#Squad duty is always fun ❤️

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Pretty sunset in Hateno 😍

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I LOVED your Tighnari fics(found u throu the mushroom one)!! may i request one with Tighnari ,itto (and any other chara u like) in heat/rut whatever you like to call it! just imagine y/n growimg more irresistible during that time!!

a/n: I absolutely can! I'm glad you liked them. That ask was really fun for me to write. And so will this one. I hope you enjoy❤️ this is my first time writing Itto btw. I'm a little nervous lol I got a little smutty with it. I hope you don't mind.

Pps. OMG I'm so sorry that Itto's part is so short. I posted this on accident after I finished Tighnari's. I can write a longer part for Itto to make up for it! Again I am so so sorry. I had scramble to write it before anyone saw. I'm really embarrassed.

Tighnari x reader Itto x reader Smut. Written during their heat cycles

When Tighnari was in heat, he got incredibly possessive. You were in Sumeru City getting a new string for Tighnari's bow, and because Cyno had a letter from Candace for you.

There something about the way he thought Cyno's hand lingered a little to long over yours when he handed you the letter. He put an arm around you, shooting Cyno a look that said: you are way too close, step back a little. "That will be all, Cyno, thank you," he said

Cyno didn't hold it against him. He knew Tighnari better than anyone. He understood what was going on.

"Tighnari, it's okay, calm down," you said softly, trying to reason with him once you got back to Gandharva Ville. You rubbed his ears soothingly. "He was just giving me a letter."

Tighnari sighed, tilting his head into your hand. You were the only that he let touch his ears. "I know, but his smell is all over you, it's overpowering."

Gritting his teeth, Tighnari suddenly latched his mouth onto your neck. He licked at the fold of skin in his mouth, sucking on it. You put an arm around him, pressing his mouth closer to your neck. This was calming him down.

"Tighnari, you are in heat, aren't you?" You weren't dumb. You had feeling he was, giving his snapping at Cyno. He normally would never do that.

"Mhm," he mumbled against your skin, "so good.." he murmured, "you taste so good it's making me dizzy."

Marking you somehow before you left for Forest Ranger duties in the morning became a daily thing when he was in heat. He could only mumble, sometimes sounding slightly drunk about how good you smelled or tasted.

As his heat cycle progressed, he eventually took both himself and you off of duty. He would trust Collei to take care of his patrols and you would trust the second in command on the squad you led to take of your's. New recruits were coming in a few days, and you couldn't have him snapping at them if he thought they got too close to you.

You told him to stop apologizing everytime a fit of lust gripped him. The pace would vary during your "cooling down" sessions. Sometimes he would slowly rut into you, bringing you into a toe curling orgasm. Other times his pace was fast and frenzied, he wasn't satisfied until both you and him had cummed at least twice.

It was also vital for Tighnari to hear you say that you were his mate at least once during these sessions.

Itto was in a rut. You knew everytime when he was. Whenever his gang got in trouble, he would always tell them to listen to you more and not him. You were "Mommy" and he was "Daddy"

Itto was seemed insatiable during this time. His cool down sessions were rough and frantic, pounding into to you for what seemed like hours. He wasn't satisfied until he cummed multiple times inside of you, his grip nearly bruising on your skin until you screamed his name.

You didn't mind, your love making sessions were usually loud and rough anyhow, it wasn't any different when he was in a rut.

Calling you pet names became a more constant thing than usual. He would openly grope you public, or drag you into an abandoned alley in random fits of lust.

"Itto, we are in public, someone might see us," you pleaded as he roughly thrust into you. He ignored you for a moments, so in lost in his lust for you that didn't respond right away.

"I know, but I can't help myself. You look so good and I need you right now."

You had a clamp hand over your mouth when you orgasmed. Someone would come running in your direction surely if they heard the way you felt compelled to scream his name.

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Brewing Storm - Army vs Navy

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Warnings: 18+ in future chapters, MDNI, canon violence, mentions of injuries, fighting, drug trafficking

Reader is non-descriptive, only Candy is frequently used as nickname

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Part 2 - Army vs Navy

Thunderous roars from the crowds shook the stands watching the game. The Daggers had joined the rest of Top Gun to cheer for the Navy football team, hoping to get the win this time.

"You think they'll make it this year 'round? Reuben asked, turning to their captain and team leader with a broad grin. 

Maverick leaned on his knees, the beer held lightly in his hand as Hondo and Warlock joined the squad on the stands. “They better, we’ve got a reputation to uphold.” Both the Rear Admiral and the Chief Warrant officer chuckled at his words. Looking over at his team he saw one of them missing. Ever since they had gotten back from the Uranium mission Hangman had been different. 

Something had changed for the pilot. He still was just as cocky as before - he had to be sitting in those planes and keeping the country safe - but he was more open with his team, talking about his fear, something he had shoved down deep before when he lost his first wingman. 

“Where’s Seresin?”

Looking around, Bob pointed his cup of peanuts down to the south entrance where a blond in a Texas Longhorns shirt stood talking to a woman decked out in security apparel. “He was talking to her when we got in and told us he’d come later.”

“He’s been trying to get her to talk to him for the last two weeks since she arrived but he hasn’t had any luck so far.” Javy told his team mates and superiors with a broad smile on his lips, knowing they’d laugh just as much as him that the playboy Hangman wasn’t able to land with a woman he’s had his eyes on.

“No way, Bagman couldn’t get her to sleep with him?” Phoenix questioned with a shake of her head. She’d never thought she’d see the day when Jake Seresin  wouldn't get what he wanted. "Must be something in the air then."

Slinging his arm around her shoulders, Rooster drew his team mate and not so secret lover into his side. "Nah, he's been different ever since we got back."

Nodding their heads, the team mates and superiors turned their eyes on Hangman and the agent conversing at the field entrance.

"You don't give up easily, do you, Lieutenant?" You asked as the last fan was checked over on your side and walked inside the stadium. 

Jake Seresin, decked out in burnt orange, standing there with his hands shoved down so deep in his pockets you wondered if he was going to fold in half that way. "Actually, I was going to give up but then I saw you last night at the Hard Deck again and well, I'm going to try every damn day if I have to to get you to go on a date with me."

"You know I'm on duty, right? No way for you to flirt with me."

"I'll wait till you get off. Then I'll annoy you again." 

Shaking your head you turned to Lucille and Connor who were both trying to look as stern as possible at the pilot, yet they couldn't keep the glint out of their eye.

"Well, you better get to your seat, the game's about to start and I think those Top Gun people over there are looking for you." You pointed at a group of people that were intently keeping their eyes on Seresin and you.

Grumbling to himself, the Lieutenant shook his head. "Listen, I've been trying to get you to go on a date with me for a few weeks now and you always shut me down. Will you at least listen to me when I come to you after the game?"

Your partners watched you expectantly, waiting for your answer. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Gibbs wasn't going to like it if he heard about this - if he did. As long as you were in San Diego and he was back in Washington he wasn't going to know what had happened here. "I, okay. I'll be waiting here but I'm telling you Lieutenant, if you start getting handsy with me, I'll pull every move I learned with the FBI and you'll be sorry you started talking to me.”

Biting the inside of his cheek Jake tried to stop the grin that was about to break out all over his face. “You won’t regret it darlin’.” 

“You don’t even know my name!”  You called after him as he jogged back to the group of aviators sitting at the lower stands close to the field.

Grinning, he turned around, running backwards. “Don’t worry, I’ll remember your face!"

You shook your head with a chuckle as you joined the NCIS agents posing as security. "I thought you'd be Little Miss Tough FBI Agent, not letting anybody get close to you. And here you'll be going on a date with Mister Hot Aviator."

Keeping your eyes on him, you absentmindedly shrugged. Yeah, Gibbs and your mom would definitely hate it, they’d try to send you to Europe far away from SoCal just to get the point of No boys across but you were an adult and you knew what you were doing. “Let’s just hope he’ll not be distracted by the cheerleaders.”

Connor chuckled, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. “With you, Candy, the cheer girls are far, so far down on the list of distractions, Flyboy won’t even be able to focus on the game.”

But would he really?

Hours later after the match was over and done with, Jake said his goodbyes to the Daggers agreeing to meet up after their training the next day at the Hard Deck like they always did. He made his way to the part of the stadium you had been stationed at as security when he heard shouting coming from the side entrance of the field.

"Hope you learned your lesson, boy." One said and Jake could make out a gun pointed at the younger man.

Mumbling a curse he slowly moved towards the group of men. He didn’t know what was going down there but it wasn’t looking good. "Hey bud, the game's over, everybody left already! Did you forget we're meeting at the Deck?"

Feigning ignorance might have been a way to go about things in a different situation, but what Jake walked in on looked way worse than he could imagine.

"The fuck you want? We've got some business to attend to, so move along and get out of here."

"No can do, sorry. I'll be taking my buddy here and we'll be on our way."

The aviator could see the burly guy standing behind his trigger-happy friend clenching his jaw. His hands curled into fists as he took a step to the side. "Boss said to finish it, let's do it."

Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Jake wasn't sure what had made him walk up to the scene. He'd faced certain death while in his jet and never feared to meet his maker but this right here was sending chills up his spine.

Nodding his head, the guy with the gun lined it up with the boy's head. "No offense, but you've seen too much." He said and his forefinger caressed the trigger.

The bang of a gunshot pulled you out of your thoughts. You had been cleaning up the tables you had used as your station for the match game, your mind drifting to the blonde pilot and what he was going to do, if he'd even show up. Yet when fifteen minutes after the end of the match he still hadn't shown up you knew it was all big talk.

That was when you heard the deafening sound of a shot echoing through the empty halls. Pulling your service fun from the holster, you clicked off the safety and ran to where you had heard the sound. Footsteps swiftly moved away from the entrance telling you, you were at the right place. Gun raised and heart racing, your feet carried you to the scene. Seeing the body on the floor and a person leaning over them had you swallowing the lump that formed. No matter how often you had been in the field and in these kinds of situations, it still made you uncomfortable.

"NCIS! Step away and raise your hands where I can see them! Now!"

Slowly they moved away, knowing you'd shoot if they were too fast. With raised hands the person turned around and you saw the burnt orange shirt underneath the jacket and the blond of the green eyed pilot you had been waiting for.

"Shit."

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