#she only knows how to yell at him. to force him. to tough love him.

[dirtytransmasc]

something something, Asha growing up in a world that demands her to be tough and fierce and angry to survive. something something, Asha not knowing how to be gentle. something something, Asha wanting to be gentle with her brother, knowing he needs her to be gentle, but just not knowing to do that. something something, Asha only knowing how to "tough love" her brother, only knowing how to command and force. something something, Asha wanting to fix her brother and not knowing how to do that and that very fact scares her to death. something something, Asha having to look at her little brother, knowing she failed him, only to know she's still failing him now, she still can't help him, she's still making it worse.

they make me feel ill. I will never stop thinking about them. they plauge me.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃

Choso

Pairing: Bass Guitarist!Choso x f!Reader

Summary: You usually hang out with Choso after his concerts, only this time he wants to talk about your relationship. Luckily for you, you know how to distract him from important matters.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Friends with Benefits, Car Sex, Oral Sex (m. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, Squirting, Creampie, Angst if you squint

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This art was sent in my server and I was forced to write about him in this AU, anyway I hope you lovelies enjoy!! likes and reblog always appreciated❤️

There’s a whole crowd that screams Choso’s name from the top of their lungs as his fingers strum against the strings of his bass. Choso, a very reserved man, someone who is not even the star of the band but the most beloved amongst fans. Is it because they barely know anything about him? Or is it because he looks too hot while he really gets into the song? For you, it’s the latter. 

Choso lets himself loose as his mind, body and soul embrace the song. It becomes an issue for him to stay close to the microphone, until he realizes his vocals come up. He’s sweaty, his eyeshadow smudged and running down his cheeks; it’s a look that drives the fangirls wild, and you can’t exactly blame them for it.

They get louder when they hear Choso’s voice, and you wonder if it drives Suguru insane that even though he’s the lead vocalist, he doesn’t get as much attention as Choso. There’s just something about Choso that has everyone in a trance. He looks so seductive even when he barely tries.

The song ends, and the crowd cheers, wanting more from the band. For a moment the only thing you hear is the crowd chanting Choso’s name. You don’t understand why they go wild over him, but then again, you guess that the lack of knowledge about him makes him intriguing. However, you know all you need to know about him. 

“I really don’t get why they go so crazy over him! I’d argue that Getou is hotter.” You yell to your friend, and she rolls her eyes. She knows you’re just talking to talk because given the option, you always choose Choso.

The noise dies as the sound of the bass begins again. All eyes are on Choso until Suguru begins to sing. Your eyes stay on Choso, and his eyes scan the crowd until they land on you. A smile comes onto his face as you maintain eye contact. His eyes finally look away, looking down at his guitar. You know you’ll be seeing each other later.

Just to tease you, he does something that he rarely does. Something that makes the crowd get louder, his tongue running up the neck of his guitar. You roll your eyes as your cheeks get hot. You fucking hate him. 

You have no issue getting backstage after the show. The security guard looks at your friend funny, but he knows you so he assumes that she’s okay to pass. He doubts that anyone will have a problem since you’re beloved among the band members.

“Hi, Lexi.” You wave at the woman who talks with her boyfriend. Suguru’s arm is thrown over her shoulders while they head to the door that you just walked through. She waves at you, blowing a kiss your way before focusing on her boyfriend again. 

“Where’s Gojo?” Your friend asks, her eyes searching for the white haired man, after all, she joined you just because she knew you could get her the opportunity to talk to Satoru. You were going to come either way since Choso sent you a message, it didn’t hurt for her to tag along. 

You’re about to help her, but your eyes land on Choso. There’s a subtle smile on his face when he notices you. He walks toward you, and you completely ignore your friend as she continues asking about Satoru. She rolls her eyes, knowing damn well that you were acting tough and annoyed as everyone chanted Choso’s name because according to you he isn’t a big deal. It’s clear jealousy.

From what she knows, you and Choso have an unusual friendship– Which is another way of saying that you’re friends with benefits. You both came to an agreement where you could use each other’s bodies with no strings attached, however, tonight it might all come to an end. Whether you like it or not. 

“I’m glad to see you here.” Choso says as you give him a side hug. You don’t like to get too touchy while others are around. He still kisses the top of your head, before he looks at your friend. “Who did you bring with you tonight?”

“Just my friend. She wants to meet Gojo.” You tell him, as his fingers intertwine with yours. Choso calls out for Satoru, hoping that the sooner your friend meets Satoru, the sooner you’ll get out of the place. Although getting out of the place so soon isn’t the best idea since there’s still an army of fans outside that will do just about anything to get a picture with Choso. 

The band’s popularity has increased over the past couple of months, and suddenly Choso always has someone throwing themselves at him. It ticks you off more than you’d like to admit. 

“What?” Satoru asks, clear annoyance in his voice. He notices you and he begins to approach you to give you a hug, but it earns a glare from Choso. All the members know you well and they consider you a good friend, which means they all know your situation with Choso. When Satoru notices the look, he sticks with a simple greeting. “Hey.”

“Hi, Gojo.” You smile at him. You then point to your friend, informing him, “She’s here to meet you.”

“Are you her ride home?” Choso questions, and you shake your head in response. She brought you here knowing that you would go your separate ways after the concert. She saw the message that Choso had left on your phone, and she urged you to come. “Does that mean we can leave?”

“I think so.” You answer. You still check to see if she’s okay being left alone with Satoru before leaving. When she says yes, you lead Choso out of the building. Your eyes stare at the case of his guitar and you ask, “Do you need help? I’m really strong, just so you know.”

He laughs, “No doubt about it, but I can handle it.”

“You’re in a hurry.” Choso comments when you step outside. He takes the lead, dragging you to his car. 

“Weren’t you the one that was asking if we could leave?” You chuckle, and he laughs as well. He opens the trunk to put the case in before walking to the passenger door and opening it for you. He watches you get inside before he shuts the door for you. He nearly runs to the driver’s side, embarrassingly impatient.

“Do you want to join Lexi and Suguru tonight? Or what do you want to do?” Choso isn’t exactly the person to go hang out with his friends after a concert, especially at a bar. But he knows that you like that sort of stuff, so he sticks with you until you’re ready to go back home– Or back to his apartment, whichever place is closest to the place you’re hanging out in.

“Can we just go back to your place?” You respond, your eyes focused on his side profile. You were too jealous earlier to admire just how good he looks tonight.

“Can we talk about–” He begins, but you grab the collar of his shirt and put your lips on his before he can finish his sentence. You know he wants to talk about the message that he sent, something that made you want to stay home tonight. Can we talk about us? Or something along those lines, you just know that you don’t want to change this perfect arrangement.

Your tongue enters his mouth, pressing against his while your hands go to his belt. He doesn’t know why you’re so eager tonight, it doesn’t click in his head. Maybe the little trick from earlier worked to rile you up, and he’s certain that it was that when you unbutton his pants and begin to pull them down. 

“Here? Aren’t you scared–” He begins when you pull away from the kiss but you begin to kiss his neck. Your lips go to that one sweet spot that makes him weak, sucking on it. You aren’t scared that you’ll get caught, that’s good to know. He’s the one that should be worried about getting caught since he’s the one that has to hold a public image. 

The parking lot is private, and it’s pretty much empty. He isn’t too worried about that. 

“Don’t you want to go somewhere more private?” He still asks but he doesn’t bother to stop you as you spit on his cock, your hand wrapping around the base and slowly stroking it. 

“We can talk later. Right now, I need your cock in my mouth.” You kiss his shaft before your tongue drags on his length and begins to circle on his tip. You begin to kiss the tip, causing Choso to bite down his lip. He’s certainly not going to stop now.

Your mouth wraps around his cock, hearing the moan whimper just at the feeling of your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick. Everything you do drives him wild. It’s why he can’t stop you when he wants to talk about more serious issues– Issues that concern your relationship and what you’re doing. 

He doesn’t like it like this though. He loves the sight of your pretty face as your mouth is wrapped around his cock. He still loves the feeling though. He praises you, “You’re doing so good, baby.” 

You take all of him in your mouth, gagging on his length which causes the tears to build up in your eyes. It’s a sight that usually drives the man wild, although he doesn’t like to admit it; unluckily for him, he only sees the back of your head. 

His head is thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You have complete control over him, and he hates it. But he certainly loves the way he feels at the moment. When the tears fall from your eyes, you lift up your head, detaching yourself from his cock. Your hand takes over, stroking his cock.

“Can we do it here?” You ask him as your thighs rub against one another, the heat between your legs getting too unbearable. Your libido is too high, you can’t wait to go back to his place. You need him now.

Choso’s cheeks are flushed, and the man’s brain goes a thousand miles per minute. What you’re thinking of is riskier, and if anyone walks by, you’ll get caught. But he doesn’t care. He needs you too. 

“Yeah, let’s do it here.” He agrees, and you crawl over to his side. You lift up your skirt, moving your panties to the side. Two of his fingers run through your folds, noting just how wet you are when he’s done nothing to you. The mere thought of him drives you insane.

You align his cock with your entrance before slowly sitting on it. His lips land on yours, feeling your moans vibrate through your tongue as you move on his cock. 

You move back and forth on his cock. You feel euphoric as his cock repeatedly hits your g-spot. 

Choso pulls away, grabbing the back of your neck to pull your face away. He needs to admire your beautiful face, taking in every single detail about it. You look so alluring with your messed up makeup. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, and he gets a sense of satisfaction knowing that he caused it. 

“You feel so good, baby.” He moans, his nose burying in the crook of your neck. He takes in your scent, getting more intoxicated by you. You’re controlling all of his thoughts lately, even though you’re not even trying.

“You’re so big.” You say, your back arching as Choso begins to thrust his hips instead of leaving it to you to handle it all. Your hand goes down to play with your clit, giving you more stimulation so your high approaches sooner. The faster you finish, the faster you can go again. “Oh– Choso!”

“Fuck–” He can’t help but curse. He’s getting so lost inside of you. In more ways than one. 

His hand pulls down your tank top, and the man gets upset at the bra that gets in the way of what he wants. He pulls down the cups of your bra so his tongue circles around your nipples. He greedily kisses and licks before his mouth finally wraps around one of your tits. 

His other hand begins to toy with the nipple that isn’t in his mouth, teasing it and pinching it. All the stimulation makes your brain foggy as your climax begins to get the best of you. You continue to chant his name, getting louder and louder. 

“Oh, fuck!” You yell as you come around his cock. You make a mess all over him, squirting on him. You’d be embarrassed with someone else, but Choso has seen you do so much worse– It helps that you know he absolutely loves it. Choso bites down on your nipple before unlatching.

“You’re such a good girl. Making a mess all over me.” His hands move to your hips, his nails digging into your flesh. 

“You always take me so well.” He’s kissing your neck, his thrusts getting sloppy. His warm cum fills you up not too long after, and you bite down your bottom lip to not moan. You fucking love it when he fills you up, but he rarely does it. He got too caught up in the moment. 

He stays buried inside of you, continuing kissing your neck, going up to your face. He almost whispers, “Can we talk?”

“Your dick is buried inside of me, might as well.” You chuckle, and he awkwardly returns the gesture. His soft eyes look into yours, and the look tells you all you need to know. You were suspecting it since lately Choso has been more… Romantic than what you had agreed upon. Getting flowers weekly isn’t what your friend is supposed to do.

“I want you.” He can’t put it any other way. Choso’s written what feels like hundreds of songs but he can’t find the right words to express himself. You don’t want to have this conversation now, or any time soon for that matter.

You take advantage of his indistinct way of expressing himself. It's not that you don't want him the same way, it's just easier to keep what you have going on. Choso is getting too big so fast, you don't want to start something that'll end up badly. Which is simply ironic.

You reach to the side of the seat, reclining the seat, pushing his back down. Your lips go to his ear, whispering, “You have me.”

It’s not the way he means it, not one bit. But he’ll take it until he can express himself properly.

[peachsukii]

unbreakable bonds ꒰ no quirks au | childhood friends | friends to lovers ꒱ ⇢ a collective of family bonding and little moments between you and katsuki.

『♡』  k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ tags & content ꒱ emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, happiness all around ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just wanted to write something sickly sweet and it’s been sitting in my drafts forever. reader has a little sister that helps bond the two of you together over the years. cross posted to ao3 | word count; 3.3k -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

You were too young - a little over three - to understand the day your mom brought home your little sister. You'd been secretly asking the universe for a sibling, someone to share everything with. Ask and you shall receive! But, you never knew just how much she would shape your life into what it is today.

The Kingdom - Elementary School

Fourth grade is when you and Katsuki started to play after school together on a daily basis. Him and Izuku would come by and grab snacks from your mom while you went back to the park around the corner, playing pirates and super heroes with the other neighborhood kids. Every so often, your mom would ask for you to bring your sister along. You never minded, even though she was your baby sister in first grade. The boys would pick on her - lovingly, of course - to make her feel included with the rest of the pack. She loved being around you, cooing and giggling away as she'd hold your hand and squeal with delight.

One day at the park, she'd declared herself to be queen of the castle as she stood on the slide, proudly puffing out her chest with her hands on her hips.

"I am the queen, and what I say goes!" she pointed to you and Katsuki. "Sissy will be the princess and you will be our royal guard, Katsu!"

You chuckle. "Isn't the older sister supposed to be queen?"

She does her best impression of a royal laugh, projecting her voice theatrically. "Not in my land! It's my kingdom and if you don't like it, I'll send you to the brig!"

"You're confusin' pirates 'n princesses again,” Katsuki taunts playfully.

She stomps her foot on the slide. “Silence in my kingdom! Izu will be my knight!”

Katsuki pouts. “Hey! Why don’t I get to be the knight?!’

“Cause I say so! You’re the royal guard cause you’re tough. Izu is the knight because he’s brave!”

You can’t help but let out a loud ‘hah!’ at her comment. Your sister never failed to push Katsuki in the cutest ways - he probably was thankful to be an only child whenever you guys would go home for the day.

Katsuki huffs at her declaration, taking the challenge with stride. “Fine! I’ll show you who’s tough and be the best dang guard in the whole world.”

“Do I get a cool set of armor, queen?” Izuku asks, bouncing up and down at the bottom of the slide.

“Of course! Only the best armor and ponies for my royal kingdom.”

She sits and pushes herself down the metal slide, rocketing off the edge past Izuku and barreling toward Katsuki. She trucks into him at full force - but, being small, that force isn’t much for him to withstand.

“What the heck was that for?!” he yells while catching her before she hits the wood chips.

“A test of your toughness, Katsu! And you passed! You’re deserving of a spot in my kingdom,” she giggles, mashing his cheeks together with her tiny palms. He protests her closeness and tries to fight her off, setting her feet back on the ground while she’s wiggling in his hold. Watching the two of them act like siblings themselves always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing your two closest friends also adored your sister as much as you did.

You meander over to grab her from him. “Alright, I think you made your point, queen. Your guard and knight have other duties to get to.”

She waves goodbye to the boys over her shoulder as the two of you stroll home for dinner. She gleefully remarks how cool they are and that she can’t wait to marry them someday.

You can’t help but giggle at the thought. “Both of them? Wow, all to yourself, huh?”

She pouts and whips her head upward. “No, sissy! We both get one!”

”Oh yeah? Because you’re the queen of the kingdom, you get to pick?”

“That’s right! They’ll have to fight to see who gets to pick you!”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the thought. You’re only ten years old, the thought of boys fighting over you was hilarious.

”Promise not to tell Izu, but I think Katsu would win that fight,” she whispers, tugging on your hand to get you to lean over closer to her face. “He’s taller and faster!”

The thought of marrying Katsuki flashes in your mind - you have zero clue what that even looks like, but you imagine him bringing you flowers on the playground or giving you a bite of his ice cream. A blush creeps over your cheeks and nose at the thought. Your sister catches your reaction and gasps dramatically.

“You like Katsu?!” she exclaims.

You shush her. “No! Don’t go yelling that!”

That’s a big fat lie. You liked him a lot, he was your favorite person, but you’re kids.

It’s just a harmless crush.

───

An Enchanted Afternoon - Elementary School

A week later, the four of you returned to the playground after school. Snacks from your pantry in hand, the bunch of you sit on the swing set to eat. Your sister seemed extremely eager today, more so than usual. Once you all finished eating, she demanded your attention.

"Gather 'round! Your queen summons you," she declares, arms raised above her head. You and the boys huddle around her.

"Katsu, go fetch flowers!" she orders as she points to a nearby patch of grass. "Zuzu, clear out the sandbox of any villagers."

There wasn't anyone else here today, so that job was easily done. Izuku doesn't say anything and smiles as he heads over to the sandbox as ordered. Katsuki is confused, nose scrunched and arms crossed.

"Why do I need to get flowers?" he asks, tapping his foot in the wood chips.

"Do you dare defy your queen?!" she shouts, grinning wickedly. He obliges, sauntering over to the grass to find a few spare daisies.

"What's all this for?" you ask, genuinely curious to her plans. She doesn’t answer you as she grabs you by the wrist, dragging you over to the sandbox.

A few minutes later, Katsuki comes back with a handful of daisies, picked and pruned clean of any dirt and weeds. Izuku stands on the edge of the sandbox patiently.

”Perfect! Katsu, Sissy, please approach your queen.”

You play along and stand in front of her with Katsuki. It’s amusing how small she is in comparison to the two of you, easily shadowing over her figure.

“With my knight as witness, I give the blessing to the princess and royal guard to be married forever!” she exclaims, waving her hands around to mimic casting a magic spell.

You're pretty sure she got that line from a princess movie, but that doesn't make the sentiment any less adorable. You begin to chuckle to yourself, smiling ear to ear before turning toward Katsuki. You're expecting him to be disgusted, repulsed by something so sickly sweet, but are shocked to see him standing with the flowers outstretched in your direction. He's biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact by staring directly at your feet.

"H-here," he whispers meekly, pushing the flowers into your hands. You've never seen him so shy before - that's usually Izuku's demeanor. His unexpected affection makes your little heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you 'Suki," is all you can muster up the courage to say, your mind running blank on the right thing to say. It's just an imaginary scenario...It's not real, not like you're actually marrying him. Katsuki exhales, turning his back to you to hide his strawberry colored cheeks.

"Now you're together forever!" you sister raves, dancing on her tip toes with satisfaction.

Maybe that was the moment she bound you two together with some unknown magical force, or it was a mere coincidence. The sappy part of your young brain believed in fairytales and chose to believe she was weaving your golden string to him, binding you two for life.

───

Leftovers - Middle School

”Yo, brats! Come eat already so I can get the hell outta here,” Katsuki called from your doorway. He’d come by with leftovers from his mom for you and your sister, since your own mom was working later that day. The two of you were still…friends? You weren’t sure. Being in seventh grade and all, he started acting like you weren’t cool enough for him. He did the same to Izuku, starting to ditch the two of you for other kids in class to hang out with at lunch or walk home with. Did it hurt your feelings? Absolutely. But you didn’t own him, he was allowed to have other friends, even if it did suck to see him less outside of class.

“Coming!” you called back, skipping down the hallway with your sister in tow. She happily ran into the entryway, hugging Katsuki by the waist. She was taller now, but still much smaller than him as a fourth grader.

“Hiya Katsu!” she gleamed up at him, rubbing her face against his uniform jacket.

He grunted, uncomfortable with her sudden affection and poking her in the forehead to release her grip. “Let go, squirt!”

He turned his attention to you as your sister finally let go of him. “Here, take these. I gotta get to practice.”

”Thank you! Tell your mom we said hi.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You hand the containers to your sister as she wanders off to the table. Before Katsuki opens the door, you tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He scoffs at your question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem distant lately. Wanna come by sometime for a movie marathon?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.

“We’re not kids anymore. Got better stuff to do.”

Ouch, that stung. Your smile fades away as you reply. “Well…I know. I just miss hanging out with you.”

“You have Deku an’ that other group of bitches you hang out with, ya don’t need me.” His harsh comment has notes of jealousy intertwined in his words. He goes to put his hand on the door again before you take a step forward to stop him.

“Kat, they’re not a replacement for you. You’ve got your own friends now, too since you’re on the soccer team. You’re saying we can’t hang out 'cause we have different friends?”

He glares at you before pushing past you and pulling on the front door.

“Hey!” your sister shouts from the dining area. “Katsu, that’s not nice. My royal guard doesn't act like that!” She’s always thought of Katsuki as a guard since your elementary school playground days.

“Cut the shit! We’re not kids anymore!” Katsuki rebuttals with a growl of frustration.

He makes eye contact with you. “We’ve grown apart, end of fuckin’ story. Get over it.”

He slams your front door closed and leaves you standing in the entryway, your eyes stinging from the urge to cry. You feel a small gust of wind rush by as your sister is sprinting to the door, throwing it open and running outside without shoes on.

“Hey!” She calls after Katsuki. “Get your butt back here, Katsu!”

He turns on his heel. “Hah?!”

She stomps on the ground, fists balled at her sides. “Apologize to her!”

Katsuki cackles, a little too manically. “For what, brat?”

“You’re being a mean jerk to her! She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. Friends are friends forever, idiot!” she yells, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched together.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at her calling Katsuki an idiot and turn your head to hide your amusement.

”That’s not who you are, Katsu. That’s not how you treat your princess!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut in annoyance, exhaling dramatically. He locks his gaze on you, storming back up to the doorway. He roughly ruffles your sister’s hair as he passes by her as a pseudo apology. Katsuki sucks the air through his teeth and shoves his fists in his pockets as he stops in front of you.

“Look, ‘m sorry for yellin’, okay?” he sighs, kicking a foot against the pavement. “I'll come over Saturday, we’ll have that movie day ya wanted.”

"You don't need to if you feel forced to hang out with me." Your eyes shift to your feet to avoid looking at his reaction.

" 's fine. I'll be here at noon, don't pick anything lame."

With that, he turns to leave for a second time in silence. You watch him disappear around the corner and can't help but feel like a burden for asking him to make time for you. As if reading your mind, your sister shakes you out of the negative train of thought while walking back to the house.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just being a dumb boy. That’s what my teacher says when boys are mean for no reason.” She grins a toothy smile up at you and grabs your hand. “Come on! Foods getting cold!”

Katsuki rounded the corner and waited to be out of sight before palming his face in anger. He had no idea why he said those things to you. None of it was true, especially that you’d grown apart. If anything, he was jealous of your friends and missed seeing you all the time. But he couldn’t bring himself to say so, like always. Ever since middle school started, he’d harbored some unknown rage inside of him that lashed out every chance it could. He hated it and didn’t know what to do to stop it - hence trying out for the soccer team, looking for an outlet for the pent up emotions in his body.

Katsuki secretly hoped you wouldn’t end up despising him for it. Even after all this time, he still thinks of you whenever he sees a patch of daisies.

Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you about it.

───

Running Late - High School

The front door to your home opens as Katsuki slips inside, kicking his loafers off by the door. Your younger sister peaks over the kitchen counter while spreading jam over her toast and nods in his direction.

"Hey Katsu, pretty sure she's still asleep upstairs," she calls, rolling her eyes. "I tried to get her up three times, maybe you'll have better luck."

It was hard to believe that she was already in her freshmen year of high school - shit, it’s crazy that you and Katsuki were seniors. The age of playground days and summer adventures went by in the blink of an eye.

He makes his way to the kitchen island, leaning over to ruffle your sister’s hair - some things never change.

"Thanks, bean. I'll get her ass movin’."

“Stooop! You’ll mess up my hair!” She whines as she pulls away, fixing a few stray pieces of her fluffy mane.

“Ya look fine, don’t sweat it,” he compliments while heading for the staircase. He makes his way to your bedroom on the second floor. The door is surprisingly cracked open - he taps on the doorframe to grab your attention.

“Come in,” you call, lying on your bed facing the wall above the covers while scrolling on your phone. You presume it’s your sister until a soft kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Katsuki whispers, rubbing your shoulder to turn you to face him. He sits on the edge of your bed beside you. “You wanna be late for our last first day of high school?”

You shift to sit up and drop your phone to your bed, reaching to cradle his face in your hands.

“No, I just wanted to steal a few kisses first,” you mumble as your lips quietly meet his. Katsuki places one hand on your cheek while the other lightly grazes your back. After a few moments, the two of you part with a soft smack. You stand and straighten up your uniform skirt, flattening a few of the panels to work out any stray creases.

“Do I look okay?” You ask, spinning around for Katsuki and showing off your uniform. Your hair was pulled into a pretty ponytail with a few pieces framing your face. The only make up you had on was some lip gloss - you valued sleeping in over doing a minimalist makeup look today.

“Y’always look good,” he sighs, standing to his feet. “Let’s get movin’ before bean suspects somethin’.”

You hadn’t told your sister about your relationship with Katsuki. Sure, you guys had been friends since you were children and he’s always around…how would she know the difference?

The two of you patter down the hallway and skip down the stairs to the kitchen. Your sister is waiting for the two of you, arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.

“Finally! Get your damn shoes on,” she orders while pushing you toward the door. She does a double take at Katsuki while you’re putting on your shoes, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Katsu…are you wearing lipgloss?”

Oops.

Katsuki’s searching for something to say as his face glows scarlet. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and turns away, grumbling while attempting to hide his embarrassment.

“Oh come on, you two. I knew you guys started dating months ago. You think I didn’t notice?”

You spin around to face her, cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched. “You never said anything?!”

She laughs, walking up to Katsuki and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“If you ever hurt her, Katsuki, I’ll knock your lights out. I know where you sleep,” she threatens, grinning mischievously. Katsuki pulls her into a headlock, ruffling her hair a second time.

“Deal, but I plan on stayin’ alive.” He lets her go, chuckling as he smooths out the pieces of hair he messed with.

Seeing the two of them get along never fails to make your heart swell with joy. Katsuki has always treated her like his own sister - one that he could easily give back at the end of every day, anyways.

She turns with a huff with her hands in the air.

“You both have my blessing, you should know that. I didn’t marry you two in a sandbox for nothing!”

───

Today Was A Fairytale - Current Day

“It’s an honor to be doing this for a second time. You’re in luck, my vocabulary has grown exponentially since our sandbox days.”

There’s a wave of laughter through the crowd at your sister’s lighthearted joke. You can’t help but smile as Katsuki’s fingers dance across the back of your hand to regather your attention.

God, he looks so damn handsome in that tux. His usual wild hair is slicked back and tamed - an extremely rare sight. Carmine eyes stare back at you, full of devotion and excitement for this next chapter in your fairytale.

“By the power vested in me, and these people as my witness, I pronounce you two as king and queen of the kingdom!”

Friends and family alike cheer and whistle as you and Katsuki intertwine, kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife. He spins you around and dips you low, kissing the tip of your nose playfully.

“I love you,” he mouths, a silent profession of adoration - reserved just for you.

The two of you strut down the aisle to the dance floor in the reception hall, the DJ already queuing the first dance song. Katsuki gently tugs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as he begins to sway side to side when the music begins to fill the room. You rest your head against his chest and get lost in the moment.

Right now, the world belongs to the two of you. Every worry, struggle, and hardship is stripped away from your lives to give you the peace you deserve.

There’s one thought that lingers in your mind as you catch a glimpse of your teary-eyed sister watching you from the corner of the dance floor, latched onto Izuku’s arm for support.

She tied that golden string with an unbreakable knot.

tags 💥 @slayfics @maddietries @queenpiranhadon

[thebisexualdogdad]

One piece preferences - PDA (GN!reader)

Luffy -

● is touchy with everyone so he absolutely has no problem with pda

● and is very casual about it too

● will stop to hug you or kiss you and then go on about whatever task he's doing

● when he's excited he will pick you up and spin you around while he kisses you

● and loves hugging you from behind

● or he will full on koala hug you

● "um hey luffy as much as I love you you're kind of suffocating me"

● but he just smiles and hugs you tighter

Nami -

● around the crew she's not into pda

● and pretends to hate it when you're distracting her from her navigating duties

● "Y/N stop I'm supposed to be directing us to the next island" she giggles while you're kissing her neck when no one is looking

● but if you're stopped in a village that no one knows you in she gets more touchy than she normally is

● you've even made out in the corners of a few bars

● unless any of the boys are also there then she stays her usual reserved self

● but does prefer to go places just the two of you so you can have some alone time and let you see that more intimate side of her

Sanji -

● the boy absolutely loves pda

● playfully kissing you all over your face to make you laugh

● having his hands all over you just because he wants to

● playfully smacking your ass when you walk by him

● having you sit in his lap so he can nuzzle into your neck

● and he will fully make out with you in a public place without any shame

● zoro "they've had thier tongues in each other's mouths for half an hour how have they not run out of air yet"

Zoro -

● not a fan of pda because he doesn't want anyone to see his soft side or think you make him vulnerable

● gets nervous anytime someone walks in on you guys kissing

● "we were just uh-"

● sanji "don't mind me just need to grab this thing and I'll leave you two to get back to playing tonsil hockey"

● "if you tell anyone about this I will dismember you with all three of my swords"

● "sure you will tough guy"

● you laughing while stopping Zoro from actually killing him "Calm down Z he's only teasing"

Usopp -

● very awkward when it comes to pda

● he's honestly still in disbelief that you're even dating him

● he gets butterflies just from you holding his hand

● he gets flustered whenever you kiss him in front of people

● and it doesn't help that Luffy always teases him because of it

● luffy "Usopp and Y/N sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g"

● usopp "what- no- we-"

● "you're so cute when you're nervous" you saying kissing him again

Buggy -

● loves to kiss you in front of his entire crew and forcing his audience to cheer for you guys

● Buggy "now that was one hell of a show"

● has you sit in his lap when he's in his captains chair

● hands around your waist keeping you close to him while you watch his crew performing and he's yelling off orders

● and makes out with you in his lap making everyone watch

● one of his crew "um sir sorry to interrupt but we've got-"

● "not now I'm busy!" And goes back to making out with you

Shanks -

● will happily kiss you in a room full of people

● he's the type to kiss you goodbye even if he's just going to a different room

● always has his hand on your back because he just needs to be touching you

● loves when you play with his hair while you're talking

● and holding your hand while you walk along the beach

● when it's time for his crew to set sail again he will do the dramatic dipping you while he kisses you in front of his cheering crew

● "I'll be back before you know it my love"

Mihawk -

● if he kisses you in public it's usually because someone is hitting on you and he wants to assert his dominance

● "if you so much as look at my Y/N again I will put my sword through your chest"

● then drags you away to make out somewhere that the person can see

● will put his arm around you protectively

● and pull you in closer to him when he sees someone checking you out

● loudly pronouncing his love for you for everyone to hear

● so it's mostly pda out of jealously

[whiskersz]

Hellooo👋

Saw that your requests are open and would you write a head canon about gn or fem exorcist reader where they're already in a relationship with adam and they are training together. So mainly fluff I think but I wouldn't mind some suggestive content thrown in there

Tyyy

Hello dear reader and thanks a bunch for requesting Adam! I think I'm getting better at writing him. Emphasis on Think. Anyways, enjoy the First Man being kiiind of a simp ^_^

Decided to go with fem! reader btw for a badass woman trope.

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Adam x Fem! Exorcist! Reader HCs + Scenario

Warning for : slightly suggestive near the end.

✦There are times where Adam loathes training Exorcists, and times where he loves it, it highly depends on which side of the bed he wakes up in; either way, him and Lute admittedly do a pretty good job at it, turning even the meekest of Angels into bloodthirsty killing machines who wait for nothing but Extermination day.

✦You’re one of these killing machines, and he couldn’t be prouder to have a girlfriend who’s not only strong and – in his words – a badass, but who also shares his exact morals; you’ve been a part of this army of Exorcists for quite some time now, and both Adam and Lute respect you for both your physical strength and tough personality.

✦You’re obviously Adam’s favorite Exorcist to train; even though you don’t need much training anymore, he still makes sure to check up on you between a scolding and the other while dealing with the newbies. Maybe your shoulders are sore, or maybe your wings need a quick massage...you never know what excuse he’s going to come up with next to come see you, but it’s usually something about a part of your body being in pain, even though pain itself is a rare concept in Heaven.

✦Lute scolds him, for sure, every time that this happens; “Stop making shit up to see your girlfriend, Adam, we have a job to do!” or other sentences along those lines are often hissed towards him, as she drags him away from you.

✦When he does get to train with you though, don’t expect him to go easy on you; he might be your boyfriend, but he knows damn well that after all these years you can take a hit. Strumming his guitar like he’s on the stage and you’re nothing more than one of his admirers, he will direct a full-force attack at you that you will dodge every time before counter-attacking with your own Angelic weapon.

Adam gives one strong flap of his golden wings, moving out of the way just before you can hit him with your Angelic Spear. He turns around just in time to dodge your next attack, a kick directed at the back of his head; he would wonder how you managed to reach him in such a short time, if only he didn’t know how much strength your wings hold.

“Woah, easy babe! You’ve got privileges alright, being my girlfriend and all, but don’t think you can break my fucking face!” his voice is boisterous, though the tone it holds is playful.

You huff, wiping away a drop of sweat from your forehead. His comment indicates that the training session is over, so both of you slowly flutter your way back to the ground, your feet gently grazing the soft grass of the secluded field you often head to to train.

Noticing a fairly large tree nearby, you and your boyfriend walk towards it for a quick break, sitting down once the shadow of it casts above the two of you.

Adam’s hand slithers around your back, and soon enough he’s kneading the sensitive spot where your wings connect to it. You let a sigh escape your mouth, trying to filter out the quite annoying yells of the Exorcists training in the distance.

With a sly smirk, he runs his thumb down your spine, making you arch your back in pleasure. Blood flows to your cheeks and you swiftly push his hand away, causing him to burst out laughing. You playfully kick his ankle, which he moves to hold in fake agony;

“Save that one for the bedroom, will you?” you say, picking up your spear to go back to training.

“Boooring, go back to kicking those noobs’ asses instead of having some fun with your boyfriend, I guess.”

He’s in a cheeky mood today, you guess. And you also guess that he’s going to follow you in about five seconds, which he predictably does.  

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hi,

i heard you are taking requests again. So could you please write a Hannibal x fem!reader one-shot, where she used to study alongside Will at the FBI and actually made it, but works in field in another state. After a series of murders she is ordered to Baltimore. Hannibal soons takes a interest in her after she got ordered to start therapy lessons. Will tries to warn her, but after Hannibal got attacked by the orderly, they confess their feelings.(with nsfw?)

Hannibal X reader: Homecoming

Warnings: Smut, fingering, penetration ( p in v), angst (really little), female reader, no use of y/n, not proofread.

Word count: 2K

You never expected to be back here. You’d grown up in Baltimore but you didn’t have a lot of love for the place. One of the reasons you’d been so excited when they told you you’d be working in another state was the fact that you wouldn’t have to face spending the rest of your days here. 

Seemed fate had other plans. 

Not only had you been called to assist with a murder case you’d just found out Will, one of your friends, was currently behind bars. You’d been surprised when Jack had told you why Will was locked up. There was no way he would have harmed someone. The Will you knew would never be capable of killing someone, much less eating one of their body parts. You knew something was up but there wasn’t a lot you could do. 

When Jack had told you you were being sent to mandatory therapy sessions you’d almost cussed him out. You didn’t need therapy, you were more than capable of handling seeing grime scenes without losing your mind. But Jack wasn’t giving you a choice. He told you he’d almost made a mistake with Will and that things would have been a lot worse if Hannibal hadn’t been accompanying Will's situation.

You weren’t what Hannibal was expecting. You put on this tough girl mask whenever you were at crime scenes. Anyone who looked at you could tell you knew your stuff and that you weren’t scared to be there. But the moment you stepped into Hannibal's office you were a different person. Less guarded and more sentimental. You talked about how being in the FBI made you feel like you were helping the victims but it also made you angry at people. You didn’t understand how someone could be cruel enough to hurt another person. Slowly Hannibal managed to break down your bearers and pretty soon the two of you found yourself searching for each other in a crowd. 

You’d wanted to visit Will since you’d arrived but you were so caught up with the investigation you hadn’t had the time. Jack had given you a day off and you took the chance to go see Will. You walked through the white floors, a chill running down your spin as you continued to make your way to Will. You had always hated these types of institutions but you knew better than to let the discomfort show. 

Will’s head snapped up at the sound of you entering the room. You smiled at him and he tried his best to return the gesture. You sat down in front of him, your hands instinctively moving to grab onto his. You waited for someone to yell on the intercom for you to keep your hands to yourself. When no one did you moved your attention to Will. 

“There aren't any cameras. He just likes to listen.”

“Who?”

“Dr. Chilton.”

“I’m not sure he’s allowed to do that.”

Will let out a dry laugh.

“He does whatever he wants. They all do.”

He looked a lot different then you remembered him. Less full of life then when you’d first met. It pained you to see him like this. You caressed his hands. After a moment Will gripped onto your hands, his fingers weaving into yours. He let out a tired smile.

“I can’t believe they sent you. All you wanted was to get out of here.”

“I know right.”

“How’s the investigation going?”

“As well as it can be i guess. Hannibal has been a great help.”

Will's body tensed at the mention of Hannibal. He tugged your hands, forcing you to move closer to him. You gave him a quizzical look, not understanding the sudden shift in the air.

“Will what’s-”

“Be careful around him. He’s not what he seems to be.”

Before you could ask him what he meant one of the workers opened the door, informing you your time was up. You gave Will one last glance before getting up to go.

You couldn’t get Will words out of your head for the rest of the week. You couldn’t understand what he was talking about. Sure Hannibal was a bit odd but he seemed absolutely harmless. You couldn’t think of anything that would make you fear him. You went on with your day as usual until you got the call from Jack. Your stomach dropped at his words, rushing to grab your badge and gun before you raced out the door.

You stared at the grotesk seen before you. You didn’t know Beverly for long but from what you could tell she was a wonderful agent and a lovely person. You watched Will take in the scene. Jack moved to exit the room but you couldn’t get yourself to leave. You knew it would be best for Will if he was alone, but you also knew Beverly was his friend. You moved over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face you, tears welling in his eyes.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Will stared at you, contemplating it for a moment. He shook his head.

“It’s better if I'm alone.”

“Okay.”

You turned to leave but before you were out Will called your name out. You turned to look at him. 

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna find him. And you’re gonna catch him for me.”

“I promise.”

With that you left the room, leaving Will to do what he did best. Get inside the killer's mind.

You tried Hannibal's phone for the fourth time.

“He isn't picking up.”

Alana paced around the room as Jack checked Hannibal's journals. You had a bad feeling. Ever since Alana told you about her conversation with Will you’d been on edge. Hannibal always picked up when you called and if he didn’t you knew where you could find him.

“He isn’t here.”

“There isn’t anything in his calendar.”

Jack's phone rang, filling the room. He picked it up speaking to the other person on the line as you and Alana looked at him expectantly. 

“They got a trace on his phone.”

The three of you rushed to the car. You sped down the road trying to get where you were  going as fast as you could. Once you arrived you raced through the place, trying to be quiet but also not wanting to waste time. You could hear your heart beating in your chest. The thought of something happening to Hannibal affected you more than you’d anticipated. You and Jack went in front, your guns at the ready. 

The moment Hannibal's frame came into view you froze. You barely registered what was happening until Jack took the shot. The sound of the gun ran through the room. The sound seemed to snap you out of your frozen state. You watched the killer put his foot out, kicking the bucket from beneath hannibal. The sound of choking made you snap into action. You rushed over to him, trying your hardest to lift him up.

“Help me Jack!”

Jack moved to where you were effortlessly picking Hannibal up onto his shoulder. You watched Hannibal gasp for air, your hand moving to rest against his cheek. He looked at you, his eyes struggling to stay open.

“It’s okay. We got you.”

Hannibal woke up in a hospital bed. He groaned as the bright lights filled his vision. He looked around the room, his eyes finding your frame immediately. You were splayed against his chest, completely asleep. He moved his hand to rest on your head. You stirred at the contact, eyes opening. You looked up at him, lifting your body off his.

“You’re awake.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Since they let visitors in.”

You were surprised to feel tears streaming from your eyes. Hannibal's hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb collecting your tears. You grabbed onto his wrist holding on to him. 

“I thought we weren’t gonna find you before it was too late.”

“But you did.”

“Barely.”

“Doesn't matter. You saved me.”

You moved forwards, hugging Hannibal as best you could. His hand wrapped around you, keeping your body against him. You let out a relieved sigh, slowly lifting your face so you could look at him. You stared at him for a moment before inching your face closer to his. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Hannibal tugged you to him, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling away. He smiled against your lips.

“When can I get out of here?”

“The doctor said he would release you tonight.”

“Good. I owe you dinner.”

You’d tried your hardest to keep your hands off of Hannibal. You wanted to show him you could control yourself, even though every inch of you screamed to tug him over the counter and kiss him. You focused on cutting up your tomatoes, steeling yourself to pay attention. You had been doing just fine but then Hannnibal had moved over to you, his hands wrapping around your waist. He nipped at your neck as his hands moved to splay against your stomach. He tugged you into him causing you to gasp as you felt the outline of his dick push against you.

“I can’t hold on anymore. I thought I could make it through dinner but I was wrong.”

He leaned to whisper against your ear.

“I need you now.”

You placed the knife you had been holding down, turning around so you could face Hannibal. You tugged his collar, moving to give him a fierce kiss. Hannibal squeezed your ass, biting at your lip before  prodding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together as you moved to toy with his zipper. Hannibal's hand moved to pull your pants down, tugging them until they were completely off your body. He shoved his hand into your underwear, causing you to gasp against his mouth. He pushed his fingers inside you, moving them in and out for a moment. You gripped onto his shoulder, biting into your lip as he fingered you. Hannibal's free hand moved to tug at his pants. He pulled his boxers down enough to free his dick. He removed his hand from inside you, making you whine at the loss. Hannibal moved your underwear to the side before gazing up at you.

“This okay?”

You nodded at him, watching as he began to guide his dick inside you. Both of you moaned as he entered you. You threw your head back, causing Hannibal to latch his lips onto your neck. He groaned against your skin, hips snapping into your. You moved to wrap your legs around him. Hannibal hands dug into the flesh of your ass as he continued to pound into you. Your arms flailed around as you tried to grab onto him. 

“Fuck Hannibal.”

“Ah-shit- perfect fucking girl.”

Hannibal moved over to a clear counter, allowing him to lay you down. His hands moved to either side of your body, palms gripping onto the counter as he caged you. The new position allowed Hannibal to move against you at a quicker pace. Your body moved against the counter as Hannibal continued to fuck into you. Your walls fluttered around him as your orgasm approached. Hannibal leaned down to kiss you, giving you one last powerful thrust before spilling into you. He could tell you were close, his hand moving to toy with your clit. Soon you were seeing stars, your juices spilling against Hannibal's dick. 

Hannibal pulled out of you before tugging you off the counter. You adjusted your underwear grabbing a towel to clean up before pulling your pants back on. You washed your hands before moving back to where you had been. You continued to chop the tomatoes as if nothing had happened but every once in a while you’d glance over at Hannibal. He met your gaze giving you a smile that told you this was just the start.

Maybe Baltimore wasn’t so bad.

[mindisrotting]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 | simon "ghost" riley

tags | wife!reader, parenthood, a little angst, fluff, mentions of murder, not proofread (sorry for any mistakes)

special thanks to @athanasialove for inspiring this little fic <3

Imagine Simon Riley, who sometimes before going to bed thinks about the things he went through. He found friends, and he found love, unconditional love, but he will never forget what Roba put him through, all that torture and grief of having to see his lifeless family on the floor of his home.

He's become a tough guy, a ghost, but he still has feelings and emotions. Sometimes he feels paranoid, the thought that in some corner of this cruel world there's someone who wants to cause him pain by hurting those he loved, his wife and precious kids, won't leave his mind. They're his reason to live, to survive, to give the best of himself. His little family will always be the light at the end of this dark tunnel. So no matter how much he wants to brag about them—to tell his squad about the perfect goal his son scored on his last football match or how his daughter recently learned how to read, and now she will read every word she sees aloud—he's terrified. Until Task Force 141 is coming back from a mission that ended with him getting shot twice. The surgeon had told him that he got lucky, if the second bullet had perforated a few centimeters more up, he would be in a body bag instead of laying on a hospital bed.

When you picked up a phone call from an unknown number, the last thing you expected to hear was your husband shaky’s voice. With tears in your eyes, you listened as he told you everything. Even though that wasn't the first time he's got hurt on the job, it was the first time he did since growing his own family, and it unlocked a new fear he never experienced before. He never wanted to leave you, not like this. When he asked you to do something, he wasn't thinking about the enemies he's made in all his years of service, he wasn't thinking about everyone seeing them in broad daylight.

When the military plane landed, and everyone got out to reunite with whoever was waiting for them to come home, everyone assumed Ghost would just say goodbye to Johnny and be on his way alone. But he went down the aircraft steps rapidly, because in the distance, he saw two little people running towards him with an older person walking behind them. He got down in one knee and opened his arms, waiting to feel the impact. When it did, he cried—the last time he shed any tears was when his daughter was born at only 28 weeks, she was so fragile and small, but she was a survivor—feeling the warm hug of his seven and four-year-old, it was the best feeling in the universe having two tiny humans yell “Daddy!” at the tops of their lungs and saying how much they missed him. Johnny was bewildered, because he never knew those people existed. He looked at Price but he was just as shocked, he looked away knowing it wasn't his business. Then came you, his beautiful wife of nine years, the mother of his children, his bridge, his strength, his everything. You, too, cried as you hugged him, knowing that he’s home safe and well. You stayed like that for longer than normal because Simon refused to let go of you.

When he was laying in the bed of his cold hospital room, he knew he needed to see you as soon as possible. He couldn't wait for the aircraft to land at base and then take another flight and drive an hour to his home in the countryside of England. He begged you to go with the kids to the base, and without hesitation you agreed, knowing this is what he needed.

He unwrapped his arms from you and took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs while his kids stood patiently. Then, your gaze directed from his brown eyes to the man standing looking at the scene, you motioned to Simon to turn around. He told you who the man was and crouched down to meet his kids’ eyes.

“wanna meet uncle Johnny?”

[tacticaldiary]

Where One Goes, The Other Follows

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Angst.

Note: Mentions of attempted suicide. Death on a mission

"You said we'd get out of this, remember? You promised."

She feels him shake his head minutely, a movement she might have missed if not for how close she was pressed against him. "Promised you'd...get out."

A/N: I don't feel great, so you get to not feel great with me! You're welcome!

Masterlist

It hurts.

Everything aches, a deep-seated anguish pulsing through her entire body. Like a shot to heart...no, a shot to the heart would have been quicker than this. Painless. Instant.

Merciful.

She chokes on shallow breaths as blood pools between the shaky hands pressed to the middle of her abdomen. Crimson gurgles up in her throat, so metallic she can almost make herself relax with the familiarity of it.

A simple mission, they had told her. A simple in and out, no clearance to engage. Keep it clean and quiet. When Price had handed her the packet of information, Ghost already flipping through a similar one, she'd joked about it being a vacation from the gruelling environments the team is usually forced to tough out.

It was supposed to be easy.

So why does she have a bullet lodged in her stomach? Why did they pick up the intel in a suspiciously empty warehouse, only to be ambushed by a few dozen Russian soldiers laying in wait? Their intel was rotten, she grits her teeth at the thought.

Pinned behind a metal container, the roar of gunfire crescendos over her ears. Pressed thigh to thigh, she feels hopelessness claw at her when Ghost makes a frustrated sound at the empty clicking of his last pistol.

Nothing. They had nothing but the slowing beat of their hearts and the uncertainty of their lives.

Despite the situation, she laughs. A tortured, humourless, choked sound as her head hits the metal behind her. One soldier injured, the other soon to be ripped apart by dozen. What a way to go out.

Ghost glances at her, eyes a little too wide under his mask.

It was funny. Everything was a little funny under the prospect of dying right now.

"Keep pressure on that." He orders when her hands slip. "They don't know we're out of ammo." Patting down his vest for a second, he unclips a grenade. The last one there, a last resort. You didn't throw a grenade like that in a close quartered environment unless it was a last resort.

"We'll make a run for the shutter on the left once this goes off, yeah?" He says, eyebrows knitting together in what's blatant concern when she doesn't respond. "Copy, Sergeant?" He says sharply, moving to shake her shoulder.

"I can't move, Simon." Comes a soft reply, the resigned tone sends chills down his spine. "I'll stay here and distract them. You take the shutter. Gotta get this intel to Price."

"Negative." he barks, shifting into position. "We move as I planned. Evac is just beyond those doors in the field. They won't follow us there, not enough cover against heavy fire."

For a moment she comes back to herself. Did he not hear her? "I can't...Simon I can't move-"

"Heard you the first time, love." That's all he says before pulling the pin out and tossing the object. There are a couple of clinks as it rolls, then the shouts and yells of their enemies as they recognise the threat. "I'm gonna get you out of here."

Hope dwindles, like the last rays of light before the sunset. There was no getting her out of here. She knows that. Dead weight is tough to deal with, useless in their line of work.

"Promise?" She breathes out roughly, a joke for a dying soldier.

The conviction he meets her eyes with, fierce and determined makes even her dark thoughts halt in their tracks. "I promise."

She closes her eyes, braces for the loud noise and flying shrapnel, only to be yanked to her feet and thrown over a broad shoulder. The movement makes pain wash across her body, enough to make black dot her vision, but she gets her bearings and clutches onto the back of his vest anyway, letting him do as he pleases.

The explosion sounds, ringing in their ears and Simon takes off instantly. Ducking behind containers, he almost makes it to the exit before shots start firing again.

He grunts, jolts more than a few times before he reaches the shutters, slipping out and slamming them shut behind him.

The metal and concrete is scraped from her vision, replaced with a green field and the sound of a chopper's blades whirring. Wind blows against her hair and for a moment it seems surreal.

She thought she was going to die. A shuddering gasp makes its way through her as they stop midway through the field. Simon moves to set her down gently-

And sways.

"Simon-?" She starts to ask, halfway to the ground. Eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration, she can't help but notice the way his mask is damp from sweat...his clothes too, and surely that much of a run wouldn't have been enough to wear him out. She's so making fun of him the moment she can suck in a full breath if that's the case, and-

Simon buckles to the ground, taking her with him. She lands on top of him, pulling a strangled groan out of the man. "Shit, are you...you okay?" She pants, clutching a hand to her wound before sitting up on her knees next to him.

Her entire front is covered in more blood that it had been before, and that's odd because...oh.

His front is stained with enough blood to make his previously green vest the colour of wine.

The sight stuns her, knocks the breath out of her because...what?

"Hey, you-Simon you're bleeding." She gasps, abandoning her own woes to take a better look at him. Blinking away the sluggish dizziness from her own blood loss, she carefully tears off his vest and-

His torso is riddled with bullet holes.

Too many to count. All of them bubbling and bleeding, pouring out liquid that should be inside him because he needs that, it's important and he's going to bleed out if this keeps going...

Hands hovering over his chest, they move from injury to injury, not knowing which one to press down on. For each one there were three more, and the fight against the rising panic and bile rising in her is getting tougher and tougher by the second.

"Made it out, at least." He breathes, shallow and raspy.

"You-you're bleeding." Is all she can manage to say, voice shaky.

In shock.

"I noticed." His humour isn't appreciated.

"I'm sorry." She chokes out. "I didn't...you got shot because I-"

"Oi." He grits out. A shaky, trembling hand moves to cup her jaw and despite the state he's in the touch is grounding and as rough as ever. "None of...that."

"You can't die." She encases his palm with her own, keeps it pressed there uncaring of the blood slicking her face. "You can't. Simon, you-it's okay. It's going to be okay." A sob rips its way out of her, though she tries to choke the rest back.

"Can't...can't kill someone who's already dead...love." He mumbles into her hair, blooding it with blood that he's coughing up way too fast to not be concerned about.

"Don't leave," She begs, hunched over him, clutching onto his gear. She wants it off, wants to rip it all off and feel his skin, press her hand against his chest, and make sure his heart never stops beating. "Don't leave me, Simon. I can't- I need you." With a scratchy voice, she pleads and begs, trying to keep him talking. "You promised, remember? You promised we'd get out."

She feels him shake his head minutely, a movement she might have missed if not for how close she was pressed against him. "Promised you'd...get out." He croaks, bleeding out but nevertheless the same strong, still presence as always.

Still...still?

Her breath chokes her, her entire body trembling as her grip on his shirt tightens. "Simon...?" She whispers. No answer.

A sob rips out of her, raw and painful because this wasn't real. It was a dream. There was no other explanation.

She'd wake up in her room, head pillowed on his chest and pretending to still be asleep just to have a few more minutes of his warmth. Simon would chuckle, she'd feel the motion under her skin, and he'd prod at her side, line kisses against her forehead until a smile broke free and her ruse was up.

They'd be happy.

She'd be happy.

Her face stays pressed against him, her grip iron. She doesn't pull away, letting the primal fear and grief mix with the senseless hope that maybe he was still alive. She hadn't confirmed it. Hadn't peeked up to see it, so maybe he was still there, waiting for her. Like he said he always would.

Hours, days, maybe minutes? A period of time later footsteps thunder behind her. Shrouded in delirium and grief, she's still a soldier, and her instincts kick in.

Protect, protect, protect.

It's a mantra in her head as she curls over him, unwilling to let them take him away from her.

People surround them but her grip does not falter. Hands grab at her shoulder and someone's speaking, saying words, what...

"-go, you have to let go." The voice is...shaky?

Gaz?

Confused, she tilts her head up a centimeter to catch a glimpse of the person who has her. Gaz. It was Gaz. Looking exhausted, shaken but determined. His eyes flitter away from Ghost on the ground repeatedly.

"Gaz?" She asks, voice cracking. He nods, taking her confusion to his advantage and pulling her to her feet. When she makes a strangled sound and hunched over, he finally notes the wound on her abdomen and curses.

"We need a medic." He calls over his shoulder, pulling to sling her arm over his shoulder. "We've got you, exfil's here. You're gonna be alright now, yeah?"

"N-no." She shakes her head, fuzzy and full. "Not me, I-...Simon...Ghost, you have to help him he's..." A hacking cough cuts her off, sending sharp flares of pain all across her body. Gaz firmly keeps her head towards the front when she tries to look back. "What-...no, not me." A weak attempt at pulling away is made, "Simon, Gaz I need to help...Ghost." Mumbling to herself half incoherent, she finally bats his hand away and turns to cast a glance back.

Her steps falter into nothing when she sees her boyfriend.

The sliver of skin beneath his mask is a sickly pale, blood dripping out from under it. His balaclava is soaked in blood, a strange waterboarding technique to chart for the future, her delirious mind unhelpfully supplies.

It's the stillness that jarrs her, makes the reality finally sink in.

Simon was quiet, he was purposeful, he could lay looking through a sniper scope in one place for hours but he was never still.

This kind of stillness was one brought by the absence of the warmth of light.

Gaz is talking...is he? His mouth is moving that much she can see out of the corner of her eyes, but all she can hear is static as her mind clicks together a devastating picture, a scene that would haunt her for as long as she lives.

Dead.

She thinks she might throw up.

Simon. Ghost. Simon was dead.

They were supposed to be a pair. Unbreakable. Where one went, the other followed offering the silent reassurance that neither of them would ever be alone.

Where one went, the other followed.

She lunges against Gaz's hold, the strength in her battered form surprising the soldier enough to allow her to rip free and stumble over to her lover.

Shaky hands fumble around Simon's body, one of them grips his gloved one in her own tightly, God he was cold, how was he already cold? until cool metal meets her fingertips, slicked with their blood.

People call her name. One person...maybe five? It doesn't matter, nothing matters right now but the press of the barrel against her forehead.

There's no hesitation when she pulls the trigger.

But there's a distinct lack of blinding pain.

A stunned, heavy silence takes hold of the field. Slowly, guilt and dread and hate and self-loathing curling up in her gut, she peels her eyes open to see her team. Her family.

And if the cold corpse of her lover beside her wasn't already punishment enough, the devastated, broken, confused looks on theirs' definitely does.

Soap makes a strangled noise when she pulls the trigger again, her head full of cotton.

Click.

Oh.

That's right.

The chamber was empty, wasn't it?

Staring numbly at the gun, at the pistol that Simon had carried with him throughout his entire career, she doesn't fight the hands that grip at her, that pull her up.

Doesn't fight the way Simon's cold hand slips from hers. When the gun is gently pried from her iron grip.

Words fall upon deaf ears, a buzzing sound accompanying her glazed over expression as she stares at two soldiers dragging over a body bag towards him over Price's shoulder.

"It's alright, lass." Soap mumbles in her ear, and distinctly she notes the sheer of tears in his eyes out of the corner of his own. "We've got ya."

"He's..." She says faintly. Simon's head is zipped into the bag out of view. "Gone..."

And then she cries. No, crying is too lenient a word, for what leaves her is a sound reserved for a wounded animal, a sound that not even the most experienced interrogators could ever hope to coax out of her. She wails and cries, hoarse and raw because nothing about this was okay. Nothing was okay. Nothing would ever be okay again.

Because she was alive.

And her other half was dead.

And she was still alive.

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Pink nightmares

Warnings: First Meetings, fluff

Word count: 1.2 K

Pairing: Barbie (Margot Robbie) x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Barbie meets another human.

PS: Lesbians in a relationship are fast

Requests: OPEN

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When Barbara got up, she felt her nightshirt sticking to her back. She was sweating. She had had the same nightmare again.

Carefully, she put on the slippers Gloria had bought her and began shuffling her feet to walk to Gloria's door.

She knocked gently on the door, and getting no answer, opened the door only to find the woman sound asleep.

I knew the woman had had a tough week. With her new position at Mattel, a teenage daughter, and her and her husband's estrangement, she didn't have much time for a worried Barbie. So, Barbie simply closed the door and walked to Sasha's door, walked over to the sleeping child and moved her slightly.

"Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"I can't sleep" she whisper. "What do humans do when they can't sleep?"

"Ahg, Barbie, I don't know , go watch TV or something?"

Sure, when she watched movies with Gloria and she rested her head in her lap, she always fell asleep. That was her solution.

She quickly left the room and went downstairs to the living room, turning on the television and adjusting the volume so as not to disturb anyone.

She changed channels more times than she would like to admit, but, despite finding programs that people regularly use to fall asleep because of how boring they are, such as infomercials (even though Barbie loved infomercials), she couldn't fall asleep.

Thirty minutes later, she was forced to turn off the television and re-enter the teenager's room.

"Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"I still can't sleep" she whispered again. "what else can I do?"

"Agh, how should I know?" replied the girl half asleep and with obvious irritation. "why don't you go for a walk?" yawned. "Like in the movies you like."

Sure, that always put teenagers in the movies to sleep.

Carefully, she went back downstairs, sitting on the floor to put on the sneakers Gloria had instructed him to leave by the front door, opened the door and quickly decided to put on a sweatshirt of Sasha's, because it was getting a little chilly.

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Barbie had been walking aimlessly for a long time. Somehow, she had reached the Venice Beach pier (her favorite beach), but she was so engrossed in the beauty of the sea, she didn't realize that it had already started to get light.

Least of all she had noticed, a woman was absentmindedly running up to her… until the two collided.

"Oh shit."

"Ahhh"

From the blow, both girls ended up on the floor, the blonde kneeling and the woman in sportswear fell on her butt, but the latter quickly got up to help the blonde up.

"I'm sorry, I'm too distracted."

"Don't worry" spoke Barbie as she tried to brush the dirt off her knees, but as she touched the right one… "Ouch."

"Oh shit" repeated the girl. "Honey, you're bleeding. come here."

Carefully, the stranger took the blonde ex-doll by the shoulders to the table of a coffee shop that was there on the dock and they were just opening.

The girl asked for a first aid kit, sat the blonde down and bent down to be at the blonde's knee.

The waiter quickly brought the first aid kit, causing the stranger to quickly draw the disinfectant on the wound, causing the blonde to hiss.

"I'm really, really sorry. Now you're going to have a little scar on your leg" she spoke, showing sorrow in her eyes.

"Are you kidding?" laughed the blonde "I've never gotten any of these before, it's fabulous… Ahhh!" she yelled as the other woman put disinfectant back on.

"I'm sorry" repeated the stranger. "So…you've never had a raspon, what's wrong with you, didn't you have a childhood?"

'Honey, I think it would be advisable for you not to tell anyone that… you were a doll. People aren't made for this kind of situation normally.'

Gloria's voice reached the blonde's ears.

"It's hard to explain."

Carefully, the woman took a small band-aid out of the box and placed it on the blonde's small, clean wound.

"Ta-da" the woman stood up, as she showed the other woman the band aid along with some jazz hands, eliciting laughter from the former doll. "There. Now not only do you have your scratch, but you also have an amazing band aid to show off. And it's Hello Kitty."

The blonde laughed again.

"Thank you very much…"

She said trying to guess the name of the woman in front of her.

"T/N. My name is T/N. What's yours?"

"Barbara. But everyone calls me Barbie."

They both gave each other a smile.

"Well, Barbie… I'd really like you to tell me about your non-existent experience with childhood injuries."

"Ohh, believe me, it's quite weird and complicated to explain" commented the blonde feeling a strange sensation accentuate in her belly, and she felt a scorching heat rise up her neck to her cheeks.

"Well, I have all the time in the world to understand your story" T/N quickly sat down next to the blonde and gave her a smile. "Besides, I wouldn't waste any opportunity to be with a woman as beautiful as you."

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T/N got out of her car, took her keys and locked the car. She walked quickly to the door of the house and knocked on the door, just once. Before she could give another knock, the door swiftly opened, revealing the blonde ex-doll with a perfectly matched outfit and beautiful silky hair.

"Hi baby."

Before T/N could continue to admire her girlfriend, the latter threw herself into T/N's arms and began to spread kisses all over her face.

"Ahgggg. Get a room."

And there was Sasha, trying to annoy Barbie. T/N had given up trying to figure out which of the two was playing the role of little sister.

"Sasha, leave them alone!"

And there was Gloria, their mother and best friend.

Barbie moved to let T/N into the house. She quickly entered the house, ruffled the younger girl's hair and walked to the kitchen, where Gloria was waiting for them with sandwiches.

"Are you nervous?"

"Well, yeah, anyone would be if you're going to meet all your girlfriend's distant friends."

"Oh honey" Gloria gave her a smile. That mom smile "You don't have to be nervous. Everyone is very friendly there."

"I'm ready now, baby!" Barbie came bounding in with three giant suitcases.

Gloria and T/N looked at each other with complicity.

"Are you sure you have everything?"

"I think I s… Oh, I almost forgot my friendship bracelets I made for everyone…"

And just as quickly as she came, she left, ducking into her room again.

"Do you have the ring?" whispered Gloria.

"What ring?" asked Sasha.

"Shhhh!" both older women tried to shush her.

"Yes" whispered T/N as she pulled out the little velvet box he kept in her pants pockets.

"OH SHIT!" shouted Sasha.

"Gloria, Sasha said a rude thing!" accused Barbie as she re-entered the room next to a fistful of bracelets.

"Yes honey, I just heard her. And she'll be in trouble once they leave."

T/N took the suitcases and all the things Barbie was going to take on her trip (rather short for all the things Barbie was carrying), said goodbye to Gloria, her husband and Sasha.

They both got in the car to drive to Venice Beach.

"Ready?" asked Barbie, flashing that beautiful smile that T/N had fallen in love with.

"Always, with you by my side."

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Hot. (Alejandro X Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, Alejandro being a fucking animal 😫, (sorry if I missed any)

Summary: Reader is down bad for Alejandro

This is not proofread I’m at work and don’t have time just yet XD

Alejandro is skilled. Quiet, a great shot, can fight incredibly well. He works really well under pressure despite having a bad temper. He’s caring, he’s loving. He takes care of his soldiers. He’s got everything going for him.

Sometimes, he’s aggressive. On occasion he’ll let his emotions get the best of him, but something you noticed pretty quickly, was that he was like a caged animal when he was angry. You were apart of Task Force 141, working alongside Alejandro when Los Vaqueros met up with 141. You took a liking to him right away. Loving how kind he was. You met him, shook his hand. And melted right into his touch. Your closer friends in 141 noticed how different you acted around him and caught on pretty quickly. Teasing you for your crush on the Colonel. You did your best to ignore them. After the fight with Hassan was over, a few of you decided to stay around. Helping Alejandro rebuild his base. Raising money, getting donations for machinery. Everything.

It took a while for the massive base to be fully rebuilt, but when it was, it was stunning. A masterpiece. After it was built, Alejandro asked everyone from 141 to stay. Help in the fight. A couple agreed, a couple went him. You obviously agreed to stay. You fell in love with the place and the people here. Not just because they had a very appealing leader, but because you got along with them. Of course, if Captain Price needed your assistance at all, you’d be on the first flight out of there. But for now, you were going to spend your time there. You got along with Rudy very well, even met his children and wife. She was beautiful and nice. An amazing cook.

Alejandro took a liking to you right away. Not only are you a good soldier, but you follow orders like no one he’s ever seen. You work your ass off, always have a positive attitude, and you’re an amazing addition to his team. After a few months of you on base, he gets used to you being around. He especially likes that you soothe his newest recruits after he lashes out at them. He had heard around base that you did your best to calm them down, become a peacemaker. He didn’t know it until he heard it for himself.

He had gotten a little aggressive with a new recruit for falling asleep on watch. He was probably a little more harsh than he needed to be, but he was on edge lately. He was on his way to find the recruit when he spotted you approaching him already. He was sitting in the mess hall at one of the round tables. “Hey. It’s okay.” You smile, passing him one of your MRE’s. “I’m not going to eat it, you take it.” You smile. “I know it’s tough getting yelled at like that, but I hope you know the reason he does it.” You sigh, sitting down next to him. He looks up at you, clearly upset still. “He doesn’t make strong soldiers by being soft, you know? You’re his brother now, you work alongside him. He doesn’t want to see you die, and if that means he has to be tough on you, it just does.” He nods his head. You lay your hand over stop of his. “He doesn’t hate you, he probably thinks you’re a good soldier. He just doesn’t want to lose any of his brothers or sisters. None of us do.” He nods his head. “That one has Vanilla pound cake in it. It’s really good.” You smile. Patting him on the back as you go to walk away. He grasps your hand, stopping you. “Gracias, I appreciate your kindness señorita.” He mumbles. You smile at him. “comer hasta” is the last thing you say before walking away.

After hearing that, Alejandro pays a little more attention to you. Your kindness knows no bounds. You have no enemies on base. You are kind and friendly to everyone. Alejandro likes it. You get called into his office and immediately drop what you’re doing. Making your way for his office. You send him a smile when you walk inside. He motions for you to sit down in front of his desk. You jump slightly when he throws an MRE on top of it. You narrow your eyes looking up at him, confused. “Heard you talking to the new recruit.” He smiles. Your eyes widen slightly. “Oh.. uh. I’m really sorry, I know I shouldn’t have overstepped I just-“

Him laughing cuts you off. You freeze up, body going rigid. “Relax Cariño.” He smiles. He leans back against his desk, resting his hands back on it. You relax slightly. “I think what you’re telling them is very kind. You make me seem like less of a dick to them. Te admiro.” He smiles. “Oh uh.. thank you.” You blush. “You’re a valuable asset to me.” He smiles. You look down at your hands, cheeks very red. He notices the way you’re responding to him. It’s like he’s caught you off guard. “Thank you sir. I appreciate it.” You smile. “Keep it up, and here.” He passes you the MRE. “For the one you gave away.” He smiles. “Thank you.” You smile.

—

Alejandro really liked you, not in a romantic way. But you were just one of his favorite soldiers.

He hasn’t looked at a woman in a romantic way in a long time, he liked to keep himself away from all of that. No feelings he’s ever had were ever strong enough to stick. None of them were strong enough to last while he worked. His parents always harassed him, wondering when he was going to have kids. He always shrugged them off, saying it would happen eventually.

He’s exhausted. It’s close to one in the morning. He’s just finished up all of the paperwork he’d fallen behind on overtime. He decided to stay up late and take the next day off since he was up late. He’s passing by the men’s and women’s showers, trying to make sure everything is okay and in order. Everyone should be asleep. He hears a moan come from the women’s showers, eyebrows furrowing. He had a strict rule when it came to his base. No relations with anyone on base at all. He knows he shouldn’t barge in, but it’s late and he just wants to go to his room. He opens the door, closing it behind him. He can hear a shower going, clearly an attempt to conceal any noises. When he steps up, he can see the naked form of someone, as he inches closer, he sees that it’s you. But to his surprise, there’s no one else with you. You’ve got a hand clamped down around your mouth, fingers knuckle deep inside of yourself as you pump them in and out. You’re soaking wet from the water running over you, and Alejandro is frozen. He can’t tear his eyes away from you. His body is frozen, eyes drinking in every inch of you. He can feel himself hardening in his cargo pants, breathing out. You tilt your head back, crying out into your hand. It’s clear that you’ve just reached your high. Alejandro snaps himself out of his daze, quickly going for the door before you turn the shower off and hear him.

You finish your shower, redressing yourself and making your way out. You don’t expect anyone else to be out at this hour, it’s passed curfew anyways. You’re ringing your hair out with a towel when you open the door, almost running right into the last person you want to see. A gasp leaves your lips and he crosses his arms. “It’s late.” He mumbles. “I.. I couldn’t sleep so I wanted to take a shower to.. relax.” You swallow hard. He takes a step toward you, and you step back. Your back hitting the wall as he moves in closer. “Don’t disobey the rules, Cariño. You don’t want to see me angry.” He mumbles. His face is only a few inches from yours. You nod your head. “Y-yes sir.” You swallow hard. With that, he spins around, walking away from you. Had he heard you? That one moan you accidentally let out, it was loud. Maybe he heard it. You pray he hadn’t.

You quickly rush to the women’s barracks, ready to forget what just happened.

Alejandro is struggling when finally gets into his room. He didn’t see you like that, so what was he feeling? Was he really this touch starved? He palms himself through his pants, wincing uncomfortably. He wanted to fix this problem, but he didn’t have the patience for it. It was always so hard to finish. He’d given up on it completely. It usually would just go away in its own, but this time. He just couldn’t help it. Tugging his cargo pants down his legs, he started pumping himself in his hand, feeling more sensitive than usual. Maybe there was something with you that brought something out of him.

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You wanted to open up to a few of your friends on base about what had happened, but didn’t want to embarrass yourself any more than you already had. You were embarrassed for the entire day afterward, thankful you hadn’t seen him for most of the day. Not until later anyways.

You’re helping a few new recruits train, and after a mishap with a target, he was going off on one of them. Being more aggressive than he needed to be. You set your gun down, stepping in front of the recruit. “This is not your place.” He breathes. “I approved it, if you’re going to be mad at anyone be mad at me.” He’s still angry. You dismiss the recruit, which pisses him off even further. “You do not have the authority. Do not step on my toes.” He growls. You stare at him, face completely emotionless as you stare at him. “Like I said, I approved it. If you want to be mad, be mad at me.” He grits his teeth, hard. “My office. Now.” He growls. He begins walking and you follow after him, having someone else take over for you. He opens his office door and you step inside, closing it behind you. “You do not undermine me. Do you understand?” He breathes. “Yes sir.” You look up at him. “I hope you’re not just covering for them.”

“I’m not a liar.”

A snort leaves his lips. Making you look at him in confusion. “If you’re not a liar tell me what you were doing in the showers last night.” He crosses his arms. Your eyes widen. “I couldn’t sleep so I was trying to relax.” He doesn’t miss the way that you avoid eye contact with him. He takes a deep breath, walking around the desk. His mind is going crazy. He hasn’t had feelings like this for a very long time. Not for years. His cock is hard, and he’s already got beads of sweat forming at his hairline. He closes his eyes for a second. “You know, for how big this place is, gossip spreads fast.” He leans up against his desk. You look nervous and confused. “I know about your little crush on me, have for some time now.”

You look down, avoiding his strong gaze.

He grits his teeth, stepping forward. Lifting your chin to look at him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” You whimper at his touch, your eyes want to flutter closed but you force them open. “What’s gotten into you hm? You’re always such a good girl and now? Chica mala.” He mumbles. You swallow hard. “I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I- I do have a crush on you.” You breathe out. Voice is unsteady and desperate. “But I can stay away, I know that nothing will ever come of it.” He’s still got a tight grip on your chin. “I’m sorry that I broke your rules Colonel, I promise it won’t happen again.” You’re looking up at him. So desperate to please him. “You can make it up to me, hermosa.” He breathes. “Okay, I’ll do anything.” You nod your head lightly and he leans against the back of your chair, grasping your hand and lifting it enough. He rests your hand on the front of his cargo pants. Holding it there by pressing the palm of his hand against the back of yours. Your eyes widen and you look away from him to see what he’s doing. You gulp, and he smiles at this. “Go on.” He mumbles. You take a deep breath and he draws his hand away. Relieved when you keep yours on him. You’ve never done anything like this before. Nerves shot through you. You start palming him, earning a groan from him. He rocks his hips into your hand, desperate for your touch. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.” He groans. He lifts his shirt slightly, giving you a view of his lower stomach. His pants sat low on him, showing off the v-line leading down to his cock. He brushes over your bottom lip with his left hand, his right still resting on the arm of the chair.

He pushes his thumb between your lips, and you open your mouth so that he can push it in further. Sucking down on it. Dribbles of your drool drip off of his thumb onto your chin. “Fuck- on your knees soldier.” He breathes. You obey immediately and he leans back against his desk, holding onto it. “Show me what a good girl you are.” He mumbles. You move forward, looking up at him as you reach for his belt. You slide the leather through the metal piece, pulling it back. Once you’ve got it unbuckled, his cargo pants are next. You unbutton them, unzipping them. You tug them down his thighs just enough. You grasp his boxers, pulling them down and freeing his hard cock. He’s much larger than you expected. You pump him a couple times before leaning forward, taking the tip into your mouth. Sucking gently at it. His thighs weaken and he clutches the desk for dear life. “Si como esa bebe” he gasps. “Fucking good girl.” He moans. You take him down further, starting to hollow your cheeks, sucking harder and harder until the suction sounds are lewd. He watches you take him down. “Look at me.” He breathes.

Your eyes flickering up to him, staring up at him through your eyelashes. He’s lucky he doesn’t bust right there. “You going to be a good girl?” He asks. Running his fingers over your bulged cheek. Mouth so full of him. He smirks. You’re completely at his mercy, not even hesitating to please him. You moan around him, clearly agreeing. “I’ll teach you baby. Show you why you shouldn’t disobey me.” He breathes. You moan around him again. He tilts his head back, swallowing hard. You’re already getting him close. So close. He wraps a hand in your hair, forcing you down into him further. He forces you down as far as you can take him, eyes rolling back as you swallow around him. You start to turn red from him cutting off your oxygen. “You’re mine. I control you. I’ll tell you when you can fucking breathe.” He growls. Holding you still until your eyes start to flutter closed. He finally lets you go and you slide completely off of him, gasping for air. He chuckles at you.

“Tan patética.”

He grasps your arm, pulling you up no problem. He grasps your thighs, lifting you up onto his desk. The way that he man handles you has your cheeks flushing. He grasps your pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down your legs, spotting panties that definitely weren’t proper military apparel. “Bad girl.” He smirks. They’re red lacy panties. You’re thankful you wore them. He grasps the hem of them, pulling them down your thighs. “Not exactly military approved baby.” He chuckles. “Have to wear something that makes me feel like a woman.” You blush. He smiles. “I can make you feel like a woman, no panties needed.” He smirks. You tilt your head back, blushing hard. He laughs, knowing that he’s gotten to you. He pushes your shirt up over your hips, pushing you back further onto his desk. He breathes. Licking his lips. He lowers himself, rubbing his thumb over your clit. “Bonita coño” he moans, lowering his face into you. You gasp when you feel his tongue, clutching hard at the edge of his desk “You’re going to be my good girl, yeah?” He moans into you. Tongue flicking back and fourth over your pussy. “Yes- yes sir!” You pant. He smiles into you, looking up at you. You’ve got your head tilted back. Lips parted. He sucks at your clit, swirling his tongue over you. He knows he’s good at this, it’s one thing he really enjoyed doing. You taste so sweet, and he could spend hours with his face buried between your thighs. A mewl leaves your lips, and he can tell by the way your clit is starting to throb that you’re getting close. He holds your thighs tightly. You’re panting hard, trying to clamp your thighs shut. “Keep your legs open.” He growls. “I, I can’t. I’m sorry-“ you whimper. “It’s so much.” You sob. He growls, pinning your hips to the desk and holding onto your thighs tightly. He keeps up his abuse on your clit and you cry out, louder than you intend to. Your hips buck up, and you try to close your legs but he keeps them open. Riding out your high on his tongue.

“Are you a virgin?” He asks. You shake your head. “Good. I don’t have to be gentle.” He adjusts himself, lining his cock up with your opening and sinking himself inside of you. He’s gripping your ankles as he starts to thrust himself inside of you. The air leaves your lungs, gasping in a breath as he starts to fuck you. Your eyes fill with tears at the overstimulation. They stream down your face and you’re moaning out, squirming around beneath him. “Quédate quieta, niña patética” he growls. He slides out of you, growing frustrated. He’s horny and he’s desperate to cum. He lifts you up, flipping you around so that you’re on your hands and knees. He pulls you back by your hips until you’re right on the edge of the desk. He holds your hips as he slides himself into you again. Groaning out. He rests his hands on your ankles once more, clutching onto you as he starts to thrust into you. The way that you feel so tightly wrapped around him, it’s almost too much. He can’t remember the last time he’s had sex. His high is approaching pathetically fast. He grasps your hips, thrusting faster. He needs to get you to another high.

If there’s one thing about Alejandro, he always takes care of his women. The desk is usually sturdy, but it slides against the floor with each hard thrust he takes, and he prays that nobody walks by and hears what’s going on behind his door. Their Colonel breaking his own rules by fucking you on his desk. You’re panting hard, moaning out for him. You can’t see his face but he’s smirking. You’re at his complete mercy. “Feels better than your fingers right baby? I saw you. Saw you with you fingers knuckle deep in this little pussy. So desperate to cum. I bet you feel so much better than that hm?” He smiles. You nod your head. “Yes-“ a gasp leaves your lips when he slaps your ass. “It feels so good.” You cry. You feel so full, something you weren’t used to. He grasps hold of your hair pulling you back into him. His lips right at your ear, his other hand wrapping around your stomach. He moves it lower to rub circles at your clit, feeling you start to squirm. He attacks your neck with his mouth, until you’re moaning louder. “Such a good fucking girl.” He moans. “Thank me.” He smirks. “I’m fucking you, making you feel so good even though you disobeyed me. I’m making your dreams come true even when you don’t deserve it. Fucking agradeceme.” A gasp leaves your lips, you’re right on the edge. “Thank you Colonel. I don’t deserve it, I know I don’t, thank you, thank you!” You’re chanting it. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, hips hammering into yours. You’re right on the edge. You grasp his built arms, holding onto him. “Alejandro- I’m going to cum!” You cry. He can feel your tears dripping off of your chin onto his arms and he smiles. “Beg me for it baby. Demuéstrame que te lo mereces.” He resumes attacking your neck, smiling when you reach your own hand down to rub circles on your sensitive nub. “Please make me cum-“ you gasp. “Please let me cum- please- I’ll be a good girl. I won’t disobey you again- I’m yours- all yours.”

His lips are right next to your ear. His deep voice rattles your brain. “Fucking cum for me.”

Another sob leaves your lips and he covers your mouth with his hand to conceal the moans that leave them. You relax forward, sobbing into his hand. His hips stutter as he reaches his own high, filling you to the hilt with his own orgasm. Holding your hips against his. Trying to keep his filth inside of you for as long as possible. You’re breathing hard, thighs shaking violently from how rough he’s been. He’s panting hard. Leaving kisses behind your ear. He wraps his hands around your stomach again, hugging you from behind. He slides himself out of you, pressing his forehead to the middle of your back, hissing as he slides out of you. “Fuck.. I’m sorry if I was too rough.” He breathes. “No.. no. It.. was amazing.” You breathe. Cheeks burning bright. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Going to get me into trouble.” He chuckles. You giggle, the sound makes his heart thump in his chest. “Did.. did you see me last night?” You ask. He moves you until you’re sitting on the edge of his desk and he’s moved between your thighs. “By accident. I heard.. a cry. So I went inside to check on whoever it was. It was late, I didn’t think..” he breathes. “I saw you. Couldn’t tear my fucking eyes off of you.” He chuckles. He lifts your chin, leaning down. He presses his lips to yours, feeling your body tense up. You really like him. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed and he can tell you’re in a daze. His touch sends you right into a subspace and he can’t help but chuckle at you.

He helps you down from his desk, chuckling when your knees buckle under you. He holds you up until you steady yourself. “Take the rest of the day off, go rest. I’ll go make sure everyone at the range is good.” He glides a hand over your thigh. “These are mine, by the way.” He snags your panties.

—

The next day, he’s following Rudy to his office. “Where are they?” He asks. “Top drawer.” Alejandro nods to his desk. He’s waiting in the doorway for Rudy to pick up the paperwork. His eyes widen when he remembers. “Rudy wait!” He yelps. But it’s too late, Rudy has already opened the drawer, eyes widening as he pinches the fabric between his fingers, lifting it up. “Colonel. Breaking your own rules I see.”

“Put it down and let’s go.” He groans. Rudy shoves them to the side, picking up the stack of paperwork. He chuckles as he follows Alejandro out into the hallway. “Who is it?” Rudy asks, just as you happen to pass by, avoiding eye contact with Alejandro like it’s the plague. Cheeks brightening a little bit as you pass by. Rudy glances behind himself at you. “Never mind.” He nudges Alejandro with his elbow. Alejandro is blushing, giving Rudy a shove. “Better quit before I give you 50 push ups, hermano.” He laughs. “She’s real pretty. Got a nice body. Maybe you should pursue it.” Rudy shrugs. “I’m going to.” Alejandro mumbles. “Now leave me alone.” He laughs.

“Not a chance.”

[theirnamesarekiklo]

could u pleasee write a pt 2 to cold where they just .. grieve :’) and maybe you could weave bits of the reader in the story through flashbacks so we could get to know them? ^^

Empty Space (Cold pt2)

As it sets in, everyone has their own way of coping.

pairing: Sully Family x !Twin Sister! Reader

A/N: I wrote this in like a couple of hours I’m not sure if it’s good but I hope it is! 💔

Sitting on the sandy beach, lo’ak felt the breeze run through and past his hair. After a particularly tough day, the setting sun was his favorite thing to see. Closing his eyes, he breathed through his nose, already feeling the bubbling grief coming back up. Although times like these were pleasant, they left him stuck in his head, stuck in his thoughts. It’s been a week since she left, and it’s been racking the entire family down to sad glances and tight hugs as if the other would disappear just as she did.

¨What are you doing out here so late?”

Her voice was clear as day, a haunting memory. Quiet steps stopped right behind him, waiting for a response. She always knew. She, without fail, consistently saw the sad twinkle in his eye and always felt like the silence in his sentences hung far too long in the air for her liking. If it were up to her, she would have already begun comforting him before returning home, but she can’t force him to speak up, and she knows he certainly always will.

Turning his head, the only thing he saw was not her. Scoffing, he buried his head in his hands. He was going insane as the minutes ticked by, and his mind was suddenly catching up. Letting out a gentle whimper, he bit his lip, stopping it from quivering. He wasn’t sure what was worse—not feeling her soft gaze from across the room as she mouthed little motivations or not feeling her soul in his heart. Scrunching up his eyebrows, keeping the tears at bay, he looked at his family’s Marui pod. Ever since the funeral, he hasn’t spent more than an hour inside his home, fearing that if he took one glance at the places she spent most of her time at, he would break down and possibly do unspeakable acts that even she would frown at.

Slumping down, he succumbed to the feeling and let out tiny cries, mumbling her name between a few.

•~•

Neteyam, pushing past a couple of boys, even bumping shoulders with one, rolled his eyes as some started yelling insults at his back. Wincing at a stab of pain from his hip, he kept walking with the sack of fruits on his back. While the rest of his family either closed themselves off or spent the day growing softer, he grew angrier. He wasn’t sure what he was mad at, but he was confident that most of it was directed toward himself. If only he had run a bit faster, he would have missed it entirely and might’ve saved her.

Deciding that the throbbing wound had been annoying enough, he threw the bag on the ground. Grunting as he sat down, he noticed the eclipse coming faster than he had hoped. He planned to work outside for a while before returning home to help his mother with dinner. Taking a risky glance at his chest, her necklace sat comfortably around his neck. Before the funeral, he managed to keep it as a piece of love, but it only became a constant reminder that he wasn’t there again.

He remembers her weaving this necklace for about two days before she finished it. He had joked about wanting it for himself, and despite it being her favorite piece of jewelry, she only told him that one day it would be his. The only issue was that he expected it to be a while before it was his. Maybe she would have given it to him on his birthday, or maybe after their father had yelled at him quite angrily for something that wasn’t even his fault.

Frowning at how dull it looked now, he puffed out a breath, looking at his destination before he quickly got up and walked a bit faster this time, avoiding the pitiful stares he got from the others.

•~•

Although there had been conversations, silence spoke more than they had in the past hour. Kiri kept her gaze on tuk’s hair, avoiding her mother’s stare. She had been there; she had watched her sister die. She wondered how her brother was holding up. They were always the closest. His twin contained him just like a cup would do with water.

On the other hand, Tuk had barely registered that her sister had died a couple of days ago. Since then, she opted to sleep in the same position her sister had, feeling just a tad bit closer to her even though the truth was that she was very, very far away. She always left places with lingering gazes thinking, ¨She would like this, ¨ before smiling and walking away. Just as she did when she was here, she found comfort in her older sister.

•~•

Dinner had been relatively silent as Neytiri tried getting a couple of responses to her questions about everyone´s day. As night pooled into their home, Jake lay wide awake, eyebags much more prominent now as he desperately wished to fall asleep without waking up to a gut-wrenching nightmare from that day. He felt like something inside him had died, and it lay there clawing for a way out.

Every time he looked at lo´ak, it was like a punch to the gut. He looked so much like her, and now as he wore beads from a necklace she once wore in an armband, it simply became worse. The night she died, he spent almost every moment alone crying. Her voice, laughter, giggles, and even her scoldings replayed in his mind every second of the day despite his angry promises that he would stop thinking about his sweet, sweet girl.

¨Jake.¨

Flinching a bit at her sudden appearance, although she had been there all this time, he only felt like curling more into himself.

¨We need to le-¨

¨Every time I stare at the water, I see how scared she looked on that boat, Neytiri.¨ sharply sucking a breath in between her teeth, she sadly frowned at how she indeed saw the expression on her daughter´s face. As she held that bow with just as much confidence as she always had, her face and quivering hands gave it away, but Quaritch never noticed.

As much as Jake hated seeing how his daughter looked like her opposite, he felt guilty for feeling just a tiny bit terrified of the kid he knew to cry whenever she found a dead insect on her daily trek through the forest. Still, at that moment, he knew her as the girl who had fought three fully grown boys for simply insulting her.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he only saw how much anger she held in her eyes despite her hair covering quite a bit of her face from possibly the worst fight of her life. The snarl coming out of her as Quaritch pressed the knife just a bit deeper into her sister´s skin was engraved into his head.

Neytiri, fighting back a couple of tears at how badly this death affected them all, only took a deep breath and moved closer to her husband, who shook with quiet sobs. Her daughter was gone, and nothing was the same anymore.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Worst-Case Scenario – Joe Keery

"I'm telling you, Mr. Gary," I sighed, not bothering to look up from the chart in my hand, "you do not have Onchocerciasis."

"Are you sure, Doc?"

I sighed before forcing myself to look at him. "I'm sure, John. For starters, you're not blind. And you haven't been around blackflies of the genus Simulium and haven't been repeatedly bitten by them. So, no, John, you do not have Onchocerciasis."

"But I think it's. . ."

"You're a hypochondriac, Mr. Gary," I cut him off. "So my prescription? Stay off of WebMD."

After he left, I finally took my 30-minute lunch break. I went into one of the breakrooms the hospital had and sat on the couch. I leaned back and the second I caught my breath, my phone started ringing. When I grabbed it, a smile spread across my face.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, gorgeous," Joe's voice came through the phone. "How's my favorite doctor?"

"Tired," I said with a small laugh. "How's my favorite actor?"

"Tired and misses his wife."

"Well, his wife misses him too," I said as I lay down on the couch.

"You're off later tonight, right?" He asked.

"Yep," I sighed. "I only have two more hours."

"Great," he chuckled. "I have about three more hours."

"No," I whined.

"I know, I know," he sighed, "but I'll bring home dinner. What are you feeling?"

"Italian," I said instantly, making him laugh.

"If my wife wants Italian, I will get her Italian."

"I love you," I said softly.

"I love you too, baby," he said, sounding a little different. "I know we both have crazy jobs and we love them but. . . We never see each other anymore."

"I know," I whispered. I thought about it for a second before coming up with a plan. "When are you done filming your latest season?"

"We got about two more months," he sighed, not catching on.

"Well," I elongated, "I have some vacation days that need spending."

"Oh?" He chuckled, finally seeing where I was going.

"Mhmm," I hummed. "I can talk to my shift coordinator and get some time off once you finish filming."

"I like that idea," Joe said in a teasing tone. "How many vacation days do you have?"

"In total?" I had to think about it. "About two weeks, I think. Maybe more."

"Wow," Joe chuckled. I could hear the smirk.

"I really haven't taken that much time off," I sighed. "In fact, I was talking to my supervisor the other day and she practically begged me to take some time off."

"Well, even your health matters, Doctor," he teased. "Would it be crazy to suggest you take the whole two weeks off?"

"Absolutely not," I chuckled. "It sounds amazing."

"Perfect," he said gently. "We'll plan it all out over dinner tonight."

* * * * *

An hour into the second half of my shift, I got a patient I never wanted to have in the ER.

"Doctor Keery," one of the interns hesitated.

"Yes?"

"I have a patient that just came in," he stalled.

"Okay," I said, slowly looking at him. "And is it a tough case? What's up?"

"I think you're gonna want to take this one."

Before I could ask what he meant, he turned on his heel and walked away. Sighing, I put down the file I was holding and grabbed the one for the new case. I walked into the room without looking at the file.

"Joe?!" I dropped the file on the ground and ran to him. I stood in front of him and gently grabbed his face. As I scanned him, he had bruises, a busted lip, and what looked like ash.

"What happened to you?" I panicked. "Did something happen on set? Were you in a car accident? I'm trying to remember what scenes you shot today."

Joe reached up and grabbed my wrists, but didn't pull my hands away from his face. "Baby," he said gently, "I'm fine."

"But," I stuttered.

"I'm serious," he said, finally pulling my hands away from his face. "It was just a small stunt explosion."

"A what?!" I yelled. I grabbed his file off the ground and started scanning through it. Without a word, I instantly started attending to his wounds. He watched me the entire time.

"Y/N," he whispered once I had finished cleaning the ash off his face and neck. "Can we. . . We should probably. . ."

"I need to finish dressing your wounds," I said almost emotionless. We were quiet as I finished cleaning and bandaging up his wounds.

"Baby," Joe sighed.

"There," I said quickly. "You're done. I'll get you cleared to leave."

"Y/N. . ."

"I want you to go home," I cut him off. "I mean it, Joe. I don't care what your director says. Doctor beats director. So please, go home and get some rest. I'll bring home dinner and check to make sure your wounds are healing."

"But Y/N. . ."

"Doctor's orders," I said firmly. I closed his file and left the room. I handed it to the nurse and let out a shaky breath.

"You okay, Doctor?" The nurse I handed the file to asked sweetly. She looked at the file and her face dropped when she saw the name. "Oh," she said under her breath. "How is he?"

"He'll be fine," I said, forcing myself to push down my anxiety. "I need. . . Can you get his paperwork through the system so he can go home?"

"Of course, Doctor," she said with a small smile on her face. "Would you like me to tell you before he leaves?"

I hesitated. "No," I said under my breath. "It's okay. Thank you."

I went through the rest of my shift with my heart in my stomach. I wasn't sure when Joe went home. When my shift was finally over, I got takeout on the way home.

The second I walked into the house, Joe appeared in the hallway. "Hey, Doctor Gorgeous. How was the rest of your shift?"

"It was fine," I said as I walked past him and hung my keys on the wall. I kicked off my shoes before walking into the kitchen and putting the food on the table.

"Y/N. . ."

"Did you get any sleep?"

"A little," he said, the tone of his voice slightly weird. "Y/N, baby, we need to. . ."

"I brought home dinner," I cut him off. "You need to eat something."

With that, neither one of us said anything as we ate. Once we finished, I stood up and started cleaning off the table. After putting my plate in the sink, I walked back to grab Joe's plate. As I reached for it, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"Y/N, I know you're mad," he sighed. "But we need to talk this through. I'm sorry I scared you today. I didn't mean to. We were running through a fight scene and we were off. It ended with. . ."

"You don't understand!" I cut him off as I tore my wrist out of his hold.

"You're right," he said oddly calm after I just exploded. "Please help me understand."

"You being a patient in my ER is my worst-case scenario."

"What do you mean, baby?" He asked as he stood up and grabbed my hand. He led me over to the couch and we sat down.

"I see a lot of horrible things," I said, my voice breaking. "I see people who come in and end up fighting for their life. I see those same people not survive the fight. And I am the one that has to tell their families they're gone."

"It was an accident," he whispered.

"It's always an accident," I said, the tears close to spilling. "It's the accidents that end suddenly and badly."

"Y/N. . ."

"I can't lose you, Joe." My voice broke as the tears finally started streaming down my face. "You're my world. You're my everything. You're my husband. Having you come into my ER and me not being able to save you is my biggest fear."

Joe sighed as he pulled me into his chest. I tried to stop the tears as he kissed the top of my head.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered. "I should've called you and given you a heads up. It would've been better than surprising you. But I really am fine, Y/N. We got a little too into our fight scene and ended up getting too close to an explosion that happens in the scene. We had the set medics check us out, but our director wanted us to get checked out at the hospital just in case. Next time, I promise to call you first."

"How about there is no next time?"

My question made Joe laugh. He tightened his arms around me and relaxed into the couch.

"I will try not to have a next time."

[staarboyyy]

YAYYY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

I was wondering if you could maybe write something about y/n being an apprentice and Hoffman flirts with them even knowing they are in a relationship with Amanda 😧 It goes on for a while and Amanda gets tired of it, gets really jealous and yells at Hoffman then takes y/n back to her room and… you know 🫣 NSFW, maybe slight choking if you don’t mind writing it (if not that is totally okay!) just some dirty talk here and there also for example: whenever Amanda catches Hoffman flirting with reader she whispers things into readers ear :) Thank you so much in advance!

territory

amanda young x gender neutral reader | specified anatomy

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

tags / warnings ; apprentice!reader, jealousy, amanda being a guard dog, anatomical terms for vagina, degradation, dubcon if u squint, biting, sadistmanda

summary ; amanda catches you and mark going over your lastet work.

word count ; 3.2k

a/n; sorry for the delay, i really loved this prompt and writing for the apprentice reader, they are so silly! please enjoy :D

Amanda had a bad feeling about Mark from the start. How could she not? She saw that wicked look in his eyes, that knowing spark every time he glanced at you while you sketched traps aimlessly. He knew that you weren't supposed to be anything more than teammates, but that didn't stop him from trying to turn it into something more - Something like what you and Amanda had. Mark had always been cold, bitter. He spoke the truth with no hesitation, taking in breaths with the intent to speak words meant to silence others in the room. He was a force to be reckoned with to most; And yet as he watched you from across the warehouse, his gaze was disturbingly ... Friendly. Seeing this did not just make Amanda angry, her gaze curiously stuttering past the dooframe just as Mark crossed the room toward you. He squared his shoulders, shoes thudding quietly against the cement floor as his eyes reached the sketchbook in front of you.

You had been drafting for some days - It felt strange, almost like having homework due. John was a tough judge, especially when the traps were made for a truly awful person; In truth you didn't want to dwell on the details of the man this trap was for. He had taken things from women that could never be given back to them, and that was enough to drive your sadistic spark. The spark that made John give a slight tilted grin, not speaking as he steadily nodded, studying your sketches. At first his silence worried you, but when your drafts ended up pinned to the wall near his desk, you took to planning more confidently. It seemed John wasn't the only one to take notice to your determination, your pencil coming to a sharp pause as Mark leaned the weight of his hip into the creaking metal table. His eyes were still lingering on the page, jaw shifting with a slightly tilted head, nearly perplexed at the scratched notes and crumpled discarded brainstorm pages. Not your fault your desk was cluttered. When the inspiration hits you, y'know?

"What is this?"

Mark asked quietly as he moved to grasp and hold up one of the crumpled sketches. It had been discarded because you accidentally drew it comically uneven and decided it was too time consuming to try and fix without a ruler on hand. Mark gave you a quizzical glance nonetheless, looking between you, the warped drawing, and the others on the sketchbook before you. You had originally planned to draw a second picture, a much less fucked up version with the same pose, but you got hung up on the details. A small laugh escapes your throat, lighting up the cold warehouse for a brief moment. Why did he take notice of the wrong sketch? And why did he have to remind you of it's existence? The small pursed smile pushed at the corners of your lips as gave a shake of your head.

"Bad proportions."

"I'll fuckin' say,"

Mark's response suprised you slightly, the way his tone so easily shifted from a cold demanding one to an almost playful chuckle. He gave a slight nod as he re crumpled the distorted sketch, eyes casting over his shoulder to locate the trash can and - Oh. There she was. Amanda stood slightly obscured by a stacked frame of chains, the light of the warehouse casting long shadows across her face. She could feel the distinct searing hot shaking in her fingertips; She had never seen Mark laugh, let alone smile. It left a harshly bitter taste in her mouth, shifting her shoulder to shrug past the hanging chains. Her body moved slow, steps quiet as she approached you and Mark with the stealth of a snake in high grass. Her dark eyes were still locked on Mark's, the way his free hand hovered over your shoulder, how he shifted his body to face yours, the smell of his subtle cologne brushing over your senses. Jealousy surged through Amanda's veins in chilling waves, goosebumps pricking the back of her neck, fingers clenching into fists, knuckles a bright white. No one could have you besides her, this was true. But Hoffman surely had to know exactly what he was doing.

Mark's eyes narrowed when they met Amanda's. He knew that look - An animal primed to kill, a woman who would cage herself over you in a storm of shattered glass without a second thought. He swore a flashing glint of red soared over Amanda's gaze, her attention faltering as it caught the sight of Mark's hand. In one moment, his palm had laid for perhaps half a second on your shoulder, and the next, a shadow cast over your sketchbook, a figure standing directly behind you.

You had grown used to Amanda's silence when walking around the warehouse, yet your body jolted with a sudden twist of fear, moving to turn towards the figure just as Mark pulled his hand away. Your hitching breaths relaxed as you caught sight of Amanda, your expression easing into a small smile. But when she did not return it, it faded from your lips. You immediately recounted the past few minutes - Surely there had been no reason to be angry with you. You've been working, and Mark's been... Ah. The dots connected then as you peered over toward the man beside you, then Amanda once again. The woman wet her lips slowly, tongue rolling over her bottom lip before speaking in a terrifyingly calm voice.

"Having fun?"

Amanda's gaze locked with Mark's, her thoughts flashing with an ugly picture of him with you. Mark shifted slightly, a frown tugging at the edge of his lips. He knew that look in Amanda's eyes. That possessiveness that bordered on insanity. She couldn't place if Mark even knew about her history with you - The countless times she'd press kisses to your cheek in passing, the brush of your thighs when you passed each other, your quiet desperate whispers in her ear promising to keep quiet if it meant she'd touch you. You belonged to her entirely, she was assured of that every waking moment of the day. Every time your bodies tangled together in bed, swimming amongst the sheets to get comfortable, taking in eachothers warmth and staying close, whispering sweet nothings. You were Amanda's everything. She'd flay anyone, any man that tried to ruin that.

"Having a blast." Mark speaks sarcastically, leaning once again against the rusting table, palms splayed over it behind him. "Our friend here was showing me some of their latest work, which I have to say seems promising."

Mark continues, not even looking at Amanda, instead focusing on your drawings. Amanda, for her part, remained motionless for a moment, her expression nearly unreadable, her breathing sharp and steady. Your face flushed, cheeks warming at the sight. In another world, you'd be terrified of that look. Primed to kill, stalking prey with the intent to ravaging it. Her fists curled tight at her side, mouth parted ever so slightly.

"Latest work?"

Amanda echoed, not missing a beat. She still had her eyes locked on Mark. There were no words there anymore, just unspoken emotions that Mark caught wind of almost immediately. He rolled his shoulders, feeling them tense up slightly. He should have known better than to cross claimed territory. That became only more apparent as Amanda's slow pace began once again, coming closer to you both until her hands could rest on both of your shoulders. Her hands were just abit smaller than Mark's, fingers slim and familiar, silver banded rings wrapping over them. They were familiar, warm as her thumbs swept over the backs of your shoulders. It comforted her having you in arms reach, especially with Mark so close by. Her grasp was ever so slightly too tight, fingers flexing over your shoulders as her head cocked, eyes still on Mark. She lifted her eyesbrows expectantly, chin jutting forward slightly, motioning the man to speak with an impatient expression.

"Tch,"

Amanda's possessiveness was so intense, you started to question if that was really a good thing - But the way her hands were now holding you, stroking your shoulder in a comforting caress? That was definitely worth the way Mark began to shift away from you both. There was no helping the way you bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your pulse was picking up pace by the second under Amanda's cold grasp. Her large scarred hands made you feel safe. Each arching scratch or healing nick on her finger tips had a story, one she would tell you with a lopsided grin, nearly bragging. She liked impressing you. Though, she'd never admit it to you without a myriad of stutters and flushed cheeks. Her presence made you feel warm, a space of safe welcoming heat in the middle of this seemingly endless freezing warehouse. You were so comfortable with her hands on your shoulders that you stopped wondering what Mark was feeling. Your gaze cast toward the sketches splayed over your desk, mind dwindling off into all different directions, all leading back to her. Mark was always cold. You and Amanda had something different - The way her breath caught in her throat as she realized you were starting to relax again, the way the fingers on your shoulder gripped tighter just for a moment before she pulled back, as if to assure you she'd be back in no time - you didn't even glance away as Mark's footsteps echoed away down a dingey hallway, presumably to leave for the night.

The feeling of your back hitting the lush mattress of Amanda's bed took the breath away, but how her hands kept your wrists pinned to the sheets made you gasp sharply. The palms pressed softly against your wrists, sending shivers rocketing up your spine, setting your every nerve on edge. Her dark hair curtained over you as her nails gently raked over your body - She cherished every inch of skin, biting her lower lip as her eyes watched you wryly, pinned underneath her. You didnt dare push past this to see through the pulsing haze that danced across your vision from the unexpected rough touch of the other. You tried to swallow your panic down, but nothing could be done to keep the soft whimper from escaping your lips; It pulled a low purr from the woman, tutting quietly before bringing an index finger to her lips, a motion to stay quiet. Amanda leaned down then, her whispered words catching the shell of your ear as she leaned more of her weight into you.

"Shh... You know exactly what you were doing. Don't try to fight me now."

Your eyes darted back and forth, body shivering with equal parts need and fear as she chuckled darkly. The sound was pillowed with a dark intent, lips moving to trace over the warm skin of your neck, lightly glazed with sweat. There was a moment where it felt like you were going to pass out from the thrill of being Amanda's plaything, but then her lips pressed gently against your throat, tethering your mind to focus on her. The way her tongue slid over the sensitive space of skin, teeth gently sinking down, reeling a quiet squeal from your chest. It only made her bite harder, though perhaps you knew that; Perhaps she was right. You wanted to play cat and mouse? So be it.

You squirmed at the slowly building pinch on your throat, back arching as arms fighting ever so slightly against Amanda's weight. After a long moment, the pain subsided, her tongue sweeping over the harsh bite before sitting up slightly. Her eyes were locked on yours, though she was clearly looking through you, to some private joke you were not exactly privy to. Her eyes slid down your body slowly, her left hand releasing one of your wrists to dive underneath your shirt. It seemed a dangerous gamble, taking the chance that she'd see your skin bare, chest rising and falling with frantic gasps of desire, like this. But then, Amanda had been a risk taker - And in this moment, there was nothing more you wanted, those poisonous moments where every sensation she caused seemed to leave a permanent mark on your body and mind. She molded you, carved you like granite as she palmed your chest greedily, one of her legs shifting to spread your own. Her knee pressed lightly against your clothed heat, applying slight varying pressure with a watchful eye; She always loved to see exactly what made you tick. What made your back arch and breath hitch with a carnal spark. She craved to have that practiced to a muscle memory, to turn you mindless in the palm of her hand whenever she chose fit.

"God you're sick huh?

You tried to say something in defense, maybe even a witty quip to get her to smile again. You loved when she smiled in moments like this; Between the passion, the rough bites and harsh words - It was nothing less than love. She knew how much you adored her like this. Dominant, protective, trigger happy with anybody who dared get too close to you. But you were breathless, body shuddering with the pleasure her touch brought. You were at your most vulnerable underneath the woman; Even with no way out, you could think of nothing better than being right where you were. Not much else mattered except for the feeling of both her hands sweeping back down your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. It wasn't until her finger tips hooked around your belt loops that your dazed eyes focused. Her fingers were slim, scarred, veins lacing over the back of her large hand and muscular forearm. She pulled away your pants with a bite of her lip, kicking them away with distinct impatience; She wanted to taste you.

The cold air chilled your lower half as she worked at your jeans, a soft chuckle following as her finger tips glided over your hips, dipping into the waistband of your underwear. She took more deliberate care with these, her fingers finding the exact mark in the fabric to pull them down, leaving you fully exposed. She wasted no time in exploring the full breadth of your bare front, leaning slightly downward to press soft kisses along the hard pulse of your left thigh. It was maddening, feeling the woman in her element as she lavished attention on your vulnerable skin, biting like a starving animal; Arousal spun your mind, her hot breath and desperate tongue so close to your needy cunt.

You couldn't think through the fog in your mind - Only feel. Only see. Her fingers danced across your skin in search of its most sensitive areas, leaving strewns of light bruises on the soft of your thighs. Hands swept over your thighs with surprising gentleness, positioning your legs to rest on her wide shoulders. She didn't let them linger there, letting go to slip those same palms over your ass, pulling you closer to her with yet another dark snicker. The air in your chest seemed to catch fire when she spoke, her whispered breath causing your hips to sutter forward, whimpering needily.

"I haven't even touched you yet... You think Mark could make you this fucking pathetic?"

It was a sharp question, despite being spoken in one of the softest tones you've ever heard from the woman - She gave you no time to answer, let alone recover before letting her tongue dip firmly into the space she whispered into.

“You're mine,” She murmured, letting her senses all fall away from her head, her spiraling thoughts. She was quick to pull your legs apart from one another, letting his tongue ease over your cunt, starting down firmly at the base, one of her thumbs moving to spread you open gently, to let all her have complete access to you. You gasped sharply, instinctively trying to close your thighs at the sudden electric euphoria lashing at your senses. Yet when her teeth grazed over your clit, your breath hitched tightly in your chest, gazing down at her working at your cunt with the desperation of a starved animal. A groan vibrated into your heat, and you let your head fall back, propping yourself up with her elbows as beads of sweat rolled over your temples. Your eyebrows knitted together, one of your hands reaching to the back of Amandas head, hoping for everything that she wouldn’t stop no matter what you said.

“Fuck - 'Manda!”

You strained the words, your hips shaking slightly as Amanda pulled your clit firmly between her lips, the fingers once used to hold you down had been moved to ease into your cunt, her index and middle fingers sliding in with little resistance. You felt so full just from the pair of fingers, and when she curved them upwards, you could feel your thighs trembling, biting your bottom lip. The quickening tips of her fingers reached that perfect spot, the one that you could barely reach by yourself. You tossed your head over the sheets, your fits gripping the blankets beside you so tightly you could feel your fingernails digging into the palm of your hand. Amandas tongue worked wonders over the small area, her fingers keeping the repetitive motion inside of you; You felt a small fire start to rise in your lower stomach, spiking up into your veins, clouding your vision with stinging tears - Your body screamed for release, your moans aimless, begging Amanda not to stop.

          Your squeals always seemed to motivate her more than anything else. Amanda used her free hand to pull one of your legs up onto her strong shoulder, leaning herself deeper into you - So willing to make you come undone just from her fingers and tongue alone. A smile reached over her lips as she pulled her mouth from you, her fingers not wavering.

      “That's it...” She murmured, her dark eyes piercing deep into yours, expression contorting, able to see you finally cum around her thick fingers. Your eyes watered with the immeasurable amount of pleasure that reigned over your senses, head spinning, saliva falling from your bottom lip. Amanda shuddered out a sigh at the sight of your twitching heat, her thumb rubbing over your senstive clit harshly now, post orgasm. This caused you to try and pull away once more, head shaking instinctually. The sensitivity was too much for you, a strangled sounding out cry made Amanda chuckle casually, her teeth now nipping at the insides of your thighs as you rode out your forcefully coaxed orgasm.

When Amanda removed her fingers, she eased her tongue over them, humming with approval, eyes not leaving your dazed expression. She let your trembling leg slide off her shoulder as the air filled with your unsteady gasps, hardly able to put words together as the woman before you moved to sit on the bed beside you - You tried to move, lifting your shakey hand, finger tips numb from your shallow breaths, yet Amanda shook her head and returned your hand back in place. You needed rest, even as she pulled you into her arms and wrapped her thick quilt over your shoulders, keeping you in her lap while she gingerly offered you water and pecking your cheeks and head with kisses. Amanda would spoil you until the end, even if it meant reminding you exactly who you belonged to every once in a while.

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 4

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |-| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19

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Summary: Frankie and Rosie grow closer in the aftermath of another tough mission

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags: @mads-weasley @xxluckystrike @curaheehee @footprintsinthesxnd @dcyllom @storysimp @latibvles @love-studying58

Rosie sat in the cockpit waiting for the order to depart, practically twiddling his thumbs as every minute that passed spurred his anxiety for his team's first mission. He had never been a nervous flyer - quite the opposite, it was the reason he'd been given command in the first place - but the seemingly endless wait left him growing irritable, the headset that covered his ears reflecting the relentless thump of his heartbeat right back at him.

The smell inside the bombers was a constant, permeating combination of sweat and smoke, a smell he could never quite get used to, no matter how much time he spent sitting in it. Pappy was in the seat beside him, using the cuff of his sleeve to wipe a wark off of his goggles that Rosie was fairly certain was a scratch, and no amount of scrubbing would make it yield.

His attention was caught by the sound of yelling outside, the exact words muffled by the glass barrier that existed between the pilots and the outside world. Looking out, Rosie spied Frankie and Lemmons, calling to each other as they approached from either side of the runway. They were each holding empty fuel cans in both hands, and clinked them together like glasses in greeting as they met in the middle. Frankie passed her weight from foot to foot, swaying slightly on her hips as if to a song only she could hear - she must have been hours into her work, and it seemed that on mornings this hectic once she had begun moving she didn't stop.

A huff of laughter escaped him, which drew Pappy's gaze away from his goggles, leaning forward in his seat to peer at the scene outside. The pair of mechanics were in such a hurry that they didn't even bother stopping for the duration of their conversation, still calling to each other over their shoulders as they went their separate ways. As Frankie passed, she noticed Rosie up in the cockpit and offered a wave, her bright, energised grin a far cry from the tired smiles she had offered him the first time they'd met. Sweat beading on her brow in the morning sun, she was practically glowing.

Rosie raised his hand to reciprocate with a shy wave of his own, watching his co-pilot in his peripherals as Pappy craned further forward still to watch her disappear from view around the side of their plane.

"D'ya think her and Egan are a thing?" The man asked. Rosie turned pointedly to look at him, raised brow tilting the rim of his hat.

"A thing?"

"Yeah. Yunno. Together, n' all. Nash told me some of the fellas have been takin' bets, apparently they sang a duet at one of them shindigs a while back."

"You fellas talkin' about the mechanic and Major Egan?" Nash's voice piped up, his head suddenly appearing through the gap between their seats. "Oh yeah, that's definitely happenin'."

Rosie gave Nash a playful shove, forcing him back out of the cockpit. "That is not happening, I promise. Have you even met her?"

Pappy raised a brow. "Have you?"

He paused for a long moment. "... Once. But it was enough to know that is not what's going on there."

"If you say so," His co-pilot shrugged, far from wholly convinced, returning to attempting to clean the mark from his goggles.

"It's a scratch, Pappy, you can't wipe it off."

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Frankie had been running inventory when the planes began to roll back in, tallying up what they had and in what quantities, writing up a list of things they needed to pass on to the higher ups. She stuck her head out of the hut, clinging to the doorframe as she counted the forts passing overhead, the list of supplies becoming crumpled as she shoved it into her pocket, rushing for the hardstand.

"Thirteen," She muttered, calling the number again as she spotted Lemmons. "Thirteen?"

"I counted the same," He confirmed, the colour drained from his face as they tossed their tools into the back of one of the jeeps. Climbing into the passenger seat, Frankie reached over and pressed the back of her palm against Ken's forehead, the younger mechanic batting her away as he tugged on the handbrake.

"No Cleven?" It didn't take a fool to figure out what had shaken Lemmons so fiercely. She had been in full support of his last-ditch effort to repair Cleven's engine, but it had been a makeshift move at best. If his plane had gone down, mechanical failure was far from out of the question.

"No," Ken shook his head, a slight tremor in his voice. "No Cleven."

How the hell were they going to break it to Bucky?

They'd certainly seen forts return in worse shape than this, although Frankie scarcely dared to imagine what state those that hadn't returned had ended up in. The mental image she had created of Curtis Biddick's final moments replayed in her mind, and it was near impossible to fathom the weight of that fear multiplied by the number of men they had lost. Frankie and Lemmons had split up near the interrogation huts, the creased list of supplies clutched in her grip as she slid out of her seat, promising to catch him up once her business was done.

Crowds of disoriented-looking soldiers made their way towards the Red Cross' hut, hopeful hands open and waiting to receive a cup of coffee or a bite to eat as a meagre reward for their feats. As much as she longed to search for familiar faces in the crowd, Frankie found she had more pressing issues at hand - she didn't quite know who to pass on her list to, let alone where to find them, but the longer the mechanics went without adequate supplies, the more forts would be out of commission when it really counted.

Entering through the side door, her gaze scanned the room, landing on the first man she saw with a high-ranking insignia. Squeezing her way through the exhausted men who filled the place like bewildered sardines, she emerged beside the man, pressing the paper into his hand before he even had a chance to register her arrival. Turning his head to her, he looked almost offended by Frankie's presence.

"Supply orders for the mechanics, pass it up to whoever's in charge," She nodded firmly.

The officer shook his head, spluttering slightly. "I don't have time to deal with your shopping list, we've got-"

"No one ever has time for it, but suddenly it's my bloody fault when half of your planes don't fly because we don't have the fucking rivets - take it."

His mouth hung open, but she didn't bother waiting for him to formulate a response, vanishing as soon as she had appeared. Just as Frankie was about to leave again, she caught sight of Rosie among the returning pilots, a weight suddenly lifted from her shoulders. A smile spreading across her expression, she was about to call out to him, when Helen - one of the Red Cross volunteers she had grown somewhat acquainted with - crossed the room between them, the Captain's gaze following her without ever noticing Frankie, moving to follow out through the side door.

Frankie's jaw snapped shut, and she nodded to herself, continuing to make her way outside. It made sense when she thought about it. Helen was a nice girl - pretty - she was sure she'd seen almost half of the 100th ogling her at some point by now. Everyone needed someone to come back for.

They were talking on the edge of the grass as she left, and Frankie kept her gaze purposely averted, glancing down at her hands, which were already dirty. Helen probably never had filthy hands. She kept walking.

"Frankie!" A familiar voice called with its American lilt, and she turned, brow raised. Rosie was jogging up behind her, exhaustion tugging at his features, sweat-soaked curls sticking up at various angles like a startled bird.

"Hi."

He let out a huff as he caught his breath, mouth open to speak for a few seconds before he was actually able to find the words. "H-... Hi."

"You alright?" She asked slowly, gesturing to Helen, oblivious to the way he was smiling at her, the tiredness in his eyes washed out by pure relief.

Rosie followed her gaze, brow furrowing as he nodded. "Nash didn't make it. Him and Helen they were... they were close."

Suddenly Frankie felt so deeply, horrendously stupid that she was almost nauseous. "Jesus. Oh, I'm sorry, I just- I'm really sorry, Rosie."

He shook his head slightly, and she could almost hear his voice telling her not to apologise again. "He was a good kid. Are you ok?"

"Me? Yeah, yeah, I'm ok - shit, all I do is sit around and wait for the action to be over." As she spoke, Rosie's expression grew more and more concerned, and she could tell exactly what he was thinking.

"... Have they told you about-?"

"Cleven? ...Yeah. Ken's really beating himself up about it, I just don't know how they're gonna tell Bucky."

He frowned, and neither of them spoke for a long moment. Sucking in a deep breath, Rosie reached into his pocket, retrieving a slightly squished Red Cross doughnut that he'd wrapped in a napkin. He held it out to her.

Frankie's eyes widened slightly at the offering. "Oh! Oh, no, it's yours, I couldn't. My hands are dirty anyway."

"Who cares? I smell like I just crawled out of a donkey's ass," Rosie joked, and she let out a chuckle as he tore the doughnut in two, holding out the bigger half to her. She felt her cheeks warming up, and prayed the flush wasn't noticeable as she accepted his offering.

It was.

Rosie hid his smile behind the hand he raised to his mouth as he chewed, savouring the taste of sugar on his tongue as it soothed the hoarseness in his throat. "Hope we haven't left you with too big a mess to clean up," He said, brushing the powdered sugar from his fingertips.

Frankie screwed up her face, shaking her head as she finished chewing. "Nah, I've seen much worse. Glad you're back, s'all. Might actually get to bed at a sane time tonight, wouldn't that be something?" She grinned, and he found himself momentarily sidetracked by the smear of sugar that streaked her lip until she wiped it away, his thoughts once again coherent.

"It sure would be."

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Rosie couldn't sleep. It was almost ten o'clock - barely late enough to class his sudden insomnia as problematic - but he found he simply had nothing else to do. As long as he was awake, the guilt of what happened to Nash, the guilt of simply making it back alive, tugged at him like a deadweight, and he was yet to find a pastime that worked as a sufficient distraction. His hope had been that an early night and a deep sleep would wipe his mind clear, or at least give him a few hours of peace.

But alas, it was not to be. Sitting up on the edge of his mattress, feet pressed against the cool floor, the idea of simply waiting for sleep to come, of drowning in his own thoughts until it did, seemed less and less appealing by the second. He got up, tugging on a jacket and some more socially acceptable trousers, and ducking out into the night air, the cool breeze hitting him as his curls blew back and forth.

It was quiet outside. Usually, on nights like this, you could barely walk ten feet without encountering a drunken airman staggering back from the pub, but it seemed the day's mission had soured everyone's spirits. With his hands in his pockets, Rosie strolled down the middle of the road, glancing at each Nissen hut as he passed, silently taking in his surroundings as a welcome distraction.

As he neared the women's huts, he spied another figure coming the other way, her blue uniform skirt swaying with each step, glowing embers dropping off the end of her cigarette as she tapped the ashes away. He was about to ignore her, when she called out. "Oi!" Brow raised, Rosie met the woman's gaze as she strode towards him, taking a final drag of her cigarette before tossing it into a nearby puddle. "You're Captain Rosenthal, right?"

He spluttered for a moment, taken aback. "Uh, yes ma'am."

The woman held out her hand, a smile parting her lipstick-red lips. "George Aarons. I'm Frankie's best friend, she's told me about you."

Suddenly it made sense. But wait - 'she's told me about you'? "Oh. Yes, hello," Rosie nodded, shaking her hand. "I think she has mentioned you."

George's brow furrowed, smirking. "She'd better have. If you're looking for her, she's still working on the hardstand," She added, beginning to continue her walk back to her hut.

He almost rolled his eyes. Of course she was. "Thank you, goodnight."

They had both begun to go their separate ways when her voice rang out in the darkness again. "Poppies."

Rosie turned, expression contorted in confusion. "Pardon?"

"Poppies," George repeated. "They're her favourite."

The corner of his mouth raised in a smile as he shoved his cold hands back into his pockets, beginning to stray towards the airstrip without even noticing.

He had only just made it to the runway, gaze scanning the dark horizon for any signs of life, when the road up ahead seemed to burst into flames, a roaring wall of red rising from nowhere. Rosie frowned, dashing forward, almost out of breath by the time he arrived, slowing gradually to a halt as he took in the scene before him.

The tarmac was indeed alight, the fire burning bright and high, but there was Frankie, sitting about fifteen metres away from the blaze in one of the rickety chairs from the mechanics' hut, a tartan blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

Rosie paused for a moment, taking several breaths to calm his panicked heart before he spoke. "So much for an early night."

She looked up at him, face bathed in the orange glow. She had barely reacted to his arrival, almost as if she'd been expecting him. "This is my last job for the night."

"What, arson?"

Frankie snorted. "No. I'm burning the oil off the runway - it's the best way to get rid of it all, you don't want it all over the place when the planes come in next time, otherwise-" She made a booming sound, imitating an explosion with her hands.

Rosie nodded, gaze cutting sharply between her and the inferno still burning away, the smell of fuel thick in the air. "So this is... this is all good?"

"I'm definitely not about to burn to death, if that's what you're asking."

He realised it was, and it made him feel a little stupid.

"There's more chairs inside," She added, gesturing to the nearby hut. "You can stay if you want."

Rosie's lack of sleep seemed a foregone conclusion by now, so he obliged, heading inside and collecting the chair with the least amount of wobbly legs and bringing it back to where she sat, maintaining a polite gap between them as he sat down.

The burning oil truly did stink, but the longer he sat there, the fire became quite beautiful, really. It was silent for a long time, nothing but the sound of the wind filling the air. Sometimes when it dropped, he could hear her breathing over the whoosh of the flames, but the sudden scraping of chair legs against tarmac tore through the quiet altogether.

"Can see you shivering from over there," She muttered, dragging her chair to close the gap between them, and Rosie realised he was still cold. He had managed to trick himself, to accept the fire's illusion of warmth, but in reality, his jaw had begun to chatter.

Frankie's blanket was huge - folded twice over just so that it wouldn't drag against the ground - and as she stood up he watched her unfurl it, the outline of her body silhouetted by the flames' light. She held out one corner to him, the opposite end firmly in her grip, and as she sat back down the fabric encircled them both, bracketing them together as he was warmed by both the blanket and her shoulder pressed against his.

Her hands remained firmly in her lap, clasped together as she fiddled with the blanket's fraying hem, gaze unmoving as it remained firmly planted on the blaze in front of them. Rosie stared at her face in profile for a moment, unable to suppress his smirk as he leaned back against his seat, just letting the moment be.

"I met George on the way over," He said quietly. Frankie seemed to light up at this, suddenly grinning as she looked up at him.

"You did?!" She beamed, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, yeah - she's nice."

"She is the best person in the entire world," Frankie asserted, nodding as if it were a universally acknowledged fact.

Rosie smiled back at her, letting himself lean back against her as she put her weight on his shoulder. "Y'know, I didn't know you could sing."

She scoffed loudly, throwing her head back in a laugh. "Now who the hell told you that?"

"Pappy said you sang with Egan at one of those parties."

Frankie wagged her finger as she spoke, so close to his face that he almost went cross-eyed from watching it. "Just because I did it, doesn't mean it was good."

He chuckled, their foreheads almost touching when he momentarily leant forward. "Alright, point taken."

"If there is one thing I do not have, it's musicality," She grinned. "I just make up for it with my myriad of other talents."

"And I would love to see those someday," Rosie teased, gasping mockingly as she thumped him in the shoulder. Without realising, they had both almost doubled over in their seats, practically cheek-to-cheek as their laughs echoed into the night air. He felt like he was drunk, although it had been days since he'd taken even a sip of alcohol. The stench of oil in the air had begun to subside, and looking up, they both realised the fire had almost wholly burnt itself out.

"Well, shit," Frankie murmured, her breath forming a cloud in front of her face as the temperature seemed to drop instantly, the air turning freezing as the last flame died. She shrugged her corner of the blanket away, rising to her feet, and for a second Rosie felt the urge to reach out and grab her wrist, tug her back down beside him. "Come on," She sighed. "You might have to fly tomorrow, I don't want you exhausted on my account."

He smiled gently at this, letting the blanket drape across his shoulders as he stood, picking up both chairs before she got the chance to take her own. Rolling her eyes, Frankie followed him to the mechanics' hut, keys jangling as she locked the door once everything had been stowed safely inside.

They walked side by side in the dark for a long while, nothing but the occasional barn owl overhead piercing the quiet. A new thought had begun to plague Rosie's mind, and he rolled it around in his head like a marble until he knew it needed to be released.

"Why do you do it?" He asked. She looked at him questioningly. "I mean, all the rest of the ground crew left hours ago, they always do, but you're always here. You must barely sleep, I don't get it."

Frankie frowned for a moment, and then shrugged. "The rest of the ground crew are Americans. It's different for us. Of course, everyone’s got skin in the game these days, but it is different. I mean, before the war I’d never even left Warwickshire, but they destroyed half of Coventry in one night - people walked with their kids and their bags to the closest town ‘cause their homes were just gone. Half the boys I grew up working the garage with are dead now. They joined up and now they’re never coming back... And almost anyone you ask around here has some link to someone who lost a home or died in the bombing raids. That’s why we’ll get up at the crack of dawn and work into the night, ‘cause we’re fighting for our homes.”

Rosie considered this for a while. There was nothing he could say to that. In fact, he felt rather silly for asking in the first place now. He'd joined up because he hated the Nazis - he hated what they stood for and what they believed in, and he wanted them gone. But they couldn't get him, not in his home. They couldn't touch his family. But the same just couldn't be said for people like Frankie. Every job they did, every hour they put in, it was all to maintain that desperate last line of defence, to protect the people they loved.

War was hell. War was fear. But it wasn't that kind of fear, not for Rosie.

He had been so deep in thought that he scarcely noticed when they arrived at the end of Frankie's row of Nissen huts, his footsteps following alongside hers without even thinking about it. Looking up from the ground, his eyes widened as he took in his surroundings for a second, barely a light left on as everyone else tried to sleep off the trying day.

"If I keep walking you to your door like this people are gonna start to talk," Rosie pointed out before he could stop himself.

Frankie shrugged, turning to face him as she began to walk backwards towards her hut, her hand skimming against his arm one last time. "I'd much rather they talk about you than Bucky," She grinned.

The place where her fingers had touched his arm seemed to tingle, and even through his jacket it was as if he could still feel her there, stuck frozen for a moment, mouth hanging open as his mind flailed to come up with anything to say to that. Nothing came to him. As she returned to her hut, he found he could offer nothing but an awkward wave, her giggle echoing in the night air as she waved back, disappearing through the opening in the door.

Rosie just stood there for a moment, passing his weight from foot to foot as he waited for his thoughts to slow down to an intelligible speed. He took a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks as he ran a hand through his hair. He was a pilot, a damn good one - he faced death every day and it never rattled him, not once.

So what the fuck was this.

[fan-goddess]

May I request Tom Bennett + face sitting and/or mutual masturbation, please? ♥️♥️

Authors Note: Here you go darling! To be honest I played with this a bit still i hope you enjoy it! 😊

Am I entirely satisfied though? No, no I am not. I wish it were longer and do dislike starting immediately with porn then some sorted plot, but it’s how I started it so I hope people like it more than I do

Warnings: F oral, dirty talk, fingering, teasing, m oral, use of she pronouns, (if I miss any which I know I will let me know!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat

Toms eyes were practically black with lust as they stared intensely into your own, which looked back at him with hesitance and nervousness.

Your naked body all on display for him to ogle at and admire. It’s thrilling yes, but your nerves out way it by so much you can’t help but cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself and preserve some dignity.

Ever though Tom has done so much worse to you than stare at your tits…

“Tom, I-I’m not sure about this…” You murmur, hands fiddling together as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“It’ll be fine love! You couldn’t hurt me even if you tried too. Now, come sit on your throne like your the queen of England!” Toms charm as ever, is turned to a hundred per cent. His smile alone leaves thoughts that turn the tips of your ears a deep maroon-ish red.

“Fine!” You huff, uncrossing your arms so your Tom can freely ogle at your perky tits with wide eyes.

Toms rough hands grab your thighs eagerly as he shuffles himself to lay on his back, his head resting on a pillow as you slowly move to hover yourself over Toms face. His warm breath already sending shivers down your body as his hands lock on your naked thighs eagerly pulling you to sit on his face.

“Oh god…” You whine, grabbing the headboard for stability as Toms warm wet tongue already begins to dive into your warmth and caress your special places.

“No god here missus, only me…” Tom murmurs with a grin, nuzzling his shape nose into your clit to give that extra bit of stimulation that already makes your knees want to buckle.

The nickname makes your heart flutter in fondness, but the sweetness of the moment is smothered by filthy words as one of Toms hands teases your entrance, whilst his lips suddenly sucks harshly on your throbbing clit.

You have no idea what words you manage to get out, as they’re all just heavy slurs on the tongue that slip out quickly and wantonly.

You’re hands clench so tightly on the headboard you can hear the wooden surface begin to creak from the pressure, your knuckles practically white with the amount of force your using to keep yourself from falling and dropping all your weight down.

Toms own pressure on your body though is near excruciating to feel. His tongue teeth and lips making your lower half feel like it’s on fire, and that’s not including his hands. One of which’s fingers are hitting that tough patch inside you that makes you see stars, and the others holds your upper thigh firmly to keep you steady and still as your own body tries to escape his tight punishing gasp.

The coil that seems to constantly grow and grow only gets tighter and tighter the rougher Toms use of your body is. Which is why your reaction is so wanton and loud when you feel that coil snap.

“OH SHIT TOM!” You yell, the grip on the headboard quickly moving to grip on Toms hair whilst you cum, his deep groan of pleasure causing a low sigh to sneak from your chest.

As you feel yourself practically collapse to Toms side when he releases you from his hold.

“So… did my missus enjoy her thrown?” If you didn’t love him, you would’ve backhanded him for his cocky attitude.

“Yeah love. I adored it!” You laughed, your face blushing slightly when you see his drenched chin. Your eyes widening though when they veer down and see Toms hard bulge straining in his trousers.

“Let me help with that Tommy…” You smile, shifting yourself so your sitting between toms thighs before moving to undo his belt.

“You know you don’t need to do that missus…” Tom begins to speak but his voice fails him when you pull down his trousers and begin to mouth at his covered cock.

“Fuuuuck missus…” He groans, placing a hand on the top of your head to stroke at it in praise. “Doing so fucking good for me…”

You stop for a minute to strip Tom so he’s now fully nude, and you can practically already feel your mouth already beginning to water slightly at the sight of Toms nude form. Now free for your to ogle and stare at to your hearts content.

Your hands by pure muscle memory begin to stroke and caress the various scars that litter Toms body, and your lips making sure to kiss each one tenderly and firmly.

Though when you move to kiss Toms tip and begin to slide his cock slowly into your mouth, Toms hand leaves a delicious throbbing pain behind as it tightens in your hair, and you can’t help but groan around his cock at the feeling.

His cock is too big for you to fully fit, a fact Tom can’t usually help but comment on, so your hand has to make use of what you can’t swallow. Still, by the way Toms moans and groans fill your ears, you don’t think he really minds that much…

You grin smugly around him as you already begin to taste Toms precum that starts to coat your tongue, and yet you can’t help but find yourself groaning at the taste.

“Fuckin hell missus…. Gonna make me cum in your pretty little mouth… is that what you want me to do huh? Cum down your pretty little throat and make you swallow all of me, huh?” His dirty words make you clench around nothing, and your movements quicken slightly as in your own way agree to his dirty statement.

Your head does try to nod the best it can, and when you feel Toms hand that had previously been gripping the sheets for dear life help take ahold of your head with a firm grip, you knew Tom realised your answer, and wouldn’t be playing nice from here on out.

One hand grabs at your hair in a make shift ponytail and pulls you of his cock to give you some air, whilst the other moves to wipe the drool that had spilled from you mouth with his thumb.

“What a dirty girl I have… bet she’d even let me fuck her pretty little throat till she’s crying… the wanton whorish little thing…” The dirty words mixed with Toms dark menacing glare, makes the ache between your legs all that more prominent. And it’s like some sort of daze when your head nods agreeing to Toms sinful suggestion.

“Fucking knew it…” He grins, moving your head over his cock while you allow it all to happen. Eagerly allowing your body to be limp whilst you allow Tom to control you to his wishes.

Your throat and jaw aches by the intensity of it all, and yet you power through it by breathing heavily through your nose and your mouth when you can.

You can feel Toms cock begin to throb in your mouth, and your tongue moves to trace across the vein down the side of his cock as you try to get him to cum on your mouth.

It doesn’t take long for him to do it though. The familiarly bitter yet almost strangely sweet taste bursts on your tongue, and you swallow it down dutifully and eagerly. Even smiling slightly when Tom taps on your chin and you open your lips immediately to show him your empty mouth cum stained mouth.

“Good girl…” Tom grins, holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger to drag and pull you into a deep and passionate kiss.

“Only for you love…” You grin, nipping his bottom lip slightly with your teeth as you lean back giggling slightly.

“Cheeky minx…” Tom laughs, running a hand down his shaking face pretending to be annoyed by your actions.

Your eyes run down his still heavy breathing chest, and they widen slightly in amusement and disbelief when you see his cock is still half hard against his stomach.

Toms own eyes following yours with a cheeky grin, his voice as mischievous as ever. “You wanna go again love?”

[skzpixie]

Pixie and her relationships with the guys

I.E, what makes her relationships with the men memorable

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

Chanxie (Chan x Kai) - Mother and Father duo 

Popularity: 9/10 

Labeled as the mother and father of the group, the two are extremely close. When the two of them are paired up together, they take on caretaking roles. She makes sure Chan is eating and drinking properly, going as far as to hiding his laptop when he gets too workaholic. This led to many fights in their early years, but now when he starts overworking himself, all she needs to do is give him a look and he then takes a break. 

He introduced her to production pre-debut days. She is the only one in the group to be one of the producers that is not a part of 3racha 

He helped her discover her love of cooking, particularly Australian foods. 

When he starts getting homesick, she overnight ships ingredients to make homemade pizza or sashimi 

He makes sure she’s in bed at a reasonable time 

She is a shoulder to cry on for him and vice versa 

Minai (Minho x Kai) - Mother and daughter 

Popularity: 8/10 

When Chan is the father, kind to Kai, Minho is the tough love. Sure, he makes sure she’s okay first if she gets hurt, but when he knows she’s okay, he roasts the hell out of her. The two have an... interesting relationship. The two could be having skin ship one second, and then wrestling the next.  

Ex. “Have you eaten yet? Did you get hurt?” “Yes, Min. No, Min.” “You’re going to be” proceeds to chase her around the kitchen, going for her sides to tickle her. 

Teases her about her height (How’s the breeze down there?) 

She was the first one to eat lunch with him at the company 

She comforted him when he got eliminated. (“So what if you got eliminated? You have a friend in me now. I refuse to leave you behind; you are my family now”) 

Gets genuinely upset when he self-deprecates. He had to stop in front of her when she started crying 

Cooking duo 

Binxie (Changbin x Kai) - The lovebirds 

Popularity: 9.5/10 

The loudest two in the group become the quietest when the two are paired together. I mean it. Changbin can go from yelling in one second but when Kai is touching him? Sedated. They are each other's rocks, and they are never not touching each other when together. And they are always together. 

Started calling her princess during the survival show 

Always gropes his ass or tits (It's not in a sexual way, it genuinely gives her comfort) 

Each other’s biggest cheerleaders 

They always give each other praise and compliments 

Whenever she starts crying on camera (Because let's face it, she’s very emotional), he cups her face and wipes the tears away himself. There is a five-minute compilation of him doing this on YouTube of just 2023 alone 

Gym duo (They always go together. It's scary to see how much she gained muscle when she went with him) 

Jinx (Hyunjin x Kai) - Sibling duo 

Popularity: 6/10 

The two are extremely close due to their dramatic flair. It seems like she is more dramatic than Hyunjin in some instances. She is like his big sister even though he’s older. They physically fight (Playfully, it’s all-in good fun), and she says he in her sleep paralysis demon at times. 

Was the first person she came out to 

She is helping him learn Mandarin 

Gave each other black eyes once. The makeup artists had a field day with that one 

Once, she hurt her ankle on stage by twisting it early in the performance. Hyunjin put her on his back and proceeded to finish the concert with her on his back. 

Hanai (Jisung x Kai) - The loud introverts 

Popularity: 6/10 

What happens when you put Kai and Han in the same room? Opposite to Changbin and Kai. Loudest mfs EVER. They were forced to sit in different cars because they would scream like mfing seagulls. I mean it. 

Helps Han with his anxiety 

He helps her practice her rap 

She fuels his americano addiction 

Yonxie (Felix x Kai) - Baking duo 

Popularity: 4/10 

Kai and Felix together can only bring chaos. The two have been in a prank war for roughly five years. She always compliments him, to follow up with a slew of dance battles. She and him do so many tik tok challenges together, that her public tik tok is filled with dances from the two. 

Tease each other on each other's accents 

Cuddles everywhere 

He is teaching her self-defense 

She helped him come up with his brownie recipe 

He is the testing dummy for all new baking creations. 

Seungmai (Seungmin x Kai) - Puppy duo 

Popularity: 7/10 

Savages. They roast the hell out of each other. She tries to compliment him, and you know what he does? Call her a pervert. She proceeds to manhandle him, due to her being very strong, despite her small stature.  

Laughs at him at every chance she gets 

While Seungmin is the more hyperactive puppy, she is the sleepy kind 

Has a collection of images on his phone of her asleep in places she isn’t supposed to be in 

Jeongai (Jeongin x Kai) - Platonic soulmates 

Popularity: 8/10 

Since the two are the Maknaes of the group, they are extremely close. They are attached to the hip. If Kai isn’t with Changbin, she’s with I.N. He is the person to realize her love for singing more than dance.  

The two always are seen asleep together. Where I.N goes, she goes 

Was the first person to know of her mental problems 

Extremely protective over her, more so than the other members 

The only person he allows excessive amounts of skin ship from 

They both go drinking together