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No no, please God NO
PLEASE LET THIS BE A MISTAKE, PLEASE
I DON'T WANT 4 YEARS OF TRUMP I DON'T WANT HIM TO WIN PLEASE GOD NO
PLEASE LET HARRIS WIN SOMEHOW PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO FLEE THE COUNTRY I DON'T WANT A FELON IN THE WHITE HOUSE I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT A CIVIL WAR WITH THE STRONGEST MILITARY IN THE WORLD
PLEASE LET THIS BE A MISTAKE PLEASE LET THERE BE SOME HOPE
WHO WAS APATHETIC, WHO DIDN'T VOTE!? WHO DECIDED THAT 4 MORE YEARS OF GODDAMN TRUMP WAS BETTER THAN A BLACK WOMAN!?!?
I HATE EVERYONE WHO VOTED FOR TRUMP, I HATE EVERYONE WHO COULD VOTE BUT DIDN'T, I HATE EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO THOUGHT TEACHING A LESSON TO THE DEMS WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN DEMOCRACY!!! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE BROUGHT UPON YOURSELF YOU SELFISH BASTARDS!!!
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NSFW Alphabet: Sergeant Edition
feat. Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader*
18+ only, read at your own risk
AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.
Here it is, as promised, with both Sergeant Romanoff and Sergeant Beef. 🥳
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
At first, Sergeant Romanoff was very quick to hurry you out of her office or bedroom whenever you two were done. It made you a little sad because of how impersonal it seemed, but you also didn't want to overstay your welcome.
It wasn't until one night Natasha completely fucked your brains out and you were so tired you couldn't even move to leave, that she let you stay the night and even cuddled with you for a bit. After that, she became more open to letting you stay and take care of you after sex with her.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Sergeant Romanoff definitely has a thing for uniforms, on herself and you, and she absolutely loves how her curves look when she's completely done up.
As for you, especially in your uniform, it takes all her willpower not to jump you, especially with how your biceps threaten to rip open your sleeves or the buttons on your shirt straining to hold in all your muscles. Sergeant Romanoff loves her beef. :)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Sergeant Romanoff is obsessed with the high of getting to cum, especially if you're the cause of it. She also loves making you cum, which is the next best thing to cumming herself, whether it's in her mouth or her pussy, or all over her chest or hand. She especially likes it when you tell her how good she makes you feel.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
When your sex tape with a former partner leaked, Sergeant Romanoff was not only wildly jealous, but also extremely turned on. She never told you, but more than once she masturbated to your video and fantasized about making a better one with you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Sergeant Romanoff has a lot more experience than you, which is one of the reason why she's usually calling the shots in bed.
And even though you're not as experienced as her, she loves how eager you are to please her and she is surprisingly patient with you as you learn your way around her body.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Since Sergeant Romanoff is a dom, she loves any position where she's on top of you. But occasionally, she'll ask to be under you, mostly because she likes the view of your dog tags swinging around your neck as you ram into her and she likes clawing at your muscular back and leaving her nail marks.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff is extremely serious, almost to a professional level. She might make an occasional joke, but she won't let you laugh for long.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Nat prefers to keeps herself shaved most of the time. But if she does grow it out, yes, the carpet does match the drapes.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Nat had to learn it was okay for her to be soft in front of you because you wouldn't judge her for it. (Being a woman in the military causes her to overthink and always try to exert an aggressive front.)
But even once she's fully comfortable around you, you don't hear her say "I love you" as often as you'd like, but she's working on it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sergeant Romanoff prefers engaging in group activity with you, but when you're not around, she has no choice but to find other ways to satisfy herself. She does prefer to have you on the phone or video call though so you can watch and squirm as she gets herself off to the thought of you.
Before your big deployment, you went and made a custom dildo of your own cock for her, which has become her favorite toy to use when she can't get her hands on the real thing.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
She has a lot of kinks, but her favorite ones are probably BDSM, bondage, public sex, and orgasm control.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
One of Sergeant Romanoff's favorite things to do is call you to her office. You're pretty sure she's fucked you in every position possible on her couch and desk. She has a plug-in air freshener that sprays constantly, but there have been a few close calls where someone visiting has commented on the smell of her office.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You acting submissive to her in public (even in your normal work duties) usually has Sergeant Romanoff going feral. Every time you ask for her permission to do something (especially cumming), she gets an immense rush of power and arousal.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sergeant Romanoff will not use any weapons on you during sex. She (and you) have had too many dangerous experiences with guns and knives to treat them as toys in the bedroom.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff loves giving you blowjobs. It gives her such a rush of power, even if she's on her knees for you.
And when you're on your knees eating her out, she'll yank on your hair like a set of reins to remind you that she's the one still in control.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Most of the time, Sergeant Romanoff prefers to be very fast and very rough with you. Even though you're bigger than her, she's always the one man-handling you around the bedroom. She loves leaving scratches and bite marks all over your body as a reminder of how well you please her.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff is very open to quickies as long as they're for her benefit. If you don't finish (or she doesn't let you), she'll just zip you back up and send you on your way. In those times, you'll always find your way back to her and beg her to let you relieve yourself.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff was very hesitant to give you any kind of control in the bedroom. It was a process, but once she learned to trust you, she was happy to be used as you saw fit from time to time. But in general, she's very protective of her control and would rather lead than follow.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Natasha can last much, much longer than you can. But if you ever cum too early or without her permission, she will make sure to punish you so you aren't tempted to do it again.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Nat has basically every sex toy you can think of and she uses them all on you. She has a strap so she can peg you and has an assortment of vibrators, cock rings, Fleshlights, etc.
She doesn't let you use toys on herself, but you know she's obsessed with the custom dildo you made for her.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
We all know Sergeant Romanoff is the biggest, most unfair tease of all time (let us not forget the public humiliation during our first uniform inspection). She totally gets off to how much you beg and whine for her to let you cum, almost to the point of being legitimately mean about it. But she always rewards you nicely if you manage to follow all of her instructions.
However, the one time you had to use your safe word with her, Nat took it very, very personally. She was very upset with herself for pushing you too far and promised not to do it again.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff is actually pretty quiet, even if you are pounding into her like your life depends on it. Mostly, she'll vocalize if she wants you to go harder or faster, but it's pretty rare to hear her enjoying herself (but when she does, that's how you know you're doing something very right).
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The first time Sergeant Romanoff brought up pegging you with your own dildo she did so jokingly, but it wasn't really a joke anymore when she saw how much you were begging and shaking for her to fuck you harder. She almost came at the sight of you and is desperate to find something that will give her a greater high.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Sergeant Romanoff actually spends almost as much time in the gym as you. Her body is extremely fit and toned, although not quite to the level that yours is, but she is very confident and proud of herself.
Your nickname is Sergeant Beef(cake) for a reason and you draw a lot of attention from the other recruits and staff for your physical prowess. But Nat will gladly let everyone know that you belong to her and that she is yours.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Sergeant Romanoff basically wants you 24/7 and a few times you've indulged her in a sex marathon (although that usually ends with you sleeping for 12 hours straight and practically needing an IV to replenish all the fluids you've lost). There is probably no person on Earth who could keep up with her, but ever since you gifted her the custom dildo of your dick, she's a lot more keen to leave you alone for a bit.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It takes a lot for Sergeant Romanoff to get tired out (and you usually pass out before she does), but if she ever does reach her breaking point, she likes to fall asleep on you because you're her personal heater and you make her feel safe.
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AN: I always really like writing these lol. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and let me know if there was any headcanon you want elaboration on. :)
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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟐).
change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.
You're all going to die down here.
I don't deal in chance.
Just one bite, one scratch from these creatures is sufficient. And then, you become one of them.
Nothing ever changes.
Please, I wouldn't wanna shoot you. I might need the bullets.
I'm not sure I wanna remember what went on down here.
She's only trying to deceive us... confuse us... she'll say anything to stop us.
The T-virus spread through the air-conditioning system.
She was right. We are gonna die down here.
We found a survivor.
What the fuck was that?
When we cut the power, we unlocked the doors. We let them out.
I don't want to be one of those things… walking around without a soul.
I shot her five times. How was she still standing?
One of your group has been infected.
Blue for the virus, green for the antivirus.
This long after infection, there was no guarantee the antivirus would work.
What are they? It's pretty goddamn obvious what they are.
Your boyfriend is real asshole.
Stay conscious. You're going into shock.
She bit me, man! She took a chunk clean outta me.
It brings the dead back to life?
That homicidal bitch killed my team.
The subjects have the simplest of motor functions. Perhaps a little memory, but virtually no intelligence.
All the people that were working here are dead.
I'm not dead yet.
Unknown, even to its own employees, the company's massive profits are generated by military technology, genetic experimentation, and viral weaponry.
There's a cure!
The T-virus provides a massive jolt, both to cellular growth, and to those trace electrical impulses. Put quite simply, it reanimates the body.
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KEEGAN (+18)
“Pick a number”
choking, slapping, degrading
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
I like drinking, of course, especially with my friends. Alcohol at the end of the month has become a ritual between us, especially during our night patrol when Keegan isn't around. Shots are quickly consumed one after another, and laughter fills the military base. "You won't believe it, he gave a blowjob to get into the elite!"
Logan exclaims, causing a collective reaction of astonishment. The alcohol in his veins is clearly affecting him, evident from his flushed face. Perhaps he had consumed slightly more than me. "I swear, I have the video," he continues his monologue, pouring another shot.
"Impossible, Keegan would never be corrupted like that," I say, but my words come out distorted and slurred due to the numerous drinks I've had. "How can you be so sure, huh?" Logan playfully pushes me, his head resting on his hand as he gazes into my eyes, appearing ready to fall into a deep sleep.
"Keegan doesn't even how to make a girl cum”
I try to explain, taking another sip from my glass, which elicits laughter from everyone once again. My mind is so clouded that I can't think straight, causing my words to slip out without consent, speaking ill of the sergeant behind his back. "He's clueless in bed! I doubt he can even satisfy a woman."
And once again, the laughter of my teammates grows louder and louder. It feels good, everyone enjoying the moment, but suddenly the laughter stops and my teammates look terrified behind me. "What's going on?" I turn slowly, and immediately pale: my eyes meet Keegan's, his blue eyes filled with anger.
“Sergeant-“ i try to explain but he stops me first.
"You, in my office. The rest of you, clean up this mess and get back to work." In an instant, everyone stands up and starts collecting the glasses and empty bottles as if they were puppets. Keegan looks at me with an icy gaze, then turns his back. I follow him quietly into his office, keeping my eyes on the ground with each step. I never expected him to get so furious over a silly joke.
"Let me explain, Keegan," I say softly. He opens his office door in silence, allowing me to enter. As soon as I step inside, he locks the door, pushes me against it, and tightly grabs my neck.
Can you repeat what you were saying to your friends?”. His grip was getting tighter and tighter, so much so that my hands grabbed his wrist, trying to push him away. “I don't know what you're talking about”. I manage to say between breaths, trying to calm down.
“I think you do”. He whispers through clenched teeth, sliding a hand between my legs, lightly touching my covered pussy. “Do I have to wait any longer?” His eyes are so deep that they dig into his soul, his hand gripping my neck even tighter, holding me firmly to the door of his office.
“You... don't know how to make a girl c-“ The man pushes me against his desk, forcing me to open my legs before leaving a slap on my inner thigh, turning my skin bright red.
“You're such a slut, do you talk about me to your friends? Why don't you say how much you want to be fucked instead?”. Cold laughter fills the room, pushing my panties to the side to show off my dripping pussy.
“Look at yourself. You're so wet you're making my desk dirty”. His fingers massage my clit, teasing my entrance with the tips, without putting them inside.
“Keegan.. Sir... I'm sorry”. “An apology won't save you from your punishment”. I arch my back as his fingers find my G-spot, making me moan loudly. “Fuck, stay still”. My legs tremble and the desk gets wetter beneath me. Keegan's fingers go faster and faster, deeper and deeper. “Do you like it? You should tell your friends how much you like it when I finger fuck you”. I start to grind against his hand trying to make it go deeper. His thumb presses against my clit, rubbing it hard, making me scream. I can feel tear running down my face, as the fingers hit my sweet spot.
“Sir... please... I want to come”. Keegan laughs, seeing how my legs start to get wet. “You want to come, huh?”. I arch my back, getting closer and as soon as I can feel my orgasm, he removes his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. My pussy starts to tighten, feeling the cool air against it making me shiver. “Fuck, Keegan, please let me cum, I want it”. My voice is desperate, but he doesn't seem willing to please me.
“I can't make girls cum? huh?”. He whispers in my ear, wiping away the tears off my face.
“Pick a number from one to ten”. He adds in a harsh tone, forcing me to speak.
“Why?”. My voice is shaky and full of desire.
“It's the number of times I'm gonna make you cum tonight”.
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Pom, it has plagued my mind and now it must plague yours. Alpha!Winter Soldier using you as his own person cocksleeve...
Darling, this is such an old ask and I apologise for how long it has taken me, but I just wanted to do it right, so it took me somewhat longer that intended 😅. It has indeed plagued my mind! I hope I can make up for the wait with the very long filth that follows!
Because oh my god YES.
This will be dark with elements of dub-con & non-con so please proceed with caution or avoid if it's not your thing ❤��
Zayka means bunny in Russian because of course he has to have a pet name for us 😂
Imagine if during a mission he spots you? He's hiding somewhere looking for his target, and as he scopes out the area you walk into his line of sight?
And something primal lurches in the pit of his stomach that tells him, he has to have you, as soon as possible.
He points you out to his handler's and they make arrangements. They know sometimes the soldier needs release so they don't argue. As long as the job gets done right?
🌑
You awake in a room unfamiliar to you. Your head pounds as you try and remember what happened. You were just walking through the park when a shot rang out. Everyone fled in different directions and as you ran out of the park.... You were intercepted... Two men in black military gear were calmly walking towards you... Then a sharp pain... Then nothing...
You realise suddenly that your own clothes have been replaced with a hospital gown and nothing else. Your body starts shivering with adrenaline and cold wondering what the hell is going on.
As you try to move the door unlocks and swings open. A huge man with a silver arm and piercing blue eyes is standing there in front of you. He only has a pair of black trousers on but even as the door is being locked again he is stripping them off as you cower on the floor.
"Theres been a mistake" you croak. "I shouldn't be here, I'm not... Please, I don't understand."
He walks towards you and drops to a crouch, running a hand across your cheek and assessing you. "Yes. It's you. I wanted you..." He rises, offering a hand which you don't accept, trying to shuffle away from him as quickly as you can. He threads his flesh hand into your hair and pulls, not hard but enough to stop your movements.
"Be good, be good for me and I'll make sure they let you go. Be bad and I promise nothing. I need you.... It needs to be you."
He sounds almost desperate for you. Like his control is only surface deep. You look at him and see pain behind the strength he easily displays. You glance around. No one is coming to help. Maybe if you're good....?
"Ok..."
With that he lets go of your hair and scoops you up in his arms carrying you to the poor excuse for a bed and places you down with more gentleness than you were expecting. He immediately removes your gown and pushes your thighs upwards, giving him direct access to your heat.
"Perfect" he murmers before diving down and licking and sucking at your cunt. His tongue dips in and out of your heat, then he sucks at your clit before shaking his head and stimulating your whole pussy.
Despite your lack of willingness, it is extremely effective and before you can even catch up, he has you on the edge of orgasm in moments. But he's not giving you that yet.
He grips your ankles and spins you, so your head is now hanging off the bed, inches away from his crotch. "Take it out and suck it" he orders and when you don't move he lands two harsh swats to your thighs. As you cry out you are moved into action. His dick springs free and you grip it before guiding him into your mouth.
He groans and stutters a little before his metal fingers are probing into your folds. The cold, hard metal sends shocks through your body as he chokes you simultaneously. "Fuck, good girl." He growls as his hips slide steadily into your mouth. Drool and tears mix on your face as he fucks your cunt with his fingers. Your moans and wails are muffled but the sensation on his cock sends him feral.
"Knew it had to be you. Fuck, made for me zayka" he growls, his cock pressing further down your throat as he brings you to a earth shattering orgasm. He over stimulates you, until you are flailing your legs to escape his touch.
"Easy, easy now" he says, removing his fingers and pulling his cock from your mouth. You lay, twitching as your body recovers from your climax but he's nowhere near satisfied.
"Up zayka, hands and knees"
You shudder and move slowly into position but he isn't satisfied so moves you again, his little ragdoll to play with. He pushes and pulls you until you are laying on your back, watching as his cock taps on your folds.
"So wet for me hmm? Made for this aren't you?" He waits until you nod, then sinks in, hand around your throat as he sheathes himself all the way. You both emit a long moan at the feeling before he starts pumping his hips again, skin slapping against yours as he fills you up.
Your hands flail around, gripping his metal hand that's fixed around your throat, scraping at his chest. He swats it away. "Touch yourself little slut. Play with yourself or I'll bind your hands" He growls and you can only obey, tentatively rubbing circles with one hand while your other paws clumsily at your breasts.
"Good girl, my good girl"
His praises have such a confusing effect. As much as this is wrong, you want to please him. He's making you feel so good. It spurs you on, with the hope that it will keep you alive. You want it to end. But you never want it to end.
Your walls clench tightly around him and he groans, emptying himself into you as he keeps fucking you to your second, intense orgasm. When he pulls out he watches as his seed drips from you, mixed with your own release and he rubs it together, taking a taste and moaning.
Finally, you think it's done. You curl away and wait for him to leave, but instead strong hands turn you back over. "Not done" he states and drags you to lay on your front, not before you catch a glimpse of his already semi-hard cock.
"I can go for longer than most kayza" he explains as you feel his cock press against your sensitive folds, dragging up to your puckered hole. You whimper and he reaches around, squeezing your breasts and shushing you. "You're doing so well... Be good for me..."
You whine as he sinks back into your puffy folds and holds there. Relishing the feeling of your spasming walls. You barely notice as he spits on to your ass and rubs it around before sinking his finger in slowly.
"Have you been taken here?" He asks, and you nod slightly, "just once" you mutter and he tuts. "This belongs to me now. You and your pretty holes are mine." He lands a slap on your skin and you cry out as he slides out of your pussy and into your ass.
He dips in and out of both holes, using your wetness to ease his entrance into your tight hole. The pleasure mixed with the pain drives you senseless, bucking your hips as he sinks further and further in. Finally he is fully seated and both of you are panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering both of you.
You feel his hand sink into your hair and pull you upwards so your back is pressed to his chest. "Taking me so well... Knew you could..." He ruts upwards, fingers rubbing mercilessly at your clit as he fucks you. You are sure you black out at his fingers slip into your folds and curl towards your g-spot making your whole body tremble. He groans in your ear as you whine, desperate for release again. He sucks bruises into your neck and shoulders, occasionally sinking his teeth down to leave impressions in your skin, marking you as his.
"Please...please" you beg as you teeter closer to your limit of pleasure. "Come for me, come as much as you want... Going to fill up your holes kayza..."
His talented fingers and never ceasing cock drag you to another peak and he holds you tight in place as your jerk and squirm through it. He growls again as he comes in your ass, holding himself in place making sure you don't lose a drop.
You fall to the mattress again and can't help the exhaustion that takes over your body. He climbs over you and drags your body to his. "Sleep kayza, more later..."
🌑
You awake to the feeling of fingers in you, and find his cock being guided into your mouth. You squirm and cry but he shushes you and threatens a spank. "Suck and I'll make you feel good..."
You take his cock in your mouth and he wraps his thighs around your head, trapping you in place as his tongue and fingers delve into your pussy. The focus on breathing removes any other thought from your mind, focusing you onto one task and blocking out the fear that is now dissolving in your stomach. For his part he works your body like he's known it for years, kissing your folds, nibbling and biting your sensitive thighs and curling his finger gently inside you.
His cock tightens before he releases in your mouth, almost choking you in the process. It's clear he has no intention of releasing you until you are dragged to another climax, your walls now intensely sensitive as he curls his finger beyond what you can take, until finally he releases you from the headlock and your body falls backwards.
He hovers over you, hands pressed either side of your head. He presses sloppy kisses to your face, almost like he's forgotten how to. His lips drag over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He pulls back to look at you. "Open your mouth" he says and you comply. "You swallowed it?" He growls and you nod, feeling suddenly embarrassed even though you shouldn't.
"Next time hold it, I want to see it..."
Your cheeks redden and you shiver again. Next time? You felt sure it was almost over. But the look on his face suggests not. He follows up by spitting in your mouth and squeezes your cheeks, making it drop over your lips and chin.
"It's like you were made for me kayza... So perfect.... So soft and sweet..."
🌑
He let you sleep for a while, and during that time he was summoned. They spoke in Russian and he took on the role of submissive. He nodded and was led out of the room with heavily armed guards.
Maybe while he was gone they would set you loose? You didn't know anything, you were innocent.
But you waited hours. At some point a meal was shoved through a flap in the door. You waited for a moment but your hunger took over and you scrambled to the door and ate whatever mush was on the plate.
You wrapped a blanket around you and sat cold and silent. You didn't know which was worse. Waiting for him or being with him. You tried to understand how you let yourself surrender to him so easily. You felt like you did nothing to stop it, but what could you do? No one was here to help you and at least he seemed to care about you... In his own way.
🌑
You heard thundering footsteps heading down the corridor outside your door. With a short pause it was suddenly open and he was back in the room. You sat there staring at him as he stood staring at you.
He shrugged off his clothes and walked towards you. "Show it to me." He said, gesturing to your lower half but you couldn't move. "Kayza, be good or I can be bad..." You exhaled and dropped your thighs open and he hissed as your swollen pussy leaked out his release. He dipped his hand down and rubbed making you whimper at the touch.
Once he was naked he laid back on the bed next to you. His hands drifted over your body where you sat until he was pulling you into place, sitting on his body. "I can't, it's too sensitive..." You pant as he lifts you up by the thighs and guides you to sit on his fat cock.
"No, no, you take it, you can..." You can't escape his grip as he drags you down with one hand and guides his cock into your heat. Your hands grip at his chest and you cry out as he stretches you. You gasp for air and he just holds you still, shushing you as you are overwhelmed.
"You're made for this. Look at you... Still taking me all the way..." He lets his soft hand drag over your body, squeezing here and there, pinching your nipples until they are swollen and sore from his actions. He rolls his hips experimentally and even he can't cope with the way your walls clamp down on him. "Fuck, that's right... It's just want you like huh?"
He stops again, letting you calm down before rolling again. He keeps this torturous pace, stopping and starting until tears track down your face and the only thing keeping you up is his hands around your throat.
"Did they touch you while I was gone zayka?" He whispers, hands squeezing slightly tighter, hips thrusting slow but deep. "N...no...no." He growls again as your eyes roll in your head. "Tell me why... Why did they leave you alone?"
"Because....ah..b...because I belong....to you."
He drags you forward and crashes his lips to yours in a primal kiss, you return it clumsily, moaning in his mouth. His hand reaches round and presses into your ass as he ruts. "That's right.....mine."
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Time passes, probably days but they are a blur to you. He leaves and returns once more, the rest of the time he uses you, holds you and occasionally you sleep.
Until one day he goes, and he's gone for a long time. Your only sign of life is the weird meals that pass through the door every several hours.
Eventually someone opens the door. Not the soldier. A guard of some type. He throws a gown at you and leads you to a quiet room with a scary looking chair. Are they going to kill you now.
Despite the horror of the situation, you find yourself wishing for him. At least he was gentle, these guards did not look gentle.
Suddenly he is marched into the room and thrown into the chair. You watch horrified as he is strapped down, a glassy look in his eye. He looks at you briefly, a flare of possession and recognition shot towards you.
"We are going to wipe his memory, but we can't deny the effect you've had on him. Kept him much calmer than the others before you." A guard explains as doctors whizz around the room, pressing various buttons.
"If he remembers you, little kayza," he mocks, "then you can live. If not..." He cocks his gun near you and you shiver. An impossible fate lies ahead of you. Death or life, but what kind of life would it be?
You are forced to watch on as he screams during the process. Tears track down your face in fear, for both of you. Clearly he is as much a prisoner as you.
Finally the ordeal ends. They speak to him in hushed tones as various plates of metal are removed from his body. You are pushed forward into his eyeline.
Your heart is in your throat as he stares at you. Will he remember?
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It's just pretend right? ( Bucky barnes x reader ) part 6
summary : revelations and secrets are finally revealed as kitty comes to terms with everything she thought she knew and was about to know and well once one avenger is attack well it's an attack on them all as the team visit the ranch .
warnings : this is a happier part sad but happy and sort of goofy
previous part
“ she not the only one , gonna need a little more than that terminator “ tony called his eyes locked on screen as friday was running it’s test on the dart .
“ jessie , he was like her only he knows he’s adopted just not all of it , but her dad he said he was the same as her , it’s not what it looks like he’s not hydra not fully he’s a double agent look it hard to explain either he or fury can explain the dynamics but we’re going to have to run some test make sure he doesn’t burst into flames” bucky explained placing her on the cot .
“ or shooting vines … oh yeah she does that too so i guess we’re going to have to see what else our girl body is hiding from her and us “ tony said as their heads shot in his direction .
“ why couldn’t she be just be the normal one , healthy family life but nope it’s like become an avenger and the trauma follows “ nat mumbled checking over her once more ignoring bucky. “ oh give it over “ she pushed him away .
“ stop fighting over me it gonna give me big ego like stark” she groaned
“ hey Look she ok “ tony rolled his eyes .
“ other than my life was a lie and my brother could be whatever i am what is going on and who is after me “ she sat up as nat and Bucky helped her .
“ well hydra is after You , you brother well who might be your brother is from same lab rest i don't know fury kept his lips tight on this one and well seems as they want you back” tony explained .
“ that is just magical no seriously this fan fucking tastic” she scoffed.
“ maybe let your dad explain “ nat smiled sadly .
“ i will, you wanna Test My blood right ?” She looked to to tony who nodded . “ well lets do this first “ she pulled her sleeve up looking down at her arms remembering what it was that came from them .
“ how did you get your abilities how did they start” tony asked pulling the kit out from .
“ you Dont have to tell him doll” bucky squeezed her should he could feel her tense , could hear the breath that got caught In her throat .
“ no its fine erm my cousin , terror twins we call them well they told me jessie was hurt climbing Into a water tower, they said It was accident but they pushed me in and i thought i was going to drowned … no one was going to find me then it came Like i just felt this feeling like building and building i thought It … It was me dying then boom fire to point all the water turned into steam that steam well Actually did nearly kill me no oxygen And i was in a coma for like a month , they laughed when i cried now everytime I see their stupid faces i remember like im trapped in that water tower “ she sniffled . “ nat and fury only people after family to know that well tony And steve cause a file that wasn't suppose to exist “ she laughed dryly Wiping tears from her eyes .
“ kitty” she turned To see her Dad and maybe he didn't expect it but she ran into his arms . She could see it , see that guilt and yet That Unconditional love in his Eyes .
“ papa you need to tell me the truth The whole truth please” she looked up at him and suddenly it was like looking down at the little girl he put to bed so many times after nightmares or scared of monsters under the bed .
“ best sit down , please know this before i tell you this kitty none of it was fake for me not one second did i think of you any different then my daughter” he smiled sadly .
“ maybe we should give them space to do this “ nat winced , she knew , steve knew and bucky knew .
“ but i wanna … fine” tony pouted following the widow out while bucky squeezed her shoulders .
“ i was in the military that part was true and i was good , so good i caught the attention of shield who wanted me to work for them , it was no brainer whether to take the job or not really it was probably one of quickest yes i said in my life first they told me a baby was found little boy taking out of lab would we care for him and we said yes actually your mother said it we got jessie then a few years later actually jessie was eight and the twin well were 6 and then nick fury came to me a mission so classified that not even the director alexander pierce knew it was going down , he said they found a lab pierce didn’t wanna bother with it but fury well couldn’t let it go so i went undercover pretended i wanted to be hydra said it was the future shit like that , they believed me i’d send in the intel to fury and work in some lab one night they got this woman i and she had most beautiful baby girl i ever seen , the lady fought she said she couldn’t do it again but they killed her so i called fury the raid happened and he slipped me out the back told me take this baby and not to stop for anyone he would come when he could so i did i brought you home and your mama she fell in love with you i went back and we told pierce everything and left out the part of you fury burned the place down so they would think you went with it we got promoted i stayed for couple of years then i retired said i would help with the kids and ranch wanted to watch you grow up and that wasn’t a lie” he looked at her she could see it all in his eyes .
“ why didn’t you tell me , why didn’t fury tell me was that how he found me in new york? “ she asked .
“ i called him new places and that gift of your never did work so i asked him make sure you weren’t locked in a lab somewhere like .. “
“ E.T” She chuckled.
“ jessie mom i don’t know if you both got same mama , she was pretty like you “ he held her face.
“ then how come they won’t accept me ? they accepted jessie ? “ she asked softly .
“ because your grandfather left everything in your name and their vultures …. Thanks young man “ she turned to see tony letting her grandmother in .
“ i like her … shit sorry i leave you too it … touching stuff really sorry for doubting you “ tony waved as he left .
“ stop listening you over grown toddler” she yelled.
“ couldn’t hear you “ his voice rang out over intercom of the jet .
“ this is weird airplane” her grandmother looked around .
“ ok back to it the old guy left everything to her “
“ TONY “
“ Fine i’ll stop listening “ not that she believed that.
“ yes as voice said he left it to you most of it all is a bit of exaggeration some for jess and the twin not the horrible ones cause you guys cared even still you write me every week telling me of your stories although i don’t like the gods part there’s only one of him “ she sat down .
“ maybe wait before bring loki and thor here?” she whispered to her dad who nodded in agreement.
“ that’s why they pushed me in that water tower” she gasped .
“ they heard your grandpa talking with his lawyer “ her dad confirmed .
“ you know no matter what they say your our kitty right? “ her grandmother asked .
“ i do i’m sorry i ran off earlier i mean it’s a lot still in tbh “ she winced .
“ good now go say sorry your poor mother is beside herself in there “ her grandmother swatted her arm sending her to her feet and kept swatting as she walked out the door to the house .
“ hey stop .. can’t get around my ass OWWW … sorry ma’am “ she yelped after the woman pinched her arm . “ stop laughing stank” she grumbled .
She walked into the kitchen and seen her mama sitting and she felt instant guilt yes they did keep a lot from her and yeah she was still right to feel betrayed but giving the other outcome she did really have a great childhood and they didn’t treat her differently even with her gift they still treated her with same love and care probably more so .
“ mama “ she smiled as the woman looked up rushing toward her honestly kitty was surprise how she still had tears left .
“ i’m sorry really baby we just wanted to keep you safe” she cried .
“ i know now , i’m sorry for scaring you … also think your moms more lively then she letting on “ she whispered last part .
“ hey pyro on the prairie your gonna wanna here this “ tony called .
“ jesus what now is my birth parent actually aliens “ she scoffed as she , izzy and her mom walked in just as jack and jessie walked in carrying cassies things .
“ hey good timing this concerns you to … bruce let them have it ?” tony called.
“ hey kiddo you ok “ bruce voice came out the phone .
“ i mean as well as i can come on lay it on me are me and jessie ET” she sighed .
“ actually no your from earth but hey wouldn’t be surprising giving it all really ..”
“ today big little guy “ tony huffed.
“ well you and jessie are sibling you share the same dad , his mom died giving birth and well your actually related to another member of the team “ bruce explained .
“ please don’t say it bucky .. i mean i may be from south but not that far down south “ she grimaced .
“ no it’s not bucky or steve actually it’s nat it would appear you two share same mother “ .
“ holy shit i had dirty dreams about my little sisters sister “ jack blurted out .
“ please say i’m adopted too “ izzy face scrunched up in disgust as she stood away from her twin .
“ your birth father well he was also part of nats life” bruce went more quietly .
“ shit bruce are you my dad” she gasped.
“ do i look old enough to be your…. Nevermind actually turns out alexei shostakov is who your birth father “ bruce called .
“ i did not see that coming “ nat mouth fell open
“ wait the dude that pretended to be your dad then … you have got to be shitting me really? Can we not pretend it was an alien “ she whined.
“ sorry kiddo we’ll see you guys soon “ he hung up .
“ what do he mean see you soon” she turned to tony. “ who’s we “ .
“ the team hey your one of us mean priority is to stop whoever’s after you “ tony shrugged.
“ i knew we had a sisterly bond” nat smirked .
“ so my dad is guy that sold you?” jessie finally spoke up as nat nodded .” what the shit “ he sighed .
“ i know right but you got two adoptive sister lets hope you didn’t have dirty thoughts about nat too “ she winced.
“ nah i like that wanda chick we ain’t related to her in anyway are we?” he asked.
“ ok moving on from that how the hell is alexei my dad?” she asked .
“ i’ll see if yelena can find out” nat pulled out her phone . “ hey lena we got more siblings “ she called walking out the room .
“ really no sign of being et “ she asked .
“ sorry kitty cat “ tony patted her shoulder .
Honestly she couldn’t believe one simple trip home well would result in all of this , nat being her sister and the widows host/adoptive dad being her birth father and her being a lab experiment for hydra just tied it all in a neat bow serious how she wasn’t in a padded room albeit there was still time for that . she also had the team coming to the ranch in matter of hours and now she was hiding in her room trying to make sense of it all .
“ come in “ she called as the knock on her door snapped her from her thoughts
“ just wanted to check see you were ok “ bucky poke his head in .
“ i’m ok i think it still doesn’t feel real like this is so crazy all in a day i find out i’m adopted , nats my sister so is yelena in a way which also mean i’m not even american right? Oh god what is my life” she fell on her bed staring at the ceiling.
“ an your not an alien “ he pointed out .
“ i was kinda hoping for that” she sighed .
“ well turned out alexei volunteered for some red room / hydra thing back in the day before they severed ties now he’s gushing about how his boy and his girls are well you know ” .
“ yeah i think jessie would actually shoot him “ she laughed .
“ he does want to meet you but nat told him that was up to you and to give you time but yelena is on her way “ he said. “ she heard someone attacked and well “
“ she is very all for family “ she nodded.
“ yeah jacks currently have a identity crisis asking is nat his sister too “ he lay beside her.
“ bet you didn’t think this was going to happen when you agree to be my fake boyfriend “ she snorted honestly it had to be a joke right .
“ i was thinking alien too cause doll you are out of this world “ he smirked as she broke out into laughter.
“ oh my god you did not just say that and steve said you were a ladies man sure you weren’t the dork back then “ .
“ you doubting my skills “ he sat up leaning over her .
“ yes after that yess” she laughed alittle and yet she leaned up .
They were mere inches apart before a banging on the door .
“ hey teams here” nat yelled as bucky fell back .
“ COME ON “ she yelled so close and yet so far .
“ we could pretend to be asleep “ bucky groaned getting off the floor .
“ nah nats waiting” she huffed.
“ she’s right i am come onnn” nat sang .
“ to be continued “ she winked before heading out the door .
“ thanks natalia “ bucky groaned as the widow snorted .
“ sorry barnes maybe you can woo my little sister… so fun to say “ she smirked .
part 7
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Please tell me about the great emu war of 1932 :3
"Haha Australia lost a war to emus twice"
NO BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!
Here's why:
First, I don't believe foreigners know how BIG emus are, and how much of their stocky main body is just layers and layers of feathers
This is Peck. He doesn't actually Peck but he LOVES the LADIES and for reference, that's me as he's uh... trying to woo me. I'm 4'11 / 149cm tall and in that photo he's not standing at full height either because he's preparing to get lower and ahem, grind. He is also a juvenile.
Emus are typically 5.7 feet/1.75 meters tall, but they have been recorded to get up to 6.2 feet/1.9 meters.
So imagine you've got this big ass dinosaur bird with the most t-rex looking feet perfectly designed for running. Yeeting. Skeeting. Killing you maybe. And now take into account these flightless fucks can run up to 62 Kilometers per hour. THATS 39 MILES PER HOUR TOP SPEED.
Now add 20,000 emus.
So 20,000 emus against poverty-stricken farmers with failing crops, farmers WHO WERE MOSTLY WW1 VETERANS BY THE WAY. Yeah nah.
Here's a visual to help y'all understand how insanely large emu groups get.
Onto why the hell were there so many emus on the farmlands (even tho... yknow... the emus and the local indigenous were there first but we won't get into that.)
Basically a big drought made the horde of emus move away from their usual dwindling territory, onto the sprawling Australian "farm lands" and remember I mentioned their feet before? BIG STOMPY. Whatever crops that had somehow managed to survive the severely vitamin-deficient soil and grow, did not in fact, survive the dinosaur feet as the emus strolled through, pecking and foraging the ground along the way.
The plight of the veteran farmers didn't fall on deaf ears, but the Australian government severely underestimated the power of 20,000 emus by a LONG shot. Plus they weren't all that interested either, until at least it was reported that the emus were destroying the Rabbit Proof Fence. What legends.
For the first "war" the government sent 3 men.
Yep. You heard me. Three guys. Major Meredith, Sargeant McMurray and a soldier by the name of O'Halloran.
They had one truck with a machine gun, and probably other guns, but between them roughly 10,000 rounds of ammunition.
So off they went. To wage war against the progressive emus breaking the symbol of "White Australia" AKA the Fence. Oh and also I guess the starving vets.
This is it. This is what they had.
Locals from all around joined in the fight and tried to herd the roaming groups of emus into the murder range but the emus had a tactic. One that us Aussies use at bush doofs when you hear police sirens- and that is to SCATTER.
They only killed "a dozen birds" from a group estimated to be around 1000. It didn't help that the machine gun jammed during this organised ambush.
And by then, the Emus clicked onto what was happening. They split up into smaller groups, observed to be led by the largest sized male who kept an eye out for the enemy. Never again did they risk coming together as seen before.
The war was lost. Only a few more attempts were made that had little success and Ornithologist Dom Serventy concisely summarised the whole operation.
I want to remind you all that this is a recorded statement, kept on file in legal military documentation
"The Emu command had evidently ordered guerrilla tactics, and its unwieldy army soon split up into innumerable small units that made use of the military equipment uneconomic. A crestfallen field force therefore withdrew from the combat area after about a month."
Let's move onto Emu War Part Two: Unsuccessful Boogaloo
Heads up by the way, TW below.
Emus were still, y'know, Emu-ing about and the drought didn't let up either. People were still dying of starvation, becoming homeless and committing suicide. It took the Premier of Western Australia, and a Base Commander in the military penning letters and using media pressure to finally convince the government to give it another go.
Major Meridith returns to the War and having learnt from practically everyone's past assumptions of the highly intelligent sonic-speed bird, brought success. And by that I mean, more success than the previous war.
Ultimately only 5% of the 20k Emu Army were ever killed, and even that is debated since it is more than likely they inflated numbers of kills to lessen the damage of being completely inferior to the superb qualities of the Emu.
A Federal parliamentarian (like a senator) when asked about whether there should be a medal made for the conflict, he replied with:
"Any medals should go to the emus who had won every round so far."
And of course in true Aussie fashion, the Defence Minister who supported and approved for the Emu War 1 and 2, was given the title by the Australian public, and international conservationists of ‘Minister for the Emu War’.
Ouch, but also, Not Every Problem Has To Be Solved With Guns.
Ironically what worked far better was the implementation of fences to keep the Emus OUT and unfortunately, a bounty system that saw many locals and professional hunters alike have FAR more success than an entire military operation. 57,000 bounties were claimed in a six month period after it being introduced in 1934.
Thus concludes the Great Emu War of 1932.
If you're asking why I know this, I studied it when I was 16, and made an entire poster to which I gave it to my Japanese Teacher. For context: I was living in Japan. Going to a Japanese School. And teaching my poor English teacher about this Emu War that he only believed once he looked it up. As a parting gift I gave him a poster. Shout out to Kawamura-Sensei you tried so hard not to laugh at the poster but I won that war.
Here it is. All the quotes on there are real too!
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Hi! hope you have a good day! Can you do a poly "Ghost x male reader x Soap" (if you comfortable writing poly relationship) with slow burn, angst and fluff at the end?
Where Ghost and Soap already in a relationship until the reader came into their team The two male thought the reader wasn't talkative around people but few weeks later, things change at first Ghost seems interesting in the male skill using gun and how fast he can run and Soap like the male sense of humour.
Both of them thought it only a friendship type of things. Until the male save Ghost from the enemy on the battlefield and him laughing at Soap jokes. That when the two males known what happen to them, they weren't sure if M/n would comfortable in a relationship with them, so they start doing small things for him like making coffee or helping training,..
And M/n notice it, he even started to fall for the both of them. But he keep denying the things they did for him because he thought that what friend do. and M/n don't think he is ready for a new relationship, he wasn't sure he is good enough for them (the male got trauma from the previous relationships) (more angst please, I would like to suffer for a little bit)
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After a while, the three of them got into a mission together, everything went good until the male got shot. He thought he going to be de@d soon (only to find out that he only got shot at his leg) so M/n confessed how he feel about the two of them which got him embarrassed when Ghost mention it when they got back to the base.
(andddd I don't know what to do with the ending cause I'm ran out of idea. I would want to see how the treated each other when got into a relationship. Sorry about the grammar, English isn't my first language)
hello anon! thanks so much for your request, i’m sorry for having taken so long to get to it because i will be honest, i rewrote this 29 fucking times…anyway, thank you for being as descriptive as possible because that really helped me out. and it’s okay! if you would like, feel free to leave a request in your native language so it’s more comfortable for you, i can translate it easily!
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Ghost x Male!Reader x Soap: One’s Company, and Two’s a Crowd
Trigger Warnings: angst wth a happy ending, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, gunshot wounds, past abusive relationships, relationship trauma, accidental confessions, reference of domestic violence
Simon and Johnny had, despite their slight differences, found themselves in a relationship together. Behind closed doors, the relationship was as domestic as it could get with an angsty man who’s had the worst of the worst happen in his life and a golden retriever boyfriend whose purpose for his traumatized lover was to show him there is some good in this world. Though his biological family is gone, Simon’s found his place in the Task Force and SpecGru; and a new member was just about to join the family. You walked into the room where Simon and Johnny were sitting, and his eyes grew wide when he saw you do a double take once you saw them. “Hey—who the fuck are you? How the fuck’d you get in?” he asks, quickly standing up.
Johnny’s quick to do the same, grabbing Simon’s hand tightly to hold him back. “Easy, Simon—let’s give him a chance to explain himself,” he says. His ocean blue eyes are soft as he looks at you, meanwhile Simon’s dark brown eyes are glaring into you so hard you feel like you’ll suddenly feel the blade of an invisible knife ghost against your neck before digging into you. “I’m new around here, sorry. The main contractor was telling me to try and introduce myself to anyone who’s around,” you explain. Your voice is so soft and so gentle, despite your military build. You’ve even got your arms raised in the air as a form of surrender. Simon, still wary of you, walks over to you and begins to frisk you for weapons. Satisfied that he doesn’t find anything, Simon lets you lower your arms before walking back to Johnny.
“You should probably learn how to fucking knock,” he scolds, glaring at you hard still. “He doesn’t need to knock Bonnie, this is the common room,” Johnny says before shaking his head slightly. “Sorry about that—what’s yer name? I’m Johnny and this here is Ghost,” he asks in a more kind manner. “Ah, cool. Nice to meet you two, please call me Y/N whenever we’re not on a mission or anything,” you say, giving the two a more peaceful and gentle smile. “Y/N…very nice name, I’ll say. Glad to have you on our side, too. I’m sure all of us will make some real good memories now that you’re here,” Johnny says. You can’t help but smile, nodding your head a bit, “Can’t wait to see what the future holds for us—this is going to be really exciting. I’ll be out of your hair now, see you around,” you say.
The duo then watches you give them a little wave once you step back out of the common room. It makes Simon sigh deeply, looking back down at Johnny. “M’sorry, love. I didn’t mean to snap on the kid like that…you know how I am…” he apologizes. It makes Johnny laugh, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek as he leads him back to the couch. “It’s okay, you’ll eventually warm up to him…I hope,” he says, wrapping his arms back around Simon. He does the same, holding onto Johnny once more and closing his eyes. “He seems…a bit promising, however. I’ll try my best to warm up to him…” Simon mumbles, nuzzling into Johnny’s chest. “Go at your own pace, alright?” Johnny reassures. Simon nods, sighing again as he closes his eyes. His lover’s embrace always seems to calm him for the better.
Time seems to fly, the more you spend time on base and out on missions, the more Simon and Johnny seem to notice you’re completely reserved to everyone else. The only time you ever speak is on missions, and even then, it’s only when you need to make call outs or call in a UAV. The two of them are impressed however, your ability to run and gun down enemies is something that they haven’t seen in quite some time. The way you carry yourself is with so much pride and a determination to do your job the best you could now that you’re in the big leagues, met only by the silence of someone who actively acknowledges just how good they are. It’s not arrogant or anything, as you tend to give everyone a thumbs up once you’re asked how you’re feeling before, during, and after a mission.
Outside the field, you’re even more isolated and really only hang around Johnny and Simon whenever they invite you to. You laugh at Johnny’s dumb jokes, picking up on some of his Scots and occasionally using it whenever the time is right. Johnny starts to feel drawn to you, and with your expertise in handling weaponry and staying cool in the field draws Simon closer to you too. It’s shocking, but it’s what draws the romantic duo closer to wanting to know you better. Johnny comes up with the idea to make you more comfortable, following Simon’s suggestion to get you closer to the two of them. It’s a big risk, he says, but Simon’s more than willing to make that risk for you.
You warm up to them both, talking more and more only when you’re with them. The prospect of potentially adding you to their relationship makes Johnny and Simon a bit excited. They begin to treat you nicely, waking you up whenever you’ve slept long enough, giving you coffee or tea if it’s too early in the morning, and treating you with a kindness you haven’t really felt in a long time. It almost feels…a little domestic. It’s a form of intimacy you didn’t even have in your last relationship, and in turn it makes you a bit wary. Still wanting to be friends with them, you just return the gestures whenever you can. Acts of service seems to be Johnny’s love language, and quality time seems to be Simon’s.
For you, it’s gift giving. You give them little trinkets and stuff you find—out in the field and in the cities you all travel to—showing them that you’re their friend and want them to know you appreciate them. It scares you, after a few months of doing this, as you eventually find yourself catching feelings for the both of them. It felt wrong, having such strong emotions for two men at the same time. It almost reminds you of your past relationship, except you were forced to share yourself with two different people who ended up forgetting you in the end. They’d exclude you and eventually started hurting you physically whenever you protested the relationship.
So once you wake up from a nightmare recounting that verg relationship while sleeping on the couch of the common room, Johnny and Simon are immediately alerted by this as they sit and talk seated at a table in the corner of the room. They see the cold sweat dripping off your forehead, your chest heaving slightly as you try to regain your breath and rush over. “Are you doing alright? What’s the matter?” Johnny asks, looking at you. “G-Get away…please…” you plead softly, shocking the duo slightly. “Bonnie, come on…we just want to help you…” Johnny says, reaching out for you. You crawl further back into the couch, as if scrambling to get away from them.
Simon, despite wearing his usual skull balaclava, is clearly distressed by your sudden behavior. “Do you…feel scared because of us…” he asks softly, trying to show his concern for you. Not a word comes out, however, a gentle nod of the head is the only answer given. “Do you feel comfortable enough to talk about it? We just want to understand…” Johnny says. You just remain silent, not even realizing that your body’s begun to tremble. “Please, let us understand…help us understand…” he continues to urge you. Feeling overwhelmed, you just push them away and quickly storm out of the common room.
The duo doesn’t move or go after you, opting to give you the space you clearly need right now. Weeks go by, and you’re sent back on another mission with Johnny and Simon. They could tell you’re still very much not willing to talk to them. The distance aches their hearts, as all they want to do is understand what’s hurting you. They don’t even realize that they’re the reason; you’d swiftly fallen in love with the two men, and you really don’t want to have a repeat of your previous relationship the more you fall. It hurt, and you didn’t want to see them hurt from it either. It’s distracting, especially on such an important mission like this. Suddenly, you can faintly hear your callsign being yelled.
“Liquid…”
“Liquid!”
“Liquid! Get the fuck down!”
You snap out of your thoughts once the disembodied voice yells at you, managing to hear a bullet whizz past your ear. Immediately you drop to the floor, clutching your TAQ-56 tightly in your hands. Not realizing the enemy’s become fully aware of your presence long before you started zoning out, the realization of three of you being pinned down where you were positioned really rang in your ears. Maybe it was just the bullet that whizzed past, or the thundering gunfire that surrounded you making your ears ring. Whatever it was, you forced yourself to wait for the enemies to call out to their own teammates when reloading to return fire.
The shootout lasts for a while and as a last ditch effort against the remaining 4 scattered enemies, one of them hurls an active frag grenade towards Simon. “Ghost, move!” you exclaim. Simon looks down and quickly moves back, firing at an enemy that appeared from the left of a different building. Running from your cover, fire is immediately opened on you as you grip the grenade and hurl it back to the one that threw it. A bullet pierces through you in an unknown area, pain immediately surging in your body as you fall to the floor. The grenade explodes on the enemy that tossed it, as well as his friend that happened to be unlucky enough to move forward. “Y/N! Streamin’ bloody Jesus!”
“I-I can’t go on anymore! Just know—I really love you guys!” you exclaim, not even paying attention where you had been shot at. Johnny comes out of his cover and fires at the remaining enemy before joining Simon at your side. Simon’s already removed your body armor and was in the middle of checking where the bullet hit you, and he seemed to have frozen in place at your confession. Johnny turns his attention to your leg before looking up at your face, “You uh…you’ll live, Liquid…you got shot in the meatier part of your calf,” he says a bit awkwardly. Instantaneously upon hearing you weren’t even dying, your heart dropped even further into the seemingly bottomless pit.
You just accidentally confessed.
The once talkative trio was now completely silent, being treated by medics and being moved to get further care for your gunshot wound. Simon and Johnny patiently wait to be allowed to see you and once they do, the tension in the room is just as heavy as it was back when you first joined the whole operation. “Y/N…we need to talk about what you said earlier,” Johnny urges gently. A deep sigh escapes you as you sit there in the infirmary cot. You’ve begun to play with the stitching to your jeans, huffing softly. “It was the heat of the moment…” you make an excuse for yourself, blaming it on the situation.
Simon raises his brow after, “You do know that that makes it all the more true. This isn’t something you can easily avoid,” he says, reminding you of the other side of the coin. Feeling defeated about this situation, your shoulders slump as you reluctantly look up at the couple. “Okay, fine—I’ve…I’ve had feelings for you two for quite some time but…ah…” You say, trailing off as different points come through your mind. Deciding to start on one, the look in your eyes becomes somber as the duo watches and patiently waits to hear what you have to say. “Can I first explain why I started pushing you guys away…?” you ask, hoping they’ll provide you a safe space to speak.
“‘Course ya can…go in and tell us, lad…we’re listening…” Johnny reassured you. Simon nods silently, waiting to understand why you began to act so distant in the first place. “Well…when my partner and I were dating, they decided to add another person to the mix…except, it was a blatant slap to the face,” you begin, feeling a bit overwhelmed as the story of your past relationship comes to light. Johnny and Simon both reach for your hands, gently holding onto and caressing them. They give you a moment to recollect yourself, clearly treating you much better than you had been treated. “It was only like that because it was basically a way for my partner to distance themselves and cheat on me.”
The last sentence makes Simon furious, and he squeezes at your hand a little tighter. You couldn’t help but keep going, “The two of them had degraded me and…sometimes they hit me…whenever I asked them to join or made a protest to the whole thing.” Johnny’s eyes, usually soft, looked immediately protective, “Oh bonnie…you didn’t deserve to be treated like rubbish like that. Is the ended relationship why you ended up joining the military, and eventually us?” he asks while reassuring you. A silent nod is your only response, as well as the quivers of pain and fear your body gives.
“I pushed myself away to keep myself from hurting like that again…from personal experience, I’ve become so afraid…” you say. Your own hands then hold onto Simon’s and Johnny’s a bit tighter, and they do the same. “We wouldn’t let that happen at all. Johnny and I here, well—the two of us have fallen in love with you at the same time. It’s completely understandable if you want to join or not,” Simon confesses, rubbing at the back of his still balaclava-covered head. “Promise we won’t ignore how you’re feeling…a relationship as big as ours relies heavily on trust so…” Johnny says, looking at Simon before you.
“Will you trust us?”
The question comes out of their mouths perfectly in sync, showing that giving you the move you’ve always deserved is something they both agreed on doing. A heavy and apprehensive silence filled the room, the 50/50 chance of you agreeing or not waiting to be flipped by a singular figurative scenario. “I’ll trust you…” eventually came out of your lips and confirmed your answer. Not even realizing they had been holding their breaths, Simon and Johnny sigh in relief. “Thank fucking God…” Simon says, putting a hand in his chest. Johnny chuckles as he leans forward and kisses your cheek.
“Best choice, Y/N…you’re going to be so loved…you’ve even got Simon all exasperated about this,” Johnny says, slightly joking with you. Simon grumbles, rolling his eyes as lifts his balaclava up before he leans forward and kisses your other cheek. “That’ll do…” he says, ruffling your sleeve a bit. “Thank you—I’m really hoping this could work out for us…” you mumble softly, kissing both Simon and Johnny’s cheeks. This was the staff of a new beginning, and the first step from healing what you’d experienced before. So much love was on its way to you, and you were just so happy.
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Feels so right- Colonel König nsfw
Based on a request:
Can I make a smut request based on this TikTok please? If you’re up for it. Exclude the murder in the video, but I swear König holding the knife at OC’s neck does something in me inside
GN!Reader, knife play?, 18+, smut, MDNI
His right hand at your waist whilst the other held a knife to your throat, his lips near your ear. “What’s wrong, Liebe, can’t take me now?” His voice low, hinting at his excitement towards your past actions towards him.
A/n: it'll be somewhat short, but please enjoy
It has been known for a while now that Kasper Team and KorTac have had their indifferences since the time they were both created. Always feuding with because they interfered with a mission on purpose. You were the youngest member, still learning from the others and who KorTac had become to you all. You and a teammate were assigned to watch over the mission, mainly because KorTac could interfere, and this was a mission you guys didn’t need any problems to. As you stood on higher ground, you saw two army trucks drive towards where your team was. Three soldiers got off and ran towards you guys.
Your teammate and you knew this could happen, so as your teammates was getting ready to snipe, you made sure to ready your gun to defend him. König slid threw a smoke grenade near you. Before it went off you kicked it away. Earning a few shots to get fired from both you and them. Your teammate shot the tyres of the KorTac vehicles, he stood up by your side,
“We don’t want to fight right now, just leave us alone.” The man was beyond your years, he had been in team years before you even joined the military.
His other gun by his side, sending a warning to them. König chuckles, his hands resting on his hips, “You think you’re scaring us off so easily?” he walks closer to you, leaning a little down, trying to intimidate you by the height difference. “We won’t ask you twice.” You spoke up.
“Tsk tsk tsk, you see, we don’t care.” König’s gaze piercing through you. Your teammate knew the game he was playing, but before he could say anything, a shot was fired behind them. You all look to see who had done it. Only to find your commander and KorTac’s commander walking towards you all. “At ease, all of you. From today forwards, we claim brotherhood amongst our teams.” Your commander said which was followed by a nod from the other man.
“This is a joke, yes?” König asked, “No, it’s real, we are done playing cat and mouse, from today forwards, we all have a common goal, take down the shit team of Hellgate.”
“Why now?” “They are planning to bring us both down, so, why not team up, take them down one by one and then we kill all our common enemies” KorTac’s commander spoke.
“Now get in the cars, we have a celebration to do.
Your teammate and you let out a small chuckle, which was followed by some stares from everyone. “what’s funny?”
“Before this shit…I shot their tyres” “Verdammte hölle” König murmurs.
“Hey, how were we to know you two were becoming friends when I shot their tyres, so don’t fucking blame us.”
“Then, I guess you two will walk it home so KorTac can fit in our vehicles.”
“Works for us” your teammate said.
And for an hour, you two walked back to base. Laughing at the shit you two had done. The walk back would’ve been shorter, but you two decided to take longer, just to infuriate the KorTac a little.
When you two walked in, your commander and theirs looking at you two.
"where the hell where you two?"
"had to help some old lady, sir" he lied
"right"
For hours through the evening you all shared laughs, stories and lots of drinks. By morning some had hangovers, and since your commander insisted that KorTac should stay the night, you found yourself stuck with König in the training room.
"Pass me the rifle, bitte" König said as he cleaned off his gun.
"It's closer to you, so just get it."
"Yes, but don't you want to be nice to me?"
"no, I actually don't"
"and why's that?" his accent rougher now.
"I'm just not nice to pricks like you."
"take it to the mats!" Nikto spoke.
You both looked at him and then at each other.
And for nearly 30 minutes, you two sparred, some placed bets, others just watched. It ended in a tie, something neither of you liked, but had to just call it.
For days the two teams trained together, expect that you weren't around for much of it. You had been off to meetings, König did wonder though, if maybe you had been avoiding him. You had him intrigued the minute your hands touched his chest as you pushed him to the ground. That night, he had to admit he touched himself in your name. He also had excused himself to the restroom one he thought of the way your body looked on top of his.
After four days of not seeing you, there you were in the shooting range, you looked angry for some reason. He approached you, "Your stance is incorrect."
"Piss off."
"Just helping."
"Yeah, sure"
He kept staring at you, and once you felt his judge stare, you turned to him.
"what."
"why don't we go to the mat and you let your frustration on me."
"and why would I want that?"
"let's be honest, you need it."
"No."
Soon, he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder.
"Put me the fuck down!"
"No."
Once he reached the mat, he put you down, you looked at him, clearly angry. You pushed him, only to have him take like two steps back, chuckling.
"Oh I know you can do better, Liebling"
"I can."
"yeah?"
"Yes, I can take you in a fight."
He shook his head, "all you've done was say you can, but you see, I need proof."
He wanted to feel your body against his, whether it'd be you beating him up, or having you naked on top of him as he took his time with you. If he could feel you against him, he would be satisfied.
You walked away from the mat, leaving him feeling horny and needy for you. And best believe he didn't like that one bit. So, after asking around, he found out where your room was. He knocked on your door, once you opened it a small smile fell upon his lips. He walked into you room.
"Yeah sure, come in." Your voice tired.
"I think you owe me a small match sergeant."
"Is this a command or just you annoying me?"
"Well, considering I am a colonel, and our teams are now brothers...its a command."
"Yeah, no."
"No? Wasn't it you saying you could take me in a fight?"
"You're still with that shit?"
"C'mon, you want to do it, so go ahead."
"Now?"
"Better in private." He towered over you.
You took that as a sign and immediately grabbed his arms and with another move, he was on the floor. He chuckled a little, "All you got?" and with that, he pushed you off, standing up with a knife gripped to his fist.
"Oh sergeant, I know you can do better."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, matter of fact, do it again."
You nod and try that move one more time, before you could pin him to the floor, he had your body pressed against his.
His right hand at your waist whilst the other held a knife to your throat, his lips near your ear. “What’s wrong, Liebe, can’t take me now?” His voice low, hinting at his excitement towards your past actions towards him.
His hand traveling down your waist, "I know you want me, liebling."
He makes you kneel down, "C'mon, I know you want to." His voice now low. Your hands at end of his zipper as you smiled up with doe eyes. The tip of his knife under your chin, he made you look at him. You slowly lowered his trousers, his bulge making you more excited, soon, as he grew desperate, he took matters into his own hands.
His throbbing length on his hand, his finger tips parting your lips. He made you spit on it and soon you took him into your mouth. He had a hold of your head, gripping it as you sucked him off. His moans louder by the minute. He groaned and bucked his hips, trying to get more out of your pretty mouth.
"just...yes...just like that...oh mein" His voice hinting the small whimpers that would escape his lips.
He wanted to compare his size to your face, so he took it out of your mouth and slapped it against your lips and cheeks, you licked it up and down. Tears down your face from when you gagged and choked on it. Some of his saliva from when he'd spit in your mouth, also dripped down.
A smile would appear when he'd hear you gag on his cock, but he would make you stay there, trying to sculpt your pretty little mouth and throat to his size.
What you couldn't fit would be on your hand, jerking it off as you tried to take him all in your mouth. When he was close to cumming, he stopped you for a bit. His knife still on your chin as he caressed your face.
He spit on his hand and mixed it with your tears and the pre cum he left behind when he slapped your face with his cock. "You don't take your pretty eyes off me when I cum, understand?"
"Yes" He slapped you a little, "Yes what?"
"Yes, sir" You replied
"Good boy/girl."
Once more, you started to give him head. He moaned and gripped your hair as he was started to get close to his climax. It was starting to get messy for you, all of the liquids mixing in your mouth and around your face, his pubic hair at times coming in contact with your face when he'd thrust a deeper into your throat.
His moans louder than before and he came undone in your mouth. He pulled out and looked at you, cleaning some of his mess from your lips.
"Swallow." He commanded, the same knife back at your chin. And as his dumb little slut, you obeyed. You swallow his warm and sticky fluid, you opened your mouth to show him how well you had obeyed and he smiled.
He leaned down and kissed you. His hands at the sides of your face as he deepened each kiss.
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN
A/N: my brain died a little and I think you can tell where exactly...anyways, to those asking how I get in the mood to write smut, I listen to music and eat some crisps whilst writing this. :)
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Who's The Savior?
Manny, Mayans Mc X OFC
"Bunny, You alright there sweetheart?!" Tanner called out from across the desert. The ex-navy seal stood at the staggering height of six feet and four inches tall, with shaggy chestnut-brown hair, a Greek god-like chiseled build, and a babyish face that was fresh of any facial hair. One of the Mayans stood in front of him with the end of an AK-47 pressed against the back of his curls. "Alright, you got our girl and we got your guy. Bring us the girl now!" Ordered Riker, A heavily tattooed blonde with wild, piercing blue eyes. His sun-kissed skin was covered in thick layers of ink. Toned and Muscular but not nearly as buff as his best friend. He had platinum blonde hair that was cut short into a sleek back mohawk. His trigger finger itches to unload his M4-carbine into the low lives before him, "Give her to us you fucks!" "Y-yes! I'm okay! Just be cool guys please," She called out with teary eyes and a pleading tone as she stood behind Manny. The tall and lanky male rested his hand against her shoulder as he led her to them. His touch sent unexplainable shivers down her spine. He provided her with this unspeakable security. "Don't shed no more tears, muñeca, everything's gonna be alright."He whispered raspily and Bunny slowed down her shaky breaths. "Thank you, Manny." She said in a soft tone that held a delicate whisper to it. His warm hand only squeezed her shoulder in response. Tanner nudged the captive Mayan forward as soon as Bunny was in arm's reach. Bunny went rushing into Tanner's arms and hugged him by the waist tightly. His large hand patted her back and gripped her waist with one of his hands despite holding his gun in the other. "Fucking wetbacks," Riker seethed before he had unleashed the bullets from his gun. The thought of them doing anything to His and Tanner's girl caused an animalistic rage to boil within him. The man wasn't a stranger to using Mexicans as target practice either. He'd done horrific things to them in his military days and wanted to do worse now. Tanner followed along with his friend and shot forward until Bunny intercepted. "NO! No Riker stop!" Bunny screamed in horror as she watched the Yuma men drop. Without giving her actions much thought, she rushed in front of Manny who had dropped. "Bunny what the fuck?!" "Get the hell up and away from him, woman!" "No!" she cried as she sat on her knees beside him. He'd been shot in his knees and shoulders. "This is wrong! He protected me, He's got a child to go home to for Christ's sake! You can't kill him! I won't let you." Both men gripped their guns tightly as they looked from her to one another. Silently debating with their eyes. "Tanner please…" Bunny pleaded with her more reasonable lover. "Alright sugar," The brunette sighed before shaking his head and slowly began lowering his weapon, "Put it down, Rike." "Fuck." Riker spat in annoyance before lowering his weapon, "Looks like it's your lucky day wetback." he smirked down at Manny, sinisterly. Despite coughing up blood and wheezing, Manny's eyes were stuck in a cold glare towards the redneck. "I'm so sorry, "Bunny whispered as she placed her hand against his cheek. The rumbling of motorcycle engines could be heard in the distance getting closer and closer. The pair held eye contact for a few lingering moments before the plump woman was snatched up by her blonde-haired lover and thrown over his shoulder. "Time to go princess," Riker announced as he pushed her into the backseat of the Jeep. "Move out! They're getting close." Riker hollered as he sent shots into the air in an attempt to prologue how close the Yuma biker gang was getting. Tanner did as told, placing his foot harshly on the gas pedal, and sped off through the desert.
And months after the events of that weekend happened, Manny couldn't help but let his mind wander off to the bubbly, free-soul, beautiful brown-skinned brunette that saved him. Even when he was safely home with his daughter and family, he wondered how she was. If she was okay, how she looked, and most of all...He wondered if her lips felt as soft as they were when they'd kissed the night before the trade-off. What he didn't know was that she thought of him as well.
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*little dancey dance* I got snacks.
Isekai'd
Part 6: The One Bullet
Part 5
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Warning! ⚠
⚠ cussing, weapons and guns(pew pew), reader is surprisingly calm, all caps for screeching dialog, bold red italics = sound effects, the probability of death is inching closer and closer ⚠
"Of course this would happen!", you say pacing around your room that you got at a nearby Inn. "Thank you SO much universe! I really wanted to be fucking yeeted into a hell hole of a planet and get stuck in the clusterfuck of events!"
You threw down your coat and let out a frustrated yell, kicking the foot of the bed.
"JUST MY FUCKING LUCK!", you huff and sit down on the bed, starting to calm yourself down.
Ok, think. Its not long till the July military police get here. You look out of your room window. I probably have enough time to get a .22 caliber bullet.
Putting on your coat, you got ready and made sure to take your scythe.
As the suns began to set, you made your way over to see the duel. Making sure to stand nearby to give the bullet to the lady from the diner.
The crazy ass captain shot out the cluster bomb and screams went off.
"Vash! Get down here!", Rosa shouted up at the blonde.
"Tell everyone to take cover!", he responded and turned around to face the falling bombs.
5.....4....3...2..1. You count down in your head.
"BULLETS! I COULD REALLY USE SOME BULLETS!", Vash shouts out after rushing towards the edge of the cliff he's on. "A FEW .22 CALIBERS WOULD BE DANDY!!"
You calmly walk over to the woman backing up.
"COME ON GUYS! ANY TIME NOW!?"
" 'Scuse me Ma'am.", you startle the woman when tapping her shoulder.
"Huh?", she looks at you confused.
"Bullet.", you say and hold it out to her.
She gets the message quickly and takes the bullet before making her way to Meryl.
Whelp, I've done my bit for today. You think and start walking away, not wanting to feel the heat from the explosives.
You don't notice the woman looking for you to properly give thanks.
.
"HURRY! HELP! PLEASE!! I NEED AMMO!", Vash yells before crying out in stress, tears streaming down his face as he lifts his hands to the sides of his head.
"Special delivery!"
The blonde turns his head when hearing Meryl.
"It's from Rosa!", the small woman shouts before reeling back her arm and throwing the one bullet at him.
He jumps to catch it but the bullet is shot out of his reach by the captain.
Not wasting any time, he runs after it.
"Come to daddy!", he gasps between breaths, pushing himself to go faster.
Jumping forward with an outstretched arm, it feels like time slows down as he manages to catch the bullet.
"Got'cha!"
Quickly moving to load the gun, he mumbles, "Much obliged.", in relief as he puts the bullet in the barrel.
As he aims up to the sky, his gun is shot by the captain.
"I don't think so!", the man in uniform says as he runs over to shoot at the blonde.
Vash dodges the bullets quickly and flips the man over his shoulder, letting him bounce off the ground before hitting the man on the back of his neck to knock him out.
Running over to get a piece of the rock, the ace gunman breaks it out before tossing it up high into the air with a shout and takes aim.
BANG!
The rock breaks apart when shot and the pieces shoot off, hitting the bombs surrounding it.
It only takes a second for all of them to explode. The power of the blast forms a dust cloud that extends until it falls off of the rock.
After the July police were detained, the town threw a party at the diner to celebrate.
Vash walks over to the bar and waves at the pregnant woman on the other side. "Thanks Rosa! If it wasn't for your bullet, we wouldn't be here.", he smiles, leaning on the bar counter.
"Don't thank me. Some stranger gave it to me.", she says, getting drinks to serve to one of the tables.
"What? Really?", the blonde says surprised. "Are they still around?"
"Can't say. When I looked back to thank them, they disappeared.", she says and goes out from behind the counter. "Must have been an angel."
Rosa leaves him be and makes her way over to the table with singing drunks.
"An angel?", he blinks.
For some reason, the medic he met a while back comes to mind.
No way. He shakes his head and goes back to his table. It couldn't have been them.
.
..
...
Could it?
.
You were back in your room, making a list of medical supplies to buy before all Hell breaks loose.
Mother fucking Knives. You think and grumble out a few more curses.
"I'm gonna end up broke because of you.", you huff, letting your head fall back and look up at the ceiling.
Doesn't matter, as long as I can help out to ease his conscience. You tell yourself.
Then all of a sudden you feel your ears burn.
"What the heck?", you say and touch one of your ears. "Is someone talking about me?"
You shrug and get ready for bed.
I should sleep now, I'm gonna need the energy for tomorrow. You think and have a feeling that another weird dream is waiting for you.
✴
For some reason you snapped your eyes open.
Standing up and looking around, you find the ship's green house empty. No Rem or little Vash in sight.
Weird. You think, not moving from your spot. Someone's always here.
Then when you decide to turn around, you see an almost identical blonde child standing behind you.
Freezing on the spot, you just stare.
WHAT THE FUCK!? NAI YOU LITTLE CREEP!
"Vermin.", the pale blue eyed boy says randomly.
Did this.. You get pissed off. This little shit!
"Oh please, not every human is trash.", you respond. "Yeah a good amount of them are but that doesn't mean all of them have to die."
All the boy does is frown at you.
"Whatever, all you're doing is trying to protect your brother.", you say and turn away from him to look at the red flowered meadow. "You do carry it out in the worst possible way though."
Silence settles in between both of you after.
At some point you look over at the kid and find him standing next to you, also looking at the flowers.
Not wanting to break whatever 'peace' this is, you look back at the flowers.
...
"Do you think you can protect him?"
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I re-watched episode one over and over to get it right.
~Seline, the person.
Next: Part 7
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I just finished watching Jungle Emperor '89 and its got me so fucked up I cant stop thinking about it... like Leo (Kimba) literally let himself get shot because he wanted the fighting to end. He wanted the pain to end and for everyone to live in peace. After all his fighting and struggling for a utopia where animals can live in peace, waging a war against the military who was coming in for mineral resources in Panja's Jungle, struggling with himself, his instincts, and his need to eat, he was rewarded with pain again and again until he died for it. His last words really hurt the most. The peaceful look on his face right after being shot, fading in and out as spikes of pain radiated through he body as he struggled to survive and get one final message across.
"Who are you really fighting against? It's just you and us here... And... We won't fight anymore. What is it you want? Why must you kill for it? I don't want anyone else to die... I don't want to die either... But... if I have to, I'll... I'll let you take my life. But after that... please... don't kill anyone else..."
#up next is my critical review for this series#long story short i cant say i recommend it#but#for me#it was worth it.#kimba the white lion#jungle emperor#jungle emperor leo#kimba#osamu tezuka
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Peace | Steve Harrington x Military! Reader
Notes: It's 2am and I can't sleep, so have some Steve angst <3 This is my first time writing angst so I hope it's somewhat good
Warnings: Descriptive Death, mention of sex
Words: 892
"You don't need to worry, I've been trained to do this.", you said to Steve while strapping your M4 on your back. "Uh, yeah, I sure hope so.", he said in an ironic tone. You turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his waist while leaning against him. "Won't let anything happen to me, promise." You looked up to him, trying to remember all of his features. His brown eyes looked so peaceful right now, his lips curled up into a slight smile which made his eyebags visible. Some people might be insecure about their eyebags, but Steve's only showed when he smiled so they were the most beautiful thing to you. And his hair - oh god, his hair. You let one of your hands run through his hair, trying to remember it's structure. "I love you. Steve.", you mumbled. He leaned down towards you, whispered "I love you, too." and kissed you.
Those words rang in his ears over and over again when he saw you laying on the ground. You were barely conscious, spitting up blood and trying to instruct Robin and Nancy how to save you. "(Y/N), stop talking. You're using up energy.", Steve pleaded. He felt like a lost child, watching the life drift from your eyes as he held your hand. "Put the compress on it and wrap the bandage around it." You couldn't even hear Steve anymore, but your eyes were fixated on him. You could feel him. You could smell him. But you didn't hear him. It's a shame - his voice was your favourite sound.
You felt cold. Everything was so cold. Only Steve's hand gave you warmth. You started trembling, your vision got blury. But knowing that Steve was there, you felt oddly calm. You weren't scared. It was your time to go, you knew that.
"I love you, Steve.", you mumbled out. He replied to you, but you didn't hear him. So you assumed that he said the same thing back. But you saw the tears falling from his eyes, even though he tries to keep his composure.
"Stevie?" Your head shot up from his chest. It was 2am, both of you couldn't sleep so the two of you did what you do best - fuck all night. Unfortunately, that didn't make you tired either. "Hm?", he said while looking down on you. "When this whole monster thing starts again, and something happens to me." Those words concerned him. He sat upright in your bed, pulling you with him. "What are you talking about?", he said with his eyebrows knitted together. "If I happen to die when all those...weird things start again-" He interrupted you. "(Y/N), please don't say that." Steve looked so sad now. "Where is this coming from?" You took his hands in your and gave them one tight squeeze. "I'm not exactly hoping for it to happen, and I don't think it will. But Steve, this has been on my mind for weeks so please just listen so I can feel better." While he still looked concerned, he gave you a slow nod to continue. "If I die there somewhere, and you find me...I know how quick people start yelling for help or for someone to stay awake. I just want you to...to not scream. I want to die in peace. I mean, you can cry and all that but..." He interrupted you with a soft kiss on your lips. "I understand.", he said in a tone that was just as soft as his kiss. When Steve broke the kiss he pulled you on his lap. "If it were to happen, and you know that I won't let you leave me." You giggled at his words. "I'll let you leave in peace." While this conversation wasn't one you wished to have, it made you feel better. It's been stuck in your head for weeks now. "Thank you, Stevie.", you whispered while leaning forward again. "Of course, sweetheart." Steve closed the gap between your lips after finishing his sentence.
Steve knew that it was a lost cause - saving you, trying to keep you alive. He knew his priorities were in giving you a peaceful passing. With Robins help, he carefully laid your head on his lap for some comfort. "I love you, sweetheart.", he said quietly while stroking the top of your head. "Love you so much. I'll never love anyone else as much as you." You looked up at with glassy eyes fully fixated on him. Steve felt so numb right now - the love of his life was dying right before his eyes and he couldn't do anything about it. You tried raising your arm to touch his face, it was shaking so much, so Steve leaned forwards to help you. Cold fingers ran along his cheeks, over his nose and down to his lips. He knew you so well, knew what you wanted, so with some more help from Robin and Nancy he cradled you in his arms to kiss you one last time. Steve would always remember how your last breath hit his skin as he kissed you. Once your lips went numb against his own, he knew you left. He did his job, he let you die in peace.
So now he could scream at your lifeless body to come back to him.
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My submission to @glitterypirateduck ‘s Gazfest, also first post
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Kyle (Gaz) Garrick x GN!Reader
Gaz and Reader were high school friends (?) Before Gaz went off to the British Army. He's now back in New England along with the 141 Task Force for some bar-hopping and rescuing fun??
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TW : Mild Harresment (not from any of the 141 task force), Old Friends, Mentions of Trying to Underage Drink.
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The bar atmosphere was perfect from the lighting down to the music. My friends had already started heading among the other bars opposed to myself, deciding to stick to this one bar. Reason? Because of him, Kyle. Kyle Garrick. It's been over 6 years now, and I'm still hooked on him. This was the first bar we ever tried our fake IDs and also the last, being that we were suspended from school as our science teacher was there to catch us. These memories we've made sticks as a reminder to what we had. Not to mention that anything I do somehow reminds me of Kyle.
I'm drawn out forcefully from my thoughts by a hand wrapping around my waist.
"So what're we having tonight, beautiful?" A whisper spoke into my ear with a hint of Jack. I put on my best customer service smile and try to deter the conversation while also moving the hand who had an unormally strong hold on me.
"Nothing much, just water." I state struggling now to move the hand. That actually starts to piss me off. "Now, can you please move your hand?" I speak calmly, again trying not to esculate the situation.
"That's it? Here, I got you. Bartend! Get this lovely lady here one of your finest shots!" He yells practically in my ear. Just as fast as he ordered the drink slid our way. His hand on my hip cutting off the circulation to my waist. But he uses his free hand to offer me the drink.
"No thank you. But again, can you let go of my waist? It's hurting me." I state gritting my teeth now, the fingers enterlinked with my waist still not fucking moving. I see him look at the drink almost disappointed, then he trys forcing me to drink it. This little boy cannot take rejection can he?
"Come on, you know you want it." He does a rise of an eyebrow, furthering the ick I already have. While also being the last straw. I grab the drink from his hand and then throwing the drink into his stupid face.
"Jesus!" He cries, i take this opportunity to try and smash the drink against his once again stupid face. Till, a hand stops me. Easily overpowering me. Looking back I see,
"Relax, he's not worth it." An easily recognizable voice speaks over the now seemingly ear wrenching music.
"Kyle?" I question but knowing the answer rightfully so, I watch his eyes as he glances at me then to the man glarring daggers at the both of us. Kyle drops my hand and proceeds to step infront of me.
"You got a problem?" Kyle questions, a very much rhetorical question. Kyle then sends the stupid faced man a glare and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, almost ushering me out the bar.
"What the hell!?" I yell, trying to be angry at him from stopping me getting arrested on assault charges but excitement quickly taking over instead. I grasp onto him tightly, wanting to never let go.
"Seems like somebody missed me?" He says, quickly returning the hug.
"Missed you so much." The glint in his eyes telling me the same goes for him. The eyes I missed spacing out into, the man I missed having in my arms. Just like this. Letting go of Kyle, he does a full examination (checking out) of myself.
"Are you okay?" He questions concern taking over his features, pretty features may I add.
"Yes, I am. Thanks to you, huh?" I say, trying to ease the shaking of adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream.
"More like thanks to yourself! You handled yourself pretty well. You also look very well taken care of." He smiles, seemingly easing a pervious worry he had?
"You don't look too bad yourself, Kyle." I return the smile, checking him out for myself as well. He's tanner, even with a more defined outline for himself. "Is the military treating you well out there?" I ask, noticing the cut on his cheek. I bring my hand up to get a closer look at it, not noticing the gap that seems to close ever so slightly. I can feel the warmth coming out of his skin. That seems to be getting hotter by the second. "Do you have a fever? You're awfully hot."
"God damnit." He curses under his breath. Suddenly, he pulls me in by my shoulders, then works his way up to my face. Holding it loosely as if to tell me I can leave at any point. "Can I kiss you?" He asks, hope swimming in his eyes. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I return the favor by grabbing his face and pulling him in the rest of the way. I pull away asking,
"Do you seriously have a fever?" He rolls his eyes and pulls me back in with a muffled 'No'.
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I honestly do not know how I feel about this LOLS, but I wrote this in an hour. (Not grammarly checked or spelled checked.)
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Blades drawn, she groaned.
"I fucking hate influencers."
"DROP THE WEAPON!" Shouted the militaristic man, a combat medic. A man who briefly saw combat and was "heavily traumatised" no doubt true, but hardly as debilitating as the act he put on.
"no." The woman walked towards the group, drones floating around them streaming the event. The building had been evacuated long before they'd ever showed up. He'd warned their boss, but noooo. They're just influencers. Well now they'd invaded a base.
"Drop it. Please." She growled at that, pure unfiltered annoyance as she walked past the acting space.
Hesitating, the three paused. She was breaking protocol. He didn't recognise her. The uniform or her mask. Was she new?
"I won't fucking drop my weapon. You're on private land. Get off or else."
Her voice muffled, shadows twinkling in the dark around them. The blown up wall behind the influencers being the main source of light in the shot.
"well alright. But prepare to face the might of-"
She drew her sword wordlessly as he pulled his out.
"I have no want for weapons or death today. Leave. Or else." His voice were paper thin now, a very direct threat...
"ahem. THE MIGHTY BLADE-"
The weapon's handle was cut, pinky sliced off as she rested the blade on her shoulders.
"out. Or else."
Something clicked, a while ago there was an accident of some sort at a ball. Every died because of it, but she'd been there. And a bombing didn't make sense from the magical burns...
Their friend back off, stepping away from the wall as her friend looked at her confused. "uh. Lacy? What are you doing?"
Anger boiled in my blood. Clearly the government hadn't told them.
"let me make one thing clear. This isn't a fucking place for you to swing your goddamn weight around to look good on stream. This is a fucking place for hybrids-"
"To get experimented on?"
She turned to her, body shaking now. Rage before. Calm. "no. It's a safehouse for the abused." She raised her weapon.
"but sure. This is all a bit. You've only blown open a wall into a private military group's building. But sure, let's fucking do this."
The two streamers started walking back, as the woman began glowing. Fire sparking around them as her blade ignited with red fire.
"you can uh. Tone the fire down."
"you don't get it yet? I'm an actual fucking hybrid. Not like you, you fake piece of SHIT."
Flames erupted from her, wings erupting behind her as the drones became engulfed in fire. Her friends thrown out the building as the woman stepped out. Ankle monitor beeping as she stepped out the building.
Shattering the device with a stomp, the street vibrated with energy.
"YEAH YEAH. I KNOW. I'M NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE." She shouted at a public camera, hand igniting into a blade.
"An actual. Hybrid?" Asked one of them, leaning against the wall, mixed blood influencer. Someone who didn't pay attention during history.
"surprisingly, your little acts you've made. You've done. Are actually insults. You lot were supposed to be killed, but you weren't really being hybrids. Just mimicking them. A show. Annoying. But not offensive to us. But then you blew open my shelter. So here's what I'm gonna do."
Her weapon burned a bright purple, runes dancing around the woman now snapping at the two influencers. Camera focused on them.
"I'm gonna rip the flesh from your bones and send you to Jehovah."
Energy swiped across the building, cutting the wall like a plasma cutter. Leaving a gash through the wall as two bodies dropped.
"You. Bee girl. Give your gear back to your mother, If I see you try this again, I'm stripping your rank and leaving you hanging from the CBD."
She stepped into the portal, leaving two bodies and blood burned onto the wall.
FUCK YOU.
-Triage
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February 25th
No, she is not who you think she is. The name was far more popular than you expected. Also, when I write this is Bulgaria's 49th government election day. I voted. So, here is how I see life back in the first years of change (after 1989). Since I know a good deal of information about it.
Maybe someone will see left hints or dedications here and there...Good for you.
The thing is filled with drunk insults and beating.
Please be sure to proceed with caution.
*imagine here is a whole birthday divorce arc, guys. I am lazy writing it twice.*
— Motherfucking politicians! Look at them. Promises aplenty, but nothing is done! I wish to shoot them all off with the AK from the military. That's all they deserve. They will fuck up the next generations to come!
— Shut up! You will wake up the kid, idiot!
— Ugh, fine. I was there last year. Reporting people. And now!? I have to feed 3 mouths, with mine - 4. And to work on 3 places at the same time. This is a nightmare I will never wake up from.
— Now is not the time to complain. Did you even vote?
— Who gives a fuck about that, Petya!
— I do...but...actually, I don't.
The following silence from her husband's side frustrated Petya. Mother of two, her situation was not good either. She also wanted to work, leaving her two children at kindergarten and daycare, but her husband did not allow her to. Before they had their second son, both were voting together. But now, something was different. This was not the same guy she met at university.
The man switched off the television, attempting not to look even more pissed off at the empty-headed people that must be shot. He went to the kitchen and got himself a beer, then to the balcony to smoke.
It was a rare occasion. He - at home, sans responsibilities, having time to kill. That worried him. One of his jobs was at a newspaper, writing and editing news, but no one called him today. The other job was during a whole different season of the year.
— Why did you not take the kids out today? — no response. — I am asking you something! Are you even listening to me?! Hey!
— WHAT!
— I asked you something.
— Is it about voting again? I told you not to bother me.
— You did not tell me such a — she sighed in frustration — and it is about the children. Do you care for them at all? I wanted you to take them on a walk, buy them a toy, feed them...I don't know, I wanted you to care! All you did was scream at the television today and you woke the little one up! How could you!? — the teary eyes and red face made her sullen but she wanted to continue this argument.
— Ah, stubborn like always. Look, if I didn't care...then why would I still be in this hellhole?
— THIS IS A HELLHOLE!? ALL I DO IS A HELLHOLE? MY LOVE???? AND THE CHILDREN'S TOO??! ARE YOU OUT OF YO-
He slapped her. Silence prevailed. Petya was dumbfounded by the sudden slap in her face. Her mind was filled with unspoken words and curses to her beloved. This adrenaline boost made her forget the pain but...
— Mommy!! Little bwotha...is cwying. Mommy, you are cwying too??
— Mommy needs a break, let me come and help your brother. Let's go. - said the father, grinning at the 4-year-old in front of him. — What a good boy you are! Helping your brother!
Petya did not even comment. She could not comment. Why should she? Is it not better to stay quiet and do her housework while he brings the money. Maybe this is how life will be.
— Alright, little warrior, why were you crying?
— Mommy and you were sceeeming loud.
— Ah, were we that loud...geez. We...were just talking. But...
— No, daddy, You were not. She never shouts like that. When she cooks, cleans and plays with us. She is so happy. We love mommy. — said the younger one and hugged the older one.
— Fuck... — he cursed under his breath. — I apologise.
— For what, daddy? — asked the older one. — did you do something wrong?
— Nevermind. It is getting late, you should both go to sleep.
He proceeded to exit the room.
— Daddy! Read us or tell us a tale. Please.
— Alright...let me see...Andersen, Grimm...ugh, I will just think of one. Here we go. Once upon a time, there was a little farmer, who had a favourite bull. It was one of the few bulls in the village, actually. So, this little boy loved this big animal that grew up with him. When he was 5 or 6, he saw it getting born. And the parents, the farmers who had at least a hundred cows felt like this bull is truly something. So, they let their son feed it and the animal began to follow him everywhere.
— Even at school?
— Even at school.
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