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[screampied]

CUM RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE ☆

☆ sum. what’s bed chem? where they like to finish inside, when you both arrive at the same time, and the thermostat’s set at six-nine. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.

warnings. fem! reader, established relationships, unprotected, premature ejac, lots of cúmplay, ōral (m! receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstim, impact play, squírting, bōob job, manhandling, size kink, spít, brēeding kink.

☆ NANAMI KENTO - TUMMY.

nanami was a gentleman—he didn’t mind filling you up, but he’d rather prefer to paint your tummy instead. he’d always have you in missionary too, giving you deep passionate strokes whilst he’s buried nose deep near the crook of your neck. “sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good,” he softly rasps as blond tresses of hair glue against his perspiring skin. with just how close he was—you feel his husky pants ghost against your skin, nearly tasting his loud rosemary cologne scent. “mmh, missed you all day at work. had a boner in my meeting ‘n everything.”

“y- yeah?” you pant right with him, weak arms wrapping around his broad narrow shoulders. nanami’s so slow that it’s almost painful, trying to make every thrust count. you’re slathering his entire cock with nothing but your slippery slick, hearing the weeping sloshes purr from beneath your folds. he was hitting you good, and the back of your ankles find themselves running down his chiseled back. with a sheepish smile—you meet his mahogany-eyed gaze, moaning put sweet nothings. “you weren’t thinkin’ about me in your meeting, were you ‘ken?”

“ah,” he grunts, “you know i was, sweetheart,” and he’s staring at you with the most warmest expression. his soft fawn eyes linger on you the entire time and he brings a tender kiss near the twitching corner of your mouth. “all i think about is you,” he kisses near underneath your chin. “only you,” and you moan once he sneaks a hand down between your sprawled open thighs, giving your stuffed pussy a loving pat. “and of course her.”

nanami’s pace slowly accelerated as he moved— you can’t help but drag your nails down his back, clinging onto him for dear life. “fuck,” your head falls back against the cushioned pillow that’s laid directly behind you. his hips, they were delicious.

nanami pounds into you in such a romantic way, and yet his thrusts were far more crude. he knew how to fuck, and he knew how to hit all the right spots to make you gasp. “kento, ohmygod,” you’d whine out his name constantly in sweet repeated syllables. “faster, ‘s okay, fuck me. fuck m- me.”

“such a naughty mouth my wife has,” he whispers, and his voice pitches—growing a bit raspy. he’s driving fat inches into you, jaggedly crashing his hips into you again and again. you moan, feeling strands of his hair tickle against your forehead. “oughta clean it,” his voice goes even lower, and the bass that lives on his tone makes you throb. he feels it—your spongy insides desperately convulsing around him. nanami cups your chin, pressing a wet chaste kiss against your lips. “faster, hm? ‘s that what you want, my love?”

as your eyes start to flicker back, rolling toward the very depths of your cranium—you whimper, babbling out pathetic whiny cries by this point. “y- yes, faster please ‘ken. need it, fuck me.”

his body sticks against yours practically - skin against skin, and he’s attached to you like velcro.

your cunt’s soaking him fully and it makes him bite the inside of his hollow cheek. nanami reaches onto the wooden-made headboard with a single burly arm, and you moan at the sight of his bulging muscles flexing from his grasp. “i see you checking me out, honey,” he chuckles, his hips bucking even quicker. you whimper once his cock kisses up against your clit. it scratches such a carnal itch in your brain that makes your thighs almost collapse. fuck, he found the spot, he found that spot and now you were sure your brain was short-circuiting. fuzziness coils at your brain before you cutely try to paw your hands at his arms. “go ‘head. feel me up, sweetheart. these muscles belong all to you.”

as your hands feel against his brick hard muscles, nanami’s blond brows contort into a furrow once he feels a sudden familiar strain. “oh, god,” and you feel this pace gradually slow down. he bites his lip, still holding onto the headboard while another hand grips your waist. “honey, you’re gonna make a mess out of me again, fuck.”

nanami rarely swears—but when he does, it makes you throb. he tries not to, but whenever he’s stuffed deep inside of your cunt, he can’t help it. you’re clinging onto him with your pretty thighs wrapped around his slim waist. “cum, ‘ken.” you moan, flimsy arms wrapping around his tense shoulders. nanami’s weight hovers over you completely, and he feels your finger twirl against his faint blond chest hair. he huskily groans, giving you those last final deep strokes before shooting complete blanks.

with quickness, nanami pulls his cock out— and he sprays globs of satiny ribbons right on your bare tummy. he groans as his pink lips purse together and he’s shaking. your pussy’s so soaked, and he only imagined what would happen if he came inside. the thought purged his mind—flooding his thoughts, and he takes a few seconds before collapsing right on your chest.

“are you alright?” he pants, resting his chin between your breasts. for a faint moment, you see him pouting and you kiss his forehead. a sheepish grin spreads against his lips before you feel him softly pressing down on your tummy. “i wasn’t too harsh, was i?”

“again, kento,” you playfully coo, and he’s taken by surprise once you suddenly get up, lightly shoving him on his back. landing with a quiet ‘oof,’ nanami falls back against the bed with a timid look in his eyes, allowing you to straddle his lap. “this time, inside though.”

“yes ma’am,” he replies in a cheeky tone, still sweating as he brings his broad bare hands toward your waist. “let’s see if you can handle me, sweetheart,” and you moan once he abruptly spanks your ass, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “your move.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO - TITS.

“get on your knees,” choso mumbles, remembering you wanted him to be a bit more rough whenever it came to intimate activities. he’s got the biggest pout though as he’s stroking himself awkwardly, a pout twisting against his pink lips. “…please,” he murmurs quietly, watching as you got down on your knees, reaching an arm behind you to unclasp your bra. choso’s already panting as he gawks, swollen round thumb grazing up against his veiny bulging cock. “good girl, good.”

“you remember what to do next, baby?” you sweetly hum, cupping each of your springy tits. god, you looked so pretty. choso loved finishing on your chest. after you demonstrated to him what a ‘boob job’ was, he became obsessed. sure, he liked finishing inside too but he always preferred this—spraying creamy ropes near your breasts, and his favorite part was to always shove his cock in between them.

you taught him a lot, and maybe he was far dirtier than you expected.

with a nod, he continues to pump his cock into his hand before groaning out a, “mhm,” and he kisses his teeth. already, he was close. you drove him crazy - you and him both knew that, and it makes him get harder at realizing how big of a mess he’s about to make - on you.

choso’s cock was so pretty — it’s long, and stands tall right before your eyes. your eyes rove at how it’s got a slight left lazy curve due to how heavy it was, as well as having a prodding vein running down the middle of his shaft. you can’t help but lean in, lapping your tongue against the vein as you bounce your doughy twin mounds with the palm of your hands. “f- fuck, baby you’re teasin’ me,” he moans, a hand of his grabbing onto the top of your head. dewy eyes of yours slowly glance up at him and you hum, licking a long playful stripe right down from his swollen tip until you reach his shaven base. “ah, you don’t wanna wait, do you? should i just—”

“go ‘head, ‘cho,” you coo, twiddling your thumbs against the sensitive nubs of your nipples. doing so, you make yourself twitch between your legs and you moan, giving his achy tip a quick kiss.

“o- okay,” he swallows thickly, and his breaths become more and more shallow. choso’s abs tighten and clench and you watch how a single drop of sweat races down the very center. he’s got the prettiest expressions. his lip quivers before he gnaws on it, letting off a soft whine at the tightening pressure that’s arising against his cock. “baby, tell me if it’s too much,” he mumbles with pouty lips, and that’s when he aligns his shaft in between your jiggling breasts. a perfect fit, he moans immediately once you sit up with a teasing smile, circling your tits around repeatedly. “fuck, keep doin’ that. touch yourself, uh huh.”

as your hands cling onto your plump breasts, he’s slowly thrusting his dick in between your tits. you feel that same prodding vein that runs against his shaft against your skin and you sigh. “cum, choso. give it t’ me.” you softly utter, never breaking eye contact. choso practically had heart eyes — only you could talk to him like that and make him entirely weak. he lets off a sweet elongated moan, watching with saucer-wide eyes as his hardened dick’s gradually disappearing in between the valley of your breasts.

“ngh, ‘m cumming,” he groans in a low voice, inhaling his final sharp breath. as choso’s nostrils flare up, it’s only then that he abruptly cums on your chest, painting the upper part of your frame with his creamy white color. “mmh, shit,” his head tosses back, and his dick finally grows flaccid. choso’s soft now, and his tip’s still the same rosy white, streams and streams of speedily dribbling from the sides. he’s huffing as a bit of it plops on your cheek and you swipe a thumb against it, lapping it right up. “baby, you’re s- so dirty.”

“for you,” you reply in a honeyed tone, leaning in more to slowly swirl your tongue around his throbbing crowned tip. foaming minuscule bubbles ooze from the reddened head of his cock and he groans, still feeling the euphoric after effects of his body. the sensitivity of it all feels good, and it leaves an unforgettable sweet taste in his mouth. you’re still on your knees and as he’s coated the entire parts of your tits with spurts of hot dripping cum. you lick your lips, giving his tip one more kiss. “you did so good, baby. good boy.”

with his dick still in hand, his eyes widen at your praise and it’s so cute—he’s got literal heart eyes forming before his pout returns.

“… say that again,” he gruffs, a thumb delicately smearing against your glossed lips. you were covered in his mess, and he only wanted to do it more. “please, say that again.”

with a sheepish smile, you hum. “good boy?”

“mm,” he moans from just your words, and you gasp once he suddenly lifts you up. choso’s panting, and you realize he’s leading you toward the bedroom. “i- i need to show you just how much of a ‘good boy’ i can be. h-heh.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO - INSIDE.

“fuuckk, dunno who’s the bigger slut right now, baby girl. you or these. damn. hips.” toji groans, enunciating each virile thrust.

raven shaggy strands block his semi-blurred eyesight as his own sculptured hips continue to punctuate each hit against your very core. you’re moaning until the cords in your throat goes strained—he’s got you laid flat on the bed. ass up, face down.

his favorite, toji loved his doggystyle.

not only did he love it though, he was fucking mean. each jackhammering clap of his hips sends you whiplash as multiple breaths snatch out from your throat. “yeaaahhh, take it. fuckin’ take it. move that ass against me, don’t be lazy,” he grunts, verdant eyes peering at the doughy globes of your rear jerk and toss back against him. with a swatting hand going towards your left ass cheek, he grabs your hip with another. “oh, c’mon. you can move quicker than that big girl. thought you could take me.”

“hngh, i can,” you mewl out, hearing your own cunt retaliate against his teasing. he’s buried so deep that the crown of his cock’s just sloppily making out with your cervix. so big, the crooked stretch of his dick always makes you drool, aching for more within each pivotal stroke. you feel a scarred thumb of his caress down the juncture of your jittery waist as your cheek smushes up against your pillow. “toji, you’re jus’ fuckin’ big.”

“watch that mouth,” he swats a palm against your ass again, making you moan. the bed beneath you both wails out a plethora of groans, sounding as if it the headboard was about to shatter into a million pieces. the cocky authority in his low deep voice makes your cunt twitch — and oh, does he feel it. “cute, strugglin’ ‘ta take me ‘n yet your pussy’s tellin’ me something else,” and once he leans further in, his chest brushing up against your back, he’s even deeper. toji’s swollen fat crown massages through your walls and you whimper, feeling his hand softly wrap around your throat. “you’re soaking me, you know that? ‘n you said you weren’t even that wet, liar. .”

your eyes gradually droop once he creeps his hand up toward your face, popping two fingers into your mouth. “put that bratty fuckin’ mouth to use,” a husky voice whispers against the shell of your ear. you happily take his two digits, swirling your tongue around the thickness of them both whilst he’s still ruthlessly pounding you. your ass sticks up in the air and he groans, continuing to hump his hips achingly against your backside. “fuck, good girl. get my fingers wet. gonna shove ‘em right in this sloppy pussy later,” and he hears you let off a sweet needy coo. spanking your cunt with his free hand, he licks near your neck. “oh? you’d like that, huh doll?”

shamelessly, you nod at his words and he darkly chuckles. cute, even with your throat being stuffed with his fingers. and you’re nothing but a mess too. strings of spit drizzle down the inner crevices of your mouth as your tongue curls around his fingers. “shit, y’er gonna make me cum,” his breath grows shaky, and he hears your pussy starting to whine out airy moans of itself. gummy flesh sticks against each other from each thrust and it’s hard. both gripping mounds of skin clash amongst each other at full force and the impact rings through your ears. toji groans, feeling his full base starting to tighten and his jaw clenches. “gotta make this tummy plump again, just … gotta,” and his hips dramatically buck, plummeting every length inch inside of your sopping sweet cunt. “f- fuck!”

toji gets humbled by his own release before he cums—and he groans. that final merciless shimmy of his hips rigidly sealing the deal. within seconds, he’s cumming—emitting out masses of thick slimy ropes that quickly sprays the inner lining of your pussy. your mouth’s still full of his fingers and your lashes flap, eyelids becoming insignificantly heavy. you weakly grind your hips back on him and toji’s loudly grunting. “god, i need .. a minute,” and a drop of sweat races down his sculpted v-line. a hand combs through his shaggy unkempt hair as he’s still pumping you with such salacious virility. “ugh. gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. swollen all u-up,” and his voice falters once his cock finally finishes it’s sloppy spurts.

you felt warm, a few remnants of cum tear and ooze down the undersides of your thighs—he came that much, and you only wanted more. whenever toji came inside, he’d always think about making your tummy round ‘n plump again.

“t- tojiii,” you whine, his fingers popping out of your mouth. he slowly scissors his fingers together, glancing at the glistening trail of saliva you’ve gifted his digits before he gradually pulls his cock out. your thighs were sprawled open and you could just feel his dangerous eyes bore into your back. “fuck, ‘m full.”

“good,” he rasps, smearing a fat thumb down your drooling clit. velvety ropes of cum—globs of it leak out from your folds and you’re just stupidly smothered into the pillows - fucked entirely stupid. toji’s chest heaves in and out before he brings his thumb up to his scarred lips, getting a taste for himself. “hn. not bad. now roll that ass over, baby. ‘m not done givin’ you a good fill.”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN - ASS.

sukuna rarely pulls out but when he does, he likes to finish on your ass.

he loves more than anything to spank you until you’re whining from the swatting stings, constantly moaning out his name until your voice wears itself thin.

“your pussy’s always so weak,” he snarls, submissively having you on all fours. his chambers were quiet - minus the loud smacks of bodies clapping against each other every few thrusts.

his hips were maddened—he’s got you face down, fat cheek shoved into the silky made sheets with your tongue lolled out of your mouth. “ ‘s a shame, thought i trained it well,” the demon tsks, and your tummy curls once you feel his turgid tip swivel around your spongy insides. riiiight there, he hits every spot, feeling you slather all nth inches of his dick with your honeyed slick.

crimson red eyes peer at how well his dick continues to disappear within your walls—over and over, you’re gripping down on him like a vice and it makes him hiss. “there we go. there’s that pathetic squeeze,” and you moan, feeling him reach down to maneuver evil circles against your cunt. so sensitive, you writhe back against his hips and his forked tongue licks against the inside of your neck. “aw, someone’s pussy needed some lovin’ too, huh,” and as his warm breath ghosts against your skin, his thrusts grow sloppier. you shudder, feeling beads of sweat race down the cracked valley of your ass.

“suku—”

“quiet, woman,” he shushes you, a sharp nail softly grazing down your skin. you moan, taking in every lengthy inch until your toes curled. sukuna’s hips were just downright brutal—you were gasping as he moved, his pace growing completely crazed and relentless. you could barely keep up, and although he’d never say it aloud because his pride wouldn’t let him, he found it adorable. as his hands continue to toy against your stuffed squelching cunt, he groans against your ear. “hear that?” he purrs against your skin, each saturated slosh getting louder than the next, a wolffish grin curls against his lips. “you wait your turn to speak, right now it’s hers.”

your eyes were already starting to roll back, he’s hitting you deep, and that crooked curve of his cock makes you salivate everytime. “o- ooh,” you’d whimper out, feeling the fabric of his kimono tickle against your skin from each swift movement he makes. his angry tip smacks against your clit and it’s just so rude - hitting and slapping away repeatedly until your brain’s complete mush. he was right though - you were incredibly wet. your pussy was more of a crybaby than you were. the sloshing sounds pour out from your cunt bounce off the regal walls of his royal chambers and that’s when you shriek. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum ‘kuna—fuck.”

“thought i told ya to keep quiet, princess,” bruising your pulsating clit continuously until you’re seeing nothing but stars. your vision glimmers, and you can see the entire galaxy, all from his deep, deep thrusts. “but, fine,” and the curse groans, knowing he was reaching his monumental high too. sukuna’s giving you his all, his pace was insanity, insane—just like he was.

his skin glues against yours after each hard ferocious thrust, sharp smacks swatting against your skin. “fuck, better take it,” and you moan once he spanks your ass again. “i didn’t tell you to stop arching, little girl. keep up.”

you moan, his swollen fat ridge of his cock continuing to drag in and out of your dripping cunt, screaming out cute squelching ‘pop’s until you’ve just about had it. here it comes, you prepare a long breath before you end up squirting right down on his cock. you’re squeezing around him tightly, clamping against him and he grunts before shortly following your lead. sukuna’s hips get sloppy, and by this point he’s just humping you from behind.

“k- kuna, fuck,” you whimper, growing quiet once clods of frothy white cum start to bubble down the sides of his thick shaft. veins prod from each sides as he’s filling you up, and it’s so much. you’re salivating, feeling his hands claw up and down your body — a wordless indication that you’re his and his alone. both of you groan in unison and as you finish gushing out on him, sukuna grunts.

“good,” he murmurs, glancing down at the translucent ring that starts to form around his full base. you’re sopping wet, so much that it’s almost pathetic. even more now that he’s gave you his cum, and sukuna watched as you bawl your empty hands into the ivory colored sheets, making a cute attempt at trying to crawl away.

“runnin’ away so soon? get back here,” he purrs, and you moan once he drags you back with his hips, a low chuckle leaving from his lips. sukuna licks down your spine before a wide thumb smears against your cunt. your folds still ooze with sultry cum before he playfully bites against your neck. “you’re still weak. pussy needs more training,” and you gasp once he leans further in, pulling your hips back down once you tried to sit up.

“now, arch girl.”

☆ GOJO SATORU - MOUTH.

whenever you go down on satoru, he’s just so pretty.

leave it to him to always make the most sluttiest facial expressions, while moaning out even sluttier moans. his long, slender fingers grip against your hair, tugging at your scalp lightly as your head continues to bobble.

“oh, fuck. that’s it baby. god, you ‘n that mouth,” he huffs, and you can hear his tone shake once you teasingly skim your tongue down the side of his cock. streams of saliva pour past the corners of your lips as he’s encouraging you to go faster and faster. thin snowy brows compress together and he even bites down on his bottom lip, flexing his perfectly chiseled muscles all because of you. satoru’s right thigh starts to bounce and he grunts, hearing the sloshing wet sounds—the way you take him fully in your mouth. his flushed tip continues to thwack back against your uvula and he hears you moaning yourself, despite it being muffled. “mhm, use that tongue. don’t be shy, wanna see you do that thing again, b- baby. spit on it.”

departing your lips from his dick, you take a second to breathe—satoru watches with dilated pupils and needy eyes, cupping your chin. “go on,” his bottom lip quivers, and although he’s trying to keep up his tough dominate act, he’s already pouting. you have a smug smile, positioning your spit-slick lips toward his crimson tip, before gathering up a nice amount of saliva. lustrous strings tug from your lips, landing on the head of his cock and he grunts—you go back to sucking him off again with a few croaking sounds leaving the back of your throat. his tip’s fat, his girth even fatter. it reaches all the way inside of your mouth, until your pretty cheeks were all puffed and full. “god, you’re so fuckin’ nasty, baby,” he starts to whine, and he can feel himself getting close - too close. with low half lidded eyes, he watches as you use a hand to stroke up and down his length, sliding your tongue all around his twitching veins that print on his hardened cock.

satoru’s legs were about to collapse—he felt it. there’s a lump growing in the back of his throat as he watches you, sloppily thrusting his hips into your mouth. “talk s- so much, all you needed was dick ‘ta keep you fed, huh?” and even his dirty talk’s becoming whiny. you had him weak, he’s feeling himself tighten and he groans once your eyes meet his. you’re so smug, he hates it - but it secretly turns him on. your pace grows relentless. as he continues to have a big hand gripped on the back of your head, making you go even further down—he lets off a gasping wheeze. “shit, ‘m gonna cum. ugh, gonna cum baby,” and as his breath starts to grow more shallow, he uses another hand to stroke your cheek. “c- can i fill up this mouth again, angel? pretty please?”

“mmph,” you nod, finding your own hand creeping down between your legs to touch yourself. you were soaked, briefly drooling from the crevices of your thighs with slick. satoru’s breath hitches before his weak pumps inside of your throat starts to get slower and slower.

the second he cums—he lets off a maddened growl. it’s cute, it shoots out in thick ropes that paint all over your tongue. it was a lot too, his poor swollen tip’s all red as you’re letting him fill your mouth with such bittersweet heaps of cum. he perfectly paints near the roof of your mouth too. satoru’s face twists as he’s dumping everything out—he’s got the cutest expression, but with the way he’s panting and moaning loudly, it’s even more lewd.

his brows furrow and he’s still trying to pump his flaccid dick into you, he wraps a hand around it before letting off a shivering groan. “that’s a g- good girl,” he says through clenched teeth, slowly dragging his cock away from your lips. he loved seeing you like this, on your knees with your lips all swollen and plump. “hah, don’t swallow yet baby. let ‘toru get a good look first.”

as your knees bury into the soft minuscule fibers that make up the carpet floor, he cups a hand under your chin. your cheeks were still full and round, storing such amounts of his candied seed before he leans down. “say ah,” he demands in a shaky tone, watching as you immediately pry open your mouth. satoru feels his dick twitch at the sight of how he poured so much down your throat, tiny velvety bubbles bubbling all around. “good. . good girl,” and he finally tells you to swallow, ogling once you take in, savoring every bittersweet drop. a thumb briskly swipes against your damp lips slowly before he inhales a sharp breath, lowering himself to your head level. “now gimme a kiss. don’t be g- greedy, i want a taste too.”

once you lean in to kiss him—he moans right inside your mouth, luxuriating in the taste of himself lingering on his tongue. satoru tastes minty, a coolly mint taste forevermore stays on his tastebuds. “fuck,” he groans between sloppy kisses, and you feel his hands slither around your waist. they go toward your ass, giving it a nice squeeze and hearing you cutely gasp. once your mouth opens just a bit more, he delves his long tongue down your throat. satoru keeps moaning in your mouth, and that’s when you feel him starting to grind himself against you. his cock that now hangs was so soft, tears of dried cum pathetically leaking from the sides. with loud lips and teeth clashing amongst each other, he abruptly stands up again, wrapping a hand around his cock. “ngh, tongue. stick it out again, baby.”

you do, lolling it out and he whispers out a ‘fuck,’ once he sees your own drool streaming down your chin, landing on your tits. such a tease, satoru scoffs with a pout before bringing his achy cock up to your lips. “s- still hungry?” the white haired man asks with a quivering lip, smacking his tip against your tongue. you moan, the loud echoey slaps from his dick slapping on your tongue. you give him a nod and he’s got a sleazy grin, staring at your cute attempts to try and suck him off again. “heh, ‘course you are. such a cock drunk baby,” and with one more smack against your twitching tongue with his swollen tip, he starts to ease his way down your tight throat again. groaning, he huffs.

“n- now open niiiiice ‘n wide, baby. ‘m gonna give you that full, all you can eat, f- fuck.”

[mockerycrow]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a one shot with gn!reader who gets hurt in a mission trying to save Ghost and as he feels bad for it, so he gets reader a small plushie (kinda like those for the key chain) and when reader wakes up doesn't know it was ghost how gave it to them

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KEYCHAIN (Ghost x GN!Reader)

ghost masterlist — 1.3k words

authors note; it’s your local author criticizing their writing non stop again!!!!!! i feel like i could’ve written this better idk i’m sorry, anon! i wrote this whilst focusing on other projects </3

[WARNINGS; violence, descriptions of stabbing and choking, gore, hospital settings, fluff at the end.]

Ghost did not expect you to do what you did. Someone somehow managed to get the jump on Ghost from behind, wrapping their arms around the man’s neck with a knife in their hand. It was right in the middle of Ghost claiming he cleared a building; in his defense, he had cleared the entire building of every hostile for the exception of one. You heard him grunt and choke before going radio silent, you decided that you were on your way to his location the second something sounded wrong.

Ghost gasps for air and reaches for a knife of his own, trying to stomp his foot down on the man’s foot, but the man grunts and laughs when Ghost discovers he’s wearing steel-toed shoes. Ghost struggles against the man, his head beginning to swim—when is the last time he’s been overpowered like this?—and Ghost manages to grab one of his knives, taking it out of the sheath—

Ghost’s vision goes white for a moment when he feels the man’s blade sink into his abdomen, the man shushing him in his ear. “It’ll be over soon, big boy.” The man hisses, carelessly ripping the knife out of Ghost’s gut, making his legs buckle. Ghost must have blacked out for a moment because the next time his vision and hearing work, he’s on the ground in immense pain, witnessing a figure fighting off the strong, armored man. Ghost hears someone cry out—is that you??—but his vision won’t focus just yet.

His ears are ringing as he puts a forearm against the ground, a groan leaving Ghost as his other hand goes to his gut, and he winces as he applies pressure to his stab wound, hot thick blood trickling between his fingers and onto the ground. Ghost’s throat aches terribly, so he clears it as his vision finally focuses and it’s you fighting off a man that’s bigger than him. His eyes widen as he shouts your name, his voice hoarse and broken, laced with panic.

There’s blood staining your uniform as Ghost lets go of his stab wound, and he groans loudly as he leans down and grabs his handgun out of his ankle holster. Ghost inhales through his teeth and he shakily aims his handgun, and holds his breath to steady his aim, and he pulls the trigger.

The bullet ripples through the air and rips through the man’s temple, causing him to stumble for a second before crumpling to the ground like a ragdoll. Unfortunately, you follow suit, a loud pained gasp leaving you as you land on your side. Ghost holsters his handgun and he calls your name again, fighting through the pain to quickly crawl over to you, blood trailing him. “Oi, oi—“ Ghost hisses, grabbing your shoulder and forcing you to roll onto your back.

There’s blood caking your uniform so horribly he doesn’t know where your wounds begin. It’s smeared against your neck and face, your eyelids fluttering from the pain. Your lips part and shut multiple times as your mind tries to comprehend what just happened. Ghost calls your name, a loud noise of pain leaving him, one hand pressing against his own wound whilst the other grabs your jaw to keep your head still.

Ghost hears Price shout your name through comms in an angry and panicked tone. “Ghost?? Fuckin’ hell, someone come in!” Ghost pants before he begins to tear the velcro straps off of your vest as he needs to know where you got hurt. He moves his hand off of his own stab wound—he is a bit lightheaded—and he presses down on his radio. “Ghost to Price, we’re both injured. One SW for me, I’m not sure how many for them.” Ghost croaks into the radio, trying to multitask.

“Bloody—where are you two?” Price demands through the radio, sounding a bit breathless. Ghost inhales sharply as he leans over, his body bending the wrong way as he grabs the front of your vent and he grunts loudly as he drags it off of you with one hand. He’s lost a bit of strength with the blood he’s lost. You gasp and grab for Ghost’s wrist as he begins to press down on one of your multiple stab wounds near your vital organs. “Building two, third floor.” Ghost responds with a strained voice. He notices your head rolling back, and you barely hear Ghost yelling.

Don’t let this be the end.

You ended up passing out from pain and blood loss, despite Ghost’s best efforts of keeping you awake. You slowly awakened in a plush setting, slight pain humming through your veins, your throat dry and aching. You twitch, your muscles heavy from not being used for a bit. You hear a monitor or two, which gives you an indication you’re in the hospital. Your eyelids fluttered open and luckily, the overhead light in your hospital room was not on. The curtains were drawn open, and the light streamed into the room.

You glanced around, seeing Soap with his journal in his hand, sketching something. It gives you a warm feeling in your gut and you glance over to your other side, seeing Gaz sitting there, holding.. your keys with a little fuzzy thing?

“What’s that?” You croak, causing both Gaz and Soap’s heads to snap to look at you. “Aye, look who’s awake!” Soap exclaims, grinning. He closes his journal and puts it on the ground next to his chair before he grabs a foam cup. Soap brings it to your lips, and you realize it’s water so you greedily gulp it down, the water soothing your throat. Gaz lets out a breath before he scoots closer, the crease in his eyebrows finally relaxing. “It’s nice to see you awake.” Gaz murmurs with a soft smile of his own.

Soap pulls away the cup and sets it back down. “How long was I out?” You question. “What even happened? It’s in sections for me..”

Soap and Gaz share a look before Gaz fiddles with the fuzzy thing in his fingers, your keys clinking around. “You saved Ghost. He was being overpowered and you found him, but uh..” Gaz winces a bit, causing your eyebrows to furrow as bits and pieces begin to flood back to memory. “—But you got injured yourself. Luckily lil’ ol’ LT got off with one stab wound. You? Ya got off with six.”

You blink for a moment. “Oh.” You utter, taking a moment to process that. “You had to have surgery which is why your throat aches so much, the tube.” Gaz explains, putting your keys and the fuzzy thing in your lap. “They said everything should heal normally, but you'll be out of commission for a while.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and you nod, your hand reaching out and grabbing your keys. “And Ghost?” You ask, your tone tight, expecting the worst. “He’s alright,” Soap assures, causing you to look at him now with a look of relief. “He just left a bit ago to get some rest, since he can’t stay and lay hunched over.” Gaz chuckles and you can’t help the smile that appears on your face. You finally look down at the fuzzy thing attached to your keys; it’s a little keychain plushie of a black and white cat. You let out a soft “aww” before looking at Gaz, and then Soap. “Who gave me this?” You ask.

Soap and Gaz share a knowing look—a glance you can’t quite yet decipher—before they shrug and mutter stuff like “i don’t know..” and “no idea” when in fact they watched Ghost, in a wheelchair, wheel himself into the room and grunt for your keys. Soap had wordlessly handed them to the man, and they watched him put on the kitty keychain and made them promise to not tell them he gave it to you.

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He sensed your weariness, gently adjusting his position to allow you to lean against him for support. His strong arms wrap around you, providing a comforting embrace you gladly welcomed. Your fists bunch up his shirt as you hug him, pressing your cheek against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you, your eyes growing heavy with sleep.

you’re in a secret relationship with ghost, and its after hours after a long day of training and a mission, you’re super tired, so he helps you undress.

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To say you were exhausted was an understatement. You felt like you could fall asleep standing up. The day's intense training alongside a somewhat “easy” mission had taken its toll on your body and mind. You were up before dawn, training in the few hours before the mission was set to take place. From there, you had immediately changed into your gear, and it had remained on all day. It’s now well past midnight, you’re still carrying all your gear on your person. You had immediately gone back to your room the moment you touched down back at the base, not bothering to take off any of your gear. Seeing your bed had you nearly teary eyed. You let yourself fall back on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, eyes closing as sleep nearly had its hold on you. 

A quiet knock had startled you from your sleepy state, your reflexes still sharp. You sit up immediately and groan, rolling your eyes as you stand up. God, you just wanted, needed, to sleep. You trudge to the door reluctantly, dragging your feet with every step. When you had slipped your door open, you were greeted by Ghost. 

You immediately tear up at the sight of him, tired out of your mind, frustrated that you still had to undress and put everything away. 

“Simon,” you nearly whimper, pressing yourself against him. You hated the way your gear was digging into you, creating unnecessary space between you and Ghost.

He sensed your weariness, gently adjusting his position to allow you to lean against him for support. His strong arms wrap around you, providing a comforting embrace you gladly welcomed. Your fists bunch up his shirt as you hug him, pressing your cheek against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you, your eyes growing heavy with sleep.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, love,” he whispers, ushering you towards your bed. He helps you sit on the edge of your bed, your frame hunched over.

“It's been a long day,” Ghost whispered, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

An appreciative grin pulled at the edges of your lips as he drew closer to you, feeling safe in his company. He bends down on one knee, hands reaching to untie your combat boots with a gentleness he reserved only for you. He slips both of your boots off your feet, then rolls down your socks, slipping them off. Next, he reaches for your hands, slipping your gloves delicately off your hands. He rubs the flesh of your palm, massaging it slightly. Finally, he reaches up to remove the heaviest part of your outfit, your tac vest. You shift your arms slightly, allowing him to reach behind you as he releases the velcro, the removal of the weight of the vest already having an astronomical effect on your body. You sigh in relief as the weight is removed, rolling out your shoulders with a groan. 

Immediately you let yourself fall backwards on your bed, hands coming up to rub your heavy eyes.

“Simon,” you whisper. He stills for a moment before standing up to lay down right next to you. 

“Thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything, letting the silence of the room swallow him. 

“Your support means the world to me,” you mutter, turning on your side to face him. 

He’s still staring up at the ceiling, his hands crossed over his chest. He takes a breath, then turns to look at you. He studies your face for a moment, hand coming up to gently trace your cheek.

“We're in this together," he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering sincerity.

The weight of his words make you feel at ease, and you pull him into you. You rake your hands through his hair slowly, lethargically. 

His head comes up to rest against your chest, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing pressing against you as your fingers continue to trace soothing patterns through his hair.

“I love you,” you murmur.

Ghost looks up at you, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. “I love you," he replied, his voice genuine.

You were immediately pulled into sleep’s sweet embrace, clutching onto your love like a lifeline. He pulls you closer as he succumbs to sleep, pulling you into him like nothing else in the world matters.

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↳ It was an emotional first day of nursery school for Trent and your daughter, Teddy.

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“Mama no.” Teddy sobbed as you got her dressed for her first day of nursery school. To say that she was not excited would be an understatement. “Don’t wanna go any more, tay? No tanks, mama. Wanna be with you.” She hiccuped while you slicked her hair back with a bristle brush tight into a low bun. Despite her pleas, you got her in some white Dior trousers, a navy Dior cable knit jumper, white and navy Golden Goose velcro trainers, a Stoney Clover backpack, one of many you had but this color matched her look for the day with her ‘TAA’ initials on it. As a special little surprise you had gotten her royal blue Burberry keychain that was bear wrapped in a blanket. She, as expected, thought it was adorable. It made her smile momentarily through her tears as you helped her clip it on the bag. 

“Daddy, want to come see our little Teddy bear all ready for school?” You cooed for Trent who was currently in your room to come to hers to see her all dressed ready to go. Tears still rolling. She stood there sniffling but she looked adorable. 

“Look at my gorgeous big girl! You look so beautiful, baby. I love your outfit! Did you help mummy pick it out?” He asked her. Teddy nodded. She was being particularly quiet today given her nerves.

“Are you going to be a big girl and go to school, baby bear?” Trent cooed once you got her downstairs. Teddy clung to him in the foyer at your front door. “You’re my brave girl, yeah? I know you’ll have the most fun and you have to promise the second I come home from training you have to tell me all the fun things you did, okays?” He squatted down to her level. Her hands wrapped around his neck as his big hand rubbed up and down her back consoling her.

“Tay, dada. Can you come with mes?” She sniffled through her words. The tears that had been falling all morning continued. He wiped a few escapees off her cheeks and kissed her frowny pout. 

“Oh baby, I wish I could. Daddy’s got training. It's just like school but for footie. Did you know that?” He asked her and she shook her head no. “Yeah, Ted. I get nervous sometimes too but I go and I get to meet new friends and learn all sorts of new things, I get snacks, and the best part is that when I’m done having fun there I get to come be with you and mummy right after! But you know why your school is even better?” Teddy gave him a still hesitant shake of the head ‘no’ but this time not as stern, she wasn’t completely rejecting his persuasion. “I don’t get to look as pretty as my baby bear does. You look like the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Prettiest girl in the whole school and the bravest too. So promise me you’ll at least try and be brave for dada, okay?." Teddy's bottom lip quivered. "If you get nervous that's okay too, sweetheart but know daddy does sometimes too. You can do it. Mummy and I believe in you so much and you should too. Pinky promise you’ll try?” He sympathetically smiled at her sticking his much larger hand out. She sheepishly raised her hand and interlocked her tiny pinky around his promising. He kissed her little pout. “I almost forget, Ted!” Trent yelped. He hadn't; he just wanted one last thing to hopefully make her smile before he had to get out the door. “I know you’re a tiny nervous, baby and you know how you’re our little bear right? Well, daddy got you a little something so in case you start to miss mummy and daddy when you’re at school to make you smile. Can I put it on you?” He gently spoke to her. You sat yourself on the hardwood floor next to them. She nodded through tears. He clasped a small gold charm bracelet with three enamel teddy bears on it around her tiny wrist. “How many bears are there? Can you count?” Trent smiled. 

“One, twos, and erm, three, dada.” She smiled identically mirroring his. It was stupidly ornate to send a child with jewelry of that caliber to school but that was Trent’s way.

 “Good girl! So it’s just like us three, okay? You will have mummy and I with you the whole time. I’m so proud of you. I love you, baby.” He kissed her forehead and stood up. 

“Mama look! Bringing dada and mama bears to school with mes!” Teddy excitedly told you, shoving her bracelet clad wrist in your face. Naively unaware she was sporting a comfortable three thousand pound piece of jewelry to nursery school.

“Wow, that’s so special! Daddy must love you a whole lot.” You smiled as you kissed over the bracelet three times. “And mummy does too.” You kissed her nose pulling her down into a hug. 

“Mama!” Teddy sobbed, breaking free from the school teacher who was holding her hand on the pavement. She sprinted to you. You crouched down and wrapped her in the tightest embrace feeling like you wanted to cry just like she was. 

“Hi my big girl! I missed you so much.” You cooed, kissing her hair as she clung to you crying more. You stood up keeping Teddy in your arms. You smiled at the teacher who handed her little backpack over to you.

“She’s tired but we had a good day. Lots to show your mummy, huh?” The kind woman gently asked Teddy, rubbing her arm tenderly. She had packed away plenty of drawing’s and little things Teddy had done during the day into her bag for you.

“Want mama.” Teddy continued to wail. It was breaking your heart to see her so upset but you kind of anticipated this. It wasn't exactly a secret that she was fairly attached to you. 

“I’m right here. Mummy’s got you. I think you're just tired, huh? Almost time for our nap, yeah?” You cooed attempting to soothe her but very aware that it was about 15 minutes till when she typically went down for a nap which was likely fueling this emotional reunion. “I bet you had so much fun though so you have to tell me all about it on the way home.”  You kissed her forehead. 

“Nooo mummy.” She sniffled, wrapping her arms even tighter around your neck.  

“Okay, okay. How about we call daddy in the car. Will you tell him?” You asked her and she hiccuped in a breath almost forgetting what she was sad about by the idea of getting to talk to Trent. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the teacher who nodded unphased by probably the umpteenth toddler she had handed over crying this afternoon after the first day of nursery school came to a close. Teddy began to calm a little bit. “Yeah? I know he can’t wait to hear about your first day. Daddy and I are so proud of you. Let's go, my Teddy girl.” You bounced her on your hip walking back to your car, kissing her temple. To your dismay when you called Trent, he didn’t answer. You roughly knew his schedule so you decided that even though the sniffly little girl in your backseat whose eyes were fighting to stay open you’d take a different route home. “Come on.” You grunted picking a sleepy Teddy up out of her carseat. “Do you see where we are?” You smiled putting Teddy down onto the ground before you  extended your hand for her to hold as she inspected her surroundings. You watched her get more and more excited as you walked through the car park and in through the big doors, down the corridor and back outside into the bright sun on the other side of the building. 

“My dada!” Teddy squealed, pointing her arm through the fence out to the pitch at AXA where Trent had already spotted her and had begun to run over to you. 

“Is that my brave baby bear?” Trent cooed, immediately scooping Teddy up and lifting her up over the fence. She started to cry clinging to him like she did to you before. “Didn’t know that my beautiful girls were coming here.” Trent smiled, kissing Teddy’s forehead, running his hand over her hair before he leaned over the fence to kiss you. 

“We needed to see daddy right after school, huh? Just couldn’t wait.”  You laughed a little seeing Teddy smush herself against him. You cupped Trent’s slightly sweaty cheek stoking your thumb over his glowing skin. 

“I couldn’t wait to see my baby bear either. Want to come play some some footie with me?” Trent kissed the inside of your wrist as he asked Teddy. His training was done. It was a rehabilitation day for him anyway but instead of calling it he’d spend the next hour chasing after Teddy as you sat on the side of the pitch. You were relieved to see Teddy giggling away again as opposed to crying but you sighed remembering you had to do it all again tomorrow. 

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Anakin ‘Ghost’ Skywalker COD!Anakin au

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CW: 18+ MDNI!! Smut, some angst, Mentions of blood and needles, stitching, afab anatomy language, mentions of cum, p in v, no use of protection, petnames

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“Damn it, rookie! I instructed you to stay put and wait for orders!” Anakin scolds harshly as he drags you by the back of your tactical vest despite your protests.

“Yeah but if I did that,” You wince between words, keeping a hand pressed firmly against the wound on your left bicep, “I’d be trying to drag your ass out of there instead.”

His eyes narrow in response as he starts to undo the Velcro on your vest. “Thats not the point. You deliberately disobeyed directions from your commanding officer.”

You roll your eyes, feeling lighter with the weight of the vest off, taking a seat on the makeshift cot. Anakin pulls a chair over and sits down in front of you. You let out a hiss of pain as his large hand wraps around your injured arm, pulling it closer to inspect. “Take your jacket off.” He orders you, unclipping his own vest.

You comply, undoing your tactical jacket and pulling it off, biting your lip as the fabric brushes against your injury. You miss the way his eyes drift down your form for the briefest second. With the material out of the way, he comes closer once more to examine your arm. “You got lucky. The bullet only grazed you,” He turns it over in his hand, “Needs stitches though.” He mumbles.

“Stitches?” You repeat back.

His blue eyes move up to your face, the only thing you’re ever able to see from under that damn balaclava he wears all the time. He nods his head, “Mhm. Stitches.”

He undoes one of his pockets and pulls out the field first aid kit. Before he goes to mend your wound, he first pulls out some antiseptic to clean it off. He lets out a grunt hearing the noise of discomfort you make. “You can take a bullet but draw the line at a little disinfectant.” He observes but there’s a small lilt of amusement behind it.

You roll your eyes, not dignifying it with a response. He plucks the needle out of the kit and threads it. His eyes catch your’s briefly, “Ready?” He asks.

With a confirming nod of your head, he feeds the needle into your flesh. You clench your teeth at the pull of your skin. “Maybe if you actually listened, this wouldn’t have happened.” He mutters.

“You keep acting like I wanted this to happen.”

“Seems like you did. If you had just followed orders-“

“Yeah I know I know, if I just followed your orders this wouldn’t have happened.” You finish the sentence for him.

He huffs, giving a little sharper tug on the thread instead of verbalizing a response right away.

“Hey!” You scold him but he ignores you completely, continuing to mend you up.

“You can’t keep running off, half cocked every mission. Your luck is going to run out one of these days and it’s not gonna be a bullet grazing your arm. It’s gonna be lodged in your skull, or you’re gonna step on a landmine and get yourself blown up.” He snaps at you.

“I can handle myself just fine.”

“Jesus Christ! It’s not about you being able to handle yourself if you’re so damn stubborn and ignorant to your own actions!” His reactions causes another sharp tug of the thread making you yelp.

“Okay god, sorry I wasn’t thinking-“

“Exactly you weren’t thinking. Because you never do. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

Your eyebrows pull together in confusion as you look down at him still suturing your wound, not even sparing a glance up. He seems almost too focused as if he’s keeping himself from looking anywhere but at you in the moment. Where was this coming from?

A tense silence falls between you two as he finishes sewing the torn skin back together. He regrets snapping at you like that. It’s just that as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, you’re one of the only people he finds himself caring for but god damn it you’re too stubborn for your own good. He ties off the thread and cuts the excess off.

“There.” He mumbles after placing a gauze pad on it, putting the supplies away while pushing the chair back away from you rather abruptly. It’s like he couldn’t get away fast enough. His chest was feeling oddly tight at the mere thought of losing you.

You stay quiet as you stand up and start to pull your jacket back on. You sneak a glance at him, wishing you could gauge exactly what he was feeling underneath that face covering.

“No more close calls,” He speaks up finally, his words stern, more so than usual. He points an accusatory finger at you, “You need to start at least acting like you care about the rest of the squad.”

Why won’t he let this go? “I DO care so drop it already, Jesus.” You respond exasperated. You attempt to step past him but his hand comes up and grips onto your non injured arm, stopping you.

“You don’t get it do you?”

Your face scrunches up in confusion, “What?” You try to pull your arm out of his hold but he doesn’t let you, instead tightening it. “Let go of me.”

He shakes his head and steps closer so your chests are almost touching. “No. You don’t get to just walk back out there acting like nothings wrong.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes behind the mask. “So now you’re not just selfish, you’re clueless too?” God, he couldn’t even tell if he was more frustrated with himself or you at this point.

“Clueless?” You shake your head, “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now? I saved your life from a bullet out there and you’re insulting me? You should be thanking me!”

“Thanking you??” He raises his voice in disbelief, “I should be thanking the only person I care about for making a reckless decision that could have costed them their life???”

The words hit like a ton of bricks, you blink in response. He realizes too late what he’s said. He wishes he could take them back and shove them way down again but he can’t. He just gets to let them hang in the air like this. He releases his grip on your arm, hanging his head in thought, taking a step back.

You struggle to process his admission. He cared about you? He cared about you?? You start to shake your head, “I don’t understand.”

Anakin sighs and turns around to face you again. There’s no ignoring this now. He has to face it head on. He’s been shot, tortured, and held prisoner before but somehow this is the hardest thing he’s done. “I care about you, okay?” He huffs out, folding his arms across his chest.

“I…I didn’t know..” You say quietly, “why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because I didn’t want to. I…” He swallows thickly, “you make me weak.”

You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. He always seemed so stoic but here he was, doing his equivalent of confessing to you. You shake your head gently, “That doesn’t make you weak..it makes you human.”

He shakes his head, “No, it makes me weak. It makes me weak because the thought of losing you guts me. Because anytime we’re sent out together I already know that I’d lay my life down for you in an instant even if it jeopardizes everything.” You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, “And then I have to deal with you trying to be some god damn hero?? I won’t lose you that way. I’m supposed to protect you.”

Your face pulls into a slight scowl the more he rags on your decision. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe I care about you? Or are you the clueless one now?”

It’s his turn to be taken back. You cared about him? “Don’t lie.”

You shake your head. “I’m not lying.” Why didn’t he believe you?

He steps closer again, closing the rest of the distance between you two. “Say it again then.” His voice comes out a low rumble.

“I care about you, Ghost.” Your voice is soft. So soft and it eases that tightness in his chest.

“Anakin.” He corrects you.

Your face softens when he shares his name. “I care about you, Anakin.”

Hearing his name come from your mouth stirs something inside of him and his breathing gets heavier. Tentatively he reaches a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, his eyes searching for any bit of hesitancy.

He leans his face a little closer, “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs. When you make no move to pull away, he takes that as a green light.

He slips his mask up just over his mouth so he can capture your lips in a searing kiss that makes you dizzy. Feeling you return the kiss he deepens it by slipping his tongue past your lips. You whimper into his mouth, wrapping your good arm around his neck to pull him closer while you rest the hand of your injured one on his chest. His hands wrap around your waist backing you up against the wall so you’re pressed firmly between him and it.

His kisses become more desperate, needy. He dips his head down to trail his lips along your jaw and down the side of your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. He feels his pants tightening when you moan. This isn’t where he wanted this to happen for the first time but he’d be stupid to pass it up. His hands let go of your waist to undo your jacket again, sliding it off your arms. He breaks the embrace to pull his own off. You try to steal a glance at the exposed lower half of his face but he angles his head in a way you can’t.

Anakin’s hands reach out and cup your face bringing you back to him, the kiss hungrier before. “Wanted to do this for so long.” He rasps.

If it weren’t for his hold on you, your knees would have buckled. His hands move down, the tips of his fingers dip under the hem of your compression shirt teasing the skin there before pulling it off over your head. His touch floods your body with warmth and you feel that ache between your legs growing stronger.

His lips find your’s again while skilled hands undo your pants. You feel so vulnerable and exposed to him like this, but you want this. So much. All the lingering stares made sense finally. You tug on his shirt, wordlessly telling him to take it off. He chuckles and leans back to pull his shirt up over his head. Your eyes flick down and take in his built physique. The years of service is evident on his body, scars all over it. You subconsciously lick your lips.

“Like what you see, rookie?” There’s no mistaking the smugness in his tone.

Your cheeks flush instantly but you nod your head. A shit eating grin spreads across his face and you’re able to catch it but still wish to see his full face, to know fully what he looks like. The sound of his belt unbuckling pulls you out of your thoughts. Your eyes drop down to the noticeable outline of his erection in his black boxer briefs.

He wastes no time in reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, staring unashamedly at your bare breasts before palming both of them with his rough hands. “So perfect.” He praises you. A moan slips out of your lips as his callouses graze your pebbled nipples. He pinches the sensitive buds between his thumb and pointer finger and tugs on them enjoying how you squirm.

His hands drop down to move over the wet patch on your panties. “So wet for me..” He coos almost mockingly. He grips the back of your thighs, squeezing to signal you to hook them around his waist.

You keep your arms around his shoulders and jump up into his strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. You gasp as the action causes your covered clit to brush against his erection.

A hand drops down between your bodies, moving your panties to the side to give him access before he fists himself out of his underwear. He teases his tip through your folds, mixing both of your arousals together. You shiver at the feel, tightening your hold on his shoulders a little more.

He angles his hips up and eases himself into you, groaning as your velvety walls welcome him. You mewl, clawing at the cuffs of his shoulders as he stretches you out. “Shit..” He hisses.

A guttural moan is pulled from the back of his throat when he bottoms out. Your mouth hangs open, eyebrows knitted together tightly at the feeling of being so full. He wastes no time before he starts rocking his hips into yours, not starting slow. He’d been bottling these feelings up for so long he can’t wait anymore.

As he picks up his pace, the speed of his hips unrelenting as your back drags against the wall. Moans fall from your lips freely as he spears you on his thick cock. The angle causes the tip of his dick to kiss your cervix with each thrust. “..s-so full..” You whimper

“Yeah? Like being split open on my cock?” He grunts into your ear, nibbling on the lobe.

You nod your head rapidly back and forth, “Mhmmm..” You whine.

“Taking me so well...so good.” He praises you.

You claw at the flesh of his back, desperate to be closer somehow despite him being deep inside of you. You can hear the squelching of your fluids together with each thrust.

His movements start to grow sloppier as he gets closer. His left hand leaves your thigh for a moment to reach up and pull his mask off his face the rest of the way freeing his sweaty face before you. Despite the heaviness of your lids you fight them to open all the way to look at his face finally. Your mind made up countless ideas of what he could have looked like but none of them came close. Your walls squeeze down around him harder.

“Jesus..gonna make me cum baby..” He grits out, his hips slowing as your tight pussy makes it harder for him to move.

“Sorry..sorry..” You pant.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Don’t mind the ego boost, sweetheart.” He speeds his movements back up and the coil in your stomach winds impossibly tight. Your hands rake through his hair now that you can touch it. He moans as you tug. “Want you to cum for me..think you can do that, rookie?”

Your head lolls against the wall, nodding in answer. A hand reaches up and grips your face forcing you to look at him. “Use your words.” He tuts.

“Y-yes…yes..’m gonna cum for you..”

He grins and snaps his hips harder into your sopping pussy. “C’mon…c’mon..” He pants into your ear.

The coil inside of you snaps and your walls clamp down tighter around him, your pussy gushing around his dick. You let out a wail as you unravel, nails digging deep into the meat of his back. He lets out a growl as he buries his cock deeper, hot white strings of sticky cum coating your walls. He bites down on your shoulder harder enough to leave a mark.

Breathing heavy, you both stay like that for a minute before he pulls out and lets you back to your feet, keeping you steady as your legs are shaky. You allow yourself to openly stare at his still exposed face, taking in everything the mask has ever hidden.

“Don’t get used to it.” His voice sounds and pulls you from your thoughts.

“What?” You ask.

He pulls his pants back up, buckling the belt, “This.” He states simply.

You start to shake your head. He really just let you in a little and fucked you and now he’s just dismissing you again? “But-“ Your words are cut off by him tossing you your clothes back.

“That’s an order rookie.” The words come out sounding laced with a kind of sadness and longing despite being said with a finality. That tightness in his chest comes back again seeing the expression on your face. He steps closer and his eyes rake over you for a moment before cupping the back of your head and pressing his lips to your forehead softly.

He steps back and pulls the mask on again, shielding his face once more from you before he’s putting the rest of his gear back on.

You’re left standing there processing every single thing that’s happened in the span of maybe an hour. He catches your eye again briefly. The guilt is easily noticeable in them, a silent ‘I’m sorry’ directed towards you.

With a sigh you dress in your uniform again, not looking at him again. Why would he let you in to shut you out again? He hates whatever this is making him feel even more than the yearning to tell you how he felt.

Once you’re both suited up again, you make your way towards the door. “Ready?” You ask, directing the question to him not even turning to look at him.

Anakin nods his head, feeling how different the air is between you two. Was it a mistake to tell you how he felt? Or was it a mistake closing himself off again? He watches as you open the door.

“Wait.” He tries to stop you, wanting to sort through the mess he made but you’re already making your way out. Shit. Now you’re closed off instead of him.

He realizes too late that he’s fucked up. All he can do is follow you out with a sigh and either accept this or figure out how to make things alright. You’re the only person he’s ever cared about and he fears he’s lost you for good.

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A/N: Should I do a part two? Also sorry this was so long and if it sucked. Xoxo <3

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"Can you show me where it hurts?" Buddie

I'm crediting @hippolotamus for the idea for this cause she sent me a WHOLE FUCKING FICLET when I asked for ideas. Thanks my love, you're so appreciated.

"Can you show me where it hurts?" Buck pleades as he kneels next to the couch. His hands hover over Eddie's curled up form on the couch, afraid to touch but desperate to comfort, to sooth his hands over his best friend's sides and ease the hurt that Eddie's clearly in. "Please, Eds, let me help you."

Eddie curls further into himself, bringing his knees up to his chest and he wraps his arms around them, hugging himself close. An ugly sob rips from his throat and Buck's heart shatters into a million pieces. If he could shield Eddie (and Chris, for that matter) from all the pain in the world, take the bullets for them, he would, and the fact that he can't protect Eddie from... this - it's causing him physical pain.

"Baby, please," Buck begs again, the pet name falling from his lips without him even noticing. It feels as natural as breathing, as normal as waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night that he doesn't even think twice, but Eddie recoils violently.

"Don't," he rasps, his voice rough and frayed from crying. Eddie pushes himself up the couch, away from Buck's hands. He looks absolutely wrecked and Buck just wants to hold him close, to kiss it all better but he knows he can't. They're not like that.

"I'm sorry I just - Eddie please tell me what's going on," he implores instead. "I want to help."

Eddie sniffs and wipes his nose with his sleeve. He looks Buck up and down, his expression guarded as though he's protecting himself, and lets out a long, shaky sigh.

"You want to know where it hurts?"

Buck nods vehemently. There's nothing he wants more than to fix whatever's going on. When he'd walked in to see Eddie curled up on the couch, shaking with sobs, his immediate thought had been some kind of abdominal trauma, or appendicitis. The closer he'd gotten though, and the more he heard Eddie's throat-shredding sobs, the more he'd begun to realise that this wasn't a physical type pain.

Eddie seems to steel himself before slowly reaching out and circling his arm around Buck's wrist. He guides Buck's hand until is settled on his breastbone, right over his heart. Buck can very faintly feel the thump thump of Eddie's heart beneath his fingertips.

"Right here," Eddie whispers, his voice breaking ever so slightly as he chokes back another sob. "Always here."

His hand covers Buck's, linking their fingers together, and everything suddenly clicks together. Why Eddie had been acting weird since they'd sat down and properly talked about the Will. Why Eddie had been pulling back, hardly touching Buck and never hugging him when they were usually attached like Velcro.

And oh. Because that changes everything. Because if this is what Buck thinks it is, if Eddie loves him, then holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

Buck tenderly cups Eddie's face, his thumb stroking over his cheekbone and brushing away the tears. Eddie doesn't flinch away, instead he lets out a small whine and sinks into Buck's touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

Another tear rolls down Eddie's cheek and Buck can't help himself. He leans forward and brushes his lips against the soft skin, the salty liquid collecting against his tongue when he pulls away. Eddie looks up at him with pleading eyes and Buck kisses his other cheek, the tip of his nose, his forehead, the space between his eyebrows, and finally comes to rest with their foreheads pressed together.

"Can I -" he whispers, licking his lips as his mouth suddenly dies. "Can I kiss it better?"

Eddie nods and the tips of their noses brush. "Please."

The first brush of their lips is hesitant, soft, as though neither of them quite believe what's happening. Eddie's lips are soft and taste like his tears, and Buck tenderly licks them off as Eddie whines into his mouth.

Their lips slot together like they were made to fit each other, like Buck's entire life has been leading to this moment, to the taste of Eddie on his tongue. To the feeling of Eddie's fingers sinking into the hair at the base of his neck and pulling him in impossibly closer.

It's perfect, it's everything, it's everything he never knew he wanted, everything he'd never dared to dream for. And it's real. It's happening.

When they break apart, both breathing heavily, their lips are kiss swollen and glistening. Eddie's cheeks are pink and his eyelashes are wet, and Buck can't stop himself from leaning back in and capturing his lips in a brief kiss.

"Is this real?" Eddie whispers. He's still crying but now Buck senses it's because he's overwhelmingly happy (or so he hopes) and Buck wants to wrap him in his arms and never let him go.

He kisses Eddie again and again, revelling in the way Eddie melts into his touch.

"Yeah baby, it's real."

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Revenge Gift | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

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Summary: When Kylian leaves you high and dry, you decide on a leaving him a little revenge gift.

Warnings: Making out, sexy pictures, teasing, cussing, English is not my first language

Kylian was so happy to see you when you came over today. His face lit up the second he saw you, pulling you in for a long and deep kiss. You both had the afternoon off — a rare occurrence for your never ending clashing schedules — and these past couple of weeks have been especially busy. Working on a project in its preproduction stage comes a lot of late nights and even later mornings. Kylian turns in early and is up at the ass crack of dawn.

Besides the cheeky texts you’ve been sending back and forth, you two hadn’t had a chance to be intimate in a while. Quality time has been at an all time low, probably three weeks had passed since you’ve touched each other in that way. So, imagine how eager you two were when you quickly made it up to his bedroom.

“I fucking miss you,” he breathes between kisses on your exposed neck. You hum in response, too lost in feeling his bare chest against your skin to properly tell him you fucking miss him too. “You drive me crazy when you send me those sexy pictures.” Your hips grind against him while you sat on his lap, earning huffs and low moans from your boyfriend.

He played with the straps of your bra before losing them, following with a trail of kisses on your shoulder.

You huff out a laugh. “How do you think I feel when you send me thirst traps from the locker room, huh?”

Any other time he would deny that they were thirst traps and that you were just thirsty for him, but he only has one thing in mind right now. He reaches behind your back and begins playing with the clasp of your bra, a part he (shamefully) always struggles with. “Why don’t they use Velcro for these things?” He grumbled.

You giggle at him, reaching back to do it yourself. He sits back on the bed and prepares himself to just watch you, his eyes dark with lust and need. Just before you were able to unhook it, his phone starts ringing.

“Shit, sorry.” He reached for it on the nightstand. “Thought I turned that off.” Kylian looks at the caller ID and winces, looking up at you with I’m sorry eyes.

You shrug and drop your arms from your back, disappointed but understanding. “Go ahead, take it.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats before sliding the answer button, immediately sounding annoyed with the caller. You crawl off his lap and make yourself comfortable on the open side of the bed, waiting for him to do something about the throbbing in your core. “What? Today?” He exclaims, jumping out of the bed and begins looking for his something to put on. “I thought it was next week, why didn’t you text me?” He pulls the phone down from his mouth and mouths another ‘I’m sorry’ before putting his clothes back on.

He ends the call with frustration, turning to you with the face of the guiltiest man alive. You roll your eyes and huff, but ultimately realize that this is something he has to do, or else he sure as hell wouldn’t be leaving you alone in his bed right before you were about to get naked. “Go.” You force a little grin out for both your sakes.

“You know I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t have to—”

“I know, Ky. It’s okay, go.” You’re used to forcing the good sport attitude. It was a package deal while dating someone like Kylian.

“Please be here when I come back.” He begs, putting a baseball cap on and a T-shirt.

You stand up, trudging over to him and wrapping a loose hug around his waist. “If you’re back before six…”

He hugs you back, kissing you sweetly. “I’ll try my best, amour.”

You kiss him quickly before shoving him toward the door, his gaze lingered on your bare body for a long second, tutting and cursing under his breath, then forcing himself out of the house.

Once he left, you put on some comfy clothes, made some tea, and began watching a movie in his living room. It wasn’t even two hours later when you phone binged — a message from Kylian.

Kyks <3: what’s the latest you can stay over?

You immediately respond back

You: No later than 6:15

You watched the three bubbles appear before his response.

Kyks <3: fuuuuuuuucccckkk :,(

You frown, realizing that your day with Kylian wasn’t happening.

Kyks <3: I’m sorry amour, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.

Kyks <3: I love you

You: I know you will

You: and I love you too

With a long huff, you stand up and decide to just grab your things and go to your place before you had to head out to work, maybe change into a less itchy bra.

As you walked around kylians room to double check that you grabbed everything, a small black and white object on his dresser caught your eye — his Polaroid camera.

Interesting.

He was obsessed with it for a couple weeks before completly forgetting about it, leaving it to collect dust in his room. Picking it up, you saw he had three photos left in it, and you had a plan brewing. A small form of payback, if you will.

Shuffling back out of your clothes, you propped yourself on his bed, the camera lying next to you. Kylian had yet to see this set in full, so you might as well let him know what he walked out on.

With a quick reposition, you laid down on his silk pillows, squeezed your boobs together to create more cleavage, putting your hand lazily near your mouth.

Snap!

Next, you sat up on your knees, opening your thighs slightly to give him a better view of the black lace that was sewn on mesh at the middle, angling the lens downward at your body.

Snap!

With only one more left in the roll, you decide to show him a little more skin. Taking off your bra, you toss it aside, covering your nipples with your arm. Once you figure out the pose, you snap the last picture.

You put the developing pictures next to each other and shuffle back into your sweatpants and tank top.

Damn, you thought when they were funny developed. You looked so hot. You displayed them nearly on top of his pillow. Now that your satisfied with your teasing revenge, you gather your things and head home.

Around 8:30, the writers room was very unproductive. Everyone had all hit a wall and was out of ideas for the time being. Bouncing off one another felt pointless and everyone was a little frustrated. Usually while at work, your phone was on focus mode so you didn’t get off track, but you had resorted to playing a racing game while hoping inspiration for the script would drop from the sky. Just when you were about to beat your high score, you got a buzz in your phone with a message from your boyfriend. Then another. And another…

Kyks <3: you cannot do this to me right now baby

Kyks <3: you’re evil

Kyks <3: fuuuuccckk bebe I need you to come over right now

Kyks <3: I’m serious. U fucking tease

You bit back a laugh, wishing you could see his reaction in person.

You: I take it you like the pictures?

Kyks <3: I will pay you double whatever you make today if you leave work right now

This time you giggle out loud, catching the attention of your co-writers.

“Sorry,” you said through blushing cheeks. As you were about to put your phone down, you got another buzz. Though you thought about ignoring it, you decided to take a quick peek.

Holy shit.

Your extremely sexy boyfriend had taken a photo for you and you had to physically stop yourself from drooling, your face flushing with color as you took in the picture on your screen. The phone was now held close to your chest just in case anyone was peaking over your shoulder and saw the filthy shot.

His abs we’re on full display — he snapped the shot from his perspective as he laid down in his bed, a white towel hung low on his hips. Your Polaroids were splayed out across his covered leg and his hand covered his groin, large fingers wrapped around his covered member, showing off his perfect outline.

Kyks <3: I’m I gonna have to take care of myself? :(

Without thinking, you wrote back.

You: don’t you dare.

“You guys don’t need me tonight, right?” Your voice cracked. None of your coworkers said anything, just looked at you with a face that screamed ‘seriously?’ “Pleeease, you guys? I swear I’ll come in on Monday with donuts from Azúcar.”

That promise was enough for them to be okay with you leaving early. You texted Kylian back as soon as you gathered your things.

You: be there in 20

He took no time replying.

Kyks <3: counting down the seconds

—Requests are open for Kylian Mbappé!—

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parings - wednesdayaddams x gp!reader

summary - nes has been feeling quite, peckish, if you had to ask her

warnings - bondage, sensory deprivation, p in v sex, aggressive sex, nes is terrifying in this

an - thank you to the awesome anon who requested this omgggg

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A pitiful whine exited your mouth, muffled by the blood red ball gag set between your teeth. The velcro straps were around your neck and the back of your head, tightly pulling the toy into your lips.

Ropes were around your wrists, arms, and ankles, keeping you confined to the uncomfortable wooden chair that was stationed in front of the kitchen island. A black silk blindfold was wrapped around your eyes, depriving you of any ability to see your wife.

Wednesday was nearby, watching you writhe and whimper from the cold air wafting onto your already-hard penis. Her mouth watered at the sight, a wave of arousal passing over her as she studied you.

She did this to you, proposing the idea over dinner and taking action as soon as your back was turned on her. She had put you in a subtle headlock, kissing your cheek as she told you what she was going to do; you didn’t complain, you would never be scared.

Another whine came from your mouth, spit slowly slipping past the ball gag as you struggled. Veins throbbed on your cock, causing Wednesday to break her restraint and come forward to you.

Her hand gently took your jaw, pulling your face up so she could could get a good look at you. She loved this, seeing you so submissive and dumb, like she had so much control over you.

“How are you feeling, mí amor?” She murmured, rubbing her thumb on your jaw.

You whimpered, pulling forward to her in an attempt to touch her but the ropes kept you down. Wednesday smiled at that, seeing you tied down did something to her.

“Let’s see what we get done, shall we?”

Fortunately, she had already discarded her own clothes, seeing as she obviously didn’t need them. Grabbing a black collar and leash, she clipped the item onto you and pulled at your neck as she dropped into your lap.

Your cock rubbed against her thigh, the friction doing wonders for you as she settled herself. Her lips pressed against your forehead, causing you to whine in an upset tone.

“Don’t do that, I’ll take however much time I want with you.” Wednesday said, lifting her hips up, “I get to do whatever I please.”

She slowly lowered herself onto you, the head of your penis spreading her pussy open easily. She was wet, drenched even, but you were going to satisfy the itch she developed.

A soft sigh came from her, her breath hot and heavy right by your ear. She stretched around you, rolling her hips down onto you as she took you in. Her velvet walls welcomed you, keeping you snug and warm as she nestled you between her thighs.

“Cara mía..” She moaned, tugging on the leash as she began to ride you.

Now you were not sure when Wednesday became so good at riding you, but you were definitely not going to complain. The way she squeezed and jerked her hips around felt so incredibly pleasurable to you.

You wanted to feel her, to touch her so bad. You wanted to grab her plush thighs and feel her soft skin as she spelled your name with her thick hips. You cried out, the sound muffled by the gag but pronounced enough to get her attention

Her hand pressed against your abdomen, feeling your abs under her fingertips as you twitched your hips up into her.

“What’s wrong Y/N.” She asked breathlessly, clearly aggravated that you interrupted her.

You tried to move forward to her, the restricting rope keeping you tied back and stuck just far enough away from Wednesday.

“You wanna be closer?” She asked, pressing the ball gag into your mouth so you gagged.

You nodded frantically, desperate to feel her skin on yours. She hummed, pulling you forward by the leash. Your face instantly went for her neck, burying yourself there for comfort as she began to ride you again.

Her hips moved aggressively, thrusting back and forth as she took you so so well. Her warm, wet walls keeping your cock snug and tended to. You gaggidly moaned, feeling your impending release building fast inside of you.

Wednesday seemed to notice as well, as she sped up her movements and tightly clamped herself on you. Her hand wound itself into your hair as she coaxed you on, dirty whispers leaving her mouth to help you chase your high.

Your orgasm came harder than expected, the coil snapping to quick as you released yourself inside of Wednesday, your cum pumping into her as she kept rolling her hips against you.

Overstimulation soon washed over you, tears being absorbed by the blindfold as Wednesday went after her own orgasm. She clenched and rode, the desperation to reach her high overpowering her awareness of your sensitivity.

“Oh cariño!” Wednesday mewled, her pussy fluttering erratically as she finally came.

She rocked herself against you, slowly calming down from her orgasm. Her hands held you, rubbing your skin gently while you both relaxed. You snuggled your face closer to her neck, gag covered in drool and the blindfold was tear coated.

“Nes...” You tired to say, the gag completely muffling your voice.

“I’m here, i’m here.” She replied, unclipping the velcro on the gag ball so she could take it off of you.

As soon as your mouth was free, you sucked in a few breaths and coughed, letting your jaw untense and relax. Wednesday kissed your cheek repeatedly, mumbling about how good and well behaved you were as she coaxed you down.

“I’m thoroughly impressed, you were so obedient to me.” She said, nipping your earlobe with her teeth, “Te quiero, amor.”

You shivered, wincing slightly when her walls squeezed you teasingly. Wednesday moved in you lap, trying to get off of you but you quickly wrapped your arms around her and pulled her to you, an annoyed growl leaving your throat.

“What’s wrong my beloved?” She questioned, pulling you face up and removing the blindfold so she could look at you properly.

“Don’t go…” You whispered, tears in your eyes from the previous overstimulation.

Wednesday’s eyes darkened, her thumb coming up to brush one of your tears away. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to your in a deep kiss as she arched her body into you. She pulled away briefly to drag her tongue along your jaw, licking your sweat coated skin.

“It’s incredibly attractive when you cry, tú seductor pequeño la cosa.”

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Liar

[𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]

[𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍]: 29/12/23

[𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝]: Keegan lies to you the night you meet yet you remain oblivious to it until you bring it up to him again.

[𝙲𝚠]: angst i guess but it's not that bad.

[𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝]: 4,533

[𝙰/𝙽]: I had plans for this but I really don't have the motivation to finish it, but considering it's quite a few words I didn't want it to go to waste- there's no smut, apologies, but smut isn't really something I'm overly passionate about so I hope that this fluff is good enough to suffice !!

ENJOY !!

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There's something about him and you're not sure if you should really speak on it because then, ultimately, your delusion is in the real world and not confined to your head. It's torture though, it really is, the constant headache of worrying about how you look and what you're doing when you're around him, and still, you can't seem to snap about it. 

There's a limit to love, you've agreed to that inwardly. Some things you do in the name of love are okay: buying them something just because it reminds you of them, getting them something when they're too busy to get it for themselves, asking them out and asking them if they would like to accompany you on a date somewhere in the city. 

That's normal for love, it something you imagine most people do. 

But then there's your tricky little mind and it seems to kick and scream at the thought of doing something sane in the name of love. You don't want to do any of those things, you don't want to be nice. It's obvious, at least, you think it is. 

He makes you a violent person. 

Perhaps its because you want to show off, you want to him to see you and admire that you did everything he wants from you and much more. When you were just a rookie, you're quite sure you were close to being kicked out, being forced to resume life the way you had prior to them finding you on the side of the road after ODIN had been attacked.

The very thought, even to this day, makes you nauseous. Facing the unbearable heat, soldiers and starvation is a recipe for disaster, and after going without food for however long you did, you had sworn you weren't going to let anything compromise that. But things were overwhelming and you were essentially a burden during the first few months of your training; you couldn't do anything right. 

But he saw you at your lowest, and he didn't let that happen. In fact, you're quite sure he saved you when you met that night. 

'Crying won't get you anywhere, kid.'

If there was one thing about Keegan, he was absolutely right about everything. Including that. 

Pushing your head up from out of your lap, you sniffled, rubbing your nose as you catch a set of blue eyes staring at you. He was unlike anyone you had ever seen before, a mask covering his features, beanie atop his head as he approaches you, kicking a stone beside you. You turn your head away from him and watch as the little rock rolls down the edge of the hill in the direction of the track. 

'You were supposed to be asleep an hour ago,' he adds, taking a seat beside you. You keep your eyes trained on the direction the stone had slipped, keeping your arms wrapped around your knees before resting your chin upon them. 'You'd get into trouble if one of the superiors caught you outside.'

'I'm no good anyway,' you said, 'better going out this way than any other way.'

Your tone was bleak as you contemplated throwing yourself down the hill. It wouldn't have killed you, but it would free you from the shame of having to speak to the man sitting beside you. 'They're gonna get rid of me soon, throw me to the wolves.'

There wasn't a reply from the man sitting beside you for a while as he shifted where he was sitting. You hear the tear of velcro and finally decided to turn your head to see him holding a box of cigarettes in his hand.

'When I was first starting out,' he began, 'couldn't shoot a sniper for the fuckin' life of me,' he continued, plucking a cigarette from the carton. Bringing his hand up, he hooked his fingers under the edges of his mask, pulling it up, revealing his jaw and lips. 

Much to your surprise, you spied black stubble around his mouth and trailing his jawline. Placing a cigarette between his lips, he grabbed the lighter from the box. Cupping his hand around his mouth, It took a moment, the item in his hand spluttering before eventually spitting a full enough flame for him to light his cigarette. 'I could shoot every other gun okayish, but I wasn't the asset they needed me to be.'

'Don't believe you,' you mumble, looking at the pattern on his mask. You recalled the white markings to belong to a particular unit that even the General had trouble addressing. They did their own thing, stayed out of everyone else's way. 'You're a Ghost, aren't you? Best of the best.'

You don't look at a Ghost unless they talk to you. 

'The mask?' he asked, 'part of the branding, forget I have it on half the time,' he admits, taking a puff from his cigarette. 'Everyone has to start somewhere, kid.'

'I've been here for months and I'm still awful at everything,' you confessed, 'I can't shoot a gun for the fuckin' life of me; my aim is off and I can never seem to focus.'

'If you think about it too much, you'll struggle,' he said. 

'A- And, I can't do close combat- I've been to the infirmary more times than I can count... whenever I go to the nurse now, she doesn't even speak to me,' you rambled, running your hand through your hair. Your throat starts to clog up as you continued to pour your heart out to the man sitting beside you. You couldn't really seem to help it; he was there, and from what you could tell, he wasn't discouraging your fury.

Rules had it that your hair was supposed to be slicked back out of your face and tied up, but after the day you had had, you couldn't muster the strength to keep it tied up. So, after you had had a shower, you kept it out to keep the dull ache in your head away for as long as you could.

You were surprised the man beside you hadn't said anything to you about it. Only, when it's out of your way, you found it easier to keep your hands from plucking and picking at your scalp whenever the anxiety got too much and you were scared you were going to drown in a well of your own tears.

'You're too stressed about everything,' he said, 'if you overthink it, like I said, you're gonna fuck it up. What's got you so stressed, kid?' he asked, looking at you. Your eyes water as you turn your head away from him, letting out a shaky exhale. 

A better question would have been what wasn't stressing you out. 

'Hey, don't shut down on me, tell me what's wrong... can't promise I'll be much help, but it's good to have someone to talk to,'  he said, 'talk at me, tell me what's wrong,' he demanded, as though he was some form of saviour.

Only, in that moment, he was.

'They're gonna throw me out if I can't be what they want me to be,' you were much too choked up to fight against the urge of spilling your guts to the Ghost, your grip around your knees growing tighter as you began to shake. 'And I can't go back out there; if I go back out there, 'm gonna die, I know I am,' you sniffled, 'a- and I can't die, especially not out there with those monsters I can't but I'm going to if I don't get better but I don't think I can get better and- and—'

A firm hand was placed on your shoulder, his arm wrapping around you as he pulled you to his side.

You were startled at first, feeling his gloved hand on your shoulder, being pulled close enough for your senses to be flooded with his cologne. Ghost's weren't supposed to be like this, they were supposed to be aloof, transparent, careless. Yet, as he held you, you found your trembling nerves were soothed with his efforts.

The cigarette on his breath stained the moment, and when you opened your eyes, you found that he had tossed the cigarette down the same hill that the little rock he had kicked had rolled down, the red hue of the burning tip settling into the darkness while winking at you.

'You're not gonna get thrown out, kid,' he quietly said, 'it's been a tough change, I know it has been, but you can't let it get to you because, if you do, the stress is gonna kill you before anything beyond this base gets to you, hm?' he asked, looking at you.

You looked back at him, thinking back to that morning where you had pulled out a small clump of hair from the your head. You'd spent the next hour crying over it, and whittled yourself so far down that you'd convinced yourself you were going to die.

Everything lead to the thought of death with you. You couldn't escape it. The devil caged you and he trapped you, laughing in your face as he dangled your very livelihood before you.

And still you failed.

'How do you know that?' you asked, 'you think some sort of miracles going to happen?' you continued.

'I'm going to teach you,' he said, 'I'll give you a helping hand; wanna see if you're as useless as you're saying you are or if you're just overcomplicating everything.'

'You don't have the time to do that, at this point I'm gonna be 90 but the time I manage to land a hit on someone in training.'

'And how do you know that?' he asked, 'you my Captain?'

You stared at him, the sudden shift in his tone causing your face to heat up.

'You'd be wasting you time with me,' you said, shaking your head, attempting to pull away from him, all for his grip on you to tighten.

He wasn't going to let you pull away from him, especially while in the state you were in. You'd curse him if you didn't feel so secure in his arms, so, you simply give in to the urge of staying close to him, not allowing your ego to destroy the first ounce of comfort you had gotten since arriving on the base.

'Wasting time here with you now; could be in bed,' he stated simply, 'I'll speak to someone, get you put under my supervision until I'm sure you'll be fine returning to your brigade.'

'Are you allowed to do that?' you asked.

'Captains in your department barely look at me, kid,' he chuckled, ''scared I'm gonna bash the brains in with the butt of my gun or somethin'. They won't turn down my request- especially if you're as much as a burden as you're sayin' you are; they'd be happy to get you off their hands if that's the case, not that they'd refuse me in the first place.'

He spoke to you as though you were a friend, but you regarded his support as treating you most likely as a lesson; the men your department had little interest in showing a woman how to fight, perhaps that was why you were struggling so much. No one really wanted to give you the time of day, and in a path where it was either sink or swim, you found their actions were taxing.

It was blatant that the men you worked with had little interest in you, and you're clued up enough now to know that. Yet, deep down, you're sure you've always been conscious to their biases towards male soldiers, only, now, you say it without fear of being reprimanded for your supposed 'accusation'. They can't do shit to you anymore and you're thankful for it, because, in the end, if they even look in your direction, you'd have no issue bashing their brains in with the butt of the pistol in the holster on your thigh.

Recently, you find you've been going back to that night where you had been in tears, mostly while by yourself, whether it be at the base or elsewhere, you were focused on that pesky little memory which lead to your stomach pulsing in a sickly manner as you recall the feel of his hand resting on your shoulder and the smell of his cologne.

Little has changed- if anything.

Only, he's a little taller than he was when you first started training together. His height has him towering over you now, and you always laugh about it to yourself whenever your sparring with each other- especially when you're able to put him on his ass.

There's confusion surrounding the memory in your mind, you have mostly forgotten about it until one day, it reappeared. You're unsure what triggered the memories resurgence, and you review it with a sinful glint in your eyes, even with the lack of suggestiveness about the scene.

There's something there that makes you want to scream, that makes you want to cover the world in blood, and you have been fighting with yourself attempting to unwind the memory, unwrap the secrecy of its meaning which it is rejoicing in while you're suffering.

—

The next op leads you to No Mans Land, Elias has sent his sons there with the intent of helping you track down Ajax. You're familiar with the tactics and intent between sending his two boys out there, though none of you really comment or acknowledge the possibility of your squad growing with two members, and supposedly a dog. You're happy to do the work he assigned his boys with yourself; it would be nothing but a quick in and out, especially with the looming time between Ajax's kidnapping and where you find yourself right now.

It's been weeks and you're still no closer to getting him back and you find, while peering through your scope, searching for any sign of the Walker boys, you're gritting your teeth as you contemplate the damage it's doing to Keegan. Both of them are good friends, been together since day one.

But there's nothing you can do; one wrong move and Ajax will be gone forever, and you're not selfish enough to put the life of a friend on the line. You'd put yours on the line before you even dare to put someone else's out for your own greedy intent.

The Federation are like dogs, and as soon as they catch a whiff of Ghost blood, they'll have their feral little backs up, huffing, puffing and growing, impersonating that of a wolf, when, in reality, they're nothing of the sorts. Instead, the puny little pups who cower at the sight of their own shadow... or Rorke. But neither of them are very different from one another.

'You catch anything, kid?' Keegan calls through coms.

Looking down from your position, you catch the man standing below you, Merrick surveying the surrounding area as you hold your sniper up, keeping your eyes on the terrain surrounding you.

You're a fair distance away from where the Walker boys were sent by Elias, ensuring the area is clean for when they eventually make their way to the meet up spot.

'Negative,' you respond, pulling your scope away from your face, 'clear,' you say, 'they're all hauled up at the camp the Walker boys are goin' to- that's my bet anyway,' you say, hooking your arm through the strap on your sniper, carefully making your way down from the tree.

Setting on a curve in the tree, you look down at the ground, shuffling off while keeping hold of a branch. With a grunt, you push yourself off of it, landing on the ground with ease.

'Stalker-Six, this is Viking Actual, we are en route to the target location, how copy?' you perk your ears up, while you busy yourself with grabbing your canteen off of your belt, frowning when you're greeted with a distinct lightness. During the walk up to the scope point, you're quite sure you were only sipping at it. 'We are en route to target location location, how copy?'

A step closer to getting Ajax back.

Hooking you canteen back onto your vest, you lift your head to see Keegan holding his own out to you, 'you drink like it's goin' out of fuckin' fashion, kid,' he remarks, letting go of it as you grab it out of his hands. Unscrewing the lid, he watches you, 'just don't finish it all; can't drink any of the water around here and we don't know how long they're going to be.'

'Solid copy, viking,' Merrick responds, 'be advised, recent reports indicate a lot of enemy movement in that area. We're on a schedule here, so get that intel and get out fast,' he continues. Both you and Keegan listen, and you take two sips of water from his canteen with his narrowed gaze on you before relenting, giving him the bottle back. 'See?'

'Roger that.'

'You're the one with an empty canteen, princess,' he answers, snatching it off of you, putting it back onto his belt. 'We best continue to move up from this position; we're too far out to meet them,' he says, looking to Merrick who hums, 'we're clear to proceed—'

He's crudely cut off by a distant rumble, the shudder resulting in the wind picking up pace, a crows cried out in the distance.

The collateral damage done to the world since ODIN was ripped from the States has been catastrophic, and every now and again, you observe your surroundings with a reservation set for when you make it back to the base; you don't have time to contemplate and wallow in your sorrows, rather, you simply have to get on with it, just as Keegan does as he opens his mouth to speak again.

'Whole place is gonna be swallowed soon,' he sighs, turning to look down the path.

Merrick proceeds forward without another word, intent on keeping on the schedule he has planned out since hearing word from Elias requesting you're there to meet the boys for the information.

Keegan takes a small step before stopping looking over his shoulder at you, 'c'mon, kid, burning daylight,' he says, motioning his head in the direction of Merrick who has already began to trail the path down, 'and water too,' he chuckles, picking up the pace.

It takes a moment to realise why he's suddenly hot on his feet, his sudden shift in mood causing your heart to murmur as you finally see some form of happiness on his face.

You're a second away from smiling at him, and then his comment strikes you like a blunt blade and you grumble out a curse, following after the two men with a huffing breath and curse

—

'Stalker Six, we got something here, looks like they're digging through some sort of wreckage.'

After a few minutes of silence and trivesing through the remains of the wild life in the rotting area, you're greeted with the voice of the same Walker boy who has been doing all the talking.

You're familiar with his name, Hesh. Although, as you're walking beside Keegan, you find the name of the other one escapes you. It doesn't help that he certainly is not one for words.

The comment he makes has all three of you sharing a look, unable to muster any form of response. Despite the urge to speak, you remain quiet, watching as Merrick's brow furrows, rubbing his masked mouth with his hand. 'What do you mean? What kind of wreckage?'

It could be anything and you've learned, over the years, that nothing should surprise you anymore. Hell, even if aliens greet the remnants of Earth tomorrow, you're convinced you'll barely bat an eye to it; it's simply just another day on the job.

'Not sure. It's guarded, but we're gonna push through.'

It's good to know the boys share the same determination as their father, though, the mysterious wreckage works to cause your brow to wrinkle as you contemplate what exactly they're up to now. 'Do they ever have a fuckin' off day?' you ask.

'Negative,' Merrick retorts, 'enemy always has to be doin' something, was the same in the Second World War and it's the same in this one too. You let the enemy loose for a moment of shut eye, they'll dig your grave and put you in it by the time you wake up again,' he continues, his tone gruff as you watch his back.

It's difficult to miss the gunshots the further the Walker boys push into No Man's Land, and you find your hand hovering about the pistol in your holster just to make sure nothing and no one will pounce on you.

While proceeding to the meet up spot, you busy yourself with the thought of Merrick's words, while keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of moment. Nothing is going to get past you, and if it does, you're thankful you have the watchful eye of Keegan located at your side.

It's difficult to even think of him never being as capable as he is today, and when you glance at him, you find your mind falling back to the night once again.

There's something in your chest that flutters at the thought of his care towards you from the night you met all away to right in this moment; Keegan always has your back.

And you always have his... only because of his training, of course.

He catches your look almost immediately and you catch his face shifting beneath his mask.

'What?' he asks, 'something on my face?' he asks, clearly amused.

You say nothing for a moment, looking in Merrick's direction to see the man is a fair distance away from the pair of you.

'You remember how we met, right?' you ask, to which he nods his head, keeping his eyes surveying the area. 'When we met, you said you were a shit shot and—'

You stop when you catch Merrick looking at Keegan with a raised eyebrow. Typically, the man kept his nose out of the conversations the pair of you have; there's nothing in there for him to really understand, only bothering to join the debate when it is of importance.

In fact, he remarked that, before meeting you, Keegan was quiet- and he still is, in your humble opinion, yet, apparently his short and witty replies to your comments render all the Ghosts shocked.

The pair of them share a look, and you catch it. It's subtle, you'll give them that, but it's notable enough for you to let out a short laugh.

'What?' you slowly say.

Keegan takes a breath, turning his attention to you. He's grinning beneath the mask.

'You wanna know the truth?' he asks.

Your eyes narrow.

'What truth?'

'I lied to you when we first met,' he says.

It's as though a bullet is fired into your stomach as you look at the man in front of you. He's unmoved by his confession, carrying on as though he has said nothing to you.

'You lied to me? About what?' you ask.

Maybe it was about the fact that he really wanted to take you under his wing, maybe he was full of shit about that- what if it was a funny dare or something? You'd take the pistol out of the holster and blow your brains out if such is the case.

His calmness is insulting as he looks at you.

'Saying I was a shit shot, I'm a liar,' he says, and despite the match, you can see him smiling under it, 'was one of the best in my squad, that's how I got the attention of Elias in the first place.'

'W- Why would you lie about that?' you ask.

Your entire life seems to be a lie in a moment of overdramatic reflection.

'Because you looked like you needed someone to relate to,' he shrugs, as though it's something that means little. 'I didn't want to make you feel like you had no one there,' he says, 'the people in the squad you were in when I met were unforgiving to you, kid; they expected perfection from the minute you joined and you were capable of that because you need help and—'

'I needed you,' you state, not caring for any excuse he'd muster up.

Beneath his mask, you note the smile on his face as he nods his head.

'You said it yourself,' he chuckles.

'Didn't think you'd risk your own price to do somethin' nice,' Merrick butts in, 'suppose you did the right thing though, got one of the strongest fighters on our squad through a lie.'

Your cheeks redden at the compliment and you rub your face with your gloved hand.

'Was all worth it in the end,' Keegan shrugs.

As you push forward, per the command of Merrick, your heartbeat is ringing in your ears- it's pathetic really; you feel like a fucking high schooler as your thoughts are swarmed with the very thought that, even upon meeting you, he cared enough about you to lie to you.

You know him well enough to know that despite his quiet nature in the face of opposition and those who he doesn't know, he's a prideful man and he takes pride in his work and abilities. His confidence, while at times annoying, is something you wouldn't change in the world. His confidence keeps you alive and his confidence is the very reason you're standing beside him and fighting beside him.

After a while of silence, you look at him and nudge him with your elbow.

'Thanks for lying to me,' you say.

'You're welcome,' he answers, looking at you, 'all you needed to have was a little bit a of help- somethin' they weren't ever going to give you.'

'Why did you even approach me in the first place?'

He turns away from you for a moment, sucking in a breath. That glowing confidence seems to disappear for a moment, but after a brief second of collecting himself, he turns back to you.

'I thought you were pretty.'

You're winded, and not by the walk.

'I was a crying, snotty mess,' you blurt out, to which he rolls his eyes.

'I'd seen you around the base, and you only started crying when I starting talking to you properly. But, even if you're a crying snotty mess or not, it doesn't matter to me, kid,' he says, 'you looked pretty.'

You bite your lip, turning away from him. Unfortunately, you lack what he has in abundance. He doesn't say anything further as the you proceed to the meeting spot, instead, he slips his hand into yours, tightly squeezing it.

It's short and brief as he soon lets go at the sound of a barking dogs, although, before the pair of you jump back into action, you both offer. each other a knowing look as you prepare to paint the world red; you know his eyes are on you.

We'll talk about this later.

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[serenpedac]

For that 'seeking physical affection' post, I would love to see how you think the members of Unit Bravo would do this with one another!

I’ve been thinking of this ask ever since getting it! Thank you so much, this was great fun!

A note: these are all written from the perspective of the person offering the physical affection, because I figured they would be able to more clearly observe what the other is doing. (The only exception is the one for Farah, because, well, you’ll see ^^) The downside is that it doesn’t show what the person needing the affection feels, but I hope the effect still comes across.

Also, this got kind of long, no obligation to read it all!

Words: ~1900 Rating: Teen and up Relationship: All of UB, the friendship edition Warnings: None

Ava and Nat

The hallway echoes with the sound of a training dummy being pummelled. Nat winces at a crack. The silence that follows it is broken again by the time she reaches the training room. On the other side of it is Ava, the muscles in her arms and shoulders working as she hits the dummy again and again.

Hands shoved into her pockets, Nat leans against the doorway. Ava has noticed her, of that she is certain, and will acknowledge her presence in time.

Two, three more strikes pass before Ava turns to her, panting. Her face is flushed and several strands of hair have escaped her ponytail, a detail that would make her look soft it it weren’t for her eyebrows knitted together. Undeterred by the expression, Nat crosses the training room, the floor giving ever so slightly underneath her feet.  

“I could hear you all the way from my room.”

Ava’s gaze flickers to the arm of the training dummy that is dangling at its side, and back to Nat, crossing her arms before her chest as if daring Nat to say anything about the crippled object. Nat leans back on her heels instead, raising an eyebrow at Ava’s knuckles which are chafed raw and red.  

When Ava realises what she’s looking at, her frown smoothes out. Wordlessly, she gets the plain white wrap from where it’s stored and hands the rolls over.

Just as quietly, Nat slips the loop around Ava’s thumb and begins wrapping. Around and under, between the thumb and forefinger and over the knuckles, covering skin that has already started to heal. With each wrapping, Ava’s breathing becomes steadier, her heartbeat slowing down.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Nat says as she pulls the fabric between each of Ava’s fingers.

With all her years of experience, Ava must know it to be true. They had been given insufficient information, not enough time to prepare. Despite that, the hand Nat is holding twitches.

“Still,” Ava murmurs before letting out a sigh.

With a final tug, Nat fastens the velcro at the end. She gives a light squeeze, brushing the unwrapped skin of Ava’s fingers before letting go.

Ava wiggles her fingers, but doesn’t otherwise move out of the bubble of their mingled breaths and shared body heat. “Thank you.”

There’s a softness in those jade stone eyes, a vulnerability that only a rare few ever get to see. Nat counts herself lucky to number among those few.

“Always, old friend.”

*~*~*~*~*

Mason and Felix

“Again?!”

Felix’s head shoots up from putting on his socks to find Mason holding one of his purple hoodies. His very favourite hoodie, in fact. 

“Awesome timing, I just needed that one.” He jumps up to walk over in time with the beat of the music to take it from Mason’s outstretched hand. He pulls it over his head. His grin when he emerges is answered with a scowl. “Someone got out of bed with the wrong leg.” That’s not quite it, is it? Was it foot? Nope, that doesn’t sound right either. He shakes his head.

Mason, meanwhile, is still standing there, glaring at him. Definitely not in a good mood, but there’s more to it than that. He would have left otherwise.

“Did you already have breakfast?” 

Mason shrugs. That’s a no, then. Meaning he’s waiting for the rest of them so they can have it together or he’s trying to avoid the boost fresh blood will give to his senses. Considering his mood, Felix is more than willing to bet it’s not the former. So, that leaves the only other option: a night—or nights—filled with nightmares that have left Mason on edge. 

“Want to hang out here?” Felix asks as he turns off the music on his phone.

There’s another shrug, this one meaning yes—really, Felix is becoming a master at interpreting them.

“I’ll be right back.” Felix dashes out of his bedroom and, setting a new record, is back before Mason has wandered off.

Pushing a straw through the plastic bag, he sits down at his desk, debating what to do. There are a thousand things he could talk about, but that would be the last thing Mason, leaning against the wall with his shoulders drawn up and arms crossed, needs right now. No, he needs it to be quiet, but not so boring that he will notice the way those nightmares left his body stressed and frazzled.

After drinking the last drops of blood, Felix tosses the package into the bin, and takes out some paper and his drawing supplies. Crayons, because they don’t scratch as harshly as pencils do, and because they smell waxy smooth, much like the lines they draw across the paper.

While he is gathered his stuff, Mason went over to the beanbag in the corner to slump down on it. 

As Felix continues to blend layers of colour together, the atmosphere of the room changes, he can tell. His short strokes from the start turn into longer, slower ones, the crayons gliding across the paper. When he next looks over at Mason, he is lying with his head tilted back against the wall, his eyes closed. His chest is slowly rising and falling. Not asleep, but close to it.

The sight makes Felix smile, a soft glow blooming in his chest. And if the drawing takes a little—a lot—longer than it really should, well, Mason doesn’t know anything about art anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

Nate and Adam

“Would you mind if I joined you?” Nate’s low voice pulls Adam out of his research. 

The muscles in Adam’s shoulders tighten at the note of tension in his voice. After the brightness of the screen, it takes his eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness and discern the tightness drawn across Nate’s face. The attempted smile as he draws near lacks his usual warmth, but it is enough to make Adam lean back in his chair and nod at the seat beside him. “Not at all.” 

It is when he leans over to turn on the light beside the desk that he notices it: a thickness to the air, the build-up of charge in inevitable anticipation.

A storm is coming.

Nate sits down and places the book he had brought on the desk. It’s one of the older books, hints of vanilla filling the air. Adam catches golden lettering on the cover when he turns on the desk lamp, though he doesn’t manage to read the title before Nate opens it.

There have been many storms they endured together, but it hasn’t always been like this. Those early years had been worse, Nate often locking himself away, and by the time he would finally open the door, his eyes would be shot through with red, his entire body hunched in on himself. Though there is little he can do, it is better to endure nights like these together, Adam thinks, and he is grateful Nate has come to that same conclusion.

The first raindrops patter against the window, followed by a gust of wind wailing around the warehouse walls. A shudder runs through Nate, the echo reverberating through the spot where Adam’s shoulder is touching his. He shifts his seat closer, until he can easily let his knee rest against Nate’s.

Shoulder-to-shoulder and leg-to-leg, they sit together, Nate’s eyes trained on the yellowed pages of his book, while the screen before Adam is filled with starker black on white. Nate does not read, the rhythm with which he turns the pages too irregular for that. Likewise, the research Adam had been working on progresses little. Not that he is worried, but it would be remiss of him not to pay attention to how a member of his team and his oldest friend is feeling.

As the storm howls outside, Nathaniel leans more of his weight against him, or maybe he is the one who has moved closer. The warmth of skin seeps through layers of clothes, their arms now pressed together tight enough for Adam to feel the tightening of muscles when lightning strikes some spot nearby, the air crackling and sharp with ozone.

Nate lets out a short breath and Adam nudges his shoulder. It’s alright, my friend.

Mercifully, the storm passes fast.

The book is closed with a dull thud, but before Nate can rise, Adam puts his hand on his shoulder. 

“Do get some sleep.”

The corners of Nate’s mouth curve with a glimmer of a smile, and he casts a conspicuous look at the laptop screen. “I would say something about a pot and a kettle, if I though it would be of any use.”

A huff escapes him, more out of amusement and relief, than annoyance. “I am almost done. Besides, I hardly need the sleep.”

“But you need the rest.” Nate places his own hand on his, the inside of his palm slightly sticky with sweat, and says, softer, “Please, let me help tomorrow.” After a brief moment, Adam nods. As if he had been waiting for that signal, Nate rises then and offers him a smile, one that is small but true. “Good night, Adam.”

*~*~*~*~*

Farah and all of UB

“Did you all miss me?” The last part of Farah’s question is muffled against Nate’s shoulder as she hugs him tight. He smells nice, the scent of his favourite soap hanging around him, together with that of the leather of his jacket, but this close, he mostly smells of himself.

Without hesitation, he returns her hug, long arms wrapping around her. “We certainly did.”

“Knew it!” With that, she’s off to the next person: Morgan, who is standing with her arms crossed as if that would keep Farah from hugging her. Pffft, as if!

Moving slower and squeezing not quite as much, Farah puts her arms around her.

“I sure as hell did not miss getting my ears blasted out,” Morgan grumbles, letting her arms drop to her sides to relax within Farah’s hold. That counts as a win, for sure.

It leaves only one other person: Adam. He looks about as excited as Morgan at the prospect of a hug. 

“You really could do with showing some more enthusiasm.” Farah pauses to give him a once-over. “Think about morale, team spirit. Look at Nate, for example. He made me feel like you missed me and were happy that I’m back.”

Nate gives her a warm smile, proving her point, while Adam frowns, proving her point even more.

“Of course I am glad that you are back. You’re an integral part of our team.”

Farah purses her lips, considering. “You mean that without me, you would be hopelessly lost and all would fall apart?” She claps her hands together. “I’ll take that.” 

She encloses him in a hug before he can do something like asking her for a debrief of the mission or, even worse, remember the supply of blood bags she forgot to put in the fridge last time she was at the warehouse. It only takes about a second for Adam to hug her back. He’s a good hugger, if he wants to be, holding her firm but never too tight.

When he lets go, she just manages to catch the dimples in his cheeks before his Commanding Agent mask slips back into place. He really is happy that she’s back. Farah knew that, of course, but it’s still nice to have it confirmed like this.

She looks around at her three teammates—friends—and smiles wide and bright. It’s good to be back home.

*~*~*~*~*

End notes

The one for Mason and Felix is a very broad interpretation of the prompt. It’s not that I think M would never seek out physical affection, but.. Okay, this is where my thoughts get a bit incoherent, but I was thinking about how M turns to sex (and cigarettes) as a way of overstimulating their senses so that the smaller things are drowned out. This is however not them wanting affection. It made me wonder: is there a different, more subtle way they would go for when they are searching for this?

With how strong their senses are, I figured that merely being close to someone, for example being in the same room, would already have a physical affect on them. So, that’s what I was going for here.

Also, I don't think they would be aware they're looking for affection, so it's a good thing F is this sensitive to other people's emotions!

[whump-imagines]

Backup

Jay x reader

Wc: 920

Reader is in intelligence and goes to talk to a suspect alone. Kind of inspired by the episode when Erin gets held hostage. Also Connor didn't leave. Because it's my fic and I can do what I want.

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As soon as the suspect pulled the knife out of his pocket, you heard Jay’s words echo in your head 'just wait for me to get there'.

You had just assured him you could handle one interview on your own.

The knife swung towards you and you managed to dodge it and throw a punch. Then you were in an all out brawl trying to disarm this suspect without getting stabbed.

You heard the door crash open followed by Jay shouting your name.

In the moment of distraction, the knife suddenly connected across your abdomen. You curled into yourself and then lost your balance as you dodged another blow.

From your back on the ground you kicked at the suspect trying to regain control of the situation. Kicking and trying to roll out from below him, he managed to slice once more across your thigh just above your knee.

“Drop the knife!” Jay shouted from the doorway. The guy hesitated and Jay tried again. “Drop it and put your hands up!”

“Okay!” The guy bent like he was going to comply but then straightened and took off running out the back door.

“Suspect is on foot out the back door. He is armed,” Jay relayed into his radio.

You heard Adam and Kevin confirm they had eyes on him and were in pursuit.

Knowing they would catch him, you relaxed onto the floor exhausted from fighting. You knew you should assess your injuries but you just wanted a moment.

Next thing you knew, Jay was kneeling beside you. “Shit, shit,” he cursed. He grabbed a dish towel from the counter before speaking into his radio again as he pressed the towel to your abdomen. “I have an officer down. Deep laceration to the femoral artery.” He ripped off his belt and wrapped it around your leg and tightened it.

“It's fine. It doesn't even hurt.” You tried to stop him from fully tightening his belt.

“It's not fine. You already lost too much blood, you're in shock.” He managed to tighten the belt enough to slow the blood flow causing you to scream in pain. He pulled the towel away from the second cut and sighed in relief. “That one doesn't look too deep.”

You just nodded. Suddenly everything hurt and you were cold. “I'm tired.”

He gently tapped your cheek and forced your eyes to meet his. “You stay awake. Medics will be here any second.”

“Jay?” You hear Sylvie shout from towards the front of the house.

“Back here!” Jay answers. Then he turns his focus to you. “You hear that? Sylvie and Violet are here. They'll get you to Med and we'll get you all patched up.”

“Hey,” Violet greets as she kneels down beside you. “What happened?”

“Knife wounds,” Jay explained. “She needs a better tourniquet on her leg. Belt slowed it but it's not enough. She's also got a shallow one across her stomach.”

“BP is low and she's tachy,” Sylvie added. “We should go.”

“This is going to hurt,” Violet told you before horrible pain shot through your leg. You heard velcro and then the jingle of Jay’s belt buckle as it was removed from your leg.

Sylvie handed an IV bag to Jay and then leaned so you could see her. “I'm going to give you something for the pain and then we'll get you to Med. How's that sound?”

“Sounds good.”

By the time they were loading you into the ambulance you were struggling to stay awake. Soon after the doors closed you lost that fight.

You hear Jay talking. Why is he talking so loud when you're trying to sleep? You groan, hoping he will get the message and be quieter.

“Y/N?” Jay is closer now. “Are you awake?”

Groaning again, you shake your head. “Shh.”

He chuckles. “No, shh. I need you to open your eyes for me, sweetheart.”

You hear the hiss of air and then something is squeezing your arm. Confusion finally makes you crack open your eyes. As soon as you look around, you realize you're in the hospital and then you remember the fight and the knife.

“Hi.” He runs his hand over your head and presses a kiss to your forehead. “How're you feeling?”

“Hi,” you croak and then cough. Jay grabs a cup of water for you to sip. Clearing your throat you try again. “Hi. Um, I feel okay. Tired. Maybe a little dizzy.”

He nods. “Any pain?”

You take a moment to access. You shift slightly, testing. There's a slight burn as the gown shifts over your stomach and a bit of an ache in your leg. “Nothing unbearable.”

Just then, the door opens and Connor enters. “Hey, glad you're awake.”

“Yeah. Can I go back to sleep now?” you asked. “Better yet, can I go home?”

“No. You'll be here until tomorrow at a minimum,” he explained. “I need you off that leg for now.” He moves the blanket and checks your stitches then moves to check the pulse in your foot. “Everything looks good. Get some rest.”

“Thanks, man,” Jay walks over to shake Connor's hand.

“Yeah, thanks!” you add before he can leave the room.

You yawn as the door closes. Jay takes your hand in his and peppers kisses to your knuckles. “Do me a favor…”

“Hmm?” You hum trying to stay awake.

He presses one more kiss to the back of your hand. “Next time, don't go in without backup.”

You snort. “Yeah, deal.”

[wri0thesley]

I think about cuddly harbingers alot. Like capitano holding you so gently but firmly, you aren’t squeezes but you are tightly held, a loving embrace to show that he seeks to protect you even when he is unconscious.

Dottore who will deny that he is cuddly but everytime you sleep in the same room he wraps himself around you like velcro. Good luck getting him off to go to the bathroom.

Pierro in my eyes is a gentle cuddler. A gentle embrace, likely not even asleep. He enjoys just admiring how peaceful you look slumbering with your face to his chest and a faint smile of comfort and contentment on your lips.

Pantalone rarely sleeps at a reasonable hour much less the same ned time as you but when he does he’s taking his spot next to you and moving you to your side so he can wrap his arms around you.

And ofc Tartaglia who is the cuddliest mf ever. He just likes feeling you against him! He likes using your body as his pillow, or when you use him as a pillow like sleeping on his arm (even if it cuts off circulation he won’t back down). He cannot last a second awake when you’re the big spoon however. Your arms around him, your presence engulfing his nose and mind, it just alleviates all tension and thoughts from his brain. If you play with his hair he’ll be lulled even quicker. He tries to stay awake! He wants each second to count but oh you’re so warm and he’s so tired and comfy like this.

arlecchino who holds you tighter than you thought she would; you’d had the impression she would be rather hands-off, protective of her own space . . . but she clings to you like the web of a spider, arms wrapped right about you, so that you have to wake her up if you so much as want to roll over (and heaven knows you can’t make it to the bathroom without her following you, waiting for you to return to the snuggle).

cuddly harbingers…..

[cinemastyles-blog]

Come On, You Got It.

Summary: an anon request on Wattpad - "Personal trainer Harry???"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (both), finishing in readers mouth, fingering, squirting, hair pulling, choking, filth

BOXER HARRY

"Come on, love. Give me a few more then we can take a break." Harry says as he leans around the punching bag, "You got it. Just a few more, please."

You sigh and drops your glove covered hands to your sides, "I'm tired, Harry."

He chuckles at your whining and shakes his head, "Fine. Go get some water."

You smirk as you undo the Velcro with your teeth and it makes Harry's eyebrow twitch. He runs his hand over his face as he walks over to grab his white boxing gloves off of the bench.

You walk over, sitting down as you grab your water bottle. Your eyes stay on him as he moves over to in front of you, "Can you wrap my hands?"

You know damn well Harry can wrap his own hands, but you don't argue. You grab the wrap from his grasp and move his hand to how you want it.

You've been training with Harry for months now, and you kinda of have a thing for him, so you know exactly how he likes it done.

"You're a fast learner." He jokes as his eyes follow your hands. You glance up at him and his eyes meet yours, "Only been doing this for how long."

He smirks as he brings his wrapped hand up, inspecting it, "Damn near perfect."

You scoff, "That is perfect."

"I know." Harry hands you his gloves to help him get them on, "I just like getting you riled up." He winks and you can feel your face get warmer, "Shut up."

"Make me."

Your head snaps upward and you sigh, "I could kick your ass any day." You squeeze your water bottle, squirting water in your mouth.

He watches as water dribbles down your chin and he quickly wipes it away with his thumb, "I'd like to see you try."

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"Come on, y/n." Harry walks around the bag, admiring your punches, "You got it. Jab cross, jab cross cross." He nods in approval and grabs the bag, holding it still.

You step back, wiping sweat from your forehead onto your arm, "How was that?" He leans out around and smirks, "Good, that was good. But.."

You tilt your head as you take your gloves off, "What?"

He steps out from behind the bag and crosses his arms, "Still don't think you can beat me."

You raise your eyebrows, "Mm. I see."

"What?" He laughs as you walk to grab your water, "Come on. Loser buys dinner."

You turn to look at him before putting your gloves back on, "You are so on, Styles."

He grabs his gloves, putting them back and walking over to the mat, "C'mon." You smirk as you walk over, standing infront of him, "Ready to lose?"

He tilts his head and shrugs, "I should be asking you that."

You both get ready, moving around in a circle as you wait for your moment to strike. You used the combos that you learned today and end up popping him right in the nose.

By total accident.

"Oh my god.. are you okay?" You rest your glove over your lips as you step towards a doubled over Harry, "Hey I'm so- whoa!" You let out a slight scream as Harry flips you, pinning you to the ground.

His body is slightly pressing against yours and you look at him from over your shoulder, "Hey now."

He rolls you over onto your back and pins your arms down by your biceps, "Hey now." He says in a mocking tone which makes you laugh.

His eyes move over your face as he licks his lips and smiles, "So whats for dinner?"

"A knuckle sandwich if you don't let me up." You fight back a smirk but fail as he helps you stand up. You take your gloves off and unwrap your hands as you think, "Whatever you want is fine with me."

He nods, "I'll think about that while I shower."

You bite your lip and nod as you bend down to grab your bag, "Alright." You look at him with a smile before you disappear into the locker room to shower.

The whole time, the thought of you and Harry being the only ones in the gym settles into your mind.

You push them away but each time they come back, they're stronger and dirtier than the last.

You walk out, drying your hair off with a towel.

"About time." Harry says with an over exaggerated groan, "I'm starving out here." You laugh, "Sorry. I wanted to make sure I didn't stink like sweat."

He laughs, "Girls and their long ass showers."

"Hey. Can't hate it if you haven't tried it."

"What? A shower with you?" He raises his eyebrows and it causes you to stumble over your words, "Wh- no i di- not what I meant, Harry."

"Again. I just like to get you going." He chuckles and throws his bag over his shoulder, "I just have to stop over here at my office quick, so just give me a sec."

I nod and follow him over, watching as he sits down at his desk. His fingers tap the top as he tries to remember why he went in there.

"What are you looking for?" You ask as you lean against the door frame. He blows out air and leans back in his chair, "Come here."

Your heart starts beating fast as you step in and walk over to him, "What's up?"

He bites his lips and looks up at you, "So.." he laughs slightly and shakes his head, "Nothing, we can, uh. We can just go get dinner."

He stands up and you put your hand on his chest, "No. Finish what you were going to say."

He looks down at your hand planted flat on his chest and back up to you, "I want you."

His words make you freeze for a moment, but only because you were sure if he'd ever go for you, he is your trainer and all.

"Really?" You bite your lip and slowly slide your hand down his chest, slipping your fingers into the band of his shorts, "Because I want you, too."

In a quick motion, he spins you and sets you on his desk, "Glad we feel the same." He pulls your shorts and panties to the side, slowly slipping two fingers into you as he watches your face scrunch up with pleasure.

He slides his other hand up and grabs the back of your neck, "You're so fucking hot." He crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as he thrusts his fingers in and out quickly.

"Fuck, fuck. Yes yes yes." You whine out as you push your chest forward.

"Fuckin' hell. Thats it, baby." Harry groans as he watches the liquid drip from his hand and off your body onto the floor, "Never had anyone do that before."

He looks at you with a proud expression, "That was fucking perfect." His lips find their way to yours but he quickly kisses down your next and drops to his knees with a grunt, "need to see if you taste as sweet as you look."

He hooks his arms under your thighs, holding your shorts and panties to the side as he just goes for it. You throw your head back, moaning as you rest your hand on the back of his head, "Fuck, Harry."

He hums as he works his tongue in and out of your pussy, causing you to gasp and move your hips forward, "Shit, h-Harry."

Your legs lock over his shoulders and he has a tight grasp on your thighs keeping them spread as he devours you.

"I'm gonna cum.." you announce in a breathless whisper, "Shi-" you let out a loud moan, knocking stuff over as you grasp the edge of the desk.

Harry continues to eat you out through the high of your orgasm, causing your legs to shake and jolt with each time his nose bumps your clit.

He leans back, looking up at you as he continues to grip your thighs, "You taste heavenly, baby."

He moves one leg off your shoulder, kissing up to your knee as he sets it down and he gives your other leg the same treatment before standing up.

He slips his shirt off, now, you've seen Harry shirtless multiple times, but it never fails to take your breath away.

You lick your lips, still panting from the tap orgasms back to back, "You are so fucking hot."

He smirks as he pushes his sweats down, "Yeah?"

You nod and reach out for him to come closer. He smiles and moves in, resting his thumb and pointer on your chin, "Pretty sexy yourself, love."

You slip your fingers into the band of his boxers as he kisses you. You slowly pull them down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping slowly as you make out.

"Gonna get it wet for me?" He asks smirking against your lips. You smirk back and nod, "Of course."

He steps back, helping you down off the desk before he  rests against the desk. You kiss down his chest, over his torso, and down the one v-line until your chin rests on his cock.

You plant little kisses from the base of his cock to the tip and wrap your lips around. Harry is in awe watching you so what you're doing, he doesn't say another word.

He just moans, slightly loud as you start bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. His hand rests gently on the back of your head, but pushes every so often to tell you he wants you to take him all in.

You take a deep breath through your nose and relax as much as you can before sinking your head all the way down on him.

"F-fuck, thats.." he groans and tilts his head back, "That's it."

You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock from your bottom lip. He looks down, bringing his hand around to swipe it away, "Up."

You move to your feet and he pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as he spins you around, planting you on the edge of his desk, "Thought about this the moment I seen you throwing those punches."

You smile and bring one foot up to rest on the desk, "Mm." He pushes your shorts and panties to the side and nods, "You're a fucking natural out there."

His compliment makes you blush slightly but that's quickly forget as he slips the head of his cock past your folds and into you. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder, "Harry."

He licks his lips before parting them, watching as his cock disappears inside of you fully. Your eyes roll shut and you moan out at him stretching you, "So big."

He smirks and grabs a handful of your hair, "You like that, huh?"

You try to nod, but the grip Harry has makes you unable to, "So fucking much."

He pulls his cock out slowly before thrusting back in, quickly building up to a harsh, but very pleasurable speed.

"Fuck." Harry groans and grips your throat with his other hand and pushes his cock fully into you, "You're going to make me cum."

That comment makes you feel incredible.

He shakes his head, smiling as he leans down to kiss you. His hand that's holding your hair, moves to hook under your thigh, bringing it up to his bicep.

He starts thrusting again, squeezing your throat slowly as he watches your face, "Does that feel good?" He rests his forehead against your temple and you whimper out a quiet, "Mhm."

"Where do you want me to cum?" He leans back, letting go of your neck, "I'm close." His thrusts slow down a little and you lay a hand on his arm that's holding your leg, "Mouth."

He moans as he pictures you on your knees, cum on your tongue and he pulls out, "Fuck, okay. Okay."

You move down to the floor, resting on your calves as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him. He jerks his cock a few times, moaning out as he watches it pool onto your tongue, sliding back towards your throat.

"Such a pretty girl." He breathes out and taps his cock on your lips as you close them to swallow. He stares down at you, smirking as you stick your tongue back out to show him that it's gone.

"Dirty girl, too." He smirks and rubs your cheek with his thumb, "Come on. I'll buy dinner tonight." He winks and helps you stand up.

He pulls you in by your waist and kisses you. You smile and laugh slightly against his lips, "Before we do that, I need to change."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckle, "Why's that?"

You roll your eyes and push his shoulder gently, "You know exactly why, Mr. Styles." You walk over and grab your bag, shuffling through to grab a new pair of panties and shorts, "Could have just taken them off."

He shrugs, "I'll take them off next time."

——

Thank you for the request and thank you for being so patient. Hope you liked it!

[shadeops21]

Hello! I love your Cosplay Guides for COD! It’s very detailed and well done! But I can’t seem to find the character I’d like to cosplay beside Soap! I even found and looked on your DeviantArt, but he wasn’t there. Would it be possible to consider adding Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson? Thank you in advance! :)

Ah, here’s where it gets difficult as there isn’t a “canon” reboot appearance of Roach that is able to be properly broken down. A lot of the “remaster” Roach images out there are actually just using modified or “kitbashed” versions of AI NPC skins or generic MP “milsim” skins, which share a lot of the same core assets as the campaign characters in terms of clothing, plate carriers, and pouches, albiet in different configurations and colourations.

The OG trilogy doesn’t give us much to work on either as we didn’t really see more than his arms from the first person mode, and what glimpses of his body we do get, he’s wearing the same kit as the other TF141 characters as their appearance was a lot more uniform than the reboot is. The other issue with the OG trilogy is that the equipment, even in the remaster, is too low-poly and generic to really make any kind of identification of specific equipment nearly impossible.

(Post-note: This is turning into a longer response than I expected so I’ll throw this under the cut)

Personally, if I were building a cosplay for Roach that was in line with the reboot’s aesthetics, then I would start with what “theme” I want to capture based on existing trends. Looking at what the other boys have there are about three, maybe four distinct themes:

- Night Raider: the “nightwar” gear where they’re all in black and navy blue, night vision goggles, all that “going dark” angle

- Field Work: what the boys wear a lot during MW19 and MWIII, your more conventional SF look with the green, brown, and camouflage printed clothing and gear, maybe helmets or hats, etc.

- Urban Ops: essentially streetwear or civilian attire with their combat loads just thrown over the top, maybe a thinned out load for mobility or “short duration” actions. Think Soap’s tee & jeans load or what is worn during the tunnel fight in the end of MWIII.

Once you have a theme in mind, draw inspiration from the others for what Roach might have, and don’t be afraid to incorporate headcanons if you so choose.

Here’s what I would do if I were building a Roach costume, using what is known from the canon trilogy and commonly adopted fanon.

Theme: Urban Operations

Clothing:

- Ranger Green Crye G3 combat shirt, rolled up sleeves to below the elbow. UK IR flag patch on right shoulder pocket flap.

- Faded blue and torn denim jeans, single kneepad on the right knee.

- Mechanix Original gloves in Coyote Brown, cutoff the trigger finger halfway on the right glove.

Platform (vest):

- Crye CPC in coyote brown

— Condor Tactical Annex Admin pouch on the top velcro section of the vest

— 2x HSGI Twin AR Taco rifle mag pouches on the front MOLLE panel, occupying wearer’s left and centre row pairs

— Flashbang pouch occupying right row pair of the front molle panel

— Left cummerbund, running front to back: HSGI Single AR Taco rifle mag pouch, Spritus Systems GP pouch, Tactical Tailor PRC-152 radio pouch - all coyote brown

— Right cummerbund, front to back: flashbang pouch, Spritus Systems GP pouch

— Rear platebag just remains empty to accommodate a backpack when needed

— Patches: Green IR UK flag patch attached to the admin pouch

- Ronin Tactics TF Belt, coyote brown

— Left hip: ESSTAC twin pistol magazine pouch, with single HSGI AR Taco behind it

— Small of back: Blue Force Gear Micro Trauma NOW IFAK

— Right Hip: holster of some kind on a low-ride platform, suitable for a sidearm of your choosing. Recommend Safariland brand.

Headwear:

Beanie/watch cap with Opscore AMP headset over the top, half-face neckwrap in black or grey, with tinted wrap sunglasses.

Haven’t covered footwear as I have a few boots I wear personally, can’t go wrong with either Underarmour or Oakley tactical boots, or cross reference my guides and see what the others wear.

I hope this serves as a helpful guide or something to help you out with your own Roach cosplay. And believe me, if we do get a Roach character in the reboot verse you can bet that I’ll have their loadout breakdown done!

Thanks for the ask!

[laylasmoonchild]

Heavenly

Summary: This was a request 💘 Reader is getting ready for bed & Sam gets her all hot and bothered, simple as that, daddy kink, breeding kink, OOF, enjoy, ya filthy sluts!

WARNINGS: 18+ Smut, Oral (F & M Receiving), Sex, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex, Daddy/Little Kink, Finger Sucking, Hair Pulling, Mutual Masturbation.

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I sat at my vanity, in a black silk nightgown, cream colored lace detailing, lining the edges. Slowly removing each velcro roller, one by one. I was too focused on the outcome of each curl to recognize anything else, maybe just the faint record playing, but really nothing more but each tendril falling at my shoulders once released. 

I saw a shadow in my peripheral, I looked up from my hands in the mirror and up behind me. Sam was looking back at me, leaning in the threshold of the doorway. A smile creeped onto his lips as my hand froze on the last roller.

“Oh don’t mind me.” He let out a breathy laugh, entering the room more, still watching me.

I smiled and continued, looking back at myself while I removed it, letting my hair free. I combed my fingers through the curls, looking up once more to see Sammy in his black t-shirt and pajama pants, still looking gorgeous in his bed-wear. He came closer, standing behind me. I looked up at him, doe - eyed through my lashes. He leant down, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck, earning a squeal from me. 

“Sammy,” I protested, he stopped for a minute, moving all of my hair to the opposite side, to give himself more access.

“You know I love to watch you while you get dolled up for nothing.” He said softly.

“Not nothing,” I turned around on the bench, facing him as he lowered to his knees, looking up at me with his pitch black eyes.

“You do your hair before bed, that’s for nothing, doll.” He smirked.

“I do it so I won’t have to do it in the morning, okay?” I playfully rolled my eyes, turning around once more to grab my bottle of lotion, his favorite scent on me.

He stood up as I pumped some of the lotion into my hand. Reaching over me for the bottle. I started rubbing the lotion into my arms, seeing him rub lotion between his hands. I turned to him, sitting with my legs at the end of the stool, Sam once more dropped down to his knees. 

“May I?” He motioned his hands to my legs, I nodded. He began slowly rubbing the lotion into my calves. Sammy loved to give me massages anytime he had the chance, he said it soothes his hands from playing instruments… Not sure how, but I love his hands on me so I won’t question it.

After he finished the right calf, he got some more lotion, watching his hands as he warmed it up, I felt that familiar feeling between my legs form. He began running his hands along the sides of my thighs, I reclined a bit, holding myself up with my hands that planted behind me on the stool. He brought both hands to my left thigh, slowly massaging it. I let out a slight sigh. 

Sam looked at me with a lazy smirk. “What? You like that?” He licked his bottom lip, tugging it with his top teeth.

“Yeah, thank you baby.” I smiled at him, my eyelids getting heavy with lust.

He smiled, continuing his motions, slowly getting closer to my core then back down. He began the same movements on my right thigh. I noticed him trying to catch a glimpse in between my thighs and up my night gown. As Sammy crept his long fingers up my thighs, I instinctively spread my legs open, letting my head hang back and letting out a louder sigh than the last one. His hands applying more pressure, I felt air hit my hot core.

I threw my head up, flushed cheeks and a little embarrassed at how pornographic I must look from his point of view, a little too exposed. 

“Oh no, cmon, baby. Don’t act innocent now.” His mouth hung open as he looked up at me then between my thighs. I let out a small laugh and reached out for his face, tracing his lower lip with my thumb.

“You look heavenly down there,” I said softly. 

He smiled, spreading my legs more. Having a full display of my still clothed pussy.

“And you look so beautiful, spread open like this, just for me.” He kissed my thumb, sending a thousand electric bolts through me.

He pulled me by my hips, bringing my ass right to the end of the stool. My nightgown slid up to the tops of my hips from this, legs still spread. He pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them across the room. I lifted my legs to drape them over his shoulders.

His head dipped between my legs. His mouth attaching itself to my clit. 

“Oh, fuck.”

I felt him smile while sucking on my clit, he loved praise. He began pumping his fingers in and out of me, then keeping a steady come hither motion. I threw my head back, mouth hung open letting guttural noises escape it. My right hand combed through his hair, and began tugging it lightly. My legs would tighten around his head every now and then when the pleasure felt too intense.

My nipples hardened through the lace, aching for attention. The strap of my nightgown fell down my shoulder, I took the opportunity to slip my fingers between my lips to collect some saliva, bringing them down to my left breast, pulling down the night gown to expose it. I started playing with my nipple, adding to my arousal.

Sam pulled away from my pussy to see what I was doing above him. He let out a groan watching me touch myself.

“Baby, you taste like fucking heaven… Your pussy is so tight around my fingers, you know that?” His voice was raspy and soft. I pinched my nipple and twirled it between my fingers, biting my bottom lip to muffled the squeal that would escape it while I nodded.

I felt my orgasm approaching as he went back to sucking my clit while flicking his tongue.

His fingers sped up while I felt another moan bubble in my throat.

“Sammy, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, I’m cu- FUCK” My legs clamped around his head again, my walls contracted around his still moving fingers.

He hummed, sending more vibrations through me. As I came down, my legs released him and he pulled his fingers out. His mouth detached from me.

I reached out for him, needing to taste his lips.

He stood up and kissed me passionately, letting his tongue slip into my mouth and run his hands up the sides of my body, pulling me up into him. I wrapped my legs around him while we still kissed and his hands held my ass and he walked me to the bed.

The record that was on stopped while the sounds of our kissing filled the air.

He threw me onto the bed, looking down at me while taking off his shirt.

“Look at my girl…” He lowered his pants along with his boxers. Slowly pumping his hardened cock while I spread my legs wide for him. I smiled, bringing my hand between my legs, collecting some of my cum and spreading it to my clit, rubbing it lightly.

“What about her?” I moaned

“S-such a good girl for me.” His hand tightened around his cock.

I nodded, bringing a finger into my mouth, sucking on it and staring into his eyes. He groaned

“You want daddy to fuck that little mouth before he fucks that pretty pussy?” 

I sucked on my finger harder, rubbing my clit faster and nodded my head at the same speed.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I won’t forget about you, c’mere” He continued pumping himself while I stopped what I was doing and crawled to him.

I looked up at him, mouth wide and tongue out. He thrusted into my mouth, a little too deep at first, making me gag.

“Sorry, baby, I’ll take it easy, yeah?” He slowly thrusted just the tip, wiping the tear that formed. My hand jerked him while I arched my back. My other hand, holding his balls, making him moan. Sam put his hand on my ass, squeezing it and giving it a hard smack. I groaned around his tip, tongue drooling.

“My girl loves that, huh? You love when I spank you?” 

I nodded while I moaned in response.

He spanked me harder, still thrusting while I worked him.

I felt his cock twitch and my pussy pulse. I needed him to cum inside of me.

I let off of him and looked up at his face, that was pure sex.

“I’m close, baby, you want me to cum inside of you?”

“Yes, Sam, I need you.”

“Turn around for me?” He asked.

Sammy knows I’m a sucker for missionary, even when our sex is filthy, I love the sweetness of it, I look up at him with a pout.

“Don’t wanna mess up your pretty hair” He gave me a wink, earning the same eye roll I gave him earlier.

I stood up, still on my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, looking into his dark eyes. I kissed him lightly.

“How thoughtful my daddy is.” I snickered, leaning in for another kiss while his hands went up my body, lifting my nightgown over my head, leaving me naked like him. He squeezed my breasts, lightly rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I moaned into his mouth.

“Only for you, little girl” He smiled, tapping my ass to signal me to turn around.

I did as he wanted, arching my back, fully raising my ass and laying my face sideways onto the bed.

“Was that little stalling act to make sure you had more time with me fucking you? Because your pussy’s too tight for me not to get back to where I just was, baby” He laughed, holding onto my hips with one hand and lining himself up with my dripping entrance.

I laughed a little, shaking my ass lightly, so he’d smack it, which he did. 

Sam thrusted deep into me, making both of us call out for each other. I spread my legs more, making sure he had full access.

I started playing with my clit, rubbing it fast to catch myself up with him. He fastened his pace and reached out for my hair, putting it into a makeshift pony.

He pulled me by my hair, raising me. 

“M-might mess your hair up a bit, a-actually.” He sarcastically laughed with me while fighting back moans.

He continued fucking me, and I felt his cock twitch once more. 

I continued rubbing my clit, moaning out for him.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I love you, I love you, baby” His voice soft and raspy, still fucking me like a slut.

“Do it, Sammy, cum in my pussy, I wanna feel you. I love you so much, give me your babies, cum for me, please!” I cried out, so desperate for him.

“I’m gonna give you them, baby, oh fuck, fuck, oh-“ He came deep inside, slapping his hips against my ass as hard as he can, sure to leave bruises for both of us. I felt him leak out of me as he pulled out.

I flipped over onto my back, Sam joined me onto the bed, over me on his knees and out of breath. 

“Sammy I need to cum again, please” I practically slurred, needing my second orgasm.

“I didn’t forget, mama, open your legs”

I did as he instructed, he brought some of his cum that leaked out of me to my clit, rubbing it with his thumb and fucking my pussy with his fingers.

“Oh, Sammy, FUCK” I threw my head back.

“Love when I fuck my cum back into you?” He kissed my neck and sucked my ear.

“Fuck, yes. YES, YES, YES, oh my god, I love your cum, f-feels s-so good.” I was a moaning mess, the pleasure was so intense.

I felt my second orgasm take over my body as it convulsed under him.

As I came down from it all, Sam collapsed onto me. Kissing me passionately and lazily. He brought his fingers upto my mouth, letting me suck them clean. I moaned in ecstasy.

“We taste good, huh?” He smiled, looking down at me while he slowly took his fingers out of my mouth.

“Heavenly.” I batted my lashes at him, smiling weakly and trying to catch my breath.

He smiled again, kissing my lips.

“Heavenly.”

[starandcloud]

Bulletproof

Chapter 2

TW: Smoking, Derealization, Overstimulation, Violence, mentions of knives, Anxiety spikes, comparison of corpses' and hell to night and day, Swearing in Scottish Gaelic

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Simon stepped out of his tent, boots loosely tied and with a slouch. He could feel his subordinates' eyes on him, he knew Johnny wanted to ask him something. But when nothing came, Simon could feel his anxiety rise.

What was wrong? Is there something on my face?

Simon wondered. Lifting his hand, he wiped what remained for his black face-paint. Looking down at his black smeared middle and pointer fingers. His brows furrowed as he looked down at it, his hair partially blocked the view of the Lieutenant's face.

"Couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk."

Soaps' voice broke Ghost's spiraling thoughts. Simon's eyes cut over at his Sergeant. He watched as John tensed up, how his back straightened and how his eyes looked away from Simon.

"Yeah..."

Simon muttered, agreeing with Johnny.

As if the heat was why he couldn't sleep.

"It should cool off in a bit. You should know how deserts work, Johnny. Hotter than the blue blazes of hell during the day, and colder than a corpse at night."

Ghost's accent was clear against the chilling night air, just about anyone could tell who was talking. The thick Manchester accent rang through the night.

Quiet steps came from the two as the two men walked towards the "designated smoking area". Or where Price had said it was "safe" to smoke. Stopping next to the stacked crates, Simon opened a fresh pack of cigarettes. Shoving the cellophane wrappings into his pockets, thankful he had grabbed them before leaving his tent. Simon's leg bounced ever so slightly as he fumbled with his lighter, the Lieutenant barely noticed his shaking leg, but the movement didn't go unnoticed by Soap.

The stumbled movements of his superior worried Johnny, his Lieutenant was typically very coordinated. These fumbles movements made the Sargent concerned. Just as he went to ask if he was alright, he heard the click of the lighter and the whoosh of the flame then... Ghost's face lit up.

As soon as the cigarette was lit, Simon pushed it between his lips. The burning relief was lightly held between Simon's lips as he shoved his cigarettes and lighter into his back pocket. Inhaling deeply, Simon leaned his head back. He could feel the splinters dig into the back of his head. The smoke burned its way into Simon's lungs, smoldering the sensitive tissue. Lieutenant Riley could feel his body relax against the spikey wood.

Simon held the smoke in his lungs as long as he could before blowing the light grey smoke into the night air. The soft glow of the base lights illuminated the two men just enough that Johnny could see as Ghost shifted onto a crate, to sit.

"You should be able to sleep soon, Sargent, it should be cool enough for you."

Simon's eyes were trained on Johnny watching as his Sargent gave a short nod.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jus' couldn't get comfortable."

Johnny's voice filled the space between them before disappearing from the air. Silence filled the air, but it was comfortable.

Almost soothing.

The night air cooled Simon's boiled skin, which would've been fine if it wasn't for the fact that his shirt was now sticking to him and his pants were folding in an uncomfortable position and that he could feel the sweat rolling down his skin and he could feel the air shift around and he could hear the Velcro on Soap's pants shift and he could taste the disgusting end of his cigarette and god damn why do these crates have so many fucking splinters.

All Ghost co was zone out and flick the ashes off his cigarettes.

That's all he could physically do.

Even when his vision started to swim.

Even when it blurred.

All Simon could do was flick the ashes off his cigarettes.

Even when the burning embers started to fall onto his pants and burn tiny holes into them.

Even when he could feel the fire nip and bite at his fingers.

All he did was flick the ashes off the smoking death.

Johny noticed.

"Sir?"

He noticed when Ghost stopped listening to him talk, and he noticed the dazed look in his eyes when the Sargent tried to get his attention.

"Lieutenant?"

He questioned again. He noticed the way Ghost flicked away the ashes and, when he looked down, he saw them land on ghost lap, burning his skin.

"Sit..."

Johny cursed, prying the cigarette from his Lieutenant's hand and tried to pat the sparks on Ghost's leg out.

Simon felt the touches, though they were distant, it triggered a survival instinct. A swift, and damn near silent movement, and Simon hands a tactical knife pressed to Johnny's neck. His brown eyes seemed void of any recognition of who Johnny was.

Simon felt hands grab his wrists then...

Sand bit into his skin, making Simon fight the arms that held him to the ground. A forearm was pressed harshly into his chest, compressing it more. Lieutenant Riley's eyes almost watered.

Almost showed what fear he had tucked away.

"Ghost..?"

Who..?

"Lieutenant Riley..?"

That's my last name...

"Are you with me..?"

That familiar accent filled the air and Graham's ears. A short, hard, nod came from the blonde as he looked up at the blue eyes that worriedly flicked over him.

A cut danced over the space just under Kit's eye, stretching over his left cheek. A thin line of red dripped down the Sergeants skin, staining the sun-kissed skin. A few drops fell onto the Lieutenant's shirt, leaving a dark red stain.

"Johnny..."

Simon's voice wavered and his predatory gaze softened.

"There you are L.T."

MacTavish's voice was soft and light as he smiled.

"Ya blitzed out on me Sir, you alright?"

Simon was... Hesitant to answer. What could he even say?

"Yeah, I was just thinking about someone."

He lied, avoiding his Sergeant's gaze.

Sand embedded itself into Simon's shirt, binder, skin, and hair. Taunting him.

Hair, damp from sweat, and heavy stuck to Simon's face.

"I'm fine Johnny, I was just thinking about someone."

The blonde reiterated, making eye contact this time.

Not that he wanted to, Simon hated. Eye contact.

Almost as much as he hated his father.

While what he was by technically, true. It wasn't something he'd share with his Sargant. Or anyone really, it was one of those things that stayed locked away; hidden from the world.

No one would believe him anyways.

Soap studied him for a moment, watching his Lieutenant's facial expressions. Which, in case you weren't aware, was much easier without the balaclava.

A quiet sigh came from the Sergeant as he sat up. Either leg on the respective side of the Lieutenant's body, pinning him to the ground. Johnny was still alert as he pushed himself off and up.

Simon knew John was holding his hand out to him but he just knew he couldn't handle touching, or being touched by, Johnny. It took, what felt like, ten minutes for Ghost to work up the courage to touch Johnny.

He's going to be sweaty and clammy and cold and you're gonna hate it but, you can sanitize your hands when you're back at your tent.

Lieutenant Riley reminded himself.

There's sanitizer in my tent There's sanitizer in my tent There's sanitizer in my tent

He mentally repeated as he took his Sergeant's hand which was, in fact, sweaty, clammy, and cold. Cimon held back the urge to grimace and shiver as the chilled sweat from Soap hit Ghost's palm.

He felt disgusting.

Simon was pulled to his feet and then Johnny's hand gently patted Simon's back. Making the blonde flinch. Johnny hadn't meant to make Simon flinch.

Johnny hadn't meant to make Simon Flinch and seeing the, usually head strong and resilient man, move like that. Made his heart hurt.

"Good night, MacTavish."

Were the words that brought the train of thought of the ADHD demolition expert, to a screeching halt. Johnny's eyes danced over Simon's face, analyzing it.

"Good night, MacTavish."

Simon repeated, turning his back to John and began to walk away. This entire interaction was just more than Ghost could handle. He could still feel the splinters in his hair and shirt.

"Night L.T."

Was distantly heard as Simon's form disappeared into the night.