#the way the corners of his mouth just go down

[missdynamighttt]

i hereby present: porn with very little plot...

"Frustrated Husband! Katsuki Bakugo Takes It All Out on His Eager Wife (Slippery Tit Job, Intense Blowjob, and a Deep, Messy Creampie!)"

the door slammed behind him, shaking the bedroom walls. you barely had time to turn before katsuki was on you—grabbing your waist, pushing you back at the edge of the bed. his red eyes were dark, burning with frustration and something far more dangerous.

"fucking day from hell," he muttered. his breath was shaky, his grip still firm but hesitant.

his forehead pressed against yours, his whole body tense like he was holding himself back, waiting for you to push him away or pull him in.

“please,” he rasped, voice hoarse, thick with need. “please, pretty. need you, fuck—please. need you to want me too.”

his fingers dug into your skin like he was holding on for dear life. his lips ghosted over yours, but he wouldn’t take—couldn’t—until you said the words.

your heart clenched at how wrecked he sounded, how much restraint it took for him to stop when all he wanted was you.

"katsuki," you murmured, lifting a hand to cup his jaw. his skin was hot under your touch, his pulse hammering beneath it. "i want this. i want you."

his eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a sharp breath, like he was barely holding himself together. "you sure, sweets? i don’t ever wanna make you feel like i'm using you. don’t wanna—"

"you’re not," you interrupted softly, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. "you could never."

his hands tightened at your waist, like he was still afraid you’d slip away, still not fully convinced.

"you had a rough day," you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch lightly against his scalp the way you knew he liked. "let me take care of you. use me. be as rough with me as you want."

that was all it took. you gasped as he yanked your top down, his palms finding your tits like he was starved for it.

his touch was rough, desperate, his mouth following close behind as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

"be good for me, yeah?" he murmured, dragging his lips over your pulse. his hands already working at his belt, the thick heat of his aching cock pressing through his pants. "need to feel you. need to fucking ruin you."

his hands were everywhere—groping, squeezing, spreading you open like he owned you.

"fuckin’ perfect," he groaned, watching the way your soft flesh spilled through his fingers. his thumbs rubbed slow, teasing circles over your sensitive nipples, making you whimper.

your back arched, pushing yourself further into his touch, and katsuki growled in approval.

"yeah? you like that?" he murmured, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

“y-yeah,” you gasped, pressing yourself closer to him. your hands fly to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple while grinding his hard cock against your dripping cunny. “feels so good.”

"shit," he muttered, groping your tits like he was trying to memorize the way they felt in his hands. "could fuckin’ live between these."

you whined as he switched to the other breast, lapping at your nipple before biting down again, making your body tremble beneath him. "k-katsuki—"

he pulled back just enough to meet your glazed, needy gaze, his lips wet with spit as he reached down, quickly taking off his belt.

his cock was already straining against the fabric, thick and heavy, the outline making your mouth go dry. and when he finally pushed his pants down, your breath caught as his cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip already glistening with so much of him.

and then, without warning, he grabbed both of your tits, pressing them together, and slid his cock between them.

you gasped, your cheeks flushing hot as you felt his thick length grinding between the soft flesh, the tip leaking against your lips, your tongue immediately darting out to lick at it.

katsuki groaned, his head tipping back. his grip tightens around your tits as he thrust between them, the slick heat of your skin making his cock throb. his gaze was heavy, filled with hunger, but when he looked up at your face—

fuck.

your tongue was gingerly licking his cock, your lashes fluttering, your cheeks burning as you tried to hold eye contact. but you couldn't. it was too much—the way he was using you, the way he talked to you.

"shit—yeah, just like that," he growled, his pace growing rougher, needier, his cock throbbing as he fucked the tight space you made.

"gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over you. gonna cover these perfect tits with my cum—fuck, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?"

you nodded desperately, licking your lips and his cock as you gazed up at him with big, needy eyes.

his lips curled into a smirk, dragging his cock slowly between your breasts. you whimpered, your walls painfully clenching down on nothing as you broke eye contact.

"aw, pretty," he cooed. "y'shy now?"

"i—it's just…" you trailed off, squeezing your legs together, desperate for relief. "so lewd..."

his hands slid up, thumbs brushing over your burning cheeks before pressing his fingers against your lips, smearing his slick precum across them. "c'mon, pretty girl. ain't gotta be shy. bet you love this, huh?"

your heart pounded as you nodded, barely able to meet his gaze.

"shit," he panted, his thumbs brushed over your nipples, teasing, making your body tremble. "you gettin’ wet just from this?"

you turned your face, your voice barely above a whisper. "…m-maybe."

"aw, baby," he groaned, thrusting harder, faster. "that’s the cutest shit i’ve ever heard."

he groaned, wrecked, before leaning down to kiss you—deep, filthy, his tongue sliding against yours as he ground his cock harder between your tits. your whimper was soft, your thighs pressing even tighter together, dizzy from the lust.

"gonna make a mess all over you, fuck—" his pace stuttered, then he came hard, hot white streaks painting your chest, your collarbone, even your lips as you squeezed your eyes, taking it all.

his hot and heavy cum is across your chest, painting your skin in thick, white streaks. his breath was ragged, his body still trembling as he took in the sight of you—flushed, messy, covered in him.

he was already half-hard again, his cock twitching as he watched you lick his release off your lips, your tongue swirling around his fingers like you were made for it.

"shit," he growled, grabbing your chin, tilting your head back so he could see the mess he made of you. his cum glistened on your tits, smeared across your cheeks— you looked so pretty like this, ruined just for him.

he dragged his fingers through the mess on your tits before pressing them against your lips. you parted them without hesitation, your tongue swirling around his fingers as you sucked them clean, moaning softly.

he groaned, his other hand wrapping around his cock, stroking himself back to full hardness as he watched you obediently wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking it clean.

"fuckin’ hell. get on your knees, sweet girl," he rasped, cupping your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. "wanna see that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick."

your breath hitched, but you didn’t hesitate. you slid off the bed, sinking to your knees between his spread thighs. his cock stood thick and heavy in front of you, flushed at the tip, still glistening from your last round.

you whimpered softly, licking your lips as you gazed up at him, your big, needy eyes making him groan.

"shit," he muttered, stroking himself slowly, his gaze locked onto your face. "c’mere, baby—open up."

you obeyed instantly, parting your lips, your tongue flicking out to tease the head. he let out a sharp hiss, his hand flying to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

"fuck—yeah, just like that," he gritted out, watching as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking softly.

you took him deeper, your hot tongue dragging along the underside of his cock as you tried to take more.

"fuck—" he thrust his hips up slightly, making you gag around him, your throat squeezing just right. his free hand cupped your jaw, his thumb rubbing over your cheek, feeling the way you took him.

"goddamn, takin’ me so fuckin’ good—shit, could watch you do this all fuckin' day."

you moaned softly around him, your eyes fluttering up to meet his. the sight alone nearly pushed him over the edge.

"fuck," he snarled, his abs tensing, his thighs flexing. "gonna cum, sweets—gonna fuckin’—"

you didn’t stop. didn’t pull away. when his hips jerked and his release spilled down your throat, you swallowed every last drop, moaning around him like you loved the taste.

he exhaled deep in his chest, his head tipping back as his body shuddered. and when he finally looked back down at you, panting, sweaty, fucked-out—

his cock twitched again.

your cheeks burned as his heated gaze dragged over your messy, cum-covered body. his cock was still pressed against your swollen lips, and when you shyly flicked your tongue over it again, he let out a wrecked groan.

"fuck," he muttered, his voice gravelly. "you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?"

you swallowed hard, your body still trembling, your skin sticky with him. you tried to look away, but his fingers caught your chin, forcing your gaze back to his.

"don’t get all shy on me now," he smirked, sliding his hand down, his fingers tracing the slickness between your thighs. "shit—look at you. all embarrassed, but still fuckin’ squirming. so fuckin’ wet for me, huh?"

you whimpered, turning your face away, but he clicked his tongue, dragging his fingers up to stroke lazy circles over your clit.

"say it," he murmured, slipping a finger inside you with ease, groaning at how you clenched around him. "say you like it when i fuck your pretty tits. say you like it when i cum all over you."

a soft whine slipped from your lips, and he added another finger, curling them just right.

"say it," he ordered, his other hand sliding up to palm your breast, teasing your sensitive nipple.

you trembled beneath his touch, lips parted, trying to fight the heat creeping up your cheeks. but the pleasure was too much—the way he touched you, the way he looked at you, like he was ready to devour you whole.

"i… i like it. when you fuck my tits," you finally admitted, barely above a whisper. "when you cum on me."

he groaned, his fingers pumping faster. "yeah? like bein’ my filthy little thing?"

you nodded desperately, biting your lip, clinging onto him as he fucked his fingers into you. "yes, yes, yeah-"

"oh, fuck," he growled, dragging you into a deep, messy kiss, his tongue claiming yours as his fingers fucked you open. "you ain't done yet, sweet girl. gotta make sure you really fuckin’ feel it this time."

his fingers left you suddenly, making you whine at the loss, but he was already grabbing your waist, flipping you onto your back before spreading your legs wide.

“fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, running his hands over your thighs before gripping them tight, pulling you closer until the heat of his cock pressed against your slick folds, heavy, throbbing, teasing—but he didn’t push in just yet. he was savoring it. watching you.

your breath hitched, body tensing in anticipation. one hand slid up your body, fingers trailing over your ribs before cupping your jaw. his thumb brushed over your swollen lips.

“you okay, pretty?” he murmured, his voice lower, rougher.

you nodded, but your face was hot, your heart racing as you looked up at him.

“use your words,” he pressed, his thumb tracing slow circles over your cheek.

“i… i want you,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "just fuck me, please katsu. please?"

he groaned, his fingers flexing against your jaw. his other hand gripped your hip, and then—slowly, teasingly—he pressed inside.

a sharp gasp left your lips, your fingers flying to clutch at his shoulders as he stretched you open. he groaned, his forehead dropping to yours, his body trembling with restraint.

“fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “so goddamn tight.”

you whimpered, your walls squeezing around him, making him curse under his breath. his grip on your hips tightened as he bottomed out, his cock buried deep inside you.

he didn’t move at first, just let you adjust, his heavy breaths mixing with yours. his thumb stroked your cheek again, grounding you.

“still okay?” he asked, his voice rough but gentle.

you nodded quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his ear. “move, katsuki. need it. need you.”

a low growl rumbled in his chest. his first thrust was slow, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, making you arch beneath him. the next was rougher, deeper, his cock pulsing against your walls as he started a steady rhythm.

“fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear. “like this cute little pussy was made for me.”

you moaned, back arching as he rocked into you harder, faster. the stretch, the heat, the way he filled you—it was overwhelming, dizzying.

he shifted, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his arm, opening you even wider. the new angle had him hitting deeper, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your cunny.

“k-katsuki—” you gasped, your fingers digging into his back.

“yeah? feels good, huh?” he murmured.

you nodded, unable to form words, too lost in the feeling of him pounding into you.

his gaze dropped to where you were connected, watching the way your body took him in, how soaked you were for him.

his hand slid down between your bodies. his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, slow circles that had you gasping. "look at you—so fucking wet for me. you gonna take it, yeah? let me make you feel real good?"

you whined, your thighs trembling. your head tipped back, your breath coming in short, desperate moans as the pleasure coiled tight inside your cunny, ready to snap.

katsuki loved the sight of you—lips parted, body flushed, completely at his mercy. he's mesmerized as he watches the way you dripped down his cock, the lewd squelching sounds making his cock twitch.

“gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” he murmured, his voice low, coaxing.

you whimpered as you nodded frantically, your walls fluttering around him, and he cursed, his thrusts turning rough, desperate.

“do it,” he growled, his thumb pressing down harder on your clit. “cum for me.”

your whole body tensed before pleasure crashed over you, making you cry out his name as you came hard, your walls clenching around him, not willing to let go.

he groaned, burying his face against your neck as his rhythm stuttered, his breath ragged.

“fuck—gonna fill you up,” he growled, his grip on your hip tightening. “gonna fuckin' breed you-”

one more thrust, and his cock throbbing as he spilled inside you, his warmth flooding your womb as he groaned against your skin.

for a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, your bodies pressed together, sticky with sweat.

katsuki didn’t move right away, just let himself sink into you, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder.

as the heat of the moment faded and your bodies remained tangled, katsuki let out a heavy sigh, pressing a lingering kiss to your damp skin.

his arms stayed wrapped around you, his hold a little firmer than usual—like he didn’t want to let go just yet. his forehead rested against yours, his breath still ragged as he came down from his high.

for a while, neither of you spoke. the only sound was the quiet hum of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chests as you lay together, sticky and spent.

then, katsuki finally moved, pulling out of you with a low groan. you whimpered at the loss, your body still twitching from the aftershocks, and his eyes softened as he looked down at you.

he runs a hand through his messy hair before cupping your cheek. his thumb brushed over your flushed skin, tracing slow, soothing circles. "you okay, sweets?"

you blinked up at him, still dazed, your limbs heavy. your body ached in the best way possible, but there was something different in his tone now—something gentle, something almost hesitant.

"yeah," you murmured, offering a small smile. "just… tired."

"no shit," katsuki huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. he shifted, his hand moving down your thigh, feeling the way you trembled from how hard he’d fucked you.

his jaw clenched, and he exhaled through his nose. "didn’t mean to wreck you."

you could hear the weight behind his words, the unspoken frustration from whatever had been bothering him before he’d taken it out on you. but you only reached up, cupping his face, your fingers tracing his sharp jaw. "i don’t mind. you needed it."

his eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, he just stared at you. then, with a quiet grunt, he shifted, sliding off the bed to grab a towel.

he cleaned you up carefully, his hands surprisingly gentle as he wiped away the mess he’d made, his touch lingering like he was trying to make up for how desperate he’d been earlier.

once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and pulled you against his chest, wrapping you up in his warmth. his fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, his breathing even now, steady.

after a few moments, he finally spoke. "thanks."

you blinked, tilting your head to look up at him. "for what?"

his crimson eyes softened, his grip tightening around you just slightly. "for lettin’ me use you like that. for not makin’ me talk about it. just lettin’ me feel it instead."

your heart clenched at the quiet vulnerability in his voice. katsuki wasn’t the type to talk about his stress, about how work ate at him, how the weight of his responsibilities sometimes became too much. but you knew. you always knew.

you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch lightly at his scalp the way you knew he liked.

"always," you whispered. "you don’t have to thank me, y'know."

his jaw clenched, like he wanted to argue, but instead, he just sighed, burying his face against your neck. his lips brushed over your skin, soft and lingering. "i know. just... i love you. so fuckin' much."

a small smile tugged at your lips as you held him closer, your fingers still stroking through his hair. "i love you too, katsuki."

he’d had a shit day, but right now, with you in his arms, he felt more at peace than he had in weeks.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ epitome of me being horny once again🤕🤕 omg i hope im not getting sloppy. have more in my drafts n asks, js a slow week rn!! hope you guys enjoyed💜💜

[astars-things]

 “One more kiss?” “You said that 20 kisses ago” with luke hughes? 🧎‍♂️

I stood by the front door, arms loosely wrapped around Luke’s waist, my forehead resting against his chest. His duffle bag sat at his feet, ready to be slung over his shoulder at any second, but he wasn’t rushing. Neither of us was.

“Are you sure you packed everything?” I asked, even though I’d already watched him triple-check his bag an hour ago.

Luke hummed softly, his hands tracing lazy circles on my back. “Yeah. But if I forgot something, it just gives me an excuse to FaceTime you.”

I smiled into his sweatshirt, tugging the fabric gently between my fingers. “Like you need an excuse.”

His laugh was soft, warm, the kind that made me feel like the only person in the world. “True.”

We stood there for a minute, the silence wrapping around us like a blanket, both of us unwilling to be the first to let go. The roadie wasn’t even that long — a week, maybe a little more — but every time he left, it still felt like a piece of me was walking out the door with him.

Luke tipped my chin up with a finger, his hazel eyes flickering down to my lips. “One more kiss?”

I raised a brow. “You said that 20 kisses ago.”

“Okay, but this one’s the real last one,” he said, trying (and failing) to look serious. His smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and I couldn’t help but lean up and press my lips to his.

The kiss was slow, soft, the kind of kiss that made promises, promises that he’d miss me, that he’d text me every night, that no matter how many miles stretched between us, I was still his girl. When I pulled back, he chased my lips with his, stealing one more quick peck.

I laughed, my hands sliding up to cup his face. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He grinned, leaning his forehead against mine. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you more,” I whispered. “It’s way too quiet around here when you’re gone.”

Luke’s hands moved to my waist, holding me like I might disappear if he let go. “I’ll call every night.”

“You better.”

“And I’ll send you all the terrible hotel breakfast reviews.”

“Perfect. My personal Yelp critic.”

His laugh rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating against me. But as much as we tried to make light of it, the weight of the goodbye hung in the air. I hated this part, the letting go, the stepping back, the closing the door behind him.

He finally sighed, stepping back just enough to grab his bag. “Okay, I really have to go.”

I nodded, my throat tightening. “One more kiss?”

He smirked. “You said that 20 kisses ago.”

“Just one more,” I whispered.

He leaned down, brushing his lips over mine one last time. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Lukey.”

And with that, he was out the door.

[florihaei]

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HEESEUNG !

the second you stepped into the living room, heeseung’s eyes darkened, and his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. he leans back against the couch, arms stretched over the backrest, like he’s trying to keep himself in check.

“where do you think you’re going looking like that pretty girl?” his voice is lazy, but his gaze is anything but. it burns into your skin, traveling from the curve of your neck to the way your dress hugs your waist.

you tilt your head “out baby, why?”

heeseung chuckles, slow and deep before patting his thigh “c’mere for a second” when you hesitated, he grins “just wanna get a closer look at my baby before you make everyone else loose their mind.

when you do step closer, he doesn’t waste a second, catching your chin between his fingers before pulling you down for a kiss, slow and teasing like he’s trying to memorize the taste of you. he hums against your lips smirking “too bad i can’t keep you all to myself”

-

JONGSEONG !

jay’s fingers freeze on the cuff of his sleeve as you enter the room, his breath hitching slightly. his eyes trail down your figure, admiration and something else flickering behind them.

“you always look beautiful, but this?” he exhales shaking his head “it’s unfair..”

you smirk, steeping closer. “unfair?”

he hums, reaching for your hand and tracing slow circles on your wrists. “because now all i want to do is keep you here all to myself” his voice drops as he pulled you closer. “but you worked so hard getting dolled up, i guess i should let you go.. right princess?”

before you could answer, he leans in pressing a soft kiss against the corner of your lips, then another right at the edge of your mouth, teasingly slow. when you shift impatiently, he chuckles. “go on then, before i change my mind”

-

JAEHYUN !

jake was mid sip of his drink when you walked in, and now he’s just holding it frozen, mid air, staring

you quirk a brow, “are you going to say something?, or just keep staring at me baby..?”

he swallows, placing his glass down before standing up and closing the space between you. “oh im definitely going to say something” his fingers ghost over your waist before he leans in, lips barely brushing your ear “you look breathtaking sweetheart”

a warmth creeps up on your neck, but jake just chuckles, tilting your chin up. “your blushing already sweetheart?, i haven’t even started yet”

his lips find yours before you can even respond, the kiss deep and lingering, when he finally pulls away he lets out a low whistle “yeah.. i might need a minute to recover”

-

SUNGHOON !

sunghoon watches as you adjust your earring in the mirror, his arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe. his gaze is sharp, but there’s softness hidden in it too.

“you’ve been staring for a while” you tease, turning to face him “do i look okay?”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “that’s the problem, you look too good”

you laughed, stepping closer. “that’s a problem?”

sunghoon wraps an arm around your waist pulling you in. his breath tickles your lips as he murmurs “yeah because now i either have to let you go and suffer, or convince you to stay” his grip tightened just slightly. “what do you think princess?”

you barely have time to answer before he kisses you, like he’s trying to make you second guess yourself leaving. when he finally pulls away, he smirks “still sure about going out?”

-

SUNOO !

sunoo stops mid step when he sees you, eyes going wide. he blinks a few times as if making sure he’s not imagining things. “oh my goodness..”

you laugh at his reaction, twirling slightly. “is it that good?”

“that good? babe, you look unreal” he rushes over, holding your face between his hands. “like i always knew you were gorgeous, but this? this is next level”

you pout playfully. “so you’re saying i don’t always look this good?”

sunoo gasps, holding his hands up jokingly like he’s offended. “excuse me? you always look amazing, but this” he gestures dramatically. “this is lethal, i might actually faint.”

before you can protest further, he presses a soft peck against your lips, grinning “there, a little good luck charm for tonight.”

-

JUNGWON !

jungwon had been focused on his phone until you walked in. now he’s sitting up straighter, brows slightly raised as he takes in the sight of you.

“you…” he exhales. “ love… wow”

you chuckle, smoothing out your outfit. “that’s all you have to say?”

jungwon stands, closing the distance between you. his hands find your waist as he gazes down at you, voice softer now. “i just don’t know if i want anyone else seeing you like this love.”

you roll your eyes. “possessive much?”

he only hums, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “can you blame me?” his lips graze your temple before he sighs “at least promise me you’ll come back soon”

and just to make sure you do, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips, it was brief but sweet enough to leave you wanting more.

-

RIKI !

niki’s reaction is more subtle than the others, but you don’t miss the way his eyes widen slightly when he first sees you. he tilts his head, studying you before nodding in approval.

“you look cool” he says simply.

you laugh. “cool?.. that’s it?”

he shrugs, but there’s a small knowing smirk on his lips. “would you rather i say you look really really pretty?”

you pause before nudging his arm. “i mean… yeah”

niki rolls his eyes but playfully ruffles your hair. “fine, you look really really pretty, happy now?”

you beam. “very”

he shakes his head but smiles. “good now don’t take too long, or i’ll get bored waiting for you to come back baby”

[syoddeye]

you get a new neighbor.

he moves into the flat across the courtyard. same floor, same narrow balcony. a smoker with restless, twitchy hands. you catch glimpses of him through the blinds.

you’ve never been one to keep them open—facing another unit all these years, privacy has been a comfort. but now, often without thinking, your fingers find the cord, tilting the cheap plastic slats just enough to peek through.

unlike you, he doesn’t bother with curtains. either unbothered or proud of his sparsely decorated, meticulously kept space. when he’s home, he spends hours in full view of his windows. sinking into his couch with a controller in hand, headset on. sometimes, not as often, a book. pacing, phone pressed to his ear, wearing a track into the floor.

more often than not, though, he’s maintaining his body. that, he clearly takes pride in. push-ups. crunches. weights. he’s fit. almost always shirtless. almost always in joggers or shorts. a thick pelt of hair across his chest, matching the wild, overgrown mess on his head. whatever cut he once had, it’s grown out strangely—a longer ridge along the top of his skull, like the raised hackles of a dog. it connects to an untrimmed tangle of a beard, hiding what must be a sharp jawline if it matches the body.

you know what it looks like—watching someone like this. if you admitted it to anyone, they’d call you a creep. a pervert.

but you can’t stop.

you don’t even know when your new little habit began. the moment the sun sinks, your lights go off. you sit in the dark, barely moving behind the slats. waiting. watching.

your spine goes rigid, every nerve at attention, when he steps onto the balcony for one of his many smokes of the night. saliva pools on your tongue in anticipation.

a cigarette dangles from his lips, moonlight catching every plane and muscle of his torso. he stretches. his big, broad back flexes as he grips the rail. biceps bulging when he pulls one arm over his chest, then the other, thatches of pit hair poking out.

however, it’s his eyes that draw you in.

bright blue. too bright. a glowing, animalic eyeshine. fresnel lenses, catching and refracting the light. as unnatural as they are alluring. unsettling in a way that itches at the back of your skull—but still, it makes you want to wrench the door open and leap across to him.

the same feeling you get standing at the edge of a cliff or rooftop.

then, he lifts his head. tilts it back until his nose juts into the air and sniffs.

you freeze. glance up at the closed, locked glass door. he can’t.

smoke billows from his lips as his gaze sweeps the courtyard. down at the ground, then scanning the floor beneath you. searching.

a shiver slides down your spine. you will yourself smaller, pressing into the shadows. he can’t possibly know you’re watching, let alone smell you through the walls and windows.

but then, just as you think he’ll go back inside, he turns his head slightly, just a fraction, toward you.

the cigarette burns, momentarily forgotten, between his fingers. his gaze fixes on you, direct and unblinking.

but there’s no way. no way he sees you in the dark.

then he smiles. the barest quirk of his lips. a knowing pull at the corner of his mouth.

he turns, steps inside, and yanks his blinds shut.

your breath catches. the slats slap against each other as you jerk back, heart hammering, blood roaring in your ears. you reach for the cord, fumbling, pulling too hard—yanking the entire thread free with a sharp, splintering snap.

not two minutes later, as you’re still panicking, up on your toes, uselessly trying to thread it back into place—an insistent knock rattles your door.

[enzosbabyangel]

৻ꪆ Thinking about being a drunk mess ‘n all whiny ‘n needy at a party with Theo…

cw: if you don’t understand the position i’m explaining look at the image 😅, whiny!reader, blowjob, you have an oral fixation, praise, dynamic could be icky to some people

“Teddy pleasee,” You pout from your spot on the floor. Your legs bent and spread wide. Your hand tugging at the clothing that pressed tightly against your dripping cunt. You looked utterly pathetic, eyes all red from the alcohol in your system, hair spread out on the dirty bathroom floor and your outfit disheveled.

“Can’t even wait until we get home, mi amor?” Theo teased. Ignoring the way his cock strained against the fabric of his jeans at the sight of you on the bathroom floor, looking so utterly desperate for his cock.

“Nuh uh..” You pout, squeezing your legs together and wrapping your arm around his leg. “Need your cock too bad to wait, are you really gonna make me wait?” Your pout grows if possible, furrowing your brows upwards and giving him puppy dog eyes.

Theo sighs, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against the back of the toilet, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he chuckled in amusement. You always got so cute and desperate when you were drunk, he loved it. It made him feel needed in a way.

“Now i suppose that would be too mean wouldn’t it?” He cocked his head to the side, raising a brow slightly. Another chuckle almost of bafflement and amusement escaped his lips as he watched you so quickly get up onto your knees, eyes sparkling with happiness as your pout disappeared and you frantically nodded.

“Then i guess i’ll let you. Can’t be mean to my girl.” He murmured, bringing a hand to gently brush hair out of your face. “Go on.”

You wasted no time, hands immediately moving to the zipper of his jeans and tugging. Within just a couple seconds his cock was free and in your mouth. Happy moans spilling from your lips while you desperately nodded your head up and down his length, cocking your head to the side slightly and looking up at Theo in awe and lust.

“Fuck.. look at you. All content now, hm?” Theo let out through a moan, looking at you with hazy, lazy eyes while his hand moved to entangle itself with your hair. Smirking to himself as you nod. “Yeah… keep doing that like the good girl you are and i’ll cum within seconds..”

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[rueclfer]

expecting you // shouto todoroki

a/n: based on a thought i had a couple weeks ago about shouto falling for one of touya's nurses <3 smau at the end bc i cannot resist hehe -> literally geeeekingggggg

shouto is quick to catch onto patterns as well as fall into them. it's one of those things that had been ingrained in him from a young age that he can't seem to shake off now as an adult.

"observe, figure them out, know their next move. c'mon shouto. get up."

he has the bus times memorized and recognizes the faces of the people waiting with him. he remembers and greets everyone working the midday shift at his favorite soba shop. he's apart of their routine as much as they are to him, so of course they'll already have his usual order ready as soon as he comes in. they always pack extra, but he knows better than to argue, so instead, he lets them send him off with a "see you next week" and a reminder to "make sure touya eats it all so he can get big and strong."

it's always a fifteen minute walk from the soba shop to the rehab facility, and he doesn't bother checking in at the front anymore. he nods a hello to the security guard and goes straight to touya's room.

this has been his weekly routine for the past five years.

shouto's eyes zero in on the glossy checkerboard pattern of the facility's floors.

white. blue. white. blue.

he knows it takes him about fifteen of each to get to touya's room at the end of the hall, but he counts in his head every time.

from outside of his door, he hears your exaggerated groan that if the door was open, he was sure it would've echoed down the hallway.

"no, you don't get it," you huff, "it's the favoritism. that's why sensei won't write me a recommendation letter."

"you're probably right. you are kinda annoying," touya responds.

it takes shouto a long time, a year at least, to hear anything but venom in his brother's voice. right now, he didn't have to see touya to know that he had a smirk on his face with that delivery.

you just had that effect on people.

as if on cue, your voice rang "shouto should be here by now," right as he clicks the door open.

"and there he is," you quip, "another minute and i would've called the cops."

"can't i ever be a little unpredictable?" shouto scoffs with a slight smile.

such a hypocrite.

he expected that eye roll. he knew you would shrug and cross your arms across your chest. it's comforting in a way, to know someone so intimately just from observation and fleeting conversations, because even though you're teasing him about his strict routine, you don't even realize how predictable you are.

while shouto sets the takeout on the counter to unpack its contents, you grab the arms of the chair and push yourself up onto your feet.

"alright, you guys have a good lunch. i'll stop by and say bye before i leave for the-"

touya groans and cuts you off, "you do this shit every week, stupid, sit down and eat with us."

"no, because if i sit here and eat with you guys, you're going to talk and talk and talk and not get any rest before group therapy."

touya deadpans.

"does it looks like i need a fucking nap before spending an hour listening to some losers vent about their lives?"

"yes?" you cock an eyebrow "aren't you pushing thirty? the elderly need their sleep don't they?"

"says the twenty something with no social life." touya bites back.

a dramatic gasp leaves your mouth.

"shou, listen to what your brother is saying to me." you jokingly whine.

"don't get me involved," he shoots you a playful side glance, "you're having lunch with us. for the sake of your social life."

"shut up." you mutter, the corners of your mouth quirking into a shy smile. he waits until you sit back down in your seat before holding out a bowl of soba for you to take.

"i have to argue with you about it, but when he offers, you don't say shit?" touya complains with a mouthful of soba.

"duh? why would i listen to your rude ass when shou's so sweet?"

shouto bites back a smile and takes a seat at the end of touya's bed, scooping a mouth full of noodles in his mouth, watching you do the same.

"y/n, did you even pack a lunch for yourself today?" shouto starts after finishing his bite, "or do you love having us beg for you to stay and eat?"

you're quiet for a moment, sucking in your cheek to suppress the sheepish grin and defeated chuckle that would eventually break through.

your eyes trail up from your bowl of soba to lock shouto's, hoping that the heat crawling up your neck hasn't blossomed across your cheeks.

he doesn't look away, but instead cocks an eyebrow with a sly smile. he already knows the answer.

-

shouto leaned against the doorframe waiting for you to complete the last of touya's update forms before clocking out for the day.

"someone's gonna take over for me and take you to therapy in a few, okay?" you say, scribbling in the last few notes.

"the cute one?" touya asks.

"mmmmm no, i don't think she's working today."

touya groans, "fuck my life."

"down bad." you announce, receiving an unsavory gesture from touya's prosthetic hand as you pretend to make a note of it on the clipboard.

you tuck the board under your arm, collecting the various papers and notebooks sprawled out on the counter before shoving them into your school bag.

"see you in a couple days. cross your fingers for this recommendation letter." you take one last scan around the room.

"offer still on the table if you want me to forge one for ya."

"how generous. i'll let you know when i get desperate." you laugh.

shouto holds the door open with his back, raising a hand to say his goodbyes.

"see you next week, touya. maybe this weekend with natsuo and the kids."

"see ya. walk y/n to their car alright? your daddy didn't raise an animal."

shouto rolls his eyes with a half-hearted chuckle, looking back one last time to nod a goodbye before the door closes behind you two.

"the cute one is in fact working today." you say with a proud smile once you've skipped further away from the room.

“oh?” shouto quickens his step to catch up beside you, “why lie then?”

“just setting him up to feel a lot of excitement later,” you shrug. “i think being a long-term patient and living the same days and routine over and over again can feel kinda gray and muddy, so it’s nice to be surprised every now and then don’t you think?”

rei’s face flashes in shouto’s mind for a moment and he thinks back on the first time he visited her in that old living facility. unlike her during that time, touya still has a gleam in his eyes- a faint spark despite all of these years.

“y/n.” shouto says after a moment of silence, pausing in the middle of the hallway.

“hm?”

you stop and turn back to see him bowed at a proper 90 degree angle with his hands flush against his sides.

your eyes widen, “shou? what are you-”

“thank you for taking care of my brother, thank you for being a friend to him...” he trails, “...and to me.”

shouto didn’t know when would be an appropriate time to straighten up. he stared down at the white and blue tiles at his feet as he silently prayed for the heat prickling the tip of his ears to dissipate before coming face to face with you again.

“you’re being silly,” you break the tension with a breathy chuckle.

shouto snaps back up, the apple of his cheeks flushed from the blood pooling to his face.

“i’m not. i need you to know that i’m grateful.”

“you don’t have to thank me, shou,” you continue your walk back to the nurse’s station with shouto following close behind “i hardly do anything- i’m not even a nurse, you know? not yet at least. i think it’s funny that i got hired on because of your stubborn ass brother, but even if i wasn’t tied to a payroll, i’d still be here. you guys are my friends too.”

you keep your pace quick- always one step in front of him with your head hung low. there wasn’t much you could do to mask your blush. your face was burning hot, and this hallway was only so long.

“well, if you’re not going to accept my thanks, then let me treat you to lunch.” he leans against the counter as you round the corner behind the desk.

“you treat me to lunch every week,” you laugh.

“it would just be you and me.”

your fingers pause over the keyboard as you’re typing in your employee code. you look up from the screen and meet his eyes with your smile faltered and mouth slightly gaped open. 

“just you and me?” you repeat.

he nonchalantly nodded his head as his hands were sweating through the front pockets of his pants. 

shouto had gone out one on one with classmates and friends before, and he was sure that an outing with you would be like any other dinner, but there was a twinge of anxiety sitting in his chest as he waited for your answer.

i think something’s wrong.

well thank god i’m surrounded by nurses…and you.

“i mean, if he wants, we can put in a day pass request for touya and invite the other siblings. i just thought…” shouto sheepishly scratches the back of his neck, not quite sure what it was that he thought. “...that we…i…”

a year ago when you were just a student looking for volunteer hours, touya gave you an in-depth run down of each family member “just for when you have the misfortune of meeting them. don’t fall in love, alright? mr. perfect has that effect on people.”

it wasn't until now, with shouto's flushed cheeks, chewed bottom lip, and avoidant eyes that you understood what his brother had meant.

you’ve never seen the todoroki’s golden child, as touya liked to describe him, stumble over his own words before. you watch him pause for a moment to search for the right words, panic settling in behind his gaze as his eyes flicker between his twitching fingers tapping against the counter and your own.

“you and me, then.” you confirm, breaking the silence as the corners of your mouth lift into a shy smile.

“yeah?” he says with a sigh of relief.

you reach over, pulling a pen out from its holder and lean over the computer. you click the pen and grab shouto’s hand before scribbling your number in the soft flesh of his palm.

xx - xxxx - xxxx -> y/n :P

“also, my classmate’s picking me up today for a study session, but to keep touya’s word, i’ll make you walk me to my car next week,” you wave shouto off with a wide grin as you begin to walk backwards towards the exit, “text me, okay?”

shouto glances down at the numbers adorning his palm, still feeling the point of the pen digging into his skin. he looks back up at you. his mouth is slightly gaped open, but nothing comes out. with the same palm, he holds it up, waving you goodbye until the automatic doors close behind you.

you turn around one last time to see shouto walking off in the opposite direction towards the other exit with his palm held out in front of him and his phone in the other, making sure to have your number saved before the ink smudges away.

“so predictable.”

-

mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0 @kaldurahms-lover @commonmisery @moonstonejpg @twoplayergaymers @simp-plague @xvilluis @haruhi269 @starliightfiend

shouto tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet

[wchswift]

─── dark paradise

pairing: soldier boy x fem!reader

summary: forced to share a motel bed, you and soldier boy push each other’s limits, until the tension gets too much.

contents! porn with plot, cursing, "enemies" to "lovers" (more of hate-sex partners), pet names, bratty action, little spanking, tension, unprotected sex p in v, smut (so the usual warnings); mdni 𖤐 18+

word count: 1k

It’s Butcher’s fault.

Of course, it is.

The bastard had barely spared you a glance when he tossed you the motel key, muttering a quick, "S'only one room left. Deal with it." before heading off to his own damn bed, probably sleeping like a baby while you were about to experience hell.

Because standing behind you, staring at that single, shitty-ass motel bed, is Soldier Boy.

Smug. Smirking.

Because of all people, you were stuck with the most infuriating, sexist, arrogant piece of shit Supe on the planet.

And worse?

He was undeniably, unfairly fucking hot.

That cocky smirk. That thick beard. That solid wall of muscle barely hidden beneath his suit. He oozed confidence, the kind of man who knew he could say or do whatever the fuck he wanted and get away with it. The worst part? You had to pretend like you hadn’t definitely thought about what it’d be like to have those hands on you—rough, strong, possessive.

But that wasn’t happening.

No way.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," you breathe out, rubbing a hand down your face.

Soldier Boy just chuckles behind you, stepping into the room with all that confidence. Looking so goddamn smug you wanted to punch him. Or maybe shove something in his mouth to shut him up—just not your tongue.

You exhaled sharply, grabbing one of the shitty motel pillows and stomping toward the armchair in the corner. "I’ll sleep here."

"Oh c'mon... what, you afraid to sleep next to me, sweetheart? Afraid you might like it?"

He dropped his shield onto the floor with a heavy thud. The mattress squeaked as he sat down, legs spread wide, watching you like a cat watching a mouse it was about to pounce on.

Your jaw tightened. "Afraid you’ll wake up with my foot up your ass."

His laugh was a low, deep rumble, so fucking cocky. "Damn. Feisty. I like that."

You ignored him, trying to make the armchair comfortable—except it was fucking impossible. The seat was stiff, the armrests dug into your ribs, and after about two minutes, your back already ached.

Soldier Boy was watching. He knew.

"Go ahead, suffer all night. Or—" He patted the mattress beside him. "You could just quit bein’ a stubborn little brat and get your ass in bed."

You snapped, "I’d rather die."

"Alright, suit yourself." He stretched out, kicked off his boots, and took off part of his suit.

After a few minutes, you heard him sigh.

"C'mon, doll. I don’t bite." A beat. "Unless you ask real nice."

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Thirty minutes later, you gave up. With a growl, you stomped over to the bed.

"Not. A. Fucking. Word." You hissed.

Your hands clenching into fists. "If you touch me in your sleep, I’m breaking your fingers."

His smile was so wide you could practically feel the smugness wave from him.

"Baby, if I touch you, you won’t be breaking shit. You’ll be begging for more."

Your face burns.

You throw yourself onto the bed, keeping as much distance as possible between you. You yank the thin motel blanket over yourself and turn away from him, fuming.

But the second you slipped under the sheets, he turned on his side, facing you. "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

You kept your back to him, grinding your teeth. "Shut up, Soldier Boy."

"Aw, c’mon. Call me Ben. We’re close now, ain’t we?"

"Eat shit, Ben."

He laughed—actually laughed—the low, husky sound way too fucking sexy for this situation. You squeezed your eyes shut, determined to ignore him.

Until—

A shift. The mattress dipped behind you. His breath—warm, slow—ghosting over the back of your neck.

"What are you doing." Your voice was tight.

"Relax." His voice was lower now, smug, lazy. "Just getting comfortable."

Bullshit.

His arm stretched over your waist—not touching, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from him.

"You’re so goddamn tense, sweetheart." A pause. Then— "Wonder why that is."

Your entire body stiffened.

"Maybe," he continued, voice dipping into something almost sinful, "’cause you’re trying real fuckin’ hard not to think about me fucking you."

Your breath hitched.

"Not to think about how good it’d feel to let me wreck that bratty little mouth of yours. Break you in just right."

Your throat went dry.

His fingers barely grazed your hip, testing the waters, a feather-light touch—like he was daring you to stop him.

You should. You should.

But your pulse was hammering. Your thighs clenched. And he knew it.

"You don’t wanna admit it, do you?" His lips were right by your ear now. "That you’re already getting wet just from the thought."

Your breath was uneven. "Go fuck yourself."

He chuckled. "Oh, baby. I’d rather fuck you."

After that, everything snapped.

You didn’t know who moved first—you or him—but suddenly you were on your back, pinned beneath him.

His mouth crashed against yours, all teeth and hunger, and you hated how fucking good he kissed. Rough. Demanding. Like he owned you already.

His hands tear at your clothes, ripping them away, his mouth hot and bruising against your skin. You barely process how fast it happens, his hands everywhere—gripping your throat, forcing your thighs apart, pressing bruises into your skin. So fucking dominant it makes your head spin.

"You gonna be good for me now, sweetheart? Huh?" His voice was a growl, his hand gripping your jaw. "Or you still gonna act like a brat?"

You spat, "Fuck you—"

Slap.

A sharp, stinging smack to your thigh. Your breath hitched—not in pain, but in something so much worse.

"Wrong answer."

Then, he pushes in.

A sharp stretch, filling you in one deep, slow thrust, knocking the breath from your lungs.

"That’s my girl," he breathes.

You whimper, body trembling, arching, clenching down on him.

Soldier Boy sucks in a sharp breath, stilling inside you.

"Jesus fuck," he growls. "You feel that, babydoll? The way you’re squeezin’ me?" His voice is strained, ragged. "So fuckin’ tight. Shit."

He finally starts to move.

Slow, so slow, dragging it out, forcing you to feel everything.

His pace is deliberate, teasing—rolling his hips, stretching you open, pushing deeper with every thrust, until you’re gasping, clawing at his back, needing more, needing him.

"You’re gonna take it, your little brat," he murmurs, taunting, dirty. "Gonna let me fuck you like I should’ve from the start."

You whimper, body arching into him.

He pounds into you, harder now, faster, unforgiving. Your thighs tremble, burn, but he just shoves them higher, wider, completely open to him.

And that mouth? Never stopped.

"Look at you." A dark chuckle, his grip tightening in your hair. "Not so mouthy now, huh?"

You gasped, back arching, your nails scratching his back.

"Use your words, babydoll. Tell me how good I’m making you feel."

"F-fuck you—"

Slap.

"Try again."

His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, slow circles.

Your breath shatters.

Your head tilts back, helpless, back arching into him. "S-so fucking good—"

"That’s it, baby," he groans, pushing you over the edge, feeling your body clench, convulse around him.

You break.

Pleasure rips through you, blinding, earth-shattering, unstoppable.

And Ben follows.

His thrusts turn messy, desperate, his body shaking as he buries himself deep, groaning, cursing, growling your name as he spills into you, claiming you in every fucking way.

He stays there for a second, breath hot and ragged against your skin, his body heavy, unmovable.

And in the morning?

That smug, insufferable smirk would be the first thing you’d see.

"Told ya you’d like it, doll."

𖤐 reblogs and feedback are appreciated! requests are also welcome, ty!

lina's notes: soo this is my first sb fic and the first time I post smut so I'm really nervous lol. I'm still learning and trying to improve my writing with explicit scenes, but I really hope it's at least good, enjoyable to read!! 🫶 (and plss comments and feedbacks will be greatly appreciated.)

special tags for some soldier boy lovers: @blossomingorchids @cowboysandcigarettes @soldiersgirl @sunsbaby @daylighted @vmiina @gibson-g1rl @figthoughts @stargrltara @starzify @angelackless @bluemerakis @jasvtsc

(I don't have a taglist for soldier boy yet but if anyone wants to be added just let me know)

[woozinhos]

why do i think mingyu has a thing for size difference like have you seen his reaction when carat’s hands are smaller than his😦😦

Notes: wrote this little Drabble hope you enjoy 🤭

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Mingyu's back was pressed against the wall, his chest heaving as you knelt in front of him. Your small hands were wrapped around his thick cock, struggling to cover even half of it.

"Fuck, your hands are so tiny," he moaned, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and desire. "I can't believe they're actually holding me." You smirked and began to stroke him slowly, your fingers barely touching as you moved up and down his shaft.

"What's wrong, Mingyu?" you teased. "Can't handle a little size difference?" Mingyu let out a low growl, his hips bucking up into your touch. "It's not that," he said, his voice strained. "It's just... you look so small and delicate holding me like that. I feel like I could break you."

You chuckled and squeezed him gently, relishing in the way he gasped at the sensation. "I'm tougher than I look, you know," you replied, your thumb circling the head of his cock. "I can handle you just fine." Mingyu's head fell back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut as you continued to work him over. "I don't doubt that," he said, his voice husky. "But it's still a sight to see. Your little hands trying so hard to take me all in."

You leaned forward and licked a stripe up his shaft, your tongue flicking over the tip. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you asked, looking up at him with a smirk. "You like feeling big and powerful." Mingyu nodded, his hands coming down to rest on your head. "I do," he admitted, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I love the way you look up at me with those big eyes, struggling to please me."

He gently pushed your head down, urging you to take more of him into your mouth. "Come on, baby," he coaxed. "Show me how good you are at using those tiny hands and that little mouth of yours." You obeyed his command, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. Your jaw stretched wide as you tried to accommodate his size, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Mingyu groaned in approval, his grip on your hair tightening. "That's it," he praised. "Just like that. You're doing so well for me." He started to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy for his pleasure. The feeling of being controlled and used by him was driving you wild, and you moaned around his cock.

Mingyu smirked down at you, noticing how much you were enjoying this. "Look at you, so eager to please," he teased. "Using your mouth and hands at the same time. You're a natural." He let go of your head, allowing you to set the pace again. You bobbed up and down, your hands working in tandem with your mouth as you stroked and squeezed his shaft.

Mingyu's moans grew louder, his breathing becoming ragged as he neared his climax once more. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "You better be ready to take it all." You looked up at him with determination in your eyes, wanting to make him cum harder than ever before. You increased your speed, your hands and mouth working in perfect unison to bring him to the edge.

"That's it, baby, just like that," he groaned, his body tensing up again. "I'm gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours." With a final, guttural moan, Mingyu came undone. His hot seed spilled into your mouth, coating your tongue and throat as you struggled to swallow it all. You swallowed as much as you could, but some of it spilled out the corners of your mouth and dribbled down your chin. Mingyu watched you with a satisfied smile, his chest heaving as he came down from his high.

"Such a messy girl," he teased, using his thumb to wipe the excess cum from your chin. "But you took it so well." He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "You're perfect," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely perfect."

[ditzydoe444]

Dirty nasty sex with freaky mean Jason. He makes you cry with how rough and big he is. Coos all condescendingly while licking away your tears

He's bending you over and using spit as lube for his oversized cock, stuffing his fingers in your mouth to hear you choke and feel you clench around him, thumbing your asshole. Licks the sweat off of you and sucks your tits trying so hard to milk them.

MDNI 18+

jason todd x reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

��� vaginal sex, mentioned of spit, unprotected sex

you were up on the counter, your knees up to your chest as jason’s chin glistened with your arousal, his large calloused hands rubbing the your soft thighs before he spat on your cunt. “need to warm this pretty thing up for my cock,” his thumb gently mixing his spit with your arousal. “jay, ‘m still sore from last night go gentle,” you whispered as he pressed down on your clit, making you squirm.

“come on, your old man just worked all day long in the garage and you’re crying because you can’t handle dick? how pathetic are you sweetheart?” jason grunted as he bent you over the kitchen counter, manhandling your smaller body as he nudged your legs, “spread ‘em.”

obediently, you spread them, jason’s large calloused hand rubbing your clit. nothing about him was gentle, the way he shoved his fat cock into your small cunt, the sheer burn making your eyes water as his fat tip nudged your sensitive spots. “fuck, you’re clenching around me, so fucking tight.” his hand wrapped your hair around his fist, tugging it. “after all these times you’re still not used to it hm?” he taunts, his balls slapping your cheeks.

“mmph!” you moaned as you clung into the counter for dear life, your knees wobbling with each thrust. “you’re mine to fuck and fill,” his nails dug into your skin, your body bouncing as he thrusts. it wasn’t long before you felt him spreading your ass cheeks, jason groaning at the visible sight of your small pathetic hole clenching around nothing. “fuck, this one is desperate too hm?” he cooed as one of his thumbs gently outlined the puckered hole, before pushing into it.

“n-ngh,” you whined as tears streamed down your face, you felt like jason’s personal flesh light and he used you in every single possible way. you felt his fat cock splitting you in half before ramming back inside your cunt, “fuck jay ‘m gonna come.”

and god he knew it. the way you were clenching around him was the first sign, how you were so damn tight he struggled shoving his whole cock inside you.

“that’s alright, you’re gonna come a lot tonight,” he pants as you came, squirting all over his cock, letting it drip on the floor. “mm, someone’s feeling messy today,” he chuckled as you came pathetically, your legs swinging as you coated his cock.

quickly, he turned you around, kissing your neck as his free hand shoved his fingers into your mouth. “we’re gonna go all night sweetheart, you got the stamina for that?” his tongue licking your neck, tasting the sweat that covered your soft skin. blankly, you nodded, your eyes glassy as you melt in his embrace.

“use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“mmhm,” you moaned around his fingers, spit dribbling down the corners of your mouth. jason lets out a content hum, before going down to your breasts, “need to give these pretty things some love too yeah?”

his free hand grabbed your tit as he sucked on the other one, like he wanted to milk it dry. “mmhm!” you moaned around his fingers, your body squirming from how sensitive you were. “gonna come from me sucking your tits alone?”

[mylovescara]

ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮♡

𝘤𝘸; 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐!! 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺!𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰

choso sat in front of you his huge bulge showing through his slacks his hands fidgeting with a bashful look on his face “I-i don't know what's wrong with me… I was just daydreaming a-and this happened...” he says referring to his very obvious bulge

You look at the way he is looking away and can immediately tell he was not just “daydreaming” but alas you can tell he hasn’t a clue why his cock is hard and leaking in his pants “It’s ok Choso I’ll help that’s why am here ok?” you wonder why you were his first choice to call for help, he probably knew this wasn’t a situation where he could call Yuji or anyone else but why you?

Choso’s eyes lighten up when you say you'll help him and he finally makes eye contact “… really?” you nod and start to move closer to him “Can I touch you choso? Let me help you feel better sweetie” he gives you a verbal confirmation and you lean in putting your hand over his clothed cock eliciting a gasp from him.

“t-this feels…different,” he says confused having never felt these feelings before not knowing why all he can think about is how pretty you would look undressed, he bites his lip as you unzip his pants and start slowly rubbing your hand up and down his cock the thin layer of his underwear making it feel as if there’s no barrier between your hand at all.

“G-God…d-don’t stop” you chuckle knowing you haven’t even done much yet and he’s already so worked up “Choso, can I take it out?” He nods his head frantically wanting nothing more then to feel your warm hands bare on him, as soon as you pull the band of his boxer down his hard erection springs out standing upwards at your attention.

You slowly start moving your hand up and down his cock causing more precum to spill from his redden tip “a-ah! fuck…y/n” he bites his lip and starts moving his hips subconsciously thrusting his cock in your hand “you getting close Choso?” He nods his head moans flying out his mouth not able to even realise all the sound he’s making.

“I-I feel like I’m about t-to explode..!” you start moving your hand faster and Choso can’t help but be restless, his body has never felt this kind of pleasure before and he doesn’t know how to handle it, it’s making him feel light-headed and confused at the same time the feeling of it being to overstimulating but not wanting it to stop.

“I-its g-gonna come out…!” choso not knowing what's about to happen throws his head back letting out a cacophony of moans as he shoots his cum all over your hand, his cock throbbing as he continues to cum for another 15 seconds painting your hand white going to show how bad he needed this.

you continue moving your hand letting him ride out the last couple seconds of his orgasm before he grabs your hand to stop it “p-please…t-to much” he can't help but have a submissive look on his face, drool spilling down the corner of his lips and tears brimming his eyes.

You smile and bring your clean hand up to his face stroking his cheek wiping the stray tears off his face “Choso did you enjoy it?” he nods slowly feeling embrassed once again as he avoids eye contact, you bring a kiss to his cheek and put his softening erection back in his pants for him.

“….thank you” he mumbles not knowing what to say to fucked out to think of words “if you ever need my help again don't hesitate ok?” he smiles slightly at your words knowing hell have to take you up on that offer.

y'all I'm so sorry for not posting for like 5 years sometimes I just icba 💔

[gtgbabie0]

{Bringing Mechanic!Vi some lunch to work}

This is so small. I yearn to be this woman’s wife, it’s not even funny anymore.

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Honestly, you didn’t think Violet was aware of just how stupidly attractive she was— she’d say you’re just biased, that you’re her girlfriend so “yeah duh of course you’d say that.” This, however, was on a whole different level. She wasn’t even doing anything crazy, but the way her muscles flex beneath a thin, sheen layer of sweat, toned arms propped up on either side of a car she’s currently fixing— hood popped up to reveal all the inner workings of the engine, tongue running along her teeth in focus. It made you go all hot under the collar

Mouth going dry as you let your eager eyes trail over her shoulder blades. The filthy, oil-stained tank top sticking to her solid frame— how the dark ink of her back tattoo moves with her every time she reaches to fiddle with something. It was dizzying, she was dizzying. You have to clear your throat, accidentally jostling her from her concentration.

Her head snaps over to your direction, soft blue eyes lighting up in surprise. “Oh— hey there pretty lady.” A wide, charming smirk stretches across her plump lips.

You stutter, mouth opening and closing in equal surprise at having just been caught ogling at your girlfriend in all her blue collar glory— you try to play it off with a small chuckle. “Hi!” You squeak, tongue darting out to wet your lips. “You- erm- you forgot your lunch… so I brought it to you.”

But she’s onto you, you were an open book.

“You been checking me out princess?” Her smirks widen with a burst of pride, pointed canine glinting. You shake your head ‘no’ but your nervous giggles give you away and just like that she's got you all figured out— “So how long have you been standing there exactly?”

“Not long— I— I just got here, Vander let me in.”

“Ah right, right, so if I go check the security cameras—” She steps closer, eyes fixed onto you. “—I’m not gonna see you standing here drooling for five minutes?”

You gawuff a scoff, heart jumping several beats. “No, you will not.” It’s a meek lie and it only makes your girlfriend chuckle in amusement. “Do you want your lunch or not?” You huff, desperate for a change of topic, she thought it was adorable.

“Mhm, yeah, m’starivin’ baby. Been on my feet all damn day.” She sighs, earning a sympathetic pout from you— watching as you rummage through your bag to pull out her lunch box. A plastic tub containing some cut up fruit and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a little sugary pick me up was just what she needed.

Violet takes her lunch, placing it down on the metal desk, which was a mess— scattered with all types of different tools and bolts and a few sticky notes.

“Oh you’re an angel, what’d I do without you hmm?” She’s practically beaming at you now, wiping her dirty hands with a rag before slinging the fabric over her shoulder— the sight makes your heart jump pathetically. “C’mere give me a kiss.”

A bashful gleam twinkles through your eyes as she lightly pinches your chin between her thumb and forefinger— leaning in to brush a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth, murmuring an affectionate “Thank you baby.” against your lips.

“Yeah, of course— anytime.” You reply in between loving pecks, face scrunching up slightly as she presses one last kiss to the tip of your nose.

“You gonna keep my company?” She asks, pulling you up a chair— the metal legs scraping against the garage floor. “I wanna hear bout your day, princess.” Vi leans up against her desk, unwrapping her sandwich with an appreciative smile as you take a seat and begin your ramblings— she’d hang on to your every word.

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[andvys]

Request: sleepy sex with blondie and Steve ❣️

18+ mdni, dwoht universe, Steve Harrington x fem!reader, (for those who didn't read dancing with our hands tied, blondie is just readers nickname) unprotected sex, @hellfire--cult surprise surprise baby. Also this took me forever, I apologize omg. also not proofread, ignore any mistakes, thank you xx

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A huff fell from his lips as he glared at the rain rolling down the windows, it was paddling so harshly against the glass that it tore him out of his deep sleep. He was still so tired, his eyes dropping, his body begging for him to go back to sleep but the rain was so loud, making him unable to find the rest that he needs.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand up to his face, rubbing at his tired eyes. He moved his head to look at you. His lips twitched and his heart softened in his chest. Lying on your stomach, your cheek was pressed against your pillow, your hand on his bicep. You were sleeping so peacefully, you were far away in your dreams, unlike him.

He licked his lips, reaching his hand out to touch your face. He brushed away the loose strand of hair that fell in front of your eyes, smiling when you nestled your face into the palm of his hand. Even in your sleep you were chasing his touch, making his heart burst every single time.

You had been dating for almost a year now. This has become your normalcy -- going to sleep with each other every night, waking up in each others arms, cooking breakfast and dinner together, going grocery shopping with each other, cuddling and making out on the couch after a long day, making love in this bed and well... in nearly every room in your house. He got so lucky, so damn lucky.

Steve moved closer to you as he began to trace your features with the tip of his finger. The warmth in his chest spreading further and further. The smell of your body has always been so inviting to him, always making his heart flutter.

You were wearing nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of your favorite panties. You hooked your leg around his in your sleep, pulling him closer to you.

His breathing turned shaky, the sleepiness inside of him fading a little more by the second.

His hand fell to your shoulder, softly moving down your arm and then down to your waist before it finally settled on your bare hip.

He was craving you. Badly. His body yearning for you, his heart beating for you. This never changed. Even after months of dating and being with each other almost 24/7, this never changed. You still craved each other just as strongly as you did when you were both still each others' secret.

A whine fell from your lips as your eyes opened slowly and you rose from your sleep. You leaned into him, into his touch.

"Hey honey," Steve whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek and then the corner of your mouth.

"Hi baby," you whispered back, meeting his lips in a soft kiss before you pulled away to look around the darkened room. Your eyes find the alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:11am. "Why are you up, Stevie-- oh!" A whimper tore from your mouth as you felt his lips under your ear.

The tilt of your head allowed him the perfect access to your neck and he started kissing you softly.

"Mmm, the rain woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep. You're just so beautiful, baby. I can't resist you," he mumbled into your skin, painting it with a new hickey.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a moan fell from your lips when you felt him against your thigh. Your stomach fluttered instantly and you suddenly felt so empty.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him closer and closer until he was finally on top of you. Nothing needed to be said, your bodies moved on their own accord as he rolled his hips against you and his lips met yours in a feverish kiss.

Your hand found its way into his hair as his palm was slipping between your thighs. You couldn't help but grind against his hand, making him moan into your mouth.

The need to feel him closer was growing stronger and stronger, your desperation matching his own.

"I want you," you mumbled against his lips in between kisses. "I need you so bad, baby."

His heart fluttered so wildly against his ribcage. His dick twitching at your words.

"Yeah?" Steve murmured as he hooked his finger around the band of your panties, slipping them down your legs and taking them off. Smirking when you whined in need and looked at him with those pretty eyes he fell so deeply in love with. "Need me just like I need you, my love?"

You nodded your head in desperation, grinding against his fingers the moment he pressed them against your clit.

He pressed his lips back to yours again, nudging his nose against your own as he kissed you deeply. His fingers swiping through your already soaked folds.

"Fuck... I barely touched you and you're already dripping for me," he moaned as he slipping his middle and ring finger inside of you.

Your head sinked deeper into the pillow as your eyes fell shut, moans of pleasure leaving your lips as he started fucking you with his fingers.

"Mhmm, always." You whined, feeling his length digging into your skin, making you clench and yearn for more.

His body was pressed to yours so tightly, he was watching you in awe, watching how you fell apart only because of his fingers.

You were hot. So hot. You let go of him and moved your hand down to the hem of his shirt on your body.

Steve's dark eyes were following all of your movements, burning with anticipation. Curse words falling from his lips in whispers as you took the shirt off, leaving you bare in front of him. He leaned down instantly, wrapping his lips around your nipple, licking around it and sucking on it with a moan.

"S-Steve..." You whispered, biting your lip as you looked down at your boyfriend.

He pulled his fingers out and slammed them back inside of you, excitement growing deeper in him when he felt how tightly you were clenching around his digits, how wet and warm you were feeling.

"I-I need you, please..." You pulled at his shoulders, his fingers weren't enough anymore, you needed him, you needed his cock inside of you. "Fuck me!"

He didn't need to be told twice, he pulled his fingers out of you, chuckling a little when you whined at the loss of them.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll fill you up real nice," he murmured hotly against your lips.

Your desperate fingers tugged at his boxers, pushing them down just enough to release his length, making it slap against his stomach. You reached for it, curling your hand around it, your thumb teased his leaking tip.

His eyebrows scrunched together. Waves of pleasure already rolled through him.

"B-Baby, don't tease," he whispered against your lips as his hand replaced your own after a few pumps. His other hand holding onto your waist as he moved his length through your folds before he pushed against your hole. You both looked down, watching how he disappeared inside of you.

You pressed one hand against his hairy chest and curled the other around his neck as you pulled him down. Moaning as he stretched you open, the pain mixing with the pleasure so perfectly.

He pressed his forehead against yours. He shuddered in pleasure as your walls tightened around him instantly. Your warmth sucking him in.

"You feel so perfect, fuck, Blondie. God, I love you -- I'm so in love with you, baby," he rambled, whimpering as he pulled out, looking down at his glistening length. "Can you see that, honey? You're so fucking wet."

You nodded desperately, tears prickling in your sleepy eyes. Your breaths mingling together when he pressed his lips to yours as he pushed his cock back inside of you, burying himself deep inside.

The sleepiness was still very much present in your body, mixing with the pleasure now as he began to fuck you, rolling his hips slowly but deeply, his hands on your waist as he kept you in place. His eyes were fixed on you, watching you in awe as the streetlights from outside shone into your bedroom, illuminating everything just the right amount.

Words couldn't describe how much he loves this, how much he loves you, how he can't get enough of this -- fucking you, making love to you, kissing your body, leaving love bites all over, marking you up as his, even when everyone already knows.

His body was on fire, his stomach and chest fluttering as he watched how your eyes filled with love looked up at him like he was some god.

He leaned down and pressed kisses to your jawline, to your neck and under your ear. Sighing in contentment when you tugged at his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and closer until there was not even an inch of space between you. You needed him close, he could feel it when he felt your fingers digging into his shoulder blades, when he felt you clenching around him.

He whispered your name softly, moans tearing from his lips as he felt how you were getting more and more soaked, the noises of it adding to his and your pleasure.

"I won't last long," he whispered as he grabbed the pillow beneath your head and he pulled himself back up to face you again, to press his forehead to yours, to kiss your puffy lips. "You feel so fucking good, baby. Can't ever get enough of you."

You tried to speak but the pleasure became so overwhelming. Your stomach tightened, the heat building and burning inside of you. Your clit aching and as though he could feel it, he pressed his fingertips against it, rubbing circles on it.

"Steve! I'm... please!"

His hazel eyes burned into yours with love and neediness. His heart was beating so strongly, you could feel it against your chest.

His moans turned into whimpers, his balls tightened as his cock twitched inside of you, prompting him to move faster, deeper, harder.

"Please what? You want to cum, baby? You wanna cum all over my cock, hmm?" He groaned against your lips, eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.

"Yes! Yes, Stevie!" You whined beneath him, writhing and shaking beneath him. "Want you to fill me up, please... need your cum in me so bad, baby."

His heart burst every time those words fall from your lips and he has to hold himself together not to bust inside of you the second you utter those words.

Your hands moved to his shoulders, up to his neck before they finally reached his face. You cupped his cheeks, "please," you whispered before you kissed him again.

Steve continued to push in and out of you, kissing you passionately and softly as his hips rolled harshly against yours. One hand between your thighs while the other cupped the back of your head to protect you from the wooden headboard.

The heel of your foot dug into his ass, your soft hands held his face.

It didn't take much longer, he was so sensitive already. One... two... three more thrusts and he came inside of you. Moaning loudly into your mouth as you came undone with him, whimpering and crying out of pleasure.

Your tongues moved against each other, lips moving slower. You clung to him as he clung to you. His fingers now brushing through your hair as you ran your fingers up and down his spine, leg falling from his waist as the weakness hit you.

He stopped moving, though he didn't pull out just yet, staying inside of you. He wanted to keep feeling you, to be close to you, as close as possible.

And you wanted it too, no matter how much you were shaking, no matter how sensitive you were too.

You broke the kiss in need of air but he didn't pull away without giving you one more peck. A lazy smile appeared on his face when your eyes crinkled in delight.

He leaned closer and kisses away your fallen tears.

"My gorgeous girl," he whispered into your skin. "I love you so much."

Your heart soared at his words. You kept moving your finger up and down his back. Brushing his hair out of his face with your other hand.

"I love you, my handsome man." You said, giggling when he blushed at your words as he pulled himself back up to look down at you. "You're cute."

Your eyes were dropping again as the sudden tiredness hit you. A yawn fell from your lips and he watched you with an adoring smile.

"Tired me out again, Lego Head."

He snorted at the nickname, poking your waist, he made you flinch and squeal, "hey!"

"I'm sorry, Blondie," he chuckled as he buried his face in your neck, pressing his lips to the marks he left on you. Exhaustion hitting him now too.

You hugged him, holding him against you, you sunk your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp.

"I'll make breakfast in the morning, baby," he whispered tiredly, continuing to kiss you.

"Waffles?" You smiled.

"Mhmm, Waffles."

A beat of silence took over, your eyes were already closing, sleep lulling you back in when his hand pressed against your stomach.

"Can't wait to put a baby inside of you, Blondie."

You rolled your eyes but you couldn't deny the fluttering of your heart, the excitement his words left you with.

And he smiled as he felt you hugging him tighter after pressed a kiss to his forehead. Contentment and happiness rushing through him the way it never did before you.

"I love you," he whispered again, followed by your name that always falls from his lips so beautifully.

"I love you too, Steve."

And with that, he closed his eyes again, keeping his face in the crook of your neck, falling asleep in the arms he found home in.

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Shelter - 2

Summary: You save Soap's life. Yours continues to go off the rails. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley/F!Reader Warnings For This Chapter: Canon typical violence, panic attack, my continued attempt to write Soap and Ghost's accents, military inaccuracies, more canon divergence, Soft!Simon. MINORS DNI A/N: I truly cannot believe how sweet you guys were about the first chapter. Thank you so much for being so kind! I apologize for the wait. I was almost done with this chapter when I decided I hated it and scrapped all of it and started over. I also finished another draft of my novel! Busy times. This is definitely more of a slow burn romance and I'm thinking it'll be around 10 or so chapters.

Well, at least you were out of the hospital room. It wasn’t far from the hospital room, but the horrendously beige room down the hall had a television and a few chairs you could sink into and a small kitchen that always seemed to be stocked with snacks in neat boxes on the counter. Were they good snacks? Not really. But you weren’t about to complain when it was a break from the nutrient dense and flavorless food they’d been shoveling down your throat the last handful of days.

Coronation Street was playing on the television as you soaked a plain biscuit in your tea. This was probably a breakroom of some sort, cleared out of anything that you could have possibly used to communicate with the outside world and you were pretty sure the blinking light in the corner was a camera to make sure you weren’t going to do anything ridiculous. Like climb out a window.

No.

You just wanted out of that stupid room with its uncomfortable bed and terrible pillow and beeping machines.

The biscuit crumbled in half when you tried to remove it and you stared at your tea for a stretched moment as the soap opera continued to drone on. Dammit. You shoved the rest of the biscuit into your mouth and then sipped on the tea for a moment before digging out the remnants of the biscuit with your spoon. Not your proudest moment.

You were pulled from your sad cup of tea and entertainment by the door opening and Soap walking in, arm still in his matching sling.

“Why am I hearing about ye not taking yer pain killers?” He asked instead of a greeting. You found that Soap did that. He barged right into things. No slow starts for him. It would be endearing if this were any other situation.

And just like you not saying anything to Ghost about your sister and why she wouldn’t be found in any intel about you, you wouldn’t give Soap a straight answer either. You were not going to take any of those pain killers if you didn’t feel like you needed them. You knew… Well, that didn’t matter right now. “Are they telling you my medical history? I don’t think that’s legal on either side of the pond.”

He frowned. The big Scot frowned and you almost laughed with how it made him look like a puppy. “Don’t ye need it? Ye were shot.”

“I’m aware of that. Trust me.” You turned and grabbed at the sleeve of biscuits, knowing it was a blatant change of topic. “These are awful, by the way.”

Soap snatched them out of your hand and scowled at them. “These are shite. Why’d ye do that to yerself?” He then pivoted and rummaged through the cabinets you weren’t brave enough to open and then set down a pack of shortbreads in a fancy looking tin which he popped open with one hand (you tried not to be jealous about that particular skill). “That’ll be the only thing going near yer tea.”

The shortbread was delicious and you wordlessly made another cup of tea for yourself and a cup of coffee for Soap. You were prouder than you wanted to admit to hear you guessed correctly when you said he looked like he preferred coffee and prouder still when you dug some out of the cabinet and made it just the way he said he liked it as he settled on the lumpy couch beside you to watch the rest of the episode. He knew what was going on better than you and regaled you with the storylines long since finished and convoluted family ties of the characters. It was nice. Soap was…nice.

He had finished his coffee by the time the episode ended and scooped up your mug on his way toward the breakroom’s tiny kitchenette and set them both in the sink. He turned back toward you, bright blue eyes scanning your face for something. He had a casual set to his shoulders, even with the sling, but you knew the look of a smart man trying to pick his words carefully. Soap honestly reminded you, just a little bit, of a guy you went to highschool with, who looked the part of loveable idiot but eventually went to an ivy league school on a football scholarship. He was currently a doctor, knee deep in cancer research, if those annoying alumni emails had any truth to them.

“Just say what you need to say. I’m sure I can handle it.”

The corner of Soap’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “I wanted to let ye know that yer intel was good.”

You just nodded. That would explain why you hadn’t seen the other three lately. They had been sent to Kastovia. “That mean I can go home?”

Soap sighed and your heart shriveled a bit more. “No, lass. I’m sorry.”

Someone had left a calendar in the breakroom. You had tried to keep track of the days that had slipped by, but you just wanted to be sure. You counted on your fingers how many days you thought had passed, but the pain killers the first few days after the tunnel had made everything hazy. You worried your bottom lip with the blunt edge of your teeth as you flipped through the next month and dragged your finger down to the day you knew Kirby was due.

Just a few short weeks. That’s all you had. You needed to be there. You needed to be back in time. You’d promised Kirby you would be. You’d never broken a promise to your younger sister and you didn’t want to start now. Those stupid, useless tears stung at your eyes again and blurred the calendar dates. “Fuck.” You wiped at your eyes, trying to keep them from falling before anyone saw, before you felt more useless and trapped than you already did.

Another episode of Coronation Street was playing, a hum at the back of your mind, but it started to mutate and grow until it was a screech. You needed to get to Kirby. They had what they needed from you. You would sign anything they wanted, change your name, dye your hair, live off the grid. But you needed to see Kirby.

You promised.

The door opened easily and you strode out into the hallway. Did you know where you were going? Not really but you just needed to leave. You could figure out the rest later. After all, Kirby always said you landed on your feet. It was time you proved her right. You turned down another hall and yelped when a meaty hand clapped on your uninjured shoulder. You turned, tamping down the urge to throw an elbow and snarled as you realized it was only Soap and his ridiculous blue eyes.

“What’re ye doing?”

“I’m leaving. I have to go.” Your heart thudded painfully as you turned, slipping out from his grip. The edges of your vision started to blur and you hated that you knew what this meant. It had been years since you felt like this—but this situation hadn’t exactly been great for your mental health.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Each beat of your heart hurt.

“Ye cannae do that, lass. Ye know that.”

“I’m leaving.” You turned again to leave and grunted when he pulled at the back of your shirt. “Let go of me.”

“Lass-”

You turned and tugged your shirt free, letting the snarl curl your mouth as your vision continued to tunnel.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

“I’m leaving!”

What happened next was not your finest moment but you’d also been through worse. Soap reached for you again and after you pulled out of his grip once more, he lowered his shoulder and ran at you, hauling you up and over. His arm anchored you down, a weight across your back as his shoulder dug into your stomach. You didn’t even freeze as he turned, presumably to bring you back to the breakroom. Your arm pushed out of its sling and you wrapped your hands around one of his thighs and let his next step help pull you from his grip. Heat lanced across your shoulder as you wiggled against the grip until you yanked your legs free and kicked them above his head and over your own until your heels hit the ground. And then you were throwing yourself forward and dashing down the hallway. Out. You needed to get out. You needed to leave. Every breath burned a little more and-

The tile was cool against your cheek but Soap’s arms were a heavy firebrand as they banded around your waist. “Calm down. Calm down fer me.”

You thrashed against his hold as he stood but he didn’t seem to care and it wasn’t like you were a match to those dumb, hulking muscles. But still, your memory was hazy as he dragged you back to the breakroom and shoved a shortbread into your hand.

“Now, I’ll talk to someone. But ye cannae do that. Ye understand?”

By the time Simon arrived back on home soil, they’d moved her and Soap to a different part of the base. A hall of barracks that had been recently constructed but not yet assigned to a different squadron had been a good place to hide away their injured sergeant and American informant. Laswell had informed Price of the move and then sent along a video in lieu of an explanation.

Simon wasn’t entirely sure how many times he watched her claw and wiggle her way out of Johnny’s grip but Price did eventually take the phone away from him. (But not before Simon sent himself a copy.) She was wily. Strong. Stubborn.

Even when she had tears smeared across her face.

It was easy for Simon to claim one of the rooms as his own—it had always been better for Simon to be on base anyway. His flat in Manchester never felt like home. Just an expensive place to rest his head when he was ordered to take his mandated leave. Knowing the others were down the hall was more comfortable than any sort of high priced pillow anyway.

The mission had been successful. And a shitshow. The second, and larger, cache of gas in Kastovia had been exactly where her intel had said it would be in a barren steel plant. But the handful of missiles had been an unexpected find. As had the small militia that awaited them. While they had been easily dealt with, one of them managed to set off what Simon could only describe as a failsafe to take out the entire plant and the surrounding area. The gas dissipated quickly but not before it had caused extensive damage. Makarov wanted them dead. And he wanted her dead, too, if the picture one of his men had pinned up beside a map of different caches and routes to take over borders was any indication. It was upside down and some artist had taken it upon themselves to scratch out her eyes and draw an obvious axe buried in her neck. Charming. There were a few smaller pictures beside it but he didn’t get a clear look at them.

The explosion meant they didn’t have more than the one picture Gaz took of the map and Simon’s lungs burned a bit every time he took a breath. Nik had been quick in the exfil but still cut it close. Too close. And it grated on his every nerve that Makarov hadn’t been there. Still in the wind.

Simon had been told to visit the medbay before going to bed—Laswell was supposed to be arriving tomorrow for a debrief—but he thought that was more of a suggestion than an order. He’d dropped his bag on the floor and rinsed off before lumbering into the small bed, letting the standard-issue sheets scratch at his skin. It felt like coming home. And he watched the video again, feeling a strange smile push at his mouth.

He could bother Johnny about her ability to get away from him in the morning.

The doctor whose name you couldn’t be bothered to remember told you to start physical therapy. And, just your luck, Soap had been told to do the same. If he was wary of you because of your outburst, he didn’t show it at all. He would smile at you, eyes crinkling, over his coffee whenever you opened your door at the crack of dawn. A tea would be in his other hands and ready for you. It was a nice routine as more days continued to slip by.

You’d stretch and grumble about the slowly fading pain in your shoulder and Soap would do the same. At least you didn’t need to use the sling anymore. But this was, pathetically, probably the closest you’d had to a friend. He’d talk and talk and talk. About his mom and sisters up in a small town outside Glasgow. About the dog he had as a kid—“Boots was the best dog a boy could have, lass, lemme tell ye.” About anything that seemed to pop into his head as the sun would intermittently peek out from behind the low hanging clouds to splash warmth across the dead grass beneath your sneakers. You counted it as a win that they let you outside. It was behind a fence with razor wire at the top, but a win is a win. Mostly. Maybe they were seeing if they could actually trust you outside those beige walls.

You’d swallow nails if it meant you could be at Kirby’s side when she needed you.

One of the more ridiculous exercises the doctor had you and Soap do was passing a yoga ball between one another—of course, you had to move your arms a certain way to get the right stretch or whatever, but it all felt a little silly, even with the twinge growing more pronounced with each pass. Hands on top and on bottom, twist so they’re on the side, hand to Soap. He’d repeat.

“This feels very stupid.”

“Aye. But they’re watchin’ so we’d best play nice.”

The yoga ball nearly slipped from your suddenly-slick fingers. “What do you mean?” You’d heard a bit of thudding from the empty room next to yours last night but thought it was a faulty air unit. Was there someone else here?

“They got back last night. Give ‘em a chance to settle before they say hello, aye?” Soap’s blue eyes sparked with mirth and you might have shoved the ball back at him a little harder than necessary. He just laughed at you.

You chanced a glance at the rectangular windows cut into the metal building, close to the sharp edge of the roof. He was probably just being funny, but now you couldn’t fight the feeling of someone watching you. And why did your mind conjure Ghost’s ridiculous mask?

He hadn’t said much after you had told him you weren’t going to pour your heart out to him. But he’d continued to stare until he and the others left for Kastovia without a word. One guy who’d found you “mysterious” while you were in undergrad thought that he could figure you out and stared, too. Thought that his attempt at a psychology degree would unravel all…well, all of you. He gave up after a couple of months. Ghost didn’t seem the type to give up. But that still didn’t mean that you were going to tell him anything.

You threw another glance toward the window and the yoga ball hit you in the face.

Simon stared down at the inhaler. This was stupid. The doc had hurriedly explained that being exposed to the gas during the explosion had done a number on Simon’s lungs. At least he wasn’t Price who’d hit his head on his way out and was told he’d had a concussion and also needed the inhaler. Gaz had been the only one who’d managed to get out mostly unscathed aside from needing a butterfly bandage for a cut over his eye.

His next breath burned and Simon finally shook the damn scrap of plastic and took a puff just as he heard the back door open. He stood and watched Johnny and the woman trudge out into the dead grass, carrying a few bits of equipment, including a yoga ball, craning his head just enough to see them through the high window. And well, if he stood on the small desk chair to watch, who would know?

He couldn’t hear them but he watched her throw a few glances toward the window. And then Johnny hit her in the face with the yoga ball. She promptly slingshotted one of the resistance bands at his head in retaliation.

“Heh.”

The debrief later that morning with Laswell had gone as expected: More intel was good. Makarov not being spotted was bad. They needed time to heal. Farah and Alex would investigate possible gas caches just within Urzikstan’s borders.

The picture Gaz managed to grab was helpful and did verify a majority of the intel they had already. But it did mean that Makarov’s network was larger than they had ever thought. One of Laswell’s contacts had enhanced the slightly blurry picture and Simon recognized each of the 141’s faces, pinned to the board, too. They were targets just as much as she was. Small bits of paper stemmed from Price, Soap, and Kyle’s pictures and Simon knew what they represented even without the fancy tech trying to make it clearer. They were hunting for weak spots. Family. Friends.

They needed to leave. Keep low. Hide. Simon hated it. He hated that the others had families on the line and he could do nothing but take a few puffs of his stupid inhaler and wait. These were men who’d become his brothers-in-arms and their families were at risk. He knew what it was like to lose.

Price’s hacking cough basically ended the debrief and Laswell said she needed to make some calls, disappearing to another part of the base and Price griped as Kyle urged him to go back to medical. Johnny said he was going to start packing.

Simon walked away as Price continued to grumble and walked down the small hallway toward the bunk rooms and–

BANG.

Simon paused just for a moment, straining his ears as he pushed further down the hallway. With how the mission had gone, he couldn’t rule out that someone had attempted to get onto base and finish the job the gas couldn’t. There were security gates and checkpoints, of course. The high fences. And this part of the base was underdeveloped for now. But having a traitor in the midst wasn’t something Simon could write off.

“Fuck,” came an annoyed voice.

The tension slipped from his shoulders as he pushed open the nearest door.

Sitting in a chair in front of the mirror atop the tiny dresser, she was picking at her stitches with a pair of needle nose pliers. A small pile of the twists sat atop the dresser—apparently she’d been at this for a while. Simon walked in, watching as she leaned closer to the mirror, trying to see the stitches across her shoulder better as she plucked at them. She’d jammed her tongue between her teeth and the strap of her thin top had been tugged down. A book, probably pilfered from the breakroom, was open beside her.

(Simon stared. Just for a little.)

The pliers fell from her hands and bounced off the dresser before hitting the floor. That had been the sound he’d heard.

“Need a ‘and?”

She let out what he could only describe as a squeak as she turned toward him, hurling the book at his head as the pliers slipped from her other hand. He caught it without letting loose the laugh he felt growing.

“Jesus Christ! How long have you been standing there? Don’t you knock?”

“Heard something. Thought something bad ‘appened.” Not a lie. He tossed the book onto the bed. He watched her mouth curl at the edges and Simon wasn’t sure if she was going to yell at him or laugh.

“Right.” She stared at him for a little longer before bending down to grab the pliers again. She settled in front of the mirror again and stared at the remaining stitches. At least the ones she could see. Simon had a clear view of the mess of stitches on her back. She’d never reach those.

She stared back at him in the mirror. The grip she had on the pliers was tight and grew tighter when he stepped closer. But he still easily pulled the tool from her hand and then reached down to turn her chair around to face him.

“What’re you doing?” She asked as he started to untwist the next stitch.

“Helping.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Doin’ it anyway.”

Well, fuck.

You could do very little except stare at Ghost as he undid each of the stitches. You weren’t stupid enough to tell him to fuck off. What he was doing was nice. You couldn’t deny that but why the hell was he doing it? He was even bigger from this angle as he loomed over you. But he was being gentle with you, so gentle. And silent. Maybe it would be better if he talked to you through it all or said anything at all, but he was…quiet.

And so were you.

Until the door opened again and Gaz came in, gun drawn. You had pivoted back toward the door, only for a moment before Ghost let out a short, sharp breath from behind his mask and nudged you back into position. You still managed to see Gaz holster his weapon with a smile on his face, perfect teeth glinting in the low light. “All good here, LT?”

He grunted but didn’t turn to look at his teammate. You chanced a look up at Simon to see him still singularly focused on your stitches. His dark eyes didn’t stray from them even though you were sure he could feel you looking at him.

By the time he reached down to turn your chair again, letting him start on your back, you found yourself liking how quiet he was. Small talk had never been your forte and you surmised that it wasn’t high on Ghost’s list of skills either.

When his thumb pressed into your spine, covered by the harsh fabric of his gloves, you tried not to shiver as you let him move you so he could see the stitches better. And he removed those, too.

It was when his finger trailed against the new scar on your back, barely a whisper of a touch, that you couldn’t stop it. God, you really were pathetic. When he moved the strap of your shirt back up your shoulder, you managed to bite the next one back. “Thanks,” you said, the word uneven and warbled. “You going to help Soap take out his, too?” You weren’t sure if you were being sarcastic or not.

The way Ghost tilted his head made you think he wasn’t sure, either. “Cap did ‘is already. Looks like shit.”

And you laughed.

The nondescript SUV rocked slightly side to side as it tore down the road. Gaz seemed hellbent on getting wherever you were headed quickly. There had been some good-natured ribbing about not letting Ghost drive. They seemed to like each other, a good camaraderie between them that seemed as easy as breathing. But you guessed that would probably happen in their line of work. Defying death together usually did that. Price, however, did seem at least a little put out about not being the driver.

And you were stuck at the back of the SUV, listening to them talk amongst each other. To his credit, Soap and Gaz both tried to involve you in the conversation. They would ask what you had been doing in London, if you’d ever been outside the city, if your shoulder was giving you trouble. It was nice.

They were still nice.

You didn’t really understand why they were trying so hard but you weren’t about to ask. Especially not now when you had a black bag over your head. They didn’t really trust you but it had been a weird kindness when you’d felt Ghost buckle you in and place a light blanket over your lap before you’d departed. It was probably a silent order to go the fuck to sleep seeing as you hadn’t been sleeping well since you’d hastily weened yourself off the most intense pain killers. It didn’t help that you’d been shuffled outside right after midnight and told to get in the back of the vehicle without much fanfare. And you knew better than to argue.

You had a bag over your head and were heading to an unknown destination. The power dynamics didn’t exactly scream trustworthy. They kept you alive, that was true. But they didn’t trust you. Funny.

You leaned your head back against the seat and sighed, the fabric rustled against your mouth. It was a strange feeling. Weirdly comforting, like when you’d push your face into the pillow and scream when you were a child, desperate for an outlet.

“I can see why you like the mask,” you muttered.

“Whot?”

Hm. You said that out loud. Well, too late to take it back now. “I said I see why you like the mask.”

“She’s bloody insane,” Gaz whispered. But you liked to think he was smiling while he said it.

“Maybe Ghost’ll lend ye one of his? Ye two could match.”

There was an answering smack and “och, what was that for, LT?” before the blanket was adjusted over your lap.

“Go to sleep.”

You smiled beneath the bag. And, knowing you had nothing better to do…you went to sleep with Ghost’s low rumbling echoing in your ears.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you think!

[rafes-slut]

Suck baby

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit content, public humiliation, non-consensual behavior, manipulation, power dynamics, adult content

Summary: rafe dragged you to boring party you were bored and once he noticed so he made you suck on his fingers in middle of the party

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The noise of the birthday party echoed around you, the bass of the music thumping in your chest as you found yourself nestled in the corner of the room. Rafe had insisted you come, a frown forming on your face as you glanced around. It wasn’t like you hated the people at the party, but the conversations felt distant, surface-level. Rafe was always talking to someone else, leaving you alone in your corner.

You sighed, your fingers resting on his large hand, which was carelessly draped across your lap. The weight of his hand grounded you in a strange way, but it wasn’t the weight that captured your attention—it was the way his veins popped under the surface of his skin. His fingers were long, veiny, covered in rings that gleamed under the dim lighting of the party. You couldn’t stop yourself from tracing the lines of his veins, feeling your mouth go dry as you followed the path of the ringed metal with your fingertips.

Rafe was a force of nature, a constant presence, always in control, no matter the situation. Even in the midst of the party, surrounded by people, he never let go of your attention. His hand never left your lap, and his fingers flexed every now and then as if he was aware of your quiet fascination.

You weren’t sure if he noticed or if he was just that good at reading you, but you caught his eyes a few times, and each time, his smirk grew wider. He was watching you, enjoying your fascination with his hand, knowing full well what was running through your head.

Rafe, always the possessive one, never shied away from the hold he had over you, even when others were around. The casual touches, the unspoken power, all of it drove you crazy. His hand shifted slightly, his thumb gently grazing the side of your lips before lingering there, the warmth of it making your skin burn. He continued his conversation with one of his friends, not acknowledging what he was doing to you, but it was obvious he knew the effect he was having.

You caught his gaze again, and this time, there was something darker in his eyes. His thumb moved slowly, tracing your lips for a moment, as if savoring the way you reacted. You couldn’t help but let out a soft breath, your lips parting just slightly under his touch.

And then, without warning, his thumb slipped past your lips, pressing against the inside of your mouth. You froze for a moment, heart hammering in your chest as you realized what was happening, but you didn’t pull away. You never could when it came to him.

His fingers slipped further, two of them now inside your mouth, as his thumb continued to tease your lips. He never broke eye contact with you, his face still calm as he spoke to his friend, as if this was all part of the plan. You were entirely at his mercy, his control tightening with every passing second.

You had no choice but to obey, to let him use your mouth however he pleased. His fingers slid deeper, forcing you to suck on them, the taste of his skin overwhelming you. You could feel the eyes of the crowd on you, but Rafe didn’t care. You didn’t either. All that mattered was him, and the way he manipulated you, making you obey without a word.

The pressure built, the need to please him, to obey his every command. His eyes never left yours, watching you with a mixture of pride and satisfaction. He was proud of you for listening, for doing exactly what he wanted, even in front of everyone.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rafe pulled his fingers out of your mouth, his hand now cupping your chin as he leaned in close. His voice was low, only for you to hear.

“Good girl,” he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

[moody-alcoholic]

This Is Going To Hurt

Part 3 - Useful Hostage

Summary: Poly141 x reader, established relationship, medic reader, kidnapped reader, mini fic.

CW: Dead dove don’t eat, use of weapons, death, torture, blood, assault.

AN: My birthday is on Wednesday so I'm taking a break from writing to do birthday things.

Masterlist and A03 links coming soon™ Part 1, Part 2

Enjoy <3

You actually get a break from the torture. Which means you get some sleep. Maybe it’s a thank you, but more likely they’re going to let you get your strength back up before it continues. The room you’re being held in is small, there’s only the door, no windows or vents. 

In fact you haven’t seen the sun since you were taken. You have no idea what time of day it is, how long it has been. There’s no point in trying to keep track, they purposely avoid a schedule, come for you at what seems like random times to take you to the bathroom or for more torture. 

You’re woken mid sleep and dragged back into the wetroom. That’s what you’ve started calling it, you always leave the place wet and shivering. It’s getting harder and harder to fight against your instincts and keep quiet, not panic. The safe space in your mind is getting harder and harder to imagine, it’s almost like the mental barriers you try to put up are being pulled down one by one. 

“No one is coming for you.” The stranger says, you turn your head to look at him while you gasp for air.

“You’ll die here. Alone.” You can’t help but scoff. You always knew this would happen, now they’re switching up their tactics. Maybe they’ll try and flip you, try and promise you a new life. It’s not going to work, it will never work. 

He doesn’t try the new tactic for long before switching back to the questioning. At one point you think you pass out because the next thing you know your straps have been undone and you’re rolled on your side heaving onto the floor. 

Angry voices ring in your head before you’re hauled back to your room. Everything hurts, your stomach and your lungs. The wound on your arm- you’re pretty sure is infected at this point. You can barely keep yourself up as you're thrown back into the room and the door is slammed closed. Like you have the energy to do anything right now. You pull yourself up into the corner of the room. 

Laying down just makes your stomach turn. You wish it would end. For the first time you feel your resolve slip. 

He’s right, they’re not coming for you. You’ve always known that, you just didn’t want to admit it, somewhere deep down you hoped they would come for you. You feel tears come even though you’re too exhausted to cry. 

You just hope they’re safe wherever they are.

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“We’re in.” Soap says in Price’s ear. 

“Keep it tight, we need at least one of them alive.” Price says. This is their only chance to get intel, without having to resort to other methods. Price and Gaz move to the front door of the small house. There’s at least 5 people in here, all hostile.

Price pushes through the door first hearing Gaz following behind him, Ghost and Soap will be making their way around the ground floor so Price makes a b-line for the stairs. He looks around quickly, making sure Gaz is following him as they make it up the steps. 

They take it one room at a time. There are 2 people both sleeping. They take them out silently, hands over their mouths, their throats slit. Price takes the first one, Gaz gets the second one. 

There’s no third floor which means the last 3 are on the ground floor. 

“Ghost, sitrep.” 

“Ground floor’s clear. 2 down, one in custody.” He responds. 

“We’re clear here too.” Price responds and nods at Gaz to make it back down the stairs. When they make it into the living room, Ghost and Soap already have him tied to the chair. 

“He speaks English.” Ghost says his eyes meeting Price. They’ve done a good job, they were quick, they have what they need. 

“Yeah, beggin’ for his life when we got him.” Soap says. Price sighs walking round the chair to stand in front of the man. He shouts something in Arabic. Price’s patience is wearing thin already. He has to keep cool, keep it together. 

It’s like there’s a timer in his head though, ticking down each second, minute, hour. The longer they take, the more chance you’ll be killed. The thought makes his stomach sink, he swallows the lump in his throat and lets the adrenaline calm his mind. 

“You took a hostage. Female, British, medic, we want to know where she is.” Price says. The man's eyes flick to him, there’s blood on his forehead.

“I don’t know anything about a medic.” He says. It’s a lie, Price knows that. He nods at Ghost who throws his fist into the man's face. As Ghost straightens back up, Price watches the man spit blood. 

“The hostage. Where is she?” Price asks. 

“Fucking American pigs!” He snaps spitting at Price’s feet. Price crosses his arms looking over at Ghost, who pulls a knife off his vest. 

“The hostage!” Price snaps. The man just laughs and Price lets out a sigh. Ghost walks over and plunges the knife into his thigh. He screams thrashing against the chair, shouting in Arabic. Price goes over bending down in front of his face. 

“Tell us where she is.” He orders through gritted teeth. 

“I don’t know.” He says between breaths. Price doesn’t believe him, he has to know something. Suddenly there’s a beeping Price shoots up watching as everyone raises their weapons towards the origin of the noise. 

Soap is the closest and he moves over to the table. “It’s a laptop.” He calls lowering his weapon. 

“Bring it over.” Price says and he comes over placing it down on the coffee table. When they open it, it shows a page with a video. In the middle a chair, the backdrop is all al qatala flags, Price sees the red ‘live’ watermark flashing in the corner of the video.

“What the hell?” Gaz asks. Price reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. 

This can’t be good. 

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The door to your cell opens, jolting you from sleep. It’s Sayyid, he has a bottle of water. You don’t even want it. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks putting the bottle down on the floor. You scoff as you move yourself back into the corner. Your body is stiff and sore, you wonder how long you were asleep for. 

“Fuck you. You don’t care.” You say. 

“I came to ask for your help.” He says, you look up at him confused. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You laugh, maybe you’re dead and this is hell.

“There was a missile strike, injured are being brought here.” Sayyid says. 

“Oh my God you’re not joking.” You say. He looks somber as he shakes his head. You get up to your feet taking a step towards him.

“I’m not helping patch up terrorists.” You say with anger in your voice. How dare he ask you to help the very people keeping you here. 

“Innocent people are hurt too. Civilians with no affiliation. You took an oath when you became a medic. Do no harm.” He says. Fuck him, how dare he throw that in your face. 

“Fuck you!” You spit your fist crashes into his face. “I spent the last few days being tortured and you want to lecture me about not wanting to help terrorists.” 

The door to the room opens, someone steps in but Sayyid shouts at them holding his hand up. You watch as he rubs his cheek. You wish you had the energy to throw a proper punch, you wish you broke his nose. 

“Your allies are the ones firing the bombs at us!” He snaps. You shake your head, you don’t have to help them. No one would blame you. 

You look back up at Sayyid. You would blame yourself though, you will blame yourself. Do no harm, who dares wins, none of it fucking matters at the end of the day. 

You joined to help people, to make a difference. You've treated the enemy before and if you get out here you will again. You won’t treat them, the people holding you here, just the innocent people caught in the crossfire. 

“Why are civs coming here and not going to a hospital?” You ask. He looks up at you sad. “Shit, they hit the hospital.” 

Fucking Americans. Why did they fire on a hospital? Maybe it was a stray? 

“They’re diverting critical cases elsewhere but we have to pick up the rest.” 

“I can’t believe this. I’m your prisoner. Why do you even trust me?” You say throwing your arms up.

“I don’t but what are you going to do? Run? You wouldn’t make it to the door.” He says. “We need- I need help. You might as well be useful.” 

“Okay. I need to see what you’re working with though.” You say crossing your arms. He nods and moves to the side so the man standing behind him can grab you. 

His grip is strong, his fingers digging into your skin as he drags you down corridors and staircases. You catch your first glimpse of the outside world. It’s dark out, you don’t get to look for long before you’re dragged away. You’re moving deeper and deeper into the building and down more stairs. You’re pretty sure you’re on the ground floor, or a basement by now. 

You’re about to go through some double doors that you assume lead deeper into a basement. This place is huge, way bigger than you thought it was. Suddenly there’s an eruption of shouting. You’re stopped and you turn behind you to see 3 men walking towards you. They sound angry, they have weapons in their hands. 

Sayyid walks past you talking to them. He gets shoved out the way and two of them grab you. You resist this time. 

“What the hell!” You snap. You look back at Sayyid who looks confused as you’re dragged back to the stairs.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you’re pulled up them. Something's wrong, somethings changed. They shout at you in Arabic as they continue to drag you down the corridors. You’re bought into a room and it makes your stomach sink. 

There are more terrorists, all holding weapons. One of the walls is covered by al qatala flags, there’s a chair and a camera, lights and a microphone. The whole place looks like a shitty movie studio. You’re dragged over to the chair and they force you down. You have to squint and the lights are bright in your eyes. 

The two men stand directly behind you. One them presses the barrel of his weapon against the base of your skull. You feel sick, your body freezes up. You look over and you can see yourself on a laptop screen, this is live. They’re doing a livestream? Why? 

There’s no way this ends well, you wonder if 141 are watching. You hope not. 

One of the men comes up to you and hands you a piece of paper. You look down at it then back up at him. 

“Read.” He says. You swallow looking back down quickly. 

“I can’t read.” You say. You’re not going to give them what they want that easily. He hits you with the butt off his weapon, it stings forcing your head to the side. His hand then grips round your neck forcing your head up to see him. 

“Read!” He spits before letting your head go. You clear your throat and look back down at the piece of paper in your hands. 

“In response to the recent missile attacks by the Americans on civilian targets including a local hospital.” You pause for a second looking over at the laptop. The barrel of the weapon is pressed harder into your head. 

“We have no other choice but to-” Your eyes snap up at the man standing next to the laptop. This can’t be real, this is not how things work. 

You’re worth something to them, you're a hostage. You look back down at the words on the paper. Apparently not. 

“Execute the hostage.” You finish. This is it, this is how you die. You feel fear rise in you, there’s no way you can get out of this you’re dead anyway. The paper is ripped out of your hands. You look back over at the laptop. Now you really hope they’re not watching. 

The man by the laptop moves to the front of the camera and says something in Arabic. You look down at the floor, you're not sure what you're feeling. Sadness, fear, confusion.

You're about to die.

You won’t cry, you won’t give them the satisfaction. When he’s done talking he comes over and presses a pistol to your temple. 

You look into the camera, you wish you could see them one more time, the people in the room start chanting when they’re done the man moves to stand in front of you. The barrel moving to your forehead. You look at him, right in his eyes. 

See you in hell fucker, you let yourself smile. He doesn’t deserve to break you, even now. You let out a breath and think of them all, John and Simon, Kyle and Johnny. You never stopped loving them. 

There’s a loud bang of a door being thrown open. Someone shouting in arabic. The gun barrel is pulled from your forehead. The man moves and you look over to see Sayyid rush in. There are more angry voices, people shouting. You wish you knew what they were saying. 

The same man turns back around to you, you see confusion in his eyes.

“Is it true, you are part of 141?” Your stomach sinks. How did they know? You didn’t tell them. His fist crashes into your face.

“Answer!” He demands. You’re not going to say anything. He pulls out a knife pressing it up against your throat. 

You swallow and it digs into your skin. “Where are they?” He spits. You keep as still as you can, your heart is pounding in your chest. you hold your breath.

“I don’t know.” You say through gritted teeth. You feel the blade slice into your skin. It makes your eyes water. Sayyid says something again. The knife is dragged away from your neck. Your hand goes up to it and you feel blood pool between your fingers, the wound is not deep, just enough to bleed. 

You look up at Sayyid who smiles at you. What the hell? What the fuck just happened? You watch the livestream get turned off. There’s another shout, another order, the barrel of the weapon is moved off the back of your head. You feel a sharp pain as something hits you over your head and everything goes black. 

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No one moves. No one says a word. 

Price can feel eyes digging into the back of his head, looking at the same screen they just saw you on. 

“She’ll be dead already.” The terrorist chuckles.

“John?” Price hears Laswells voice in his ear. 

“Send traffic.” He replies, trying his best to keep a level voice. 

“I traced it to a relay but that was as far as I got. Chances are you’ll be able to pick up the signal from there. I’ll send you the details.” She says. Price doesn’t reply, ending the call.

He reaches down, unclipping his pistol. He’s not even thinking as he clicks the safety off and shoots the terrorist in the head. 

“Laswell has a lead. Let's move.” he says putting his weapon back in his holster and walking to the exit.

Now they have even less time.

Banners by plum98

[imsofreakingtired]

Hi! First of all, I love your work so much, you have me crying and kicking my feet at the same time.

I'd like to put in a request for a plus-sized reader? If that's something you can do. Something about yearning from afar? She's so sweet and Sev's so not. She's worried she'd taint the pure soul she watches from across the bar only to find out the lamb wants the wolf just as bad.

(I low-key just want some plus-sized rep :/)

SUCH A CUTE REQ AAA also, “the lamb wants the wolf just as bad” WHAT A LINE HELLO??? i hope i did it justice 🙏

i wish i found love

content warning(s): none! just fluff, mutual pining, useless lesbians, mild suggestive content, happy ending

"sometimes i wonder if you'll ever let me in i wonder if i'm ever gonna find somebody i cry and i cry and i cry and i cry out to the heavens why won't you just send me somebody?"

Sevika is sure she is going insane. 

She’d be lying if she said you didn’t catch her eye the moment you walked into the Last Drop that one night. There was something about the way you moved, the ringing song of your laughter that found its way across the room to her ears—a sound she desperately tried to ignore as she scowled down at her card game, puffing away at her third cigarette. She had lost two rounds in a row because she was straining for scraps of the conversation you were in. Trying every possible subtle tactic to find out who you were, where you came from. Cursing the noises of a late night bar that drowned out what you were saying. 

Tonight is like most—there you are, sitting with a new companion on the other side of the bar, perfectly manicured nails tapping idly on the side of your glass as you give the other person a winning smile. When you stand up to order a second drink, Sevika watches your movements and swallows hard. You’re wearing a blouse and pants that hug your figure, showing off every curve in the shifting neon lights of the Last Drop. Making the very air around you look expensive. 

And your eyes. Fathomless yet bright. The innocent curl of your lips when you give the lucky bastard across the table one of those smiles. The secrets sitting in the corners of your mouth. 

Who is she?

“Hey chief,” says Grems, one of her gambling mates. “You’re showin’ all your cards.” 

She glances at him. “Round’s over.” 

“Huh?” 

“You heard me. Clear out.” 

The men exchange glances with one another, but they obey, grabbing up their winnings. Sevika sits back in her chair and lights another cigarette. 

✨—✨

At the bar, you lean closer and beckon to Chuck. He comes over, glancing nervously in Sevika’s direction. Everyone can already see that Sevika has claimed you as hers—they can see the way she watches you, the way she raises her head to attention when she sees you come into the bar. But when he looks over at Sevika, she turns her head away. 

“Chuck,” you say. “Don’t look so scared. She’s staring at me again, isn’t she?” 

“Uh…” 

You give him the irresistible smile you throw at strangers from whom you need information. He falls for it. 

“C’mon, tell me. Who is she?” 

“She…she’s Silco’s right hand,” he stammers. “You know. The Brute.” 

You sigh impatiently. “Gotta give me better than that. What’s her name.” 

“Sevika.” 

“Sevika,” you muse. “Thanks, Chuck.” You pat him on the shoulder and take your drink. You make sure to walk the long way round back to your table, and you can feel Sevika’s grey eyes burn in front of you. Just as you pass her, you tilt your head and let your eyes make contact with hers. Time seems to slow down. She looks at you cooly through the cigarette smoke, but her surprise shows in the way her brows lift slightly. 

Then the moment passes, you sit back down at your table. 

Your companion continues the conversation, but you barely hear a third of what they’re saying. Your thoughts keep wandering over to Sevika, who has left her tab on her table and now disappeared up the stairs. You know for sure she’s interested—she’s been watching you since you first began to frequent the Last Drop—why hasn’t she made a move? 

✨—✨

The truth is that Sevika is scared to approach you. 

That’s right, she thinks to herself, a wry smile on her face as she leans back into the couch in her empty apartment, slightly sweaty after touching herself to you, heart racing in her chest. Sevika of the fucking fissures, scared to talk to a woman as if she's some adolescent. 

She has borne the title Brute of the Underground like an afterthought, something she took for granted, a kind of placard to frame over the blood on her hands. But now it feels like a curse or a jinx, because she can’t think of your soft skin without thinking of the roughness of her own. She wants to feel your body against hers, she wants to kneel and drown in your sweet scent. But then she thinks of your laugh. The way you smile, nose wrinkling. 

How could she ever deserve to receive a smile like that? 

She imagines you recoiling from her, disgust clouding your pretty features. She imagines herself, massive and clumsy—nothing but muscle and scars and callused skin. She compares herself to you in a fantasized mirror and she can’t see a possibility of you ever wanting her the way she wants you. 

One night she is at her usual table, alone for once, making adjustments to her mechanical arm. A glass of whiskey sits among the tools and ashtray. She looks up listlessly as she takes a sip, returns to her work. When she looks up again you’re standing in front of her. 

Sevika nearly chokes. You’ve caught her off-guard, and you can see it. You can’t help but smile at her obvious embarrassment. 

“Mind me sitting here?” 

Without waiting for a reply, you sit down across from her.  

“I work nearby,” you say matter-of-factly. “I was thinking since you come here often as well, maybe we could have a drink together every now and then.” 

“Uh,” says Sevika. 

“Name’s Sevika, right? I’ve gotta run now, but can I claim you tomorrow night?” 

“Um.” 

You take that as a yes. As you walk by her, she can smell the sweet scent of your hair. She doesn’t see the triumphant smile on your face as you leave the bar. She also realizes too late that she never got your name. 

✨—✨

-> thank you @practicalgauntlet for the request! -> dividers by @bernardsbendystraws