"Don't you dare," he grumbled, backing away. "I am not in the mood for whatever it is you're doing today, rookie."

Your smile faltered. A millisecond. "But, Ghost—?"

"Seriously, rookie," Ghost said sternly. "What's got you acting like this at eight in the morning?"

At that very moment, he felt his heart break into thousands of pieces.

Your smile dropped.

The glimmer in your eyes faded.

Without a word, you left the room, and Gaz hurried after you. Ghost followed your departing form with curious eyes. Then, he turned to Price and Soap, who were looking at him in dissapointment.

"What?" He gritted, jaw ticking.

"You're a fool, L.T. A real fool." Soap shook his head slowly.

Ghost huffed. "What d'you mean?"

"You're always acting like a complete dick to her," Soap continued. "Even on her birthday."

Ghost's heart leapt into his throat, stomach twisting, making him nauseous.

"Her... birthday?" Ghost tried not to let the waver in his voice sound through.

Soap nodded. "Yeah. S'why she's in such a good mood. Gaz got her something nice, I think—"

"What Soap's trying to say is that you, being a stubborn prick, has made her special day... not so special." Price added, digging a cigar and a lighter from his pocket. He left the room, heading outside, offering no more words, making Ghost's nervousness swell.

He turned to Soap, desperation clawing his insides. "What should I—?"

"Go and apologise, ya fuckhead." Soap beat him to it.

Wordlessly, Ghost left, hurrying towards your bedroom. When he got there, Gaz was just leaving, and the sergeant gave the lieutenant a stern look.

Ghost was almost breathless. "I need—"

"No, you don't, Ghost," Gaz said softly. "You've done enough."

"But—?"

"Seriously, Ghost, just leave," Gaz continued. "You're always so grumpy towards her, anyway. Just leave it."

He pushed past Ghost. Ghost stood outside your door, the urge to open it almost overwhelming. But he didn't. Hands in fists, nails digging into his palms, he walked away.

He needed to hit something.

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You successfully avoided him for a week. He commended you internally for your ability to avoid him like the fucking plague. But, he hated it. He hated the way he made you feel, and he hated the way you were making him feel. His emotions were all over the place, and he desperately needed to get them in check.

So, he came to a conclusion.

He needed to apologise.

Well, he had been trying to. You weren't having any of it. He respected that.

But now, he was inching past his ability to remain respectful. Each time your smile faded when he entered the room; each time you ignored a simple favour or request of his; each time you wrapped yourself into Gaz's arms after a long, strenuous mission.

That sent him over the edge.

It was a stormy night, complete with heavy rain and the distant roll of thunder, when Ghost idled outside your bedroom door. He was a war-machine, a killer— but he was desperately working himself up to knock on your door. He was nervous.

So when he did finally knock, his heartrate was elevated.

You opened the door a crack, peering into the shadowed hallway. Ghost saw your eyes flicker across his body; how rich they were in emotion. He rushed forward and quickly jammed his foot in the door, noticing you begin to push it closed.

"What do you want?" You hissed, so devoid of your usual sunshine.

"Can... can I talk to you?"

A moment passed. Then, you opened the door, and let him inside.

Your room was exactly how Ghost had imagined it. Just like you. Warm, cozy, sweet-smelling. It was dripping in everything that was you. Ghost inhaled deeply, watching as you plonked yourself down on the edge of your bed, body illuminated by the soft golden light of your lamp.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Well?"

Ghost just released it all. Everything he wanted to tell you, he did. He apologised profusely, again and again. He admitted to being a complete dickhead, and then apologised for that. He thanked you for putting up with him, for listening to him, for understanding him so well. And at the end of it all, he confessed.

"I'm in love with you."

You gaped at him.

"Always have been."

You were at a loss for words.

But Ghost wasn't. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't.

"I love you, rookie. I really do."

You blinked at him, then slowly got to your feet. He watched you, heart slamming against his ribcage, cheeks stinging hot beneath the fabric of his balaclava. He watched as you neared, lifting your hands to cup his face over the material.

"Prove it."

Ghost swallowed, throat dry all of a sudden. "What?"

"Prove how much you love me." You whispered, biting your lower lip.

This time, Ghost knew the action wasn't just in his head.

Because when he pressed closer to you, placing his gloved hands on your waist, he saw you release your bottom lip and curl your mouth into a smile. The smile he loved.

"I'm sorry, for everything." Ghost whispered as he backed you towards your bed.

"I know," you said, sitting on your bed and hooking your legs around his waist, pulling him down on top of you. "So show me."

Ghost couldn't help himself. Even with the mask still on, he slammed his mouth onto yours. He expected some kind of protest as he parted his lips, tongue pressing to the smooth fabric, heat and moisture smothering yours. But you didn't— you sighed outwardly, becoming pliant as you moved your own lips, revelling in the solid heat of his tongue against your own through the fabric.

He let out a low sound, a mix between a grunt and a whine, as he pressed himself closer to you. He was slowly getting frustrated by the material barrier as he kissed you. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the lower part of his mask. It snapped, and made Ghost's breath hitch.

It's like you could read his mind as you looked into his eyes.

"You wanna take it off?" You asked, fingers at his neck, where the end of the balaclava sat snugly near the base. Your fingers squeezed gently, and he exhaled loudly.

He whined, hushed, from the back of his throat. "Yeah..."

"Yeah?" You grinned, gently rolling the mask upwards. It cleared his neck, then over his jaw, exposing his mouth and nose, before finally being ripped from his head entirely, leaving him exposed to you.

He usually would have felt nervous. Self-conscious, definitely. But not tonight. Not when, as a clap of thunder sounded outside, you moaned at the sight of him, and yanked his face back towards your own. It made his cock harden, painful in his cargos, as your mouths interlocked again. Your tongue swept into his first, and he let out another low noise, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair.

Ghost shifted you both, making sure your head touched your pillows, resting comfortably. Still kissing, his hands explored down your body, skimming your sides, your thighs. Your hands tightened in his hair when one of his hands drifted inwards, brushing your upper inner thigh. He panted as you pulled him away from you, blond locks clutched in your fist. He looked down at you, eyes and lips just as glossy as each other, cheeks pink.

"You still want to apologise?" You asked, other hand drawing around his face and cupping his jaw.

He nodded, slightly, not doing much in your grip.

"Good," you hummed, pleased. "Get on the floor."

He did as he was told. Straight a-fucking-way. Now kneeling on the floor beside your bed, you sat on the edge. Slowly, ever so slowly, you pulled down your pyjama pants. Ghost watched you, completely rapt, as your fingers worked your underwear down your legs.

"Fucking hell..." He whispered as you kicked your underwear away.

You put your backside onto the edge of your bed, beckoning him closer. He shuffled further, and you placed your legs across his shoulders as his hands snaked up to grab at your thighs. Your core was bare to him under the golden lamplight, practically glistening. He withheld a moan as he leaned forward, attempting to put his mouth on you. But, you stopped him— clamping your thighs on either side of his head.

This time, he did let his moan out, high and breathy as he looked up at you through long, blond lashes, head encased between the plush of your thighs.

You looked down at him, tutting. "What do you want?"

He blinked at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

You flexed the muscles of your legs, tightening the weight of your thighs against his ears and cheeks. He grunted, closing his eyes.

"Well?" You prompted. "Tell me, Si."

Maybe it was the use of the nickname, of his real name. Maybe it was the heat of your flesh searing the sides of his head. Maybe it was the way his erection was growing impossibly hard inside his pants. Whatever it was made Ghost whimper. Fucking whimper.

Embarrassment, red hot, flared across his face.

"Want to taste you," he whispered, face burning. "Please."

"This is how you wanna apologise?" You teased, bringing a hand down to his head, massaging his scalp. "Wanna make me cum on your tongue?"

He tried his best to reply, groaning deep from his chest, hands kneading the flesh of your thighs. "Please, baby, please."

You chuckled, releasing the tension in your legs. "Only because you asked so nicely."

Ghost was elated. He practically surged forward, licking a fat stripe up your slit. You mewled, hands clinging to his hair, as he ran his tongue up and down your folds. He repeated his actions, before dragging his tongue downwards, circling your dripping hole. Nose nudging your clit, his tongue delved inside you, making you shudder.

He was in heaven. The small, breathy noises you were making; the way you gripped and pulled at his slightly grown-out hair; the taste of your arousal that was leaking out of you. His cock jumped with each stroke of his tongue, his own arousal building with each subtle sound he elicited from your pretty mouth. His large, gloved hands massaged your thighs, groping the soft flesh. He enjoyed the warmth near the sides of his head.

"Feels good, Si." You breathed, and Ghost's cock jumped again.

He groaned into you, vibrations sending your mind spiralling. Heat was building in the base of your tummy as his nose continually nudged against your swollen clit. Ghost was grunting and groaning quietly into your sopping cunt, lapping up every bit of arousal he could. Pearls of it slipped past his lips, rolling down his chin, iridescent in the light. He didn't care. Of course he didn't. He was fucking loving it.

You moaned again when Ghost quickly moved his tongue in a zig-zag motion up your slit, before sucking your clit into his mouth, front teeth grazing it gently. Your hips bucked, urging him closer.

"Si, oh my god— ha, fuck— feels so good," you keened, pleasure unfurling inside you. "Fuck, doing so good, Si. Such a good boy—"

Ghost short-circuited as you came in his mouth. He dipped his head to stuff his tongue back into your hole just in time, catching your release in his mouth. But your breathy words, good boy, echoed around his skull and made him whine, impossibly loud, into your cunt. He felt his stomach pang, balls tightening, before he fucking came in his pants, whispering your name into your fluttering hole.

His face grew hotter than it already was when he pulled away from you, dragging his right cheek across your inner thigh, light stubble tickling you. You breathed deeply above him, watching with hooded eyes as he placed a line of gentle kisses from your bikini line to your knee.

You massaged his scalp, and his eyes fluttered.

He was wondering if you noticed that he—

You released a breathy laugh, and his eyes snapped open, immediately finding yours. You tugged your legs away, planting them on the floor. Ghost continued to kneel in front of you.

"Aww, my poor baby," you muttered, and it would've been patronising if Ghost wasn't so whipped right now. "D'you cum already?"

He grit his teeth. "Don't—"

"S'okay, Si, it's okay," you smiled, patting his burning cheek. "I understand. I tasted that good, huh?"

You laughed again, another roll of thunder cracking outside. Ghost nodded, ashamed almost, but not regretful. He'd die a happy man if he could spend even another second in your wet cunt.

"Come on then," you said suddenly, scooting back onto your bed. "Since you're so desperate, right?"

He looked at you and then slowly got to his feet, legs trembling slightly.

You leaned against your pillow— looking like an absolute angel— spreading your legs as you wiggled your bra off, exposing your tits. Ghost's cock grew again, sticky with his own spend. You dragged your hands over your tits, tweaking your nipples while Ghost clambered onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. He was still fully dressed.

Not for long, clearly.

"Clothes." You said simply, and he obeyed.

Your hands dragged down your body, skirting across your stomach as Ghost pulled his gloves and shirt off, his trousers following. He huffed, pulling his underwear off and dumping them on the floor, ignoring the obvious that was splattered inside. Now bare, he kneeled back between your legs, a hand settling on one of your ankles, the other gripping the base of his cock.

Your hands dipped between your legs, and he let out a gravelly whine as you pushed two fingers into your wet cunt, the other hand moving a finger to your puffy clit. He was salivating.

"You know, I've liked you for a long time, Si," you said, voice a bit whiny. Ghost licked his lips. You continued, voice a whisper. "Mm... 's how I touched myself thinking about you."

You demonstrated perfectly; two fingers knuckle deep in your hole, another pressing tight circles to your clit. You mewled his name.

"Oh, fuck." Ghost whispered, hips and cock bucking into his fist. Just once. The look you gave him made him pause. All fucked out, blissful, in complete and utter control.

"Mhm, yeah— my grumpy lieutenant, always telling me what to do. Always so rough with me," you crooned as you fucked yourself with your fingers, Ghost's eyes burning into you as he lazily stroked himself. "S'just... that's not you, is it, Si? You don't wanna be rough with me, do you? You just wanna be my good boy, I know."

Ghost whined, releasing his cock and crawling up to you. He grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your cunt, much to your amusement.

"Fucking Christ, don't say that—" Ghost hissed as he brought your hand to his face, drawing your two fingers into his mouth and sucking your arousal clean off.

You smiled. "What? Considering you came in your boxers untouched, I'd say you like being called that."

Ghost groaned, fingers leaving his mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva followed, and it broke when he chased past your hand, pressing his mouth to yours. You kissed, hot and heavy, for a minute, the rain hammering the roof outside. You moved a hand down, skating down his abs, before gripping his cock.

"Hah—" He breathed, gasping into your mouth as you pumped him, fingers wet with his saliva.

You kissed him still: sloppily, as you jerked him off. He barely responded, lips pliant against yours, eyes closed as the pleasure of your hand around his cock sent him into a daze. You licked into his mouth, his tongue struggling to meet yours, as you pumped him faster and faster until you could feel him twitching in your hand.

"Mmm... gonna..." Ghost murmured, drunk, against your mouth.

You pulled your hand away.

"Ah— fuck no," Ghost swallowed a frustrated moan, voice muted as you pushed his head away.

You licked your lips as you looked at him. He could've cum from that sight alone.

"You want to make it up to me, right?" You asked.

He nodded, cheeks red.

You leaned in close, pressing a kiss to the curve of his jaw. "Then fuck me."

Ghost's mouth dropped open in a short lived moan before you were kissing him. Kissing him so hard it made him dizzy; high off the sweet taste of you.

Meanwhile, he was clumsily aligning his cock with your wet cunt, his tip reddened and leaking pre, rolling in rivulets down the sides of his rigid cock. The head notched your entrance, and you released a shaky breath. He pulled out of the kiss.

"You... alright?" He asked, sounding more than a little breathless.

You nodded. "Mmmfuck, yeah."

"You sure?" He asked, the head of his cock sitting heavy at your entrance.

You looked him directly in the eyes, and he released a low sound, bending to kiss you again.

"Please," you said into the kiss. "Need you to fuck me, Si."

"Okay," he murmured, dragging his lips along your jaw. "Okay, okay, fuck, okay—"

He eased his cock into you as he mumbled incoherently, cursing. You were so wet, so warm, so fucking tight. He nipped at your neck, distracting himself so he didn't cum straight away because he did not need that kind of embarrassment haunting him for the rest of his life. Your arms curled around his broad shoulders, fingers flexing along the rigid plains of his muscles, tips brushing each smooth scar.

"That's it, Si, that's it," you told him, lips to the shell of his ear. "Feels good— so full."

He whimpered into your neck, face and body hot as his cock sunk further into you. His hips slapped to yours as he finally bottomed out, just as he moved himself out of your neck so that he could look down at you. As usual, you looked absolutely stunning; eyes glazed, kiss-bitten lips parted.

He couldn't help himself.

"You're beautiful," he said as he pulled his cock all the way out, before slamming back into you. "So beautiful... so pretty... such a pretty girl."

You hummed a moan past the smile spreading on your lips, Ghost finding a pace and rhythm as he bullied his cock into your wet heat over and over again, heavy balls slapping the curve of your arse as you were jolted against your mattress.

Ghost's hands were all over your body, as if he was committing it to memory. Running up and down your sides, groping along your tits, fingers dancing across your throat. Large hands moved to your thighs, massaging the plush flesh. Gently, he grasped the backs of your knees and slowly pushed your legs upwards, towards your chest. You smiled lazily at him as, still drilling his cock into you, he tucked your legs to your chest, pressing his body impossibly closer.

You tossed your head back, moaning loudly at the new angle. His warm hands on your legs, the heat of his hard body against yours, his fat cock stuffing you full. The sounds he was making. You were incased in pure ecstasy.

Ghost was a whimpering, whining mess above you. The big boy with the skull-face, so dangerous and imposing and deadly, reduced to such a sensitive, desperate being.

He was still whispering things under his breath, eyes periodically closing each time your cunt pulsed around him.

"S-such a pretty girl, my pretty girl," he uttered before a keening moan. "Hah—fuck— mmm—my god."

Already, you noticed the shift in his pace and thrusts; growing sloppier, yet he still nailed that spongey spot inside you that made you dig your nails harder into his back, stretching you tighter.

"Feels good, Si?" You prompted as he flopped his head back into the crook of your neck, hulking figure still pinning your legs to your chest, his hands heavy on your thighs.

"So good," he whispered into your neck. "So good, baby, fuck— 'm not gonna last."

You arched closer into him as the head of his cock kissed your womb. You could feel him in your stomach, and clearly, so could Ghost. He moved backwards, out of your neck, parting your bent legs. He could see the imprint of his cock deep inside you, a small bump in the soft mound of your tummy. He groaned deeply, pressing a hand to it. Then, you both moaned in unison, before he was snapping your legs back against your chest and spearing his cock inside you with newfound vigour.

"Gonna cum Si." You told him, pressing kisses along his face.

"Yeah?" He caught your lips, licking into your mouth for a second. "Yeah, come on then, baby, please."

A thick jumble of come on baby, come on's left his mouth, followed by almost pitiful please's.

You came around his cock as the rain hit the roof, a flash of lightening appearing behind the curtains of your window.

"Simon—!" You gasped.

Your sounds, your smell, your everything was making Ghost go fucking insane. Your cunt squeezed him as you came, your arousal amplifying and slicking each of his desperate movements. His cock sunk in and out of you with wet faps as he barrelled towards his orgasm.

"Hah... hah... fuck— m'gonna— hngh fuck— w-where do you want me?"

He was still so deep inside you. How could you say anything else but; "Inside, please, Si."

"Ah, t-thank fuck—" Ghost muttered, making you smile up at the ceiling, eyes blinking slowly.

His whole body was burning up as his orgasm crashed over him. He thrusted once, twice, getting as deep as he could, as he came inside you. He moaned, stifling it in your neck, rutting himself against you as you were filled with rope after rope of warmth.

"Good boy, Si, so good..." You murmured as he fucked his cum into you, broad figure shuddering as he caught his breath, your fingers raking down his back.

"Fucking hell..." He whispered.

His movements stopped, and the both of you took a moment to catch your breaths. You were still pressed tight to one another, his cock stuffed inside you, barely beginning to soften.

You ran your hands down his back as he released your legs, allowing you to flop them against your bed as he settled on top of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose along the curve of your shoulder and neck, nosing the junction of your jaw below your ear. He placed a kiss to the soft skin.

You both listened to the heavy rain loud against the roof.

"You alright?" You asked, running your fingers through his overgrown military-grade cut. I guess the mask meant he didn't have to get a haircut as often.

He hummed sleepily against you. "Yeah, love."

A beat passed, then; "You alright?"

You smiled. "I'm good. Really good."

He kissed the spot below your ear again. "Good."

Comfortable silence again. Ghost felt as though he was on cloud nine— curled up with you, satiated and happy, his cock still deep inside your cunt, which was now slowly overflowing with his cum, leaking onto the bed. He pressed his nose to the pulse-point near your ear. You smelled so good.

And to top it all off—

"I love you, Si."

He felt his heart explode.

He hugged you tighter. "I love you too."

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would ghost ever do this "irl"? absolutely not. is this fictional and am i delusional? one hundred percent.

[grimace-writes]

New Kid in Town *.•.*• No. 2

GN!Reader x Task Force 141 (feat. Alejandro + Roldolfo)

| No.1 | No.2 | No.3 | No.4 | Masterlist |

Summary: The Reader must show the team what they are made of during a sparing session with Ghost.

Word count: 1449

(3rd Person POV | They/Them so anyone can read :) | Early to Mid Twenties) [Unfortunately contains Google translated Spanish...I apologize (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Also the Reader is written to be a badass, they deserve it]

[Enjoy! (๑ º ᗜ &lt;; ๑) ノ♡ ]

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Their 141 and MSF friends were really like their own little found family, who functioned mostly by themselves in their own little corner of the base. There were plenty of other teams that shared the other factions of the base, though it seemed rare to see them as Price and the gang were higher on the food chain. The captain made sure they all participated in training with the recruits or other teams for missions, along with helping the other teams on certain larger missions. Seeing as {Y/N} was still fresh meat themselves, they were exempted from participating in group training until the next week. Price wanted to gauge their skill first hand before releasing them to the populous.

“Thanks for the meal, guys..It was good. I hope whatever I make will be up to par like this..” {Y/N} said standing from their place at the table to grab all the empty dishes.

“I’m sure it’s going to be just fine and you are very welcome.” Rudy says, handing his plate to them with a smile before grabbing the leftovers to pack up.

“Sí, estaba delicioso. Gracias, mi amigos.” (*Yes, it was delicious. Thank you, my friends.*) Alejandro joined in collecting the dishes to help with cleaning.

Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost stayed seated as the three went to the kitchen with the mess from the table. {Y/N} rinsed and scrubbed the plates as Ale wiped and put them away, he made sure to explain where each item went. Ghost and Price seemed to be talking about work things as Price’s eyebrows furrowed when {Y/N} glanced at him as they put dishes away. {Y/N} met the Captain's gaze which softened the older man’s expression, “Mind coming over here a sec, {C/N}?”

{Y/N} nodded, excusing themself from their task wiping their hands dry before making their way over to the two superior officers. “Yes?”

“With the day still young, Ol’ Ghost here suggests we start your training early. This will give us the opportunity to get a head start on your training regime, if you are up to it that is. It’d be understandable if you need a full day to get settled, though we’d have to start tomorrow at the latest.” Price paused to finish the remnants of coffee in a mug that read ‘World’s Greatest Boss’ in comical lettering as he let {Y/N} mull over the options. It didn’t take long for their answer, they were eager to get started mixed with the anxiety they felt earlier fed their decision.

“Good choice, hen. You two can discuss the details more at the training halls, for now best go back to your previous task.” Price them a smile, cheekily sliding his empty mug towards {Y/N} causing them to snort as they took the glass.

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{Y/N} sighed, wiping the dampness from their hands on the front of their pants. They went to the restroom before they went to the session, which separated them Soap and Ghost who were walking with them to the training halls. With a quickened pace they made their way through the halls to their destination, Ghost stood alone by the sparring mats in a room filled with various types of gym equipment.

“Thanks for your patience, sir.” They said jogging over to him, “Where did the sergeant go?”

A pair of silent footsteps made their way to the pair, making a direct beeline towards {Y/N}, who had their back to their attacker. The person held out a ‘knife’ going to sneak attack them, though their plan was foiled by {Y/N} slamming their heel into his foot. With swift action they rounded a kick backwards, hitting the person in the stomach sending him to the floor. They held their fists up to shield themselves from anymore onslaught, a deep grimace in their face as they looked to their attacker.

Soap laid on his side groaning, one hand on his stomach, the other holding his foot. Ghost looked dumbfounded as Soap began to laugh, “That's pure class! How did ya dae that?"

"I took self-defense classes during intermediate (middle) school, then Karate and gymnastics as my electives all throughout secondary (high) school," {Y/N} picked up the discarded rubber knife pointing towards Soap and straightened their posture. They earned themselves confused looks (well eyes in Ghost’s case), which made them feel a little self conscious. “What can I say? I was a military brat, raised by two overprotective commanders who wanted to make sure no one could ever hurt me.”

‘Plus my mentor made sure I could survive any circumstance during the summers, but that’s a story for another day.’ They thought to themselves with a shiver of the memories of those days.

“You’re need for private sessions makes more sense, now” The poor beaten up Scottish man said, he was hoisted up by Ghost. Soap groaned when he put pressure on his foot but was fine otherwise (his pride was more damaged than anything). “You really are something else, best to rein in those feral tendencies, huh? Though one of these days, you mind showing me how ya dae that?” Mactavish walked over to {Y/N} to give them a friendly victory shake, which they gladly took with a smile.

“Maybe, suds.” They said jokingly back.

{Y/N}’s actions made the silent lieutenant more intrigued by them, their skills and techniques seems to match the intel in their file. He felt like he was going to have to take their match more seriously now, it broke his cold persona making him chuckle. “{C/N}. You may have been able to defeat an opponent sneaking up on you..” Ghost crossed his arms leaning back into his full height, tilting his head to the side to stare down at them. “..Let’s find out how good you are against an opponent head on.”

{Y/N} placed their hands on their hips, matching the lieutenant’s gaze before making their way onto the actual training mate. They held the rubber knife to Ghost as he walked over, he shook his head in response.

“Nope, you are going to be the attacker for this exercise.”

{Y/N} gave him a confused look for a second, the plan they quickly came up with went out the window. Having the new prompt they quickly formulated a new plan, with Soap it was easier to find his weak spot and exploit them (plus natural instinct for self preservation). Ghost’s masked expressions mixed with the overall difficulty to read his body language, made this a harder challenge.

‘Attacking the lieutenant, this is a life or death moment..Fight like you are gonna die..’ {Y/N} thought as they moved into an offensive position, Ghost grunted in satisfaction as he matched them in defense.

‘My only chance will be to catch him off guard, he’s probably expecting me to run up and attack..Perfect.’ They stepped forward letting their guard down, making their way to the very confused lieutenant. Ghost held his guard as they twirled the knife in their hand quickening their pace. Once they were at arms length the lieutenant went to swing at them, not taking any chances for them to gain any more ground towards him. {Y/N}’s slid their foot back into a slight fencing lunge, narrowly avoiding Ghost’s fist from colliding with their face, they harshly clapped their hands upwards towards Ghost’s face. This abnormal technique caused Ghost to blink briefly, giving them the tiniest advantage they were gambling for.

{Y/N} grabbed his extended arm, which made Ghost tense and held himself grounded, allowing them to swing through the small space between his legs. They let him go as they slid quickly twisting their body, pouncing up to hop on his back and wrapped their legs around his waist. Ghost grunted as Y/N held the knife against his throat, their other arm wrapped under his arm as they rested their head on his shoulder. “I think I handled myself pretty well, Lieutenant. I win..”

A loud whistle followed by group clapping ran through the empty space, Price and Gaz snuck in to join Soap to watch the match. {Y/N} released Ghost as they gently got off him, feeling awkward with the peanut gallery seeing them clinging to the lieutenant. They cleared their throat taking a step away from Ghost, an expression explaining how they felt clear on their face.

“You did good..” Ghost’s voice cut through praise of the others, he wasn’t the type to easily give out compliments. {Y/N}’s chest filled with pride, “Thank you, sir.”

To be continued..

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Author's Note: If you recognize the technique that inspired the Reader’s, you get 5 gold stars ⭐. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know what you thought of it, Love Love~ (o´ ω `o)💕💕

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[uldahstreetrat]

there's like a thousand and ten little apps and things for stuff like animal crossing daily tasks but my adhd ass needs one of those for XIV SO bad orz

like there is ALWAYS something I'm forgetting to do daily between my reputation quests and hunts and everything else and I need a little check list but I can't remember everything I need to do to just make one myself ˚‧º·(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)‧º·˚

[redhead-reporter]

"I don't see why the GUYS should get to have all the fun, do you?" MJ asked, punctuating her question with the POP of the cork sliding free from the wine bottle's neck. She knew that Peter and Matt would call next to NOTHING associated with their spandex-wearing alter egos fun, but at least they had each other out there. Someone to bounce IDEAS off of, lean on when the task at hand became too much for even their super powered strength to manage alone. Sure, Karen had Foggy and MJ had Miles (and later Ganke once the former got bitten), but ... well, it wasn't the SAME, was it?

Sometimes she just needed a break from the BOYS' CLUB that was New York City's greatest heroes.

"Anything interesting slide across your desk lately? Found myself missing a bit of the CHAOS ever since I left the Bugle..."

º ✧ 。a fresh start starter with @sevenbulletsavior !

[bunwhispers]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa

I feel super bad for wanting to turn a human down on helping with their school work ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

I know it’s good to be helpful to humans and non-humans, but I haven’t slept and I don’t know what the essay is on

Aaaaaa I feel so bad but I also want to say no because I don’t want to be the one to do it :(

Why must I feel so guilty for saying no… but I don’t want to be the one to do the rest of the essay…

But I also feel super bad because they have two days left for classes

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Time to try and remind myself that I can't help people if I can't even help myself...let alone help when I don't have the motivation or seep needed to focus on the task...

I hate feeling my ears droop like this… it’s terrible!!

[rite-te-suli-kireysi-ite]

Emrey— Survive || OC & Sully Family

Chapter 3: "Demon Dog, I copy, over"

Summary:

The story about love and family, about beginning and end, about life and death. All shown equally and unfairly, for that is the way it was intended.

Follow the story of the Sully Family as they journey across the seas, seeking sanctuary, only to find war and death.

But they emrey— survive, because their family is their fortress.

words: 3.8k

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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This was the second war between the Na’vi and Sky People. Those who remember or fought in the first wish they hadn’t, the memories weighing down heavily on them. Never before had they seen death on such a large scale. Never before had they seen so many buried, so many be sent back into the arms of the Great Mother, so much sorrow. 

None of them knew it better than Tsu’tey.

Niri’te didn’t truly understand how the first war had affected the Omatikaya People, only having heard the stories from her parents, sempu Tsu’tey and auntie Ninat told her and her siblings. Lo’ak always had a weird fascination with those stories, always wanting to hear more whenever he could.

But she wasn’t one to judge as she attentively listen to the stories of injuries and illnesses her grandmother Mo’at told. She listened as Mo’at told her about all sorts of remedies, as well as showed her how to make a few simple ones for common injuries.

Her shawl flapped violently as she soared through the air on her ikran Makita, as Niri’te surveyed the sky around her. She was tasked as a lookout along with her brothers. They were supposed to watch over the raid and alert their father when they saw hostile airships.

Making a loop around the scene, Niri’te noticed Lo’ak diving down, Neteyam quickly following after him. She sighed, knowing Lo’ak hated being lookout, rather he wanted to be in the thick of it, shooting at the enemy with the guns taken from previous raids.

Niri’te decided to stay in the air, not wanting to get in trouble when the two brothers undoubtedly got caught abandoning their posts. She still kept an eye on them as well as observed the sky. She saw Lo’ak bounding up to a group of warriors that were unpacking and distributing Sky People's weapons amongst themselves. One of them gave a gun to Lo’ak, who turned to show Neteyam, unintentionally pointing the weapon straight at his chest. Neteyam shoved the gun away and took it from Lo’ak, scolding him.

Niri’te chuckled to herself at her brothers' antics, eyes returning to the surrounding sky just in time to see an enemy craft rounding the bend.

She let out a hollering cry, alerting those on the ground as the ship opened fire.

She ducked between oncoming missiles as she tried to get to cover, twisting and rolling in the sky as she nimbly avoided the attacks.

When she was a safe distance away from the attack but still close enough to see what was happening on the ground, did she see other ikran riders descending on the airship, bows drawn as they released their mightly arrows at the tawtute flying the craft.

Before the craft went down, it let loose its last missile. It made contact near a group of warriors that were still unloading weapons.

The explosion was nothing like Niri’te had ever seen. Debris flew everywhere and the shockwave that sounded left her ears ringing. She saw the warriors thrown into the air, swept off their feet by the explosion. She hoped they were alright.

Distantly she heard voices crackle over her earpiece, sure that she heard her father calling out to her brothers. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the ringing.

She circled in the air, diving down and landing at the edge of the massive crater created by the blast. She slid off Makita as she began to look for survivors.

She wasn’t the only one as she saw Mr Norm hauling an injured warrior across his shoulders, bringing him to a pa’li mounted by another Na’vi. After passing off the injured, Mr Norm caught sight of her. He frowned but knew that she had at least a basic knowledge of first aid, so he said nothing as he went back to looking for more casualties.

Niri’te turned, eyes searching the shredded ground for the fallen. Finding one, she quickly made her way over.

The warrior was on her front, face obscured by her hair. Gently as she could, Niri’te turned her over to lay on her back. Her eyes scanned the warrior, finding long gashed across her torso and legs, luckily they weren’t very deep. She checked for breathing as she took the warrior's hand.

“If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” she called out, hoping that the warrior heard her.

Faintly she felt the hand squeeze hers, she let out a sigh of relief as she called Makita over, the ikran had a pouch filled with first aid supplies her mother had insisted she takes whenever she gets called to be a lookout.

Quickly she removed the pouch and rummaged through it, looking for a long enough bandage to wrap the warrior's wounds. “You’re going to be alright, you hear?” she said to the warrior, still laying motionless but thankfully still breathing. “I’m gunna make sure you walk away from this.”

It felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she treated the warrior, hands moving of their own volition as they wrapped the bandage tightly around the warrior’s torso.

She repeated this process to whoever she found, conscious or not. She took their hand and reassured them that they were going to live to see the next sunrise.

“Sky flower, do you copy, over.”

Jakesully’s voice crackled in her ear, it had sounded desperate. Niri’te hurriedly patched the wound of a young warrior, securing the bandage tightly. When she was done and had handed the warrior off to another, she pressed her two fingers to her neckpiece. She tried not to think of the worst as she answered her father’s call.

“Demon dog, I copy, over.”

She scrunched her nose at the ridiculous names, not understanding why her father insisted on using them, but she did understand that they were a part of Jakesully’s job as a Sky Person soldier and that sometimes it was hard to let such things go.

“Good, finish what you’re doing then fall back, meet us back at base, over.”

“Yes sir, over.”

Niri’te looked around, eyes searching for other fallen warriors that were missed. She found none. She then directed her eyes above, seeing Makita still circling. Dusting herself off as best she could, she called Makita down.

Soon she was in the air, making her way through the Hallelujah Mountains to High Camp. The Omatikaya People had taken up residence there in the first year of the war. The Sky People had found their village, waited for the cover of night before they burned it to the ground. Those who could not escape were lost in the blazes, the old and sick, and two children, separated from their parents.

The loss was felt throughout the people, hearts aching for those lost.

They were without a home again, left wandering the jungle. The people were discouraged and afraid, those who had seen the horrors of the first war were trapped in their minds, the smoke and fire sending them back to the time when Home Tree was razed to the ground.

But it was her father who had brought the people together for the second time. He spoke of pain and tragedy, victory and loss. He inspired the Omatikaya People again, uniting them in times of sorrow again. 

Some say that the burning of their home was the true cause of the war. That the people were so outraged by the innocent lives lost that they retaliated, bringing down almost half a fleet of Sky People aircraft. And Niri’te couldn’t blame them, she remembered that night too well, the smoke filling the air, laying thick in her lungs as she tried to breathe. The fire, unbearable in its ferociousness, burning all that it touched. The screams that would haunt her for years to come, the sorrow and pain flooding them seared in her young mind.

When Niri’te arrived at High Camp, she caught the tail end of Neteyam and Lo’ak’s scolding.

“You’re supposed to be spotters,” she heard her father say, voice furious and rightfully so. “You spot bogies and you call ‘em in, from a distance! Does any of this sound familiar to you?” 

Just as Niri’te had slid off Makita and removed her saddle, did Jakesully see her. 

“Niri’te! Get over here right now.”

Niri’te stiffened, rubbing her arms, suddenly aware of the dirt and drying blood clinging to her pale skin.

She quickly made her way over and stood next to Lo’ak, subtly checking him for injuries. He had a cut on his arm, but it seemed to have stop bleeding, a few minor scrapes and a bruise forming on the back of his shoulder. Looking to Neteyam, she saw a still bleeding cut on his chest, along with a split lip. He had more scrapes than Lo’ak, most of them congregating on his chest and along his sides.

Niri’te looked back at her father, he didn’t have any injuries even though he was in the middle of the battle. She reached for Lo’ak’s hand as she saw her father’s fiery expression.

“Jesus! I let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders. If Niri’te hadn’t strayed from her post like you two had done, we wouldn’t have been alerted of the oncoming airship.” he was looking back and forth between the three, lips pursed tightly and breath heaving. “What were you two doing down on the ground in the first place?”

Even if the question was pointed at the two brothers, Jakesully had a pointed stare settled on Lo’ak. Niri’te felt him stiffen, his hand tightening around hers. She squeezed his hand, hoping it was enough to comfort him. When Lo’ak didn’t answer, their father scoffed angrily.

“Dad… sir, I take full responsibility—” Neteyam started.

“Yeah, you do! That’s right because you’re the older brother and you gotta act like it, like Niri’te does.”

“Dad—” Niri’te hated the way he compared them. She felt Lo’ak start to let go of her hand.

“And you, after everything went down, you came down as well.” he turned to her, it was intended as a question, but Niri’te knew it wasn’t. “Norm told me he saw you running around the battlefield,” 

Niri’te was about to defend herself, wanting to say she was treating the injured. “I know that you were helping those hurt, but why didn’t you call it in? Why, when I looked to the sky searching for you, did I not see you? It took too long before you answered the comms. I thought you were hurt, or worse.”

Niri’te didn’t know how long it had been since she started to help the wounded, it had all felt so quick.

She looked at her father, eyes wide. “I uh, I-I didn’t, um, I thought,” she struggled to get the words out. She wasn’t used to having Jakesully’s anger directed at her, it had always been someone else. She would be standing off to the side, watching the one on the receiving end of her father’s fury squirm. 

She felt Lo’ak squeeze her hand, returning her comforting gesture. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She didn’t see their mother swoop in on her ikran, body still covered in war paint as she rushed over to them.

Neytiri grabbed Neteyam by the shoulders, turning him around as she checked him for injuries. She found the same ones Niri’te had spied when she first arrived. Ignoring Jakesully, Neytiri did the same with the other two.

Niri’te saw her mother’s concern as she looked at the blood drying on her skin. “It’s not mine, mama,” she mumbled. Neytiri ignored her as she ran her hands down her arms.

When Neytiri was sure of her children’s well-being, she turned on her mate.

“Why are you standing here scolding them? They are clearly bleeding!”

Jakesully sighed and ran a hand down his face. “They disobeyed my orders—”

“Ach! What is it with you and your ‘orders’? The children are hurt and you are screaming at them.”

Jakesully looked at his mate, eyes tired and frustrated. He opened his mouth to say something back but Neytiri cut him off.

“If you say one more thing about orders I will skin you alive.”

Jakesully closed his mouth and pursed his lips. When he didn’t say anything Neytiri turned to her children. “Come ‘evi, let me take you to your grandmother.”

She led them between tents and crates filled to the brim with stolen Sky People weaponry. They passed others who were in the raid, some were already treated for their wounds, and others were cataloguing the new weapons with a few Avatars. Soon they were outside Tsahìk Mo’at’s hut, the powerful scent of herbs wafting from the open flaps. 

Inside they found Kiri sitting next to Mo’at, holding a bowl as the tsahìk dipped her fingers into it, scooping a glob of a greenish salve then spreading it on the bruised chest of a young warrior. The warrior hissed softly, shifting to try to get away from the firm hands of the tsahìk. 

Kiri looked up from watching her grandmother’s ministrations and saw her family standing but the hut’s opening. “Grandmother, we seem to have more patients.”

“Gah! What is it with these warriors and getting hurt? They should know how to avoid these silly injuries.” Mo’at grumbled as she finished massaging the salve into her patient’s skin. She then shooed him away, turning to look at those standing at the entryway.

As her eyes landed on her injured grandchildren, she quickly hurried them inside, sitting Neteyam in front of her as she examined the cut on his chest. She poked and prodded, ignoring Neteyam’s hiss and began looking around for the right remedy for his hurt.

Meanwhile, Kiri tasked herself to check Lo’ak. She pulled him down to sit in front of her, her hands skimming over his body as she looked at his injuries. She turned him around and both she and Niri’te noticed abrasions all over his back. Kiri stood up and made her way to a shelf on the other side of the hut, Niri’te quickly took her place and she gently touched Lo’ak’s back.

“Ow! Ri’te!” 

“Oh hush, I’m helping you.” she turned a deaf ear to her brother’s hissing, looking to Kiri as she came back, arms filled with herbs and a stone grinder, as well as a tankard of water. She handed the tankard and some of the plants to Niri’te as she started to grind a dapophet root.

“I would use yalkabar to ease the pain,” Kiri said offhandedly to her grandmother who was busy stitching the cut on Neteyam’s chest, not looking up from her task.

Mo’at eyed her. “Is that so? And who is the tsahìk?” 

Mo’at may have sounded a little harsh, but she was glad that her granddaughter suggested it. 

“You are,” Kiri sassed. “Move,” she hissed at Niri’te as she pushed her aside, taking her place behind Lo’ak. She heard her brother growl softly at Kiri, but she pinched his side making him wince. Lo’ak shot her a look, but she ignored it as she continued to strip the leaves from the stem of a blueish plant.

Niri’te felt a tug on the sleeve of her shawl, she looked up to see Lo’ak looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. She raised her brow in question, but Lo’ak just huffed and turned away, shuffling further from Kiri’s prodding hands.

Handing the stripped leaves to Kiri so she could grind them in with the salve, she got up and made her way to Neteyam and Mo’at. Crouching next to her grandmother she awaited instructions. Right as Mo’at was finishing the last stitch Neteyam cried out, face contorted in pain.

Niri’te reached for his hand, thumb smoothing over his skin.

“Mighty warrior,” she heard Lo’ak mumble. She then heard Kiri smack his head, muttering something to him.

Mo’at looked up from the finished stitch, eyes landing on Niri’te’s arms and legs still caked in dirt and dried blood. “Ri’te, go clean youreself up, we can’t have your dirty hands handling patients.”

Niri’te nodded and made her way to a water basin at the back of the hut. She pulled a rag from the wall and dunked it into the water. Then she began rubbing it on the dirt and blood, revealing the pale skin beneath.

She was contemplating taking off her shawl so she could clean herself more efficiently, but she didn’t want anyone to see what hid beneath it. The marred skin of her back wasn’t a pretty sight. They could already see the twisting scar on her thigh, she didn’t want them to see where it led as it vanished up her shawl.

Lost in thought she didn’t notice that she was rubbing her skin raw, pale blue giving way to a reddish pink as the rag was dragged across her arm. Switching arms she repeated the process of dunking the rag and washing off her arm. She did the same with her legs.

When she was as clean as she could get, she saw that she had scuffed her knees, now bleeding again as the rag had washed away all the grime. She ignored it and returned to her grandmother’s side, eager for instructions. But it seems that there was no need as Neteyam was all patched up by the time she got back.

Mo’at turned to look at her, eyes searching for wounds that were hidden underneath the muck.

She gestured for Niri’te to sit in front of her, bringing the girl’s hands into hers as she turned them over. Little cuts were scattered across her fingers and palms, barely noticeable. On her arms there was the rubbed raw skin, but nothing else. She made Niri’te stretch out her legs, taking notice of her bleeding knees.

Mo’at gave her a look, which Niri’te did not return. The tsahìk sighed and began to treat her grazed knees.

Somewhere between all this, Tuk had slipped past Neytiri. She had settled in Neteyam’s lap, animatedly telling him how she had been so bored that she literally climbed the walls while they were gone. Neytiri was going to have to talk to her about that later.

The mother stood at the entrance of the hut, watching her children. But there were times Neytiri felt that Jakesully seemed to forget to see them as such, children. Even the older ones were still young and playful and naive, she saw that in the way they teased each other constantly.

She turned away from the hut, deciding to look for her mate. 

She found him sitting outside their tent, deft hands fiddling with a gun in his lap. She stood in front of him, a hand on her hip as she waited for him to notice her.

It didn’t take long for him to look up. “What is it?”

“Neteyam and Lo’ak try to live up to you…” she started slowly, wanting to get it through her mate’s thick and stubborn head. “It is very hard on them, how you treat them.”

Jakesully sighed and looked back down to the gun in his lap. “I know,” he saw Neytiri crouch beside him, tilting her head so she could look him in the eye. “You are very hard on them.”

He pursed his lips, eyes turning away from her. “I’m their father, it’s my job.”

“And Ri’te?” Neytiri questioned.

“What about her?”

“You don’t think comparing the boys to her is a bad thing?” Jakesully was about to answer, but Neytiri cut him off. “Were you never compared to a sibling? Do you not know how painful it is to hear your parents say that you should be more like someone else? Do you, MyJake?”

Jakesully looked at her, mouth hanging open dumbly. He tried to say something, but his throat had closed up. Of course he knew what it was like. He had a twin brother who got PhD honours for christ’s sake! While all he got was PTSD and a disability discount. 

“She didn’t disobey direct orders, they did. If Ri’te had disregarded my orders I would have been just as hard on her. It isn’t about comparing them,” he found himself saying anyway.

Neytiri quietly looked at him. He was speaking about their children, but to her, it seemed he was talking about the discipline of hunters, congratulating those who followed orders and scolding those who don’t.

“This is not a squad, it is a family,” she told him as she stood up. It seemed that her point had finally gotten to him. He looked at her, eyes soft as they held shame and pain. He set down the gun, arms reaching around her as he hid his face in her stomach. 

With his eyes closed, he couldn’t stop himself from reliving one of the scariest moments of his life.

The missile had made contact, warriors were thrown into the air like rag dolls. He looked to the sky, hoping to see three ikran up there, circling. 

He didn’t see a single one.

Frantically he spun around, looking for his children. Logically he knew that Niri’te was the one who alerted them, knew that she would have retreated to a safe distance. But it was his sons that he was worried about most. 

Lo’ak had made it well known that he hated being on lookout duty, and Jakesully wouldn’t put it past his youngest son to abandon his post to come down and be in the thick of battle. And if he knew his sons, he knew that Neteyam would have followed him, if nothing but to make sure his brother didn’t get hurt. 

He connected the comms, hoping that one of the boys would answer.

“Redback, Lightfoot, do you copy, over.” 

No answer.

“Redback, Lightfoot, do you copy, over.” 

Static cracked over his earpiece.

“Demon dog, this is Redback, I copy, over”

Jakesully let out a heavy breath. Lo’ak had answered, he sounded dazed.

“Where’s your brother?”

He waited. And waited.

“I don’t know sir, we were separated by the blast, over.”

His heart was pounding in his ears. His eyes were searching the battlefield.

“Return to base at once.”

Lo’ak didn’t wait to answer him. “But sir—”

“I will not repeat myself!”

The line was quiet again.

“Yes sir.” Lo’ak huffed.

Good. One son down, one to go.

Jakesully scanned the area, over to the left he saw Lo’ak mount his ikran and take off. Returning to his search, he finally found Neteyam.

He was laying on his back, dazed from the blast as he looked up at his father.

“Dad—” Neteyam choked out, groaning as Jakesully sat him up, checking his back for injuries. He didn’t see anything life-threatening.

“What are you doing down here? What happened to my orders!”

Neteyam heaved a breath. “‘M sorry dad.”

Jakesully said nothing as he slung Neteyam over his shoulder, calling for his ikran.

“I thought we’d lost them…”

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translations in order of appearance:

Omatikaya - Blue Flute Clan Sempu - dad/daddy Ikran - banshee (flying mount) Tawtute - Skyperson/human Pa’li - direhorse ‘Evi - kid/child (affectionate) Tsahìk - shamanic matriarch Dapophet - a water plant used in medicine

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

[dayeonhd]

º ✧ 。––– ( 𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 ) september 2023 / on the flight to los angeles, dayeon is filled with lots of thoughts / 371 words.

the timing was perfect.

frankly, dayeon was starting to feel like she'd hit a brick wall. she was beginning to find herself in a slump with how repetitive her days were becoming and watching some of her closer friends get their debut had her feeling lonelier than ever. however, just as those feelings were on the verge of growing, the company seems to have thrown her a curve ball. despite her excitement for this task, she has to admit she was surprised upon hearing of it. the fact that hydra was expecting their trainees to act as instructors was fascinating, and dayeon couldn't help but feel nervous.

would she be able to pull it off? she did well enough as the leader during the last evaluation, but that was with a group of people she considered her peers. everything felt different now that she would be given the label of instructor.

throughout her whole flight to los angeles, all dayeon could think about was the sense of responsibility she suddenly felt for the trainees she has yet to meet. although this was different from any of the tasks they've been given so far, she can't help but feel that it's going to be heavily weighted on them. this goes beyond skills, which are the basics for idol trainees. no, this was going to be a reflection of what kind of people they are.

it was kind of scary to think about it. she spent the whole twelve hour flight watching the song her trainees would be given, memorizing every line, every move, every beat. while she wasn't the type to hammer in perfection as she valued hard work, she was aware that results would be important.

whatever performance the girls put on would be equivalent to herself. her worth as an instructor and further on, her worth as a trainee back when she returned to hydra after this whole special event.

this was a challenge, but it was one she was up for. this was the kind of excitement that dayeon felt was missing from her life these days, and she couldn't wait to meet up with the trainees. she was ready to pour her heart and hard work into them.

[joindreamlights]

º ✧ 。– DO YOU REMEMBER THE FORGETTING?

once upon a time, dreamlight valley was filled with magic and wonder. but long ago - too long to remember - everything changed. a wall of thorns began to grow, enclosing the once peaceful town with no way out. with their freedom went their magic, all the wonder and over time, all the memories of their world. dreamlightshq is a roleplay inspired by the game, disney dreamlight valley. all characters are based on beloved disney characters, with merlin as a npc to help move the plot along. while essentially a town rp, there will be plenty of plot drops that will affect residents' everyday life, and many tasks to help with character development.

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[dreamlightshq]

º ✧ 。– hello there all you lovely people lurking in the tags! we are a brand new rp heavily inspired by the beloved game - disney dreamlight valley. if you’re looking for a new rp to call home that’s filled with fun events, relaxed tasks, exciting plot drops and a lot of room for character development then dreamlighthqs is for you!! we’ll be dropping our first round of skeletons really soon, so stand by for that. but in the meantime, i’lol be around to answer any questions you may have!!

[pacosemnoticias]

Portugal longe dos 2% do PIB em Defesa mas com presença militar no leste

Portugal tem atualmente 118 militares na Lituânia, país que vai ser palco da próxima cimeira da NATO a 11 e 12 de julho, estando ainda longe do objetivo dos 2% do PIB em despesas militares pedido pelos aliados.

De acordo com dados fornecidos à agência Lusa pelo Estado-Maior-General das Forças Armadas (EMGFA), atualmente, no âmbito da NATO, estão empenhados pelo mundo um total de 338 militares das Forças Armadas portuguesas, 46 viaturas táticas e seis aeronaves.

Na Lituânia, país cuja capital, Vílnius, vai receber na próxima semana os chefes de Estado e de Governo dos 31 membros da Organização do Tratado do Atlântico Norte (NATO), Portugal participa com 118 militares e cinco aeronaves (incluindo quatro F-16 M) em duas missões da Aliança: as 'Assurance Measures' e a 'Baltic Air Policing (BAP)'.

A primeira missão teve início em 2014 e consiste num conjunto de atividades "de presença contínua em terra, mar e ar, dentro e junto à fronteira leste do território aliado, destinadas a reforçar a defesa, dissuadir ameaças, tranquilizar populações e deter potenciais agressões".

Quanto à 'Baltic Air Policing (BAP)' é uma missão de policiamento aéreo que tem como objetivo proteger o território aliado e populações de "ameaças e ataques aéreos e de mísseis", podendo também fornecer apoio a aeronaves civis, por exemplo, quando perdem a comunicação com o controlo de tráfego aéreo.

Um dos tópicos que estará na agenda na cimeira em Vílnius será o reforço do investimento dos aliados em Defesa, que deverão acordar em estabelecer o objetivo dos 2% do Produto Interno Bruto (PIB) em despesas militares como um mínimo, e não "um teto" a atingir (como foi fixado em 2014).

De acordo com o relatório anual do secretário-geral da NATO relativo ao ano de 2022, Portugal foi o 9.º estado-membro da organização que menos percentagem do PIB dedicou à Defesa, um equivalente a 1,38%.

O país estima atingir os 2% apenas em 2030 e este ano o objetivo é chegar aos 1,66% - meta que foi antecipada, uma vez que estava prevista para 2024.

A previsão da NATO, no entanto, é menor. Na sexta-feira, a Aliança estimou que Portugal invista este ano 1,48% do PIB na área da Defesa, abaixo da previsão do executivo, que, ainda assim, é o maior investimento desde 2014.

Desde o início do conflito na Ucrânia que os aliados têm reforçado a sua presença no flanco leste da NATO, nomeadamente em países como a Roménia, no qual Portugal participa em duas missões que visam contribuir para as capacidades de dissuasão e defesa da Aliança Atlântica: a 'tailored Forward

Presence' e a 'enhanced Vigilance Activity'.

No Mar Báltico e no Mar do Norte, Portugal está presente na 'Very High-Readiness Joint Task Force Maritime', que tem como objetivo "assegurar a dissuasão e capacidade naval permanente para conduzir operações navais em tempo de paz ou crise", e no Mediterrâneo na missão 'Sea Guardian'

Quanto à representação por ramo, do total de militares atualmente em missões da NATO, 202 são do Exército, 133 da Força Aérea e três da Marinha, salientando-se que no caso deste último ramo, no final do mês de junho, regressaram de missão um total de 370 militares.

O apoio à Ucrânia estará também entre as prioridades dos aliados nesta cimeira. Desde o início da invasão russa que Portugal tem apoiado o país com ajuda militar e humanitária, num total que ascende a 1.125 toneladas entre material já entregue e ainda a entregar, num "valor superior a 18,5 milhões de euros", segundo o Ministério da Defesa.

Portugal participa ainda na missão da União Europeia de formação de militares ucranianos e já manifestou a sua disponibilidade para treino em carros de combate Leopard 2 e de pilotos e técnicos de aeronaves F-16.

Além da Ucrânia, outra das prioridades traçadas pelo Governo português tem sido uma "abordagem 360.º graus" às ameaças e a preocupação com África, nomeadamente a presença de mercenários do grupo Wagner em diversas regiões deste continente.

[captainfern]

Hi!! I loved your marigold parts!! I was wondering if you could do jealous price finding out someone was flirting with y/n during training? /nf

All Apologies

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“All Apologies” by Nirvana]

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sorry for the break in my writing recently but i'm slowly getting back into writing. hope this is ok x

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You had been tasked with training a new batch of rookies that eventually would make their way into the world of military task forces. You, a lieutenant, knew exactly what it was like to deal with these over-spirited soldiers. Ghost had warned you that training some of these "kids", as he called them, was not for the faint of heart.

You took that as a challenge.

And, well, it wasn't exactly hard. The group of about fifteen listened to you for the most part and, you noted, many of them were scared. Of you. You smiled each time they fixed their posture or stopped whispering when you walked by.

However, there was one rookie who was not scared of you. He wasn't exactly the greatest listener, either. But it was obvious that he was trying to hit on you. Why? You had no idea. But the man just wouldn't give up.

The flirting stared simple, simple enough you barely paid it much attention. Smiles and admiring gazes whilst teaching them drills, wanting to partner up with you when you were teaching evac manoeuvres.

But, as the training progressed through the weeks, so did the flirting. He brought you lunch during cool-downs, sat with you and talked your ear off while you ate. He was at your side during breaks, and more so during training. He loved partnering up with you, offering to be the crash-test-dummy when you were teaching the rookies fighting techniques.

Harmless flirting. A little crush on a superior.

But not to Price.

He could see the training field from his office window, and he stood there watching with his arms folded across his chest. He could clearly see the way that man was all over you, following you around like a lovesick puppy.

He rolled his eyes. Pathetic.

The rookie wouldn't even know how to treat you. Wouldn't know how to handle you. Wouldn't know what you needed.

Price knew what you wanted, what you needed. He'd treat you right, of course. He was a gentleman, not some desperate fucking rookie thinking with his dick. Price knew what his lieutenant needed, and it wasn't a rookie.

It was a captain.

Him.

"Fucking hell..." Price grumbled to himself, cigar between his lips. Jealousy, hot and incessant, stirred in the pit of his stomach like a ball of nerves. He had no right to feel this way. You weren't his.

But you were his lieutenant.

"Christ." He hissed, gritting his teeth as he watched the rookie put his hands on you for what felt like the millionth time.

You were being so good, teaching those rookies how to survive in your career. But you were just too good– letting that son of a bitch hold your hands behind your back, pressing you against his front as you demonstrated how to get out of the hold.

You were so good.

The rookie laughed at something you said, as did the other recruits. Before long, you were slamming the rookie onto the ground, straddling his middle with a wooden training knife against his throat. He had his hands on the thick of your thighs, breathing hard, a coy smile on his face.

Price grit his teeth so hard that he bit the end of his cigar off. The rest of it toppled to the ground at his feet, and he growled as he picked it up. His eyes burned holes in the rookie, where his hands held the fat of your thighs, eyes roaming up your body. Price hoped the fucking rookie could feel the daggers of his stare.

No one gets to look at you like that, except him.

And the fucker ruined his morning cigar.

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"You wanted to see me, captain?" You asked as you entered Price's office that evening. You walked into the office with a small, pleasant smile on your pretty face, and Price's heart lurched in his chest.

He felt like an arsehole for being jealous. But he couldn't help it. There was just something about you that made him a man-starved.

"Lock the door, would you?" Price asked gently, trying not to portray his festering annoyance. You did as you were told, twisting the lock while Price got to his feet, rounding his desk and crossing the room.

You twisted around with a surprised look on your face as Price closed in on your space, your back to the door. You stared him down, and Price could feel the light brush of your chest against his as your breathing picked up.

"That rookie's taken a liking to you." Price said, cutting right to the chase. He saw your facial expression flicker to confusion for a moment, before your eyes brightened.

"Oh, Cairo? Yeah, he's great. He'll make a great soldier." You said, and Price felt his annoyance for the rookie increasing by the second. The way you smiled when you talked about him. The rookie.

Price scoffed. "He's obsessed with you. You know that, right?"

"It's a crush." You rolled your eyes.

"It's pissing me off," Price grunted. "He's barely paying attention to anything else but you."

You looked at Price with a glint in your eye Price had only ever seen once. Once, when the both of you had had too much to drink, and ended up in a very similar position to this one. Only, it ended with Soap drunkenly trying to kick the door down, scared he was missing out on something fun.

"You're jealous," you quipped with that beautiful smile Price loved. "You're jealous of the rookie, captain."

You trailed your fingers down his chest, feeling the warm muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. Price groaned back in his throat, a hushed, grumbled sound that made your smile grow.

"And what if I am?" Price asked, almost breathlessly, as your hand trailed further downwards. The tips of your nails scratched at his waistband, and he could feel his cock twitching in the confines of his boxers.

"I'd think that was totally understandable," you shamelessly flirted, your fingers dipping just a centimetre below Price's waistband, before you dragged your hand back up his abdomen. "I mean, if a rookie started flirting with you, I'd be livid."

Price let out a throaty laugh. "Would you now?"

"Mhm." Your hand skimmed up his throat, and you could feel the vibrations of his deep groans as you did so. You enclosed your hand around his jaw, fingers rubbing through his beard. He closed his eyes as you angled his face downwards, and slowly dragged him towards you.

"I mean, someone flirting with my captain?" You teased, the warmth of your words ghosting over Price's parted lips. "Well, I suppose I'd have to claim you as mine then, wouldn't I?"

Price grunted, another deep noise from the back of his throat, before he was surging forward and slamming his mouth to yours. You kept your hand on his face as you kissed, holding him to you. But he wouldn't have tried to break the kiss anyway– he was in fucking heaven.

The kiss was messy, fuelled by Price's overwhelming need to claim you as his. It wasn't graceful, or gentleman-like, as he had wanted it to be. It was desperate and rough, all tongue and spit, and as he pushed you harder against the door, he couldn't help but love it.

Your other hand was in his hair, tugging at the roots as your tongue met with his. His hands grasped and groped at the slope of your hips, the material of your thick cargo's angering him to the point he was pulling at your belt loops.

You laughed into his mouth, pushing him backwards and slipping your hands down your body. You unbuckled your belt, and Price was there in an instant to rip it away from you. You laughed again as you unzipped your fly and began shimmying your cargos down your legs.

Price slammed his mouth back to yours, the space between you agonising. He slipped his tongue back along your lips as you finally kicked your trousers off, leaving you pressed to your captains door in a t-shirt and underwear.

You were the one to break the kiss to breath, sucking in deep breaths as Price grumbled, trying to chase your lips. You smiled as he pecked at the corners of your mouth, and you grabbed hold of his chin again to steer him away.

"Someone's desperate." You joked, heart racing. Price responded with another grunt as he placed another couple of kisses to the corner of your mouth, before sliding his lips along your cheek and jaw. He began licking and sucking down the expanse of your neck, all the while slipping his hand into your underwear.

He moaned into your neck when two of his fingers made contact with your slick core, your arousal dampening the gusset of your underwear. Price could feel it against his knuckles. You keened into his touch as he rubbed two fingers slowly through your folds, the pace sending electric shocks through the base of your spine.

"Price..." You whispered, nearly a whimper, as his two fingers finally made contact with your dripping hole, teasing the entrance in loose circles. This time, you did whimper, when the rough pads of his fingers pushed inside you, so, so gently.

He moaned into your neck again, his tongue against your jugular, as he eased his fingers inside until the heel of his hand was pushed up against you. It pressed to your clit, thrumming with anticipation, and you felt your legs begin to tremble at the sudden pressure. You whimpered again, chewing on your lip to keep quiet.

The pace of Price's fingers sped up. Soon, the two digits were joined by a third, as he fucked you deep with his fingers. Wet noises filled his office, accompanied by the wet kisses he was placing down your neck, as well as the deep grunts eliciting from the back of his throat. You whimpered, clinging to his body, as your legs began to tremble. The motion of his fingers rubbed the heel of his hand harder against your clit, catching it repeatedly and making your mouth drop open.

Price pressed himself against you, keeping you pinned to the door. You could feel his cock, hard beneath his trousers, pressed up against you. You moaned, trying to get a hand between you, but the way Price was fucking you with his fingers made your limbs wobble. You whined outwardly, and Price moved his head to kiss you.

"Captain," you mewled into his mouth. He groaned lightly in response, his fingers curling inside you. "I n-need... fuck, I need you." You managed to stutter out as your orgasm flared hot inside you, but the weight of his clothed cock against your bare leg was making you dizzy.

He pulled back, eyes searching your face. He licked your saliva from his lips. "You want my cock? Yeah, you want it? Fuck... yeah baby, I'll give it to you, y'just need to come 'round my fingers first, okay? Okay, sweetheart?"

His words went in one ear and out the other, but you found yourself nodding. Nodding as, with one last curl of his fingers into that spongey spot inside you, you came. Your legs trembled, inner thighs shining with sweat and slick as he fingered you over the edge. You moaned loudly, and Price kissed you. You could feel him smiling against your lips.

You huffed against his mouth once your post-orgasmic haze began trickling from you, his fingers leaving your dripping hole with a wet schlick. You moaned when he pulled back and sucked his fingers into his mouth, eyelids fluttering. You moaned again when he took his fingers from his mouth and shoved them past your lips.

You wrapped your tongue around the three digits, enjoying the weight against your bottom teeth, while Price unbuckled his trousers– finally. You squeezed your legs together in anticipation, underwear drenched against you.

You hummed a pleased moan around his fingers when he pulled his cock out, fisting it a couple of times before guiding the tip between your legs. He rubbed it against your slit over the damp fabric of your underwear, and your eyes rolled as he caught your swollen clit.

Price removed his fingers from your mouth, using that hand to pull your underwear to the side. With his other hand, he repeated his earlier actions, this time without your underwear as a barrier. He dragged the leaking head of his cock through your folds, spreading your orgasm over your slit. It made you whimper, and he shushed you gently, placing a couple of quick kisses to the corner of your mouth.

"This alright?" Price asked as the head of his cock pressed heavy to your hole, slowly moving in just a couple of centimetres. It was almost humiliating how you squirmed against him, desperately trying to take more.

"Please, captain, I need you." You panted, head falling forward against his shoulder. You turned your face to the side and sucked above the collar of his shirt.

Price groaned, deep and gravelly and just the way you liked it. The vibrations tickled your lips as you sucked a bruise to his neck. Then, he slowly eased inside you, the stretch making you whimper.

"That's it, take it, there you go," Price whispered into your ear, making you whimper again. "There you go, sweetheart. Is this what you needed?"

"Yeah– ah, fuck." You moaned as Price snapped his hips, shoving his cock in roughly the rest of the way. The head of his cock knocked up against your cervix, and your cunt squeezed around him, making him groan loudly.

"Fuck, this pretty cunt's squeezing me so tight, sweetheart, fucking hell," he groaned out as he shifted his hips, dragging his fat cock out of you, before thrusting back in. He hummed contently as you moaned into his neck, and he gripped your hips, pushing you closer to him. Your underwear was tucked into the crevice of your thigh, the hand Price had on your hip helping it stay out of the way as he fucked you. He groaned again. "There you go, lieutenant. There you go, good girl. S'that feel good? Yeah? S'your captain making you feel good?"

Your reply was a moan against the flushed skin of his neck, your body buzzing as he slammed his cock into you. You could feel him in the base of your tummy, nudging inside you in a way that had sweat layering your skin and thoughts fizzling out of your brain. You could only whimper against him, clinging to his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the door.

His thrusts kept you pinned to the door, your shirt damp with sweat where your back met the wood. Your legs were shaking, with one on the ground and the other hooked around Price's hips. His cock hit that spot inside you over and over– that spot you could never fully reach with your fingers, and you briefly thought to yourself how you went so long without this.

"God, you're such a good girl for me," Price muttered, suddenly grabbing the back of your neck and angling your face to look at him. "You're such a good lieutenant for your captain, sweetheart."

He kissed you, and you couldn't do much in response to be honest. Your brain was falling short of telling you what to do, but you whimpered as his tongue pressed warmly to yours, and you could discern the lingering taste of your arousal in his saliva. That made you whimper, and he licked the sound from your mouth as his cock hit the plug of your womb.

You moaned, orgasm building quickly. Your legs were shaking, the base of your spine tingling. Your fingers tightened around his strong shoulders, your cunt tightening around his cock.

Price moaned. "You wanna come, sweetheart? You wanna come all over your captain's cock?"

This time, you somehow managed to get some words out.

"Please, please, please," you begged breathlessly, barely able to keep you eyes open as he fucked you towards your climax which built heavily in your lower belly. "Please, captain, please."

Price smiled, all coy and proud. The smug bastard, he knew how to make you feel good.

He knew what you needed.

"Come for me then, sweetheart, then 'm gonna fill you up, okay?" Price uttered, placing more kisses to the curve of your jaw, right below your ear. "I want you to tell me whose making you feel good. Whose filling this pretty cunt, hm?"

You hiccuped around a moan, your orgasm building so intensely that your vision was beginning to stray out of focus. You whimpered, high-pitched, as his cock continued to rut into you, ruddy tip slamming against your cervix and making you keen.

"Y-you, Price..." You whimpered, and the last syllable died on a moan. Price tutted, reaching a hand away from your hip to thumb your puffy clit. You whined his name again, breathy and light.

"Louder," Price grunted. "I want that fucking rookie to hear how good I fuck you– how good I'm filling this tight cunt."

His words all but ripped your orgasm through you. You moaned loudly as you came, cunt milking his cock in wet tremors. Your body trembled against him, and against the door, your heart rattling against your ribcage and that tight, hot pleasure releasing from your tummy.

"Captain– oh my–" You moaned loudly, your melodic voice ringing in Price's ears and making him groan out too.

You moaned loudly again as he came inside you with a groan of your name. He pumped you full, cum filling your cervix as Price pressed his pelvis to yours. He rutted into you a few more times, sealing his mouth over yours and swallowing the rest of the little whimpers that dripped from your lips.

"There you go..." He whispered against your mouth, finally stopping his lazy thrusts and pulling out of you, settling both your legs on the ground.

You whimpered, his seed dripping out of your fluttering hole. Price placed your underwear back over you properly, catching whatever else tried to dribble down your pretty thighs. He placed a soft kiss to your lips as he tucked his cock back into his trousers, still holding you up against the door.

"Alright?" He whispered attentively.

"Yeah..." You replied with a smile.

Price smiled too.

And, deep down, like the cocky bastard he is, he hoped the rookie heard all of that.

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[grimace-writes]

New Kid New Mission

{NKIT No 3}

GN!Reader x Task Force 141

DNI IF YOU AREN'T A FAN OF VIOLENCE!!

{TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF INJURIES, FIGHTING, DEATH, G*NS! PURLEY FICTION!!}

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Summary: It’s been over a year since {Y/N} joined Task Force 141, they were given the post of being the team’s medic. They enjoyed having the opportunity not to be strictly forced to cause harm, though they trained as equally as hard as the others. Unfortunately for Task Force 14, slip ups still happen. Due to some unforeseen circumstances on a intel gathering operation, the team find themselves in this situation. Will they make it out?

Word count: 2199

(3rd Person POV | They/Them so anyone can read :) | Early to Mid Twenties)

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They were shoved through countless halls, the burlap sack on their face made their skin crawl but it didn’t mean anything to what could come next. {Y/N} groaned, clenching their jaw as they were roughly shoved to the ground, the tight grip of the handcuffs holding their hands behind their back made it impossible to brace the impact. Scuffling footsteps and familiar voices filled the room, their team were being held in the same room, though one voice was missing. ‘Where is Soap.’

{Y/N} was hoisted roughly up by their arms into a kneeling position then the sack was ripped from over their head. They winced as an aggressively harsh light hit their eyes, once they could adjust, the scene before them made their blood boil with unadulterated rage. 

Kneeling in front of them was Gaz, Price, and Ghost, bloodied and bruised with their hands tight behind their backs and a gag over their mouths. The field medic took shaky breaths as they counted the many possible injuries they had under their uniforms, but knew Ghost had it the worst. His maskless face had plenty of visible wounds, which fueled their rage even more, ‘I’ll find his mask after I get information on our Johnny boy.’ 

{Y/N}’s gaze snapped their capture, the tone of their voice sent chills down the spines of everyone in the room. “I’m gonna ask this once nicely, Where the fuck is Soap?”

{Y/N} got quite the reputation for being the tenderhearted person amongst Task Force 141, they never raised their voice or cursed more than a simple ‘shit’ now and again. This was a new sight, not even their team had seen, it almost made them feel bad for their capturers. Their uncomfortably calm demeanor made the likes of Ghost fearful as the two guards stepped away from the medic. 

“You don’t call the shots we do.” One of them spoke up, he was the bigger of the two, his voice deep with a heavy foreign accent that {Y/N} couldn’t quite place. Though it didn’t really matter to them as {Y/N} rammed their head into the big man’s gut, causing him to double over in pain. 

{Y/N} was hit in the cheek by the butt by the second guard’s gun making them fall onto their side. “You dumb c#?!..You shouldn’t have done that..” Guard 2 said, aiming his pistol towards {Y/N}’s head, their team screaming against their gags pleading to spare them. 

“No you shouldn’t have..” {Y/N} basically growled as they kicked Guard 2 in the groin making him drop his knees and loosen his grip on the pistol, now clattering to the floor. They took this as an opportunity to kick the gun towards their Captain, swinging their legs around to get themselves standing. Guard 1 stood up recovering from {Y/N}’s first blow, it clearly looked like an unfair match, two men versus a field medic with their hands tied behind their back.

{Y/N} bent their knees into their best guarded position before they quickly ran towards Guard 2 hopping over his crouched form. They kicked him in the back causing Guard 1 to trip over his partner, giving Y/N an opening to roundhouse him into the wall closest to them, rendering him unconscious.

Guard 2 rolled over on his back as he tried to regain composure to fight back, {Y/N}’s foot landed hard on his chest knocking the air from his lungs. “Don’t move..Now I’m gonna ask again, while I’m still being nice. Where. Is. My. Sergeant?”

Guard 2 gasped, “ I-I don’t know who you are talking about..Why would I tell you anything..”

“We came here with a loud Scot with a Mohawk, is that ringing any bells? I just kicked your ass with my hands behind my back..It’s wise to tell me the truth or I’ll show you what the fuck I can really do without my damn hands tied.” {Y/N}’s leaned down with a dark look on their face making the guard feel like pissing himself. 

“He’s down the hall..” Guard 2 whimpered out before {Y/N} quickly collided their knee into his face to knock him out. They felt around the unconscious guard’s hands to get the keys to the handcuffs, luckily it was in his front pocket. {Y/N} quietly walked over to Price first to have him help unlock their cuffs, which they repaid the kindness with a small smile on their face. They untied the rag keeping him gagged, then gently removed it from his mouth. {Y/N} handed the keys to their Captain for him to unlock other’s cuffs as they walked over to Guard 1 searching his coat pockets. Stuffed inside his breast pocket was Ghost’s signature mask, {Y/N} took great care handling the mask as they went over to its owner. 

Ghost stood by their teammates rubbing his wrists looking at {Y/N} as they approached. “Here..” Their voice barely above a whisper, handing it to him sheepishly not looking at his face out of respect, earning a hum of thanks. {Y/N} didn’t look at Ghost until he had the mask fully back on, they looked over his arms for any active bleeding wounds to only find scabs and bruises. “I’ll be good, luv. Check on the others.”

{Y/N} nodded looking at Gaz next, they gently took his face in their hands to observe his facial injuries. He winced at the physical contact whilst giving a pained chuckle,”Careful, beautiful. I’m fragile.” He earned a small snort from the medic who moved to look at the rest of him, finding a similar pattern of wounds to Ghost’s. They went to turn to their Captain, though he took their hand in his before they could check his wounds. Price tenderly held their arm up to wipe the debris from the small cuts caused by them falling on the uneven concrete. Unfortunately the only cloth to his disposal was the gag that once was in his mouth, but they weren’t in a position to bicker about proper sanitation. 

“I’m fine, hen. I’ve had more than my fair share of battle wounds, we can worry more about it later.” Price said, giving {Y/N} a reassuring smile. “As of now we need to find Soap, get the intel we came for and eliminate any targets that get in the way before we rendezvous with evac. That is if they even have us at the right facility.” With how they were ambushed, Price couldn’t be sure they were at the original target location. 

“Better to split into two groups, one gets a message to the chopper and the other gets Johnny.” Ghost voiced as he searched the guards for any more weapons or details of the team's whereabouts.

“Alright then, You and {C/N} will get Soap, Gaz and I will meet you back here once evac is called. Try to find any details about this place as you can, especially the maps and shipment documents. And most importantly, keep each other alive.” Price ordered placing the guard’s gun in the back of his waistband before he and Gaz exited the room, leaving the other two to come up with a plan to find Soap. 

Ghost held a small pocket knife he picked from the guards out to {Y/N}, “Not much but it’ll work in a pinch.” They reluctantly took the blade since it seemed to be the only physical weapon between them. Though the remembrance of Ghost being a weapon himself, quickly faded their concerns as they walked over to the door with Ghost taking the lead. 

The hallway was empty as they went the opposite direction of Price and Gaz, the faculty they were in starting to match the data they had gathered before the mission. The possibility of victory was increasing. 

{Y/N} ran forwards, slid onto the ground to swipe the unsuspecting enemy ahead off his feet into Ghost’s waiting arms. The lieutenant covered his mouth as he snapped the guards neck then slumped the lifeless body against the wall. {Y/N} searched his pockets finding a handgun along with a cell phone, they used the corpse’s finger to unlock the device before handing Ghost the gun. 

“Looks like this one was high on the food chain. He has their entire schematics on here along with shipment time..Score.” They scrolled through the phone more, only looking up when they heard the click of Ghost checking the magazine’s ammo count. “According to this, Soap is being held close by..”

{Y/N} slipped the phone into their back pocket leading the way towards their captive teammate position, they stopped at the edge of the hall to check for any guards outside the door. Coast is clear. They moved forward, gently pulling the handle down to test if it’s unlocked. “Damn, of course it’s not gonna be that easy,” {Y/N} cursed under their breath, taking a step back to look for a new way in. The map showed a vent that connected the hallway to the room, Soap was being held in, that’s their way in. “Ghost, I need to get into that vent, mind giving me a hand.”

He almost wanted to question their motives but this wasn’t the best time, Ghost just went over cupping his hands together and held them out as a boost for {Y/N} to climb on his shoulders. They jammed their knife in the seam of the vent grille removing it with haphazard care as they threw it to the side. {Y/N} was hoisted up by their lieutenant into the ventilation shaft. “When you hear the signal, you kick the door down and join me,” they said, ascending further before Ghost could question what they meant.

{Y/N} got to the other side, kicking the vent grille out comically hitting the guard that was about to torture Soap in the side of his head. The other two guards held their guns up at {Y/N} as they snaked out of the vent, they then stood tall with all the rage they’ve collected in their eyes towards the barrels of the guns. “If you are planning on shooting, you better not miss..” 

“DUCKIE!” Soap cheered loudly, which Ghost assumed was the signal kicking the door near its handle to swiftly open it. He made quick work shooting the enemies in the room, whilst {Y/N} dodged any crossfire to get to Soap. They used the pocket knife to cut the ropes holding him to the chair he was seated in, standing up when the room was clear. 

“Aren’t I glad to see the likes of you two, where is the Cap and Gaz?” Soap said stretching his arms and legs out staying seated for a moment to relax. {Y/N} moved to face Soap to get a better look at his visible injuries, a gash above his left brow made them worry the most. “They went to search the rest of the facility for the intel and get a message out for evac.” Ghost explained gathering any ammo from the fallen guards, only obtaining a magazine and half worth of ammo. 

Soap gave a hum of acknowledgement to the details, though his thoughts were occupied by {Y/N}’s scrunched nose as they worried about his condition. “Duckie if you hold that face any longer it’s gonna stick that way..I’m fine, a few punches aren’t gonna take me down.” His signature smile dashing across his face, lifting his colleagues spirits as his confidence was contagious. “Yeah, whatever you say, Suddies.” {Y/N} replied, giving Soap a playful but gentle punch on the shoulder.

The three followed the map back to the regroup room, where Price and Gaz were looking over the intel as they waited patiently for the others to arrive. “Good to see you all made it back in one piece, it seems we all finished our tasks successfully.” Price said in a relieved tone to his team then he stored the documents on his person and motioned for them to follow his lead towards the exit. As much as he hoped for them to escape covertly, the misfortunes of this mission just kept coming as an absurdly loud alarm blared, signaling the base of their escape. Their only option was to make a break for the exit, make it to the forest and lose them in the trees until they reached the helicopter. 

Ghost and Price took the lead as the others followed close behind, they quickly were able exit the building to a large gate leading in the direction of their destination. The enemy began their assault on the team who tried to dodge the shots in the open area. Price turned to return fire to cover the others, he made eye contact with {Y/N} with horror in his eyes. 

The image of their figure illuminated by the searchlights stumbled forward holding their side, blood beginning to seep through the thick uniform. “No..It’s not supposed to be like this..” 

“{C/N}!”

To be continued…

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Author's Note: I know, how dare I end this on a cliffhanger. Don't fret, Kittens~ For this all part of the plan. The next chapter will be separated into a Epilogue along with 4 parts to include long awaited Romance.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know what you thought of it, Love Love~

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[theircurse-archive3]

✧ * º • –– @jardinae asked: ❝ hey yumeno , wanna hang out for the holidays ? ❞ Magnolia called out , peeking at the alleyway where the child decided to station themselves for the winter season . They watched the child huddle up alone in the corner , Magnolia pressed their lips together , angered . This entire scene looked so wrong . They trudge into the alleyway , before hoisting the younger child over their shoulder . With their height , it was an easy task for them to do . ❝ damn , you live like this ? not anymore ! i'm taking you to where i live , you're spending the winter season somewhere warm , dammit ! ❞ Yumeno mentioned having an older brother , but why wasn't the bastard taking care of him ? Especially when it's this cold out ? Screw older brothers , they always fuck things up ! ❝ since your brother's mia , you can stay with me and my family for now . i was going to invite you for a christmas party but fuck that , you're going to live with us until your bro gets his shit together ! ❞ / Happy Holidays , i'm finally taking custody of the child for Christmas .

↳ -: ✧ ( 'TIS THE SEASON ! ) ✧ :-

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 that they considered themselves LUCKY to be spend Christmas in such conditions. Sure, the frigid air BIT at their nerves. Sure, the snow melting with what little body heat they had SOAKED into their clothes. And sure, they felt absolutely MISERABLE ... but they were OUTSIDE. They were outside; able to see the twinkling lights strung across buildings and posts like stars. They could hear the Christmas carols being sung by all of the HAPPY kids in the distance. The cursed child wasn't lucky enough to be part of the festivities ... but they could at least PRETEND they were and fill their mind with fantasies of a much HAPPIER life.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ    Their thoughts were broken when a FAMILIAR voice rises through the faint music. Starry hues gaze upwards; facing their fiery, dragon friend as they gave them an offer they WEREN'T expecting at all.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ    Magnolia - san wanted them to spend Christmas with their family ? They hadn't even EXPECTED the other to have a family. What were they like ? They had to wonder ... they MUST have been kind if Magnolia - san still had the privilege of celebrating.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ    Before an answer could come from their chilled breath though, their feet were promptly lifted right off the snow as they were greeted with a SUDDEN outburst from the other child. What were they so worked up about ?

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ    ... Wait, WHAT ?

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ   '  WHAT ? ! What do you mean LIVE with you and your family ? ! '

[loudwolftraveler]

Hello just wanna quick post on what happened yesterday. I have not post anything here but, actually today is the event of a "book month" where we costume something and present it to everyone, N̶o̶t̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ c̶l̶a̶s̶s̶r̶o̶o̶m̶ b̶u̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶h̶o̶l̶e̶ c̶a̶m̶p̶u̶s̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ w̶h̶o̶ s̶t̶u̶d̶e̶n̶t̶s̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ c̶a̶m̶p̶u̶s̶.̶

But...

How would you feel if you were the one who got pick to be the representative of the section?

A̶h̶h̶h̶h̶h̶ ( ╥ω╥ ) i was one of them..

Yesterday, sir announced who will be the representative of the event of "book month" in this month. And the representatives will be the ones who is not representative last month.

Last event was called "UN or National day" where we costume a nations. If you guys visit my wattpad account it would be easy to know what really happened last event. That event also the day where our advisor suprise us with the deadline for our projects, our projects called "et and pt" short term of enabling task(et) and performance task(pt) each subject we have two projects.

And that last event since it is the day of deadline, we only have one day to complete it. I, who don't do it earlier, i do it before the day of deadline. Which is a stress for me, but worth to do so bc its a 60% of our grades. So.. Yeah.

I was there, i also there, wearing a national costume. A kimono. I. WAS. THERE.

But then today, not today but YESTERDAY. Was a announcement. I already talked it earlier but then a seatmate. Pointing at me bc of the reason "i was not representative" what sir meant is that the ones who don't have a costume. But i HAVE ONE! And also i was there too! I am not a student that is suddenly absent! In this year i can't be absent since it would be cause of a low grades. And i can't do that bc it would be not good for me.

Also the event is today. Which means i don't have any time to find any costumes.

The event needs a characters that has a book, not from movie or comics. A book. And you need to have the title and the author of the book you refers the character of. And explains it, not in English but must explain it on Filipino.

‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º· i am bad at filipino... I can't even write a sentence using the language of filipino. (̶i̶ w̶a̶s̶ s̶o̶ u̶s̶e̶d̶ o̶f̶ E̶n̶g̶l̶i̶s̶h̶,̶ n̶o̶w̶ i̶ c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ s̶p̶e̶a̶k̶ t̶o̶ m̶y̶ m̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ t̶o̶n̶g̶u̶e̶.̶)̶

Now i don't know what to do, since my seatmate points at me, and i was choose to be the representative.. A̶h̶h̶h̶h̶,̶ l̶i̶f̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶s̶e̶ d̶a̶y̶s̶

Now i have to curled into ball crying in the corner..

I don't know what to do?! I mean what i am suppose to do when you don't expect to be the representative?!

Sir just followed what students point out didn't even give a moment to explain the situation...

Also yesterday i truly don't have plan to where costumes since we don't have time to do it. But the next day is the day i regret to enter the classroom ( ╥ω╥ ).

-By loudwolftraveller, 9:03 am.