#yes sir we will carry out your orders

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┌─ “ ! „ FEARLESS, STUPID

tw. a/b/o, military au, dystopian au, noncon, threesome, heat, dumbification, double penetration, patronization/ degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, choking, anal play, a lot of spit and cum, size kink, tummy bulging, mentions of human captives, kinda forced prostitution wordcount. 9.8k

a/n. I had a lot of fun writing this one bc it’s just extremely fairycore and indulgent. heavily inspired by rhi and her incredible brain for writing the hand that feeds!!! I love that fic and have always wanted to write smt set in vaguely the same world. thank you to everyone who beta read as well I appreciate it soooo much ♡♡

geto suguru, kong shiu, fushiguro toji x fem!reader

The air is dry and cold, enough to hurt on the way in. It’s cold enough for your warm air to come back out and form droplets on your nose that drip into the snow.

Your head down, crouched in the smallest shape you can make yourself, is how you find yourself drifting in and out of focus. Not only are you cold and hungry, but it’s been long enough for the scent of smoke and ash and foul, sour fear to have started losing it’s smell. You can’t even expend the energy to move your head to the side and look, without getting tired. The crunching of the heavy boots in the snow is the only thing that’s pulling you back into it. That and the occasional clang of the line of cuffs shaking around someone’s wrists.

It’s gone quiet now.

You wonder if others have fallen asleep. You’re not far off yourself. When some commotion happens over by the gates, some of the uniformed figures rush to go look, feet kicking up snow as they go — It’s a blur of shouts and orders, before the loud hum of an armored vehicle stops not too far away. That’s all it takes to wake you up again, and despite yourself, your arms start shaking in their place behind your back. The cold of the metal radiates all through your bones.

You realize you’re scared. That’s the thumping between your ears.

“Lieutenant. Good evening, Sir.”

A soft, almost warm voice stands in stark contrast against the cold of the surroundings when the feet stop a few steps short of the kneeling row of people. “At ease, soldier.” He sounds older than some of the youthful faces you’ve seen here, dragging people around by their ankles to stuff them into loaded trucks. But not old. Not nearly old enough to carry the weight he does. “What’s all this?” the voice pivots, aimed now towards your group. A few of the women beside you uneasily shuffle in their places.

“Captives from a raid by the fifth division this morning. They interfered with the commission’s supply line when they tried to escape.”

You smell smoke with each breath. The man makes a soft humming noise, before he scans the row of kneeling people again. “So why are they still here? We have plenty of mouths to feed already.” You have seen what they do with prisoners here. Just this one, long day has shown you all you need to know. Your life will be short and unnoticed, and if you’re lucky, you won’t go through hell before you’re shot between your eyes. The cold air makes clouds in front of your face, as the steam rises above the snow into the black night. “Beta's?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You strain your neck to tilt your head up. You’re not sure why you do it. Maybe it’s the wrongful association of that voice, smooth and lithe and easy- with the pain you’ve witnessed. You don’t have much hope of making it out, and though you could beg, you’re not even sure if they see you as human enough to consider a plea a plea. Your eyes glide up the perfectly fitted suits, dark gray and gold until you find the face of the leader— and startle. Long, black hair is tied into a sloppy bun in his neck, and long bangs almost hide one eye from view.

But the eyes are striking and sharp and long lashes frame them against pale skin, and you can’t look away when his lips form the words. “So, kill them.” His cigarette burns bright orange when he takes another pull.

The younger of the two only lets out the briefest breath. “...Yes, Sir.”

The fear makes the pitched whimper get stuck in your throat, and more puffy clouds drift out of your lips when you start to shuffle in a panic. Not fight, you don’t ever fight. The man turns on his heel. And you’re not the only one, as soon cries and sniffles and the petrified glances only set you off more. Your eyes drop to the muddied, dirty patches of snow that the cars drove through, the people around the camp; as your stomach turns and your bottom lip starts to wobble. You knew this is how you’d turn out.

As soon as they put the cuffs on and tossed you onto the ground to wait… your own whimpering just melts into that of the others, but peaks when a hand grabs you by the hair and yanks you up, then lifts you by your arm. “No, no, stop!” The girls around you start screaming too, one grabbing at your arms to pull you back down. But the soldier doesn’t hesitate to kick her in the nose, as you cry, trembling like a kitten picked up by her neck.

Everyone’s scared for themselves, but they’re scared for you too, and you for them. “Stop, please! Please!” They cry. The blood thumping between your ears makes it hard to focus on anything but the painful grip on you, and the disgusted face of the man before you. When you don’t make any effort to fight, he drops you back down into the cold snow, and instead aims the long barrel of his gun straight at you.

You can’t even look away, as your heart rate slows. As you watch the small snowflakes come from the sky to meet you.

“Wait.” The voice returns when he stops halfway to the car, and makes your eyes shoot up to find his face, as shivers roll down your back. You know you’re stinking up the place, as the placating hands of the girls around you reach to brush fingers. It’s not much, but allows you to take a sniveling breath. “This one’s an Omega… Settle down, soldier. We’re not trying to hurt, are we?” The buzzcut’s eyes widen slightly, maybe as he takes a first good look at you and notices the smaller frame, big doe-like eyes, the softer set of your face and demeanor. Just as quickly as he gives you another up and down, he steps aside and lowers his heavy-duty gun back to the ground.

The older one takes a step back towards you. Your face must be windbitten, lips cracked and cold and stained with tears where you sit, but the noiret doesn’t falter as he drops into a squat before you. His face breaks out into a soft smile, and his hand rises to brush along your cheek, avoiding the black eye as he goes. “You’re a rare find. You on blockers?” Not enough recent ones to keep out all of the scent, clearly.

It’s not a question that needs answering, but as his thumb brushes over your lip, you find yourself giving the smallest nod. Gently, careful not to make any harsh movements. He does the same when he helps you right yourself back onto your knees, and then gives you a slow, calculated trace with his ocean-dark, silvery eyes. “Smart. We almost missed out on you with all the Beta stench.” A small furrow worms between his brows. “Are there others?” He asks, and then gives a swift continuation. “Don’t lie. If you lie I’ll know.”

Your voice cracks when you start. “I- If I tell you- what will happen to them?”

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, he seems to mull it over. Sharp, angular features soften just a bit as he draws his hand back from your face to run it under his nose instead. And whatever he smells must soothe the urge to get angry at being questioned, because his cheeks push up genially until his eyes are practically just moons. “How’s this? I’ll be fair, after hearing whatever information you have.” The anxiety ebbs and flows as you look to the faces at your side, then swallow.

Your heart hammers wildly in your chest. You have no reason to lie. There’s no one left that didn’t get shot as they ran… You clear your strained voice with a tight cough. “I- this is all that’s left. There’s no one else. We had people who escaped before you even closed in. B-but there weren’t any Omega’s left, the last raid already took them all. That’s all I know.” You try to keep your bottom lip from wobbling as you talk, ignoring the cold of the tears that are now freezing on your lashes.

Those dark, unrelenting eyes don’t waver as you speak, and you can’t help but wonder what it is he sees. Surely he knows, you wouldn’t need to lie. Just as you start getting anxious at the silence, he gets up from the floor, before dusting impatient hands over his pristine jacket— and a saccharine smile slips back onto his lips as he waves a hand. “Bring the Omega.” You jump when the soldier from earlier immediately starts yanking at your chains, but that’s it. It’s not in your nature to fight back. Then the Lieutenant walks back to the car as another opens it for him, and casts a final glance your way.

The smile doesn’t fall when he shifts that gaze to the side, and sucks his teeth. “Kill the monkeys.”

+

There’s nothing more embarrassing than having to fight your nature at every turn. You’re confronted with it more than you’ve ever been before, when they drag you across the cold tiles with your legs kicking, tears rolling in thick beads down your face and neck. You’re not a fighter. You’re not made for it. At every chance, your body chooses the easiest way out, oblige now, suffer later. Even when your mind screams at you to run, bite and kick and escape — you stay down. Cold metal slices into the tender and sore skin of your wrists when they yank you up another few feet, before dropping you onto the floor next to the makeshift desk.

You’re sniveling like a child. The man behind the desk looks at the several soldiers who stay put, before lifting an eyebrow.

“Lieutenant Geto says you’re to clean her up for processing.” One of the men sighs, before glaring down at you with a tight-lipped frown. It sets the hairs on your neck on end to feel such blatant displeasure from an Alpha.

The lighter haired young man stands from the chair at that, and gives you a quick once over. “For the barracks or to be sent to the commission?” He smiles when you look up at him, gentler, then places a warm hand on the top of your head to start soothing you. It’s enough to make your lip wobbly. The little bit of warmth isn’t enough… but it feels so nice. So good, to have a caring touch.

One of the other soldiers takes the heavy strap off his shoulder to put the gun down, and grunts. “Neither.” His top lip lifts into a scowl as he glares at the corner of the room, before turning to look down at you too. “Personal pick, I heard.”

The other soldier remains at the door, but clicks his tongue. “And we’re supposed to keep our mouths shut about it.”

“You ever had an Omega?” The one asks the other, nervously grinding his gun in circles. “I haven’t. Yet we’re going to war for ‘em… Only for pompous pricks to get first pick of the litter because they’re bold enough not to report to the commission.” The soldier grins without any amusement from across you, and you can’t help but hide more into the leg of the man who’s still touching you kindly. “Goin’ to war for pussies like yours… must make you something real special, right? But you’re unreported. What’s keeping me from just… taking you for myself?” Then he looks between the two other men. “I’m even willing to share between the three of us if you’d help out. Keep some things quiet.”

“You said the Lieutenant picked her out because he liked her, right?” The lighter haired man runs his free hand through his undercut, then leans down to lift you under your arms and get you onto tired legs against him. “Means you got something in return for keeping a secret already.” He’s all wired muscle under the uniform he wears, and wraps his arm around the small of your back before picking you up entirely. “Don’t do something stupid. There’s no place to keep her where some officer wouldn’t smell her anyway. Can’t keep her under your mattress like a pack of cards, can you?” He starts walking you towards the doors of a presumed bathroom without complaining, even though the other guy clicks his tongue.

“Itadori. You think you’re helping out just being another dog for the commission?”

“Instead of a thief?” He pushes the door open with one hand, already walking through. “Go get your free drinks or cigarettes or whatever he promised you, and do your job. I’m doing mine.”

The door falls shut with a loud noise behind you both, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. Your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck. “T-Thank you.”

His grey eyes find yours, before he smiles again. Softer. He’s an Alpha too, but must come into contact with your kind more frequently. He feels gentler to the touch when he speaks. “Don’t thank me yet.” Then he deposits you in a stained, old bathtub, and sighs before grabbing the showerhead. “Let’s get you cleaned up first. Ranking officers like their girls extra clean.” When you don’t move, he goes to take off your dirty shirt, and you only shiver in place as it happens.

After a few seconds of silence where he brushes fingers over the unmarked stretch of your neck, you swallow tightly. “You can’t let me go, can you?”

Itadori turns up the water until it’s warm, and his brows flatten. “…No. I’m here to do a job. I’m sorry.” You believe him. Doesn’t make you feel any better, though.

+

The cot is barely big enough for you, and the cold from the floor radiates up through the ratty, old mattress into you. But it’s still better than sleeping in the bed where Geto sleeps, where he can get his hands all over you, hold you, cling to you. You’re glad that the Lieutenant doesn’t particularly care whether or not you shy back away from him for the night, as long as you don’t act up when he wants you close. It’s an unwritten contract he likes to pretend you have. As if you weren’t forced into it. As if you had any choice.

The starchy sheets are cold too, they leave you shivering more than sleeping. When you walk through the halls you’re cold and barefoot and uncomfortable, but when you’re here you’re colder, naked and more uncomfortable.

You don’t know that much about the army. You don’t know that much about other things either, but you know that Omega’s are few and far in between. You know they go for lots of money, money that even Geto doesn’t have. You know that he’s using you to your full potential before his higher-ups find out, and that too much commotion would draw attention of the commission. Attention you don’t want. When your teeth start chattering, the man in the large bed, with the soft pillows and body heat calls.

Says your name like he means it. Like he likes to whisper to get under your skin- holding your life between slim fingers. He sighs. “Come. Get into bed. I can’t sleep when you’re not sleeping. And you’re not going to sleep when you’re shivering to death.”

“I’ll sleep,” you softly assure, pull your thin blanket closer. Your feet are cold and the room isn’t dark enough for it to actually happen. But you can pretend.

“I’m not asking.” You know he’s not. Maybe it’s because the alarm clock is showing an ungodly hour— and he’s tired. It wouldn’t be the first time his boot meets your cheek when you whine too much, displease him in ways Geto doesn’t like. “Come.”

He yawns when opening the blankets, waves you closer. An Alpha demands, and your lungs ache to follow the order. It physically hurts to resist. Your thin layer of tears sit on your waterline for a while before you shift. Slip across the room naked, and crawl into the bed under his arm. “That’s a good pet…” The panes of his chest are warm enough to have you melting like ice into his shape and mold yourself to him. It’s in the weight of his arm over your waist as he pulls you in close. Tethers you. You want to be and stay mad. Frightened.

It’s just… Geto’s scent’s become one you can bury yourself into. Your hands ball against his chest, and the fingers he presses into your hips stray down.

Your breathing hitches at the touch, and your stomach seems to want to crawl up into your mouth when he spreads your legs apart. “I’m hardly the worst one here. Get used to it already. People here are frustrated. Many of them haven’t had an Omega in years.” His rough fingertips slide between your legs and trace over the raw, achy mess he made of you not hours before. It’s sticky and uncomfortable, and you jerk when he rather impatiently starts thumbing your clit. It hurts- enough to make your face scrunch as you hide it into his pecks. “You don’t even know how lucky you are that I’ve kept you to myself.”

You do know that, though. You’ve passed by some of the barracks further away from the officer buildings. You’ve smelled the Omega fear, the blood and sweat and ruts; or what it’s like for a person to beg for a moment of reprieve. You have not a scratch on you, and you should be more grateful than you are. That you’re not taking a whole division’s sexual frustration to keep them from killing each other. When his fingers slide the wetness, remnants of slick and cum back into you and force your pussy to stretch again- you start sniffling against him. “I know I am,” you whimper, biting your lip. It’s not enough to just be this. You can’t just lay and wish for it all to go away. You have to be a participant, or Geto might switch you out.

As you whimper, swallowing back the tears- he presses his lips against your forehead. “Can’t help but cry? Poor baby.” He grinds the fleshy part of his palm against your pussy, breathing against you. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“I- Feels- b-big,” you choke out, twitching when his fingers curl into you and fuck deeper until they stroke much deeper than your own. The coldness fades a little when he rolls you over onto your back and gets on top, pinning you with his thigh. “Geto-sama- Please stop, I’m still- sore. It- it hurts really bad.”

With a slight frown, he pulls his fingers out of you and wipes them on your thigh, before sighing. Your eyes crack open at the lack of touch. His long black hair falls down over his shoulders, as he holds himself above you— and stares at you for a moment too long. One where he seems to consider your feelings at least a little, for once, brushing his clean thumb along your neck and shoulder. “I’m going back to the front soon. Do you know what that means?”

You’re not sure if it’s meant to be patronizing… but you don’t know. The wet, cold numbness that returns to your cunt is an unexpected unease. You wanted to stop. You did. But when he sits back on his heels and looks at you for a few seconds in abject silence, the distance feels too far. Geto comes back to you with a furrowed brow, before a line of kisses is pressed along your jaw and neck, where he takes a deep breath and makes your entire body purr. “Means you’ll be passed on to some other scum.” He almost growls when he says it, urges your one leg over his thigh to make room.

“I put in a good word that if I come back you’ll come back to me- but…” His sharp eyes find yours blown out and dark, as he pulls you closer to his hips and rolls himself against you. His hard cock- he’s always hard when you’re in his bed, bops as he grabs himself and pumps a few achingly slow strokes. A translucent drop of precum drops to your pussy, and he spits on his hand and your pussy for good measure. “I’ll be two months without this soft Omega cunt squeezing me to sleep.” As he groans and slides the flushed head of his cock against you, he presses his weight into you again. “Let me use you. Or see what fucking happens.”

+

The hearth burns at the far end of the pristine, wooden room. Enough to make your hands clammy, shifting yourself back and forth between both legs- before glancing up to Geto once more. He looks more pampered today. Standing straight with only his fingers looped loosely around your arm. For a split second you wonder if you’d be able to make it down the marble set of stairs and across the courtyard into the shallow bushes— but it’s only a moment. Not more than a brief hope that instantly gets snuffed out when the heavy doors slide open, and a deep grunt passes by you both.

Geto salutes, the man does not. He only clears his voice with a mix of impatience and -tobacco, probably, before motioning his head towards the desk. “Lieutenant, what can I do for you?” His voice is frighteningly low, more rumble and bass than anything else, and sets the hairs on your arms on end.

His half-lidded eyes flick from the man beside you, ever so swiftly to you, then back. Face blank, uncaring. You stumble when Geto takes a few steps forward, basically dragging you behind him towards the chairs. When he lets you go, he gives you a look, and so you sit. Hands folding in your lap to keep them from picking at the edges of your clothing.

Or lack thereof. There’s a clean gold plate with the name Shiu Kong engraved at the very front of the desk, staring back at you. Your Alpha doesn’t hesitate to sit down too. “Major General Kong, Sir. A pleasure as always. You’ve lost some weight?”

“Hardly,” the man shoots right back, unfazed. “You can lay off the flattering.”

Geto and the stranger seem to converse with their eyes for a moment, before your owner gets comfortable in the velvet chair beside you, and hangs his arms over the back with a slight smile. The other man doesn’t bother to sit in his own chair across from you, instead just bending to get out one of the no-doubt expensive cigarettes, and lighting it. The smoke travels in slow, winding circles up to the ceiling as he hums. “So, the Omega. Y’ want to buy her?”

“I’d like her returned to my possession with the least amount of scratches when I get back, Sir.”

“We’re in a war, Suguru.” The man takes a short puff of his cigarette again, before putting his foot onto the chair and leaning in just barely. Dark, grayish eyes narrow. “You can’t pick out playthings at your whim. We have rules about these sorts of things.” The ash goes into the overfull ashtray, before those irises find you where you’re still slumped in the too-big chair. Almost amused, he lets out a bit of air through his nose, before punctuating his words with another drag. “Higher ranks get first picks, but if you’re gone, you’ll have to share. She looks healthy, young. Girls like that go for a lot of money these days.”

“I understand, Sir.” Geto’s smile doesn’t slip though, not even when he takes one of your hands and pulls until you get up. With his prompting, you instead sit back down on his lap instead, and the noiret hooks his chin over your shoulder when he strokes your thigh. You duck your head in shame. “It’s just that- she’s more of an indoor pet. I’d like to keep it that way, if possible.” His other hand winds under your chin to nudge it back up into view, as you shiver. Watch the attention of the superior officer linger just a second on the way your shirt falls around your hips.

Geto’s. “You have a mansion not too far from the front, as I understand it? And due to surely unfortunate consequences, your last Omega… broke.” His voice gleams as he says the words, and they seem to wind like a coiled spring around your neck. “I’m more than willing to part with mine for a while, if I could have a guarantee she’d be close by. Used sparingly.” You don’t know enough about the army to know if Shiu Kong has the kind of strings that Geto’s presuming he has— but you don’t really dare complain. The silence drags; before it crumbles into pieces when a slight relaxation pulls at the older man’s lips, cocking his head.

“Have her stand.”

You do, spurred on by the quick pat to your thigh and a winning smile, eyes fluttering as you trace the patterns on the floor. As the presence of the older Alpha fills your senses and he circles around you too close, he smells of smoke and a deep, woody musk that could bring you to your knees if you weren’t so used to it by now. After a round where his finger patiently brushes past your most valued features, he takes your face into his palm and forces your eyes up. Until you can no longer ignore the handsome face ducking down to meet your gaze.

You whimper. Let your face get turned here and there before he takes the end of the cig from between his lips, and addresses you directly. “You got a name?”

“Y-yes.” You stumble out, basically whispering it when he stares like that. He doesn’t have a kind face like Geto does, you notice, more angular, stubbled, at least a decade older too. You find yourself reaching for Geto’s hand despite knowing better, if only to have something to cling to as you blink away nervous jitters, and excess tears that are always ready to spill. Your bare feet shuffle against the carpet below.

Whatever he sees staring back at him is enough for his fingers to drop to your collar, dragging it either side with a grunt. “It’s some skill to find an unmated, pretty, little Omega hidden from the commission, Lieutenant… One would almost call it suspicious.” There’s a hint of amusement, one he pushes out alongside the butt of the cig. As if he knows he’s in, Suguru stands from the chair to put a comforting hand on your back and rubs circles through the flimsy fabric of his oversized shirt, tucking his thumb into the loose boxers you’re wearing below.

“I just get lucky, Sir. Omega’s delivered to the commission lose their charm too quickly, s’all.”

Shiu’s eyes give you another slow up and down, then he clicks his tongue. “So, what do you want in return for this present?”

“Nothing at all, really.” The hand pulls you into his side to nuzzle along your neck for some extra show, where he nibbles at the sensitive spot— makes you whimper like a bitch in heat. It’s loud enough for the other man to eat you up whole with his eyes, puffing out his chest a little to push off the desk. The swift hand wrapped around you gives you an adoring squeeze, before Suguru pouts into your temple like he’s parting with a prized possession. “Just that I get her back once I’m done with my service at the front in a few months.” 

“Done.” Shiu busies himself with the bottle of expensive looking liquor, before casting you another glance. “Dress her in some actual clothes though, will ya? She already attracts enough attention as is.”

+

You stare at the fogged-up window with your duvet tucked to your chest, and breathe a few shallow breaths. There’s soldiers running up and down the camp, tucking their caps low against the biting wind. You only bother to follow one of them with your eyes, light hair peeking out from under the hat as he runs his laps. Instead of lingering on the thought, you shiver when a heavy, muscular arm pulls you around your waist and down into the bed. Shiu’s quick to let out a grunt, before opening his eyes and hooking his chin over your shoulder to nose at your neck. “You’re goin’ into heat soon?”

You barely dare shift when his stubble tickles your throat, and a few rough kisses get placed right over your pulse. “Probably. I-I’ll- ah-” His hand wraps around the base of your neck as he starts sucking on the sore skin, where bruises still sit from yesterday. You’re not sure if it’s his hands wrapped around your neck that caused it, or the way he bullied his cock way too deep into your throat— but you’re so sore. “I’ll need heat blockers for a while.”

“Mh,” he smells like tobacco. And a heavy, manly musk that’s so overwhelmingly Alpha. It’s distracting. It melts your tongue to the bottom of your teeth. “No need. We’re far enough away here that they won’t smell you. Or if they do, they can’t do anything about it anyway.” You blank, only to mewl and curl away when his lips and tongue rakes over a particularly sore spot, making your toes curl.

“But- b-but I,” you stutter, and one hand comes up to protect your scent gland from him as he gets up onto one arm to get on top of you. You haven’t gone through a proper heat in forever. It wasn’t ever safe even with just Beta’s around— you barely even remember what it feels like. Only that it hurts so bad it could make you sick. “But I don’t want to go into heat. It hurts.”

Shiu stops his barrage on your neck to frown at you, as he nudges your legs aside for his own thick thighs. One eyebrow raises at you like you’re dumb. “It doesn’t hurt when I’m here to breed you full, little girl.” He scans your face as he keeps pushing your one knee to your chest, before his mouth flattens out. “You don’t know that? You’ve never had an Alpha cock in here during heat?” It’s embarrassing. It’s so embarrassing— the way he eyes you like you’re some sort of idiot. It’s not like you had the privilege of trying it out before all this, hiding like a mouse. “Aw, baby girl. You’re so sweet.”

It doesn’t sound like a compliment.

“Daddy’ll have to teach you.” His large hand forces it’s way between your legs to squeeze your cunt and make you squirm under him, before he finally sits back and pushes the covers off, revealing the battle-worn body. “But not right now. Get up and go wash. We’re having company over.”

Your mouth’s dry, so you swallow tightly. “Who?” Your legs still tingle even when he gets out of bed, a little numb, a little achy.

“A… friend, I guess.” He picks out one of the cigarettes on the side table after putting on a shirt, and plops it between his lips. “You won’t like him.”

With sweat rolling down your neck, you stumble across the steam-coated tiles and grab onto the sink. Shaking like you’re ill. You definitely feel that way. It makes your entire skin feel statically charged, and sore, and so painfully needy. As soon as you take another step, you almost immediately topple over, legs trembling despite yourself. There’s no better sign than the dry feeling in your throat, and the way a whimper threatens to escape you with every move.

So you do all you can, and start tearing up as you wrap a towel around yourself. Even your own innocent touch feels too much, and you hurry through the process to barely manage pulling on a top and some panties, before your body refuses to oblige. You want to cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why here? Shiu hasn’t been bad to you, but he also isn’t particularly gentle. You didn’t want to go through heat at all. “Mh-mn, need- agh.” You whine thoughtlessly, as you wobble to the door.

There’s a swell of voices from down the hall— talking that doesn’t last long before falling quiet as you make your way to the bed. You’re so hot that it’s hard to keep your eyes open, your thighs rubbing uncomfortably as you walk. Thick, almost sticky tears wobble on your waterline, and the heat in your stomach sinks right into your center the more of the room you take in. It’s not your fault - everywhere you look it stinks of Alpha musk. Thick and overpowering to your flighty brain, it makes you want to keel over onto fours. You really are just a bitch in heat, and that is embarrassing too.

Makes you want to curl up onto a solid chest and let yourself get bounced onto his cock like a ragdoll.

It takes so much of your effort to drag yourself to the pillowed surface that you fail to hear the steps coming closer, let alone control that you’re scenting up the entire top floor when you crawl in and your pussy starts clenching around nothing. You’re mewling faint nothings as you stuff your face into the blankets— and smell only him. Heavy on your wet tongue. 

“Agh, I- Al-pha, I need- it hurts. It hurts, I want you~” With your chest to the bed and your legs raised up, you just feel like you need to— to get filled up to the brim to make this aching stop. “Mhmm-ugh, please, pleas- need you, Shiu~” Slick’s already coating your pussy enough to slip right in, wet like the spit in your mouth that gathers under your tongue. Your head’s so light. It’s spinning.

Then, a heavy palm strokes over your crown, and your noises explode.

“Ah, ah, agh, daddy, daddy.” The weight of the touch travels down your neck to grip you, and your body curls to raise your ass even further up in need of friction. “Daddy, please. I don’t want to~ T-told you I- need-ed blockers. Ah, ahh.” The low chuckle you get isn’t the one you expect, but you can’t open your eyes enough to see what’s going on.

“Bit friendly for a hello, isn’t it?” There’s a huge body that surrounds you when leaning over you, as lips travel down behind your ear. “S’cute though. That’s a pretty girl. Daddy’s here.” Rough hands push your hips down with one swift move, slipping two fingers under your panties to pull the fabric taut. The slick grinds the fabric uncomfortably to your cunt, but you can’t be still. “Already drenched through your clothes, pet.” You don’t mean to. You don’t, you’re so sorry. “Whining like a little baby, need to get filled up?” 

“Only thinking with this pussy, right? This is why Omega’s don’t run anything…” The lips ghost over your scent glands, making you squirm with dripping anticipation, when he lets his tongue run over his teeth and then along your throat. The juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, untouched and open and soft. He groans. “Ugh, fuckin’ hell, you’re so sweet. Your scent is almost making me sick.” One hand digs sharp nails into the meat of your ass, as the other reaches around to start pulling your camisole down over your sensitive tits. “Want some love from daddy, baby?”

A slightly raspier voice comes from somewhere behind you and drowns out your own whining and mewling. “I thought I told you to wait, Fushiguro.”

“Your pet was crying, Kong.” He rakes his teeth over that one spot again until you can’t stand it anymore, and your tears start dripping into the blankets. You push your chest out until his warm palm reaches around and squeezes, rubbing a thumb over your nipples. “Plus, just smell her. She’s scenting up the whole house. I wanted to come help.” After a long pause where you’re fighting the need to rub yourself on anything cock shaped like an animal— you’re turned over by a sturdy yank on your shoulder, and long fingers slide into your messy, drool filled mouth to press on your tongue.

Its Shiu, whose normally stern brow now is arched in amusement. The man on the bed with you moves away just enough to let you take a look, and take in the messy dark hair and almost metallic blue eyes, scarred face and dog tags hanging from his neck as he rolls onto his side. Shiu pinches your tongue to make you squeak, then leans in. “See you’ve already made introductions.” You mumble a pathetic ‘daddy’ under his sharp gaze, before he takes a deep breath.

“Poor girl, already going into heat? You didn’t last long. Needy, little pussy’s throbbing, isn’t it?” He pulls the top fully down until it’s hooked under your tits, then hums. “Look so cute when you’re begging to get fucked.”

“Gonna let me have a turn too?” Fushiguro rights himself onto one forearm, then pushes a finger down on your forehead until it's tilted all the way back and you’re looking up at him again. He’s got a mean sort of look in his eyes, right before his lips twitch when you groan softly at the touch. You literally can’t help yourself. It hurts so good— good enough to make you want to wrap your legs around either of their hips and stay there. Aches.

Shiu’s voice resonates through your body when he moves to kneel down to your body and starts kissing from your belly up, making you twitch. His gravelly hum reverberates in your clit, as your legs get spread over each shoulder when he comes up. “She’s not mine to give away Toji, so- ugh- restrain yourself a little.” His big hands smooth over your tits instead of squeezing you like you want, until you really start worming around under their touches.

“Mh~ hurry up!”

It’s out before you know it, and the backlash rushes straight to your cheeks in heat, burning up on your face. Fushiguro groans though, long and deep- before he pushes off the bed to get onto his knees, and grabs himself through the awfully casual clothing. His hand wraps around the large, large cock pressing against the fabric— and when you open your mouth and basically salivate at the sight- he lets out a lightly pinched chuckle. “Oh, you don’t wanna be doing all that, pet. You’ve got days of heat ahead of you— and you’re getting me hard as a motherfucker.”

All it’s doing is making you so horny you can barely see straight, and each inch of your body surges with electricity. You need something inside you. Now. Now, now, now. He runs a distracted hand through his messy fringe, and rolls his hips into his hand with a groan. “What’s it gonna be, Kong? If you take her underwear off I’m not leaving. Sweet, little thing like that…” Your legs are up by his ears when the familiar giant sits up onto the bed too, and your hand reaches for his to pull him closer by his thumb. “Haven’t had a greedy, fertile little Omega pussy in a while- the Commission always bitches I have too much fun.”

A hesitant furrow worms itself between Shiu’s brows for a bit, before he sighs. “Can’t bite ‘er, she’s not mine. I’m just keeping her.” His eyes are more blown out than normal, dark ring of black taking over the longer he touches you. You’re sure you’re similarly spent when you moan his name and he groans. “Fuck, baby. Want this Alpha cock in here?” His large hand smoothed over the supple skin of your lower belly, when you wiggle yourself against him, basically grinding onto his leg. “Needy, huh.” He licks his lips. “Fine, join. Can count us even after that.”

At that the other noiret grins, and pulls his shirt over his head in one swift move of agreement. Shiu’s hands already roam back over every bit of exposed skin. “And I get first turns.” The large fingers mindlessly playing with your nipple pinches you, when grayish eyes find you beneath him. “Get up.” With just a quick motion, you force your sluggish body up and onto fours— and fight the urge to force your head down yet again. That’s what would feel right.

“That-” Shiu’s hard too, you notice quite happily, when you grind back against him to find another thick, heavy bulge in his pants that heats your cunt. “That’s it.” You mewl, have no choice to. As you look back over your shoulder, he takes a moment to study you where you’re so much smaller beneath him. Omega’s always are, but these two are big even among other Alpha’s— more slick sticks your panties to the shape of your cunny. Your body’s entirely sticky with sweat, neck and throat aching and radiating heat all over you.

Your tongue melts in your mouth, when you look back and Fushiguro’s stripped down entirely— shredded body towering over you as well. He squeezes a rough ring around the flushed, pulsing head of his cock. “Uh, ugh-ah, daddy, daddy, daddy- Please? Please.”

“Who are you calling daddy?” The general asks sternly, but there’s no malice there. He’s amused as he peels the panties over the curve of your ass and down ever so slowly, letting your wet folds drip all over his fingers as he plays around in them. The touch makes you stagger forward, arms almost giving in— and you whine something unintelligible into the covers. “Fu~ck, you smell so sweet. Little Omega bitch in heat- ugh.”

A heavy hand lands on the swell of your ass, and stings so bad. With another spank your pussy clenches around nothing, and by the third you’re basically begging and your cunny’s sucking his fingers in. “A-daddy, please. Hurts. Uh-pu-lease. Need Alpha inside. Quickly, please. I-it hurts.” Another hand pets your crown for a few seconds, before he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head up. Your mouth hangs open, and your tongue drops out at the sight of the hard, veiny cock before you.

It’s flushed a sweet sort of pink, nothing like you can already tell Fushiguro is— but drool still gathers in globs, looking at the precum glistening on him. “Gonna open your pretty, little mouth wide for me, pet?” As he strokes himself, the man behind you starts toying his fingers around your holes, and smears your slick all over until you’re entirely sloppy. Then chuckles, throwing his head back with a grunt.

“Fuck, forgot how hard I get- with Omega’s.” The slick sounds of your pussy, and both men's hands stroking their swollen cocks makes everything so loud. Wet and needy and animalistic— your own whining drowning out your thoughts. You just want more. More touch, please. Shiu spits onto your holes without hesitation and slaps his thick, hot cockhead against you a few times, before placing one hand on the middle of your back to force you in place. “Don’t run away from me- jus-t take it.”

“O-oh-fu-ugh.” He pushes inside with more of his weight, thick thighs pressing up against the inside of yours when you spread wider, and almost get pushed over. If not for Toji holding you up and rubbing himself along your cheek and lips too, impatiently stroking himself.

The head’s already big, stings on the way in. Enough to hurt, enough to make you tear up. He’s just so thick and glowing hot to the touch— basically pulsing inside you. You can feel his heartbeat through the skin as the head pops in with a lot of pressure. Your throat starts making noises despite you. “A-agh, ugh agh, da-I- ca— um-hnggg.”

“My turn,” Toji grunts after a bit, hooking a finger in your cheek to open your mouth more and coach your tongue out. “That’s- a good cockslut— open wide.” You do, letting spit drip as you relax your jaw and wrap your lips around him, filling up your mouth too much. You’ve never been so needy. The choking and the taste only make your eyes want to roll back in your skull, giving yourself over to them. You don’t want to do anything except give yourself over, struggling to make enough space between your legs to allow Shiu closer.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby, uhh-fuck.”

He’s still going slow, necessity, as each inch of his fat cock gets stuffed inside you, using his fingers to push more into your comparatively tiny cunt— and each bit deeper he goes, the more you feel like melting. It hurts, hurts and aches and bulges your stomach; and Fushiguro pushes deeper and bulges your throat- and it hurts- It does. But you can’t stop. You reach your arms out to wrap around the man’s glutes and pull him closer into your face, drool dripping down your chin. “Mh-mhm mhhuh.”

With his tongue trapped between his teeth, he grins. “Hah, you’re talking a lot for someone with their mouth stuffed— Does that feel good? You like choking on Alpha cock?” Your teary eyes try to focus on him, but you can’t, just cling on harder as the cock inside you kisses your cervix and he’s still not done. It aches so much, stretching you much wider than you’re meant to go. But it does, it does, it does. You don’t want to stop. “A little longer, that’s it, a little more~”

Instead you try to hollow your cheeks around him as he sits too deep in your throat, and fight the urge to squirm when your breath starts to pinch. Your body worms, you cry around them, and slick drips down your thighs like syrup. When Shiu bottoms out, it actually makes you gag, feeling so full and spent— and you squirm as Fushiguro keeps you. “Mh-hh- hck.” Your mouth aches as your lungs start to scream, and vision goes blurry.

Shiu pulls back before the other man does, groaning at the sight of sloppy, milky slick coating his cock, then slides back into your warmth just as fast, forcing your body to stretch again to make room. T-too big. “Let her- hh- up, she’s turning blue.” As you’re basically about to pass out, you get pulled off of him and gag violently, before taking sniveling, painful breaths again. You barely get the chance to breathe before your chin is lifted again, and he tilts your face left and right.

Your mouth drops open again, and tongue squirms around nothing. “More? You want more, greedy slut?” He smiles again, but more genuinely impressed this time— and hums. “Such a good, little Omega.” You can’t help it, you shiver and moan when he lets you back at his cock. And Shiu pulls back again only to fuck back into you, forcing you open as he builds a rhythm.

“She liked that one. She’s trying to clench my dick off.” He moans, and his unoccupied hand swipes some wetness dripping down your leg to circle it around your puckered hole instead. “You think she can take two?”

The cock gets stuffed back into your throat, but he pulls back faster now, instead using your head to fuck himself into you as he groans. “‘Nuh uh, she can’t. She’s too tiny— L-ook, you’re already -fuck- bulgin’ er.” He watches your lips struggle to wrap around him as he fucks your throat— only stopping for a moment to wipe some of the spit off your face. “She likes it so much though, look at that. You’re just a dumb, cocksleeve bitch, right? Want Alpha cocks to fill you?”

You can’t answer. Your brain’s all scrambled from the heat, a cloudy, pillowy feeling sitting over everything else. It feels so, so good. Being stretched to your limit, getting used. Your pussy clenches uselessly around the too-big invasion, getting bounced against Shiu’s thighs with a noisy ‘pap, pap, pap’. If you could think, you’d agree though. The pressure of his cock grinding into your sensitive insides, basically lifting you off your knees as he grabs your hips to jackhammer into you deeper, it’s all too much.

“Close?”

You’re drowning in your own arousal. After a few more seconds of getting used for all your worth, the expanding, pulsing pressure in your stomach grows too tight— and your toes curl uselessly as you cum without warning. It shatters inside you as you fail to clench around the thick length in you, instead dropping though your arms as you pull off of the cock in your throat to tremble through your orgasm. “Ah-hgh- ugh ah da-Alpha, Alpha, ahh ah agh! St-hngh~” You cry. Thick tears, spit and snot get wiped into the covers as you try to catch your breath, while still being fucked into.

You can’t stop shaking. Even then, Shiu’s cock keeps forcing the head against your cervix and making your eyes bulge. “Oh fuck, fuck- too tight— shit, I was this close, hah.” When he slips out for a second, you collapse entirely, aching immediately at the emptiness inside you. Your tits are sores, but everything else is burning so hot you feel like you might go up in flames.

It’s Fushiguro who picks you up by your arms and pulls you into his chest after a while, holding your pathetic, naked body like a ragdoll. “So cute now that you’re all flushed, cumming like that. But you’re not done, are you?” His fingers squeeze either side of your cheeks to bring your mouth to his, kissing on you until you respond and let his tongue melt against yours.

Your head’s still spinning, but a different kind of heat grows now in the base of your neck, desperate and needy. Your hand reaches to get more, more skin, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head- you moan into the kiss. Tongues and spit mixing as it slides down your throat and he towers over you, cock bouncing against your stomach. When he pulls back, long lashes brush yours, and you whimper when the touch goes.

Shiu’s staring. You can’t tell what expression he has, but it’s enough to make Fushiguro frown and lift his lip. “Fuck off. I get protective when they whine like that, s’all. She’s sweet when she’s cryin’ all baby like.” He instead focuses on pinching and toying with your puffy nipples, rubbing each side with rough fingertips, then hooks his chin over your head to look past you. “Wanna try the two of us at once?”

Instinct gets the better of you, and you’re already nodding against his pecs before you can think. “Two, two- w-want, please. Mhm, want Alphas.” It makes both men laugh, hands sliding all over you as you stick your ass out and Shiu spits on his hand. His cock’s still coated with wet, a white, creamy layer around the base of his cock as he strokes the head a few times. You’re seeing double, and your tongue feels like molten candy. But still you keep drooling and nodding. “Want, want you, wanna have- m-more, please.”

He then grabs your hips to yank you back against his hips, letting his cock push on your ass as his wet fingers curl inside your puckered hole, and stretch it out with two fingers. “She’s already fucked out of her mind, poor thing.”

“Mhm, agh- Alp- daddy, daddy— s’ sensitive- please, please, please~”

Fushiguro’s face blanks, before he takes a deep breath and groans low and gravelly, and grabs you by the neck. “Ugh, she’s- her scent is everywhere. Little bitch in heat moaning like it’s her job.” He buries his nose right where the most sensitive, burning part of your neck is, making you crumple, and kissing along the shell of his ear where you can reach. The fingers inside you, the pressure and heat of the two cocks against you— everything’s making you crazy. You’re losing your mind, trying to hang on to him as he licks over the glands. “Want daddy, baby?”

Your head bobs like it’s disconnected from your longing, arching body. And you almost cum again on the spot when sharp canines drag over that spot. You just might.

A low growling sound makes you open your eyes. Shiu’s hand is between the face and your neck, much to the other man’s dismay. “I told you not to bite ‘er. Don’t care how much she begs- she’s not ours to bite.” There’s a moment of silence between them, before Fushiguro sucks his teeth in annoyance, before grabbing his cock instead.

“She is mine.” His large hand wraps around your arm, and pulls— but your other shoulder is still clamped in Shiu’s palm. Almost painfully tight, as a muscle twitches in his jaw. And the tension between them is making you clam up, but your body’s still aching too hard.

“Share, please,” you sweeten your voice as you press your lips to Shiu’s knuckles, then present yourself a little more and shake your ass against him. “Please, daddy? Want to be full.” It doesn’t take long for that same flush to travel back up his chest and cheeks, and his irises to get wider and darker again. “Full of Alpha cum, t-take all of you.” It’s with that that he wraps an arm around you entirely and pulls you up against his chest, placing his cock between your legs as he lifts your knees. “Ack- agh.” You mewl, and Fushiguro leans in for another kiss.

Briefer, but no less messy.

Shiu’s quick to press his own kisses to your throat, letting his stubble rub over your scent glands— with your pussy clenching in response. He rolls his hips against you a few times, then lines up with your ass as he groans. “Hold her legs.” You take a deep breath, and close your eyes as the cock presses to your ass, slick enough to push in with minimal effort. “Uhuh, there’s a good Omega.” As he does though, the space in your body is so full, you’re struggling to breathe. It aches enough to make you wilt and bloom all at once.

And then Fushiguro takes over on your pussy, and you cry out. Your hot cheeks are coated with tears, and your clit thumps with all the blood. It’s too much. You can feel both of them slide into you with painful precision, wetness spilling all over as you break out in cold sweats. But it- it feels so good. Fushiguro slips in a few inches at once, making your legs shake— before you dig your nails into his shoulder and your vision goes black. “Oh- fuck-f-fuck, cu-mming~ Agh- uhh nghn, oh god.”

The two men slide you down until you’re so full it feels like your insides are moved aside to make room. Like you’re about to tear in two, squished between two hot, solid bodies. Before Shiu groans into your hair, and lifts you up to slide you back down. And again, and again. Bounced on the two of them while slick drips out of you, and you’re creaming around them both. “That’s a- ugh- pretty girl.” Your orgasm barely pitters out before you’re cumming again, and you’re getting kissed on as you’re crying.

Not a single thought makes it though you. You’re clinging on for dear life. Only the heat between the three of you as you melt into a puddle.

You’re fucked until you can’t even feel your legs, let alone hear how you’re mewling and crying— like you might dissolve. But you do feel it when a tongue laves over your neck, and the cock pulsing inside you starts jack-hammering into you harder than before. Everything feels so- good- that you’re probably drawing blood into his shoulders, and the tongue becomes teeth. One second you’re floating, and the next the pressure grows too much— teeth break skin, and your pleasure becomes mind-numbing.

Fushiguro’s teeth sink into your shoulder deeper as he breathes you in, fucks his cock into your guts with the intent to stay. And the other man grunts, squeezing you tighter. But without thinking, he follows suit to bite down on the other side of your neck, letting you shake through yet another orgasm when the hot blood runs down your collar. You’re entirely spent, so there’s not one part of you that still feels the way Shiu speeds up inside your ass, before groaning out your name as he licks along the wound.

“Fuck, gonna- knot my girl. Fuck- ugh, ughuh— my baby, mine. Mine.”

It feels like you’re stuffed further than you ever thought possible, face dropping into Fushiguro’s chest when they slow down, and ropes of hot cum drip out of you despite the knots. Wasting it in a way that you’d savor, if you had any energy left. Instead you can only barely breathe, and rub your nose into your Alpha’s chest. It feels good. You wanna go again.

“Uh— my bad. I got carried away.” One of them sighs after a while, the rumbling of his voice rocking you to sleep.

“Yea…” The other responds, only the slightest bit guilty. “…Guess Suguru will have to learn how to share.” His large hand smoothes over your cheek, before stubble and soft lips kiss over the mark he’s made.

“But I don’t think I wanna share.”

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[theglassofmiddleearth]

Hello! Could you write about Task Force 141 with a reader who is blind but navigates through echolocation? Clicking her tongue, producing sound.

Imagine a blind read who uses echolocation Task Force 141 due to traumatic injury.

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Y’know how Elsa said ‘The cold never bothered me anyways.’

Well, the same could be said for Reader! but for the dark.

Imagine a Reader! who uses echolocation to navigate.

Reader! Has saved many a mission with her talent. Her unique skill has earned her the nickname of Death Angel (those alien creatures from A Quiet Place)

Reader! gets called Angel by Soap and Kyle quite often. When off duty she wears a white blindfold, signifying impartial justice. (just like the ones angels are depicted to wear). However on missions? Reader! holds one over Ghost for intimidating.

The first time they met Reader! dressed for combat even Ghost was unnerved. Reader! had arrived decked out in black, wearing a dirty grey mask (it's clean) over her eyes. There was a red substance that looked to be seeping through what would be her eye sockets.

‘Uh, you must be Sargent L/N.’ Captain Price said in a slightly unnerved tone that only Ghost picked up on.

‘Yes sir that's me. I’ve been lent to the 141 for this specific mission. I hear you need someone to navigate the catacombs.’ Reader! nodded, pointing a thumb at herself. ‘I’ll get you guys through to the other side to your extraction point. Just stay quiet and don’t shoot anything unless I say so and we’ll be fine.’

‘Sorry te ask this lass but, can ye see through yer blindfold?’ A thick Scottish accent filtered into her ears.

‘Ah, I can’t see actually, I’m blind.’ She grinned, lifting up her blindfold a little so they could see just a hint of the of the wound area.

A collective slight gasp rang through the group, while the largest man stayed quiet.

‘It’s not a big deal, one of the missions we went on, my task force was captured and long story short, it’s easier for me to concentrate when I can't see.’ She shrugged, giving them a sly smile.

‘What do you mean?’ The lowest voice grumbled, a welcomed sound to Reader!’s ears.

‘Ah, you’ll see.’ She smirked, tapping under her left eye.

‘Come on, let’s get going. It’s going to be sundown soon and I don’t wanna catch the crazies.’ She turned, turning towards the steps that led down to a city of bones.

The tunnels were close, the smell was of old pages, dusty and damp. The 141 swept their lights across the piles of bones with tensed bodies. They were nearing the shut off point.

Reader! raised a hand, causing the group to come to a halt.

‘My time to shine boys.’ She whispered, ‘Lights out.’

The men reluctantly flicked off their headlights and switched to night vision. Reader! hummed, and let out a breath.

‘Don’t speak unless it’s important.’ Reader! mumbled, before she turned back towards the now bleak, dark tunnel.

The sound of boots quietly scuffing the ground, echoed the tunnels, rang in the men's ears,

Click clickclick click click

The men froze, swinging around with their guns raised.

‘That’s just me guys.’ The comforting voice of Reader! called out from the front.

Price and the rest turned around, slightly embarrassed.

‘Right. Carry on.’ Price muttered, gesturing for the men to follow her.

Reader! continued clicking, navigating the tunnels and avoiding people whenever possible until Reader! suddenly holds up a closed fist.

In front of them to the left side was a room, dimly lit.

Whispering could be heard, muttering and a very soft chanting of at least 5 people.

Reader! clicks one more time before showing 5 fingers, then gestured for them to stay low and sneak past.

The group silently slipped by the open entryway, ignoring the people inside dressed in red robes. Their orders were to get to the other side and if they could help it, not shoot anyone.

After successfully slipping past the unknown group, Reader! continued her clicking, sweeping her gun, across the stones. The group squeezed through holes, ducked below low ceilings and trudged forward. They didn’t encounter any more people. Reader had successfully led them out of the catacombs and back to the surface undetected.

The entire group breathed out a sigh of relief when they emerged from a sewer grate, the moon was high.

‘Not bad guys! Just in time too! Lets get the hell out of here. I need a shower.’ Reader! allows Captian Price to take the lead to the extraction point, following behind the rest of the group.

‘Mate, she’s like a bat, that was so cool. A velvety voice complimented her quietly.

‘Ye blasted fool, she can hear ye. That’s her whole thing.’ The Scottish voice groaned, a loud smack resounded.

‘I like your blindfold.’ The lowest voice said, seemingly amused.

‘Thanks LT I like yours too.’ Reader! smiles, giving the voice a thumbs up.

‘Hm, very good.’ The man rumbled in mirth.

[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒) 3

Offical theme nomura

A butler hurried through the vast mansion, carrying the morning’s correspondence for his masters. Arriving at the head of the household’s study, he stopped, straightened his attire, and composed himself professionally before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” came the voice of an older man from within. Entering as instructed, the butler held out the stack of letters that had arrived that morning. He stopped before the desk and lifted the pile. “Sir, your correspondence has arrived. However, there is one letter in particular that I believe may interest you.” The lord of the house took the pile of letters and leafed through them, reading the names of each sender, until he came upon a blue envelope with golden accents. His gaze dropped to the golden handwriting on it: Nomura L. Néantazur.

“Call (Mother’s Name) immediately,” he ordered. The butler bowed and left the study. “What could that demon possibly want this time?” he muttered under his breath.

“Why would he send us a letter like this?” asked the woman, standing beside her husband and fanning herself in distress.

“I don’t know,” he replied, disdain evident in his voice. “I’d bet it’s about that brat again.” The man sneered before taking a letter opener and carefully slicing open the cyan envelope. As he read the elegantly penned words, spelling out Nomura’s intent with the utmost formality, his wife couldn’t contain herself.

“He wants what?!” she shrieked, collapsing into the chair in front of her husband, hand on her forehead in despair.

“To think that little disgrace could catch his attention,” the man muttered, setting the letter down and glancing out the window at a small house hidden within the gardens, far from the main mansion.

“It wasn’t enough to keep her on our property? We had to apologize to the royal family, and now that wretched girl brings even more trouble upon us? How could I have given birth to someone like her?” The man stood, stepping over to his wife, who had her face in her hands, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, dear; she’s not a problem to us… for now.”

Naturally, upon arriving home, her parents had been disappointed—if not more than that.

“So, what do we do now?” the woman asked, dramatically sobbing, while her husband smiled beside her.

“We’ll simply say that the letter never reached us. There’s no way we’re allying with that blue devil.”

“Yes, exactly. Well thought out.” They exchanged smiles, pleased with their scheme.

What they hadn’t anticipated, however, was that just a week later, an elegant carriage in dark tones with a blue gleam would arrive on their estate. The man who stepped out wore costly shoes and elegant attire, his guards surrounding him as he made his way to the door and knocked firmly. After a few seconds, the maid opened the door and, shocked by the visitor, dropped the feather duster she was holding.

With a sweet smile concealing something darker, he looked at her and said, “Will you allow us to enter and summon your masters?”

The maid quickly stepped aside, opening the door further, allowing the young man and his guards to enter. The butler, who had been watching from a distance, hurried over to join them.

“A-ah, my apologies! Please, follow me to the parlor.” The butler passed by the maid, tugging on her sleeve as he whispered urgently, “What are you waiting for? Go fetch them!”

The butler led the way to the sitting room, allowing the young man to take a seat before bowing. Soon, another maid appeared, pushing a cart and setting down a tray with a fine teapot and matching cups. She poured tea for the young man, who accepted it with a smile and took a sip.

The door opened shortly after, revealing the master and mistress of the house. The man’s expression initially showed shock before he cleared his throat and regained his composure. Behind him stood his wife, partially hiding her face behind her fan. They both took seats on the sofa opposite the visitor.

“Your Highness! To what do we owe this visit?”

“Well, it seems you haven’t received my letter, seeing as I received no response,” Nomura noted, setting his teacup on its saucer before looking up at them. The man exchanged a nervous glance with his wife before chuckling awkwardly.

“Yes, yes… no letter here. I mean, you know how postal services are these days, eh? Ha… ha…”

“Very well,” Nomura replied, his tone cool as he leaned back slightly. “I am here to propose a business arrangement. A mutually beneficial one for both of us.”

pt1. Pt2

"I'll possibly do Part 4:)

Should I make a smut? Or do you not like that? I think I might turn it into a series. But seriously, Nomura is officially a profile character now.

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Hi! I bring you this final part! Thank you for your support, readings and love.🤎

N/A: I have pending orders and I hope to complete them as soon as possible. I will upload one of them this afternoon. Thanks for your support!!

PAPARAZZI

Hwang In-ho x reader

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Summary: A private detective that Gi-hun had hired to investigate those games he participated in three years ago, is taken against her will without knowing that a certain man with power and money knew absolutely every detail about her.

Warning: Blood, violence, kidnapping and some romance, I was listening to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance while writing this, sorry not sorry

Note: This would be the last part, if were to resume it I would do so when the third season comes out, thank you for your love!

The plan to escape through the ventilation ducts would be carried out that night, after playing the third game.

"Players, the third game is about to begin, everyone is asked to wake up and prepare" the female robotic voice spoke from the speaker.

The girl smiled as she saw that the piece of metal had in his hands had finally taken the shape that would be quite useful to her.

—I did it... —Her murmur with a radiant smile.

—¿You did what? —001 asked, approaching her with curiosity, as if he hadn't heard anything of the conversation she had with 388 during the night.

—The key to get out of here —She said proudly, showing off the piece of metal.

In-ho put on a confused expression, but deep down he was more than fascinated and intrigued, as well as anxious for night to come and for her to execute the "escape."

—Trust me, we will get out of here.

He gave her a silent smile.

As they left the room to be taken to the next game, In-ho stayed behind to talk to one of the guards with the triangle symbol. —455 will try to escape tonight through the ventilation ducts, keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't, then she'll be taken out of the game, ¿understood?

—Yes sir —replied, giving a brief reference, then he left to catch up with the group.

The next game would be called "mingle" and it was for groups.

The game consisted of grouping up every time the robotic voice said the number of players that had to get together and take one of the small rooms that were scattered around the place, the platform would spin before this so you are probably a little dizzy.

—If the number is more than six, we'll take the other players —Gi-hun said.

—¿What if the number is less than six? —Dae-ho asked with some uncertainty.

—We're split up, but we mustn't lose our patience— Young-il said seriously. —You two try not to get away from us —added looking at Jun-hee and the girl, who both nodded.

When the platform began to spin and the children's song started to play, the tension in the atmosphere was present, once again the girl was afraid of dying so inevitably her hands trembled, In-ho noticed this and without thinking much he took one of her hands with his.

—Trust me, we'll get out of here —He repeated the same words she had told him, making her smile.

The first stop was ten, that was easy, they met up with another group of four with players 120, 007, 149 and 097

The second was four, In-ho never let go of the girl's hand. —You four go, we two will look for others —He stated confidently.

She felt pretty safe with him so she didn't refuse, once again it was easy to find another partner and get to a room on time.

The third was three participants per room, once again it was simple, the girl was Gi-hun and Young-il but when they were dividing she was knocked down by another player.

In-ho opened his eyes searching for her in the crowd as Gi-hun called out to her but seeing that the timer was about to end they had no choice but to run and carry player 149 who was standing alone in the middle of all the chaos.

Meanwhile, the girl was stunned, looking for someone to go with to save her life when suddenly someone arrived and practically pulled her by the arm with brute force straight into a room. When the timer came to an end, she saw both players.

—Thank you very much.

Player 333 nodded, taking deep breaths.

She would remember him number, he had practically saved her life and she would make sure to do the same once she managed to get out of there for help.

Coming out of the cubicles, the first thing In-ho did was look for her with his eyes and when he saw her coming towards them, a sigh of relief left his lips, a reaction he never thought would have in a long time.

It felt strange to feel the anguish of another person's life again, especially that of a girl he knew as well as the back of his hand but hadn't spent enough time with, it was as if she had gotten into his head and heart without him realizing it.

When least expected it, he was already hugging her.

—Sorry for letting go of your hand.

—I'm fine... —The girl sighed, gladly receiving the gesture —He saved me —She added turning to see 333 who was a short distance away, watching them in silence.

He didn't care who had done it, he was just grateful that she was still there, although his triangle team had orders not to kill her, it was impossible to deny the immense concern he felt.

Finally, teams of two had to be formed, the participants fought to survive and this time, In-ho made sure not to lose the girl at his side.

In-ho grabbed a man who was about to enter the empty cubicle and pushed him back, allowing her to pass through, but she froze when she saw another player there.

—Get out —Young-il demanded firmly, staring at the man.

But seeing that the player refused, he rushed towards him, the girl stayed at the door preventing anyone else from entering.

When the timer was coming to an end, the only sound of a 'crack' reached the young woman's ears, she turned around in fear, but when she saw Young-il alive sighed and dropped to the ground tiredly.

She didn't judge him, her knew that humans naturally attacked when felt in danger.

[...]

The third vote had concluded, the circles and crosses had been tied so the elections would be repeated the following day.

But she couldn't bear another day, these games changed people, she saw it in Young-il and her didn't want someone good to get his hands dirty like that again.

Or at least that was the image she had of the man.

She couldn't stop watching him intently as chatted with Gi-hun, he was a gentleman, kind and sociable man but seeing him in that cubicle killing a man by breaking his neck in one move to save them both made her heart beat like never before.

She was fascinated by riddles and had a hunch that this man was one that needed to be solved. She didn't know, but her intuition told that Young-il was a poker face.

But for now, her needed to execute his plan.

She got up from where was and walked to the bathroom, there were only a couple of hours left until nightfall and she didn't want to walk around that island in the dark.

—Oh no, she's going to do it —Dae-ho muttered nervously as he watched her walk away.

—¿What is she going to do? —Gi-hun asked.

—Will try to escape and go for help.

The group looked at her with concern as she entered the bathroom and the two guards continued to guard the entrance.

She walked over to the toilet, pulled down the lid and stood on it to reach where the vent was, using the deformed piece of metal to remove the screws.

A proud smile formed on her lips as she was able to remove the lid and push herself up with his feet to begin climbing through the duct. ¿Could this be a dream? Judging by the fresh air she perceived in his nose these ducts would lead her to an exit to the outside.

But before she could declare victory and move forward faster, she felt two hands grab her by the ankles and pull back, back to his nightmare.

—¡No! ¡Please no! —She screamed, digging her nails into the metal of the duct as if that would stop, but she only managed to hurt own fingers a little.

When the guard with the triangle mask had her in hin arms and held tightly, she hit him in the stomach with his elbow to free herself.

She ran to the bathroom door to get out of there but as soon as touched the handle she was shot in the leg causing to fall and scream in pain.

Her scream mixed with the gunshot caught the attention of the players outside, it caught In-ho's attention, they weren't supposed to shoot her.

Meanwhile inside the bathroom she was bleeding and crying in pain and fear, she believed that this was end but another guard entered the bathroom and stuck a needle in her neck forcing her to fall into the subconscious.

"Player 455, eliminated" said the robotic voice over the speaker, leaving her fellow players bewildered and sad.

Gi-hun stood up and walked towards the guard guarding the bathroom and shouted angrily, followed by In-ho.

—¿What did you do to her? She wasn't playing! ¡You killed her!

The triangle raised his gun and pointed it at him to get to back off.

—She tried to escape and that will not be tolerated.

—¡That's not fair! You're only eliminated if you lose one of these games —Young-il yelled at them, putting on a little drama show just enough for the guards to get him out of there too so could see the girl.

When the doors opened and more guards entered carrying a black box with a huge pink bow through the door In-ho paled, he had given a specific order, it was just to take her out of the games, not kill her.

—¡You killed her! —he shouted at them this time a little more excitedly as watched the triangles take the girl out of the bathroom and place her in the box to later close it —¡These weren't the rules! ¡I demand to see your leader!

The guard nodded and asked him to follow him, once out of sight of the other players In-ho glared at his worker waiting for an explanation.

—She's alive, just sedated, we thought this was the best way to get her out without raising suspicion.

The feeling he had a few moments ago was like torture but also a small flash in his dark heart, after so long he had not felt such a whirlwind of emotions since his wife.

[...]

In him golden room, in the middle of the bed, the girl rested, with a bandage on her leg and wearing more comfortable clothes, a white blouse and grey pants.

The front man walked through the door and sighed at the sight of her there, leaving the gun he had used against the guard who dared to shoot her disobeying his orders on the table by the entrance and walking cautiously towards her.

He knew was breaking the rules by taking her out of there but he couldn't let her die, she had made him feel so many things again in such a short time that it was terrifying to a certain extent.

With his hand he moved a couple of strands of hair away from her face.

The girl gently opened her eyes and seeing a masked stranger near her, she tensed up because was still a little dazed to react otherwise.

—Calm down —he said under the mask with the voice modifier —I won't hurt you, we already fixed your wound and you'll be fully conscious in a few hours.

—You... you are... the front man... —She said trying to clear her mind and focus his vision.

—¿How much do you know about me? —He asked curiously, sitting on the edge of the bed without stopping to observe her under the mask.

—I know as much about you as you know about me... —She smiled at him with a hint of arrogance —You sent your employees to follow me for a while... They're not as stealthy as you thought.

He smiled under the mask, he knew for sure that she was intelligent, she was extremely afraid of death but had strategies and a brain to know when being stalked.

—¿Do you want to take off your mask?... I want to know if right about something.

—¿About what?

—You’re Young-il —that took him by surprise —¿Or should I say In-ho? You’re a man of many riddles.

He took off the mask, not just physically, he was also going to let her enter his soul.

—¿Since when did you find out?

—Oh not as quickly as I would have liked, I figured it out now that you sat up in bed.

From him posture, carefree and passive, and the way he stroked her hair, she deduced that he was someone who had already had contact with her.

Moreover, she had read a long history about the front man, the man in front of her was more than just that, more than just a cold-blooded assassin and leader who controlled these games, he was now showing his more "Young-il" side.

—¿Like Sherlock Holmes? —In-ho asked, half amused and half curious.

—That's my job... —She sighed tiredly, closing her eyes again.

They both knew they had many things to talk about and clarify but now was not the time, she longed for some peace and rest and he had to return to the games or he would raise suspicions.

They had a pending conversation but first, In-ho had to put an end to all this and put everything back in its respective place, after all, the girl was no longer in the crossfire, with her safely in him room, it was time to act.

N/A: This is the last part! Maybe I'll pick it up again when the third season comes out, I wanted to do something like Joe and Love only without the killer and crazy stuff.

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64 / 4.1k / soap soulmate au, final part

...

"You doing okay?"

Hearing Graves’ voice knocks what little breath you had out of your lungs. It's been months, but that's him. Your old boss. You never thought you'd hear his voice again.

"I've been better," you say finally. "Been awhile."

"Yeah, it has," he says. "Wish you'd've called me to catch up sometime, rather than under the circumstances. You don't sound too banged up. They treat you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"I didn't ask how you feel. I asked if they roughed you up."

You feel your own temper shorten in response. "I need you to call KorTac off."

There's a pause. You can imagine his frowning face, the way he's thinking that one over. "I'll take that under advisement," he finally says, but you can tell he's not going to do what you ask of him. "Puttin' me in a predicament here, kid. You're giving those boys a hard time, and here I thought I was helping you out. Paying your bail, so to speak."

"It’s more complicated than that."

"Always is. Let’s just have you dropped off back on base with us. You can clean yourself up and we’ll talk."

He waits for your crisp yes, sir, but it never comes.

He speaks again. "You got somewhere else to be?"

"I can't go back."

"Can't or won't? You got something you ain't tellin me, soldier?"

"I said I can't go back. And I'm not your soldier anymore. You're not my boss. I don't work for you."

"You know Shadows don't leave one of our own behind. Not to rot in some CIA prison cell. So lose the attitude," he says, voice like iron. "This ain't a good time to play games, kid. You're comin' back with me because I spent a pretty penny on you. You owe me. You have your personal business, fine. Come on back to base and let's talk this out face to face before you go makin' any hasty decisions."

You're so frustrated it's hard to form words. You should be grateful. You know that. Graves doesn’t pretend to care about his men. He cares enough to lead from the front. But you met your soulmate, and you can’t act like it didn't change you. You need to make things right. You also can’t exactly tell Graves you kind of sold him out.

"Hey. Focus up." He doesn't raise his voice to a command. Still, the order is in his voice, and you have been long trained to follow your commander's orders. Then he sighs. "What happened to you, kid?"

"You betrayed the 141. You killed innocent people in Las Almas, looking for them."

You can almost hear his jaw working behind his clenched teeth, the muscles in his face tight. He does not allow this kind of disrespect. "You think I like what I had to do? General Shepherd's orders were clear. We followed them. 141 did not." He huffs out a sigh. "I didn't enjoy it. But that's the job. You of all people know that."

You swallow. "You told us they were our brothers. You killed innocent people, Commander. Johnny said he saw you do it--"

"Johnny?" Grave's voice rises. "You on a first name basis with Soap now?"

"We all know what happened in Las Almas," you retort. Your skin goes hot at the way he says Johnny's name. "I won't work for Shepherd anymore after that. I won't fucking do it."

"Don't pull that with me." The warning is written in his voice. This isn't like you. To the Shadows, you’re calm. Cold. You don't lose your temper. You don't talk back. Especially not to Graves. "You think you can walk away at the drop of a hat just because you don't agree with an order? It doesn't work like that. You follow an order, even if you don't like it, even if it pisses you off. You don't get to decide what you think is right or wrong to carry out. When I give you an order, you follow it. That's your job. Your loyalty is with me. Not with the 141."

"I did my job."

"Then act like it," he snaps. "Stop acting like I'm some evil bastard out here. I made the only choice I could. Task Force 141 was not supposed to be there. They knew my orders, and what did they do? They came after my men, went behind my back, screwed us over. We did what we had to. You wanna be pissed at someone? Be pissed at them."

You glare down at the ice, but say nothing.

"You know I'm right." He knows you. He's getting to you. "And you know what else I find interesting? You don't seem a bit surprised to hear me alive." His voice is too casual and sharp as a knife. "Didn't you get the memo? Did no one forward you my obituary, soldier?"

You stiffen. You're not supposed to know he's alive.

"You're an awful liar. Always have been." He pauses for a long moment. "It ain't easy, surviving against the 141 if they want you dead. You know how I managed it, soldier?"

Yes. "No,” you retort. “And stop calling me that. I'm not your soldier. I don't work for you anymore."

"The hell you aren't. Maybe you're not on the payroll anymore, and maybe you're no longer under my command, but once a Shadow, always a Shadow. That makes you my responsibility. And my goddamn headache." Something shuffles on the other end of the line. "You know exactly what I'm willing to do to keep one of my Shadows safe. But if you're so keen on turning yourself in, fine. I'll have you in front of Shepherd's desk first thing tomorrow. Is that what you want? You know Soap and Ghost put Shadows in the ground that night in Las Almas."

"Shadows tried to put Johnny and Ghost in the ground first."

"This isn't about who shot first. This is about you." His voice is dangerously low, but he keeps his temper in check. Then he huffs a laugh. "You keep callin’ him Johnny. Makes my brain itch." Johnny MacTavish. John MacTavish. Yeah, that's it. "I'll be damned," he mutters.

You touch your exposed soulmark compulsively as if to hide it. Most soldiers hide theirs, but yours has always been tough to cover up. He's seen it more than a few times.

"Got you right out from under my fuckin' nose."

Your stomach tightens. You feel too exposed, like suddenly he’s putting the story together--how 141 got in.

"Shoulda known. Shoulda known. You know the military has a registry for this shit. There are rules. What's wrong with you?"

"I made a mistake," you mutter.

That might be the funniest thing he ever heard. And he's heard some good jokes. "You don't make mistakes, kiddo. You never have. That's not how I trained you." He's right, and you know it. "But hey. Guess it's true what they say about it."

"What?"

"Soulbonds. Make you take your best-laid plans and raze ‘em. Full scorched earth.”

“This isn’t about that. I’m making this decision on my own.”

“You think?” He takes a puff on his cigarette. “I don’t. I don't blame you, either. You sure as hell fought it as best you could. Didn't give in to save your own life. If that's not the soulbond making your decision for you, soldier, I don't know what is."

You look up at the sky. For all the time you spent working with Graves, that past version of you might as well be dead. Maybe that’s the grave you’ve been digging. "I can't work for Shepherd anymore. I won't do it."

"You're a good soldier, 86. You were loyal. I still think you're loyal, even if I'm not who you're loyal to," he finally says. His voice is still calm. It doesn't make you feel any better. "You know if you choose to walk away from this, the next time we meet might well be as enemies."

"Then I guess we won't meet again, sir."

He says nothing. Then he lets out a long huff. You really are going to do him dirty. You can hear his scowl. "That's a damn shame, kid. But you have more of a spine than I gave you credit for," he says. There's a tone of reluctant respect to it. That's as close as you're going to get to a compliment from him now. "You're a loose end, then. You'd best stay well out of the way. Mine and Shepherd's. I hope you're not making the wrong choice, 86," he says quietly. "I really hope you're not."

"It’s out of your hands now. And pay KorTac," you add. "Pay my squad. They did their job."

That makes him scoff. "Now why would I do that? You might be a traitor, but you're still my investment. You were worth more on my payroll than theirs, and that’s a fact I intend to maintain."

"You owe me," you remind him.

"Don't push your luck," he warns. "You're an asset. You don’t get the privileges of rank anymore. But, well..." He sighs. You imagine him with his heels kicked back on his desk, cigarette in hand. "I’ll tell you what. I’m in a charitable mood. I'll pay them off. I'm a man of my word when the time comes to pay off my debts. Hell, I’ll even throw in a tip for a job well done." Despite the annoyance in his voice, you don't doubt he'll do just that. "But that doesn’t mean I trust you anymore. I trusted you once, and you went rogue. I let you go now, that means I expect you to keep my secrets. Don't you go singing if Shepherd puts you in a chair. You got that?"

You glance up out of the corner of your eye at Soap, whose hands are still clenched in tight fists at his sides. "If Shepherd puts me in a chair, he's the one who's gonna sing. Not me."

Graves chuckles. "You're a good soldier, 86, but you can't take on an old war dog like Shepherd. Leave that to someone more qualified."

"Like who? You?"

"As I said, you best steer clear. I don't want to hear your name again." His voice hardens, and you hear your old commander again. "Good luck, kid. You'll need it. And give Soap hell."

You toss the phone back to Horangi. He listens to what Graves has to say. Then, eyes meeting yours for a moment, he wordlessly moves out away from the river, leaving you weary with relief. It's over. Finally.

Soap watches him disappear into the trees. Then, he looks back at you, alone and shivering on the ice. You look half-dead, bleeding, and your lips are near blue. He wants to make his way to you, but the ice is scarcely holding you. It won't hold him, too.

"Oi," Soap calls. His voice is rough with anxiety. "Get over here. You're gonnae freeze to death even if you don't fall through."

You blink up at him. Standing in the rising sun the way he is now, he looks like someone’s guardian angel. Yours? You'd like very much to be wrapped in his wings.

You make your way over to the bank, but the rocky ledge up is slippery and icy. Behind you, between the ice where you're standing and the bank, there's a yawning gap. To your left, there's a bridge, but snow has already melted off the surface of the ice, and it looks thin. "There's no way up," you call. "But downriver..."

"No’ a chance in hell I’m going to let you try to cross that," Soap says as he approaches the edge. "You'll be swept away and drown, hen. You're not in any condition to swim, and even if you were, that river's too bloody fast to risk it."

"Then what do you suggest?"

His eyes sweep over the river once more. It's wide; too wide to attempt a jump across. The ice has fallen in, leaving it almost impossible to make it to the bank. It isn't safe. The longer you stand there, the more the ice cracks under you. He admires your guts for putting yourself on the line like that to get back to him, but damn you. His blood pressure has never been higher.

Soap throws off his pack and slings his gear onto the bank. "I'll pull you up."

"But..."

"But nothing." With the adrenaline still pumping through his system, Soap thinks nothing of the risk of the bank collapsing under you both with his added weight. The only thing on his mind is getting you back in one piece. "We both know damn well, if I was the one on the ice now, you'd already be down there trying to help me, so for once, just shut up and let me help you."

Can't argue with that.

He pulls out an ice hook--mountaineering equipment; he was prepared to climb this mission, luckily--and offers it to you.

You toss the grenade as far as you can in the opposite direction. Then you raise your hands to grasp the rope. He's holding the sharp end and giving you the handle. You try to keep hold, but as he lifts, your bloodied hands slip just as the grenade explodes nearby, too close, spiderwebbing the ice with a final crack.

You land hard, break through, and disappear under the freezing water.

Soap has never known panic faster than when he sees you go under.

He dives after you. He has to get you back to the surface before whatever air you had in your lungs gives out. Your survival is his survival.

He finds you in the rushing black abyss when your fingers hook around his sleeve. Wrapping his hands around your arms, Soap anchors you to his chest.

You come to in his arms. You're colder than you ever have been in your life. Your fingertips tingle in pain and numbness. He's carrying you ashore somehow--far downriver, thinner ice--and he ducks into an old cabin with you in his arms.

Soap kicks the door shut behind him and moves into the cabin to set you on the floor, propping your back against the wall. His hands work fast as he pulls out his knife to cut away your soaked thermal clothes and gear. You dip in and out of consciousness until he wads up a fistful of gauze and packs it into your side wound. The sudden pain chokes you. Then a wave of nausea washes over you. You’d like nothing more than to tell him where precisely he can shove that gauze, but you’re too lightheaded.

"You with me, hen?" His gruff voice wavers. "I need you to stay awake."

He gathers you up in his arms and lifts you into his lap. It's a tight fit, wedged underneath the frosty window and between a table and an upturned stool. You register the warmth of his skin on yours and dimly realize he's stripped both of you almost bare, huddling around you to prevent hypothermia.

You soak up Soap’s body heat instantly. He's a furnace, and he needs to be, given the state you're in. He tucks you as close as he can. You're both shivering, but he doesn't care. He can be cold as long as you're warm. His broad body shields you from the drafts leaking into the decrepit cabin.

"No, no, eyes open." He tilts your face up as your eyes flutter. "Don't go passin' out on me."

You gaze up at him in your stupor. Maybe it's the blood loss, but even through your own pain and frustration, he's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

"You have really odd eyes," you mutter. "Like blueberry soft serve."

Oh, you're definitely delirious. Maybe concussed.

But he can't deny the look you're giving him right now makes his stomach flip. The sight of you in his lap, your frost-scorched fingers wrapped idly around his ID tag and staring up at him like he's just pulled the moon out of the sky for you... it's the first time he’s seen you with your guard down.

He swallows and keeps you pressed against his skin. There’s a lot of blood. He can’t tell what’s yours and what isn’t. "You're in no shape to flatter me."

You hum, your fingers dabbing idly at a smear of blood on his chest.

He doesn't move to stop you. Instead, his eyes flick down to your hand. Your fingers leave a trail of sparks over everywhere you touch.

With a soft sigh, Soap catches your wrist. "Quit it, hen."

"Quit what?"

"Teasin'. Makin' me wish you'd put those hands to other uses," he says, voice quiet and rough. It's just you and him in the little cabin. The world is far away. His thumb rubs against the inside of your wrist, trying to bring some warmth back into your skin. "You're in no shape to be feelin' me up, either."

Your head lolls against his shoulder. "Maybe it's the perfect time. Maybe we won't get another time."

Hearing you say that twists his insides into knots. He leans down to rest his forehead against yours. "Maybe you just need to shut up and let me take care of you. Don't talk like that." His voice leaves no room for argument. He tightens his grip on you, pressing you closer as if he can somehow press that into your skin by sheer will alone. "There'll be plenty of times for you to get your hands on me."

"Mm." You tuck into him tighter. You'd be mortified with yourself if you weren't half-dead from blood loss. "Sorry."

He exhales into your hair, pressing chaste kisses there.

You're practically in his lap, the two of you tangled into each other from head to foot in the space under the window. He's surrounded by the smell of you. It's a soothing presence in all that surrounds him.

He shouldn't want to touch you, shouldn't want to take advantage of your weakness--but the thought of having you so open and wanting, of you willingly in his arms, makes something in him ache. Makes the selfish parts of him scream.

"You're a pain in my arse," he says. He focuses on taking inventory of your wounds, brushing over your arms with his touch to assess the damage. "You gonnae bleed out on me?"

You shiver a little as he drags you closer by your bare thigh. "Wouldn't be the worst way to go."

"Oi," he snaps in warning. He slides his hand up your side, checking for bleeding. It’s just as much a caress over your bare skin. He has to ignore how his skin tingles every time the curve of your body slides against his in that tantalizing way. Something in his lower belly tightens. "You don't get to tap out after makin' me go through all this trouble for you. You're livin' through tonight or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else." He moves his hand up to the base of your throat, his large, calloused fingers wrapping around your neck and tilting your chin up to look at him. He fixes his blue eyes on yours to take in the dazed expression on your face. "I'll drag your arse out of hell and tan it until you can't sit right."

You're too weary to laugh, but you rest your scuffed cheek on his thumb, and it pushes your lips into a smirk. "All for me?"

"Aye. Hell of a lot more trouble than your pretty face should be worth."

You pull free and rest your head on his shoulder again. "Where do you live?"

"Glasgow," he says. "Not sure I should be tellin' you that."

You trace his chest around the chain of his ID tag. So many muscles. "Probably not."

"And what about you? Do I get to know?"

"No. Maybe. If we get out of here."

"Yeah? Well, you're not goin' anywhere with this wound. Bleedin' out, nearly froze to death, and still mouthin' off. No idea how to shut up and be good." He looks down at the injury, assessing how bad it really is in the dim light of the cabin. "You lost a lot of blood. I bet you feel tired." He brushes your hair off your face. "Stay awake a bit longer. The boys'll be here soon."

"I shouldn't," you mutter.

Soap doesn't miss the slurring of your words. He knew the blood loss would affect you, but he was hoping for more time before he had to really worry. "Shouldn't stay? Too late to get away from me now," he says, trying to keep his tone casual. Your skin is too cold for comfort. The gauze in your wound soaking through with blood can't mean anything good. "I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Sure as hell not letting you out of my sight. You've got a lot to repay me for."

You try to keep your eyes open. Every blink is more sluggish than the last. "Like what?"

"Runnin' away and makin' me chase after you, for one. Puttin' yourself in the line of fire for me, second. Takin' a swim in a frozen river. Scared me to death." He presses his lips to the crown of your head, a gentle, chaste touch at odds with the possessive, dominating instinct he can feel creeping into his thoughts. You're vulnerable right now, something he should never want, but part of him wonders if he’d ever have caught up with you without this. "Aye, you owe me. First thing we do once you're patched up? We have a long talk. We have a whole hell of a lot we need to say to one another. And you'll answer every question I ask you."

"I dunno if you'll like the stuff I say," you mutter.

"Hardly matters. You’re plenty keen on spittin’ fire at me as it is. No reason you can’t keep tellin’ me everything I don’t want tae hear."

Another shiver wracks your body.

Soap rubs your arms. "You gotta give your word you stay awake for me, aye? Stay here."

His radio beeps nearby. You huff. "Fine."

"Fine." He leans over to grab his radio and tries to keep an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm as he does. He keeps you cradled against his chest as he responds to Price.

"Soap here."

You don't hear the conversation. Instead, you listen to Soap's voice vibrate through his chest. He speaks to Price in hushed tones, talking about your condition and the team's ETA.

Price has a laundry list of questions, but Soap manages to wrangle them into holding off until they have everyone back on base. No sense exhausting you on a mission that's already been a shitshow. Finally, they're done. Soap lets the radio go to focus entirely on you again. "Still with me?"

"How long do we have?"

"Shouldn't be too much longer," he says. He checks your side again. The coldness of the air has soaked into the wet gauze. You shiver again. It makes something in him ache. "ETA's about ten minutes out."

You pull his lips down to yours and kiss him.

He's surprised, but he doesn't pull back--not from you. He lets you kiss him. Your taste seeps into his brain and turns all rational thought to white noise. One hand cups your jaw with a surprising gentleness, and the other slides behind your waist to keep you against his body. He's gentle--you need to be handled with care right now.

He pulls back before he loses himself in the desire to deepen the kiss. His eyes search your face, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot against your lips.

"You're lucky you're injured," he murmurs. "Or you'd be in a very different kind of trouble right now."

You shiver, but not with the cold. Just that one kiss has you feeling much warmer. You touch your name where it's written on his arm. Then you curl your fingers around the back of his neck and pull yourself closer. "Hold onto that thought for later," you murmur. "Give me something to wait for."

Then you kiss him again.

...

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[littlest-w01f]

Colonel

Caleb x reader

CALEB MASTERLIST

LADS MASTERLIST

Summary: Being called by the Colonel in the farspace fleet was never a good thing, perhaps for people who weren't you

Cw: Jealous Caleb, gravity evol use for thrusts, Smut 18+ MDNI

As soon as the holo-projector flickered to life, you felt your stomach drop. The stern face of Fleet Colonel Caleb looked back at you. "Lieutenant y/n," The voice was crisp, carrying an undercurrent of disapproval. "Report to my office immediately."

You gulped, your heart racing as you stood up straight, trying to compose yourself despite the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, he had never sounded like that with you, you could recognise something wrong instantly. You nodded briskly, "Yes, sir! Right away!" With that, you quickly made your way out of the briefing room, your boots clicking against the polished floor as you hurried towards the elevators.

As the doors slid open, you stepped inside, pressing the button for the upper levels. Your mind raced with possibilities - what could you have done wrong this time? Had your recent performance been less than stellar? Was there something more serious, like a breach of protocol or security?

The elevator lurched to a stop, and you took a deep breath before stepping out into the dimly lit corridor. You followed the signs to the commander's office, your steps echoing off the cold metal walls.

Reaching the door marked as his, you paused for a moment, smoothing down your uniform before knocking twice. The response was immediate, the door slid open, revealing Caleb standing imposingly in the threshold, he was fully decked out in his uniform, even the coat shrugged on as if he was just about to leave.

"Enter," He commanded gruffly, his piercing gaze scrutinizing you as you stepped inside, anything but friendly. The door hissed shut behind you, leaving you alone with him in the dimly lit space. A faint scent of leather hung in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of the command center beyond.

Caleb gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk, his hand slicing through the air with military precision. "Sit," He ordered, his tone brooking no argument. As you complied, your fingers nervously fidgeted with the hem of your uniform, awaiting the commander's verdict with bated breath.

Caleb circled around to perch on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, his intense gaze boring into yours, "Your record has always been spotless, Lieutenant… But appearances can be deceiving." His voice dropped to a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine as his evol tilted your chin up, your face feeling weightless forcing you to meet his piercing gaze. "I suggest you tell me the truth, now, before we delve deeper into this matter..."

Anyone else would've been pissing their pants terrified at the way he was looking at you, but you held his gaze, confused, "The truth about what, Colonel?"

Caleb's lips curled into a smirk, his evol still gently tilting your chin upwards, keeping your eyes locked onto his. "Don't play coy with me, Lieutenant," His voice was hard. "We both know exactly what I'm referring to. Tell me, is the rumor true? Were you out on a... Date..." He almost snarled the word, "With a higher officier?"

You blinked, then again, and once more, "Wait that's what-"

Caleb cut you off, glaring, "So it is true. You know, Lieutenant, you aren't allowed to be romantically envolved with any one of higher statures."

Caleb's expression darkened further, his jaw clenching. "That's a direct violation of regulations, Lieutenant. Do you understand the severity of your actions?"

"Caleb you can't put on your Colonel voice because you're... Jealous." You deduced, feeling his emotions through your evol, emotion manipulation, something you kept under wraps from being conidered unorthodox, illegal even in some places. "Wait, why are you jealous."

Caleb's eyes flashed with anger. "Do not read my emotions." He spat the words, leaning in closer until his face was mere inches from yours. "Jealous over you? Don't flatter yourself, Lieutenant."

Despite his harsh words, you could sense the lie, the jealousy seeping through his defenses, his pulse quickening as he loomed over you, the heat radiating off his body. Your own heartbeat accelerated in response.

"I think you do feel something, Caleb," You whispered, your voice barely audible over the hum of the ship's systems. A cheeky smile formed on your lips. "Admit it, you're attracted to me." The admission hung heavy in the air between you, charged with tension and unspoken desire.

Caleb's grip on the edge of the desk tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Attraction has nothing to do with this," He growled, but his eyes betrayed him, darting down to your lips before snapping back up to meet your gaze. "You're a lieutenant, and I'm your Colonel. And how can I know you're not manipulating me?"

"Hey, I only did it first when you were mean to me." You raised you hands in defence, you had made him take you from the N109 zone, twisting his emotions into feeling he needed you, to free yourself from the clutches of the prison. Then to make him a little nicer to you. "And I needed this."

Caleb's face contorted, a mix of frustration and something darker flashing across his features. "You manipulated me," He accused, his voice low and dangerous. "Used your... abilities on me without my consent."

He reached out, grabbing your wrist in a vice-like grip, pulling you to your feet. "You think you can toy with me, use me for your own amusement?" His other hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "I am your superior, and you will show the proper respect."

"Calm down..." You whispered, trying to hold onto his anger to lessen it, but there was no anger, only red hot jealousy and desire, even admiration, "You confuse me. You're act mad I hurt you, but you don't feel it."

Caleb's grip on your wrist relaxed slightly, though his hand remained splayed across your chest, fingers splaying wide enough to cover your heart. "I'm not confused," He murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "I know exactly how I feel about you, Lieutenant."

His other hand trailed down your side, coming to rest on your hip, fingers digging into the fabric of your uniform. "You may have manipulated me initially, but now... Now I crave the sensation of losing control with you." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I want to fuck you so hard, you forget everyone else."

Caleb's confession sent a jolt of excitement through you, your body responding instinctively to his raw, carnal desire. You could feel the heat emanating from his large frame, the hardness of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh.

Without breaking eye contact, Caleb held you with his evol, pinning you against the wall. His hips ground against yours, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. "Tell me to stop, make me stop." He growled, nipping at your earlobe. "Order me to end this, and I will. But know that every second I keep going, it's because you want me just as badly."

You felt his desire like it was your own, you could reduce it to nothing, turn him into a shell without emotions, you could make him stop but you didn't want you. You groaned as you felt the hardness of his aroual press against you through your uniforms and increased his arousal ten fold. "No. Don't stop."

With a guttural moan, Caleb claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to conquer every inch. His hands roamed your curves, gripping and kneading, as if trying to brand you as his.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. "Fuck, you taste divine," He rasped, his voice thick with lust. "I need to be inside you, now."

Caleb's fingers deftly worked at the fastenings of your uniform, tearing away fabric to expose your breasts to his hungry gaze. He palmed the soft mounds, thumbs circling the hardened nipples, drawing whimpers of pleasure from your throat.

"Come on..." Caleb's strong hands gripped your hips, guiding you to sit astride his lap as he reclined back in his chair. The sudden intimacy left you breathless, his hard cock pressing insistently against your core through the layers of clothing separating you.

In response, you rocked your hips against his, the friction sending electric shocks through your body. As you rode his lap, Caleb's hands slid beneath your skirt, his calloused palms gliding over the smooth skin of your thighs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your lingrie, tugging them down to reveal your dripping core.

"Fuck, you're soaked," He groaned, his thumbs parting your slick folds to tease your clit. "So ready for me, aren't you, little liar?"

With a swift motion, Caleb yanked his pants open, freeing his throbbing cock. He positioned himself at your entrance, the broad head nudging insistently against your opening. "Last chance to stop this, y/n. Once I'm inside you, there's no turning back."

"Last change for who to stop this? I want it was much as you." You whispered, hands underneath the shirt of his uniform to feel the muscles of his abdomen, rising to his chest. kissing the side of his neck.

A low, animalistic growl rumbled in Caleb's chest as he captured your lips in another searing kiss. Breaking away, he gazed intensely into your eyes, his own burning with primal hunger. "Then let me take you, Lieutenant," He commanded, voice rough with desire.

With a powerful thrust, Caleb sheathed himself fully inside you, stretching and filling you completely. You cried out, the sensation overwhelming yet exquisite. He set a relentless pace, grabbing your hips to make you go up and down, each stroke driving deeper, harder, his cock pulsing within your clenching walls.

Leaning forward, Caleb buried his face in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pounded into you. "Mine," He snarled possessively.

Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through your joined bodies, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the office. Caleb's grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he moved you with reckless abandon.

Caleb's hands roamed your back, nails scraping against your flesh as he pulled you down to meet his savage thrusts. Leaning forward, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your tender skin as he bit back a roar of ecstasy. "Too... Slow." He groaned, his hand held your hip, humming with energy as he used his evol to grab your hips, moving your body faster.

The enhanced strength of Caleb's evol allowed him to move you with brutal efficiency, his hips pistoning upward to meet each downward plunge. Your chests pressed together with the force of his movements, the hard points of your nipples dragging against his chest.

Panting heavily, Caleb's lips found yours again, the kiss ferocious and demanding. His tongue dominated your mouth, claiming you thoroughly as his cock plundered your depths. The relentless rhythm built towards a crescendo, each stroke driving you closer to the edge.

Caleb's dominance consumed you entirely, his body a force of nature ravaging yours with unrelenting intensity. His cock throbbed inside you, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust down, sending sparks of pleasure igniting throughout your being.

The pressure coiled tighter and tighter in your core until finally, with a scream muffled by Caleb's devouring kiss, you shattered. Your inner walls clenched around him, rippling with waves of intense orgasmic bliss.

As your climax crashed over you, Caleb continued his relentless assault, prolonging your peak. The feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock pushed him to the brink.

With a final, powerful thrust, Caleb hilted himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he found his release. Thick ropes of his seed painted your insides, marking you as his. A guttural moan tore from his throat, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

In the aftermath, Caleb held you close, both of you panting and slick with sweat. He peppered your face with soft kisses, a stark contrast to the brutal passion of moments before. "That was... Incredible," He murmured, nuzzling into your hair. "You're amazing, y/n."

Your eyes fluttered shut as a chuckle bubbled up your throat, "So you were jealous..."

Caleb's arms tightened around you, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Guilty as charged," He admitted, his lips brushing against your temple. "Seeing you with someone else, knowing they might touch you, taste you... It drove me insane with jealousy."

Caleb's confession hung heavy in the air between you, tinged with vulnerability despite the raw passion of your coupling. His thumb traced idle patterns on your lower back as he held you close, savouring the afterglow.

"I never wanted anyone else but you, y/n," He murmured, his voice low and sincere. "From the moment we met, you've had this effect on me, outside your evol. It scared me, the depth of my feelings. That's why I lashed out earlier - I couldn't bear the thought of losing you to someone else when I've never truly had you."

"It wasn't a date, Colonel," You smiled, resting your forehead against his, "It was just a formal dinner. No need to get your emotions up, I don't even like him."

Relief washed over Caleb's features at your words, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "A formal dinner, huh?" He repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, I suppose I owe you an apology then, for jumping to conclusions like that."

"The uncertainty killed me. The idea of you all dolled up, sharing a meal with someone else... It made me realize how deeply I care for you." He leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss - a promise and an apology all at once.

His thumbs gently caressed your cheekbones as he held your gaze. "Tell me you feel it too, this connection between us. That I'm not alone in wanting this, wanting us." The vulnerability in his voice was palpable, the usually confident Colonel laid bare before you, hoping and praying for reciprocation.

"I feel it too, Caleb," You whispered, your voice thick with feeling. "This bond between us, it's unlike anything I've ever known. When I'm with you, I feel alive in a way I never have before. Like I can take on the world and win."

Your fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as you sealed your declaration with a kiss. It started soft and sweet, but quickly deepened into something more passionate, pouring all of your pent-up emotions into the intimate contact.

[l1tw1ck]

William Afton on the list?! AND requests open??? Oh lawd… could we get something with ftm!William and his problematic young male employee who he uses as stress relief by letting him fuck him over his desk, or having him down under his desk eating him out 🤕🤒 I’m ill for that old man

William's Puppy

dom!bottom!ftm William x sub!top!amab Reader

🔪 Word Count: 1,427 🔪

AFAB Language Used | I uh... got a lil carried away .....

CW: Boss/Employee Relationship, Cunnilingus, Pet Play (Reader gets called puppy and wears collar + leash), Handjob, Begging, Cum Swallowing, Teasing, Desk Sex, Creampie

You're not the greatest employee ever, you’ve been fired multiple times because of your attitude. The only reason William hired you is because of your looks. When he gave you the job, he told you he wouldn't fire you but discipline you instead. You need a job so you agreed.

Your first lesson was when you talked back to a rude patron and got sent to his office. You looked at him with the assumption that you’ll get some sort of work related punishment like cleaning the floor or getting your pay docked.

“An attitude is one thing but cursing someone out? You’ll make the company look bad if I let you go back to work.”

You lower your head in shame. It's hard to keep up appearances when people are such assholes. It's not your fault customers are entitled.

“So, I’ll give you a different job.”

You perk up.

“You’ll be my assistant from now on. I expect you to be at my beck and call, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m a little tired from having to deal with your case, how about you help relieve some of my stress?” He unbuckles his belt and you immediately understand what's going on. He motions for you to come over and pulls off his pants then his underwear. You walk over to his side of the desk and crawl under when he instructs you to. You're not going to deny the opportunity to not only eat out your boss but also potentially fuck him too. You’d be an idiot if you did. You drag your tongue up his cunt before fully diving in. You've already fallen in love with his taste. “Just like that..” He grins. He throws his head back and murmurs praises to you, his voice getting more and more unsteady the longer you eat him out.

You're unbelievably hard but you don't even make an attempt to touch yourself. You have a feeling he wouldn't like that so you focus completely on his pleasure.

William lets out a particularly loud moan before grabbing the back of your head and desperately grinding against your face, stopping you from getting air. You don't have to worry about your oxygen for long though, thanks to William coming on your face.

William lets go of you and the both of you take a few moments to catch your breaths. He wipes your face with his hand, brushing away his hair and slick. You watch him pull his pants back up and return to a presentable state, realizing he's not going to let you fuck him today. He notices your boner and decides to take pity on you. He didn't plan on it initially but how could he leave such a cute puppy to deal with their boner alone? “Get up.” He orders. You get out from under his desk and stand up. “Sit.” He points to the chair you were previously sitting in.

You immediately take a seat. William walks over to you and sits on your lap. He leans into your ear. “You did so well, puppy.” He says, unzipping your fly and pulling out your cock. “You deserve a reward.” He spits on his hand and slowly begins to jerk you off.

You lean back, letting out low moans of pleasure. It feels amazing despite the slow pace.

William shifts in his place so that he's sitting on your thigh, rather than your lap. He starts grinding down on you and brings you into a sloppy kiss. He picks up the pace by a lot, roughly but pleasurably jerking you off. You feel like you're on cloud 9. Your combined body heat is making you lose your mind. You start to lose track of time, only acknowledging the pleasure you feel and the man on top of you.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with a smile. He can tell you’re close. “You wanna come, don't you?” He grips your cock, just tight enough to make you whimper. You nod your head rapidly.

“Then beg like a good boy.”

“Please let- let me come, sir~” You beg. He resumes his movements until you come, his hand manages to catch your cum before it can get anywhere else. He brings his cum covered hand to his face and licks up all of your cum. “Th- thank- thank you, sir-”

William gently grips your neck, rubbing his thumb on your skin. “Your neck seems empty…” He frowns without any real sadness behind it. You look at him like an excited pup, knowing exactly what he's trying to say. He smiles at your reaction. “I’ll make sure to fix this.” He kisses your cheek. “See you on Monday.”

William hands you a gift box. You open it with excitement and grin when you see a collar inside. Instead of a bell, there's a heart charm with “Property of William Afton” engraved on the back of it.

William takes out the collar and orders you to kneel, which you do without a second thought. He puts the collar on for you, making the situation feel more intimate than before. He turns around and grabs a leash, connecting it to your collar. “Watch me.” He orders. You stare at him intensely as he slowly removes his clothes, practically teasing you. His shoes and socks go first, then his tie, and then he slowly unbuttons his shirt. He takes it off completely and then throws it aside. His pretty looking nipples catch your eye and then you notice his happy trail, which leads to the breathtaking pussy you’ve been fantasizing about the entire weekend. It feels agonizingly slow as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks. You start drooling in anticipation, making him chuckle. He pulls his pants off and then sits up on his desk, which he cleared earlier.

He spreads his legs and teasingly rubs himself through his light colored boxers, his slick steadily bleeding through the fabric. Your cock is practically weeping. Turned on by your expression, William decides to stop teasing you. At least with this method. He pulls his underwear off and beckons for you to come over. You stand up and stand in between his legs. He hooks his legs around your waist and forces you to get closer, so close that your clothed boner is against his bare cunt. He grabs your leash and brings you into a kiss. He rubs his pussy against your hard-on, drenching your pants in his slick. He's making this so hard for you. It takes a lot of strength to be able to hold back. You have to go against your instincts and let him take the lead.

He pulls away from the kiss and finally decides to grant you your wish. “Strip.” He commands. You excitedly remove all your clothes. William looks at your throbbing cock with pity.

“Can I put it in, sir?” You ask, completely unable to mask your excitement.

“Of course.”

Despite your eagerness, you gently hold his waist and slowly ease your way inside William’s soft walls. You bite down on your lip as you enter his wet heat, trying not to come before you can even bottom out. He notices this and chuckles. You're so cute to him. You don't realize until it's too late but you were gripping him too hard.

“Sorry-” You loosen your grip.

“Be as rough as you want. Who am I to stop you from following your instincts?” William smiles. He knew exactly how his words would impact you. You go back to roughly gripping his waist and shove your cock all the way inside, earning a sexy moan from the man beneath you. You immediately start rutting into him, fucking his tight heat with desperation and vigor. You let out a string of curses and praises, raving about how good he feels.

You lean into his neck, breathing heavily as you fuck him. He can hear you even more clearly now. He especially enjoys it when you whine. You take one of your hands away from his waist and bring it to his dick. He gasps and starts to moan even louder as you please his most sensitive area.

“Yes– keep going~” William moans.

Surprisingly, William is the first to reach his orgasm. Unsurprisingly, the feeling of him clenching around your cock causes you to come next. You slow down before stopping completely to catch your breath. You move away from his neck and look at him.

He pets you. “Good job, puppy.”

[moonydustx]

A not so funny story

requests | mastelist

Summary: With Uta controlling everyone and the marine attacking, you needed to contain an unconscious Law who was looking to join the fight. Now, you need to deal with the consequences of him finding out about this.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: blood, Law hurts Reader (not on purpose), they both love each other, but they are idiots who don't know how to talk. Law doesn't know how to express his feelings in this one. Angst, kinda fluff/happy ending.

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I just saw the movie Red and the idea came to my mind. I need to shake off the rust and get back to writing, I thought it would be a good solution. Despite being linked to the film OP Red, there may be some things that differ from the canon.

For those who haven't seen the film, a spoiler-free context: in the film, we see a singer called Uta, who Bepo is a fan of and, together with Law, go to the show. Problems happen, she puts everyone to sleep and with her power, she manipulates these sleeping people to fight with other people who want to stop her.

italics apply to flashbacks and thoughts

Part 2 | Part 3 (NSFW)

The cold stone beneath you contrasted with your hot, sweaty body. You could feel the wounds burning on your body and if you reached out your hand, you could find the cause of them, your captain.

In the distance, you could hear someone calling your name and it didn't take long for Penguin to appear in your field of vision.

"Are you okay?"

"He gave me a hard time, but I'm fine. And you?" You grumbled, sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Apparently everyone had gone back to sleep.

"We're tired but fine. You're bleeding, do you need any help?"

"Everything is fine." You stood, with his help. "We need to get them out of here, I doubt the marines will miss the chance to catch so many pirates gathered in one place. At the very least, this will end in a fight."

You chose to help carry Bepo back to Polar Tang. Even though he was big, sharing the weight would be much easier than carrying Law alone. As soon as you entered the submarine, you disappeared from sight, leaving all of Uta's fight behind.

"Do you guys need help? I can see some pretty bad injuries from here." Ikkaku approached, already stopping the blood on your forehead. "Are they both okay?"

"We should take them to the infirmary and keep them under observation." you warned, seeing two other crew members carry them out of sight. "Can we get away from the fight?"

"Yeah, off their radar." someone answered you in the background.

"Perfect, keep us at this depth, keep an eye on the radios, any sign of change, if Law hasn't woken up, you look for me." You leaned against one of the tables, trying to ignore some of the pain in your body.

It was supposed to be just a quick show, at least that's what Bepo had said. Unfortunately for Law, he ended up being the polar bear's requested companion.

"Sure you don't want to change places with me?" Law appeared next to you, while you finished cleaning the kitchen.

"No captain, I'll be right here, with my duties." You smiled at him and, despite being frustrated, he let out a sideways smile.

"You know that I'm the captain right? That I can give the order and you have to go and I don't."

"You wouldn't be so mean, would you?" you asked indignantly and on one of the few occasions, you heard him laugh, even if it was low tone. "Captain!"

"I'm kidding. Just keep an eye on everything, okay? Don't let Shachi and Penguin cause any trouble."

"Yes, sir. And you, enjoy the show."

You were almost regretting not accepting the proposal. Law would certainly be much better at containing you and preventing you from getting into a big fight than you would be doing the opposite. But you liked the idea of ​​him trusting you.

"Everything is alright?" Ikkaku took you out of your reverie, noticing your body slightly bent and the blood falling on your forehead.

"Try holding back a furious Trafalgar Law from wanting to get into a fight and tell me if that's okay." You laughed, even though it took some of the air out of you. "Just a few bruises, nothing major."

"Come on, I'll help you take care of this." Ikkaku gently pulled you by the hand.

"Boys, do you deal with them?" you asked and they both nodded. "If Law wakes up, don't say anything to him about our little fight."

"You mean, about the big fucking beating he gave you?" Shachi teased you, earning a push.

"Exactly. He has bigger problems to worry about than dealing with this."

You and Ikkaku headed towards the dorm you shared. Your friend made a point of supporting you at every step, even if you insisted it wasn't necessary. She sat you down on the bed and grabbed a small first aid kit hidden on one of the shelves.

"Why not tell the captain?"

"Outch" you mumbled with one of the stitches she had on your face. "I have a feeling he's not going to like that we got into this fight without his presence."

"I think he'll be more resentful that you were the one who held him back." You laughed at her silly observation, then grumbled with another needle. Damn fight. "Don't act stupid."

"What you mean?"

"I'll let you choose. Between you being the only one who can steal books from him without him complaining or about every time we disembark, you having to be on his side. Should I mention that time he freaked out because Kid wanted to take you to the crew from him?" she laughed to herself, at her own memory. "What do you need to see that he likes you too?"

"And who said I like him?"

"Okay, you still want to keep hiding your feelings for him, just hide it better." she laughed again. It was clear to her - and anyone else who saw - that there was something between the two of you. You just prefer not to feed this illusion. "Still, I agree that he won't like all this one bit. Let's try to keep out of his sight."

Law was still trying to assimilate everything that happened. Uta's show had turned into a war scene and in the end, even he had become a puppet. That idea would haunt him for a long time.

Despite recent events, Polar Tang was quiet, too quiet. He could hear some buzzing, nothing he could identify. Another thing he couldn't place was you. The last time he saw you, he had tried to bargain for your presence at the show, even though he had asked to change places with you, he didn't think the idea of ​​going with you was bad. You'd probably hate the song, but he'd enjoy your sarcastic comments about any awkward situation. A small laugh crossed his lips when he thought about what you would say to see little Bepo.

At dinner, he observed Shachi, Penguin and Bepo, talking to each other. The concerned expressions denoted the seriousness of the matter, but that could come later. Even though he slept through it all, he still felt tired.

At lunch the next day, again, nothing from you. Ikkaku was also missing. It was impossible for the two of them to have disappeared together and without any justification. He tried not to think about the worst-case scenarios, but no matter how much he denied it, he wasn't such an optimistic person.

It only took a few seconds of your three companions stalling for him to know that you and Ikkaku were up to something or had already been up to something. He left them behind, following with firm steps to your room.

"I didn't see you two at lunch or yesterday at dinner, I wanted to know..." you two found Law leaning against the door of your room. His relaxed position disappeared in seconds when he looked at where Ikkaku's hand joined your forehead. "What happened?"

"Just a few scratches, nothing major." your colleague replied before you could open your mouth. She knew - actually, you weren't that good at hiding it - about your feelings and how easily you could wrap your head around your own words.

"Yeah, they're from yesterday, some scratches." you tried to complement, the captain's serious expression made it clear that that hadn't helped at all.

"Nothing much and that's why you haven't shown up since yesterday?" he grumbled and before he could continue his lecture, he felt his body being pushed forward, with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin falling beside him. "What the fuck?"

"We just wanted to know if you already know that she was the one..." before the bear finished speaking, the other two covered his mouth.

The grey eyes trailed from you to Ikkaku, to the group lying next to him, and back to you again. The small stress that was forming inside Law turned into concern when he saw the small trickle of blood dripping from your eyebrow.

It only took a few moments away for you to appear like that and he would never tolerate that, you didn't need to know about his feelings or how he was already thinking about taking revenge on whoever had done that, he would deal with it after taking care of your wound .

"Everyone out." you made to follow Ikkaku, stopping a few meters away. "Not you, I need to see this."

The door to the small room knocked subtly behind Law, who waited for a few seconds to approach you. The two of you already had a considerable height difference, but when you felt Law's cold, tattooed fingers on your chin, you felt even smaller. He turned both sides of your face, despite the cold touch, you could feel your skin burn beneath his fingers.

"You're warm, but I don't see any trace of infection." Not this one, you thought. "Give me the name?"

"Name?"

"Which idiot did this?" he replied without much patience, his fingers leaving your face behind.

"This is going to be a funny story." you laughed, stopping immediately when you saw him look deep into your eyes, his expression serious in an almost irritating way.

"Someone decided to hurt one of my crew. I don't think it's such a funny story. Who did it?"

"Captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law." your answer didn't seem to catch him instantly, with each word that left your mouth, you could see him getting paler and paler. "I believe you already know, but Uta managed to control everyone who was asleep to attack the pirates and the marines and with that, you and Bepo were also controlled. The boys held Bepo and I had to deal with you, but everything is fine. "

"They told me about Bepo..." he seemed lost for words, taking a certain distance from you and leaning on the small table in your room. "So you restrained me, alone?"

"You, actually Uta, didn't have access to your Devil Fruit powers, it ended up being easier. After all, our mission was just to keep you two away from the navy." you explained, leaning on the opposite side to where he was, seeing his crestfallen expression. "Like I said, it's okay captain."

"Where else did I hurt you?" the question took you by surprise, making it difficult to hide your reaction. "I know my strength, I have a feeling it wasn't just that. I could see it myself, but I trust you, so please."

With your fists clenched and your gaze following your every step, Law could see your hand go to your ribs, along with a grumble, as you bent down to pick up a small cloth and fill it with something that smelled similar to alcohol. As much as he noticed you trying hard, he could see you limping. He watched you smear the contents on one of your cheeks and your arm, revealing some bruises.

You stopped in front of him, letting him analyze. Despite the pain throughout your body, Law's proximity was almost like an anesthetic. If he stayed there, you wouldn't mind spending the day under his gaze. Law took your arm, gently sliding his fingers under the bruise, watching you flinch in discomfort. His hands practically put your arm back in place and placed themselves on the zipper of your jumpsuit.

Your hands placed themselves next to his, pulling the device and opening the entire piece. Of all the times he had dreamed of touching your skin, none had felt like this. He liked to imagine how soft it would be, to think about how your body would shiver, to feel with his own lips every piece of exposed skin, while he heard you ask for more. All the purple spots he had dreamed of leaving on your skin were nothing like the one he saw. Thoughts would need to be put aside at that moment.

His hand knocked down one side of your jumpsuit, showing the large bruise on your rib, which made him hold his breath for a few seconds.

"What else?" his voice was barely audible. He knew there was more to it, but he didn't want to be invasive.

"Just this cut." you took off the other strap of your jumpsuit and let it fall below your waist, showing the wound on your thigh. It wasn't that big, but when you both looked at the place, you understood where all the warmth in your body was coming from. "Shit. It wasn't like this last time I looked." actually it was, you just wanted to spare him the worry.

You adjusted your jumpsuit, leaving the top hanging around your waist. Your eyes searched for Law's, but he seemed to be far away, even just a few centimeters away. For some time, he didn't say anything. His eyes followed one point you had shown and others, looking for other signs. His hands prostrated in front of his body, why had he done that? Why hurt you?

"Law?"

"I...I..." the words seemed stuck somewhere inside him. His hands placed themselves next to your face, a gesture you hadn't received from him yet. "I don't know how to apologize. Forgive me, I didn't want any of this to happen."

"No need, Law, really. I was doing what any of us would do, taking care of our crew, taking care of our captain."

Again the words seemed to have escaped him. He just wished he could hold you and apologize a thousand times, hold you there and heal every little part of you and never allow anything to hurt you again. Some conscious side of him screamed in the background that this wasn't anyone's fault, but the sound seemed so far away to hear, while the picture of what he had done was so close to him.

A few seconds passed, his hands were still on your face, while you just enjoyed the awkward affection you received. He didn't know how to deal with that feeling, it was a guilt like he had never felt. Along with a fear, a need to see you well. There were too many things to deal with and at that moment, he chose to be the most rational one.

"It's infected and may have broken something." Law let his medical side take control of the situation. "Room. Shambles."

Before you even noticed the blue dome surrounding you, the two of you had already been transported to the infirmary. You remained standing in your place as you watched the captain hurriedly walk around the room, collecting some materials and before you could try to get on the stretcher, the two of you were already being taken to another place.

The table full of books, the small window of the Polar Tang showing some little orange fish passing by outside, a cozy bed, even with the sheets spread out. That definitely wasn't your room. You watched Law leave the materials on the table and reach Kikoku. You saw the blue dome again, this time, you knew that he was using his powers to confirm that you had indeed presented all your injuries to him.

"I was worried about your rib, but apparently it was just the bruise. Now about your leg, I may need to redo those stitches and medicate you. I can't let the infection spread."

You knew he was nervous, bordering on anxious, but you had known him long enough to know that stopping him from treating you would be even worse. You had chosen to hide your injuries so that Law wouldn't feel guilty, now that he knew, you didn't have much else to do.

"Law." you called out to him carefully, as he prepared the medication. "Do you mind if I bathe first?"

"Sure, I mean, no problem. Just wait a second." He walked away from the table and piled up some things, which he handed into your hand. "Here's my towel, I also left some clothes in case you want to use them, if you don't want to, that's okay. I can ask Ikkaku..."

"This is perfect, thank you Law." you hugged the small bundle of clothes close to your body.

"Room." again, in a matter of seconds, you were at the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, but your leg is really hurt, you shouldn't force it while walking."

"Okay" unlike the time he had taken you to the infirmary, now he had transported you close to each other, which made the air disappear from your lungs. "Can you wait for me? I mean, you said I wouldn't I should force my leg and..."

"I'll be outside, just call me and I'll be here." Please call me, Law's inner voice practically screamed.

Your shower was much quicker than you expected. Just knowing that he was waiting for you outside made butterflies fight in your stomach. You gently dried your body and took the clothes he had given you. Something that looked like shorts - it might have been underwear, but you didn't worry about that right now - and a black button-down shirt. As soon as you button the last button, you can pay attention to the smell of the fabric. Something soft, woody, you wondered if that was his scent.

"Law?" All it took was a small call and he soon entered the bathroom. Not as discreetly as he expected, his eyes roamed your body. "Can you help me?"

"Of course" your feet left the floor, giving you a few seconds to assimilate that he had picked you up and carried you back to the room. He hadn't done this before, but you preferred to just enjoy the sensation, locking your arms around his neck.

With a few steps inside the room, he placed you lying on the bed, pulling a rod further to the side, only then did you notice the hanging IV.

Law bent down, reaching your arm level, cleaning it with a small piece of cotton. He looked at the wound on your leg. In silence, he cleaned the area and took some bandages, placing them across the entire length of the wound. The contrast between your warm skin and his cold hands was strangely comfortable. You wished they would last a little longer there.

"I think we can leave these stitches for another day, but I need you to take this medicine. It's an antibiotic, the infection is small, but I'd rather take care of it soon." He pulled the small needle, seeing your face pale. "I'm sorry darling, but it's the best option we have."

Darling.

That word would echo in your mind for a long time. The fear of the needle that was about to come into contact with your skin eased when you saw the care he took with each gesture.

"Just don't look, okay?" He waited for you to close your eyes. "Just a few seconds and that's it. You'll feel sleepy, but that's normal. As soon as you wake up, I'll bring you something to eat."

He got up and started to adjust the pillows on the bed, the ones that were around and under you. His hands rested around your body, his body was on top of yours, even without any immediate contact. It was inevitable not to get lost in his eyes, or see him do the same with yours. You would like to engrave that in your memory, forever.

"Are you comfortable?" his face still had the same tense expression from the first moment he found you in the room.

"I am, I promise." you replied, in a burst of courage, you brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek. "Law, what worries you so much?"

He walked away, sitting at the foot of the bed. You just straightened up so you could look at him. His tattooed hands took off his hat, fingers tangling against the dark strands.

"I can't deal with the fact that I did this. I did this to you. Of all the people that could have been there, I hurt you." he grumbled, turning so he could look at you. "You do not understand."

"Actually, I understand." your answer left him stunned for a few seconds. "But don't blame yourself, you didn't choose this, captain"

"I know, but at the same time..." he huffed, trying to find the right words, which scratched his insides every time he looked at your scourged face. "You understand me, huh? I mean, I don't just see you as a crew member and something tells me you don't just see me as your captain. And knowing that of all the things that could have happened, I hurt you. I promise compensate you for everything."

"About what you said, about what we see in each other." your thought was interrupted by a long yawn. "What should we do about this?" You made to get up, but the IV attached seemed to transmit drowsiness straight to your body. Your eyes were already starting to get heavy.

"That we can deal with this later. You took care of me, now it's my duty to take care of you. For that, you need to rest." His hands reached yours, giving a slight laugh when he saw you fighting with your own eyes, wanting to leave them open. "I promise not to hurt you again or let anyone else hurt you."

Before you fall asleep for good, you can feel his lips on your hand.

[killerpancakeburger]

I'm the powder, you’re the fuse

SUMMARY: Soap finds out that his girlfriend is a skilled mercenary. And that he likes it... a lot.

PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader

TAGS: Established relationship, Badass!Reader, Smitten!Soap.

WARNINGS: Canon violence, misogynistic comments/insults, mention of: blood, death, kidnapping/hostage taking, torture, weapons, suggestive content (Soap is Horny), military inaccuracies, swearing.

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

A/N: yes I am still writing the civilian fic with Ghost and Soap... but then I had this idea and thought I could finish it ""quickly"". Written on mobile so if there are mistakes feel free to tell me!!

Soap let out a yawn big enough to dislocate his jaw, staring at his captain with mild resentment.

“This couldn’t hae waited til after breakfast, sir?”

“‘Fraid It could not, John. Actually in just a few minutes you'll be barking at me to know why we haven't gotten a move on already.”

Johnny looked back at his superior with perplexity, before glancing over at his teammates around the table, hoping for a scrap of information. Ghost remained imperturbable while Gaz shrugged.

“We received this video thirty minutes ago. Addressed to a certain Sergeant MacTavish.”

His captain turned on the projector and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall behind him. It was his teammates’ turn to glance at him questioningly, and to him to shrug with ignorance.

The Scottish soldier rubbed his face in an attempt to get rid of his lasting drowsiness as the video projected on the white screen facing them was starting.

A group of armed men in balaclavas were occupying a room. The one in the front spouted the classic ransom demand in exchange for a hostage. Nothing worth being summoned at the crack of dawn for.

Then the spokesman moved aside, revealing their detainee, bound to a chair and gagged, shooting daggers at her captors, and Soap almost knocked over the table with how brutally he stood up. Carried away by white-hot fury, he slammed his hands on the table.

“Fuckin’ - what the fuck is this!? When did this happen? Where are those fucking bastards? I -”

Rage had roughened his usually smooth voice, granting it a gravelly pitch, turning his shout into a growl.

“Control yourself, Sergeant”, interrupted Price, “It's not over yet.”

On the screen, the same man as before grabbed your hair, ignoring your murderous glare, forcing you to look at the camera, and coaxed you with disdain before taking off your gag:

“Come on doll, gonna have to beg real pretty for your man to get him to rescue you.”

The second your mouth was freed, you snarled at him, baring your teeth like you were about to bite.

“I'm gonna rip your throat out with my bare hands, you f-”

“Fuck, someone muzzle that rabid bitch”, swore your agressor, your belligerence clearly having thrown a wrench in his plans.

Soap could not help the flare of pride soaring in his chest at the view of your defiance and your grit.

After receiving their orders, the team left the room to prepare themselves for the assault. 

“A friend of yours?” asked Gaz, while Ghost questioned “Ya know her?”

“That's mah girl”, admitted the Scotsman, a bit sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, looking away. The cat was out of the bag. For your own sake, you had been a well-kept secret, but it was blatant that it didn’t protect you.

“Been together for a year. Never meant to drag her into this, though.”

“She sounds like a bloody riot, mate.” teased Garrick.

“She doesn't seem fazed to be taken hostage. Mainly pissed.” pointed out Ghost, wary.

“She's fearless.” admitted Soap with an enamored little smile. “Doesn't mean we don’t have to get her out of this though.”

His expression shifted from fondness to cold determination.

“‘F course.”

“We've got your back.”

“Gaz? You copy?” called Ghost over coms.

The afornamed was tasked with overwatch. His response arrived, marked by hesitation.

“...  I don't think she needs our help, guys.”

“The fuck s’that supposed to mean?” grumbled the Lieutenant.

“It'd be better if you'd see for yourselves. Third window on the right, second floor.”

Ghost took out a pair of binoculars and pointed them at the given position.

“Fooking hell…”

The expletive was mumbled with a mix of surprise and… awe?

“What? What! Lemme see L.T.!” pleaded Soap.

Ghost quickly passed him the tool, eager to make him shut up. The sergeant hastened to shove them against his face. His gaze took in the sight in front of him and he let out an appreciative whistle.

“Steamin’ jesus…”

He drank in the view that was your bloody display of fierce skill and deadly efficiency. You staggered between the enemies with fluidity, making them seem like clumsy amateurs. Slicing a throat there, shooting a head here, he watched with fascination as you used a dead attacker as a human shield.

“I think I'm hard.”

“TMI,  Soap.” 

Gaz coupled his comment with a gagging noise.

“Can ye blame me! Mah lass is oot there bein’ a bonafide badass ‘n’ that's the hottest shit a've ever seen.”

“M not blaming you for being a horny bastard, I'm blaming you for not keeping it to yourself.”

“If you two are done bickering, we could go pick her up.” groaned Ghost.

Letting Garrick past, he grabbed Soap by the shoulder as he was walking by him.

“You knew?”

“Knew what?”

“That you were going out with a killer.”

“Nae, but it turned out to be a good thing, didn’t it? Cannae imagine how badly this would have ended with a civilian. The wounds, the trauma…”

Ghost let out one of his grunts that Johnny knew meant “I disagree but it's not worth debating you about it.”

Positioning themselves near that final entrance, Soap nodded in response to Ghost's hand signal, waiting for him to break the door down. They were still on their gard in case some of the assailants survived.

In the ensuing silence, your voice reached his ears through the wall he was propped against.

“Come on doll”, you taunted, imitating your captor's scornful tone from earlier, sickly sweet then venomous. “Tell me who you work for and I won't gouge out your remaining eye.”

Johnny gulped. Eavesdropping on this definitely did not help with the… situation in his pants.

The racket produced by Ghost dealing with the door had the merit to make him focus once again. 

His body moving automatically, his training taking over, Soap charged into the room, pointing his rifle at the only person left standing there. Like a reflection of himself, you were aiming your own firearm at him. Your eyebrows were frowned in concentration, your eyes glinting with cold determination. Then recognition dawned on your face, and you heaved a sigh of relief, lowering your weapon.

“It's you! You scared the shit out of me.”

Relief flooded through him at the sight of you, bruised, battered, and blood-spattered, but alive. He tossed his gun aside as you put down yours, ready to embrace you, but Ghost's voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Back off, Soap.”

An order. Johnny stared at him in shock.

“What the hell, L.T.?”, he hissed in his direction.

You docilely raised your hands in the air as the masked man lined up the end of his gun's barrel with your head.

“Worst rescue party ever”, you mumbled to yourself.

“Sorry, Johnny”, grumbled Skullface, not sounding sorry in the slightest, never taking his eyes off you. “But do your usual conquests take down a dozen armed men on their own?”

Illustrating his words, he gestured with his rifle to the ground littered with corpses. The man you had started to interrogate - the only one left alive - whined in pain.

“So what's your deal? Ya a mole? Shagging Johnny for intel?”

“Ghost!” Soap gasped, offended for himself as much as for you. “M not some clueless newbie!”

You made a face at the question. You understood where he was coming from, hell you’d do the same if the roles were reversed, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed sharing details of your sordid past, especially with a stranger. The less people knew about it, the better.

“I used to be a mercenary for a family who did organized crime. Been clean for years though.”

“Oh yeah? They let you leave just like that?”

“The boss’ daughter had a soft spot for me.”

The lieutenant stared at you for a few more seconds, as if judging the veracity of your statements through sight alone, before lowering his weapon.

A resounding “Bonnie!” rang out. Next thing you knew, your boyfriend's muscular arms closed around you, causing you to yelp, pain running through you at the overeager contact. Soap cursed and apologized profusely.

“Bloody hell, a'm sorry, didnae mean tae hurt ye. Are ye alright? Show me where it hurts. If those bastards leid a hand on ye, I swear-”

There was something both flattering and arousing with how the more Soap lost his cool, the more pronounced his accent became, and the rougher his voice sounded. You placed a finger across his mouth to put an end to his verbal onslaught, an endeared smile on your own.

“At ease, soldier. I'm OK, just some bruised ribs and a busted eyebrow.” you summarized while pointing to the trickle of dried blood on the side of your face.

He leaned his forehead against yours, a gesture that felt terribly intimate, an adoring grin adorning his lips.

“Cannae believe ye wiped out those sorry fuckers all on yer own. Fuck, that's hot.” he confessed in a subdued tone.

You threw your head back in laughter, only to wince when your sore ribs manifested themselves.

“Never heard that one before. Could get used to it, though.”

You laced your fingers behind his neck, nonchalantly leaning against him, not fighting back an impish smile. Soap's hands grabbed your hips in response. Your roguish expression must have gotten the better of his restraint, because one breath later, he was hungrily pressing his mouth against yours. You replied in kind, swiftly deciding you did not care for his colleagues’ presence, and he moaned in appreciation.

After a minute or two, you broke the kiss against your will, remembering an issue that needed to be solved. You smiled, amused by the vision that was Soap chasing your lips blindly, then pouting when you refused him.

“So you guys are gonna take care of the bodies, right…? I can deal with one or two, but this is a bit much.”

The last soldier, the one you didn’t hear from yet, a pretty man with dark skin that Soap would later introduce as Gaz, assured you that they would handle it.

Transferring your attention back to Johnny, you noticed a trace of guilt in those ocean eyes of his, as he was staring at you.

“Something wrong?”

“Ye not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?” you frowned.

“It's mah fault if those bastards took ye.”

“Oh, Johnny…” you sighed wistfully, cupping his face. “I knew what the risks were when I chose to date a soldier. Plus, there will always be a chance that my past catches up to me. I was pretty fucking mad when I got a hood shoved on my head and my arms twisted behind my back before getting hauled away in the middle of the fucking night, but not at you.”

Once they gathered all the intel they needed and dragged away the only survivor, the team and you left the building. Your testimony was required for the mission report, so you accompanied them without protest, longing for the care that would be provided by their medical facility.

As you were walking to their vehicule, hand in hand with Soap, you noted how he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

His cerulean eyes kept greedily roaming all over you, like you were a vision so dream-like it was making him doubt your reality, like you would vanish the second he stopped contemplating you.

“Yer one badass lass, y'know that? ‘M so proud o’ ye. Proud tae be yers.”

A/N: Ghost's "grunts that Johnny knew meant “I disagree but it's not worth debating you about it.” " is based on my grandma 💀

[exhaslo]

Over-Time Ch7

(CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4,Ch5, Ch6

Warning: MINORS DNI, sexual thoughts, eventual smut, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing, fluff

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The lobby was filled with loud chatter as the morning crew was heading out for lunch. The chatter soon came to a silence once the main doors opened. The loud clicking of heels took over the lobby as everyone remained focus on the individual who entered the building.

"A little birdy told me Lyla was on vacation." The person spoke, their lips curled into a smile.

"Yes, ma'am; however, Miguel already has a new secretary."

"So I've heard. I'll be heading up-"

"Sorry, but you can't. Miguel gave us strict orders to not allow you past the lobby. I'm sorry, but you must leave." The receptionist warned the woman.

"Tch, what a bother. Very well, I'll just have to bump into him or that little mouse."

As fast as the woman entered, she left. Soon, whispers filled the lobby as everyone assumed that you were in deep shit. No one but Lyla had survived that snake.

At least you lasted two weeks on your own.

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This was driving you crazy. Ever since that incident in the elevator, Miguel had been really handsy with you. The man oozed sex appeal and he was using every last drop of it to torment you. There had been times where you wanted to kiss him, but you couldn't.

He was your boss!

No matter how many times his hand stroked your cheek. No matter how long his hands stayed against yours. No matter how tender his grip was against your waist. No matter how close his sweet whispers were to your ear...

You couldn't.

Miguel was giving you so many mixed signals. His kind personality often confused you with his loving tone, but then...Miguel would get strict and push you away. He was so confusing and you just wanted answers. You wanted to know if it was okay for you to have these feelings for him.

"Sir, are you ready for your next appointment?" You asked, entering Miguel's office.

"I suppose. It's only going to be another fruitless venture of trying to get me to invest in a stupid plan. I don't suppose you have a way for me to avoid such troublesome idiots?" Miguel asked with a soft chuckle.

"Hm..." You pushed your lips forward as you thought, "You really shouldn't, but what if we pretended an emergency came up for your Fall Banquet?"

"Tempting."

Miguel approached you with a smile, his hand resting on your back as he led you out. You could melt against him if he let you.

"Oh, Miguel, you're tie."

You noticed his crooked tie and proceeded to fix it. As you did, you could feel your heart racing as Miguel stared at you. His hands resting against yours before bringing them to his lips. You could feel your heart in your throat.

"Aren't I lucky to have you, hm?" His voice was low.

"Ah-"

You squeaked as you tried to take a step back, but ended up tripping over your heel. You gasped as you nearly fell back, but Miguel had managed to catch you in time.

"S-Sorry-ah!" You whimpered as you tried to stand.

"Well now, I suppose this works too."

Gasping softly, you wrapped your arms around Miguel's neck as he picked you up. Your face was probably a million shades of red as he carried you out of the office.

"M-Miguel-Sir!"

"Now, now. Can't have my precious secretary injured on the job. Let me take you to first aid."

You whimpered only in protest, but proceeded to cover your face. This was embarrassing, but you couldn't help but smile. Miguel was far too good for a clumsy one like yourself.

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Miguel was impressed by his own self control. After almost kissing you in the elevator, Miguel had to hold back greatly. That still didn't stop him from touching you. Oh, how he wished for more. How he dreamt for more.

But this was enough.

Taking you to the first aid floor, Miguel was concerned for your ankle. He found you adorable whenever you would get clumsy. It wasn't like you did it on purpose, but it was so amusing. Sometimes Miguel wanted to get you riled up just so he can watch you.

A sadist sometimes, but that was just Miguel. As he stepped off the elevator, Miguel glanced down at you. Hard working as always. You were in the middle of sending an apology message to his greedy business partner for missing the meeting.

"There....hopefully they will understand." You whispered. Miguel nodded towards the nurse as he placed you down on a bed,

"Understanding or not, they have no choice. It's my business they want, so they have to wait."

"Dumb question...But where does Alchemax stand...in the business world?"

Miguel glanced up at your innocent gaze. No matter how many times you asked, Miguel loved how naïve you were. He loved the fact that you still had no care for his status as a CEO, or that of his business. You just came to do your job.

"On top of the world," Miguel hummed.

He took your heel off, chuckling towards your complaints. The nurse was busy doing other stuff, so Miguel had to take care of you. Who else would he trust with someone as precious as you?

"Ah-" You whimpered in pain as Miguel pressed against your ankle.

"Swollen, but not broken. My dear (Y/N), you must be more careful alone. Be clumsy when I'm around, alright?"

"I-I was," You stuttered in embarrassment.

Miguel resisted a chuckle as he started to massage your ankle. You could only whimper in pain as he did so. Listening to your little whimpers made Miguel's mind wander. He leaned closer to you, kissing your ankle.

"M-Mig-" You covered your mouth as your heard the nurse talk to another patient.

Miguel's gaze focused on your expression. How seductive you were as you covered your mouth while your face burned red. His kisses trailing up from your ankle to your inner thigh. It was hard for him to focus as you trembled against his touch.

Stroking his hand against your thigh, Miguel resisted a groan as he felt up your skirt ever so slightly. You laid back against the bed, closing your eyes as you withheld your whines.

Letting his dick do all the talking, Miguel climbed over you. His hands still against your thighs as he trailed his kisses against your neck this time. You moved your head to the side, shaking slightly.

"You're letting me be selfish again," Miguel whispered against your ear, "It's so hard...to hold back."

"I-I....I did....say that you could," You whimpered softly. Miguel groaned lowly,

"(Y/N)"

"Alright, next I believe I saw our CEO," The nurse spoke.

Miguel immediately got off you and sat beside the bed. He fixed his suit as the nurse opened the curtain, her head still glued to the clipboard. You quickly sat up, trying to cover your flustered expression.

"A-Actually....I may have...sprained my ankle," You said shyly.

"No worries. Let me take a look."

Miguel started to tune out as the nurse took care of you. His attention was focused on your lips. You didn't care about his status or anything, but yet you let him have his way with you. It was a no brainer that you liked him.

Hell, Miguel was falling hard for you, but even he knew that this was wrong. Miguel was taking advantage of you. He needed to stop, but at the same time, he wanted you. Miguel could see you at his side as a partner and maybe even a wife.

"Let me get an ice pack, I'll be right back." The nurse spoke before leaving.

"(Y/N), be my date for the Fall Banquet." Miguel spoke calmly, as if he wasn't about to fuck you a second ago.

"Huh? Are you sure?" You questioned. Miguel just smiled,

"No doubt in my mind would I love to have you by my side."

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Oh, his words were making you melt. How could you not share feelings with this god of a man. Perchance, this would be a good opportunity to try and kiss him? Miguel was no stranger to sharing his desires...maybe you should be brave and do so too?

"I-I would love too, then." You chirped. Miguel stood and kissed your hand,

"Then I believe we should start dress shopping. Can't have my date being outshined by anyone else."

"You...You don't have too!" Miguel was making your heart race again.

"I'm a selfish man, you know this by now. Don't you want my eyes only on you?"

Your eyes widen as you looked into Miguel's gaze. Your breathing shuddered as you bit your lower lip.

"Yes."

"Then it's settled. We shall go dress shopping as soon as your ankle heals."

"Hehe, thank you sir."

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"If Miguel won't see me, then I'll have to approach him. No one deserves the Fall Crown but me."

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Hehe, slow burn gonna eat ya'll alive.

Gonna be on a one month hiatus outta state! See you all soon!

Next Chapter

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[darlingsfandom]

Oval Scandal

anon : Hey, how are you? I hope you're okay. Then write a smut about President Miller x reader!intern (like Clinton-Lewinsky scandal vibes) and they get caught!

TW: power imbalance, cheating, p in v, male orgasm!

Not proofread.

Lenny Miller was a man of his word. He had the people eating out the palm of his hand with the way he carried himself. He gave the people a sense of hope and safety which is why they voted him into the Oval Office in the first place. He had a charm about him that made those around him swoon including you, a simple intern who was under his spell.

In his first couple of months Lenny had made an impact that left the people in a state of peace. He carried out his duties with dignity which you admired. You worked under his secretary who had been around since Bush was in charge and she wanted to make sure that whoever took her spot would be perfect which is why she trained you to the best point possible. You followed her every order and Lenny kept his eye on you. Everyday you’d greet him with a soft smile and quick nod because truth be told he did something to you that made you squeeze your thighs under your desk.

As much as you wanted to relieve yourself sometimes you couldn’t because all eyes were everywhere all the time!

“Ms. y/l/n, can you step into the office?” Buzzed through the little intercom on your desk.

“Right away sir!” You held the button down before nervously standing on your feet. He’s never asked you into the office. A million questions ran through your head before you opened the door to find him leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

“Shut the door.” You swallowed the lump in your throat before slowly stepping in front of him once the door was closed. Lenny stood up straight, fixed his tie and towered over you making you feel three feet tall. “Do you like being an intern?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” You nodded before he put his finger under your chin and made you look at him. You always avoided eye contact with him, not because he made you uncomfortable but because you were attracted to him. You looked everywhere else until he gripped your jaw making you look him in the eye.

“I think you could be doing more.” His words made your heart break a little bit. Your lips formed a pout while his formed a smirk. “You are a sweet young lady with a lot of potential…” Lenny leaned in and you could feel his breath on your cheek. “I see how you get nervous around me, but not in a way that you’re scared, but that you’re aching for me.” His lips pressed against your cheek before he kissed your lips.

Butterflies exploded in your stomach and as much as you wanted to push him away your body was frozen because this wasn’t real! It couldn’t be! But when his hand groped your ass you realized how real it was.

“We can’t do this!” You whispered as you stumbled backwards. He licked his lips before running his hands over his chest.

“The choice is yours… and if you’re as smart as I know you are…” Lenny stepped forward to cup your cheek. “You’ll be in my office tomorrow night.” He gave your cheek another kiss before sending you out.

From that night on you often found yourself in the Oval Office under the desk.

Months had passed since you started your affair with President Miller and it had been great. Of all the men you’ve had sex with, he really knew what he was doing. To be fair he had the experience the others lacked.

You had decided not to wear panties today. Lenny had asked for a certain file and of course you brought it to him. It wasn’t even important , it was just a cover up to get you into the office without suspicion.

“Here you go sir.” You bent over to give him a view of your cleavage making him bite his bottom lip.

“Thank you.” He nodded before he signaled for you to get on your knees. You always had your hair pulled back to make it easier for him to pull on. Lenny allowed you to get under the desk and get comfortable before you rubbed his thighs. He bit his bottom lip the second he heard you unzipping his pants.

“That’s a good girl.” He patted the top of your head before you kissed the tip of his cock. Your tongue lapped over the head slowly, just the way he likes. You sat on your knees wrapping your mouth around the head before taking his whole cock down your throat. “Fuck! Such a good girl. You really what that raise.” You nodded eagerly making him moan. “You’re really earning it. Such a better cock sucker than my wife.” He always praised you about sucking his heavy cock even if it meant reminding you he’s a married man who just happens to run the country.

Lenny grabbed your pony tail tightly and gave it a yank making you look up at him with your watery eyes. He loved that look in your eyes , seeing you so obedient, so willing unlike his wife, made him feral. “So pretty, will do anything to please her boss.” Lenny pulled your hair and pulled out his cock making you whine before you stick your tongue back out in hopes he’d slide it back in. “No no, if you want that raise finalized, you know what I want.”

You nodded slowly before getting off your knees, you turned your back to him and lifted up your dress before leaning over the desk.

“Good girl, no panties.” He held his hand in his cock while he grabbed a handful of your ass and massaged it slowly before he ran his thumb over your wet folds. “You always get so wet when you suck my cock.” His thumb found your clit making you whine as he circled it slowly. Lenny spit down his cock before sliding the head between your folds.

“Fuck! Mr. President .” You whined as your hands gripped the edge of the desk.

“You’re such a tease honey, you know that turns me on.” Lenny pushed his cock in you making your knees buckle.

“Fuck me sir, please.” You looked over your shoulder as he grabbed your pony tail, pulled your head back and made sure his cock was shoved all the way inside your cunt. The thing with Lenny was that he was made for you and as wrong as it was you knew that you were his. “Feels so good!” You moaned out as he thrusted into you making your wetness echo in the room.

“Always so good for me.” He was panting in your ear as he held your hips tightly. The two of you were lost in the moment of how good the feeling was that neither of you heard the door open until the sound of screaming broke the moment.

His wife, the First Lady was standing there in shock with angered fists as Lenny kept thrusting into you. You felt too good to stop. On the other hand your heart had dropped as anxiety ran through your system.

“Lenny! What are you doing?” His wife stood there with tears in her eyes. “You said you didn’t have sexual relations with her!”

“And that’s clearly a lie dear.” He rolled his eyes before he stood up straight with his cock still buried in you. You laid there silently until he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up.

“I can’t believe you’d do this!”

“As if you’re not having an affair with Johnson from the secret service! I’m not a stupid man.” Lenny held you with his arm around your waist before kissing the back of your neck. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we need to cum.”

“You’re a pig!”

“At least I actually love her!” Lenny’s words made the whole room quiet. He didn’t actually say that! He couldn’t have! He had. Lenny declared his love for you while balls deep inside of you while his wife had caught him fucking his young intern.

She stormed off as Lenny reached up and rubbed your tits as he went back to fucking you hard. Your orgasm had died but his was still on the edge. Lenny was a panting mess until he let out a loud groan. He came deep inside of you.

“Did you mean what you said?” You asked shyly as he pulled out.

“About what?” Lenny cleaned himself up before pulling you into his lap.

“That you love me?” Tears built up in your eyes.

“Of course I do, I wouldn’t have risked it all if I didn’t.” His lips pressed into yours gently while he cupped your face. “You are worth the scandal my love.”

[johnbrand]

Win-Win

“For starters, the shirt must always be tucked in.”

I did not dare move as he approached me. My tormentor, my nemesis, the man I had swore to defeat all these years. I could do nothing as he stepped closer and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the briefs and properly folded the shirt in. I remained frozen as he bent over and from my ankles and carried the trousers past my naked legs. They were his briefs that he was tucking the shirt into, his trousers that he was hoisting higher and zipping up.

“That’s it, son,” Mr. Richardson stepped back. “Now fasten your side adjusters.”

I instinctively followed his command, feeling a pleasurable shiver run along my spine as my hands mechanically obeyed his orders. They pulled at the fabric on my trousers, securing the clasps and the waist tight against the briefs. Mr. Richardson said only briefs could provide both the support and dignity for a proper man.

“Good, make sure it’s tight and rigid,” Mr. Richardson instructed. “That stiff quality is what makes the traditional man.”

His words made me feel weightless, pliable. It was almost as if my free will had become a clay that Mr. Richardson was able to mold in his own palms. 

“And you wish to be a traditional man, don’t you son?”

I could have never, ever expected my answer to have come so quickly. “Yes.”

His smirk should have riled the anger residing deep inside of me, but instead all I felt was pleasure. Pleasure from Mr. Richardson’s approval. Approval of my obedience.

“Now that you are tucked and tidy, let’s find you a tie.” Mr. Richardson searched through a drawer filled with more ties than I could count. And yet out of all the fanciful colors and patterns, he chose a simple black latticed piece to hand to me.

I looped the tie deftly around my collar, not even noticing that the full Windsor I had created was almost identical to his own. He glanced down at the knot before instructing me to tighten it. A puff of ecstasy released from my throat as I drew the fabric tight against my Adam’s apple.

“You’re beginning to look just like me when I was your age, son.” Mr. Richardson’s comment brought a pleasant smile to my lips as he squirted an obnoxious amount of clear gel into his hand. He then brutally forced the product into my hair, the harsh parting sporting an undeniable sheen. I said nothing. It felt good to say nothing. It felt good to let Mr. Richardson take control.

“Doesn’t it suit you better? To look like me?” He took a seat back behind his desk before handing me his bottle of cologne. “Would you like to smell like me too?”

“I would very much like to, Sir.” Never once had I given this man respect, and now I had bequeathed him with a title where one could hear its capital letter at the front. I took the precious item from him and applied the ostentatious, yet comforting cologne to my pulse points.

The scent I had once reviled now surrounded me, pulsing out my own bloodstream proudly. Mr. Richardson’s nostrils flared to appreciate his own aphrodisiac. I felt my own nose do the same.

“If you are to be a traditional man, like you said you’d wished to be,” Mr. Richardson asserted. “Then you ought to be like me too, son. Am I correct?”

My eyes shifted momentarily, falling down over what I had become before retaking it in through an older reflection. I knew Mr. Richardson was mocking me, offering me a way out. All I had to do was take it. Say he was wrong and he would let me free. I would never become what he desired. All I had to do was say no.

“Yes Sir, you are always correct. I ought to be like you too.” But why would I say no to Mr. Richardson. I wanted this to be my future. I wanted to be a classic, proper, traditional man. I wanted, no, I had always wanted to be like Mr. Richardson.

“Very good, son.” His low voice held confidence and maturity. “Now, put on your jacket and then we can get started.”

I took his word and secured the final portion of my suit over my shoulders. Mr. Richardson’s smile was smug with victory. My face quickly came to match his, as it had been both of us who had won.

[bones4thecats]

you could do, Breakdown x fembot pregnant reader x Knockout. all three are conjux. 💙❤

TFP! KnockDown w/ their Carrying! S/O

Characters: Knockout and Breakdown (Transformers Prime) Requester: 💙❤Anon A/N: I jinxed myself in my last post lol. Short my ass!!! XD ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Nothing ⚠️

Disclaimer: This is set in a timeline where Breakdown lives and joins the Autobots alongside Knockout and their S/O before the film!

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🪚🥊 You were very content with your two sparkmates. While it was normally unusual to have more than one with your species, nobody really judged you for it, which surprised the three of you, as you lived on the Nemesis full of judgmental 'Cons

🪚 Knockout was very pleased to have both you and Breakdown by his side. He adored how strong Breakdown was and how intelligent you were. It was like you two were the two sides of a coin while he was the ridge that surrounded you both in a welded-mixture

🥊 Breakdown was like Knockout, he was happy to be with you both. He and Knockout went quite a bit back, but when he met you, he felt that you completed them both perfectly, allowing Knockout to be the perfect middle-ground to your Yin-Yang bond with Breakdown

🪚🥊 The two mechs were happy to live a life with their sparkmates. But, this was turned on their helms when you found out that you were carrying

🪚🥊 If they had it up to their choices, they would've held the carrying-process for after the War ended to keep you and your future-sparklings safe from any danger. But alas, Primus had to be cruel sometimes

🪚🥊 The duo decided to try keeping this from Megatron as best as possible. He had no care for anything happy, so if he were to find out that you were carrying, who knows what would happen to not only them for hiding this and technically causing it, but what was happen to you and your offspring?

🪚 Knockout proposed finding a way in old records to keep the sparklings growing in a tube of energon so they would be fed and grow at a constant and healthy-rate, though you declined and didn't like the risks it would give you guys

🥊 Breakdown was silent throughout the process. He had no idea what you guys could do in the situation, he wasn't specializing in anything other than destroying things and taking orders from his superiors

🪚🥊 After nearly an Earth-week long discussion with your sparkmates, it was leaked that you were carrying, which did not put you guys in good-waters with Megatron

🪚🥊 He called you three to the main room, and you stood nervously between the two mechs. You could hear the light tapping of your Lord's claw-like digits against the keyboard, and it was a very scary noise at the moment

"I heard that you're carrying, Y/N. Is that correct?" He asked.

"Yes, Lord Megatron."

"Why keep such information away from me?"

"We were just in shock from the announcement, my Lord. It was more of a 'heat-of-the-moment' kind of thing, you know?" Knockout said.

🪚🥊 Megatron nodded and looked down at you, making you slightly shiver in fear as his red-optic glare nearly bore holes into your processor. It was as if he wanted you dead more than he wanted the Prime defeated

🪚🥊 Your Lord blinked and looked up at the two 'Cons behind you, glancing at you before looking them both in their optics before saying the thing that would push you guys to your edge

"If there are any complications; I want that thing exterminated, no matter the cost. Understood?"

"Y-yes, sir." Knockout replied, bowing to the larger mech.

"Understood..." Breakdown agreed.

🪚🥊 It was that night that you three left for a drive before contacting the Autobots, much to their confusion and anger. Why were these three; three of their biggest adversaries in the Decepticons, wishing to speak?

🪚🥊 The Autobots appeared from their Ground-Bridge and saw you three standing there, Breakdown's arm being wrapped around you as you shivered and fearfully thinking about the future of your child if they were to be exterminated

🪚 Knockout stared at the 'Bots and sighed, walking up to them so he could speak face-plate to face-plate with their leader, Optimus Prime

"We're sorry for interrupting your night, Autobots," he began. "But, there were some issues that came up with us and we are... in need of your assistance."

"Why are you needing our help?" Bulkhead asked.

🪚🥊 You freed yourself from Breakdown's grasp and walked up to the Autobot team, reaching into your compact-space and pulling out a digital pad, showing them an image of your spark, two little balls of Cybertronian-life floating beside it, one having a cherry-red color while the other had a blue-glow

"You're carrying?" Ratchet asked.

"They are. And Megatron found out..." Breakdown said.

"You want to keep them safe from danger, am I correct?" Optimus said, looking at the two 'Cons for any sign of deceit, only to find none.

"Yes." They said together.

🪚🥊 The others looked at Optimus for his answer, and were surprised when he looked at you and pat your shoulder-pad before moving it to lightly rub your helm gently, much like how a Sire or Carrier would help their sparkling calm down their processor during development

"They can stay with us." He said, smiling at the two mechs.

🪚🥊 Breakdown and Knockout smiled and looked at you. You just looked back and stepped up to them, wrapping your arms around one of their neck's each, pulling them into their own sides of your own neck

"You'll be safe, beautiful." Knockout said in your audio sensor.

"We'll contact you daily, okay? Promise!" Breakdown added.

🪚🥊 Optimus and the others watched with slight pity. Yes, they were their enemies, but seeing just how much they cared for one another made them wonder; should they really separate them all?

🪚🥊 Before the two of them walked off, Optimus called their names, making them turned around in confusion

"Separating a sparkling from their Sire, or rather Sires, is horrible... so..."

🪚🥊 Sighing before holding his servos out for them to shake if they wanted too, Optimus finished;

"Would you care to join us as well?"

[sunnystrwbry]

Sympathy for the Devil (Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Pilot!OC)

For as long as Carly “Devil” Spencer and Jake “Hangman” Seresin have known each other, they haven’t gotten along. What happens when Carly, a pilot notorious for her vengeance in the sky is sent on a suicide mission? How will it affect her and her team? How will it affect the man who has been hiding his feelings for her since they met?

Warnings: Suicidal themes, violence, language, injury descriptions, captivity, torture

4 Chapters - 11k Words

This floats between second and third person point of view, it’s almost a reader insert. Apologies for any inaccuracies and mistakes in advance. This is my first fic!

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Chapter 1

Carly Spencer carried her duffle bag across the hot tarmac of the military base runway. She was on her way to San Diego from where she’d been stationed in Afghanistan for the past year. Being a fighter pilot almost guaranteed moving to different countries and bases multiple times a year, but this move was different. She’d received the order to go back to Top Gun along with some other pilots to prepare for a mission.

She wondered who else would be training for this mission with her, and what kind of mission it would be. Probably nothing good considering the callback of multiple pilots to Top Gun.

The flight out of Afghanistan was cutting it extremely close to when you needed to be at the base, but finally the plane landed in San Diego. Everyone else was already gathered in the hangar and seated to listen to Maverick teach about the mission. You immediately recognized many of the pilots in the room. Rooster, Phoenix, Payback, and Hangman. You hadn’t seen Hangman since the assignment you had before shipping out to Afghanistan. Despite his arrogant demeanor, unpredictable actions, and the fact that the two of you didn’t exactly get along, he was actually kinda charming. You didn’t want to admit it, but you really did like him. Maybe things would be different this time.

When Rooster saw you walk in, he sent a warm smile your way along with a wave. Your eyes scanned the room for an empty seat, the only one happened to be next to Hangman.

His eyes met yours as you sat down, “Man, you look like shit Spence, too hard to dress up like the rest of us huh?”

“Fuck off Seresin.” Your voice was low.

Maverick greeted everyone and his eyes landed on you, sitting there, still wearing your fatigues covered in Afghan dirt.

“Devil, nice of you to finally join us.”

“Sorry sir, flights out of Afghanistan aren’t exactly quick.”

He smiled, “Oh I’m sure they aren’t. Heard you became an ace over there, is that true?”

At that moment all eyes were on you.

“Yes sir, that’s true.” you replied.

Memories from your time in the Middle East flooded your mind. The last year you had been stationed there you’d experienced the worst of the worst. After being shot down and held captive for five days, you’d finally escaped and made the long journey back to base, the memory made you shudder, but you couldn’t think about that right now.

“Good to know my training did you well. That also means you’re the only Ace in our group, besides me of course,” Mav said, “Let’s get started.”

The objective of the mission was to take out a munitions factory just outside of Bagram. Only one jet could be sent in due to sanctions in the city limits, and the sanctions also prevented unmanned strikes. The plant is heavily guarded by anti aircraft guns, and jets were on patrol to defend it in case of an attack. It would be a dogfight on the way in and on the way out, and an unfair one at that. Maverick asked the group if they had any questions. Nobody wanted to say a word. Phoenix looked at you worriedly. This was a suicide mission.

Rooster finally spoke up, “So, uh, how do we decide which one of us is going to go?”

He had asked the question that nobody else wanted to.

Maverick took a deep breath, “One pilot from the group will be ordered to fly. One of you will be a reserve in case anything out of the ordinary happens. Now, the list with your training partners is up on the board behind me, so come take a look and head out to the tarmac.”

You let out a huff of air when you saw that your partner was Hangman.

“Aww c‘mon Devil how can you be upset when we make such a great team,” he teased.

Once everyone was on the tarmac, Mav explained your first training exercise.

“You’ll be in separate aircraft flying in a tight formation. This exercise will help you learn to trust your partners abilities.”

You and Hangman were the last ones to go.

“Hangman, moving into position,” he called out over the radio.

This exercise was incredibly simple, just fly a course in formation, what could go wrong?

“Oh fuck-,” Carly’s remark came through the radio, “Bird Strike! Bird Strike! Right engine is down, right engine is on fire! Deploying fire suppression, right engine is still burning! Dammit, there’s fire in the cockpit, I gotta bail out! Eject! Eject!” she exclaimed.

His eyes were wide, looking for her parachute as he circled back to the crash site. Finally he spotted her. She was lying next to her parachute, a few hundred yards from the remains of the jet.

“I have eyes on Devil, get medics out here asap, this is Hangman, requesting clearance to land.”

The fluorescent lights of the hospital burned into your eyes as you opened them. The surrounding room was bland, and the little beeps of the monitor beside the bed were getting annoying. You moved the blankets off of your body, checking for any injuries sustained during the crash. When you were satisfied that there were no major injuries, just a few cuts and bruises, a small burn, and a perpetual soreness. You pressed your call button, hoping that the doctors could fill you in on your condition. A doctor came into the room and said that you were okay and that your scans looked good. He also asked if you were ready to see some visitors.

“What visitors? How long have I been out?”

The doctor flipped open his chart, “Well according to this you’ve been out for about 8 hours, and there’s a guy that has been waiting to see you for a while.”

“Alright then, send him in.”

“How are you feeling?” Jake asked as he sat down in the chair beside your bed.

“Worse now that you’re here,” you laughed, then winced, “Honestly, I'm feeling alright considering I can’t remember a damn thing that happened after I ejected.”

Jake leaned back in his chair and stretched, “Well, how about I tell you while I drive you home.”

The doctor returned with your discharge papers and a set of clothes. After he disconnected your monitors and IVs you put on the sweats and T-shirt. After finding your boots in a bag with your helmet and ruined flight suit, you were ready to go home.

You walked towards his truck, and he opened your door before heading around to his. Why was he being so nice all of the sudden? Your address was already in the GPS, which was almost as confusing as him being the one to take you home instead of Bradley or Nat, but you were too tired to ask questions.

“You’re gonna have to take me back to the hangar, my keys are in my duffel.” you said.

“Your duffel’s in the back seat,” he said as he pulled out of the hospital parking lot, “Now, about what happened, you were losing altitude and the jet was on fire. You ejected, but part of your parachute was damaged because of the fire, so you had a really rough landing,” he explained.

“Damn,” you sighed.

The rest of the drive was silent, and finally Jake was pulling into the driveway in front of your little white house. You opened the back door of his truck and dug through your duffel for your phone and keys. His duffel was back there too. He grabbed the bag with your flight gear and your duffel.

“Oh I can get that,” you reached for the duffel in his hand.

“Nope, I got it, do you own this place?”

You shut the door of the truck and began walking to the front door, “Yeah, I’ve actually owned it since a little after our first time at Top Gun, the area’s just so nice, so whenever I’m not deployed I’m here.”

The door clicked open, you sure were glad to be home.

“You've got a nice place Devil, doesn’t look like hell at all,” he laughed.

“You’re such an ass.” She said only half jokingly.

The house had warm wood floors, and most of the walls were white besides some accent walls of gray blue. All of the furniture was a mix of wood and cozy fabric, and there were pictures scattered throughout. As he followed you further into the home he saw a bookshelf that was filled with models of different planes, plaques and medals from your time in the military, and right in the center was your Top Gun trophy.

“You can just set those behind the couch,” her voice carried in from the kitchen, “Are you staying with the rest of the team at that hotel?”

“Well I was until they cancelled my reservation, so I’m gonna see if Bradshaw will lend me his floor,” he laughed.

“I’ve got a guest room you can stay in if you want,” you offered as you walked back into the living room.

“That would be great, thanks Spence.”

“No problem, thanks for driving me home.”

This was his chance. His chance to redeem himself and hopefully reconcile a friendship with the woman he had fallen for and then hid his feelings for. He’d been hiding behind an especially bad attitude towards her since they met. It was the only way he could protect himself from the fact that she was too good to be with him. This mission was giving him the best chance in the worst circumstances. And maybe, just maybe he could find the courage to tell her how he really feels. “Okay, there’s towels in the closet at the end of the hall and everything else you need should be in the vanity of the guest bathroom. Just let me know if you need anything else, I’ll be in my room.”

With that you shut the door of your room. The clothes from the hospital dropped to the floor of your bathroom as you hopped in the shower, it probably wouldn’t be good for your wounds but the smell of jet fuel and dirt lingered on your skin. After exiting the shower, you started to re-dress your wounds, examining each one of them carefully. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out, and what felt like 5 seconds later your alarm was blaring.

Jake was ready for the day before her alarm went off, he had woken up before his own alarm and failed to go back to sleep. He had been sitting at the desk in the guest room for about an hour, and found himself reading one of the books he’d found in the desk drawer, occasionally replying to a message from Rooster. The doorbell rang and he heard her go to answer it. Now that there was no risk of waking her up, he left the room and wandered into the kitchen. Her toned frame was clad in shorts and a tank top. All of the damage from yesterday’s crash was on display, and so were her various scars and tattoos. Her hair was shorter than when he’d last seen her a little over a year ago. Now it was just long enough to grace her shoulders. She had changed so much since their first time at Top Gun years ago, but she was still absolutely stunning.

“I’m making eggs, bacon, and toast if you want any,” her voice snapped him out of his trance. She must’ve gone to the door for a grocery delivery.

“Yeah for sure, thank you.”

They sat down at the table to eat, and Jake spoke up, “So, are you still doing those engineering contracts on the side?”

“Yeah I am, been doing a lot of contract work for Lockheed Martin, helping develop new planes and such. I’m lucky that I can do that in my downtime between missions, and I can’t lie, the extra income is really nice.”

“Ever thought about doing that full time?” His question made her freeze.

She struggled to come up with an answer, “You know, I came real close about five months ago, but not now.”

With that she got up from the table and went back into her room. He didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable, but it made him question; what happened five months ago?

When she returned she was dressed in her flight suit.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Yup, I’m drivin’ though,” she said with a smile.

Her slight southern accent was like music to his ears. He followed her into the garage, whistling when he saw her car.

“Do me a favor and don’t kill us on the way to work okay?”

She laughed, “I won’t, this car is my everything, been dreaming of it since I was a kid.”

It was a black Porsche 911 Turbo that she had gotten a few months before shipping out to Afghanistan. Even though it was almost ten years old, it was like a fighter jet for the road. She backed it out of the garage, and they sped off towards the base.

“Holy shit,” Jake breathed as he got out of the car.

“Seresin, you scream like a little girl,” you said with a laugh.

“I’m gonna have Bradley drive me back to your place tonight,” he said between heavy breaths.

“I’m gonna make sure Bradley doesn’t do that, and nobody else will either,” you teased.

He laughed, “Why would they ever do that to me?”

“Because they like me more,” you retorted as you walked into the hangar.

“Good to see you’re in one piece, Devil!” Bradley said as he walked over to greet you.

Phoenix waved her hand at you, beckoning you over to where she was sitting. Rooster gave you a quick hug and then started talking to Jake, so you went over to Nat. You’d been good friends with Bradley and Nat since you’d met them on a mission before you all ended up at Top Gun.

“What the hell is up with you and Hangman?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing? We’re finally getting along that’s all.”

She glared at you, “So you’re just letting him stay at your house and driving him over here out of the kindness of your own heart?”

“Yep.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Listen Nat he’s been pretty nice since the crash yesterday and I’m not gonna be an ass just because we’ve had some disagreements in the past. I don’t want to go on this mission with regrets of how I treated people and I don’t think he does either, that’s all.” She didn’t need to know that you’d liked Jake for a while, nobody did.

“Did you tell her?” Bradley asked Jake. “No, we’re finally getting along better, I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to tell her eventually, but don’t worry, I’ll be your wingman.” He winked, and then started walking towards where Carly and Nat sat.

The two men sat down in front of you and Phoenix.

“Hangman, how’s stuff going with that girl you like?” Rooster asked abruptly.

“God help her.” Phoenix stifled a laugh.

“I haven’t asked her out yet, don’t want to ruin things between us.” Jake looked like he’d rather be anywhere else at the moment.

A part of you was sad about hearing that Jake liked someone, because you knew that he didn’t like you the way you liked him. You shouldn’t have fallen for him the way you did, but he was just so charming and funny and sassy, even if he was a little mean sometimes. He could have any girl he wanted, it wouldn’t be you.

“Why not just ask her out? What’s the worst that could happen?” Phoenix inquired.

Jake just sighed.

“You’ll never know how she really feels unless you ask, and yeah maybe things don’t turn out the way you want, but at least you can say you tried and move on.” You wished you could take your own advice.

Maverick came into the hangar and immediately pulled you aside into an office. He shut the door behind you, and let out a huge sigh.

“Carly, I don’t even know where to begin, I just, are you okay after yesterday?”

“Yeah I am, but that’s not what this is about is it?”

“No it’s not, I started looking over everyone’s files last night, and when I got to yours I just lost it. Hell, you’ve had 3 confirmed kills in the past year, that’s almost as many as my whole career, and then you get shot down and there’s no record of you for three weeks until you show up in the med bay at your base, and then you’re in the hospital for a month. What the hell happened, and why aren’t you retired?”

“Sir, with all due respect, I’ve only ever told one person about what happened in those few weeks and that's not about to change. The reason I haven’t retired is because this job is everything I have. I’ve got no family, just the people out there in that room,” your breathing was heavy, “What’s got you so broken up over me anyway?”

“It’s the fact that I have to send someone on that mission, and based on records alone you’re the best person to get the job done, but you shouldn’t even be here. You should be at home living your life however you want, and it kills me.”

“This is how I want to live my life Mav, you don’t need to worry about me.” With that you exited the office and sat down next to Nat once again.

She gave you a look, as did Jake and Bradley. You’d have to deal with their questions later. Maverick explained todays exercise. We would have to practice dogfighting that was one versus everyone.

“Alright, Hangman you’re dead,” Mav said over the radio, “Devil, you’re up.”

There were 6 different planes you’d need to take out to complete this exercise. You started flying, taking out the first plane in under a minute, then the second, then the third, only three left. Hangman and Maverick were on your tail, and Rooster was god knows where. You pulled up suddenly, pushing the throttle as far as it would go, inverting yourself into almost a loop. Mav split off to the right, and Hangman was in your sights, two clicks of the trigger and he was done. Now where were the last two? You looked around, and spotted them flying side by side above and ahead of you. They started to bank left, so you flew under and up at them, two more clicks and Maverick was done. You passed between the wings of his and Roosters jets. After a couple more maneuvers, you got Rooster in your sights and he was out as well.

“Congratulations, Devil.” Mav said as you hopped out of your jet.

You walked back to the hangar where everyone else was already gathered, chatter could be heard from the group, but they stopped as soon as you joined them. “Somethin’ wrong?” you asked.

“Let’s just say we’re all glad that you’re on our side.” Rooster said.

“Definitely,” Payback laughed. “So, we know you’re an ace, but how many kills do you really have?”

“Six”

“You’re fucking kidding right?” Rooster asked in disbelief.

“I’m dead serious.”

“And to think you had two when we graduated from Top Gun, that’s insane,” Rooster shook his head.

“That’s why we call her Devil, she escorts people to hell,” Hangman chimed in.

“Yeah, on one of her first training flights she and her wingman encountered a couple of enemy jets. One thing led to another and she had her first air to air kill under her belt. That’s also when we decided on her call sign,” Rooster elaborated.

You just sighed and shook your head. The group decided to go to the Hard Deck to get a few beers, and play some pool. There were only two weeks before the mission, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Chapter 2

You were sat at a table with Hangman, Rooster, Phoenix, and Payback, still nursing your first beer.

“So what happened with Mav this morning?” Phoenix inquired.

“Yeah you looked pretty rattled,” Bradley said.

“He’s on my case about not being retired, says I shouldn’t even be here.”

Jake knitted his brows together, “Well is there a reason for him to think you should be retired?”

“I think it’s got something to do with my last deployment.”

“Afghanistan huh?” you nodded and after taking another sip of his beer Rooster continued, “A few weeks ago I was talking to a marine sharpshooter that had just finished his deployment there, and he told me about how he’d seen a pilot that had been shot down, and how he watched him make his way across enemy territory for about a day, said he probably never made it out of the city.”

It felt like you were back there, the worst time of your life was running through your head again and it wouldn’t stop. Every terrible moment, every little detail, all of it was still there as if it had happened yesterday. Your eyes scanned around the bar and you rubbed your index finger over your thumb; it was a nervous habit you had developed. Some pilot that you didn’t know was listening in on the conversation and decided to speak up.

“Maybe if he was a better pilot he wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place, I mean damn, it’s really not that hard to keep from getting shot down.”

If looks could kill yours would’ve. “You’re dead wrong.”

“How so sweetheart?”

You stood up from your chair, grabbing the back of it so that you didn’t do something that you’d regret.

You didn’t notice it, but Jake was immediately on edge. He was going to back you up if you needed it.

“Great pilots get shot down because they’re sent on the most dangerous missions, and despite what you might think, it is hard to not get shot down, especially when you’re dogfighting while dodging SAMs and anti-aircraft rounds in enemy airspace.”

“She’s right you know,” Jake’s eyes briefly met yours before he continued,“ you’ll change your opinion after being in a situation like that.”

His tone was condescending enough to send the guy to the other side of the bar.

“Carly you got any stories from over there?” Nat looked to where you still stood behind your chair.

“None that I’m itchin’ to tell,” you grabbed your keys from the table, “I’m gonna call it a night, we’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

Jake followed you out to the car, “Want to let me drive it?” He smirked.

“Over my dead body, Seresin.” You sighed as you got into the car.

“Thanks for having my back in there by the way, I appreciate it.” She sent a brief smile his way.

“No problem, I know you usually handle that stuff, but it just seemed like he really got under your skin.”

“Yeah,” she muttered.

Jake replayed the events of the night. That story Rooster had told had made you uncomfortable, he could tell by your eyes, you looked trapped, like you were looking for a way out. Then there was that pilot that you’d told off. He remembered what you said about your contract work that morning. Five months ago. Was she the pilot in that story Rooster was telling?

When you entered the house you headed to the kitchen, grabbed a water, and sat down on the couch. You just needed some time to gather yourself before bed, but Jake had other plans.

“That pilot in that story Bradshaw was telling, it was you wasn’t it?” His eyes flickered over the features of your face as he sat down beside you on the couch, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” you managed to say after a long deep breath. He just looked at you, brows slightly furrowed like he was waiting for you to elaborate. You rubbed your index finger over the top of your thumb, still unable to meet his gaze. Then you finally looked up at him, not knowing what to expect.

“I’m sorry.”

That might have been the last thing you thought he would say. You retreated to your room. The shower was hot, and your mind was trashed from the events of the day. You just hoped that Jake wouldn’t say anything to the rest of the team. Him knowing was already more than enough to deal with, and the thought of everyone knowing what happened over there, what you did, made you sick to your stomach. They would hate you if they knew, and they were all you had. You couldn’t afford lose them. You wrapped yourself in the blankets of your bed, desperately trying to fall asleep.

Jake looked up at the ceiling of the guest room. So many questions were running through his head. How’d she get shot down? How’d she manage to make it out of enemy territory alive? Why wouldn’t she tell anyone about any of it? Was she scared that it would happen again? He couldn’t process how you could risk going through that again on this upcoming mission. Then there was the fact that there’s a lot more to the story of what happened to you than anyone knows. She just bottles it up and deals with it on her own? That’s not healthy. He was getting a headache from just the little bit that he knew. Living through the whole thing would be hell. He just wished he could help you somehow; seeing you in distress was not something he enjoyed. With a yawn he turned off the bedside lamp and adjusted the covers, he needed to get some rest.

Your legs were bound to a wooden chair by ropes and your arms were tied behind your back. Your blood stained flight suit was around your waist, a tattered black shirt clung to your upper body, and your boots were no longer on your feet.

Your eyes flew open, taking in the surroundings of your bedroom. Your breaths were quick and heavy, and a few stray tears clung to your cheeks. The clock on the bedside table read 3:56. There was really no point in trying to go back to sleep when you’d need to be up in an hour anyway, so you decided to make an early run to the gym. You got dressed, filled a water bottle and returned to your bedroom to gather the rest of your things. This was the best way to de-stress after a nightmare. Fortunately this is the first time you’d had one in almost a month.

Jake woke up to the sound of footsteps in the kitchen. He could hear her filling a water bottle and grabbing her keys, but why so early? He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, neglecting to pull on a shirt and ventured out into the hallway that led to the living room. She came out of her bedroom as he reached the living room. She seemed surprised that he was awake. Her brows raised slightly and she glanced at his muscular frame, doing her best to be discreet.

“Why’re you up so early?” His voice was tired, and while he had noticed her look towards his bare torso, he didn’t mind.

“Couldn’t sleep, so I’m going to the gym. Sorry for waking you up.”

“It’s okay I’m a light sleeper, product of our line of work I think,” he softly laughed.

“You got that right,” she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes like he was used to seeing, “I’ll see ya later.” She disappeared through the garage door and Jake sighed.

He wanted to ask her so many questions. He wanted to understand why she would put herself in a situation that was very likely to end with her being shot down over enemy territory again. He also wanted her to know that he cared about her. She was lovely. Strong, motivated, brave, funny, smart, beautiful, and caring. She was wonderful. He just wished he could tell her that without screwing up their newfound friendship. He was afraid that she didn’t feel the same way about him. And even if she did feel the same way, there was a likely chance that he would lose her. Thoughts about her continued to flood his head while he made some coffee and eggs.

At the gym Carly was de-stressing with some running and then some yoga. She thought about Jake. What would he say if he knew about the nightmare. What does he think about the Afghanistan situation? He might not know the whole story, but he didn’t need to. He could still judge her and make assumptions. What if he told their team? What if he told Maverick? God that would be bad. She might have been over the nightmare but the fact that Jake knew about what happened in Afghanistan was eating away at her.

She drove home, listening to some classic rock on the radio. Once she stepped into the house, the smell of coffee was evident. Walking into the kitchen she found half a pot that was still warm. She poured a cup and went into the living room, where she looked at the morning news on her phone. Jake had heard her come in while he was finishing getting ready for the day. He wanted to talk with her about last night. He came out into the living room and sat down beside her on the couch. Their eyes met but no words were exchanged.

A somewhat comfortable silence was broken when Jake began to speak. “So, why haven’t you told anyone about what happened over there?”

“Y'all don’t need to know about it.” Her eyes were mean, they didn’t look at him, they looked through him.

“Listen I know you’re upset and you have every right to be, but I’m worried about you, keeping all of the awful things to yourself only does more harm.”

What had gotten into him? You knew he was right about bottling up those emotions and experiences, but still couldn’t bear the thought of the judgement you might receive from him.

“Why do you care?” she snapped.

“Because you’re my friend.” The expression on his face was a mix of hurt and confusion.

It looked like he genuinely cared about your wellbeing. As much as you liked him you still didn’t trust him fully, you couldn’t risk it. Your head was down, and silent tears rolled off your cheeks and on to the front of your shirt. Jake reached over and gently squeezed your hand,

“If you ever change your mind and want to talk about anything, I’m here to listen.” He let go of your hand and got up from the couch.

After you heard the door to his room shut, you went to your own room to get ready for the day. Training continued as normal. The mission was in two weeks. Even though everyone was continuing about everything as normal, they were dreading it. Everyone decided to go get dinner together after training. You sat between Jake and Bradley, and Nat sat across from you. The food was great. Almost every conversation blurred together at the table, but there were parts of a few that you could make out. Payback was talking to Hangman about a sports team, Phoenix and Rooster were discussing different types of music and what they liked.

This dinner was great, it was so normal, relaxing even. The waitress came over and asked how the check would be split, but you said you’d cover it. All of the pilots thanked you, and everyone went their separate ways. The drive back to your house was peaceful, just what you needed after a long day.

Jake hadn’t started his drive back to her place yet. Instead he sat in his truck with Bradley in the passenger seat. “How are things going between the two of you?”

“Not bad, not great. I still have no idea how to tell her that I like her.”

“Well you better tell her before she goes on that mission.”

“We don’t even know who’s going on that mission yet, and if I can help it, it’s not going to be her.” His tone was defensive.

“We all know who’s going, on that mission. She’s the best choice I know it, Mav knows it, and you know it.”

Jake knew that he was right, but he didn’t want to believe it. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way about me? What am I gonna do if she feels the same way about me, and then she’s just gone forever?”

“You don’t want to tell her because you’re scared of losing her?”

Jake didn’t say anything, he just rested his hands on the top of the steering wheel.

“Think about it, I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that Bradley got out of the truck.

Chapter 3

You could hear Jake slide the key you’d lended him into the lock. He walked into the living room where you were sitting.

“Hey, about this morning, sorry for snappin’ at you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you.” he said before heading to his room.

You and Jake continued to get to know each other better over the next week. Training took up most of the day, but before and after the two of you talked about music, tv shows, and life experiences. Things were good, you hadn’t had any more nightmares, and the two of you had a lot in common. Jake enjoyed much of the same classic rock that you did, you both loved flying, and you both loved a good competition. He told you about why he’d joined the Navy, and then you told him why you’d joined. You recounted the missions you’d been on together, and what you’d been thinking while flying them. There was only a week until the mission, and only four days of training remained. The whole thing still didn’t feel real. Three weeks ago you were still in Afghanistan and still thought that Jake Seresin hated you. Now you knew he didn’t, but it was all going to end.

Today would be more practice for the bombing part of your mission. It is imperative that the bomb is dropped on the main gas supply for the plant, then the lines that ran throughout would do the rest of the work. That combined with the munitions being produced there should make sure that the plant was inoperable for the foreseeable future. The bombing practice runs were solo, and the other pilots watched from afar on the ground. Eventually everyone was able to make the drop, and it boosted everyone’s confidence in the success of the main goal of the mission.

Maverick approached you in the instruction room after training. “Devil, Admiral Kazansky has asked to see you in his office, don’t keep him waiting.”

“Yes sir.” Everyone looked at you as you left, and Rooster wished you luck.

You made your way into the Admiral’s office, and you greeted each other before he asked you to have a seat.

“Devil, it’s been a while since I saw you last, how are you doing?”

“Better since the last time we spoke.”

“Good, I wanted to talk to you and see how you were doing before the mission. Do you think you’re ready for it?”

“I have no doubt in my ability to complete the main objective of this mission.”

“I’m not questioning your ability to fly the mission, I want to know how you’re feeling about going back to Afghanistan and possibly ending up in the same situation you were in before.”

He was the only one who knew the full extent of what happened while you were over there. You were silent for a few moments, and your index finger rubbed against the back of your thumb.

“Well, honestly I hate the idea of being held captive again, but I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem this time. I’m a good pilot, I can get the mission done, and I don’t have to watch another one of my friends die. This is my job, my life, and I’m prepared to lose my life for this job, I always have been.”

The admiral just nodded. “Somehow I knew you’d say something like that. Maverick came to see me after the conversation he had with you last week.”

“Of course he did.”

“I didn’t tell him anything, only that you should be good to go on the mission, just do me a favor and try your best to make it back alive.”

“I’ll give it my best shot, sir.”

“Alright then, you’re dismissed.”

The next three days were full of more practice for the mission. Now that all of the training and practice was complete, there would be an official assignment for who would fly the mission.

“Are you ready for this?” Jake asked as he got out of your car.

“Yeah, are you?”

“Sure am.” He said with a sigh.

They walked into the hangar where everyone else was beginning to gather. Everyone was silent. The reality of the mission had been sinking in over the past two weeks, but now everyone had to face it head on. Maverick entered after a few minutes and began by giving a rundown of the mission again.

“All of you have shown great skill when training for this mission but as you know only one of you will be able to go.“

He paused, not eager to send someone on a suicide mission. Your eyes met Jake’s for a split second before Maverick continued to speak.

“Devil, you will be the pilot for this mission. Hangman I want you to fly out to Afghanistan as a reserve. Report back here on Monday at 6 AM. Take tomorrow to yourselves. The rest of you will have a new assignment by the end of the week. You’re all dismissed.”

Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, and Payback gathered around you. Nobody knew what to say.

“Drinks at my place tonight y’all.” You smiled.

If you didn’t try to lighten the mood you’d break. You couldn’t break. The only thing you wanted to do was spend time with the people you cared about.

On the way back to your place you picked up a couple of packs of beer. Everyone arrived around 7 and hung out on the back patio near the pool. You, Rooster, and Phoenix eventually ended up in the pool. In spite of the circumstances, you were having a great time. You noticed Jake’s eyes look over your now bikini clad frame, it was safe to say that you were flattered.

“Hop in, the water’s great.” You said with a smile.

Jake just smiled back while shaking his head no.

Her friends were trying to stay positive for her sake, but the thought of losing her was getting to them. It was a stomach churning type of guilt and fear, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Eventually the air became chilly and the gathering moved inside. She was sitting beside Jake on the couch, still wrapped in a towel while drinking her beer. Jake hadn’t said much. He had been stealing admiring glances all night, just enjoying her presence while he still could. She took notice of his atypical behavior, but knew that it was because of the upcoming mission.

The rest of the night was spent sharing stories about your life, and favorite memories with your friends. As the night ended everything was bittersweet. This was the last time you’d all be together.

Payback wished you luck before he left.

Nat pulled you into a hug for what felt like an eternity. “Good luck Spence, I’m gonna miss you. You’re my best friend, always will be.”

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Your words were paired with a sad smile.

Bradley gave you a hug as well, “Carly, thank you for being such a good friend to me. If there’s anyone that can make it back from this, it’s you.” He gave you one last hug before heading out the door.

You showered and put on some comfy clothes before you returned to the living room where Jake still sat.

“That was a nice get together.” After he spoke the two of you sat on the couch for a while, surrounded by heavy silence.

“Jake, you’ve done a really good job of keeping my secret so far, and I need you to keep the rest of it for me, at least until I’m gone.”

You just needed it off of your chest, you couldn’t die feeling like you’d forever mislead the people you cared about most. They deserved to know the truth no matter how bad it was.

“I can do that.” Jakes brows tilted together in concentration and his eyes met yours.

You’d been contemplating telling him this over the past week, it seemed like he genuinely cared about you and wanted to help. Admittedly it was still terrifying, but if there were negative consequences, you wouldn’t have to deal with them for long.

“It started out as a standard bombing mission. Three other pilots and I were targeting a small military storage facility near Bagram, and we started taking fire from enemy jets and SAMs. We had no indication that SAMs were positioned there and they took out two of our jets almost immediately. There were two SAM sites and five enemy planes, god only knows how many anti aircraft guns were firing at us. My wingman and I-,” you were already struggling to catch your breath.

“We had taken damage from the anti aircraft rounds, and were still in a dogfight with these other planes, my wingman split off to take care of the SAM sites and succeeded, but he got shot down before he could target any of the jets. I took out two jets, but with the damage to the plane it was getting harder to hold them off. I did everything I could, but it still wasn’t enough. I took another hit, and both of my engines failed, there was no way I was gonna recover, so I ejected. That was probably the worst decision I’ve ever made. Really, I should’ve stayed with that plane til’ it hit the fuckin’ ground.”

Tears were silently rolling down your face now and you didn’t have the energy to care whether Jake was judging you or not. Nothing really mattered anymore.

Her last statement broke his heart. He knew that what she went through was bad, but if in hindsight death was preferable, it had to be truly horrible. She was crying and rightfully so. He had worried earlier when she was gasping for breath, but she seemed to be breathing a little easier now. She’d lost three of her wingmen already and it seemed like the horror was just beginning. There wasn’t anything he could say, he just needed to continue to listen.

“As soon as my feet hit the ground I was being shot at. I think I landed on the outskirts of a small military training camp. Between shots I ran to cover behind some crates, but it didn’t take them long to surround me. I thought they were gonna kill me, but they just threw me in a truck and we drove for a little bit. When they took me out of the truck I could tell that we were at a bigger military complex. They put me in a cell, tied me to a chair, and started questioning me. Wanted to know what my mission was, why I was flying there. They started by hitting me, first with their hands, then with various tools they had lying around. I still wasn’t giving them anything, so they tried electrical shock, and lemme tell you that shit hurts. Then they tried drowning. They kept at it for five days. That last day they were hitting me with a baseball bat, and ended up knocking my chair over. I slipped my legs out of their restraints when they left for a break. With my legs out I went over to their table of tools and got my hands free. I used that knife to take out the guard at the end of the hall, I killed him.”

Her voice had become almost a whisper, and then she was silent. She couldn’t even look at him.

“You did what you had to do to survive. Anyone would have done the same if they were in your situation.” He said while reaching over to grasp her hand.

A safe, grounding, comforting gesture. It put her more at ease.

She continued after an extended pause,“That morning that I was up early and said I couldn’t sleep, I had a nightmare about that last day.”

“Do you have those a lot?”

“Not anymore.” There was another long pause before she spoke again.

“I took a handgun off of the guard, and ended up finding the two guys that had been beating on me all week. I shot both of them. When I got outside I could see the fence surrounding the base, and in the distance I could see the buildings of the city. I made a run for the fence and climbed over, the barbed wire at the top tore me up pretty bad, but I kept running. God I hurt so bad. Every fucking part of me hurt.” She squeezed her eyes shut, and took her hand from Jake’s, wiping away more tears from her face and neck, before digging her fingernails into her palm.

She was shivering, like she was terrified that the words she said would come true again right now.

He carefully moved closer to where she was sitting on the couch and put his hand on her upper back. To her the feeling of warmth and pressure on her back kept her from spiraling into a place she hadn’t been in a long time.

“There was an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city that I ducked into. I needed to patch myself up real bad. Thank god they hadn’t found the sewing kit I keep on me for emergencies. I slept there that night, and started moving again in the morning. Every once in a while there would be groups of Afghani soldiers that I had to avoid. About four days later three of them came into the building I was hiding in. There was a firefight. I took out one of them before my rifle ran out of ammo and was trying to get away when I got hit by a couple of bullets.”

Her fingers gently touched a scar on her leg, and then found their way to her shoulder.

“One went through my shoulder and the other went right through my thigh. I dragged myself into the buildings stairwell and shot them from there. They were wearing combat gear so I took some of that, their food, another gun, ammo, and their medical supplies. I wouldn’t have survived if I hadn’t gotten that stuff. And with my leg being injured it took me a lot longer to get where I needed to go. I traveled less in that last week than I had in the first four days. Finally I made it to a US Army outpost and they took me back to my base. That was six months ago. I had to stay in the hospital for a month, took another two to get back to flying the way I was. Now I’m here.”

She had stopped crying at this point, but looked over at Jake to find silent tears rolling off of his jaw. He still had his hand on her back

Everything was piecing itself together. She didn’t want to be seen as a bad person for what she did over there, even if what she did was just so she could survive. She wanted to be the pilot to go on this mission so that none of then people she cared about had to. She had the experience. She was right for the job, but he hated it. He hated that she had to go back and risk going through the same thing again. He wished that he could trade places with her for just a moment, so that she would have a break from all that was weighing on her.

Against what his mind was telling him, he slowly pulled her into a hug. He didn’t care what she thought of him right now, it was what he needed to do.

“I’m glad that you ejected and fought your way back, because if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten to know how great of a person you really are. You’re a brilliant pilot, and a wonderful person, and I’m sorry for how I acted towards you in the past. You didn’t deserve it, and you didn’t deserve any of what happened to you over there either. If anyone else knew about it, they wouldn’t blame you for it. Hell I don’t. It was what you had to do to stay alive.”

He was glad that she was alive, and he was very glad to have gotten to apologize for how he acted in the past.

“I thought you’d hate me.” she confessed.

She was crying again. Her face was buried in his shoulder, and her tears soaked into the fabric of his shirt. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of her chest. He didn’t hate her for what she did, and was glad that she was still here. His hand rubbed her upper back, and she began to speak again.

“I’m so sorry,” she gently pulled out of his touch.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

She was still somewhat embarrassed of how emotional she had gotten, but he was nothing but kind and genuine. That’s the Jake she liked, maybe even loved. Most people only saw the cocky and arrogant side of him, but under that demeanor was a caring person, and she was very thankful for that.

“Are you scared that it’s gonna happen again?” His hand moved to hold hers once again.

“Yeah I am.”

Chapter 4

The next morning Carly went to meet with her lawyer and make sure her will was in place and her funeral arrangements were ready. She also went for a long drive. She went up into the mountains and then headed back down and along the coast. By the time she got back home it was dark. Jake was in the living room and greeted her when she came in. Her bag was mainly packed, but she threw a few extra things into the pockets of her flight suit. Just in case.

Jake drove them to the base the next morning, and by 6 AM they were with Maverick on a plane to Afghanistan. They landed at the base several hours later. The soldiers showed them to a room with a couple of beds, and then took Maverick to meet with their commander. She was due to start her mission in a few hours, so she headed out to the tarmac to find her jet. Jake wasn’t far behind her, he was a reserve after all. They spotted Maverick talking to the commander beside a couple of F-18 Super Hornets. The two pilots completed their pre-flight inspections, and were briefed on the mission one last time. There was only an hour until she’d take off now.

Maverick wished you good luck, and gave you a hug before heading to the command room. You approached Jake briskly and took his hand, pressing something into his palm. He looked at what you’d given him, it was the key to your Porsche.

“No Carly, I can’t.”

“Over my dead body.” Those were her words when he’d asked to drive it.

“I want you to have it, drive it for me okay?”

He just nodded.

“Thank you again for listening to me the other night. You’re a great guy Jake. That girl of yours is gonna be lucky to have you.”

“It’s you.” His voice was barely audible, but you’d heard him.

“What?” You needed to make sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you.

“It’s you. You’re that girl, Carly. I’ve liked you since we met, but honestly I was afraid to tell you, and I didn’t want to ruin things when we started getting along.”

You couldn’t move for a moment. He liked you too. This whole damn time he liked you too.

“Jake I’ve liked you for a long time too, I wish we would’ve told each other sooner.”

You took a step toward him, and he took one toward you. In an instant your hand was on the back of his neck, and his hands were wrapped around your waist.

Their lips came together carefully, but lovingly. Tears were streaming down both of their faces, mixing together as they moved with one another. They pulled apart so that they could breathe, but stayed in each other’s arms.

“Devil, time to go!” one of the soldiers informed you.

“Im sorry we never got to be together.” She looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

“Devil! You gotta go! Now!” The soldier yelled again. Before Jake could say anything else, she let go of his hands, and in an instant she was gone. He watched as her plane took off, and a pit formed in his stomach.

Maverick had seen their interaction from the windows of the command room. All he could do was hope that by some miracle she made it back. Jake climbed into the spare jet, and even though he was trying to hide it, he still looked very upset. Her radio transmissions could be heard throughout the command room and in Jake’s ear. There was no way to see her position, satellites weren’t in place and she would be out of radar range.

“Target is in sight, I’ve got two bandits, 10 miles south of my position. Ground defense has engaged. Target acquired, bombs away. Direct hit!”

Her comms were quiet for a moment, “Smoke in the air! Deploying flares, I’m comin’ around. Splash one! Dammit, I’ve got five more bandits, coming from the west and east-” Her radio suddenly went dead.

One of the officers came over the radio, “Her radio isn’t coming back online. We lost her.”

Jake couldn’t breathe. She was gone. She was really gone.

“Fuck,” he slammed his fist against his thigh.

“Hangman, it’s over, she completed the mission, we’re done here.” Mavericks voice strained over the radio.

There was nothing he could do. A few more minutes passed. Still nothing.

He climbed out of the jet. Once his feet hit the ground he didn’t know what to do. To say he was distraught was an understatement. If he had just told her sooner. If he had been a better pilot she wouldn’t have gone at all. If he had told her how he felt earlier, maybe things would have been different.

Jake went back to the room with your things it. He laid down on his bed and just looked at the ceiling. A clock on the wall was ticking, almost like it was teasing him. Twenty minutes ago they had shared a kiss, and now they never would again. What could’ve been was running through his head. They could’ve gotten married, had a family, shared holidays and anniversaries together. He could’ve told her he loved her.

Another ten minutes passed and Maverick entered the room. “I’m sorry it had to be her.”

Jake didn’t say a word to him. It wasn’t Mavericks fault, but he had no one else to blame. Jake shut his eyes, laid his forearm across them, and tried to find any sort of peace. He didn’t know how long he laid there before the door to the room opened again.

Jake didn’t even open his still teary eyes before his voice strained, “Maverick I swear to god-”

“Jake? Are you okay?”

He immediately sat up, almost not believing what he heard. There she was, in the doorway, looking straight at him. They met in an embrace in the middle of the room. Clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it.

“I thought you- I thought you were gone.” he let out a shaky breath.

“I’m right here, everything’s okay, we’re okay.” She smiled up at him, the most genuine smile he’d ever seen.

The two of them sat down on the bed, and she rested her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, just delighted in the presence of one another.

The door to the room opened again, and this time it was actually Maverick.

“Hey you two, there’s a flight back to the states leaving in an hour. Let’s go home. Oh and Carly, it’s good to have you back.” He smiled sincerely at them before making his way back down the hall.

Carly slept on Jake’s shoulder almost the whole flight back, making the trip feel significantly shorter. They arrived back in San Diego at around midnight. She suggested going to the Hard Deck for a celebratory drink, even though it would be dead on a Wednesday night. They noticed Rooster’s Bronco when they pulled into the parking lot. He’d be glad to see both of them. When they got inside they noticed Rooster sitting at the bar, along with Phoenix.

They had their backs to the door and hadn’t noticed that you or Jake had come in. You walked up behind them, Penny noticed, but didn’t say anything.

“Hope y’all poured one out for me,” you said as you laid a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Holy shit!” Rooster slid off of the bar stool to hug you.

“Oh my god!” Phoenix exclaimed. She also got up and hugged you. You stepped back towards Jake, and his arm quickly found its way back around your waist.

“No fucking way.” Nat just stared at where Jake’s hand was resting on your waist.

Rooster started laughing, “Yes way, glad you finally told her, man.” He smiled at Jake, and then at Phoenix, “That could be us y’know.”

“Keep dreaming Bradshaw.”

The four of you decided to play some pool, and eventually Maverick came in to see Penny.

“So how the hell did you guys end up like, well, like that…” Phoenix trailed off as she gestured to the two pilots, who were standing closely together beside the pool table.

“Turns out we had both liked each other for a while, but I told her how I felt right before she went on the mission.” Jake said as he moved his hand to rest on her lower back.

“The timing was really bad, but I’ve never had someone happier to see me walk into a room than he was.” She smiled while looking up at him.

The game of pool was long over and Maverick came to stand beside the table with the rest of you. “So Devil, what happened after we lost you on the radio?”

“Well the ground defense got a good hit on me after I took down the first jet, that’s when the comms went out. Pretty quickly, I took care of another. Five more were coming in fast from the east and west. The group from the east got to me first, two I shot down, one had to punch out. The two from the west arrived and I led them into the mountains. My jet took a good amount of damage, and I was almost out of ammo. I got some good hits on one and he bugged out pretty quick. The last one I couldn’t get off my tail, so I pulled up and turned hard right through a break in the mountains and then descended on the other side of this ridge. By the time he followed I was ready to take the shot. I’m just so glad I was able to make it back.”

“I think everyone else is glad you were able to make it back too.” Maverick smiled as he looked at the other pilots around you.

Jake carried their bags into the house. They were both exhausted from everything that had happened in the past two days, but they were ecstatic to be together. Jake sat her bag down behind the couch, just like he had a few weeks ago, and then started to carry his own to the guest room.

“You don’t have to sleep in there if you don’t want to,” she smirked.

He followed her into her room and they both settled under the covers. Jake had his arm around her shoulders and ran his fingers through her hair as she rested her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating and feel every breath he took.

“I love this. I love this so damn much.” She grabbed his hand, pulling it close to her chest.

“I love you.” The words escaped his lips before he could stop them.

It was probably too soon, but it was how he felt, and there was nothing he could do about it now.

“I love you too.” She didn’t miss a beat.

Their lips came together once again, moving in perfect harmony.

He still couldn’t believe that they were together, but he was loving every second of it. Just having her close to him was incredible. They eventually fell asleep in each others arms, and woke up the same way.

“I could stay here like this for the rest of our lives,” her voice was tired.

“As much as I’d love to do that, Maverick wants us to be at the base by 9, we’re supposed to get our new assignments today.” He said as they sat up against the headboard.

With an exaggerated groan she rolled out of bed; Jake wasn’t far behind her. They stood in front of the sinks in the bathroom, and he watched as she carefully applied her mascara. She watched as he ran a comb through his hair, making it more neat than it had been when they woke up. They just admired each other’s motions, how each one was intentional.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Jake asked as he did up the last button on his uniform.

“Fruit maybe? I’m not really that hungry right now.” She seemed distracted, almost nervous.

“Everything okay?” He looked at her, brows furrowed in concern.

“All good.” Her eyes stayed put on the concealer in her hand.

Jake went into the kitchen and started laying out things for breakfast. He made a few slices of toast, and cut them into triangles like his mom used to. He put some honey and butter on top and got the blackberries, raspberries and strawberries out of the fridge. By the time he had everything on the plates Carly had come into the kitchen.

“Thanks for making breakfast, it’s really good.”

To his surprise she had cleared her plate.

“You’re welcome, but I didn’t really cook anything.” He laughed and took their plates and laid them in the sink.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He said as he leaned up against the island across from her.

“I’m worried about our new assignments, but it’s stupid cause I’ve never been worried about it before.”

Before she had even finished her sentence Jake was at her side, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“Why are you worried?”

“It might keep us apart, hell, we might not see each other again, I just-” Her rambling was cut short by a gentle kiss.

Her arms reached up around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

“We’re gonna be just fine, everything is gonna work out one way or another. I promise.” his voice was ever reassuring.

When they arrived at the base Maverick was there along with Admiral Kazansky. They sat down with the other pilots who had been a part of training for the mission.

Admiral Kazansky spoke first, congratulating you on the success of the mission and then handed it over to Mav to give the new assignments. He went down the aisle, handing each pilot a file with their name on it. Everyone got one except you. Jake opened his file and his eyes darted across the page.

“Where’s yours?” He whispered

“I don’t know.” You whispered back.

The other pilots had begun to look at their own files before Admiral Kazansky commanded their attention again.

“Due to the nature of this previous mission and the exemplary skill needed to complete it, the United States Navy has decided to promote Lieutenant Carly Spencer to the rank of Lieutenant Commander.”

When he finished speaking he walked over to you with your file.

After the briefing was over the two of you stood outside the meeting room, as did the other pilots. Mav and Ice were also talking and catching up. Everyone was discussing where they were going. Technically a new assignment wasn’t classified information.

“Congratulations on the promotion.” He smiled at you, and then continued, “Where are they sending you?”

“I don’t want to look. Where are you going?”

Jake held out his hand, silently asking for your file.

You handed it over to him with a huff.

The corners of his mouth tilted up, “Pensacola, Florida. You wanna know where you’re going?”

“Just get it over with.” She huffed.

He opened your file, eyes scanning it for the location, and when he saw it there was a clear look of shock on his face.

“Hon you’re gonna lose your mind.” There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You quickly stepped over beside him, and found the location listed in the file.

Pensacola, Florida

“Oh my god, this is amazing” You playfully hit his arm with the back of your hand. Your smile was beaming. It felt like a hundred pound weight had been lifted off your chest.

“See, I told you everything would work out.” His arm moved around your shoulders, pulling you in close.

“I’m so glad it did.”

Thanks so much for reading! I’d like to write more for Jake and Carly so if you have any suggestions please send me a message or let me know in the comments! 💕

[number1jeonginstan]

You said you wanted thoughts sooo here we go

okay so imagine, reader is dating seungmin and in bed theyre always talking about how they need someone else to fully fulfill their desires, to be utterly used. One day in the dorms seungmin and reader are going AT IT when they think no one is home but jeongin is in the next room. in their neediness they forgot to fully close the door and jeongin can hear everything and he can hear the way you beg seungmin for someone else and hes responding like

"Bet you wish little jeonginnie was here to help you dont ya? want his cock so bad but here you are cumming on mine"

and jeongin's brain just... stops

anyway yeah thats a thought that you can expand on if you like :)

also could I be moose anon? if you dont have one already

Omfg, I love this so much what the fuck... (And ofc 🫎, I love getting new anons <3)

Just imagine:

Jeongin came home from the gym, his body still a bit sweaty. He was about to walk into Seungmin's room, asking if he wanted anything to eat because he was about to order himself dinner, only to hear you moaning.

"Please Minnie, I need more, please" you whined as he was fucking you from behind. Your voice was slightly muffled since your face was pressed into the pillows at the head of the bed.

"Fucking slut" he groaned, his pace not faltering "You need another cock in you? One's not enough?" he screamed, slapping your ass.

"No, need more, please I need him" you whimpered.

Jeongin knew he should have walked away, he shouldn't be peeping from the crack in the door, but he couldn't help it. You looked so fucking good as drool was pressed against your face.

"Yeah, you need Jeongin to fuck you too? Is that why you always ask him for help to carry things? Want to see him toss you around next"

"Yes!" you moaned as Seungmin hit that deep spot inside of your cunt.

Jeongin said "fuck all" to every ounce of common sense in his body and barged into Seungmin's room, taking off his shirt before you or Minnie could register what was going on.

"I guess all your wishes are coming true" Seungmin whispered into your ear, causing you to look at him with a confused look splayed on your face, only to see Jeongin next to him, pulling down his shorts and boxers, his leaking cock hitting his stomach.

He was huge, a bit shorter than Min, but a hell of a lot thicker. Your eyes bulged out at the sight of it, causing him to chuckle.

"Thanks for stretching her out hyung, now let me show her what a real cock feels like." He groaned, slamming the entirety of his cock inside of you before you could even say anything.

"Look at her being a cock drunk whore" Seungmin tsks as Jeongin trusted harshly inside of you, his cock making you see stars.

"Fuck, she's so tight even though you just fucked her. This is such a good pussy, can't believe you were hiding it from me" Jeongin groaned, slapping his hips against your ass harder.

You couldn't even reply, too immersed in the feeling of Jeongin hitting all the spots inside of you that drove you wild.

"Too much" you whined as he brought his hand down to your clit.

"You are going to take it baby" Jeongin replied, not faltering his pace "My fucked out baby just said that Minnie's cock isn't enough and is now complaining that my big fat cock inside of you is too much. Guess you don't deserve to cum"

"No please, I'm so sorry Innie, feels so good, please let me cum" you whined, thrusting back into him to try and get any sort of friction.

"Ask your sir" he chuckled, grabbing your hair so your face was looking directly at Seungmin, your eyes meeting his.

"Please sir, may I cum, please need to cum" you whined, waiting for Seungmin's response.

What felt like an eternity was only a few seconds for Minnie to nod his head yes, allowing you to cum around Jeongin's cock.

"Fuck!" he groaned, feeling himself get closer.

Right before he could cum, he pulled his cock out of you, cumming all over your back, causing both you and Minnie to moan audibly.

"We should leave the door open more" Seungmin giggled, kissing your lips before Jeongin picked you up, taking you to your shared bathroom.

[rileyslibrary]

Ghost finds out that you never learned how to ride a bike.

A/N: Thank you for suggesting this, anon. I hope your mother-in-law bought you a bomb-ass bike with a basket at the front and everything.

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“No way.”

“Yes.”

“Not even once?”

“What do you mean ‘not even once’?”

The conversation started when the lieutenant entered your shared office with two fingers bandaged together. Before you could ask what happened, his eyes caught yours, and he instinctively raised his hand, displaying the injury.

He explained that it happened while he and a group of soldiers were repairing one of the barracks. His pinky got caught in a plumping pipe, and because of the noise, they couldn’t hear him yelling at them to stop pushing. So the medic immobilised the fractured pinky by securing it to the ring finger to restrict its range of motion and let it heal.

He reassured you that the damage was minor and nothing to be concerned about, but he appeared defeated by having to bear this for the time being. You wished him a speedy recovery and then addressed the elephant in the room—how would he be able to carry the drill exercise scheduled for tomorrow?

He shrugged and admitted that the exercise had to be cancelled for now. Still, that wouldn’t pose a problem since military procedures are deeply ingrained and not easily forgotten.

“It’s like riding a bike.” He said.

And that’s what struck your current discussion—when you sneered at his analogy and admitted that you wouldn’t know since you never learned how to ride one.

He now stands there, speechless, and looks at you like you’re an alien that just landed on his back porch.

“Did you try and give up, or no one taught you how?”

“Do I look like I give up easily, Lt.?” You ask and shrug with your right shoulder. “No one taught me how to ride one.”

His eyes soften, and he looks out the window.

“Jesus Christ, kid.” He mutters, “Guess we found something else to do for tomorrow.”

“No way.” You state, shaking your head.

“Yes.” He replies and nods.

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Ghost left you a note on your desk this morning.

It said “warehouse, 10 a.m.” which was both weird and funny, considering how cryptic that message was for the purpose of the meeting.

You approach the warehouse and attempt to open the door, only to find that it’s locked. Suddenly, a sharp “pst!” grabs your attention from nearby, prompting you to follow the voice that’s guiding you behind the building.

There stands Ghost, with a worn-out bike next to him. He’s hugging a helmet with his injured hand and holding pairs of knee, elbow, and wrist pads with the other.

“Where did you find that?” You ask, pointing to the bike.

“In this warehouse; I found it a couple of years ago,” he replies. “I didn’t want to throw it away, so I fixed it and left it there.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You call this ‘fixed’?”

“It may not be a fucking Bianchi, kid, but it gets the job done,” he says and extends the gear towards you. “Put these on,” he orders, “I’ll help you with the knee pads.”

He kneels down, gently tapping your leg, indicating you to lift it.

“Isn’t that a little excessive?” You ask, “All that safety gear?”

He huffs and looks up at you. “Do you want to end up with a fractured pinky like me?”

“No, sir.”

“Lift your leg then.”

He adjusts your helmet and secures the knee pads, ensuring they’re correctly positioned. Then, he inspects the elbow and wrist pads to ensure they’re in the right place. Finally, he gives the saddle a firm slap, indicating you to hop on the bike.

You do as instructed, and he checks the bike, adjusting the seat height, handlebars, and brakes to fit your size. With you gripping the handlebars, he begins the lesson.

“Two things,” he says, raising the corresponding fingers on his uninjured hand. “Balance and coordination.”

“Balance and coordination.” You echo.

He nods, puts his hands behind his back, and paces around the bike.

“We’ll begin with the first one, which happens to be the most challenging, I must warn you,” he explains, “and then progress to the rest.”

“Balance is the hardest one.” You repeat.

“Yes, indeed. First, you’ll have to learn how to balance on that bike. Once you succeed, we’ll synchronise your turning, pedalling, and braking movements. Ready?”

“Not really.”

“Let’s get started then.”

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He’s right. Balancing that thing is difficult. At first, he instructs you to use your feet to push yourself forward while seated on the bike, gradually progressing to longer strides.

Then he commands you to pedal. He walks next to you, holding one of the handlebars with his uninjured hand and guiding the bike to help with balance. Occasionally, when he feels you have control, he lets go of the handlebar. But every now and then, you waver. And when that happens, he intervenes and puts his hand back on the handlebar.

And this continued until he felt confident that you were ready to give it your first try.

“What if I fall?”

“You will fall.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“You have to,” he insists, “that’s the only way you’ll learn.”

He stands behind you, holding the back of the saddle. He maintains his grip as you pedal, stabilising and guiding the bike. He jogs beside you, encouraging you.

And yes, there were countless falls. But each time, Ghost was there, lifting you up, brushing off the dirt, and urging you to give it another try.

The lesson began at 10 a.m. You have no idea what time it is now. Ghost has been so persistent that he must have also lost track of time.

“Lt,” you call out as you pedal for the hundredth time, “I think it’s time for a break; you must be tired as well.”

No response.

“Lt.?” You repeat.

Silence.

You turn halfway to address him, but he’s nowhere to be found.

Panic sets in, throwing off your balance, and you tumble to the ground once again. This time, he’s no longer there to catch you.

You look back at your starting point—Ghost is standing there with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You look at the bike and then back at him. Your eyes widen. You point your finger at the bike, then at yourself.

He nods and lifts his hand in the air, giving a thumbs up.

“I did it!” You shout and run towards him, guiding the bike next to you.

“I saw,” he replies, and his eyes crease in joy, “but why didn’t you ride it back?”

“I think I need more practice.” You explain.

“We can continue practising after our break,” he suggests. “Good job, kid; I’m proud of you.”

“It’s all because of you, Lieutenant,” you say, “thank you for everything.”

He chuckles and tilts his head.

“Look,” he says, lifting his injured pinky. “This one needs support from this one to heal,” he explains, pointing to his ring finger.

“So I’m the pinky,” you say, “because you, the ring finger, taught me how to ride a bike.”

He lets out a sigh, shifting his gaze to the ground.

“Depends on who you ask,” he murmurs, “maybe I’m the broken one, and you’re helping me heal.”

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