#jason kolchek smut

[house-of-kolchek]

Hi !! I’ve been reading a bunch of your fics cause im hyper fixated on Jason Kolcheck rn. And I was wondering if you could do a Jason Kolcheck x reader fic where Jason has a breeding kink😵‍💫I would really appreciate if you did it cause my birthdays next week so it would be like a birthday present anyways, thats my request/idea. Thanks, love your fics❤️🤭

Hello!! Happy belated birthday dear!

I'm so sorry I was late with this - I was trying to get it finished by the end of the week but life got in the way a little bit. I hope you enjoy this!!

Put a Baby in Me, Darlin' (18+)

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings? JasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasa-

Word Count: 2k

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When Jason looked at you, he looked hungry. 

Which didn’t bode particularly well considering you were in the middle of a child's birthday party.

But no. You weren’t one to back down from a challenge.

You smirked at the man, sending him a wink before turning your attention back to the group of girls - all under the age of ten. You grinned, bowing your head and allowing one of the girls - Charlotte, who sported adorably mismatched pigtails - to place a too-small plastic tiara on your head. 

“My, my, what an honor to be granted the title of representative,” you gushed, your voice taking on an exaggerated posh accent. Charlotte giggled, returning your bow before rushing back to her friends, all sprawled across the lawn looking eagerly at your form. In their eyes, you could clearly see they didn’t understand even half your words, but they still faced you with the glimmer of absolute fascination.

“Repentive!!” One of the girls shrieked, erupting into laughter at the hilarity of the word. 

So maybe they were paying more attention than you gave credit for. 

“Alas!” you announced, your voice nearly cracking with your accent. “My first act as representative-” the girls giggled, erupting a soft pang in your heart “-will be to declare candy as every meal!”

The chorus of excited shrieking drew all the party’s attention to you, as a swarm of girls tackled you into a pile. Your tiara flew across the lawn, your hair tangling into the grass as you wrapped your arms around as many of them as you could manage. Fighting back grunts as elbows and knees poked into your gut, you couldn’t help the laughter escaping your lips as the group began chanting “Candy! Candy!” on repeat. 

“Alright, girls!” Another, much more adult voice cut through the chants. “Get off aunt (Name)!”

You noted the amusement in her tone as Jason’s sister, Amanda, entered your field of view. Pulling the crowd of kiddos off you, she gave a playful roll of her eyes, waiting for you to stand again.

“Candy Queen,” you mouthed, drawing a snort from her.

“I’m calling you when Barb’s bouncing off the walls at 1am you know,” she threatened, and you offered her a mild shrug, reaching down to ruffle the hair of the accused. 

As Amanda guided the children along to the recently unveiled pinata, a warm pair of hands wrapped around your waist. You stiffened for only a second, before Jason’s husky voice whispered against the shell of your ear. 

“Y’know, you’re really good with them,” he remarked with a dangerous glint to his tone. His palms swept under your shirt, warm against the skin of your stomach.

“Are you seriously trying to turn me on in the middle of your niece’s birthday party?”

“Is it workin’?” He chuckled as you slapped his wrists away, turning to press a brief kiss against the curve of his jaw. 

“No,” you teased, pinching at the collar of his shirt as you stepped away from him. “But I’m having fun getting you all riled up.”

His mouth fell open, a retort on his lips, as you made your way back over to the group of adults. You graciously accepted as one of Jason’s cousins offered you the opportunity to hold their newborn. With a flare of mischief, you glanced back over to your husband, quirking a brow at the intense stare he faced you with. The tips of his ears turned red, and just to rile him up further, you leaned to press a kiss against the baby’s little forehead.

It wasn’t like he kept it hidden. You saw the hungry way he looked at you any time you were around children. You’d heard him whisper “puttin’ a baby in you” at least more than twice in the bedroom. Hell, the first time you’d told him he could come inside you, it took him exactly two seconds to do just that.

And you were far from against it. You were good with kids, and you loved them. Especially in recent months, you’d found yourself fascinating about your own little bundle of joy. Your heart and your pussy swelled at the thought of a little one - hopefully sporting Jason’s deep brown eyes and your hair - staring back up at you with one of those toothless smiles you adored so much. 

And so, as the party drew to an end, and you bent down to kiss your niece goodnight, you took a new pleasure in the way Jason’s gaze bored into your back. You took your time offering goodbyes, teasing him relentlessly as you hovered by the front door. 

The drive home was rather uneventful, instead filled by a warm tension in the air. Jason drove quickly, his breaths heavier than usual. And yes, when you glanced down, you didn’t fail to notice the tightness against the front of his pants. 

Yeah. This was gonna be fun.

You followed Jason’s retreating figure, letting your gaze sweep up and down his body as he entered your home. His gaze stayed firmly cemented to the floor, that familiar quirk in his brows as he held his tongue. To hazard a guess, he almost looked embarrassed. 

Why? You weren’t quite sure. So, with a slight pang of sympathy, and less than slight ache in settling in your lower stomach, you finally gave him what he wanted.

“Alright handsome. You gonna put a baby in me or what?”

And Jason choked.

His gaze snapped to you, his pupils growing wide as you stepped closer, leaning in to brush your fingers across his chest. He mouthed quiet words, his adam's apple bobbing as you watched him go through the five stages of grief within two seconds. He’d been caught, until he started to realize that you liked it.

“I think I would make a pretty good mommy, don’t you?” you drawled, grinning wickedly as his arms tensed, his hands curling into tight fists. With a flash in his eyes, and another heavy gulp, Jason’s voice dropped an octave.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game there, sweetheart,” he warned, and you brightened at the challenge. Curling both your hands into his shirt, you stood on your toes, your lips just barely brushing against his with each word you uttered. 

“Oh, I don’t play games… daddy.”

And in the next second, Jason scooped you into his arms, winding your legs around his waist and surging forward until your back hit the door. His lips collided with yours in a messy kiss, his tongue already prodding at your bottom lip. You gasped against his lips, wrapping your arms tight around his neck as you arched into his chest. His worn baseball cap hit the ground with a soft thump, and your hands flew into his hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands. 

With his hips pinning you against the wall, Jason leaned back enough to yank your shirt over your head. Dipping his head back down, he pressed hot kisses against the column of your throat. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you up enough so he could rut against your core, growing firmer with each thrust. 

“Bed,” you breathed out between gasps. Jason nodded against your skin, slipping his hands across your back as he walked you across the hall and into your room. Depositing you on the bed, he paused to strip his own shirt off, before covering you with the warmth from his skin as he continued to attack your neck and jaw with kisses. 

You keened as he bit into your neck, sucking hard enough to leave an angry purple mark just under the skin. Moving his mouth downwards, he turned his attention to your covered breasts, running his tongue along the curves in a searing line.

“I can’t wait to see these all swollen up,” he groaned, covering each breast with his hands and squeezing once, before he reached under your back to unclip your bra. His words sent a stream of heat to your core, and you rutted against him as his lips latched on to one of your nipples. 

“I bet you can’t,” you sighed out, drawing a deep grumble from his throat as you tugged on his hair. “But I bet this’ll drive you even crazier.” Latching your fingers around his, you dragged his free hand down, resting his palm across your abdomen. Jason’s lips fell from your skin, his eyes squinting shut as his hips bucked against yours.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” he hissed, pressing one more hot kiss against your stomach before fumbling with the button of his jeans. With a flash in his eyes, he jerked his chin towards you, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Strip.”

In an instant, your hands were at the waist of your pants, tugging them down with your panties in one swipe. Jason - ever the impatient man - helped yank the garment off your ankles, his hands gripping each of your knees to spread your legs. With a shuddering sigh, he let one hand cup the warmth between your legs, tracing a finger along your folds and groaning at the slick.

“Fuck, Darlin.’ Think you can take it without any prep?” he husked, his gaze fixated on your core as one hand absentmindedly stroked himself. 

Well, if you didn’t before, you sure as hell did now.

All it took was your nod, and Jason was leaning over you again, lining himself up before easing into you. You hissed out a long gust of air at the stretch, one arm reaching behind your head to dig your fingers into the sheets. 

“‘m gonna fill you up so good,” he grumbled, cupping the backs of your legs and pressing them back to your chest. Hovering over you, he set a rapid pace, drilling into you in a way that felt almost feral. 

Jason leaned over you, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead against the valley between your breasts before he dipped down, his tongue running rapidly along your skin to lap it up. You groaned, rolling your hips against him, the friction against your clit adding to that delicious ache in your core. 

“What are you gonna do?” you hissed, your throat catching on the words as Jason gave a particularly hard snap of his hips. His lips seared against the skin of your collar as he groaned, his fingers digging into your sides.

“‘m gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you,” he chanted, his pace growing sloppy. The words sent heat straight to your core, and your nails dug in against his shoulders as you bucked your hips up to meet his.

“Say it again,” you ordered.

And he did.

Again, and again he chanted, his voice breaking and rising in pitch. The clipped sounds in the back of your throat met his as you yanked his head down, attacking his lips with tongue and teeth as the coil in you finally snapped.

Jason was soon to follow you, falling over the edge with a drawn out, shaky gasp. He fell across your trembling form, reaching to brush one of the many messy strands of hair away from your eyes. With a sheepish grin, he pressed a final, soft kiss to your shoulder, before heaving himself back to a seated position.

You groaned, your head falling back into the pillows as he angled your hips back. Pulling out, he watched, completely entranced as his release leaked from you. His finger traced under your entrance, swiping it all up and pushing back into you. You whined at the overstimulation, your thighs clamping shut, inadvertently pinning his hand in place as a makeshift-plug. Meeting your eyes, Jason’s grin grew, a mischievous glimmer forming in his eyes.

“Hey so what do you think of the name Simon?”

“Jason!”

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[writtenjewels]

One Bed night 3 continued

Night One, Night Two, Night Three

When Jason woke, it was still dark. He and Salim had fallen asleep facing each other, Jason's fingers in the older man's hair. Salim's lips were slightly parted as he breathed. Jason lay there for a while listening, thinking the steady noise would lull him back to sleep again. But then the insistent press of his hard-on reminded him why he woke up in the first place.

Fuck. Jason shifted carefully to get up and take care of it. Salim reached out and placed a hand on Jason's hip. He tugged Jason back with a soft grunt.

“Salim,” Jason choked out. Salim made a soft noise and opened his eyes.

“Jason.” Salim's eyes dropped to where his hand rested on Jason's hip. “Sorry,” he said, releasing his hold.

“S'okay.” His hip felt warmer where Salim touched him. Salim's tug had pulled Jason closer; he could almost feel the rise and fall of the man's chest as he breathed. Fuck, he was so hard, but he didn't dare move.

“Jason,” Salim said again, and the heat in his voice made Jason tremble a little. Jason's eyes dropped. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it looked like he and Salim had the same problem. He swallowed and brushed his fingers through the older man's hair, down to the back of his neck. Salim's gaze dropped, and when he looked up again Jason knew he'd seen.

The silence was heavy with uncertainty. Salim's hand anchored on Jason's hip again. Jason's fingers slid along the back of Salim's neck in response. With a tug he was pulled closer. Salim's erection jutted against his. Before Jason could let out more than a gasp, their mouths connected. Heat seared through him. Jason's other hand moved to rest on Salim's head and he took a quick breath before nudging for another kiss.

Salim's hand caressed Jason's hip, up his side, and back down again to his thigh. The feel of his hard length made Jason whimper. He shifted slightly to try making room. In the next moment he was rolling, Salim's weight pressing him against the mattress. Jason groaned, an eager pulse humming through him at this new sensation. He parted his legs, fingers dragging down Salim's shoulder.

“Ah, Jason,” Salim gasped. He pulled away and Jason could see he was flushed and trembling. Salim touched Jason's cheek with a thumb, slowly grazing across his freckles. Jason stared back up at him, lips parted and arousal burning through his veins. That hard cock pressing between his legs made it hard to think.

The way Salim looked at him didn't make it any easier. He shot Jason that same unsure desire earlier when he grabbed Jason's dog-tags. Truth be told, Jason had wanted Salim to do it; he'd leaned forward with the intention of tempting Salim into action. Jason's gaze dropped from Salim's face to the shirt he was wearing. The one Jason said was his favorite. Slowly Jason moved his hand down Salim's back and gripped onto the hem. He pulled up just enough to expose skin.

Ever since he saw Salim's bare chest, all he could think about was taking these shirts off to get a better look.

Salim sighed, thumb now following Jason's jawline. Jason tugged the shirt up a little more. The thumb grazed just under Jason's bottom lip and he whined. Fuck, he could feel precum. Just from this; just from being touched and feeling Salim pressing against him. Jason whined again and arched up to kiss Salim. He tried to make it short, but it was like a spark that created wildfire. One hand buried in Salim's hair, the other jerked Salim's shirt up. Salim ground himself against Jason, a hand back on the marine's hips to keep their connection secured.

All the tension Jason felt from the first night was finally building to a climax. Jason dragged the fabric of Salim's shirt up higher. He wanted to feel the scratch of that chest hair against his hot flesh. Salim's hand was moving down the line of Jason's neck. He thoughtlessly tilted his chin up and groaned as lips pressed to his skin.

“Jason, I,” Salim gulped, “I think...”

“I'm gonna cum,” Jason interrupted him. “I'm so goddamn close.”

“Shit,” Salim cursed. His hips snapped against Jason, his breaths ragged on the marine's neck. “Me too.”

“C'mon, then.” Jason yanked Salim's shirt up and got it caught under the man's armpits. It was enough to feel flesh on flesh. Their hips met again and again, urging each other to the climax. Salim's kisses on Jason's neck were getting sloppy but still felt damn good.

They both came with cries of pleasure. Salim's head dropped to the crook of Jason's neck, his lips grazing the chain on Jason's dog-tags. It was a different sort of intimate feeling from what they just did. They lay like that for a moment trying to recover.

“I wanted that,” Salim confessed softly, “since the first night.”

“Yeah?” Jason's face turned hot with pleasure.

“When I saw we had to share a bed, I... I thought I was overreacting. Then I saw you shirtless.” He slid fingers up Jason's side for emphasis. He shivered at the touch. “I wanted to touch you so badly.”

“Fuck, Salim.” He ran fingers up the back of the man's neck. “I wanted you to touch me so bad I damn near lost my mind.” He huffed and tugged at Salim's shirt. “Take this fucking thing off.”

“I thought it was your favorite,” Salim teased.

“Not right now it ain't.” Salim chuckled but pulled back enough to remove the shirt and drop it on the floor. Jason pulled him close again and hummed his approval feeling nothing but bare chest against his body. Jason wet his lips, letting his eyes drop half-closed. Desire still pulsed its heat through him.

“If there hadn't been a mistake with the room,” Salim mused, “do you think this would have still happened?”

“Donno.” Jason closed his eyes and thought back to how he felt that first night. He tried to play it casual, but laying in bed with Salim had exposed an itch Jason had been pretending he didn't want scratched. “I guess not,” he decided. “But then, I got twenty-odd years of experience pushing this shit down.”

“What do you mean?”

“Fuck.” Jason huffed and opened his eyes again. “If we're gonna talk, can you get off me?”

“Of course,” Salim agreed, pressing a kiss to Jason's cheek before moving away. “Tell me,” he urged once he created some distance. Jason missed his weight, but it helped clear his head. He shifted so he was sitting up. Salim copied him and waited.

“How I feel,” Jason began. He stopped there, taking a breath. “How I feel about... other men,” he tried again. “I repressed that shit my whole damn life. I coulda gone on like that if we didn't have to share a bed.”

“Surely you had to sleep next to your fellow soldiers before,” Salim pointed out.

“That's different.” Jason shot Salim a glance, face heating. “I wasn't attracted to them.” Salim smiled at that but didn't interrupt. “Every other time I felt this way,” Jason continued, “I just shoved it down. Even when I first felt it toward you. But then we were in bed, and... it felt good.” He shifted, leaning forward just enough to let his tags dangle. “I woke up with a boner and told myself it was just morning wood. But it wasn't, and... I stopped pushing it down.”

“I had a boner, too,” Salim told him. He reached out and caught the tags with his fingers. “For two days now I've woken with one. I wanted to pretend it was morning wood, that it wasn't being so close to you that aroused me.” His fingers toyed with the silver chain of Jason's tags. “Like you, I tried to push away my attraction to other men. After Maysa left me, all my focus was on raising Zain. I wasn't even looking.” His eyes centered on Jason's face meaningfully. “I was shocked to feel so attracted to an American soldier.”

Jason listened, trying hard to focus on Salim's words. A part of him wished Salim would stop playing with the chain of his dog-tags, but another part was enjoying it. It felt so personal.

“Sharing a bed with you,” Salim went on, leaning a little closer, “is not something I would have sought on my own.” His fingers slid up the chain to where it rested against Jason's skin. He caressed Jason there before moving his hand higher. Jason began to breathe a little harder. He reached out and rested his hand on Salim's thigh. “It feels good, Jason.”

Jason let out a noise of agreement. Their lips met, soft and slow, building as they tasted each other's mouths. His hand slid up Salim's thigh and squeezed; Salim opened his mouth to gasp and Jason teased the inside with his tongue. A louder groan had him trembling, and he slid his tongue in deeper. He found Salim's tongue and stroked it with his own. Salim responded, matching each touch and glide. Jason's knee bumped against Salim's stomach.

Salim grunted and gripped onto the knee, lifting it off the mattress. Jason shifted in response and moved his body forward. He had to wiggle a bit before he got comfortable. He ended up in Salim's lap straddling the man. He cupped Salim's face in his hands, nearly crushing their lips together with growing need. Salim's hands were at his back, pushing him forward with an equally urgent need.

“Yes,” Jason gasped. He hardly protested earlier, but now he could be clear. “Salim,” he whined, confirming what he wanted, who he wanted. Not just since the first night they shared a bed, but ever since they met.

“Jason,” Salim panted back, the desire in his voice so potent it made Jason's dick twitch in response. “Jason,” Salim groaned again, squeezing him. There was no one on this planet who spoke Jason's name like Salim. “Yes,” he agreed heatedly.

[your-mom-number3]

Jason Kolchek x Clarice Stokes x Reader

Smut. It’s Smut, you’ve been warned.

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Y/N, Jason, and Clarice all get into bed as the prepare for their threesome. Both Y/N and Clarice's boobs shine in the dim light and Jason stares at them with a hard cock. Y/N, the woman, stares at her two lovers before asking "Yall ready for some fuckin?" Jason, the man, and clarice, the woman, both nod excitedly. They pull Y/N into their arms as she pushes Jason onto his back and takes the lips of Y/N in the pleasure of the night.

Sadly for Jason, that's not quite what Y/N is aiming for. She looks up to the ceiling in disappointment as she's forced onto her back before Y/N crawls on top of her. As Y/N grinds her cock into her new friend, Jason watches with heartbreak as Y/N lowers her hips onto Clarice's beautiful breasts.

Y/N gasps from pleasure as she slowly inserts a second finger into Clarice. Y/N slowly slides her cock in and out of Clarice's warm hole.

When Y/N was finished, Y/N looks up to the ceiling and asks "Yall ready for another threesome?" Jason, Y/N, and Clarice all nod eagerly, and once again Y/N pulls Jason on top of Clarice. Y/N grins at him as she lies on her back, and with a sickening feeling in her stomach, Jason pushes his rock hard cock into her.

That's when Clarice attacks him, straddling his waist with one knee on each side of him, and tears him apart with brutal and animalistic slaps to the face. As Y/N watches, she feels her own wet pussy dripping and tries to think of the sadistic and erotic woman that does it.

Suddenly the lights turn off and Jason screams in pain. As the lights come back on, Y/N and Clarice are still locked in their embrace as Clarice climbs off and straddles Y/N’s lap. Y/N smiles in ecstasy as Clarice starts to take Y/N’s tight pussy in her mouth.

As Clarice finishes giving Y/N head, Y/N turns her head to the ceiling, closes her eyes, and smiles as she feels Clarice sliding a finger inside her. Y/N whispers "fuckkkk yoooouuuuuuu."

Clarice takes her finger out and says "Mmm, I always love eating Y/N out." Y/N laughs "You'd be my second favourite!" Clarice straddles Y/N’s face as Y/N takes her perfect breasts in her hands and starts to massage them. "Thanks for the compliment," Clarice says. Y/N responds by kissing her slowly, deeply, and passionately.

[bombsquad9]

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[thewolfmanny]

TITLE: i'll come running back to you - i'll see you again (series)

jason kolchek/salim othman, explicit

Salim woke up to a strong arm around his torso pulling him backwards against the other man's chest. Still in a half-awake state, it took him a minute to register that the person pressing soft, lingering kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders was Jason. It had all felt like a dream, but he knew that it was real from the presence of Jason's warm naked body wrapped around his own. He had never thought he would see Jason again. He had even accepted that he was killed in combat, and, in his darker moments, was unable to stop the theories rushing through his head of how it happened. However, by some miracle sent from above, Jason was with him again and hadn't lost that bright spark Salim was drawn to since they first met. "G'mornin'," Jason drawled into his ear, tightening his hold on him. "Told ya I wouldn't leave."

A steamy deleted scene from chapter 2 of i'll see you again. I've been holding onto this deleted scene for over a year, and I was suddenly hit with the inspiration and motivation to finish it today. I hope there's still folks out there who love to read HoA smut and remembers my fics. I read every single one of your comments and am touched by y'all. My AO3 is still locked until further notice due to AI stealing authors' works. You'll need a registered account to view the fic.

[queenofbaws]

howdy!!! if you're new here (or if you're curious ;P), i'm throwing a brief FAQ for my weekend prompts under the cut, just because i've had some people reach out to ask stuff in the past!

will i do a more official one eventually? ONLY TIME WILL TELL!!! 😘

Q: what is this???

it's a flash fiction weekend, baby!!! it's just a little excuse for me to fire off a bunch of short scenes/vignettes without putting too much thought into them. i tend to take writing WAY too seriously, so rapidfire word barf like this helps keep me on my toes and remember that, at the end of the day, not EVERYTHING has to be a longfic with recurring themes and/or motifs and/or morals and/or a fleshed out universe of its own adlkjflaksjdflksajfkjf

Q: do you only take supermassive (ex: until dawn, the quarry) prompts?

ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!!! by and large, i tend to get more supermassive prompts than anything else because i'm way more active in that fandom than any others, but if there's something else you want, i'll write just about anything you throw at me!!!! <3 some other fandoms i'm DEEP into are dragon age and silent hill, but i've been known to dabble in the remedyverse, other horror properties, and...well, lots of other stuff!!!

(if i have ZERO knowledge of a fandom/property, i also pinky promise to reach out and let you know, so even if you DO send me something i'm totally unaware of, i pwooooomise you won't just be ignored!)

Q: what WON'T you write?

so glad you asked! i have very few hard "no"s for these because in all the time i've been doing them everyone's been so cool about what they've asked for, but like.......a general rule of thumb is

❌ i'd really prefer you don't ask for straight up smut - i'm not opposed to it, i'm not against it, it's something i've been considering trying to incorporate into my writing in the future, but that kind of request really puts me on the spot and just isn't my jam ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

❌ for my supermassive friends specifically, this one shouldn't come as a surprise, but i'm really, PERSONALLY, not a fan of climbing class (josh/chris), and would very much prefer not to write it. climbing CHRASH (josh/chris/ashley) is a slightly different story, and i'm ALL ABOUT josh & chris in a non-romantic way, i'm just not a fan of the josh/chris ship dynamic, sorry

❌ also for my supermassive buds, i will write you ANYTHING for travis hackett, jason kolchek, or granthem du'met. anything. i promise. just so long as the prompt in question isn't shippy in any way, shape, or form, regardless of who they're being shipped with. extremely not my vibe

Q: we're not mutuals/i don't follow you - can i still send something in?

of course! by all means! glad to have you! ;)c

Q: what if i want something longer than 6 sentences?

on some weekends i do "not-quite-six-sentence-weekends," where i write...not quite...six...sentence...fills??? there are occasions where i go into longer stuff. still usually not really "one shot" material, but longer. keep your eyes peeled, or throw me a prompt that specifies you're cool waiting until i do a longer weekend to get to it!

Q: how do you tag these? [for blacklisting purposes or otherwise]

ALL of my prompt fills are tagged "six sentence weekend" so if you're tired of seeing them, that's what you should blacklist!!! i also TYPICALLY will tag prompts with "queenie writes [fandom]" in case you'd like to see previous stuff i've written!

Q: you wrote something for me that i'd love to be able to read on ao3...will you upload it there?

sure!!! just say the word! ;)c i tend to use ao3 for my bigger projects, but if there's EVER something i've written that you'd prefer to read over there - for any reason! - pleasepleaseplease just let me know, and don't be shy! i'm happy to throw anything over there!!! and hey, if you're the person who requested it AND you have an ao3 acct, be sure to drop me your username over there too - i'd love to gift it to you!!! <3

Q: can i reblog this/make my own post and do six sentence weekends too?

!!! OF COURSE!!! i do not own the idea, nor will i ever. go! be free! write to your heart's content!!! (and let me know, so i can float a couple prompts YOUR way! ;P )

Q: i saw you do one of these and it had SEVEN sentences!!!!!! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!

i'm so bad at counting. just. so fucking bad.

six sentence sat(or)sunday

hey, this has been super fun to do, so here we go!!

in lieu of posting six sentences of a current project this weekend, i want to try and mix it up a little - so if you want, throw me a brief idea/suggestion/prompt/character name(s)/WHATEVER in my inbox and i will write E X A C T L Y six sentences about it ;P i’ll be doin’ this all weekend, so don’t be shy!

[yeslieutenant]

I Meant That Shit

A/N: HAPPY 2ND DAY OF KINKTOBER. Prompt for Day 2 - Breeding!

Warnings: Swearing, P in V SMUT, breeding kinkkkkk. Couple uses of the word “daddy”.

Word Count: 492

“Fuck doll- God keep doin’ that baby,” the marine growls, his fingers tightening on my hips as they undulate over his cock, my fingers squeezing his knees. His dark amber orbs roam the lengths of my skin, lingering on my neck, breasts, and navel, before they lock on his erection as it slides back inside my wet heat.

“Do you wanna come inside me, Daddy?” I say, my arms beginning to shake at the exertion, and I tighten them, attempting to lock my elbows. The motions don’t escape Jason’s damned perception, and he’s quick to react, flipping my much smaller body under his. Jason smiles, pushing some locks of my soft hair, firm muscles and surprisingly soft skin pushing against mine as I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to bring his lips down to mine. The tender smile quickly morphes into a teasing smirk as he pushes his hips forward, tip kissing my cervix and all but forcing the air from my lungs.

“Does my baby girl want me to fill her up? Hmm?” His drawled voice is strong, lacking the broken panting it was so full of before. I feel my head nod, the motion practically involuntary at this point and I hear a light chuckle from the marine above me as his hips begin a fast rhythm, riding off the momentum I built up while riding him.

“Something funny, LT?” I ask, almost certain he won’t be able to make a single word out with the muffled gasps that break up the sassy question.

“Oh nothin’, doll,” he mumbles against my neck, hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. “Just waiting for that pretty little pussy to squeeze my cock so I can paint it white.” My body shudders, walls tightening around his still pistoning length. “Oh you like that idea, baby? Want me to fuck my babies into you?” My reaction is impossible to hide when he’s this close. My eyes slip shut, a high pitched moan ripping from my throat as his dexterous fingers slide down, rubbing fast circles onto my clit. “Come for daddy, baby. Let me get you pregnant, baby.”

The knot in my belly snaps, waves of white heat coursing through me like a tidal wave. My hands clench in his chestnut locks, a long groan leaving Jason’s pink lips at the sensation as he buries himself one last time, growled expletives and my name spilling out as he releases. I expect him to pull out, flop to my side with a huff, pulling me close until my cheek rests against the solid muscles in his chest. But he doesn’t.

Jason’s cock stays put, slowly softening inside me.

“Jase, babe? What are you doing?” I giggle parts of the question, post-coitial high evident.

“I told you I was gonna knock you up, doll. I meant that shit,” he says with a small smirk. This man is gonna be the death of me.

*****

Tags: @kawaiiwitch224 @yellowroseskolchek @house-of-kolchek @lorebite @buttermykolchek @kassiekolchek22

Kinktober Tags: @erzsebetrosztoczy @multi-fandom-imagine @crazymissy22 @pr3ttycunt

[merakiaes]

Shoot Your Shot - Jason Kolchek

(A/N: Started writing it, had a breakdown, bon apple teeth. This is a combination of three anonymous requests, one of which is one that I accidentally deleted which asked for the reader to be Eric's sister. This fic isn't 100% accurate to any of the requests, I took certain parts of each and combined them into one. I keep zoning out when I write for some reason and this was the first time I wrote anything in very many months so I'm a bit rusty. Might rewrite this at some point, but until then I would really appreciate to know what you think hahah. I need a confidence boost.)

Pairing: Jason Kolchek x reader

Requested: By anon, anon and anon.

Prompts: #56 from the fluff/humour-list.

Warnings/notes: Unprotected secks (wrap it before you tap it, kids). Very poorly written smut, kinda rushed and kinda shitty, probably very OOC. But would still appreciate to know your thoughts and opinions. I could really use some new motivation hahah. Not proofread so apologies in advance for any mistakes.

Wordcount: 12,182

Summary: Being Eric King's younger sister, you're without a doubt as fierce as they come, and Jason just can't seem to hold a conversation with you without stumbling over his words and fucking it up. It isn't until the two of you go through and survive the same hell that feelings are confessed and actions are taken.

During the short time that you had been with your current team, you weren’t quite sure what the worst part was; Merwin’s horrible choice of music echoing through the vacant stone castle every wake second of the day, or having to turn a blind eye to your sister-in-law having a love affair behind your brother’s back.

But in a much more real sense, you knew exactly which part was worse.

Eric and Rachel’s relationship had been something you admired and envied more than anything back when they had first met. You had never seen your brother so happy and so much himself, and as you got to know her better, you eventually realized that he was not the only one to change for the better.

They were both very… turbulent people. That was the only word you could think of to best describe them. They had issues, both within themselves and in general, and they helped even those issues out by creating a mutual balance.

It was beautiful to you how two people could lift each other up like that, and no one had been happier than you were when the two of them told you that they were getting married, more in love than ever.

But then the accident happened. The accident that couldn’t really be blamed on anything or anyone but still, somehow, managed to bring everyone down with guilt, and drag everyone into one big game of “point the finger”.

Eric would never admit it out loud but at the start of his recovery, he blamed Rachel. Rachel blamed herself, as well, and Eric did everything that he could to comfort her and let her know that it wasn’t her fault, but he was just so angry, and that anger needed to be directed somewhere. So, after a while, he just… shut off, convinced himself that he was so angry at Rachel that he eventually couldn’t even look at her without getting mad, even though, in reality, the only one he was angry at was himself.

It drove the two of them apart and, eventually, Rachel couldn’t take it anymore and took off, leaving the responsibilities behind with the person who was second closest to him; you. You didn’t mind taking care of him. You wanted to help him in any way you could, just like he had helped you throughout your lives.

And on the inside, Eric appreciated your help, more than words could even begin to explain, just like he had Rachel’s. He just… couldn’t bring that gratitude out to the surface, no matter how hard he tried which, in the end, made him push you away, as well.

“You’re too much like Rachel and I can’t take it! I need to figure this out on my own without you, or Rachel, or anyone hovering over my shoulder at all times!” He had yelled at you one night during one of your many arguments, after which he had then proceeded to arrange for you relocation.

You guessed there was some kind of hidden consideration for your wellbeing in the fact that he arranged for you to go work alongside Rachel instead of just throwing you into a random warzone. At least that’s what you told yourself to prevent yourself from giving in to the anger he had caused you feel. It did the trick, so you wouldn’t change your mind.

But still, having seen the relationship you had once admired above all else fall apart like it was nothing, had caused you to see the world a lot clearer. Your brother had been the one to raise you in many aspects so seeing him and Rachel drift apart was like seeing your own parents get a divorce, and having to watch Rachel go behind your brother’s back only made the issue worse.

You would never condone cheating, ever, but at the same time, you had reached a point where you’d accepted that the relationship between your brother and sister-in-law would always be too complicated for you to understand. There was a lot that had gone on behind the scenes, things that you didn’t know, and so you pretended not to see it, leaving them to deal with it on their own, in their own time.

It might have been a morally questionable choice on your end, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. You had been stuck in the middle of their drama since day one following the accident and you didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. All of it made the mere taste of the word “love” rest bitterly on your tongue, which you guessed was why you denied yourself of your own emotions the way that you were currently doing on a daily basis.

Yeah, although mentally exhausting and emotionally traumatic, the aftermath of of your brother and sister-in-law’s broken marriage wasn’t the worst part about being with your current team, nor was it Merwin’s shitty music – shocking, yeah.

No.

The worst part about being with your current team was a so-far unmentioned option, one that came in the shape of a man, a certain marine, who had, for some unexplainable reason, caught your eye and developed a fondness for you that was as clear as day to anyone with eyes, since you had first joined them in Iraq.

Like you said, he had caught your eye, so it wasn’t that you weren’t interested, because in your own, weird way, you were. But the version of him that you were attracted to, was the one you heard and saw interact with his friends and mutuals from afar.

The version he became when the two of you interacted directly was someone else entirely, and one of many permanent results of having had to deal with your brother’s marital issues, was that you didn’t care much for uncertainty, anymore. You wanted things to be frank and straight forward. No bullshit, no lollygagging, and it infuriated you to no end that you had yet to have a successful actual conversation with the Lieutenant, which you knew was probably scaring him off even more.

Camp Slayer was as noisy and disorganized just like it had been every day since you first arrived, with teams from different branches of the military still working on getting settled and making sure everything was in place.

As always, Merwin’s shitty music – the third worst thing about being where you currently found yourself - could be heard echoing through the entire premises from wherever he currently was and if you were to take a guess, Rachel was off somewhere playing tonsil hockey with her new favourite toy.

Meanwhile, you were on your way to the front of the palace, where you had just gotten word that your brother had arrived.

As you turned corner after corner, the music, much to your dismay, became louder, and it wasn’t long before the sound of faint voices joined in.

“I see you, old man. Keep busting out those reps.”

The voice of Jason Kolchek was the first your ears picked up on, not much to your surprise, but much to your annoyance. Your face fell into an involuntary scowl as your stomach uncomfortably churned, but luckily didn’t get any more time to dwell on your troubles before the people you had been looking for entered your line of sight.

Jason was still talking, but now that your eyes had found the form of your brother, you couldn’t focus on the words coming out of his mouth anymore. And as Jason turned his head at the sound of the approaching footsteps, only to find you heading in his direction, he lost the ability to focus, as well, his arm instantly coming up to scratch the back of his neck, as if the cocky playfulness he’d previously had when conversing with Merwin, hadn’t been there at all.

“Ma’am.” He instantly greeted you, clearing his throat and visibly making an effort to stand up straighter.

You blatantly ignored him, not daring to move your eyes as much as an inch away from your brother’s face.

Said brother stared back at you through the dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, the corners of his lips tugging up ever so slightly as he nodded his head – enough to show fondness, but not too much as to lose professionalism.

“(Y/N). You’re looking good.” He said.

Giving a curt nod in response, you clutched the rifle in your arms closer to your body out of habit. “Likewise, Colonel King.”

It didn’t take Merwin long to pick up on the tension hanging in the air – it rarely did seeing as tension just so happened to be his favourite thing to mess around with, especially if it wasn’t his own - and just like always, couldn’t stop himself from making an entrance into the ongoing conversation the second he picked up on the fact that there was something scratching from underneath the obvious surface.

“Oh, I see how it is.” The shit-eating grin that overtook his entire face reached all the way to his eyes. “Old lover of yours, sweetheart?” He directed the question to you, but his teasing eyes kept moving back and forth between you and your brother.

The mere sound of the suggestion was enough for your face to twist into an expression of pure disgust.

“Hardly.”

“Fuck no.”

Both of you replied in unison. You couldn’t see it through the dark fade of his glasses, but you could still feel the scolding glare your brother sent your way for your choice of words.

Turning his attention back to the front, Eric continued with a short but calm: “She’s my sister”, obviously being a bit – read, a lot – more capable of keeping his cool and hiding his disgust than you were.

“No shit.” Merwin laughed. “Well, this is just great, isn’t it, Lieutenant Kolchek? Should you tell the Colonel about his sister’s new boyfriend, or do I get the honours?”

Merwin got up behind you and brought his hands up to your face, squeezing your cheeks together lightly in an attempt to get you to make a kissy face.

“Boyfriend?” Eric’s eyebrows shot up so high that his forehead crinkled together, his head turning back and forth between the three of you with clear confusion, and interest.

Merwin’s attempt to deform your face failed when Jason’s hand quickly moved up to slap his arms away, causing them to fall back to his sides.

“Ignore Corporal Merwin. He lacks social skills.” He told your brother, giving the man of the hour a warning glare.

“I guess every unit has its resident jackass.” Eric was, thankfully, more than happy to drop it, as usual wanting nothing more than to get down to business. Unfortunately, however, you knew your brother well enough to know that he’d get back on the topic eventually, with the way his eyebrows remained raised in your direction for another short moment.

The smirk never left Merwin’s face as he stepped back and returned to the bench he had previously been seated on, but he did know better than to keep pushing it and, luckily, shut his trap.

Clearing your throat, you emptied your mind of the rushing thoughts and put on a professional face, turning to face Jason. “I’ll take Colonel King the rest of the way from here, Lieutenant. I have some things to go over with him before the briefing.”

Jason smiled that crooked half-smile that he always did and respectfully nodded his head. “Yes, ma’am. We’ll see you in there in just a minute.”

The three of you exchanged nods of departure and then sister and brother turned around and walked away, leaving Jason to stare after you left.

“Yes, ma’am.” Merwin imitated Jason in a much lighter-than-necessary voice, and the second you had turned the corner and disappeared from his sight, Jason turned to his fellow brother-in-war and lightly flicked his head.

“What the hell was that?” He asked, and despite just having been hit upside the head, all Merwin did was laugh.

“What’s the matter, lover boy? You don’t like it when I touch your girlfriend? You don’t do it so someone ought to, don’t you think?” He teased, which only made Jason’s annoyance grow.

“She ain’t my girlfriend and you well know it, Merwin.”

“Oh, don’t we all.” Merwin smirked, and Jason narrowed his eyes.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, please. We all watched you throw every last shred of dignity out the window the second she got here, following her around like a lost little puppy, about ready to get on your knees and eat from her palm if she asked you to.” Merwin cackled, seeming to find this the most entertaining thing in the entire world.

“She doesn’t like me like that, and making a fool out of me hardly helps my case, does it?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“You do that more than well enough on your own, brother.” Merwin shot back. “You’re so pathetic it’s almost sad. I’ve fucked girls with more balls than you.” He laughed loudly again, but Jason didn’t find it as amusing.

“Thank you, thank you for that very pleasant image.” He sarcastically said, his lip turning up in disgust at the picture that was painted in his mind against his will at the sound of the words.

“I’m just saying, you need to stop fucking around and do something, or someone else will. Pretty little birdie like that never goes too long without being picked up, you know what I’m saying?”

“You know, I can’t remember where I invited you to comment on my love life.” Jason pointed out defensively, but he knew that his friend was right.

He did know what he was saying; in fact, he knew exactly what he was saying. But the fact remained that you didn’t like him the same way he liked you. There just wasn’t a chance in the world that a girl like you would settle for a guy like him, and so the best thing he could do was to leave you alone, much to the dismay of those around him, who had to watch him pathetically pine after you in silence.

The following day was the first time in a long time that they didn’t have to watch the painfully awkward stares their Lieutenant would send after you, but seeing as the reason for the absent second-hand embarrassment was quite… unfortunate, they unfortunately couldn’t bring themselves to count themselves lucky.

Because no matter how cringeworthy it was to watch Jason lose all sense of self just from one, mere look at you, it sure as hell beat being chased around an ancient temple by vampires.

None of you had been able to focus on anything personal since you’d been swallowed by the sinkholes, your sole objective being to get out of there with your lives intact and having to work as a team in order to pull that off, which was a lot easier said than done when you kept getting split up.

But you managed, miraculously, and were currently, slowly but surely, making your way back up to the top after having blown up the massive mountain of cocoons down below.

Once you had exited the lift, Rachel took the lead with Nick at her side and Jason and Salim close behind, while you and Eric lingered back a bit, walking slowly side by side.

“You’re not still mad at me for relocating you, are you?” His voice reached your ears, causing you to turn your head to look at him.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Is the sky blue?” You asked sarcastically, but when seeing the disappointed fall of his face, you dropped the attitude and heaved a sigh. “No, I’m not mad at you. Slightly annoyed, perhaps, but that’s just one of the many charms that come with siblinghood, isn’t it?”

You made your best attempt to smile through your exhaustion, and Eric matched it with a smile of his own. “I suppose that it is.” He agreed, chuckling.

Silence fell over the two of you again, but only for a short, short moment.

“So, about that alleged boyfriend of yours.”

A defeated groan instantly left your lips. “I knew you weren’t going to let that go.”

Eric laughed. “What? You can’t expect me not to ask. So, what about it?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s just some running joke the guys have to mess with Kolchek.” You insisted, rolling your eyes and hugging your rifle closer to your chest. “Getting a boyfriend is not as easy as they make it look in the movies.”

The bitter tone that your voice adapted brought your brother to chuckle. “How about you let a guy take you to one for a change, then?” He teased and raised an eyebrow. “Lieutenant Kolchek does seem kind of fond of you.”

You threw him a side-eyed glance and proceeded to ignore him.

“Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” He continued teasing, even though the fact that you hadn’t replied to his previous statement was all the answer that he needed.

Still, you shrugged your shoulders, muttering out a low: “I might,” as confirmation.

At that, Eric raised a prying eyebrow. “So?”

“So?” You mimicked him, keeping your eyes ahead of you.

“Why haven’t you given the guy a chance?” He asked, and once again you just shrugged.

“I can’t say I haven’t thought about it.” You admitted flatly. “But then I think about you and Rachel, and how the two of you ended up, and I don’t want that to happen to me. I wouldn’t be able to handle it, to be completely fucking honest. You guys are a fucking mess.”

“You’re not us, though, are you? You’ve always been better than both of us. Just because we didn’t get a happy ending doesn’t mean you shouldn’t chase yours.”

“And you think I’ll find that with Lieutenant Kolchek?” You turned your head slightly to the side, raising an eyebrow at him with the hint of an amused smile playing on your lips.

Your brother made a “meh” sound, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head slightly to the side. “He’s a better option than most.” He admitted, and although you were still smiling, you shook your head.

“Yeah, that’s the problem.” You pointed out. “Knowing myself, I’ll probably end up breaking his heart, ruining him completely and scarring him for life.”

“Honestly?” Eric’s face rose in a suggestive, playful smirk. “He seems like he’d be into that.” He continued, and chuckled.

You couldn’t help but laugh along. “You’re probably not wrong.” You admitted, thinking back to the countless of times you had witnessed him stumbling over his words and feet whenever you’d enter the same room as him. You always pretended to not see it, both to spare him the embarrassment, but also to not have to admit to yourself that you maybe, possibly might have liked him, too.

“It’s not very often that I am.” Eric said, and you snorted in response.

“That is seriously debatable. But whatever helps you sleep at night.” You objected, and beside you, your brother’s mood took a more serious turn.

“I would sleep better at night knowing you’re happy, that you’ve got someone to look after you.” He said.

Another snort left your nose.

“I’m very well capable of doing that myself, thank you very much.”

“I know you are, but still. That guy seems about ready to take a bullet for you.” He shrugged, and snickered.

“Well, yeah.” You chuckled. “We’re marines, that’s kind of in the job description.”

“You know what I mean, (Y/N).” He mused, but you just shook your head.

“Look, if he wants something from me, he can come and take it. Until then, I’m going to pretend like this conversation never happened.” With those words hanging in the air, you reached out to pat your dear brother on the cheek, and then turned back forward, quickening your pace to catch up with the others.

Luckily for you, you didn’t even have to pretend, as the conversation you’d had with your brother mere moments before was as good as forgotten ten minutes later, when the lot of you found yourself facing a dilemma.

With everyone being tired and aggravated, it didn’t take long for Eric and Rachel to make said dilemma personal, even though it wasn’t about anything even remotely related to either of them; said dilemma being that the way through which you had come in, was now blocked by a pile of debris, leaving only two, narrow ways out of there.

“I can’t believe you’re seriously arguing about which way to take.” You finally snapped, having been able to keep your cool for five minutes, but no more.

Eric and Rachel grew silent and turned to face you along with everyone else, as you walked into the centre of the room you were currently holed up in.

“You know what, why don’t we break the first rule of every horror movie ever and split up? Rachel will go left with Clarice, Merwin and Salim, and I’ll go right with Eric, Nick and Kolchek. Sound good? Good.”

Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “Of course, you’re siding with him. How sweet.”

“No. You do not get to do that.” You quickly shot her down with a harsh, pointed glare. “I’ve supported you through the shipwreck that you call your marriage just as much as I’ve supported Eric. So don’t even try starting that shit with me, you hear me? This is not about you, about me, about Eric, or about anyone. Least of all is it about choosing sides, because the only thing we need to be doing right now is work together. So drop the whole petty victim act and get yourself together, because I am not fucking dying down here because of personal drama clouding people’s judgment.”

Rachel glared back at you just as fiercely as you finished, as always too proud to openly apologize. But the way her arms came uncrossed and she took a step back showed you that she had gotten the message and regretted lashing out.

With her having backed down, Eric took a step forward and nodded his head. “She’s right. This is bigger than all of us. We need to remain focused on the mission and the mission only.” He said to everyone, before turning to his wife. “Since we can’t seem to agree on one option, we’ll do it (Y/N)’s way and see where we end up. It’s not like we have anything else to lose.”

“Yeah, except for our lives.” Nick was the one to speak up this time around, and having had enough of this bullshit, you could only roll your eyes.

“We’re risking our lives no matter what we do. Better we go down trying to find a way out than standing around arguing like a bunch of five-year-olds.” You said, giving everyone one last, pointed glare before heading for the right side of the room.

“Kolchek and I will take the lead. Move out.”

There was a collective mumble throughout the group.

“Yes, ma’am.” Nick replied through clenched teeth as you passed him, clearly having to bite is tongue to prevent any further protests from slipping out.

No more needed to be said, everyone else scattering and following your lead, heading in the direction they had been assigned. As Merwin and Jason crossed paths, the former smirked suggestively at the latter.

“Doesn’t it make you all tingly when she takes control like that?” He teased, and Jason’s automatic reaction was to respond with a silent glare.

“Cut the crap and focus on the mission, Merwin.” Rachel, who was walking behind the man in question, pushed on his back to get him to keep moving.

“Yes, ma’am.” Merwin replied and did as ordered, not before flashing Jason another suggestive face.

As the group split into two and everyone fell into their respective places, a thick blanket of silence fell over them, tense with the lack of promise. But after everything you had been through these past few hours, you refused to give up hope, staying alert and focused on nothing except finding a way out of there.

Jason, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to focus on the task at hand no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he tried to force himself. The fact that you were walking so close beside him was too distracting, so close, in fact, that if he just twisted his body slightly to the right, his arm would brush against yours.

He cursed himself out in his head for being so easily-affected.

To and with everyone else, Jason was a confident guy. But with you, everything was different.

He hadn’t gotten around much since enlisting in the army – or at all, for that matter, as was kind of to be expected.

After leaving his old ways behind in 2001, he had dedicated his entire life to making a better man of himself, to finding a purpose and making a difference. It turned into a competition with himself and everything else became irrelevant, nothing but a distraction that he eventually stopped paying any mind, that including women.

Hell, he wouldn’t have been able to get with anyone even if he’d wanted to, seeing as being a marine rarely left much time to spare for pleasure; least of all in the first few years of service during which you were still either training or climbing your way up the ladder of ranks.

The sad reality was that some men would pay for prostitutes during their deployments, but Jason had never felt that strong of a need to get his, well, needs satisfied. He recognized that he was more man than animal and he wasn’t so desperate to get his dick wet that he would deprive someone of their own free will in order to make it happen. There were more important matters that needed his attention.

But despite the fact that he was currently out of practice, he had always had game when the moment called for it. He had the confidence, and a natural charm that he’d always been able to sway the ladies with, but not with you.

With you, everything was different. It was like merely being in your presence turned his brain into a mess of incomprehensible thoughts, like it switched off the English that he knew and turned on a language he had never heard before.

It made him say the dumbest, most idiotic shit, and when under stressful circumstances? He lost control even more, which is probably what prompted him to say what he did next.

….

“So, uh…” Jason cleared his throat. “You like football?”

Damn it.

He visibly flinched at the sound of his own question and somewhere in the back, he could faintly pick up on the sound of Nick snorting through his nose and then covering it up as a cough.

That detail did nothing to boost his confidence, a deep, annoyed breath escaping his nose as he realized his mistake.

“This is hardly the time or place to talk about sports, Lieutenant.” You instinctively snapped in response, still set in attack mode after your brief, but still unpleasant, dispute with your sister-in-law.

If his confidence had been low before, it was absolutely demolished now, your reaction making him feel even more stupid.

“Right.” He cleared his throat again, awkwardly adjusting his grip on his rifle. “Just trying to ease the nerves, ‘s all. Don’t seem to be working very well, though.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” You muttered in agreement, before heaving a deep sigh of your own. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping. I’m just so fucking fed up.”

He turned his head to look at you. Your skin was littered with cuts and bruises of all shapes, colours and sizes, your hair caked with dry blood and mud. The exhaustion was just as visible on your features as it was evident in your voice, and no one could blame you.

On the contrary, he admired you for how collected you had remained through it all, while everyone else had lost their shit on at least one occasion each; including him.

“I get it. This shit’s got all of us on edge, and you have to deal with your brother’s wrecked marriage on top of it.” Jason quietly spoke, turning his head back forward. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s fucked up that you’re stuck in the middle. Their fuck-ups shouldn’t be dumped on you and left for you to deal with.”

At that, you broke your stare away from the narrow path ahead of you for the first time, to instead turn to look at him. Your eyes met as he did the same, and you offered him a weak smile.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You said.

A few second of silence passed, the two of you just holding each other’s stares. When you finally broke the eye-contact to turn your attention back forward, you couldn’t help but to chuckle.

“You know, I think this is the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go. I’ve been with you guys for weeks and you’re only now making an effort to actually converse with me. You’ve got a weird sense of timing, Kolchek.”

You shook your head, eyes sparkling with amusement. He watched you from the side as you turned your head to meet his eyes again, and then without saying anything else, you turned back forward and walked ahead, leaving him behind in your tracks.

“You are so whipped.”

Jason barely even got a second to recognize that someone else had taken your spot at his side before the voice of his best friend and brother-in-action reached his ears.

He wasn’t spooked, however, simply sparing him a sided glance before turning his sight back to the path ahead.

“That obvious, huh?” He wondered somberly, not even attempting to protest.

He could deny his feelings for you to anyone else all he wanted, but not to Nick. He wouldn’t even bother trying, knowing already that he wouldn’t be able to get away with a lie.

“To anyone with eyes? I can hear your heartbeat from here.” Nick chuckled at his lovesick friend, admittedly feeling his pain and struggle. “Why’d you let her walk away, man? You had her right here, you could’ve at least tried to make a move, seeing as this might very well be your last chance.”

The truth that Nick spoke left a bitter taste in Jason’s mouth.

“I did try.” He replied, and Nick raised an amused eyebrow at that.

“Oh, yeah? When? You mean the fiasco of a conversation that I was just forced to bear witness to? Yeah, I heard that. That was just sad. If that’s what you consider trying, then you very clearly have the wrong idea of the word’s definition. But hey, one positive thing to come out of this is that I now know what to get you for Christmas – an English dictionary!”

As the cave around them echoed from Nick’s voice slightly increasing in volume, Jason sent him a pointed glare, silently giving him the note to be quiet.

“How am I supposed to know what she likes talking about?” He followed with.

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe ask. You know, like a normal person, instead of diving straight into your own interests. Just a thought.”

“You’re one to talk. Don’t think I don’t see you sneaking looks at the Queen Bitch.” Jason scoffed an amused, teasing laugh.

This time it was Nick’s turn to glare. “The difference between you and me, my friend, is that I have game.” He stated plainly, still not abandoning the friendly banter despite now being the subject of the joke.

“I have game.” Jason was quick to object, which prompted Nick to raise his eyebrows amusedly.

“Really? Then where are you hiding it?” He mocked.

“I just don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to talk to her.” Jason defended himself, but what he thought was a good defense only seemed to have the opposite effect.

Nick raised his eyebrows. “So, you admit that you don’t have game.”

Jason opened his mouth, ready to fire back with equal cockiness, but before he could get another word out, his agenda abruptly changed and caused him to immediately spring into action, launching his body forward.

“(Y/N), watch out!” He called out to you where you were walking a little bit ahead of them.

At the sound of your name being called so urgently, you wasted no time in whipping around to search for the source, only to find Jason running straight for you. Your instinct told you to look down at your feet and so you did, finding that you were merely an inch away from tripping over a tripwire.

Luckily, you managed to secure your footing quick enough to back away before that happened. Unlucky, however, was that this set an entirely new set of actions into motion, as you then backed into a nearby wall instead, which just so happened to hold a number of lose, large boulders on the top. The boulders in question came barreling down in the direction of your head, and before you had the time to react, your body was tackled out of the way and, in the process, straight to the ground.

You didn’t know how you had managed to be the one to land on top when Jason had been the one to tackle your body to the ground but, somehow, that’s still where you found yourself once the dust and noise caused by the boulders had settled.

You automatically let out a quiet groan, feeling your muscles ache more now than ever before. You forced yourself to bite through it and slowly began moving.

“You okay?” You managed to get out through the pain, and Jason coughed as you rolled off of his body.

“You’re heavier than you look.” He commented before he could stop himself, and rolled over in the other direction, following your example and beginning to stand up.

“Wow, you sure know how to flatter a girl, huh?” You breathed.

“Aw, shit, I didn’t mean it like that.” You watched as panic and regret pulled over his features and couldn’t refrain from chuckling at how easily you could get a rise out of him.

“Calm down, Kolchek. I’m just messing with you.” You spoke. “This one’s one me. If clumsy was a currency, I’d be a fucking billionaire by now. Ask my brother and he’ll happily tell you all of the embarrassing stories from our childhood.”

You straightened your back and brushed the excess dirt off the front of your clothes, and then reached your hand out to the man in front of you, who had obviously taken the biggest hit judging by the way he was still hunched over in pain.

“I guess I better keep a better eye on you then.” He jokingly remarked, accepting your gloved hand and allowing you to pull him back up to his full height.

Where he’d gotten the sudden boost of confidence from neither of you knew, but you couldn’t deny that you were pleasantly surprised, a mischievous grin spreading over your lips at the sound of his words.

“Maybe you should.” You agreed.

He held your gaze as he straightened himself up and regained his balance and composure, but much to both your and his own disappointment, he didn’t say anything else. Whatever smidge of confidence he had gotten in order to make his previous comment was already long gone, leaving the two of you in a silence that was everything but comfortable.

You cleared your throat to break the silence in question, the ghost of a smirk stretching over your lips as you continued, “Well, uh, thanks for saving me. And hey, maybe I’ll be more willing to answer any inquiries that you might have about sports once we’re back on the surface. You’ll have to try and see. Maybe you’ll get lucky.”

With a small wink, you turned on your heel and went ahead once again, and this time around Jason watched as you watched your feet more closely.

“You’re done for good now, man.”

Nick was immediately back at Jason’s side, like one of those bad consciences that you sometimes saw appear on cartoon character’s shoulders and that wouldn’t go away.

Once again, Jason had barely gotten a second to pull himself together before being ambushed by the fellow marine, but once again he was not a stranger to Nick’s intrusive actions.

“I’m guessing you heard all of that, too.” He said as he brushed himself clean from the dust and dirt, readjusting his backpack and rifle and making sure everything was in place and close at hand after the fall.

Falling into step with each other again, Nick and Jason followed you where you were walking ahead of them.

“We’re in a cave system where every sound echoes for miles. I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in here heard you.” Nick didn’t waste any time in sugarcoating.

His words immediately brought a deep sigh out of Jason’s nose, his lips stretching into a straight line and the muscle in his jaw clenching every so lightly as he muttered out a quiet: “Great.”

While Jason silently tortured himself for butchering yet another chance to actually make a connection with you, Nick was clearly finding amusement in his misfortune.

“It’ll be a miracle if she agrees to go out with you after this, that being if you ever grow the balls to ask her out in the first place.” He chuckled and shook his head as he went on. “But then again, she just straight-up flirted with you after you called her fat, which is already a miracle in itself.”

“Hey now, I don’t think that’s how it went-“

The sound of someone clearing their throat suddenly came from behind them, interrupting Jason mid-sentence and unlike when Nick crept up on him, admittedly catching him by surprise.

“Fuck.” Jason cursed under his breath before he could stop the curse from slipping out, partly because he hadn’t expected an extra person to join in on the conversation that was already crashed by one too many unwelcome participants, but also because the most recent addition to the party just so happened to be the last person that Jason wanted to be involved in the subject at hand.

Still, he put on a brave face, quickly moving to straighten his posture and regain his composure with a clear of his throat.

“Colonel, didn’t see you there.” He murmured, and watched as Eric amusedly raised his eyebrows in return.

“Clearly.” He chuckled, lips stretched into a small smile. “You know she likes you, too, right?”

His direct approach took Jason by surprise and out of pure instinct, his eyes briefly flickered to the side where Nick had previously been standing, only to find that the man in question had now disappeared. How brotherly of him.

Turning back to the Colonel with a slight annoyance brewing in the pit of his stomach, directed at his supposed friend, Jason cleared his throat once more.

“With all due respect, sir. I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.” He curtly stated, freeing his face of emotion and letting his lips pull into a straight line.

”Are you shitheads coming or what?! I ain’t got all day!”

As if sensing the compromised situation that Jason was currently caught up in, your voice then called through the cave from somewhere up ahead. Stupidly, the mere sound of it was enough to make his professional front falter.

Eric, who seemed to find this amusing more than anything, laughed, and spoke, “Don’t worry, Lieutenant. I’m not one to meddle with my sister’s love life.”

Jason could feel the back of his neck grow hot with embarrassment, even more so when Eric then reached out to place a hand on his shoulder.

“But a piece of advice?” He started, immediately continuing, “Don’t take too long. She doesn’t care much for waiting around for things that don’t lead anywhere. Shoot your shot, and make sure that you don’t miss. Because if the moment calls for it, I won’t.”

Ah.

There it was.

The sign that Jason had been waiting for to confirm to him what he had feared; that your brother had heard everything he had said about you. A threat of some kind had only been expected and although a lot milder than he would’ve expected from someone like Eric, Jason still took the same amount of offense that he would have if the threat had been more severe.

“Yes, sir.” Was all that he managed to get out through slightly clenched teeth, but his stare never wavered, and he managed to stay cool enough to give a nod of courtesy.

“Glad to know we understand each other.” Eric nodded back and smiled, squeezing his shoulder once before letting his hand drop back to his side.

Luckily, the conversation ended there, no more words being exchanged between the two as they moved to catch up with you and Nick, where you were now making a makeshift bridge in another cave.

It wasn’t long until you regrouped with Rachel and the rest, the woman in question not being so tough anymore as she begrudgingly admitted that they should’ve gone with Eric’s choice of direction from the start.

From then on forward, everyone stuck together and focused on nothing other than getting out of there, with the parasite-infested vampires hot on your trails and the unstable ruins that you were forced to climb posing just as big a threat to your lives as they did.

By the grace of everything holy, you miraculously managed to find your way back up to the surface and once up there, survived the final attack brought on by the eclipse. Salim went on his own way as your brother called for a pickup and before you knew it, you were all safely aboard the helicopters and on your way back to Camp Slayer.

Once arriving at the palace, you were almost instantly whisked off into separate interrogation rooms by people dressed in contamination suits, to be briefed about the events that you had just lived through.

A lot of arguing, three blood-tests and a few aggravated outbursts later, you were finally released to go clean yourself up, and even though the showers were only portable ones with no more than a showerhead and some plastic curtains working as a makeshift cubicle, you could safely say that you had never before felt as relieved to feel the heat of a shower as you did right then.

It pained you when you had to turn off the water and go back to the real world, but you knew that you couldn’t stay in your bubble forever and forced yourself to leave it despite your body and mind both desperately begging you to stay.

Getting dried and dressed was as painfully boring as it always was, and you were eager to get some long overdue rest. You weren’t sure you or anyone else would be able to sleep after what you’d just been through but nonetheless, getting to crawl up in a warm bed sure as hell beat being hunted by an alien species through an underground maze.

Even after your long, hot shower, during which you had cleaned yourself off with soap and shampoo not one, not two, but three times, you still felt dirty from all of the blood, mud and God knows what else that had been covering all thinkable parts of your body.

The dirty feeling left you feeling cold, and you couldn’t wait for the uncomfortable sensation to go away.

”Ah, crap. I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked.”

The sound of a voice suddenly echoed through the vacant bathroom, successfully pulling you from your deep set of thoughts and back to reality. Not having expected it, you jumped slightly in surprise, your hand automatically moving to the holstered gun that was resting on the sink beside you.

Whipping your head around to find the source of the disruption, however, you only found Jason, standing with his back turned to you, one of his hands shielding the side of his face and his head sheepishly hanging low.

Realizing that there was no danger, you let out a breath that you hadn’t even known you were holding and pulled your hand back from the gun, instead going back to getting dressed.

Stepping into your unlaced boots and pulling your sweater on over your head, you were done, grabbing the wet towel from the floor and throwing it in the trash bag beside the sink like you had been instructed to do.

”I was just finishing up, anyway. It’s all yours.” You told him as you collected your belongings – the few ones that they had let you keep upon your return.

”It takes a while for the hot water to come through so you might wanna let it run for a bit if you want it warm.” You added as you pulled your dog tags back over your head, and taking this as a sign that you were now decent, Jason slowly turned back around to face you, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

”Thanks.” He answered as he shuffled further into the room.

Keeping it simple, you offered him a nod and a tight-lipped smile as you passed him, and headed for the exit without another word.

Jason didn’t let himself look after you, nor did he make an effort to stop you. The atmosphere between the two of you had been tense and unpleasant ever since you’d come back to base, and neither of you were willing to admit to yourselves that the reason behind the drastic change was what went unspoken; not just the secret attraction, but most of all the fear.

What would happen once the adrenaline left behind from the recent events had died down? What would happen if one or both of you were unable to move past it? Would you still be as tempted by each other? Would you still be drawn to each other? Or was the only reason behind your sudden increase in attraction the fact that you didn’t want to be alone, that you wanted an escape?

Jason knew that he had been attracted to you since long before this day, but he had seen enough relationships go downhill as a result of trauma to know that the human mind was unpredictable and also the emotions that it felt, and he knew that there was no guarantee that he would be the same man as before once reality had settled in.

And you knew the same.

You both knew that getting romantically involved with someone who had just been through hell, when you had, as well, was a risk. Vices of escape were all fun and games when you were just escaping the trauma, but less so when you crossed the line between that, and needing an escape from yourself.

And yet, you couldn’t stop your body from literally whipping back around when your name fell from his lips, heart beating in your chest with an emotional whirlwind so mixed that it was impossible even for its host to make sense of.

”Yeah?” You asked, and cleared your throat to regain some of your momentarily lost composure, raising your eyebrows in question.

”Uh…” Jason turned to the sink and reached out his arm to grab something, turning back to face you a moment later with your watch now in his hand. ”You, uh, you forgot your… your watch.”

He cleared his throat, and you slightly raised your head.

”Oh, right.” You didn’t know why, but you felt relieved. ”Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it.” You forced another stale smile as you reached out to take the watch.

When your fingers brushed against his and the touch then disappeared just as quickly as it had been made, you realized that it may not have been relief, but rather disappointment, that you were feeling.

Whatever it was, you pushed the feeling to the back of your head and stepped back. “Goodnight, Lieutenant.” You offered him one last smile, and he smiled back.

“Goodnight.” He replied and, with that, you turned around and headed back the way you came in, listening to the sound of the shower being turned on as the door closed behind you.

Shoot your shot.

Your brother’s words echoed through Jason’s head. He clenched his fingers around the edge of the counter that he now stood leaning over and looked himself in the mirror, being met with his own glare as regret and self-directed annoyance flooded his body.

”Idiot. You had her right here. You could’ve done something. You should’ve done something. You’re a marine, for Christ’s sake, what’s wrong with you? Fucking pussy.”

You’re not us.

Your brother’s voice rang in your ears, repeating the words that he had told you down in the cave and sounding so clear that it was almost like he was right there beside you. You had never bothered going out of your way to pursue any type of permanent relationship, and your brother had always given you crap for it, telling you that life is too short to not take a few risks.

As if becoming a marine wasn’t risky enough as it was.

But granted, it did feel a lot worse when it was your emotions at stake. At least it did to you.

But your brother was right. You needed to put yourself out there more, you needed to break a rule every once in a while, and you couldn’t deny that it was infuriating you to no end to not know what was going on inside Jason’s head.

An annoyed breath forced its way out your nose at the mere thought of his constant shillyshallying. You knew that he was attracted to you, just like you knew that you were attracted to him, but even then, he hadn’t done anything except beat around the bush since you first met.

There was nothing you hated more in life than leaving things unfinished, whether it be business, personal projects, or anything in between. And when it came to Jason, not a single one of the few, brief conversations that you’d been able to hold felt finished. Even though you said goodbye, it always felt like something unspoken was left hanging around in the air, floating around your heads, taunting and mocking you.

You were getting riled up by your own thoughts and you didn’t know if it was because you were actually annoyed about the Lieutenant’s lack of initiative, or just because you were trying to gather the courage you needed to turn around and go back, and your body and mind’s way of doing so was to through flaring your temper.

Either way, it seemed to do the trick, as you came back to reality and realized that you were now heading back in the direction of the showers.

A normal person probably would have stopped outside and knocked or called out to make sure that they weren’t about to walk in on someone standing around in their birthday suit, but on this particular day, it would seem that logical thinking was something both you and Jason were lacking in.

And so, you didn’t even think twice before flinging the door back open and walking back inside, your eyes immediately finding their target over by the sink.

Jason’s eyes instantly caught yours through the mirror and he wasted no time in standing up to his full height and turning around to face you, a mixture of nervosity and mild surprise overtaking his features and triggering an automatic increase in heart rate.

His mouth opened to speak, but before he could get as much as a sound out, you beat him too it, wasting no time in getting to the point.

“I’ve either completely misinterpreted everything about you, us, and this, whatever this is, because I left the invitation quite open down in the caves and you have yet to even attempt to make a move on me. Or you’re just completely incapable of expressing what it is that you want, so here’s the thing, Kolchek. I sorta, kinda, maybe, might, slightly, possibly like you, and regardless of which one of the options that it is, I need you to pull yourself together and tell me what you want to say, because it’s painfully obvious that you do have something to say to me, and even though I’m a smart enough girl to figure it out on my own, I want you say it to my face, because I’m not doing this whole beat around the bush thing with you anymore. Okay?”

Jason opened his mouth once again, and then closed it, and opened it again, like a fish out of water. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but an outburst like that sure wasn’t it. It left him at a loss of words, like it would anyone, and all that he managed to get out under your burning stare was a small, quiet, and most of all pathetic:

“Okay.”

….

Silence fell over the two of you, the only sound audible being the shower that was still running by your side.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Okay, you’ll tell me what you want or okay, we’re not doing this? You need to be a bit more specific.” You answered, maybe a bit too harshly.

However, before you could dwell on the tone of your voice…

“I want you. God, I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”

This time it was your turn to be taken by surprised. You were very well aware of what you had just demanded him to do, but a small part of you hadn’t actually expected him to do it.

Suddenly, your attitude was turning into a challenging one and as you uncrossed your arms, you raised an eyebrow as you asked, “So, so are you going to do something about it? Or am I going to have to lie to my diary and say that you kissed me when, in reality, you were too cowardly to follow through?”

“I’m not a coward.” He objected shockingly quickly, and it was clear judging by the way his jaw flexed and his eyes narrowed that you had struck a sensitive nerve.

You quirked an eyebrow at him to challenge him even further, and from that moment forward, everything happened very quickly.

Three long, determined strides was all it took for him to reach you where you stood and once he did, you wasted no time in raising your arms to greet him by grabbing on to either side of his neck and pulling him closer to you.

Your lips met in a heated kiss and as an automatic reaction, Jason’s hands came to rest at either side of your hips, so lightly that you could barely feel the pressure at all. And yet, it was just enough to get your heart racing in your chest.

It wasn’t until you were urgently kissing and gripping at each other that you realized just how much you’d wanted this to happen. You had known that you felt some kind of attraction for him, that much being pretty much inevitable seeing as he was the one person who was closer to your age and also happened to be your exact type on paper - that is, when he wasn't turning into a verbally challenged clutz who couldn't seem to get a single coherent sentence of actual value out.

But you had still denied yourself of anything pleasurable for so long that you hadn’t really realized to what extent those feelings of attraction had been brewing, nor had you realized just how starved you were of any kind of physical contact that didn’t include patching up bloody wounds or assisting someone in battle.

And opposite of you, Jason seemed to be coming to the very same realization, as he gradually started becoming more and more comfortable and with that also more daring, with his hands gripping at your hips with a bit more pressure, and slowly but surely making their way up your clothed sides.

Your body reacted the only way it knew how, with excitement tingling in your chest, churning your stomach and sending your heart into a hard an uneven beat, and quickly making its way down to the lower regions of your body.

You were no stranger to the familiar feeling, but it had been so long since you had felt it to this extend that you responded to it with an urgency you didn’t know you possessed, your hands moving from the sides of his neck and up to the back of his head, far enough for your fingers to find hair long enough to become lost in.

The feeling of your fingernails scratching his scalp as your hands wandered was enough to make him release a small groan into the kiss, and when you then took a firm grasp of his hair to lightly tug him even closer, he had to stop the movement of his own hands and squeeze where they currently resided on your waist in order to keep himself stable.

Without breaking away from the kiss, the two of you worked together to flip sides. With your back now turned to the sink, you slowly backed closer to it, taking Jason with you with every step.

It wasn’t long until you felt the hard surface press against the small of your back, and only then did you break away from the kiss, bringing your hands down from his head to instead place them on the edge of the counter.

You held Jason’s gaze as you raised yourself off the floor and onto the surface, and he watched your every move as you then proceeded to kick your shoes off to the side.

At that point, his previously braver front briefly faltered.

“We’re really doing this in here?” He questioned in a hushed and doubtful voice.

This time around, as opposed to any other time, you found yourself feeling surprisingly amused by the obvious fact that his otherwise macho bravado was nothing but a front that he put on to appear tough – clearly not being quite as tough as he liked to make himself out to be.

Quirking an eyebrow at him, your amusement showed through the small, teasing smile that was now playing on your lips.

“Unless you don’t want to.” You lightly shrugged.

“That a trick question?” Jason asked back, and you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling.

“Just kiss me, you idiot.” You said and reached out in front of you to grab the front of his shirt, leaving him very little time to think of an answer.

He did nothing to try to stop you, though, giving in to you immediately and allowing you to place your lips back on his by meeting you in the middle.

Your hands moved down to where his were now grabbing the edge of the counter on either side of you and grabbed a hold of his wrists. With little to no struggle, you tugged on them to make his hands lose their grips of the counter.

Jason got the idea and allowed you to guide his hands to instead rest on either of your thighs. From there, you started to trail your hands up his thick forearms, picturing the black ink that adorned them behind your closed eyelids. His tattoos and forearms being two of your favourite physical attributes of his, this immediately succeeded in riling up your lust and need for him even more.

While your hands kept making their way up his arms, along to his shoulders, neck and eventually finding their way back into his hair, his hands slowly but surely began moving up the insides of your thighs as he regained some of his momentarily lost confidence.

As your movements once again became more urgent, his lips left yours to instead attach themselves to your neck; a surprising but welcome move that automatically resulted in your head falling back into the mirrored wall behind you.

His hands passed your hips and grabbed a hold of the end of your shirt, giving it the smallest of tugs to indicate what he was thinking. You wasted no time in responding, nodding your head and allowing him to pull the sweater over your head and discard it somewhere on the floor.

His lips returned to your neck and his hands to your hips just as quickly as they had left.

“Is this alright?” He asked you, hesitating at the line of your pants. The southern drawl dripping off his voice only poured more fuel to the fire burning in your stomach, even more so with the way it came out muffled from his face being pressed into the curve of your neck.

“Yes, just-“ You jumped slightly, hissing at the feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin. “Fuck, your hands are cold.” You cursed.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” The chuckle that followed was so deep and amused that it sent a flurry of butterflies through your stomach, and the nickname that seemed to fall so easily from his tongue did nothing to help calm it.

But you stayed silent, focusing on controlling your successively quickening breathing while his fingers nimbly unbuttoned the front of your cargo pants and pulled down the zipper.

You automatically raised yourself off of the counter to give him enough access to pull your pants down your hips. His lips left your neck as he took a step back. Despite the loss of physical contact, you never let your eyes break away from the other’s as you individually kept working on discarding your layers.

You kicked your pants off your legs and watched with heaving breaths as Jason pulled his shirt over his head. Only then did you fail at keeping the eye-contact, your eyes instead traveling down to his now bare upper body.

With thick, tattooed arms, wide chest and shoulders even wider, Jason stood before you, his breaths just as ragged and urgent as yours already, even though you had barely even gotten started.

But no matter how attractive you found his build, there was nothing that did it for you as much as his next course of action did, your breath literally catching in your throat as you watched him unbuckle his belt and then proceed to yank it out of the loops with one swift motion, the long string of leather falling to the tiled floor with a clink.

“Fuck.” You cursed, breathing out in what you could only describe as amazement. “That was kind of hot.”

Your unexpected comment caused Jason’s eyebrows to shoot up. “Yeah?” He nervously but fondly chuckled, and you nodded your head, releasing another breath.

“Yeah.” You answered, and when you then reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off of your body, it was his turn to become stunned.

But he didn’t stand around for long, only long enough to take you in in your entirety before stepping back between your legs.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He praised you, his eyes following the curves of your torso and chest, and his fingers gingerly following suit.

Hearing those words spoken in his Southern drawl was enough to send another flurry of butterflies through your stomach, and no more words were spoken as you pulled his face back to yours to reattach your lips to his.

His hands found their way back to your thighs, where his fingers copied their previous actions by trailing back up the inside of them. The feeling had been nice enough before, but now that there was one less layer of thick fabric between your skin and his, the feeling that it brought you was enhanced by a thousand, even more so when one of his hands moved up your side and stopped to cup one of your breasts.

Your nipples hardened at the feeling of his calloused fingertips brushing over them, and a moan uncontrollably left your lips at the sensation. As if your body was moving on autopilot, your legs instinctively moved to squeeze together, the heat between your legs begging for some friction and release.

Having had his other hand on the inside of your thigh, Jason didn’t miss this move of yours and took action, trailing his hand up to the fabric of your underwear.

As his hand pressed against your aching heat, you were no longer able to keep yourself collected enough to keep your lips on his, your head instead falling back against the mirrored wall once again as yet another moan escaped from your slightly parted lips.

“Jason.” His name slipped out before you could catch it.

Fuck. His body immediately reacted to it. He was so used to you calling him by his formal title or surname that the sound of his first name falling from your lips sounded damn near orgasmic and successfully added fuel to the already burning fire, urging him to move quicker.

Moving both of his hands to the line of your panties, he quickly pulled them down with your help, letting them fall to the floor like the rest of your clothes.

He brought a finger to the centre of your folds and carefully parted them, coming to find that you were already so ready for him that your arousal had escaped you and evenly distributed itself without needing any help from you or him.

As a result of your body’s eagerness, his fingers easily and effortlessly slid over the small bundle of nerves that was just aching for some kind of frictional release.

You had to bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from being too loud when he inserted a finger, and furthermore press your head harder into the mirror behind you when it got too difficult to contain.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jason mumbled against your skin as he kissed along the curve of your neck, and you nodded, using your legs to pull him closer.

Without saying a word, you moved your hands down to the line of his boxers and inched it inside, grabbing a hold of him with no hesitation in your movements.

“Shit.” He involuntarily cursed at the feeling of your warm hand wrapping around him and setting him free from the straining fabric of his boxers. His breathing increased in speed significantly and quickly as you gave him a pump, his hands hurriedly leaving your body to grab on to the counter-edge to hold himself upright.

With his head hanging low right beside your face, his warm and ragged breaths fanned right by your ear, and to see, hear and feel the kind of power you had over him only succeeded in turning you on more.

So, without further ado, you scooted further out on the counter and spread your legs, wrapping one arm around Jason’s shoulders to hold yourself steady, and using the other to help him line himself up at your entrance.

Neither of you being able to wait any longer, he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Aroused as you may have been, you had still had very little stretching prep, and so you had to take a moment to adjust to his size, nodding your head once the momentary pain had disappeared to signal that it was okay for him to start moving.

And once he did, you couldn’t contain the moans no matter how hard that you tried.

“Shit, Jason.” You moaned in a borderline-whiny tone, and let your head fall back against the mirror once again.

There it was again; the sound of his first name falling from your lips with such neediness. He had never heard a sound as sweet as it before, and he wanted to hear nothing else for as long as he lived.

Breathing hard while slowly pumping in and out of you, he murmured into your neck, “Tell me how you like it, alright? I want to make you feel good.”

You nodded your head as to say “okay”, but you couldn’t muster any words.

Jason was so eager and nervous, and so incapable of hiding it, that his hands and breaths shook with every move and breath that he made and took. He mentally cursed himself for being so easy, begging to God that you hadn’t taken a mental note of your own, of how pathetic and willing for you that he truly was.

Had he been able to read thoughts, though, he would have known that you, luckily, hadn’t. You couldn’t think about anything in that moment, not even the feeling of his hands on your body. All you could think about was the sensation said hands left behind, his fingers and lips leaving burning trails of pleasure in their wake.

Contrary to his worries, he was already doing everything perfectly, touching and kissing you in all the right places, and hitting you in all the right spots.

Meanwhile, you tried to distract yourself from the intense waves of pleasure by grabbing on to anything you could find; his hair, his shoulders, his arms, and the back of his neck. Your wandering hands, the way you would squeeze his muscles and flesh and tug at his hair with your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp, was quickly bringing him closer and closer to the edge, much sooner than he would have liked.

So to assure that he wouldn’t leave you unfinished, he moved the hand that had previously been making its way up and down your side to instead focus on the place where you desired him most.

You immediately moaned when you felt his fingers brush against you and the pace of his rhythm increased, his hips snapping in and out of you. While one arm remained wrapped around his shoulders, your other hand rushed down to hold on to the counter’s edge to keep your body in place. And as the tension in the pit of your stomach intensified, you had no other choice but to lean forward and press your face into the crook of his neck to prevent any further sounds from slipping out.

Both of you were reaching your finish points judging by the way you were starting to shake and his movements were becoming sloppier, and before you knew it, an intense wave of pleasure came over you as you toppled over the edge, your nails digging into the skin of Jason’s shoulder as you came.

Jason’s eyebrows furrowed together as he focused all of his senses on you an you alone. He listened to the muffled moans you were releasing into his neck right by his ear, tasted the memory of your lips on his, and felt the way you were clenching and unclenching around him.

“Fuck.”

The curse spilled out before he could stop it and his entire body tensed up as he reached his own end no more than a few seconds after you had done the same, releasing into you with a guttural groan escaping his lips.

He rode his orgasm out and then he stilled, his entire body slumping against yours. His exhausted pants fanned across your skin and you brought your hands up to his hair, combing your fingers through the damp strands of brown in an attempt to still his tremble all while trying to catch your own breath.

Once a minute or so had passed, he finally raised his body from yours, your skin sticking together with sweat.

“I still have to take a shower.” He spoke, pointing out the very obvious.

You nodded in response, slowly straightening yourself up as the weight of his body disappeared from on top of you.

“Yeah, I think I might have to take another one.” You chuckled, tilting your head slightly as you looked at him.

”You don’t mind if I join you, do you? It’ll save time.” You asked, and all he did was shake his head and smile, holding his hand out for you to take.

You took that as another chance to admire the way his tattoos complimented his muscular arms, and accepted his outstretched hand, allowing him to help you down from the counter and over to the shower where the water had been running this entire time.

When you were finished cleaning up and getting redressed, the two of you turned off the lights and headed out. You almost felt like two lovesick teenagers when you had to sneak past your brother in one of the corridors and into your assigned sleeping quarters.

You had to admit that it felt weird sleeping next to someone after having slept alone for so long, but after getting settled beside each other in bed, you still - contrary to your previous belief - quickly and effortlessly drifted off to a peaceful sleep, both of you happy that Jason had taken your brother's advice to shoot his shot.

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Against a Wall

Jason's back was against the wall, pinned in place by Salim's body. He could feel every line and contour holding him. The man's lips were liquid heat against Jason's, interrupted only by their panted breaths. Salim caught Jason's bottom lip between his teeth and sucked gently. Jason let out a soft groan and arched against the other man.

“Lieutenant,” Salim sighed, and Jason swallowed as he felt every rumble of Salim's voice. “We really must stop meeting like this.”

“Yeah, yeah.” As far as Jason was concerned, they could stand meeting like this a little more. Salim let out a soft chuckle and brushed his thumb just under Jason's bottom lip. The marine instantly parted his lips trying to entice his partner.

It worked: Salim's lips were on his, his tongue moving in to sweep along the corners of Jason's mouth. His next moan was trapped. More heat was building, sliding through his veins and down to his groin. Jason felt along Salim's sides down to the man's waist, circling around to his crotch. He pushed a finger through the belt loop to work it loose.

“Already, hayati?” Salim hummed.

“You're the one who pushed me against a goddamn wall,” Jason pointed out. The belt gave way and he was now working on the fly button.

“True,” Salim agreed with a low purr. He rocked his hips just close enough for Jason to easily open his fly. “And the bedroom is so far away.”

That made Jason laugh. In truth, their bedroom was maybe a few feet from this spot. He sure as hell wasn't going to point that out, though. He pushed Salim's pants down and grabbed the man's ass, jerking him closer. Salim let out a gasp, his own hand reaching for Jason's hip. The other hand joined in, angling Jason so they would align when Salim ground against him.

“Oh, fuck,” Jason gasped. The friction was a quick shock of pleasure. Jason sank his fingers into Salim's generous ass and moved to create more. Salim's hand shoved between them to work off Jason's belt and open his fly.

Jason wet his lips and tried to hold still until he felt his jeans slide off his hips. Then he was grabbing Salim by the ass again, fitting their crotches together and grinding. He could tell that their underwear would need to go soon, but for now he enjoyed the way the fabric rubbed on his hardening dick. Salim's mouth was back on his neck, carefully sucking and licking at the flesh, his hands firm on Jason's hips to hold him in place as they shifted against each other.

Salim stopped attending to Jason's neck only to press his thumb just under the marine's lower lip. Jason parted his lips, breath already hitching in anticipation of Salim's mouth and tongue. This time when the tongue entered his mouth, it swept inside with more care, caressing Jason's tongue and prodding gently into the corners. A sharp contrast from the way their hips were grinding, and fuck it made Jason melt.

“Hayati,” Salim breathed, sliding a finger under the waistband of Jason's underwear. “Can you hear my thoughts?”

“Mhm. You're thinkin', 'I wanna fuck you right now.'”

“Lucky guess.” Salim caught his lip between his teeth, his hand easing down Jason's underwear. Jason let out a breathless laugh that hitched into a groan as his cock was released. Salim moaned and shifted forward so Jason's cock bumped against his stomach. “I'm also thinking of all the times I didn't pin you against a wall.”

“Yeah?” Jason reached to tug at Salim's underwear. He didn't want to be the only one with his dick out. “So, what, you're makin' up for it?”

“Reality is always better than a fantasy, hayati.”

“Fuck,” Jason gulped as a blush burned his face. How the fuck did Salim manage to fluster him even as they had their erections hanging in the air? “Shut up,” Jason grumbled. Salim chuckled and stuck three fingers in his mouth. Jason let out a snort, spitting on his hand and getting a good grip on Salim's cock. He tried to get the length nice and slick at the same time Salim coated his fingers.

When they were ready, Jason tried turning around. Salim stopped him, pinning him right back to the wall. His hands went under Jason's thighs, hoisting him up. Jason let out a gasp—somewhat in surprise, but mostly in arousal. He would never get tired of Salim showing off his strength. His pants were bunched up around his knees, making it hard to spread his legs. Salim solved that by guiding Jason's legs over his head.

“That's better,” Salim said, kissing one of Jason's flushed cheeks. Jason twisted his head to get his mouth instead. “Ah, hayati,” Salim purred against his lips. His slick finger brushed down between Jason's cheeks to find the ring of muscle. Jason fought to keep his breathing steady despite the eager beat of his heart.

Then Salim's fingers were in him, touching him deep and slow. Jason distracted himself by kissing Salim's jaw and face. He kept away from the lips, not wanting to miss a single word Salim murmured in Arabic while he stretched Jason open. It was the best damn way to learn a language.

[You – so tight, my life. I love – around me. Relax, just like that.] Jason still couldn't catch all the words, but the ones he did understand were more than enough. “Ready for more?” Salim asked in English.

“More as in your cock or more as in fingers?”

“Whichever you're ready to handle, hayati.”

Jason grunted, wrapping his arms around Salim and arching to guide the fingers in deeper. He threaded fingers in the man's hair, tilting Salim's head to one side so Jason could speak in his ear.

“Give me your cock, syfi.” He knew damn well how much Salim liked that particular petname. And just for added motivation, Jason rolled his hips while letting his tongue travel over the shell of Salim's ear. Salim cursed in Arabic and pushed Jason back up against the wall. There was a quick adjustment to Jason's legs.

And then Salim was inside. The stretch was so damn good. Jason let out a loud, long groan and arched off against the wall. Salim pushed him right back against it with his first thrust. Jason panted for breath and arched again, and again Salim's thrust pushed him back.

“Holy shit,” he gulped. “Oh, fucking hell.” He dug his fingers into Salim's shoulders to help pull him forward. Salim's thrust pushed him back yet again. The other man's hands gripped Jason's legs for his own anchor as he moved against the marine. Jason trembled from the effort of pulling himself forward, crying out as he was pressed against the wall for his efforts.

They set up a rhythm like that, and every time Salim thrust him against the wall, Jason could hear the soft thump. He slumped his head forward, already seeing spots in his vision. Salim moved deep but gently against him. Jason tried to keep his legs locked around his partner. Every few thrusts Salim would lift him or slightly shift their positions, and a fresh wave of desire spiked through Jason's body.

When Salim found his prostate, Jason's vision exploded into white hot pleasure. He arched off the wall and this time Salim didn't push him back. The man held him like that, hands sliding along Jason's body. He blinked away the spots and desperately tried to encourage another thrust. He managed a weak sort of bouncing motion on Salim's cock. Salim's hands slid down to cup his ass, helping him bounce.

[My shield,] Salim gasped. [So good.] The rest Jason couldn't follow, but he was so far gone he didn't care. All of a sudden his back was thumping against the wall again at a steady rhythm. Each one was punctuated by a shock of pleasure as Salim hit his prostate.

“Don't stahhh!” Jason's orgasm cut off his words. He could feel it crashing through him, cum making a mess on Salim's shirt. “Don't stop,” he gasped out, and felt another gentle thump of his back striking the wall. His body felt overly sensitive after the orgasm with every little movement making him tremble and gasp. Salim pushed him flush against the wall, grinding in deep. Jason squeezed his legs tight around his partner's body and tried grinding back.

[Close,] Salim grunted. “I'm close,” he added in English.

“C'mon, then,” Jason urged him.

Salim thrust against him a few more times, burying himself in deep with a groan as he came. Jason could feel his partner's cum spilling in and dripping out. He was still pressed tight against the wall, Salim's body still flush against his.

“Bed?” he suggested heatedly.

“If you think you can make it,” Jason answered with a challenging smirk. Salim's eyes gleamed at him and he eased Jason off his cock. Jason's legs were too wobbly to hold his weight. He leaned against Salim, running a hand over the cum-stained shirt.

“Help me to take that off,” Salim said heatedly, “and we'll see.”

[keoghanscherry]

𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝? ⁂ 【𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚔】

⁂ 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴: house of ashes. ⁂ 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: jason kolchek x female oc ⁂ 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: Sophia, a doctor at a local hospital with a good degree, gets called in by Lieutenant Colonel Eric King to assist as a medic of the newest operation. Camp Slayer was the first destination but her attention was drawn away from the mission, when she meets an old lover which she tried to keep out of her life. ⁂ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: there will be blood, descriptive sexual scenes, violence, death and cursing throughout the fiction! please don't read if it triggers you or if you're under 18 when the sexual scenes warning appears. ⁂ 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴: okay, we played house of ashes and i got addicted to this man from the beginning. so here i am, writing a small book about this man. it's based on the game but the conversations are changed at times. are you ready?

[ 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 - 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡! ]

Jason woke up, covered in sand, his back hurting from the hard crash on the uneven ground. Adjusting his cap, he sat up, running his sweaty hands over his face. Sophia fell into the darkness right in front of his eyes, and he wasn't able to save her from her death. Shaking his head constantly, he had to find out if she was truly dead or survived the fall like him.

Looking around, he took in his surroundings. Caves underneath the shepperd's small farm, millions of tunnels that lead into eachother. Pushing his figure up from the sandy ground, he turned the light on it's rifle on, holding the weapon tightly in his hands to be prepared for the worst. After all, most men fell down into different holes, even the Iraqis could be around, ambush him.

" Nicky? " He shouted, lightening the are around him with the flashlight attached to his rifle. No answer. Fuck this shit, we didn't sign up for this fucking hell. Walking around the statue in the room, he found an entrance to the tunnels, stepping in with caution.

" Soph? " His voice echoed through the sand caverns but not receiving an answer. " Shit. " He cursed underneath his breath, heading deeper inside. Jason didn't know where he was going, if one of the unit survived the fall or if he was left alone. There weren't many options left than to examine his surroundings and try his best to find someone alive.

" Jason? " The sudden echo of Nick's voice gained his attention, looking around, he stopped in his tracks to find out where the source of the sound was. Following the path in front of him, he landed in a room filled with sunlight. A big sandy hand raked out of the ground, glowing golden in the warm rays coming through the hole above. Running a hand over his face, he cursed the entire mission and the trip to this zone as he jumped down. Another light shane through the darkness in the corners, announcing that someone would approach. Holding his rifle tightly in his hands, aimed at the source of the flashlight, the First Lieutenant let out a breath he held as Nick stepped in sight.

" That you, Nick? " Concerned about his own safety, he slowly stepped closer to the figure in the shadows as Nick raised his arms with a half smile.

" Where on god's green earth have we landed? " Jason asked, taking cautious steps closer to his friend as he examined the sand hand in the middle of the room, towering over them.

" This mission went wrong. " Nick added, holding his rifle tighter than before as his nerves weren't calmed completely from what he saw in the caves. But he wouldn't tell Jason about it, there was a chance that his mind was messing with him badly after the fall.

" This place ain't no weapons silo but it's sure as fuck crawling with Iraqis. " The First Lieutenant cursed, nerves wrecked by their current situation. None of them had a clue where they were or what happened as the ground crumbled. The reason behind the existence of those sand caverns was a mystery to the unit as well.

" We need to get back topside, regroup with the team and find our medic. quickly. " Jason adviced, waiting for an answer from his mate.

" Buddy, where's your head at? "

" It's nothing." Nick commented, keeping the sights of the undescricable creatures in his head.

" Pull yourself together, eyes wide." The First Lieutenant commanded with a stern tone to his voice, nodding his head towards the other side of the room. None has seen caves like this before but Jason was determined to find Sophia. Even if the chance of seeing her alive once more, wasn't the best shot.

" I hear ya. Let's try the door. Seems like the only exit. " Nick raised his eyebrows for approval, earning himself a nod from his Lieutenant. Aiming his rifle in front of him, both turned their flashlights on again, walking towards the door that seperated them from the next room. Pushing his shoulder against the huge doors with his flat hands, the Sergeant tried to open them with his entire force but the stone didn't move an inch. Rolling his eyes, he waved his First Lieutenant over to the spot.

" Need some more muscle to open that shit. "

" You been skipping gym again?" Jason asked, amused by the situation that the strongest member of his team was asking for help when it came to heavy pushing or lifting. Leaning against the stone door, it started to open slower than they wanted. Loud scream filled with pain ringed in their ears as the entrance to the next cave was free to slip through.

" That's Merwin! " Kolchek shouted, pressing himself through the small slit. Shoulders tensed, eyes widened at the sight of their Corporal, hanging from the ceiling and trapped in a load of wires. Blood dripped down his entire body, covering him in the red liquid that slowly soaked into the sand underneath. Clarice was nervously jumping around the Marine, trying to free him from the torture of the wires cutting deeper into his flesh. Running over, the phyisican tried to instruct Jason and Nick what to do with Merwin, not realising that the panic took over her figure.

" Hold tight buddy, we got you. " Jason tried to keep the sound of his voice calm and reassuring, not needing another member filled up with panic next to Clarice. Cutting through the wires that trapped Merwin's body, Sergeant Kay helped to bring him to the down to the ground carefully. Scared to hurt him even more, both Marine's were shocked at the state of the man.

" He's fucked. He's so fucked. " Jason muttered underneath his breath as he tried to find the deepest wounds. Sophia would have fucking known what to do. Opening the belt around his belly part, he locate scratches that almost showed the Corporal from inside out. Squeezing his eyes together, he pressed his gloved hands to the bloody cuts, trying to keep the water from floating out of the figure.

" You gotta pull through it, brother. Shit, we need our medic." Nick said calmly, the shock and fear of losing one of their written over his features. " Keep a lookout." The Sergeant adviced over his shoulder towards the physician standing behind them, watching the scene frightened.

" Lookout? Lookout for what? " She asked, the angst filling the blood in her body. Her head whipped around wildly as she tried to make out anything in the darkness with the small light attached to their earpieces. Suddenly another dreadful scream filled the air as Clarice was dragged into the darkness by something they couldn't make out. Screeching sounds echoed through the caves, alarming the Marine's that something was about to happen. A bad thing.

" What the fuck just happened? " Jason shouted as he dragged Merwin by his left arm, Nick holding on to the right one, through the tunnels, trying to get rid of whatever kind of species followed them.

" He's drawing them to us. We need to use the morphine! Now! " Jason commanded, sitting up Merwin against one of the stone walls before turning around, his rifle in his hands, trying to make out what was following them. But the darkness surrounded them, the flashlights not giving them any kind of vision to see their enemy.

" Hold it the fuck in or you'll kill all three of us! " Nick shouted at Merwin, pressing his flat hand over the Corporal's mouth to keep him from shouting in pain. The echoes would help the creatures to spot their location and take three lives at once. Grabbing the syringe filled with morphine, Jason tried to target the Corporal's leg before injection him the medicine.

" You're killing him, Nick. " The First Lieutenant shouted at his Sergeant, pulling the big hand off of Merwin's mouth to give the man a round of breaths before the Morphine set in. Nodding his head towards the tunnel, Kolchek knew they had to move or they would be an easy prey for those creatures. Holding Merwin on his shoulder, he jogged forward, leaving Nick behind him to keep them covered. Rifle close hanging by his side, the First Lieutenant was ready to aim at any needed timing.

Reaching a room filled with sunlight from the many smaller holes on the ceiling, Jason kneeled down, letting Merwin slip of his shoulder and seating him against one of the huge sculptures. Taking the 9/11 cap from his head, he ran a hand through his brown strands and over his face to calm down the nerve wrecking moment. There was no sight of Sophia so far and with Merwin's condition, he got scared to see the Doctor in the same. Hanging off the ceiling, bleed to death with various cuts or being pulled in the dark by those claws. She didn't know what fighting meant, never trained any skills with him. Enjoyed the scenes in front of her more when her man was training, clothed in a pair of low hanging joggers and nothing else. Drops of sweat running over his muscular chest and toned stomach as he tried to stay in condition - even on vacation.

" This shit is insane. " Sergeant Nick Kay settled beside his best friend, eyes darting from left to right to prevent another ambush by those creatures.

" I couldn't fucking save her. " Jason whispered, brown orbs focused on the ground as the pictures of Sophia, slipping down into the darkness played in front of them again. Over and over. Reminded that he wasn't able to keep her alive. Nick crooked his head towards his Lieutenant and mate, arching an eyebrow in confusion as he wasn't in his sight when the ground broke beneath their feet, trapping them inside those caves with those monsters.

" She fucking fell in front of my eyes and I watched. Heard those fucking piercing scream until it suddenly stopped. It's my fault, I should have never let her follow us to this damn zone. " Brows pulled tight, shoulder's tensing as the man leaned back against the statue. He was putting up a good front but Nick's been with him for years, following his commands and leads, fighting through the worst cases together. Behind the untouchable facade and a good front, waited the concern about Sophia's faith and current condition.

" If she's dead, I will fucking lose my mind. "

" Don't let the caves mess with your mind. She might be alive. " Nick reassured his brother in arms, a large hand placed on his shoulder, shaking him carefully. In all honesty, he never saw his best mate drowning in such sadness and grief about someone. At the Camp, Jason seemed distant to every person around, except for the small personal talks he shared with Nick.

" She's everything I need. More than I imagined. That woman is pure fucking happiness to me. If she's dead, I'm going to fucking kill that guy. Colonel or no Colonel, I don't fucking care. " The threaths were spilling out of his parted lips uncontrolable, mixed with anger and frustration as he hasn't seen any signs of life from Sophia's side. The medic was the one person that was able to break the huge guard down that the First Lieutenant built around him, knowing that his success didn't come from being sentimental with people.

" Jason. " Nick warned, tightening his grip on the Lieutenant's shoulder to grab his attention. It was a change to see him show small amounts of emotion but he couldn't lose his head in this situation. The Sergeant needed the leader to think straight and get them out of here. He was the best of the best when it came to military experience, coming up with plans and shoting their way out of the caves. " Calm down buddy, you need to clear your head and think straight. There might be a good chance that she survived the fall, like us. We didn't fucking die. " His tone was sharp, trying to get through the thick skull of Lieutenant Kolchek.

" She's not made for those fucking operations. " But for once, Jason knew he had to suck it up because Nick was right with his words. " But you're right. Sergeant. I need the clear head to find her and get us out of here. Quick. " He emphasized the last word more than the rest, being clear about the priorities of leaving the caves immediately after finding the rest of the team.

" What's going on in the head of yours? " Jason asked, concerned about the mindset of his brother in arms.

" Remember I told you I had something with one of the jawns on base? " Nick stared at the sand, knowing that blurting out this information was risky but he needed Jason to know. His intentions were to save the woman, he loved. Exactly what the FIrst Lieutenant was going for.

"Shit, Nicky. This about a girl? " Kolshek was back to his usual distant and emotionless self. When his head got turned around by the new medic, Nick encouraged him to keep his mind in the game. Still, Jason wasn't the best when it came to advice giving.

" You never did tell me who it was. " The curiosity got the best of him, after admitting the long ignored feeling for Sophia, he wanted to find out who was the one for his buddy.

" Rachel. " The Sergeant muttered, knowing that if Merwin was awake, he would be using this conversation against them. Throwing amused smirks and tasteless jokes about being in love with a female when sleeping around as a Marine seemed to be more comforting.

" You're fucking with me. " Jason stated, shocked about the confession but keeping his composure. Arching his eyebrows, he waited for further words. But Nick didn't say another word, praying that Rachel landed soft and was alive. Better with Eric because alone, she wouldn't survive this hell.

" Holy shit, Marine. " A chuckle escaped Jason's parted lips. " That's more of a scandalous confession than mine. "

" Gotta keep our shit together and work a way out of this fucking caves. " The First Lieutenant stated, earning himself a nod from the Sergeant beside him. Getting back on their feet, both dusting off their garps and walking over to the unconcious Merwin.

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" Looks like someone found this spot before us. " Rachel landed on the ground, readjusting her vest and taking out the pistole to turn on the extra flashlight.

" A team of archaeologians? " Eric asked, taking the broken sunglasses from his eyes and throwing them away. No need to wear them in an underground system like they were in.

" This is a mess. " Rachel stated, looking around nervously. In the middle of a fight, they landed deep under the earth and the only way out of this, seemed to be downwards at first.

" This is my fault. " Eric muttered, running a hand over his face as he realised how bad his search fo Saddam's weapon silo ended for them. This wasn't close to what thought they would find when invading the shepperd's farm. Placing a comforting hand on his upper arm, the Field Officer shoke her head quietly.

" You put everything into this reserach. "

" And I should have triple checked the data. " The anger in the sound of his voice rose, knowing that he was guilty for their situation. Believing more in technology than the people around him. Genuine and sincere human beings like his wife.

" This place is loaded with archaeological gear. " Nodding her head towards the generator, Eric followed the brown haired woman quickly. He created the mess, he wouldn't want her to get hurt within it. An accident he wouldn't forgive himself.

" We could use those lamps. It could guide Kolchek and his team to us. " Eric suggested, examining the machine. Turning his head to the side, he took in Rachel standing beside him.

" Think we need to find the canister, Rach. " Giving him a nod as her answer, Rachel strolled off, investigating the area around them. Loading her weapon, when calm and soft whimpers caught her attention, she careuflly walked closer to a secluded corner, hidden behind a statue. Not one ray of light reched this side of the tempel as the Field Officer walked closer to the source of the sobbing sounds, without overthinking the situations. An Iraqi could be tricking her, pushing a sharp knive into her figure after she was close enough. But those whimpers and sobs sounded too sincere to belong to a male person. Holding her flashlight at the figure in the corner, huddled together underneath an old blanket, Rachel took the last steps one by one.

„ You're alright? " Her calm voice was shaken with anxiety as she prepared for the worst cast, shooting at the target before getting killed herself. Pulling the blanket softly down with her free hand, a shocked gasp left her lips as she stared down at the brunette. Crouching into the sand next to her, she placed one of her hands flatly on Sophia's thigh.

" Doc. You alright there? " She muttered, trying to gain her full attention. The tempel was way deeper than her and Eric fell, at least the double. Raising her eyebrows, her figure stiffened as Sophia's head snapped around. Soft features covered in tears and scratches from her long freefall downwards.

" Eric! " Rachel shouted over her shoulder with a shaking and concerned voice. The Colonel jogged over to their location quickly, scared that she was stuck somewhere or in trouble with one of the Iraqi soldiers. " What happened? " Holding his pistole at the scene in front of him, his mouth fell open when he saw the medic seated in the corner. Face pale, body stiffened, fingernails digging into the old and raw material of the blanket that covered most parts of her body.

Helping her up carefully, Rachel wrapped her arm around Sophia's waist, bringing her back to the generator while Eric investigated the tempel further to find the canisters filled with fuel.

" Stay right here. We're going to turn the lamps on and then we will treat those wounds. " Squeezing her shoulder gently, the Field Officer rejoined her husband at the generator behind the Doctor. Pouring the fuel slowly inside, the machine still didn't work. With a whispered fuck, the Colonel inspected the wires and tubes underneath the old metal.

" Fuel Tube's worn loose. The damn valve is leaking. "

" Can it be fixed? " Blue eyes drifted from their current problem solving to the frightened Sophia, still seated in place, lids closed to not look into the darkness again.

" I saw duct tape at the table. " Marching his route back to the table, covered in notes, he grabbed the needed utensils and wrapped six rounds over the leak.

" Should be working now. " Rachel spoke with confidence, trying to ease the situation for them as they turned on the light with the flick of all switches on the panel. A relieved sigh left Sophia's lips as she opened her eyes and most of the darkness around her disappeared as the lamps turned on. Running her fingers through her messed up brown strands, she felt the pain in her arm from the scratches. Backpack loaded with medipacks, she grabbed one out of it. She was an expert for small wounds, grabbing the disinfectant and a pad to clean her injuries from the sand and dirt.

" I should take a look at Sophia. She's not used to those situations and she's probably worrying about Kolchek. " Rachel informed her husband, who answered with a suprised facial expression at the mention of the First Lieutenant's name.

" Lieutenant Kolchek? " If there was a chance to put questions marks above his head, Eric would have hundreds of them.

" You truly are blind? He's protecting the shit out of her and she almost fainted in the helo when Kolchek didn't walk out in 10 seconds. " Rachel raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

" Didn't know he had feelings. " Eric shrugged, turning around to investigate the other archaeological gear that was left in the temple.

" I know someone else. " Rachel muttered as she walked over to the medic. Sophia tried to keep her composure but the tense shoulders and narrowed eyebrows fucked it up. With a sigh, the Field Officer sat down on the stones opposite of her.

" How did you fall so deep? "

" Lieutenant Kolchek tried to save me but the ground was faster with swallowing me. When I first landed, I tried to look around to find out where the hell I was but the whole earthquake didn't stop. I landed inside a tunnel and after hearing those screeching sounds and gunfire, I backed away. Tumbling into one of those slides and landing down here. Couldn't see my own hand. " The medic inspected the medium sized cuts down her right arm, last one ending at her wrist. Carefully tapping the pad over the scratches, she felt the relaxation settle in. None of them were deadly or hurting her enough to turn her into a lost case.

" Things between you and the Colonel don't sound so good. " It wasn't her place to interrupt or ask about their situation. A small conversation about topics different than what's going on, helped the medic to feel comfortable. Shaking her head with a sigh, Rachel stared down at the ring around her finger. A beautiful silver shining one with a single small diamond on the front.

„ It‘s complicated.“ She whispered, overthinking the decisions made in the past. The decision to give up her marriage to a man, she has grown with as part of the military. Meeting him at the academy and falling in love after discovering the mutual interests. But the paths they chose to find happiness weren‘t successful. Somewhere between their positions and the misunderstandings, Rachel and Eric lost eachother. „Being apart for a year does change a hell load.“ She let out a dry chuckle, realising how fucked up her situation was with Sergeant Kay on the one side and her husband Lieutenant Colonel Eric King on the other.

„Shouldn’t you be wearing a ring?“ Rachel‘s curiosity got the best of her, focusing on the female in front of her, treating her own wounds with such expertise. Gaze of her brown orbs drifted from her arm to the Field Officer‘s features. One eyebrow arched at the unidentified reason behind her sudden question, Sophia didn‘t know what the right answer could have been.

„I‘m not married.“ The Doc blurted out, knowing that it wasn’t the most pleasant answer after their reassuring conversation in the help at arrival.

„Not married and he never mentioned a woman in the nightly conversation rounds with beer. At least, not a serious relationship but the shit before he joined the Marine‘s.“ Rachel didn‘t intend to be noisy about the medic‘s personal situation but the Field Officer liked to have an overview of current statuses between team members. Genuine feelings towards one could lead to negative decision for the rest of the unit.

„Complicated might seem to be the right term aswell.“ Sophia chuckled, throwing the used pads away.

„I hear you.“ A reassuring smile on her thin lips, she stopped asking questions about it. Loud voices and screams filled the temple, echoing from the stone walls. Flinching at the sudden sounds, Eric called the two woman towards the tape recorder on the other side of the room. A male voice, filled with pure angst, explained the situation he was in. Monsters flew from the ceiling, taking them down one by one in the background as he talked about an old curse. A world the humans should have never entered as it was buried deep enough underneath their feet. Land, they should have never walked on because from their first step into the caves, those monstrous creatures were hunting them. The trigger on a gun was pulled, the shot ending the recorded tape.

„Bullshit.“ Eric spat, not believing the words of the man. „There are no monster.“

„I heard the screeching sounds.“ Sophia spoke up from behind them. Plump bottom lip captured by her teeth as she tried to recreate the very moment before landing in the temple. „There was this tunnel. Not even the slightest light except for the small lamp over the earpiece. I was trying to regroup with Sergeant Kay or Lieutenant Kolchek, whispering their names but the only answer I got, where those sounds. A very high tone that went through my figure, sending shivers over every limp.“ Shaking his head with a semi loud laugh, the Colonel couldn’t believe one word of the made up horror story.

„ Watched too many movies, Doc?“ The amused sound of his voice heated up the blood inside of Sophia. This entire scenario wasn’t some made up cover book story, it was their lives on the line. Small stones and more sand was falling down from the hole, Eric and Rachel came through. Narrowing his eyebrows, the Colonel walked closer to see the reason behind the sounds of footsteps.

„Hello?“ King‘s voice was loud and clear, not affected by the stories he had heard about those creatures. Lurking in the darkness and waiting for a good moment to start their ambush. Suddenly one of the ropes moved and for a single second, Sophia felt the hope raising in her chest to see Jason one more time but instead the Captain of the Republican Guard slid down into the temple, shooting his rifle in the air at the three survivors.

„Shit!“ Eric grabbed Rachel‘s arm, pulling her with him and out of the bullets range. Following them closely behind, Sophia held onto the straps of her backpack, scared lose the medipacks. In this hell, everyone could get wounded in a matter of seconds. Trying to keep up with the married pair in front of her. When she had the chance to train her condition with Jason, the Doctor always denied. A decision she regretted in this moment, knowing that she wouldn‘t stay alive if the hunt was going on for long. Rachel looked over her shoulder, slowing her running pace down to stay with Sophia on the same height. The Marine‘s called her Queen Bitch but she didn’t make impression of such a bossy and nearly person. The shots followed them closely, the enemy Captain not giving up until he had them killed, their blood soaked up by the sand.

„Any call signs, this is King. Contact, contact! Taking fire! Does anyone copy? Over.“ The Field Officer shouted into the earpiece while dragging the medic along with her. Their hope of being saved by the Marine‘s started to disappear as no one answered Rachel‘s pleading call for help.

Sophia felt the breath being stuck in her throat, trying to crawl it’s way up through the dry pipe. Not an ounce of air was left for running further or faster. Eric stopped dead in his tracks, looking around the new found area nervously. There was no escape for them from the delirious Iraqi Captain. In his impatience to make up a plan, he grabbed a rope from one of the wooden boxes, wrapping it tightly around his own waist.

„That looks decades old.“ Rachel warned him about the condition of the string he picked up and wanted to use.

„That’s no solution, Colonel.“ Sophia added, coughing at the dryness inside of her throat. Grabbing behind her, she reached into the side pocket of her backpack, finding a small bottle filled with water. The Marine‘s were used to those temperatures but she, as the medic, had to keep their health status under control. A reason for her to stay inside of her mind aswell.

„He‘s coming!“ Rachel nervously piped up, holding her pistol lower to not share their location with the enemy. Grabbing a stone from beside her, she threw it into another direction to distract the man from shooting them while fleeing the cliff. Rushing to the nearest wall, the Colonel shooed Rachel and Sophia forwards a small rock ledge. Stepping hastily over the stones , the medic held her breath. Too scared to make one wrong stomp and falling down the abyss which seemed to never end. As they crossed the ledge with success, the tunnels and caves began to ramble again, another earthquake approaching. Falling backwards against the wall, Sophia squeezed her eyes together. The piercing scream of Rachel caught her attention as she saw Eric laying on the ground, struggling to hold on to the rope.

„Rachel!“ The medic heard Eric shout from close to the abyss, falling back on his back with a loud cry. Eyes widened, Sophia didn’t want to believe what happened. Losing Rachel to the darkness as the rope couldn’t hold the Field Officer. Too frightened to move from her spot, her fingernails tried to dig into the stones, almost drawing blood as she had to listen to Eric‘s painful screams and words.

„Colonel? Is that you?“ Sergeant Nick‘s voice echoed through the cave as he ran over to King, picking him up from his crumbled state. „What happened to Rachel?“

„ We were ambushed by enemy. He opened fire on us and Rach.“ The Colonel spoke between sobs, pointing to the cliff he laid on seconds ago. „She fell.“

„ They‘re coming for us. They‘re coming.“ Corporal Merwin spoke up, his former amused voice turned serious and choppy.

„We gotta move. Colonel, we’re sitting ducks.“ Lieutenant Kolshek shouted, slowly retreating backwards to unite with the team members. „We need to fall back, now.“ He turned around in a swift motion, the rifle tightly in his hands. Not further investigating the surroundings, he wanted to keep the unit alive.

„Buddy.“ Nick nudged him with his elbow, nodding towards the once again huddled Sophia at the wall.

„ We don‘t have time for any ..“ The First Lieutenant turned around to check where the Sergeant‘s flashlight pointed at, the words he wanted to shout stuck in throat. Lowering his own rifle slowly, Jason walked closer to the devastated figure seated against the wall.

„Soph?“ He carefully whispered, his heart beating faster by second as he didn’t want to believe in his luck. The caves were playing with his mind earlier, hallucinations could make the situation worse. „Soph.“ His southern accent got clearer with the frustration in his voice as her head snapped upwards. The all too familiar sound pulling her out of the frightening trance, staring at Jason‘s figure teary-eyed.

„ Fucking hell, you‘re alive.“ His careful steps turned into a confident and fast walk towards the struggling female. Relief washing over his body as he fell to his knees in front of her. Large hand, covered in sand and dirt, hovering over her bruised cheek. " I thought I fucking lost you. " He whispered to her, a tiny crack in the sound of his voice. Sophia watched his brown orbs softened as she forced a small smile on her lips to reassure him of her condition. A hint of sadness glimmering behind both of their eyes, Jason trying to maintain most of his composure in front of the Colonel. Pressing one, two, three little kisses to her forehead, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her exhausted body up.

" As much as I enjoy seeing Kolchek show his sloppy side, those creatures are still after us." Corporal Merwin pulled himself towards one of the walls to sit up straighter. Sophia caught a glimpse of the older man, eyes widened at the blood covered body.

" What happened to him? I need to treat his wounds." She didn't hesitate but Jason 's reflexes were better than her movements, holding her by her wrist and pulling her back close to him.

" Let's get inside first. Cliff is too open. " Nick grabbed the bleeding figure of Merwin and walked towards the entrance back to the main temple. The place where Rachel found Sophia and the ambush started.

" Stay cautious. He could still be around. " The Colonel informed from behind, stepping past the unit and holding out his pistol. Flashlight flickered from left to right, trying to make out their surroundings.

With an arched eyebrow in confusion, Jason approached Eric.

" The Iraqis are the least of our problems right now. " The situation was out of their hands but with Sophia in his arm, he seemed to be more confident about getting the team out of this place. Rough fingertips caressed over the exposed skin on her waist, feeling the warmth of his touch spreading through her body. Not a chance to deny that the Doctor still felt attracted to the First Lieutenant. In the end, they ended their relationship because of time trouble and not the loss of their feelings for eachother. A small, sad smile formed on her plump lips as she tilted her head upwards to look at him. Jason was staring at the Colonel, waiting for further instructions about their next steps but King wasn't talking. With a gentle squeeze to her waist, he let go to close the door behind them. Taking over the control as none other seemed to have a clear mind. Losing Rachel to the abyss wasn't an easy situation to swallow. A woman, loved by two man that couldn't be more different in personality and military rank.

" We gotta lock this place down. " Jason ordered, putting a wooden plank into the hooks to secure more safety. " Form a defensive perimeter and buy ourselves some goddamn breathing space. Enough time to bandage up the Corporal and find out how to get out of this fucking hell. "

" Lieutenant. " Eric spoke up, his voice having a faint crack while speaking. The result from screaming down the unknown abyss as Rachel decided her own fate with cutting the ropes. " What did you mean when you said the Iraqis are the least of our worries? " Jason's words concerned the Colonel, being the lone survivor of not getting into contact with one of those creatures.

" You believe in God? " The First Lieutenant asked, the raspy sound in his voice pointing out the seriousness of his question. One hand placed on his the handle of his rifle, his left arm found it's place back around Sophia again. He wouldn't let her out of his sight again, knowing that the risk of losing her, was in those caves more intense than before. Walking out of his life was one thing but seeing her being slaughtered by the sharps claws of those creatures, would take the sense of being alive out of his body. Sophia listened closely to the conversation, her mind still scrambled and trying to comprehend the happenings of the past hours.

" Absolutely not. " King answered with an amused shake of his head.

" Well start believing. " His head turned towards Merwin. Seated against a wall, taking laborated breaths as he thought against the pain of his injuries. Small drops of blood falling from the different sized cuts the wires left in his flesh. " We are under attack by.. I don't know what. You wouldn't believe me even if I tried. Hell, I don't believe it and I was fucking there. " Jason rambled on, not finding an explaination for the creatures that wanted them dead.

" Monsters. " Sergeant Kay added from further away, investigating the closed door.

" Come on. You're jumping at shadow. "

" Sir, with all due respect - " But before Jason could try to explain further what he saw, Eric cut him off.

" Lieutenant! We're trapped down here with an enemy Iraqi, maybe more. Whatever you think you've seen - it's bullshit. " The angry edge of his voice echoed through the empty halls as his voice got louder with every word, not daring himself to believe the unbelievable words about the creatures.

" We should move on. " Nick interrupted the conversation before it turned into a solid fight. Earning a nod from the Colonel to move forward, the tunnel's turned dark. The source of light disappeared around them, leaving them in almost complete darkness once again. Sophia's fingernails digged into Jason's vest, scared to hear those screeching sounds or being dragged away. Beautiful and teary-eyed face pressed into his muscular chest, not wanting to leave him once again.

„Keep an eye on Merwin and Sophia. We‘ll check this out.“ Fuck you and your need to show bravery in the worst situations, Kolchek. Leaning his head down to have the Doctor in his gaze, a small smile tugged at his lips at the sight. They haven‘t been close after deciding to go different paths with their lives but it felt like yesterday when she fell asleep in his arms. This was his second chance, the last one to fight for her attention and keep her close to his heart. If there was the slightest chance of leaving this hell alive, he would propose to her. An official statement about his feelings and the future, Jason clearly saw with her. Middle and pointer finger placed underneath her chin, he carefully pushed her face upwards. „I will be right back. Stay close to the Colonel.“

Lips curled into a sad but faint smile, reassuring him that she would be okay but Jason could see behind the good front. Fingertips nervously tapping against his upper arms, plump lips pressed together tightly and the concerned glimpse in her beautiful brown orbs.

„Lieutenant. We have to check it out immediately before we‘re drowning in more darkness.“ Nick stepped forward, hating to interrupt the moment of small happiness and closure his buddy enjoyed. The scene played in front of him, reminding him more of what he had lost as Rachel fell down the abyss. No one could know what was at the end, if she was still alive.

Jason‘s chewed up lips found their place against Sophia‘s forehead, peppering the sweaty skin with little kisses before pushing himself back. This mission needed to be under control to get them out alive, he couldn’t drown his consciousness too far in those special moments with the medic. On the outside, the First Lieutenant seemed to be calm and collected but a glance closer into the brown of his eyes, the two sides were fighting inside. One half wanting to give in to the desires of loving touches and careful kisses while the other part tried to stay alert from incoming dangers and putting the lives of the team in front of anything else. Clear your fucking head, man. You can’t act delusional, those fucking team is relying on me.

Having a tight grip on his rifle, the First Lieutenant walked to the open doors that lead into the underground temple. The main room of the King‘s in the ancient years. Turning into every possible direction, Jason didn‘t want to give those creatures the chance of an ambush.

„So this is Saddam‘s chemical weapon silo, huh? Run for the fucking hills. We‘re all doomed.“ Jason knew that every death in this underground freak show was on the Colonel‘s back. His entire system failed the unit, leading them into this death trap instead of a win against the Iraqis.

„Eric‘s gonna have some pretty rough questions to answer.“

„ I wouldn’t like to be in those shoes.“ As the Colonel and the new commander of Camp Slayer, Eric hat the authority to lead them into any war. But this step and decision was a mistake in a million different unspoken ways. He led them into their deaths, already sacrificed Rachel and Clarice to the darkness. Step by step, the brothers in arms reached the generator. Electric spark flew around the cut cables and wires.

„Sabotage?“

„ Looks like it. Cover me.“ Nick answered, eyes focused on taping the wires back together to ensure the light source would work again. A loud rambling started as the generator turned back on, enlightened the room with archaeological gear once again.

„Good Job, Sergeant.“ As soon as Jason blurted out the first nice comment towards Nick, the lights in the tunnels to the next room gave up. „Dropkick, this is Mailman Two-One Actual. We‘re heading deeper. Over.“ The first Lieutenant informed the Colonel about their walk further into the darkness to investigate the reasons behind the failing lights.

" Cables are split. Let's find the intruder. " Nick focused on the colorful wires underneath their feet, following the Lieutenant towards the next dim lightened room. With squeezed eyes at the way in front of the mates, the Sergeant grabbed Jason's shoulder tightly, pulling him back with slight force to prevent his buddy from stepping into a trap. Raising his eyebrows at the sudden movement, Kolchek turned around.

" Tripwire. " Sergeant Kay informed, pointing the light of his rifle down towards the entrance to the room. It was simple enough to say that this wasn't made by the creatures. The Iraqi from the cliff, Eric talked about, who was responsible for Rachel's fall, still hunted them. The Marine's stepped into a misery, surrounded by two completely different kinds of enemies. One point was clear, no matter creatures or Iraqi's, the death of the soldier was a high request. Intruders to a land, they frankly knew about. With a quite noiseless step, the Marine's surmounted the placed trap, the Lieutenant crouching down in front of it with a silentchuckle at the easy construction.

" Counter explosion? " Nick surveyed their surroundings, keeping an eye on the tunnels that lead out and in of the room. This entire underworld cave turned out be a maze. No safety guaranteed in any of the sand tunnels.

" Nah. " With the quick cut of his knive, he dismantled the grenade at the wall, stuck on with two large pieces of black tape. " Gotta be the guy who shot at Eric. Motherfucker's hunting us. " Dusting off the sand of his three-colour desert fatigue pants, the sharp weapon back in the pocket on his waist. Unconvential contemplations filled the Lieutenant's head, faint shivers covering his arms at the situation the unit was dragged in. Unintenionally pulling innocent's with them into the sand grave because of Eric's sudden need to prove the mechanism of the Caelus system. With a slightly tiled head towards the radio device equipped to the strap of his loaded backpack, Jason cleared his throat to send a warning. After all the enemies put a mark on their backs and minimized the team, he couldn't risk losing another one.

"Dropkick. This is Mailman Two-One Actual. Do you copy? Over. " Eric's voice echoed through the small room as an answer to Jason's signal. "Your friend sprung an IED on us. We're good but you'll want to keep your eyes open in case he's left any more love notes. Over. " Darting his head from left to right, the Lieutenant inspected the room further. Such an easy trap couldn't be placed as the single defense line for the Iraqis.

" Moving up. Dropkick Out. " The Colonel answered from the end of the line, informing the Marine's that's he's following.

" He's moving up. " Jason stated through gritted teeth, the anger of his selfish behaviour starting to boil in his blood. With the Iraqis trapped inside a sand cave, hunted by monster, creatures none living person could identify, the Colonel left two unfortunate human beings in the center of being attacked. A Corporal covered in his own red fluids, dripping out of every cut the wires had left and a Doctor that didn't sign up to be part of a mission that escalated in this way.

" Shame you warned him about the tripwire. " The amusement in Nick's voice was mixed with a glimpse of truth. If Eric wouldn't be with them, his chances of being with Rachel without the amount of pressure, would have been higher. " Not using his brain if he leaves them behind. " He added carefully, knowing that every fiber inside of Jason was ticking, the anger issues waiting for the explosion of feelings. Lips tightly pressed together, lids closed for a moment, the Lieutenant calmed his nerve wrecking hatred towards King. If a fight would erupt between the team, it would cost them much more time to leave this hell. All heads had to be in the game of survival.

" Should probably check that tunnel for further traps before resetting. " Giving him permission to move further, Jason nodded towards the wooden box, blocking their way. Steps from behind approached, the sand mixed with pebbles underneath their shoes denying an ambush by humans. Leaning his head over his left shoulder as Nick cleared the way, the flashlight of Eric's pistol revealed his arrival. Concerned about the two unarmed persons, the Colonel left behind, the Lieuteant and the Sergeant shared a look of knowledge. They've been through the toughest mission, clearing backs and keeping their eyes on eachother, in case the enemy tried to turn their plan into a failure. With the time spent in Iraq, Nick found out more about Jason's personality and the way he worked.

From the outside, not even a sharp knive would be able to pierce through the thick stone walls the Lieuteant plastered around him. Being an emotionless man, filled with the need to revenge an event, he could have never changed. But the selfless and emotional part of him shimmered through for a second when his unit was shelled under the enemies fire, keeping a clear sight on the members to bring them all back to the base, healthy. With Sophia being part of this useless search for Saddam's chemical weapons, Kay had the chance to experience more about the hidden sides of his buddy. Not even death could keep the Lieutenant from protecting the medic at all costs. Even if it meant to die himself so she could see the sun and feel the warmth of the planet again.

" Listen. " Jason held up a finger towards Nick, leaning closer with head towards the tunnel that laid ahead of them. Painful scream echoed form the end, a voice they've known well. " Is that Joey? He's alive. " The happiness in his voice about finding another man of their unit was glimmering through the serious expression on his face.

" It can't be. " Nick spoke up, raising his eyebrows in confusion. Before the ground started to break underneath their feet, Joey died in his arms after being torn apart by the Iraqis bullets. None would have been able to save him from the bleeding wounds. The loss of the needed liquid too much to help. In the end, it would have been torture to fight with death for the young Lance Corporal.

" It's this fucking place, Jason. " Nick spat, shaking his head frequently, not believing his own ears at the screams filled with helplessness and pain reached their position again. The voice sounded familiar, exactly like the one of the man that left his life to fight the Republican Guards.

" Can't know for sure, buddy. " The First Lieutenant stated, convinced of the ability to save one. Stepping forward without further words, Nick's large hand grabbed the straps of his mate's backpack that were clipped together on his chest. Pulling him back with enough force to make him stop in his tracks, the Sergeant's serious glare focused on the believing man.

" It's a trap. "

" We don't know that. And we don't leave men behind. Semper Fi. " Jason clearly informed, reminding the Sergeant that it wasn't his position to decide the further steps. As First Lieutenant, Kolchek was the leader of the Marine's unit, picking up on advice and clues but with all facts, he selected the best of plans.

" Semper Fi. " With no words left to discuss about Joey, Nick knew that he wouldn't get through the thick skull of Jason's. If he made it up in his mind, no one was able to stop him from going down that path. Except for a Marine with a higer rank or the leader of Camp Slayer.

" Somebody wanna tell me what's going on here? " The Colonel's steps came closer to the Marine's position, his pistol aimed at the two men in front of him. Eyes narrowed at the person standing opposite of them, the disseminating cold spread through the room as Eric closened in on their conversation. With the losses they had to take and the enemy running free around the same sand caves, the team didn't need a fighting point within their walls.

" We heard Joey through the tunnel. We're going to rescue him. " Jason took a step back from the intense staredown with Nick, leaning his head slightly into his neck to look past the Colonel. Seeing no one followed him around the corner, he let his stare drift to the sandy ground beneath them, knowing that with one glance, the rage inside of him could explode. Fist after fist colliding with Eric's face for having the nerves to leave a wounded and an unarmed person behind in a messed up underground system.

But it wasn't his place to manhandle him, losing his rank for assaulting a man of higher rank than himself. With the chance of being fired from the Marine's, he couldn't take the risk. Spreading out further into the maze that built itselves underneath the usual ground could be the only solution of finding a way out but it meant to divide the team. Corporal was not able to move to further locations and if one of them had to carry Merwin, there was a slighter chance of surviving an enemies attack with at least one more person down.

" Alright. I'll lead the way. " Eric announced confidently, loading the magazine of his pistol with a hint of a smile on his thin lips. Eyebrows furrowed together at the two Marine's in front of him, he leaned his head towards the First Lieutenant. " Kolchek. " Sudden bursts of confidence made him sound like an asshole, showing off the commanding side of his personality. " You guard Merwin and the Doc. Sergeant Kay and I will go ahead. " Stepping forward, the Colonel was ready to prove that he wasn't a burden to the team.

" Not happening, Colonel. Nick and I are doing this alone. " Jason pushed Eric back with his fingertips, shaking his head at the commando.

" Do you realize the consequences of this, Kolchek? " Taking the steps forward again, the anger started to rise inside of the Colonel. Minutes ago, he lost the woman that he wanted to spend the eternity with to the abyss because of the Captain of the Republican Group. Revenge was written in the flames that burned in his orbs, wanting nothing more than to hunt the bastard that took half of his heart.

" I've got bigger things to worry about. " The First Lieutenant stated, referring to the creatures that waited in the dark to nibble at their fresh flesh, drowning themselves in the amounts of blood the Marine's had.

Sharp claws ripping their thin skin open until the muscles underneath showed. Sophia being stuck with them in an ancient temple structure, none of them could describe or know about. A woman, he dearly loved and wanted to get out of this hole without further injuries.

" He's right, buddy. " Nick interfered the showdown for dominance with his words, catching Jason off guard. Arching an eyebrow in disbelief that his brother sided with the Colonel, the Sergeant chuckled quietly.

" They need protection, you're the best man for that. " Patting the First Lieutenant's shoulder, he earned himself a nod as an answer to conclusion. King wasn't the best shooter but Jason has been through tough situation. Every single bullet being a precise one, hitting the target without wasting too much. Pushing past the Colonel, Jason aimed his rifle in front of him to prevent surprise attacks as he stepped through the tunnel back to temple. Seated up in the supply tent was Merwin, holding a cloth to one of his wounds. Other hand occupied with keeping his chest up straight. Sophia crouched in front of him, fiddling around with one of the medipacks to bandage the stitches up.

" Colonel didn't allow you to play? " Merwin chuckled as the First Lieutenant walked closer. The rifle dropping to the side of his body, letting the built up guard fall for merely a second. With Nick and Eric exploring the source of the voice, he was the man to protect the two that couldn't fight for themselves. With Sophia, it wasn't new to him. When he visited her in New York, spending hours with her at the bar they met, young males couldn't keep their eyes of the dressed up female. A dress, too tight for his liking to wear outside of the apartment, hugging her curves perfectly, giving the man around a delicious view of her ass. One that belonged to him for months but they surely didn't care about that information. Holding up his middle finger towards the wounded Corporal, it was an answer enough to his unsatisfied question.

" All good? " He crouched down beside the medic, his large hand placed on the small of her back. A shiver running over her skin as Jason's warmth spread through her own body. There wasn't a chance to deny the effect he still had on her. It hadn't changed with their breakup, neither had her feelings. Heart skipping a beat faster, trembling fingertips and the glimpse of comfort and happiness in her chocolate eyes when he was around. A hint of a relieved smile played on Kolchek's lips, one that the unit wasn't used to as he took in her profile from the side. A moment that Merwin saw, letting out a deep but amused chuckle at the scene he witnessed.

" There's the reason our First Lieutenant wasn't fucking around. " Sophia's gaze drifted from the medipack in her hands to the man, crouched beside her. In the moment, she decided to call the quits, her self conscious already told her that it was a mistake. A First Lieutenant with a successful further career in front of him, perfect condition and shape since bootcamp and an accent that made her melt. It was a matter of time until her place in his heart would have been replaced. Throat constricted as she swallows tightly, the cruel world around them turned into thin air. Longing gazes lingering on eachother, his brown orbs softening and drifting to her lips merely a second. Unspoken words between them that none was able to understand. His mouth opened as if he wanted to pour out the words that weren't talked about the past months, seperated from the other. Expectantly, she waited to hear those words. Jason's expression strained, standing up and he was gone to inspect the other remaining archaelogical supplies. Trying to stifle the unsatisfied groan that infiltrated her voice, she covered it up with a subtle sigh. Fingertips brushing over the different sized bandages, she grabbed a rather big one to wrap around Merwin's torso. Hands swiftly manuevering around the Corporal to tape his wounds from bleeding further, she gave him a thumbs up before cleaning her own digits with one of the cloths.

" Lay down and rest. " Sophia ordered, pointing to the stretcher next to the Corporal. Merwin opened his mouth, another amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Holding her pointer finger up, she hushed him, not interested in more negative comments about her being a woman. Eyes turned forward, she ruffled her hands through the brown strands on her head. With all the mess around them, she didn't feel the need to look like perfection. A small smile curved her plump lips as she trudged towards the First Lieutenant, who's rough fingertips paged down an old book. Seeping into her mind, so that the position he was a familiar sight. As she paused behind him, it was hard not to fancy the way he was deeply into reading the old notes. Despite everything, the fact that there was a chance to not make it out alive of those caves, she felt the comfortable feeling of being by Jason's side settle in slowly. Fighting a battle with her self conscious about her further behaviour towards him, Sophia gathered the most of her courage together.

" Jason. " Her sweet voice was barely a whisper, soft fingertips stroking gently over his upper arm. Jason's body tensed at the sudden skin on skin contact, shivers creating underneath her touch. Turning on his heel to face the Doctor, he pushed the rifle further towards his back. A lump grew in his throat at the sight of her - the small scratches from the long fall, covering her soft features. His hand raised towards her face, the rough fingertip of his thumb caressing over her cheek - careful to not press on the small wounds. Lips parted, she wanted to speak about their situation, the odd behaviour towards eachother and the subtle comment made my Merwin about their time being detached. But instead, Sophia leaned her head against his chest, nuzzling her face in the blue fabric. With a deep breath of comfort, she inhaled his scent. The aftershave he loved to use, mixed with the typical vanilla hint.

Tight arms wrapped around her body, holding her close with his features buried in her brown hair. The scent of cherry blossoms mixed with a small amount of pomegranate filled his nose, the same type he got used to when she stepped out of the shower. Fingers carefully slipped underneath his shirt, the tips gently stroke over his lower back while his rough thumbs caressed her waist. The strong southern accent merged with his husky voice murmured against her ear, chewed up lips brushing across her temple. "I've missed this a fucking load."

Pace of her heart quickened as the words rang through her ears, over and over. A single puff of air left her parted lips as Sophia leaned slightly backwards. One of her hands wandering up his back and his broad shoulders until she reached his face. Soft strokes around his jaw, her gaze lingered on his features. Taking his appearance in as she didn't see him months ago. Felt like decades since she felt this comfortable closure of him. Eyebrows narrowed together, head tilted slightly to the side, Jason watched her and waited for her to speak. Instead of answering, she pulled his face down. The press of his lips made her feel home. A feeling of safety she missed those past weeks, one she wouldn't exchange at any cost. Just for a moment, everything around them seemed to slip away.

Jason moved his lips tenderly against hers, pouring all the unspoken emotions into the shared kiss. Past weeks, he almost forgot how sweet she tasted when he focused no further movements. But the simple wasn't enough for him, he needed to feel more of her to realise that the interaction wasn't the result of fond imagination. The kiss stayed simple, Jason moving his lips against Sophia's, one of his hands slowly travelling around her waist and down to her ass. Squeezing her curvy bottom side, a surprised gasp left her lips. A chance for the Lieutenant to deepen their slow kiss, tasting more of her as his tongue flicked against hers.

Moving his other hand at the same pace to the same place, Jason pushed Sophia up carefully, gesturing for her to jump slightly. Teeth pulled over his bottom lip, a faint hiss left his parted lips. Lids half-closed, eyebrows narrowed together, the Lieutenant tried to contain his desires. Trapped underneath tons of sand and earth, all had to keep a clear mind to fight through the enemies. But with Sophia around, the soft brushes of her touch at his neck, playing with the brown strands. Pillow-like lips pressed against his chewed up ones, skin teared open from dragging his teeth over his bottom lip in pure concentration. Large hands travelling further down her legs, Jason placed them at the back of her thighs, heaving her up on his waist. Pressure applied to his clothed crotch, her legs wrapped tightly around him with the Lieutenant leaning back to seat himself proberly on the wooden table. Digits wandered underneath her ripped shirt, softly caressing over the scratched skin of her back. Falling through the ruines, sharp objectives like broken glass and stone edges leaving marks on her precious figure.

Sweet and gentle kisses turned into a heated make up session, tongue's playing with eachother's, hands roaming over their figures. Sand caves and sounds around them vanished, trapped in their bubble of desire and love. Raking her slim fingers through the hair on the back of his head, her fingertips slipped underneath his beloved cap, pushing it off to feel the longer strands of brown on the top. Jason always had a thing for keeping the perfectly combed locks hidden. One trait of his, Sophia didn't like. She loved to run her digits through the mane when their lips touched. Times, he was buried with his face between her legs, tongue darting in and out off her entrance, it was the single chance to pull on the soft brown hair, pushing him deeper and holding him at the right spot when she was close. So long without his touch had left her needy and weak, ignoring the hellhole they were held in as she slowly melted more into their shared kiss. Sensational feeling of his warm spreading throughout her figure, her hips almost circling laying eights on it's own. The hard points of his fingers are almost painful around her waist, trying to hold her in place. Leaning his head backwards, their lips disconnected. A breathy groan left his swollen lips, eyebrows furrowed together at the sudden sensation.

" I don't think this is the fucking right place. " Voice husky, his southern accent coming out clearer. Brown orbs clouded with lust and desire, Jason's breaths harder than they should be. Thumbs drawing circles on her waist, he slightly tilted his head to the side. A small, reassuring smile tugging on the corners of his lips, covering up the anxiety that formed as Sophia didn't spoke a word. In a swift motion, the medic climbed off his lap. Flat and shaky hands running over her clothes to straighten them, in an attempt of not showing what happened. Clearing her throat, he could see the war behind her good front. An uncertainty that strived against affection and loyalty. Her mouth opens to deliver at least a word, but the shouts of the Colonel in their earpieces speared through the air. Jason jumped down from the table, eyes squeezed together to understand the choppy and struggled voice. One hand at the earpiece, listening closely to the instructions. The other pulling around the crotch area his three coloured desert fatigue pants, trying to adjust the rounded swelling bulge from the intimate encounter with Sophia. With a different occassion, laying comfortably in his double sized bed with the duvets drapped over their figures, he wouldn't have wasted more than a minute to bury his cock deep in her, sliding in and out between her wet folds.

" At least we had our fair share of private quality time. " The Lieutenant's deep chuckle caught her off guard. A complete opposite to the hesitant and quiet attitude he showed when he pushed away. With the shake of her head, her puffy lips curved in a faint smile. Behind the emotionless front was the man she fell in love with, hidden from the Marine‘s that wouldn't take him serious if he showed too much emotions. Sophia seated herself upon one of the solid rock structures behind them, chin laid in her hands, watching Jason's hasty movements on his gear with raised eyebrows.

" Shit. " Cursed words leaving his parted, still swollen lips. Teeth scratching over the bottom one again, losing his concentration in the dirty thoughts in his head - replaying for the millionth time.

" What happened? " The curiosity peaked through her nervous figure, the muscles in his back flexed, brown eyes focused on loading the magazine of his rifle. Nervous fingers stroke over the handle, a deep breath leaving his parted lips when he succeeded. The unfamiliar feeling of Sophia's warmth kept him from the original plan of finding a way out of this misery, forgetting about the unit he was responsible for.

" Fucker lost Nicky. " Serious and stern voice, laced with his thick southern accent, he held the gun tightly in his grasp. " Going to look for him. " The announcement of Jason leaving her alone with Merwin once again made her shudder. Thoughts of being taken or killed by one of the creatures, the Corporal not being able to protect her. Gulping down the gathered spit mixed with air in her throat, Sophia almost choked.

[raeymond]

(n)sfw hc’s. jason kolchek&nick kay/reader.

warnings. 18+ explicit content! (seperate hc’s)

— for anon <3 minors pls dni!

jason kolchek.

— just like normal, jason is exceptionally sweet in the bedroom. naturally he’s a giver, so he’ll always put your pleasure before his. he knows all the right things to do to have you cumming quick, whether his fingers, cock or mouth — he’s sure to have you wanting more and more of him. i mean who wouldn’t?

— you definitely have a voice kink because of him, his southern accent much different than the rest of your partners. and when he’s mumbling in your ear about how good you are and how pretty you look, you think you could cum right on the spot. he knows what kind of effect he has on you, and he’s sure to take advantage of it — after all, what’s a prettier sight than your s/o getting off from your voice alone?

— he likes to get a little risky sometimes. letting you suck him off/having sex with you if you come to visit him while he’s been deployed — he can’t help himself, you showing up all cute and irresistible makes him just go crazy. and he’s aware of the troubles that will come if you two happen to get caught, so he’s actually very cautious when it comes to these things. sure, he knows it’d be less trouble if he just waited until he got home so you two could be in private, it’s much more fun to let himself take a little risk from time to time.

nick kay.

— nick is a romantic by heart and he’s always ready to make you feel special, paying special attention to each and every part of you whenever the two of you share intimate moments. he’d be lying if he said that his favorite thing to do with you wasn’t to spoil you with his love — it’s the way that he gets you off, and he finds himself easily getting off too when you’re getting off.

— he’s very loud in the bedroom, always giving responses and reactions to the things he likes or doesn’t like so you’ll never have to guess when you’re pleasing him. and he’s also careful to pay attention to your reactions, too, finding what you like and don’t like — it’s the least he can do for somebody as special and important like you. and he doesn’t mind having to spend extra time learning your body, you taste and feel so amazing that it’d be a crime to not get more of you.

— but, nick has always wanted to try something with another person (preferably jason), he’s always been a bit curious on what it’d be like. he’s too nervous to ask you in case you think he’ll be weird, so he keeps it to himself — but he enjoys joking about it with you, and if jason is around as well he might gather up the courage to be serious about it and ask the two of you for real.

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Jason Kolchek x Reader: Early Morning Encounters

Jason was absolutely 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭.

You’d been walking around the house in nothing but his old Marines t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts all morning, and it was taking a toll on him. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. All he could think about were your flawless legs, and they way they would look wrapped around his waist as he—𝘕𝘰. He had promised you he’d try to behave; your parents were over, after all.

And, to his credit, he’d been doing fairly well up until this point. But he could only hold back for so long when you walked around looking like 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

He glanced at the clock; 10 A.M. on the dot. Your parents usually woke up around 11…that gave him about an hour window to convince you why he needed to take you—passionately—in every way possible.

You were standing in front of the fridge when he entered the kitchen, back turned to him and ass peeking out from under your boy shorts. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. Jason took a minute to marvel at the sight in front of him, fantasizing about all the things he was going to do to you once he got over there.

Deciding to surprise you, the man crept up behind you and pressed himself firmly against your back. His entire body was flush against yours, and you gasped softly as he pushed his hips against you insistently. “Jason!” You hissed, trying to stay quiet to avoid waking your parents who slept in the next room over. “Jason, what are you—“ You cut yourself off as you felt his arms slide around your waist, the insane amount of body heat (you swore that he could be a literal space heater with the amount of warmth he gave off sometimes) radiating from him making you melt against him in seconds.

You hadn’t even noticed him leaning in until he spoke, his low voice directly next to your ear. “You been walkin’ around like this all 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯’ mornin’…” He mumbled in your ear, and that intoxicating voice of his sent shivers down your spine. The brunet allowed you a moment to breathe before he began trailing sensual kisses down your neck. “You been walkin’ around like that…and all I’ve been able to do is 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬.” Jason emphasized his words with a rock of his hips against yours, eliciting another gasp from you—he was rock hard against you, and you could almost feel the way he throbbed against your rear.

“You know how much that sets me off..? Bein’ able to see how hot you look, but not able to touch…?” Jason’s hands started creeping lower as he spoke, moving from your waist to your hips and lingering there as he teased you. “Well—I’m sick of waitin’. This is 𝘰𝘶𝘳 house—“ He tightened his hold on your hips and swiftly lifted you onto the counter, turning you to face him as he did so. “—and if I wanna take you, right here, right now…” He trailed two fingers over your thigh, a mischievous smirk on his face.

You were an absolute 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴. The way your boyfriend lifted you and tossed you around as if you weighed nothing at all never failed to light the fire of arousal in your body. “Fuck—𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, w-we 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵—“ You cut yourself off with a soft whimper as his fingers slipped past the fabric of your boy shorts, sliding up your thigh and ever-so-slowly making their way toward your core. You cursed your boyfriend silently; you’d both been doing so well!

“And why not…? You seem to want it just as bad as I do~” Damn him and his sexiness. Of 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 you wanted it—the both of you had gone without for the two weeks your parents had been over, and usually the two of you were going at it at 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 every other night—but that didn’t change the fact that your 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 were sleeping in the next room.

Before you could form a response to his question, the Lieutenant slipped his fingers inside you and began pumping them with ease. “𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯, baby—did I get you all worked up like this?~” He asked, tone slightly awestruck at the feeling of your wetness around his fingers. He’d known that you liked it when he picked you up and manhandled you a bit, but he hadn’t considered how 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 of an effect his actions had on you.

“𝘑-𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯—“ God, the way you moaned his name had the marine biting back a groan of his own as he worked his fingers inside you. “That’s right baby, say my name~” He teased, adding a bit more force to his movements. “𝘎𝘰𝘥, you’re so fuckin’ tight around my fingers—can only imagine how good it’s gonna feel once I get inside~” The filthy words leaving his lips only fueled the fire burning inside you, adding to your arousal. “𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘐—“

Your sentence was cut short by Jason pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. He had to silence you somehow, before you got too loud…because as much as he acted like a badass who didn’t give two fucks what people thought, he didn’t really care for the idea of your parents walking in on the two of you like this. “Shhhh, gotta be quiet, remember…? Don’t wanna wake ‘em up.” He murmured against your lips, withdrawing his fingers from your core and helping you down from the counter.

He quickly spun you so that you were bent over the island counter, nudging your legs apart with his knee gently as he leaned over you. Cool air rushed over your skin as he tugged your shorts down, leaving your lower half bare before him. You bit back a sigh as you felt his hands squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh there a few times before giving a light smack to your left cheek. “Such a perfect ass~” He muttered, more to himself than to you, but the sentiment there was genuine.

You felt like you were in heaven as he finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 slid home between your legs, a rather loud moan escaping you. He immediately clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises, but the breathless groan he let out told you that he wasn’t faring much better than you were. “𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, you feel so good~” He murmured, easily setting a punishing pace as he snapped his hips back and forth with enough force to make the dishes on the counter rattle slightly. You cried out into his palm helplessly, eyes rolling back in your head from the pleasure.

“Wish I could hear all those pretty sounds out in the open—you always sound so beautiful for me~” At this point Jason was just rambling, lust clouding his brain and rendering him incapable of coherent thought. You pushed back against him with each thrust, meeting each movement as you finally felt your release approaching. You moved to reach down and give yourself the final push you needed—but Jason was quick to grab your hand and pin it to the counter in front of you.

“Uh-uh. You’re gonna get off on just this—“ He accentuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, causing you to moan slightly louder against his hand. He let out a groan of his own, dropping his head to rest between your shoulder blades as his thrusts grew more erratic. “𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 baby, I’m not gonna last much longer—“ He practically whined, voice breaking as it rose in pitch slightly. You squeezed his hand in encouragement, wanting him to spill inside you just as much as he wanted to give it to you.

You couldn’t help but whimper against his hand, eyes widening when he removed it from your mouth just so he could get a better grip on your hips.

“Fuck it.”

And that was all the warning you got before he was completely and utterly 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 you, the sound of skin against skin and wet, slippery noises all that could be heard—besides your screaming, of course. You couldn’t even begin to try and quiet yourself with the way he was nailing your sweet spot with every thrust, determined to get you off before him. Your inner walls tightened around him, squeezing him like a vice. A shaky moan fell from his lips, and he bit his lip, trying to hold off for as long as possible. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, he didn’t want this to end.

You were the first to release, crying out until your voice went hoarse and then some. Jason wasn’t far behind, cursing colorfully and biting into your shoulder to muffle the more embarrassing noises that slipped past his lips.

It was about five minutes later that you realized what you had done, and your eyes widened as you looked up and caught a glimpse of your mother practically sprinting in the other direction. Jason laughed softly, a smug expression on his face as you finally turned to face him. “You are 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 an ass, Jason!” You chastised him, though the slight playfulness in your voice let him know that you weren’t really that mad at him. “I couldn’t help it…you just look too damn good in my clothes.” He said, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. “C’mon…let’s go shower.” He said, easily lifting you up bridal style and carrying you upstairs to your bedroom.

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The Ashes in us

(Part 1)

Part2: https://spiritedgoat.tumblr.com/post/692747625824468992/the-ashes-in-us-part-2-part

Reader/Jason Kolchek

M/F

But there is descriptions of some things (ex. Tattoo,ect)

Warnings

Will get mature so be warned lol

graphic depictions of violence and swearing

Let me know if you all enjoy and want more!

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Never have you felt heat like this before even growing up in South Carolina for most of your life. The sun's rays hitting every inch of your exposed skin. Your army green shirt tucked into your fatigues, sweaty and uncomfortable. ''The Iraqi sun really shows no mercy'' you sighed to yourself picking up the canteen from your pack. Physical exercise really was hell in the middle of the day especially since summer was in full swing, yet you still considered it to be better than stuck inside behind a desk.

"Fuck, they're really seeing if they can kill us before the Iraqis do, huh" one of the men panted, standing a few feet away desperately trying to cool himself off. You smiled softly ,shaking your head. Yeah it fucking sucked and it felt like your were playing pushups on Satan's grill but overall it did help with the acclamation process ,helping plenty on the missions in the middle of absolute nowhere ,looking for weapons of mass destruction (WMD). Even though most of those missions ended in coming back empty handed.

"You done, Jack?" Nick asked leaning against the structure looking down at you in your crouched position. The voice grabbed you back from your thoughts at the sound of your nickname. You looked up at the man squinting at the sharp sunlight. "LT is looking for you, thought I'd come get ya since I'm on my way to Rachel"

You sighed, grabbing your things to follow the man into the building. Nick and Jason were probably some of the closest friends you've made including Joey, they truly became like family to you even if you might or might not have eyes for the lieutenant though you'd never act on it.

"How gentlemanly of you" you joked swinging the backpack over your shoulder. "Have you ever known me to be anything else?" Nick followed the act even fake bowing, laughing at your sarcasm. It was definitely a second language you were very much fluent in. "What's it about anyway?" you asked , casually watching Nick as you walked together through the corridor.

"I think it might be regarding the new C.O landing today" Nick shrugged. "Ah fuck" you sighed

"Judging by the reaction, guessing you forgot? The Iraq sun already fry your brain? " Nick teased, You shot him a glare, playfully slapping his shoulder with the back of your hand. "I didn't forget....okay maybe I did, shut up"

"Thank you Nicky! for saving my ass from Jason giving me an earful" he dramatically proclaimed, laughing at the scowl on your face. "Say hi to your boyfriend for me" Nick teased with a wink, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was probably one of the only ones who knew your dirty little secret. Though you'd never admit it to him, you couldn't lie either when he started connecting the dots that you liked Jason.

"Yeah yeah, whatever" You laughed shooing Nick away at the door where you part ways .You watched a moment longer as Nick continued up the hall towards the Quee...I mean Rachel's office. You had your suspicions about whatever the hell was going on there. If Nick was really fooling around with the Queen Bitch ,as she was fondly know as, was way past you. You didn't really care too much but you'd lie if you said it didn't prick your curiosity a little.

Upon entering the room you were met by a pair of eyes sitting behind a desk, "Ah Joey, they got you doing paperwork now?" you laughed walking closer to inspect the documents he was working on.

"Just say if I need to make a few calls there, buddy" a familiar voice sounded, entering the room. The man in question walked over to you, a smirk hanging on his lips.

"Nah, as far as I know, you catch less bullets from behind a desk" Joey said looking up smiling at his lieutenant. You just shook your head and smiled turning to Jason.

"Miss Jackowski, I want you to finish your reports and meet me outside at the east hall in two hours." Jason spoke, his southern accent thick. Something that made you a little tingly inside. "Yes sir" You answered, gathering the needed paperwork. "When is the new C.O coming in?" you asked turning to look at Jason who was leaned against a desk. "He's supposed to be in, in 3hours but said he might be running a bit early" Jason answered glancing at you.

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Finishing the last report you packed everything up, slipping out of the room with 15 minutes to spare before having to meet up with Jason. You stepped outside dodging marines entering the tight halls and leaned yourself against the outer wall to the side of the building, a little place you frequented on your breaks. It was a welcome bit of fresh air. Pulling out your pack of cigarettes you stuck one in your mouth. Lighting the end you pulled in a slow breath.

"You know that will kill you" a voice said to the side of you making you jump from your spot.

"Fucking hell" you mumbled under your breath ,looking up at Jason who was watching you with a cocked brown brow, a small smile on his face.

You only smoked on occasion, especially if stress was high. A not necessarily good habit you picked up even before your deployment days. It helped you wind down sometimes, to just take a break.

"Now I won't lie but I think there's worse things that'll kill me out here, sir" you smiled looking at Jason's amused face. He just nodded, dimples just creeping into sight before slumping against the wall next to you.

You looked over to your side exhaling the smoke away from him.

He held out his hand to you expectantly, you raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled the cigarette from your lips, handing it to him.

He took the cigarette and put it to his own lips taking a deep puff before slowly exhaling. You just watched him quietly in the comfortable silence.

It was weird, the first time you've seen Jason smoke but it clearly wasn't his first by the looks of it. You turned back, quietly staring into the distance. You know there must be a lot on his mind, especially after the checkpoint incident that happened. You knew Jason took it a lot harder than he'd ever admit maybe even harder than Nick since it was on his call. He was a hard and intolerant man but you knew he had a soft and caring heart under the whole 'macho' confident front he always tried to put up.

You knew that feeling well since you'd be a hypocrite if you said you didn't. The feeling of...not feeling to protect yourself from being hurt. You yourself were good at putting up that ruse using humor or sarcasm but inside you always had your walls up, guarded and secured since your childhood.

You were practically bred into the military. Your father, a good colonel to his men but a damn bad father. Especially after your mother passed away, the bottle took a tight grip on him and made him mean...

"We should go in five" Jason finally spoke breaking the silence that befell you, looking over to you taking a last drag of the cigarette.

He longingly glanced at you, the calm but unreadable expression on your face as you stared ahead, he could see the cogs turning in your head only wondering what was going through your mind.

For some reason he was always drawn to you like a cowboy to a horse. Maybe it was that he found some misplaced sense of comfort and peace from you or the way you always seemed to make him smile, those stupid jokes you tell or the way your body's curves complimented each other, the way he didn't have to act around you. But one thing he knew for sure was that you were a damn good marine, best of the best if he had to say it. He wouldn't have anyone else to guard his back.

At first he underestimated you since you weren't too mouthy about your skills and kept to yourself, till he saw you in combat, saving his ass from an IED. Since then his respect for you only grew more and maybe his feelings for you too.

A piece of your tattoo peeking out from your shirt at the base of your neck caught his eye. He always wondered what the tattoo was, never getting to see the full piece since it was hidden away on your back.

You met his eyes briefly and nodded your head in understanding at his words, relaxing back against the wall enjoying the soft breeze against your skin.