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Best of Me

Boro Polonia x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Boro Polonia is lovesick, and that js okay. Pure fluff. So much fluff.

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Need stories about this man.

Boro Polonia's POV:

I could see her laughing in the corner where the other spouses were. The women talking about who knows what.

But I watched as her head flung back, and she placed hand on her chest and she laughed, loudly.

Many of the men look at her as they, too, could hear her laughter, shaking their heads in disapproval and whispered amongst themselves, looking between her and I.

I know these types of men. The so-called women they claim to love are all but empty shells of themselves.

Many of them must get approval from their husbands for every little single they do, and yet their husbands have mistresses all over the world.

But not I.

I could never do that to my love.

Coming home to her after being away for business makes me beyond happy. Seeing her come running down the stairs and running into my arms makes all my worries go away.

Every single time I come home, she must check me over. To make sure that I am okay and was not harmed, even though I tell her over and over again that I am fine.

"You are a proud man, Boro Polonia. You would insist you are fine even if you are bleeding out." She always says when I insist that I am okay and that no harm came to me.

By this point, I am all but ignoring the conversations around me as I watched her, but she knew I must have been watching her. She always does.

Our eyes connected, and she smiled at me, and I all but melted when she tugged her earlobe. 'I love you.'

I tugged my earlobe twice. 'I love you too.'

"Boro?" The sound of my name brought me back to my surroundings. I looked at the men who I was just talking to before I got distracted by her.

"If you excuse me, gentlemen. I believe I promised my wife a dance." The men muttered as they watched me walk towards my wife.

Whom excused herself as she stood up once she noticed I was walking towards her.

"Ladies, I must steal my wife away. I promised her a dance." I smiled politely at each of the women, who all but swooned at me.

"We must do lunch together. Call me when you are free." Eleena called out to my wife as we headed to the other room to dance.

I knew Eleena just wanted some company. She is constantly alone as her husband is off doing who knows what. Like right now, he probably has a maid bent over some surface as he ruts into her for 30 seconds.

"I was waiting for you to come and get me." She said to me as I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her close to me.

"And why do you say that, my dear?" I asked her as I leaned down so only she could hear me.

"I could tell by your facial expression that you were getting bored of the conversation that was happening around you."

I smiled as I said, "You know me all too well, Mi Corazon. I think it may be best if we leave soon."

"Before you get really bored?"

I didn't answer as the two of us danced for a few more songs. Just enjoying being in one another arms without a care in the world.

◆

"Welcome home." Cain said as he came to greet us at the front door. I couldn't keep the smirk from my face as my eyes roamed over my righthand man.

"I see you had a busy night." It wasn't a question but a statement.

"I like the colour on you." Came the giggle next to me as she noticed Cain covered in different shades of blue glitter makeup.

Another set of giggling came from the top of the stairs, and I looked up and saw two sets of eyes looking down at me.

"Sofía, Lucía say goodnight to Cain. It is well past your bedtime." I said to them as I walked up the stairs to put them to bed.

They said their goodnight, and I could hear their bare feet as they ran to their room.

"Thank you once again, Cain. I hope they were not too much trouble."

"Not at all," his voice faded as I got to the top of the stairs and down the long hallway towards their massive bedroom.

They were both in their beds. Waiting for us to say goodnight to them and to do our night time ritual.

"You two ready?"

"Yes, Daddy."

I clapped my hands in front of me and grabbed my chair and put it between their beds, and started to tell a story about my father.

◆

I didn't see her come up and leaned against the door as she listened to my story about when my father took me meet my favourite football player.

"I think that is enough for one night." The three of us looked up at her. The twins started to complain, but I quickly agreed with their mother.

"I can finish the story tomorrow night, my loves. It is well past your bedtime."

The two of us tucked them into their beds. "Good night, mi pequeña princesas. We will see you in the morning." I said to them as I made sure to turn on their unicorn night light.

"Good night, my angels. We love you."

Their door was barely closed, and they were both out like a light.

I was just about to follow her into our room when my phone went off. I looked at the message and all but groaned to myself.

"Come to bed now, Boro. I can see your mind has gone into business mode."

"But, Cain," her hand raised has stopped me before I could go any further.

"You promised me one night. No business." She made sure to emphasize the word business.

I was gonna say something, but I stopped myself when I saw the look on her face.

"I did promise you. You are right, and you promised me that if I behaved, you would do that thing I like." I took a step closer to her and she took a step back.

I took a step closer to her, and she took a step back. This went on until the back of her legs hit the bed.

I captured her lips in mine, and the two of us made quick work removing our clothes and falling into our bed.

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She was asleep in my arms, the two of us tired. Her head was on my chest as I held her close to me, kissing the top of her head, muttering how much I love her.

How she brings out the best in me.

"I love you." I said one last time before my eyes closed.

"I love you too, Boro."

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Confessions at sunset

Bertholdt x fem!reader

a/n: Almost cried while making this, bertholdt has such a special place in my heart ilhsm

warnings: slight angst-fluff-heavier angst, (safe for angst dislikers like me), sfw, sort of ooc? Things go from 0 to 100 fast and like rereading this he's a bit ooc so sorry if it bothers you! 😭

"And this one means longevity..." I traced the small line that crossed the top of his palm, ending as quick as it started. "Looks like you won't be living a long life." I playfully smiled, but when I turned around to look up at him, my smile faltered.

We were seated by the ledge of the cabin, my legs hanging off and his, firmly set on the ground. He was leaning back, hand supporting him. I say hand because his other was firmly grasped by mine, my fingers taking the chance to trace every plunge and curve of his palm.

"Bertholdt?" His face was stuck in place, brows un-furrowing at my call of his name. I blinked a few times, trying to erase the uneasiness by focusing my gaze on his palm, which started to curl inwards.

"Oh would you look at that..." He shuffled his head above my shoulder, as I showed him my right hand. "Mine is long." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, I coughed.

"And.. Uhm.." I took his left hand, placing my right on his pinky side, "The gaps.. we have the same gaps." his short line connected and continued onto mine, that stretched farther and darker than his.

"About the longevity thing.. I made it up.." I pursed my lips in an akward smile that he luckily, couldn't see. "My mom didn't teach me nearly as much as I told you she did." I noted how much warmer his palm was, and brought my other hand to hold his with.

"She didn't excatly.. live long enough for that. You know, with the whole collosal breaching the wall stuff.." I murmured out, looking at the spaces between our three defining lines. Furrowing my brows in thought.

What I didn't know, is that he did the same. What I didn't feel, was him tensing up, the way his teeth clenched. His right hand was placed by his knee, balled up, as his left one was held, trembling ever so slightly more than seconds ago.

"I'm sorry if I brought up any bad memories.. I tend to talk without thinking and–"

"It's okay."

Bertholdt wasn't the type to start things. He wasn't one to meddle in them, wasn't the type to end them either. He was an important piece that only had ears, it seemed like. Maybe that's what made him stand out to me.

I felt him nudge me softly as I sprung back to reality, a small smile and string of 'sorrys' leaving me with a turn to his attentive face.

"The space.. Between the lines." He muttered, eyes skimming over me. "You talked about them, what did you want to say?"

I looked at our hands. "Oh! It means heartbreak. The farther the lines are from eachother.. Signifies heartbreak." My tone died out as I finished the sentence, ending flatly, a silence ensuing.

Bertholdt's hand interlocked with mine, a small, breathy, shaky sigh leaving his lips. "Then I hope your mom's readings are wrong." My head turned to right, and I was met with his pink face averting mine. "Sorry."

Though.. I didn't get a good look. I turned away quickly too. "Don't be... I don't really believe in her readings. They've been proven false... Many times."

I kissed my teeth, remembering how she'd talk about what her life had in store for her. She was right. Life had one hell of a surprise for her. I wasn't sure she liked it though.

Bertholdt hummed, watching me as I let go of his hand, deciding bring myself in and hold on my legs.

"Only a fool would break your heart anyways." He murmured, but I heard him.

"I don't care about mine." I murmured back, but he heard me. He paused, and he stared at me. Well I didn't see him but god did I feel it.

"I.." I closed my eyes with a sigh, hoping he didn't notice the goosebumps on my arms. "How are you and Annie going? You manage to finally woo her?"

Silence ensued. I didn't want to turn around.. to look at him, though that pink face was nice to look at... It was a fluke. Only one person can make him blush like that.

It was still quiet. Did he not hear me? "H-"

My words got lodged in my throat as I felt his hand slither around my waist, pulling me back, next to him.. Also a bit closer. "I can't see your face if I'm behind you." My heart pumped, thundering against my ears.

"Did.. D-Did you hear my question?" I cringed at my stutter but he didn't make much of deal about it. I looked at him from the corners of my eye, but his face was pretty blurry. It faced down, away from me... It was hard to decipher his expression.

He was hard to decipher.

"I did."

I looked down. "Then why didn't you answer?"

"What were you going to say? Before you mentioned Annie." His tone was firm, unusual, but still overwhelmingly him.

"I'm not sure.. Forget about that just–"

"Please?"

His plea shut me up. And I only realised how frustrated I was when I felt a tear land on my thigh, another on my hand, that I fisted harder than what was considered to be normal.

His thumb wiped the tear off my knuckles, shuffled to face me.

He placed his hands on my cheeks and lifted my head, averting my eyes as he wiped the tears off my face, sliding his worn, thumbs under my eyes.

"I'm sorry." It was a tender, a barely heard apology. He didn't do anything wrong. Loving someone else wasn't a crime. I wanted to tell him. But the look on his face made me doubt that's what he was talking about.

It's not like I knew, anyway.

"You shouldn't be... I'm being dumb." I smiled and took his hands, placing them down infront of us. "I don't want your heart to get broken, because I know how it feels like, and it feels like shit." I paused. "That's what I was going to say."

"The present."

"Huh—"

"You spoke in the present."

He was an important piece that only had ears.

"Yeah. I guess I did." It was tiring, keeping secrets from him. I didn't want him to know the hold he had on me but what was I to do when he noticed how I bended at his every word.

I let go of his hand and looked back infront of us, to the field where we stood in line and first met eachother. Well, first met Shadis. I still remember the beat down he gave me. Verbal of course, but it still felt very physical.

"Who's the guy?"

"You don't want to know." It was a sign for him to drop the subject. But it seemed like he just didn't want to.

"Why is that?"

I froze and turned my head, he stared down at the ground, not even lifting his head up for a second. I needed to find an excuse.

"You won't like him."

"Who is he?"

I didn't want to lash out, or raise my voice, but it was getting hard to stay patient with his constant prodding. He knew he was prying, but maybe he just didn't care. Maybe the answer was just that important.

"I'm not telling you."

"Why?"

"For fucks sake Hoover—Why won't you just drop it?" I didn't yell, my voice stayed the same, but my tone was a bit harsher than I meant it to be. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Because I like you."

My words jumbled up together and flew out my mouth without being pronouced, giving place to my gaping jaw. I closed it quickly, and it opened it again, coughing up a small fit.

"What." It didn't sound like a question. It wasn't. Didn't stop him from responding.

"I like you."

"Say it again." I was the one to move from my spot, and turn to look at him this time. He was the one to avoid my gaze, clenching his fists while staring at the ground, face oddly blank.

"I like you." He was a bit louder with each reiteration of the short sentence, like he was confirming it for himself as much as me.

"Again."

"I like you."

"Just one m—"

"Are you toying with me, Y/n?"

His glare transfered over to me, and I flinched, but in seeing that, he didn't hold it long. "Please don't. Please don't do that." A crack in his voice struck something within me.

"I'm not!" I rushed out, choosing my next words carefully.

"I like you. I'm in love with you. I like you romantically and I thought you liked Annie so that's why I lashed out earlier–and by the way, sorry about tha—"

"What." I focused on his face, and for once I could discern something. Confusion, mixed with shock, and... Something else.

"I thought you like Annie, so I lashe–"

He shook his head. "No.. The liking me part. Can you say it again?" His face was yet again, neutral, but his eyes held hope.

"No." His lips twitched to say something, but I cut him off with mine. On his.

I felt a push and I backed away, eyes wide. "Shit I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bertholdt I thought–I should've—"

He placed his hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, leaning in again to kiss me. It was a juvenile, quick, short, and confused kiss. A test, an introduction, the first kiss.

But then we kissed again, and it was longer, softer, deeper. And then again; we got warmer, and we took our time, breaking apart every few seconds to breathe and reconnect. We stopped, eventually. My lips tingled, like the butterflies that inhabited my stomach flew and landed on my lips,

as weird as that sounds.

His lips were swollen. Red, warm to the touch–I assumed. His cheeks were in the same boat. The tips of his ears as well. A couple seconds passed and I realized that his eyes were aswell. Tears starting to spill out, they were becoming red and puffy.

My hands stuttered and I brought his head to my shoulder, propping myself on my knees so that his back wouldn't ache.

Soft, almost soundless sobs left him, my shoulder getting damp. His hands clutched my white button down as he continued to cry, and I started to smile.

"Are you that happy?" It was presumptious of me to assume that he was crying of joy, but I pressed my lips shut and cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears like he did me.

"I'm... sorry." His voice whispered, and it wavered, and it might've been the weakest I've ever heard him. I leaned in and left a kiss on his forehead, nervously smiling.

"It's okay."

This didn't seem to satisfy him, as he looked to the ground. His soulders slumping forward, and hands clenching and opening up repetedly.

"I'm... Really, sorry. I'm sorry—I'm so, sorry.." It was like a chant that he repeated, each one quieter than the last. His body leaned into me, facing the floor. He was tired. Like he was bearing the whole world on his shoulders.

Something felt off with his apologies. Like they weren't for me. But if they weren't, who would they be for?

No, that wasn't the right question. I rested my chin on his head, and thread my hands through his hair, gently patting the unruly parts down.

The question, was what were they for. He hadn't done anything wrong. Yet he continued apologizing, under his breath. He paused.

You were right earlier, that he didn't want to know. He shouldn't have pushed it.

"Please... Don't hate me."

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I didn't expect Bertholdt to win lol. Back a couple years when I was in my AoT bullshit I was a die hard fan and simp for him. But many people hated him and would shit on me for liking him so I'm happy to see that people like him. It makes me happy that he is getting the love he deserves :,) So without further ado here is....

Yandere Alphabet w/ Bertholdt Hoover

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

He'll leave lingering touches on your body and always give you small things. Like flowers he found or something you said you wanted/mentioned.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He would get messy but prefers not to. Now he wouldn't massacre a whole town unless necessary, maybe only slit a few throats if need be. He much rather deal with people in other means.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

He is not too cruel but step outta line and his words will be harsh and if needed you might get slapped. He doesn't want to hurt you but your hurting his feelings by trying to escape and physically hurt him.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I don't see him forcing himself on you unless somehow someway Reiner got into his head how if he doesn't Darling will never live and respect him. Bertholdt really needs to be pushed over the edge of have some serious convincing by only Reiner that he needs to do it. Bertholdt wants to have you willingly and it makes him psychically ill just to think about forcing himself on you.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He can be pretty vulnerable especially when you fall to Stockholm syndrome. He will open up about himself and his past. But in the early stages he is more weary about opening up but still bears some of his heart out for you.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He wouldn't like it and would be upset. On one hand he understands why your acting this way. He kidnapped you some you away from your loved ones but, on the other you should love him because he protects you and cares for you and will do anything for you. You were meat to be his and he was meant to be yours why can't you except that?

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He wouldn't like it. It's not fun it's not amusing infact everything but that. It pisses him off and he wishes you wouldn't do this to him. Do you you know how much he panics we he finds you gone from your room. He breaks out into tears and tears up the whole place and spends forever searching for you.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He would threaten darling and their family and prove he is not bluffing come back with one of the relatives items(or hand). He only did this because darling was acting up and tried to escape.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

One where you can live peacefully in Marley with him. Reiner visits every so often and your a loving stay at home darling. Bertholdt is obviously the money maker and he makes sure his precut darling has everything they need and want.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He does get jealous because he is a little insecure. When Reiner comes over he can't help but feel jealous of him. He's muscular and confident and great with people. Sure Bertholdt is tall and somewhat strong and can manage conversations here and there. But he doesn't have big muscles and isn't really confident and conversations quickly did and soon as they start. So she Reiner comes over and starts to cling around Darling more than necessary and Bertholdt is getting real jealous. He'll walk over to Reiner and start to push him towards the door and ignore his comments and tells him to leave and he is making Darling uncomfortable. He then quickly grabs Darling in his arms and holds them for a while.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He is gentle and kind. He is mostly just a obsessive and possive yandere. So he is still semi normal around you just more clingy and you never go out.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

He would probably slowly insert himself in your life. He would appear here and there and try to talk to you. Then he would befriend you and be glued to your side. He would try to date you normally but if that doesn't work when you go on a mission he'll fake your death. But in truth he kidnapped you and now your living in a secret house with him and occasionally Reiner.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. He still nervous around you but a little more talkative and bold.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

He would chain you up and strip you if your senses. You can't see, hear, smell, and your submerged in water some times. You won't know what's happening until it happens.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

He would take away your freedom. You can't go anywhere until he allows it. You have privacy to an extent but abuse it and it's all gone.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

He's pretty patient and willing to wait for their darling. Until darling spits in his face and it's looking like they won't submit willing. Then he might snap.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If darling dies he will be broken and might forget everything and shut himself away. If they leave he's hurt and upset and will stop at nothing to get you back. And when he does he is not the same gentle giant he once was.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

Yes. He feels bad you can't see your family anymore. But this is what's best for you and you need to understand it.

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He never had anyone special and the person he did love didn't give a damn about him. He always wanted someone to hold and have.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates it. It makes him feel shitty and he wants to comfort you and explain how this is for the best. He hates hearing your broken painful screams. It breaks his heart for you to isolate yourself from him.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

You actually have body autonomy. He doesn't whip you and he's actually very sweet just obsessive and possessive.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

How he can be away for a while and he is sensitive. When he is gone darling can try to escape. Also sensitive in general wether sexually or emotionally. So get him weak and you might have a shot at overpowering him.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically? I don't think so. Emotionally and mentally? Most likely yes. He doesn't want to but if he needs to do be it.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He thinks your a god/goddess sent from above to help him survive in this terrible world. You give him hope and he doesn't want anyone tainting you.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

1-2 years. He's a little slower than most yandere's but remember he wants you willing. So if it takes a year or so that's okay for him.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

Accidentally yes. He didn't mean to but sometimes things happen. He's a little upset but at least now your compliant.

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a ‘date’ to remember | emma brunner

a/n : i just finished fubar and holy shit. emma def gives of lesbian vibes i’m sorry i don’t make the rules - i completely stole this plot from brooklyn nine nine!!! also taking pride in knowing i am the first emma brunner fanfic on tumblr!

not proofread because i 1am and i need to sleep

this one shot is dedicated to this picture 🙏🙏

the squad were piled into the van as luke drove them to the restaurant. they had been briefed shortly before, emma and you would act as a couple in order to get a table at ‘benu’ a new restaurant where a couple of boro’s associates just happened to all be having dinner. while you and emma dined, barry and tina had set up software and the pair’s phones to extract data from surrounding phones and computers.

it wasn’t long before you had reached the restaurant, nerves began to take over your body. you were never nervous on a mission, but it was her. you’d be pining over emma ever since she had joined the team a few weeks ago, much to roo’s disapproval.

hands shaking, you opened the van’s door, stepping out onto the pavement concrete. you watched emma get out to before turning to luke. “we’ll be right around the corner if you need us,” he turned to face you, “and don’t let my baby get hurt!” he threatened before driving off to a safe enough distance where they couldn’t be spotted.

the tension was thick between you and emma as you began to walk towards the restaurant, it was as if both of you were frightened to speak, scared to let your guards down. you politely opened the door for her, earning a small smile and a sheepish head nod in response.

the hostess stood at the podium, looking frustrated. her smile was tight-lipped and her eyebrows were fused together in a mixture of anger and stress. “i’m very sorry but we are over booked tonight.” she stated, glancing up at the two for a split second, before burrowing her head back down into the planner.

you and emma shared a look of worry, if you weren’t able to get a seat in the restaurant, the phones wouldn’t be able to pick up intel from boro’s associates. you had already let him get away once, there’s no way you were going to again.

“are you sure there’s nothing you can do?” you questioned, “it’s actually… the night of our engagement! i would’ve booked but… i didn’t know if she was going to say yes!” you lied, it was the first thing you could think of but it had seemed to work. the hostess began to beam, and offered a table if you waited for a few minutes claiming she would do anything for ‘young love’.

you both made your way over to the bar area, sitting silently waiting for the table to become available. you wanted to say something, but you just didn’t know what. emma was an amazing woman, her work ethic, her fighting skills, her quick wit and thinking, in all honesty you were a little intimidated by her.

luckily, the wait wasn’t long, as before you knew it a waitress had come over to lead you to your table. you assessed the table position, confirming with tina it would be close enough to pick up the data.

you pulled out emma’s chair for her, in order to keep your cover (definitely not in an attempt to woo her), she thanked you, sitting down.

“sorry for the whole engagement thing by the way, it was just the first thing i could think of.” you apologised, wanting to clear the air before you had to endure an entire meal sitting across from her. it wasn’t that she was unbearable, it was that she was irresistible.

“hey, it got us in here didn’t it,” she smiled, reaching across the table to touch your hand to hers.

a bowl of spaghetti, two bottles of wine and a whole lot of small talk later, the phones had finished downloading what they needed to and boro’s men were getting ready to leave. it was the smoothest a mission had gone in the past weeks.

that was until emma seemed to spot someone who could recognise her, she grabbed your arm and whispered, ‘you’re gonna have to trust me.”

before you knew it she had grabbed your face and was leaning in for a kiss. you met her half way, connecting your lips with hers, it was passionate and exciting. metaphorical fireworks were exploding as the two of you practically made out in the middle of the restaurant. a part of you knew it wasn’t real, that it was just a cover, but the other part of you wanted to enjoy what was happening, you opened your eyes to see emma’s tracking the group of men, watching them leave and confirming they were gone.

after they were out the door, she backed away from you, apologising profusely. you didn’t buy it though, you definitely felt a connection between the two of you.

“you felt it too right? there’s something between us! i don’t want to dance around each other for the rest of the mission, we should just confront our feelings. if you don’t feel anything feel free to shut me down but all i know is, i like you emma.” you confessed, breaking eye contact about half way through your speech. a pause filled the conversation as you anticipated her response.

“yeah, what the hell, i like you too, let’s give this a shot,” she declared taking your hand, “now let’s go back to the van.”

“i hate to interrupt this sweet moment but i feel i should remind you both we can all hear your conversation!” roo interjected, you and emma looked at each other, both blushing from embarrassment.

#emma brunner x reader #monica barbaro x reader #fubar fanfiction

[z0-ne]

Died for him

Died for him

What if...: What if Marco had a Partner that died instead? Saving him from being heard or noticed by Reiner, Bertholdt and even Annie?)

Slight Jean x reader? Its unrequinted but it's there!

(Third Person)

"I'm gonna go find Marco!"

(Name) Suddenly spoke up as they readjusted their belt and tanks. They had hoped he would have stayed with the group, but when he had mentioned going back to help anyone else, and look for Reiner and Bertholdt, they knew there was no convincing him otherwise.

The lack of his arrival was worrying enough to have them fumbling with their swords and biting the tip of your lip.

"oh? Don't wanna leave your little boyfriend alone for too long, huh?"

Jean teased them as they prepped to look for Marco, the freckled boy who had just been with their group a few minutes ago that suddenly disappeared. Jean noticed it too, but after the experience he just had and how (Name) Must've nearly been out of gas due to the group's successful attempt to save him, he thought against going with them.

Watching as they fiddled with their belt and seemed the most worried out of all of them, He slowly approached them, pushing past Connie and Sasha in the process.

"Oh, shut up Jean! I just wanna make sure he's okay."

Jean couldn't deny the fact that he was worried too, but he was worried about both (Name) and Marco. He was well aware of just how selfless they could be in these cases, so if something went wrong, he would prefer it if they had all the help they could need. He didn't want to lose them.

Stopping just beside them as they got their gear in order, hand on his gear, Jean quickly turned to Connie and asked a question that wasn't all that expected of him.

"Connie, lend me your gear? I'm going with (Name) to look for Marco."

"What? No Jean, I'm fine on my own."

They objected before Connie could even answer, and it earned them a weird side eye from Jean. He wanted to argue back with them and tell them that he was going no matter what they said to try to stop him, but after all this time of knowing them, he knew that it was pointless to argue back on something like this.

Turning and placing a supportive hand on their shoulder, Jean looked at (Name) and warned them.

"Look, just be careful. I don't want to have to scrape you off the ground because you got reckless, okay? Just grab Marco and come back. I..

Making promises like that, Jean knew it was pointless after they just stared for a while before they turned away and hummed in what could be taken as agreement or simply acknowledging what he wanted you to do with no intentions of following through with it. As he watched them jump from the wall and swing from the houses to titan in search of Marco, he balled up his fist.

Wasting his time warning them, when he already knew how they would be, and what they would sacrifice for that freckled boy.

They would die for Marco.

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(Second Person!)

You swung from House to Titan, cutting the napes as you went along and ducking away from those you could avoid.

So far you had been looking for a while and the fear that had already settled in the bottom of your stomach began to rise, and you felt like you would get teary-eyed soon if you had to accept the worst when it came to him. You knew Marco for years before you started to date, and the thought of losing him.

It was unimaginable.

Wiping your face of the sweat mixed with the tears you didn't know were forming and falling down from your eyes and rolling onto the tips of your cheeks. Blinking a few more times to steady your sight, you looked around the buildings one more time.

'Come on...Please be here.'

You thought to yourself as you bit your lip, nibbling at it until you could feel the skin pulling. Eventually you landed and ran from roof top, to roof top looking around and slowly letting the stress settle as you gripped your swords tightly. You were prepared for the worst.

'If I'm fast enough, I can make it in time to save him if he's in trouble!'

You thought to yourself until you spotted him, looking around just like you were. You knew he was looking for someone else at the moment, but that could be the least of your worries right now. All that mattered to you was that he was still alive.

You were prepared for the worst. As you ran over to him, swords placed back in their designated spots and shoes tightened. Jumping down from the slightly taller roof you were on and rolling to lighten the fall. You stood up quickly and ran over to Marco, who didn't hear you until you were closer.

Gripping onto his arm and pulling him into a tight hug, you could feel your heart slowly down to a regular pace again as he wrapped his arms around you and chuckled. Feeling him vibrate a little because of it.

You pulled away to look at him and smiled, relieved to have found him after so long.

"I was so worried about you, I thought something had happened.."

"Sorry (Name) I just wanted to find the others, they kinda of ran off on their own too...I'm fine though I promise."

"It's okay Marco, but speaking of the others...did you ever find them?"

He shook his head no and explained that he had just gotten here with what you assumed to be a few minutes before you did. It wasn't to be unexpected. He did leave some time ago, and it took you a minute to go and follow him because you didn't want to be overbearing.

At first, he held your elbows in the palms of his hands, but after a few seconds he snapped his head over to the top of a house that blocked your view and a bit of your hearing. Marco moved his hands from your elbows and turned to make his way to the building, and you watched him for a while before following him.

Marco got to the wall before you, and it took you a minute before you got close enough to hear the familiar voices.

'Oh! Reiner and Bertholdt. Great, now we can go back.'

You thought to yourself as you stepped up a little closer behind Marco, it wasn't until you had gotten a little closer that your smile dropped and something in your stomach turned and twisted.

"We worked so hard to make that hole. Should we really let him plug it?!"

Berthold Whispered/yelled. He tried to keep his voice down as much as he could, but you and Marco could still hear him just fine. Even though you heard him say it, you wanted to deny it. The simple fact that they might be claiming to have something to do with this disaster.

"Yeah, we should. We waited five years to find a titan like this and we finally did it."

Reiner responded, his voice gruff but still keeping the tone down low enough to not draw too much attention

Just like that, Reiner had confirmed all of your suspicions, answered all of your questions, and quickly filled your stomach with a sick feeling of what felt like grief, anger and fear. Grief of the loss of a friend that was never truly a friend, anger for the lies they told and the ones you blindly believed for five years, and fear for what would come next.

Snapping your head over in Marco's direction, the realization hit you like a bus when you remembered just how close they had gotten over the years spent not only training but the few times they've fought by each other's side. Without another thought, you quickly slapped your hands over Marco's mouth and yanked him back.

"Shush Marco, we have to run-"

You whispered, but just as you yanked him back, a blade slipped from his gear and slammed onto the hard roof beneath your feet, leaving a loud clank of noise as it touched the ground and bounced a few times before finally stopping. It seemed like time had stopped and everything came to a standstill as the fear settled in.

Hands began to shake, stomach turning and bubbling with fear. You quickly sat the two of you down, and hopped. Neither of them heard it, or just assumed some poor soul was getting munched on in the jaws of a Titan.

"Who's there? C'mon, show yourself!?"

It was Reiner. You kept your hand lapsed over Marco's mouth and leaned close to his ear. The noise in the background would be enough to mute out your whispers if you got close enough. Reiner's demand was more of a check to see if anyone really was over there, and you knew if you both ran away then and there, he would know you heard something you shouldn't have.

'What do we do?'

You heard Marco speak in your hand, and you quickly slipped your finger over your lips and leaned in a little closer to tell him what your plan was. You were prepared for the worst. So you knew what had to be done.

"You need to leave. I'm gonna distract them, and take them far away from you while you go and hide. When I'm far away, you go to Jean and the others.''

Shaking his head no, you sighed, knowing he wouldn't let something like this happen and he just leaves you behind. No matter how skilled you are, it doesn't change the fact that you were still someone he held close.

"No, No. You can't-"

Just before he could utter another word out, you both could hear a few footsteps approaching your hiding spot. There was no screaming or chewing sound before or after the sword hit the ground, so it was only a matter of time before they had both gotten suspicious.

"Hey! Either come out or we'll come to you!"

After that, you thought of only one thing you could do at the moment and, against Marco's better judgment, you revealed yourself to them via voice.

"It-It's just me! (Name)! I'm coming, just give me a second! My gear came a loose!"

They stopped due to your lie and possibly not wanting to become more suspicious, and you could hear them mumbling before giving you a minute to hurry up and come out from the spot you were currently hiding in. It took a minute to convince Marco to leave.

"Look. I won't say it again. Leave Marco, I can handle this, I promise. Just please do this for me."

"I don't want you to die-"

His voice was soft and nearly silent. If you weren't so close you wouldn't have heard his pleas. His fear, you could feel it from how his hands shook as he gripped onto your elbows as if his life had depended on it, or if he let you go, you'd just disappear. You couldn't blame him though. If you were in his shoes, you wouldn't know how to react.

Placing your hands on his upper arms, you leaned in and placed a short, sweet, gentle, reassuring kiss on his lips. Looking at him in his dark brown eyes and staring at him. Taking in his features for it would be the last time you'd see him, the first last time you'd kiss him. Such a bitter sweet moment.

"I don't want you to die either, so promise me you'll live and I'll do my best to come back to you."

He stared back at you, looking into your (Colored) Eyes and (Colored) (Length) (Textured) Hair. (If you don't have hair, ignore the other part) and every little mark on your face. He had faith that he would see you again, and he really did want to believe what you were saying about coming back to him if he did what you asked.

Yet as he pulled you into a warm, tight and long hug, you knew that deep down, he was scared that you weren't going to come back at all. That was a thought in the back of his mind as he squeezed up until you broke the hug, wiped the tears from his face, and kissed the back of his hand before standing up.

You turned your back to him, not being able to stand his pitiful expressions any longer as you stepped forward. It was time to face the Traitors, and no matter how much you wanted to turn around and go with Marco one last time, you knew this was the only way to help him.

"Okay, I'm coming out now!"

You yelled as you stepped around the tall roof you hid behind and stared them down. Both men looked back at you with damn near unreadable expressions, and you simply covered your unbearable fear with anger.

"What...did you hear..?"

You gulped heavily and balled your fist at your sides as the dreadful question left his mouth. The last thing you wanted to do was die today, but you were prepared for the worst.

Up until this moment.

Your knees wanted to buckle beneath your feet as your hands began to tremble uncontrollably, eyes nearly watered. You could feel your stomach bubbling up so much you thought you'd puke then and there. Everything was so scary all of a sudden, and you could only conclude one thing from this feeling alone.

"Everything..."

"It was..Just a joke-"

"No Bertholdt...Not this time.."

It was silent for a good ten seconds exactly. You only knew because you counted down the seconds that felt like minutes as you waited for his next response to what you admitted to hearing. There was no point in lying. They knew just as well as you did that if you left, then they'd be caught in this little scheme.

Ten seconds was all it took for Reiner to make up his mind.

"I'm..sorry"

Ten seconds for you to know what would happen next.

Reiner ran forward, and you jumped out of the way. Using your tank to blast yourself off the roof in the opposite direction, you told Marco to run and hide off to. You knew that they'd follow you if you only made yourself available, and as you kept glancing back and seeing them get further and further, you let everything else be drowned out.

What would come next would be the worst part of this whole plan. Five years...of everything taken and thrown away just like this. You closed your eyes and blocked out anything else other than Marco. Your passing would be easier if he was the last thing on your mind, if he was the last person you saw and hugged.

Suddenly, you felt a rough force slam you to the ground, holding you in a chokehold, and soon another voice and more footsteps approached you. You could hear Bertholdt Protest what he was doing, but reluctantly going along with it when Reiner told him to snap out of it. You could feel a sudden spark of fear as he went to unhook your gas tanks.

The speeding of your heart, shortness of breath, and that same feeling in your stomach you just couldn't shake at all today. No matter what you did, it just kept coming back. Except this time, you knew why.

Thrashing around in both their grips, eyes closed and grip tight on Reiner's arms. The least that you could do was give him something to remember you by, so you scratched his arm, leaving a deep cut and causing him to flinch back as you kicked Bertholdt and ran to god knows where.

You still hadn't opened your eyes, and it wasn't until Reiner grabbed you by your pant's leg and yanked you back to him that you continued.

"Annie! Take their gear!"

Something froze. You weren't sure if it was actually you, but hearing that come from Reiner despite everything still managed to shock you. Out of everyone here, you didn't really want to believe that Annie was a part of this despite your past suspicions. As you felt the weight being lifted from your waist, you shut your eyes tighter than before and turned your head away from them.

As you felt yourself touch the ground, the next part came quick but ended slowly. You were lifted by a titan and as it brought you to its mouth, it began to chew. Hardly enough to completely chew through the bones and thick flesh, so it took some time. With each bite being more intense than the last, you felt like your entire body was on fire as you screamed at the top of your lungs.

"We trusted you! We all trusted you! "

You didn't know what you were trying to prove by doing that. If they did all this then it was obvious they didn't care about the trust they gained from you all.

Not even opening your eyes to see the horrified look on everyone's face, and soon you could feel your mind going numb with pain. The metallic taste of blood fills your mouth as your body slowly goes limp within the titan's hands.

'"Marco...I didn't tell Marco...I loved him.."

Those last words were all they heard before silence mixed with the sick sound of flesh and bones being grinded between a large set of dirty teeth. All standing in horror, but one thing that shocked both Annie and Betholdt the most was what Reiner had said after you died. The one thing you never got to hear.

"Hey...Why is (Name) Being eaten?"

-______________________________

(Bonus number one!)

Looking through the many mutilated corpses after the battle, Jean felt like he had gotten the worst end of the stick. Having to identify such bodies of people he hardly actually knew by face, let alone being able to name them.

So many people had been lost that day, but as he turned the corner as looked down he would've never expected to see a corpse with (Color) Skin, (Length) (color) (Texture) hair, or (Face spots of any kind). The half of their lower body was gone, and their eyes were closed and their cheeks mixed with dried blood and tears.

Their uniform was absolutely destroyed and their nails had dried blood underneath them. Jean stopped dead in his tracks and simply stared down at the corpse. So many questions ran through his mind at the moment. Where was Marco?, how did this even happen?, Why didn't he just go with you instead?

He felt sick, and wanted to cry. This wasn't how he wanted to see you. He wanted you whole and happy, not mutilated and miserable looking. Will this forever be the last picture engraved in his mind of you every time he tries to think of you?

"Did you know them?"

"I..loved them..."

"Ah...I'm sorry, but it doesn't get easier.."

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(Bonus number two!)

When it came time to run and hide away, Marco didn't want to leave. He looked back a few times before finally crawling away into the nearest building, where he would be fine to hide for a while. When he finally got in there, he couldn't help but break down when he heard Reiner and Bertholdt's gas tanks go off.

Curling up and leaning against a wall as he stiffled his cries by biting his tongue. Tears fell down from his eyes like a waterfall as he soaked the sleeves of his jacket in the salty river of greif. As much as he hoped and wanted to fully believe that you would come back perfectly fine, he knew what the reality was.

You wouldn't come back to him at all.

You would die for him.

Now here he was living on while you left to sacrifice yourself for him.

Marco stayed there, greifing the loss of the love of his life, and he didn't even get to tell them he loved them before they just went off. Silent sobs and gentle hiccups were the best he could do to stop himself from screaming your name at the top of his lungs and sobbing over your death. Stopping himself from screaming at your killers and letting everyone know.

Right now, he needed to be alone. Even if it was for a minute. Only long enough to imagine you were still there, and pretened that it was you still by his side, covering him with your warmth instead of his own arms wrapping around his weakened form.

Still, he knows you aren't there, because you died for him.

#angst #attack on titan angst #marco x reader #reiner braun #bertholdt fubar #attack on titan #anime #x reader #x y/n #x you #jean x you #jean x reader #aot x reader #AoT

[lillywillow]

The Call is Coming From Inside the House

Summary: The team watches horror movie to see which is the most messed up of all time.

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 1163

 Square Filled: U2- FUBAR

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader  

 Warnings: Mentions of horror movie violence

 A/N: If you’ve watched any of the movies I’ve mentioned, you’ll know exactly what I’m referring to

 It started off with a conversation about horror movies. Everyone had their own opinion on which was the most messed up of all.

 “I’m telling you, it’s the Re-Animator Trilogy. There’s just a level of misogyny that’s not even in the original H. P. Lovecraft story,” you protested.

 “No way. The Saw movies are way more FUBAR than those cheaply done flicks of the 80’s,” Clint argued.

 “Are you kidding, Clint? Some of the best franchises came out of the 80’s. Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Aliens, Friday the 13th just to name a few. Not to mention The Thing. I mean, that was pretty messed up if you ask me,” Nat chimed in.

 “Guys, the foreign market has way more messed up movies than those. Just look at Last Train to Busan for example. Then the original Japanese copies of The Grudge and The Ring,” Tony countered.

 Steve and Bucky had no idea what anyone was on about. Back in their day, horror movies were a lot more sedated in their day. Movies with the likes of Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff and Lon Chaney Jr. who were all masters of the craft without going over the top.

 “Well, there’s only one way we’re going to settle this… we’re going to have to watch them all,” you suggested.

…

 So began your mega movie marathon, starting with the 1982 classic The Thing. Bucky thanked all his lucky stars that in all his time fighting aliens, he never came against one so disturbing. Then again, he hadn’t visited Outpost 13 in Antarctica…

 “You know, I once saw a Pingu version of this movie,” you stated.

 “You lie,” Clint huffed.

 “It’s not a lie. Apparently it was pulled from YouTube for being too messed up and I think licencing also had something to do with it being pulled as well,” you explained.

 Before Clint could argue, Tony butted in.

 “No, she’s right,” he said, bringing up the video on the big screen. “It’s supposed to be a parody on both…”

 The video was much shorter than the movie but no less creepy, maybe even more so given that it was based on a children’s show. After that, you watched the first of the Re-Animator Trilogy. When it came to what was perhaps the most messed up scene of the movie, Bucky and Steve couldn’t stand to watch. You followed them out too as it was your least favourite scene.

 “You actually like that stuff?” Bucky asked, feeling rather queasy.

 “That scene in particular? No, I can’t say I do. It has nothing to do with the original story. When I first read there was a movie based on it, I thought it was cool but then I was totally blindsided by that scene. I read up on it and their first choice in actress had to back out because her mother didn’t want her doing it. The scene was taxing on the actor and cost him his marriage… I like certain elements of horror; the jump scares, the suspense, the complex characters and clever use of practical effects but stuff like that I feel is completely unnecessary…”

 Bucky nodded slowly. When you put it like that, it made sense. He too liked a story with a good plot and decent characters but when it came to stuff like that… Before Bucky could say any more, Sam called letting you know that the awful part was over and you could return to the living room.

…

 After watching all three movies (the others agreed the third was the weakest in the trilogy), it was getting late. You decided to squeeze in one last movie before going to bed which was the first of the Saw movies. Bucky felt sick to his stomach at the gory scenes. He had been trained in torture techniques as a part of HYDRA but this was some next level stuff. Feeling overwhelmed, Bucky walked out. You decided to follow him.

 “You can go back and watch the movie if you want,” Bucky sighed as you stood next to him.

 “I think I’d much hang out with you,” you confessed.

 Bucky smiled softly at you. Before he could say anything further, the power was cut. Instinctively, you reached for Bucky’s hand as he pulled you closer to his body. Part Avengers training, part paranoia from the movies, you were both on edge, preparing for danger. The power went back on just as suddenly as it went out.

 “Sorry, everyone. There was tripped power switch,” Tony explained.

 The pair of you sighed in relief, still holding each other as the adrenaline coursing through you started to calm down.

 “I think… I think I might just go to bed,” Bucky sighed.

 “Actually, that sounds like a good idea,” you agreed.

 “Could you… stay with tonight? After all those horror movies, I… I don’t want to be alone,” Bucky confessed.

 “I understand that,” you softly smiled. “Of course, I’ll stay…”

 Bucky smiled back and held your hand as you headed to his room.

 “Hey, you two. You know one of the top rules about horror movies. The couple who goes off together usually are one of the first to get picked off,” Sam teased.

 You flipped him off as you passed by, making everybody laugh and relieving some of the tension built up by the movie.

…

 After you both got changed, you and Bucky cuddled in his bed.

 “Are you okay, Bucky?” you asked, noticing how quiet he was.

 “Yeah… it’s just… today was a lot… I’m not used to that much violence…”

 “You’re an Avenger,” you stated, raising an eyebrow.

 “Yeah, but that’s different. That’s… action violence not… you know…”

 You cuddled close to him, making him smile.

 “I think I understand… There’s only a certain amount of that kind of thing I can watch in a day too… horror movies can be fun and all but I like them in small doses…”

 “Do you want to watch kid’s cartoons until we fall asleep?” you asked.

 “That sounds nice… Not Pingu though. Still feeling a little scarred from that last movie.”

 “Fair enough,” you laughed, putting on a light and cute cartoon.

…

 So that was how your horror movie marathon ended; with you and Bucky peacefully falling asleep to something more wholesome. The next day, the others wanted to continue but you and Bucky turned them down. You both decided to have a movie marathon of your own that was a little sweeter and more comfortable and a whole less FUBAR. If it meant cuddling with Bucky, you wouldn’t ask for it any other way.

#buckybarnesbingo2022 #bbb2022 #Bucky Barnes #buckybarnes #bucky barnes x reader #FUBAR #the call is coming from inside the house #Horror movies #marvel #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

FUBAR [AO3]

Female Reader x GHOAP

NSFW 18+ [All of my blog is thus] Minors DNI, I mean it, *Logan Roy voice* Fuck off.

Summary: You, Soap, and Ghost get dosed with sex pollen. Warnings and full fic under the cut.

Warnings: Sex Pollen, Dubcon(everyone is into it but high on pheromones), MMF Threesome, MLM, Blowjobs (M giving and receiving), oral F!receiving, dirty talk, soft dom!Simon, very loose sub/dom dynamics, RACK/SSC not really applicable due to sex pollen but it's not bad kink, just not the most realistic, safewords are used, unprotected PiV (reader is on Birth Control), Creampie, Sir Kink, subby Johnny, subby Reader. Let me know if I missed anything! No physical description of reader but Simon moves her around a little (no heavy lifting really). Thanks to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for taking a look/betaing for me.

Word Count: 4,370

CoD Masterlist | AO3 | Ko-Fi

You rouse slowly to the sound of heavy grunts, desperate sighs, and a wet, slurping sound. You let out a soft whine as the sounds go straight to your core. Your legs clenching together as you try and quell the ache building there.

That’s when the buzzing in your ears starts, low and droning like an incessant fly rattling around your skull. Your entire body aches like you’ve run a marathon, before fighting off a bear. You groan as you try and stretch out your limbs, your eyes slowly adjusting to the low light filling the space around you.

The pitched roof above you is made of thick wooden beams, the orange light emanating from a lamp in the corner casts a romantic hue over everything. You turn your head, searching for the source of the noise and your mouth goes dry.

Soap and Ghost are tangled on the floor a few feet away clothes discarded; their scarred bodies bathed in the ochre light as you watch Ghost cradle Soap’s head in a loving gesture as they break a heated kiss. You bite your lip as you watch the pornographic scene unfold. You realise it’s the first time you’ve seen Ghost without his mask on, he’s strikingly handsome.

His face is scarred, aged lacerations and burns marking his strong jaw, up and through the left side of his plush lips. His nose is somewhat crooked, broken one too many times, and set poorly more than once. He’s beautiful.

There’s a small voice in the back of your mind that tells you to speak up, or at the very least roll over to give them some privacy. But you’re transfixed, your panties are soaked through as you dip your hand below the waistline of your trousers.

It’s sick and twisted but you feel yourself burning up even hotter as you toy with your swollen clit as you watch them. But you simply don’t care, it’s like you’ve lost all sense of shame, your inhibitions ripped free from your mind as you watch Soap press open mouthed kisses to Ghost’s chest.

“Go on, Johnny,” He purrs lowly as the smaller man sinks between his thighs, “Be a good boy for me.”

“Fuck, anything for you, Si,” Johnny responds with a whine as you watch his lips trail further down the scarred expanse of your LT’s body. He nips and sucks on Simon’s nipples and you can’t help but wish that he was worshiping you as well.

“Fuck,” Ghost groans as you witness Johnny’s lips wrap around his cock, “That’s it, Johnny, fuck I need you.”

The desperation in Ghost’s voice makes you squirm as you feel heat rushing through your veins as you rub your fingers desperately over your swollen clit. You’re drenched as you hear the wet sound of Johnny taking Ghost’s thick cock almost all the way to the base.

Johnny works Ghost’s cock like a pro, his thick fingers pressed into Ghost’s muscular thighs as his cheeks hollow out. His head bobs in practiced strokes, pulling off almost all the way to suckle around Ghost’s bulbous tip, drawing out harsh choked moans from the gruff, stoic man.

You’re panting like a bitch in heat now, no longer subtle in your movements as you shove your trousers and panties down around your thighs. You’re in too much of a rush to take them off completely as you plunge two fingers inside your aching cunt. You fail to stifle the whine in the back of your throat as you match the increased pace Johnny sets on Ghost’s cock.

“Looks like we’ve got an audience,” Ghost’s growling drawl makes you clench around your fingers, you should feel ashamed, you should stop. But getting caught only spurs you on as you add another finger into your drenched core. You look to your Lieutenant, his scarred, handsome face twisted in a blissed-out snarl as Johnny eases off his cock.

“Don’t stop,” you cry out, voice hoarse as you make eye contact with Johnny whose eyes are wide with shock, “Please, I’m going to come.”

“You heard her, Johnny,” Ghost says with a click of his tongue, “Put on a show.”

Your cheeks heat at the way he talks down to Johnny, but more at the way Johnny moans at the instruction, redoubling his efforts.

The Scot gets sloppier, the loud gluck, gluck, gluck of Ghost’s cock hitting the back of Soap’s throat again and again echoes the squelching sounds coming from your cunt as you try and match his pace.

You hit your peak with a wail as you clamp down on your fingers, pleasure rocking through you in hard bursts. The tightness in your core eases for a spell as you come down from your high just to hear the euphoric roar of Ghost coming down Soap’s throat.

“Fuck,” you groan as you roll onto your side, watching in perverted awe as Soap laps at Ghost’s cock, licking him clean before suckling on his tip slowly. Icy eyes locking with Simon’s hazy, blissed out amber ones before turning his gaze to you.

“Come join us, hen,” Johnny says with his signature smirk as he sits back on his ass, his dick still painfully hard as it slaps against his scarred abdomen.

“Yeah,” Ghost groans as he curls two fingers at you, beckoning for you to join them, “We need to talk.”

You’re moving before you can even process the request, you waddle over with your trousers and panties still rolled down, hands pulling at your shirt and bra as you discard them both somewhere behind you. You’re fumbling with your trousers when a firm hand catches your wrist.  

“Slow your roll, sergeant,” Ghost says, his tone serious as you try to look at his face, and not the beautiful dick bobbing between his legs as it still glistens with a combination of Johnny’s spit and his come.

“What happened, what’s wrong with me?” You ask in a hushed whisper as you try and replay the events of the last forty-eight hours.

“You took a grenade for us, you twat,” Ghost says with a low chuckle, “It was a prototype of the chemical weapon we were tracking.”

“Shit,” you suddenly feel itchy, like you’re covered in bugs, “What’s the damage?”

“It was some kind of pheromone bomb,” Soap chimes in as he traces circles over the skin of your exposed ankle, sending shivers up your spine, “Meant to drive people into a blind rage.”

“Instead, it seems like it’s more of an aphrodisiac,” Ghost adds, pointing between himself and Johnny, “We were hit too, trying to save your reckless ass.”

“So, what? You two just got started without me?” You scoff, trying to ease the tension coiling in your belly as you feel the magnetic pull of their bodies as you sit there topless, cunt exposed with your trousers tight around your thighs.

“We weren’t going to touch you in your sleep, hen, come on. What do you take us for?”

“Besides,” Ghost says with a sigh, “We’re not exactly unfamiliar with each other’s cocks,” Johnny flashes Ghost a dazzling smile at that and it clicks into place in your mind.

“Oh, so you’re not into women,” you nod in bitter understanding as you try not to feel rejected, “Do I just go and wank myself to death in the corner then?”

You try to pass it off as a joke, but you can see the way both men look at you. There’s an undeniable yearning etched on both their faces.

“Lass,” Johnny says as he trails his fingertips up to your bunched up trousers, “Gaz thinks we need to fuck this drug out, it’s no good just trying to wank the pain away.”

“Eloquent as ever, Johnny,” Simon sighs but the smirk on his face betrays any attempt at scolding Soap, “But he’s right, Gaz and Price managed to avoid getting dosed, this dumb fuck and I got too close trying to get your limp body out and got a whiff of the stuff.”

“We were worried about you, hen, we care about you.”

“So, you swing both ways?” You ask bluntly, after failing to find a better, less crass way of putting it.

“Aye,” Johnny nods, “And we’ve been sweet on you a while, just didn’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“But this bullshit kind of forced our hands,” Ghost adds as he flattens his broad palm over the back of one of your hands, “We don’t have to make any promises about what comes next, there’s no pressure from either of us, I hope you know that.”

You nod slowly, your skin burning as you try not to lean in and just kiss Ghost, you know there’s more to be said yet.

“We need to fuck, to survive this,” Johnny says as he moves his hand up to cup your cheek, his crystal blue eyes boring into you as you hold his gaze, “We don’t have to talk about it ever again if you don’t want to, but let us help you.”

“Tell us what you need,” Simon encourages you as he presses his nose against the swell of your bare shoulder as he trails his fingertips up your side, “Tell us what we can do to make you feel good.”

“Help me get out of these,” you gesture to your trousers and panties, “Then fuck me, please.”

“So, you two,” you start as Simon’s fingers slip under the bunched-up fabric to pull your legs free, “You’re an item?”

“Fuckin’ hell, lass,” Johnny groans as he bucks up into your hand as you squeeze him tightly in your clenched fist, “Do you want us to fuck ye or not?”

“Johnny,” Simon snaps in warning as he pulls his fingers from you, you huff at that, but Simon shushes you gently, “Look, we can talk about who’s courting who later, right now, we have bigger priorities.”

“Of course, sorry, sir,” you say without thinking and you watch as Simon’s pupils dilate at the slip. As if the ache in your core wasn’t painful enough. The way the tension just doubled has you squirming under his gaze.

“Fuck, I really want to go easy on you,” he growls as he grabs your waist, turning you around and tearing you away from Johnny as he sits back, legs spread as he pulls you onto his lap, “But you can’t go calling me sir, not right now.”

There’s a warning and a challenge baked into his words as you hear Johnny laugh quietly behind you. The Scot clearly privy to some in-joke you’re eager to find out about.

You consider the quiet, logical voice that’s telling you to just get this over with, fuck and be done with it. But the way Simon’s fingers are digging into the meat of your hips, and the way his cock throbs as you slowly rock your cunt along the underside of it makes you bold.

Or stupid.

“Message received, loud and clear,” you say breathily as you place your hands either side of Simon’s thick neck, thumbs digging up into the underside of his jaw, “L.T.”

“On your knees,” he grunts as you feel him push you back into Johnny’s waiting arms, you hesitate for a second before he glares at you, “That’s an order.”

You do as you are told, the hardwood flooring biting into your shins as you feel Johnny shift behind you. You’re about to turn your head and ask what’s going on when you feel one of Johnny’s palms on the curve of your hip. You’re pitched forward by his other hand pressing between your shoulders, forcing you onto your hands and knees as you look up to see Simon’s face alight with dark desire.

“Work her open Johnny, get her nice and ready for that pretty dick of yours,” he says, delirium edging his tone as he orders Johnny around.

“On it,” Soap says with a peppy lilt to his voice as he spreads your ass cheeks.

“We need a safe word, the moment it becomes too much, too rough – whatever – you say it and we stop,” Simon orders as you look up to see the tip of his cock dangerously close to your lips.

“Ok,” you nod eagerly as you feel Soap’s thumbs digging into your skin to expose your dripping cunt, “FUBAR.”

“Ok we’ll all go with that, immediate stop on FUBAR, you got that, MacTavish?” Simon asks the Scot, and you whine as Johnny nips at your left ass cheek.

“Loud and clear,” he hums in affirmation as he gropes and paws at your spread cheeks impatiently, clearly waiting for the next order.

“Good,” Simon says with a smile as he cups your chin with one hand and fists the base of his cock with the other, “Go on Johnny, don’t be shy.”

You’re barely given a second to think before Soap’s tongue darts out to tease at your entrance. The hot drag of his wet muscle makes you whine as you fixate on the bead of precome dribbling over Simon’s uncut tip.

“Suck,” he says as he presses the sticky head against your lips. You groan as you think of how Soap did it, hoping you live up to that mouthwatering display.

You do as you are told, letting him press his thick, ruddy tip into your mouth as Soap buries his face into your cunt from behind. You groan as you sink down on Simon’s cock, fingertips scraping on the wood floor as the musky, salty taste of his precome coats your tongue.

“Fuck,” Simon rasps as he cups your cheek, rocking his hips slowly as he chases the wet heat of your mouth, “How does she taste, Johnny?”

“So damned sweet,” he responds, voice muffled as he sucks hard on your clit, his stubble scraping against your sensitive skin as he glides his tongue over your swollen bundle of nerves, “Like fucken’ heaven.”

“Hear that?” Simon coos down at you, a sarcastic pout on his scarred lips as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, “You like it when we talk about you like you’re not even here?”

You nod fervently as you stick your tongue out in earnest, begging Simon to put his cock back in your mouth. You’re incensed, overwhelmed and greedy for anything these men can give you.

You try to blame it all on the drugs, but something deep inside you knows it’s more than that. You’ve wanted this for so long.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon says with a low hiss as he taps the head of his cock on your tongue a few times, pulling it back before you can wrap your lips back around it, “She’s a greedy little thing.”

“Please,” you whimper as Soap teases a finger inside you. He buries himself to the knuckle with ease as his lips wrap around your clit. He flicks and swirls his tongue around the tight bundle of nerves as the wet sound of his lips sucking on your sensitive bud fill your ears.

“What is it, love?” Simon asks with condescension heavy on his tongue, the pet name makes you clench around Soap’s thick digit, “What do you need?”

“Fuck me,” you pant as you feel Soap fucking a second finger into your tight cunt, scissoring and stretching you out as he groans into your sensitive skin, “Please, Si.”

“Oh, it’s Si now, is it?” He retorts with an edge to his voice, “Johnny, stop.”

You cry out in frustration as both men stop touching you, leaving you trembling on your hands and knees as the dull ache in your skull returns. You realise your error too late and you’re burning up as you try to make it right.

“Sir, please,” you cry out as your body aches. Your fingers and toes curl and uncurl as you bite your lip in frustration. The ripple of bittersweet humiliation has you clenching around nothing.

“That’s better,” he scoffs with a smirk before addressing Soap, “Think she can take you, Johnny?”

“Fucken’ hope so,” Soap says with a huff as he sinks two fingers back inside you with no warning, “I need to fuck you, can I, hen?”

You’re panting and whining as you look up to Simon for approval. The wet squelching sounds of Johnny’s fingers fucking in and out of your cunt loud in the otherwise quiet room as you feel pleasure scorching a path down your spine. You’re close but you need more, so much more.

“You ready?” Simon asks as he cups your face with both hands, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. 

“Yes, sir, please, I need you, need you both.”

“You heard her, Johnny, give the poor thing what she needs,” Simon commands as he lines his tip at your lips once more.

You’re greedy and impatient as you take as much of his thick length in as you can manage. You moan around his cock as Johnny notches himself at your core, the stretch already making your thighs tremble.

“C’mere, Johnny,” Simon growls as you look up to see the larger man grip Soap by the back of the neck, crashing their lips together as Johnny’s hips buck forwards. The stretch burns pleasantly as he sheaths himself fully inside you. You’re so impossibly full. The angle of their kiss has your nose pressed to the base of Simon’s cock, his wiry pubic hair brushing your nose as you struggle to control your gag reflex.

You’re a whining mess as you watch them kiss, tongues battling for dominance as you choke down on Simon’s girthy cock. It’s excruciating being held so still, so full of them, it doesn’t take long before you’re tapping out on Simon’s thigh, begging for relief.

The men separate with heavy exhales, a string of spit connecting their lips momentarily before they both look down at you with hungry eyes.

“Sorry, hen, you ok?” Johnny asks as he slowly eases almost all the way back out of you, the heft of his cock dragging deliciously through your walls. You clench hard around his tip, pulling a soft groan from his lips as you squeeze him.

“Yeah,” You nod dumbly before smiling up at them both, “Fucking amazing.”

“Such a good girl for us,” Simon coos as he lowers himself down to kiss you, teeth grazing your bottom lip. You groan as Johnny starts to pick up the pace, you plant desperately into Simon’s open mouth as he lingers with his forehead pressed against yours. A surprisingly tender gesture that makes your chest flutter.

He exhales through his nose as he rocks back onto his knees. He straightens back up, cock held out for you as pearly precome beads at the tip. You lap it up eagerly before suckling on the tip, tongue delving under his foreskin and dipping into his slit.

“Fuck,” Simon growls as he places both hands on either side of your face, pulling your mouth down on his cock, “Too good at that, sweetheart, giving Johnny a run for his money,” he snarls as he gently rocks his hips, feeding you more and more of his cock with every thrust, “God, you look so pretty like this.”

“Aye,” Johnny whines as he squeezes your hips, already starting to snap you back against him with such force you’re mewling around Ghost’s cock, “Look at that ass fucken’ bounce”.” Johnny’s last words are punctuated by the sound of your cheeks slapping against his thick thighs as he delivers two brutal thrusts into your slick walls.

You’re so close, the fire burning under your skin rages on as you swallow around Simon’s cock, breathing heavily through your nose as you feel your throat contract as he pushes in deeper again.

“Shit, Si, I’m close,” Soap groans as he slips a hand between your legs, two thick fingers pressing hard against your clit.

“You’re on brith control right, love?” Simon snarls as he swipes the tears that fall down your cheeks with his thumbs, you nod around his cock and he smirks to himself.

“Come inside her, Johnny, fill her up,” he commands as he withdraws from your mouth once more and you’re about to protest when he tuts, “Want to hear your sweet little moans as you come.”

Johnny pulls you back against him, fingers of his one hand still swirling over your throbbing clit, the other wraps around your throat. You cry out as he fucks up into you as Simon crowds you from the front.

“Come for me, Johnny,” he growls as he presses his chest against you, his cock firm against your belly as he kisses Johnny roughly. His one hand fists in the base of Johnny’s Mohawk as the other grips your waist, pinning you between them.

The smothering heat makes you gasp as your orgasm rips through you, your vision blurs as you clench hard around Johnny’s cock. You’re crying out, a whining mess as Simon ruts against your front, while Johnny fucks you in hard, erratic thrusts as he reaches his peak.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon growls as you feel the hot pulse of his cum splattering against your stomach, followed closely by the last few thrusts from Johnny into your quivering cunt from behind.

Johnny groans low in your ear as he comes deep inside you, his dick twitching with every spurt inside your pulsing walls. You fall forward into Simon’s arms as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

“There you go,” Simon says with a softness so unlike him as the three of you sink to the floor together.

You huddle there for some time, two pairs of lips leaving trailing kisses along your chest, your shoulders, and neck. They kiss one another from time to time, slow, lingering, as you bask in the affection shared between them. Rough fingertips glide over your skin, mapping the curves of your body in a silent display of affection.

“Need to clean up,” Simon finally grunts as you feel his come sticking to your joined bodies as Johnny’s come leaks down your thighs, “Then, sleep.”

“Aye, sir,” Johnny grumbles as he slowly eases out of you.

There’s a tension in your chest, the haze of the drug clearly abating, replaced now with an anxiety that threatens to eat you alive.

You finish up cleaning up with a stack of wet wipes you had in bergen to do a half-decent job at cleaning off the evidence of the evening’s activities from your skin.  You pull on your t-shirt and trousers before looking up to see Johnny and Simon are sat together against the wall near where you had been lying earlier that evening.

They’re also fully dressed, and there’s an ache in your chest that makes you needy for their touch, to be skin-to-skin with them again.

“Hey,” you say, barely more than a whisper as you slump in a heap a few feet in front of them.

Johnny’s curled into Simon’s side, head on the larger man’s shoulder. He’s barely awake as he looks up to address you.

“What’s up, hen?” Johnny asks, bright blue eyes glimmering in the low light. 

“Yeah, talk to us,” Simon chimes in as he pats the space to his left.

You crawl over slowly, unsure if you should take the space being offered to you.

“What does this all mean? For us, after all this, what do we do now?”

“Whatever you want, hen,” Johnny says, blinking rapidly to shake the fatigue from his eyes, attempting address you more clearly, “We don’t have to put any meaning to this if you don’t want to.”

“Or,” Simon rumbles as he places a hand against the swell of your shoulder, “We can get back home and see how it all plays out, for the three of us, together.”

You consider it for a moment, trying not to make a rash decision, for all you know the drug could still be affecting your decision making. But there’s a wholesome warmth burning under your cheeks as both men look at you with deeply affectionate grins.

“I think I’d like to see where this goes for us, if you’re happy with that?” You ask quietly, fear gnawing at your insides.

“I’d love that,” Johnny says with a gentle yawn.

“So would I,” Simon agrees as he pulls both of you tight against him, “Now sleep, we’ve got a busy few days ahead to get to the exfil on time.”

“Yes, sir,” you and Johnny say in unison, which causes you all to laugh.

It feels too good to be true, too easy.

But for now, you don’t let it bother you, and you fall asleep in a blissful haze as you let yourself hope that something good will come out of this. 

“Wait,” you perk up with morbid realisation, “Where are Gaz and Price?”

“In the next room,” Soap says with a smirk on his face, “Probably heard the whole thing.”

“Fuck off, Si, tell me he’s joking?”

“Negative, but it’s not the first time Gaz and Price have caught us fucking,” he shrugs as he flashes you a toothy grin.

“Well, it’s the first fucking time they’ve heard me,” you groan as you bury your face into Ghost’s side, heat burning under your skin as you try not to think about what your CO and fellow sergeant just heard.

“They’ll get used to it,” Soap says as he finds one of your hands and laces his fingers through your own, “Besides, I recon we could convince them both to join in the fun.”

“Johnny,” Simon growls in a half-hearted warning.

“Alrigh’, I’m just kidding,” Soap squeezes your hand in his, “Get some sleep, hen, we’re here for you, no matter what.”

You grumble in discontent as you squeeze back before hunkering down against Simon’s broad form.

Maybe it’s the effects of the drug, but your mind starts to wander as you drift off. You can’t help but imagine what it would have been like if it had been Gaz and Price in here instead of Johnny and Simon.

You fall asleep with a smile on your lips as you let your imagination run wild.

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Darling, I Would Do it Again

Pairing: Hunter x reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, injury, angst with a happy ending, language

Summary: After a mission goes south, Hunter risks it all to get you back.

Thanks @starboytech for the request! Birthday requests still open!❤️🥰🫶

Four walls, one floor, one metal slab you assume is a bed, one small chamber pot you’ve decided not to investigate.

One broken rib, three gashes, one puffy lip, one bruised ego.

You’ve been itemizing your surroundings, counting your affects, trying to keep some semblance of composure. It’s what you’d learned in med training, the effects of shock can be the sneakiest killer in a crisis. From the moment that Trandoshan had grabbed you, you’d been doing your best to keep yourself on the other side of a panic attack.

To say the mission had gone sideways would’ve been a colossal understatement. It was well and properly fucked. Truly FUBAR as Wrecker would say. What was supposed to be a simple grab and go of some cargo (and information) from a small collection of pirates had turned into the squad attempting to infiltrate a fully operational pirate base, who dabbled in trading and selling live cargo. CID’s intel had been dated at best, or designed for failure at worst. The last thing you remembered was pushing Omega towards Wreckers outstretched hands, as Hunter screamed, clamoring for you as the squad ran towards the exit they had blasted open. You were running, legs striding, until you felt a singe, then burning pain in your calf. The tranq was fast, your vision fading to black before you even knew what had hit you. 

That was, by your count, three rotations ago. The pirates had scarcely been by, only to throw food at your cell and offer vulgar remarks. From what you had gathered, you were the only live cargo aboard this section of the ship. There was no way of knowing where you were going, and no way of knowing what awaited you when you got there.

Honestly, you hoped Hunter and the rest of the batch had figured you a lost cause. You were vastly underprepared for any siege, and the danger these pirates posed to Omega made you sick. You had looked hell in the eyes before, and you’d do it again to keep them safe.

Hunter was, in Tech’s words, displaying the worst show of territorial protectiveness a clone had shown in his memory. In Echo’s words, he was kriffing irate. He hadn’t spoken since you were taken, instead pacing aimlessly through the hull of the Marauder, eyes glazed over, jaw tightened. Not even Omega had dared speak to him in this state, instead coloring pictures of their small family to give you when you returned. Tech had warned them that even with the tracker Wrecker had chucked onto the ship, they needed to be practical, but the look that flashed across Hunter’s eyes had softened the rest of the statement into a whisper. He was going to get you back, non debatable. Even as the ship blurred through hyperspace, tailing the ship to the best of their abilities, he had willed a thought to you. I’m coming for you cyar’ika.

One broken rib, one gash, two cuts, one broken heart.

You knew that even as the ship touched down, there was no way they were coming, you had hoped that even. Still, the thought that you’d never see them again, never lay in Hunter’s arms again, had you fighting back tears. A different pirate, a human man with a cybernetic eye that reminded you all too well of a clone you had befriended so many moons ago, had warned you that when they had completed inventory, you’d be taken to the highest bidder.

You hadn’t shown any crack of emotion the whole time, but wept the moment he left. It had all gone so wrong, so fast.

The ship rocked for a moment, a commotion coming from far down the hall.  You had seen large crates of merchandise when you had first snuck aboard, and figured something had merely snapped loose. It wasn’t until the telltale sounds of blaster fire that you had even begun to think about this hell coming to an end.

It was coming closer, moving towards you. The sounds of yelling and blaster fire and body after body hitting the floor. In a flash, the door was flung open, and you caught sight of the silhouette of Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker standing against the smoke and sparks in the air. 

Echo had moved to a panel near you, where you assumed the controls to the cells were held, and Wrecker stood near the door, ready for incoming threats. Echo had gotten the door opened in a mater of moments, and was now working on closing the main blast door to the detention area. Hunter had moved in immediately, taking one, two, three, big steps and closing the gap between you, careful to press you against his chest on the opposite side of your break.

“You came for me.” You wept, tears flooding from your eyes freely, “but Omega, the squad,”

“There is nothing in any system that could ever keep me from you, you understand? I would never stop looking for you, whoever had you would never know peace.” His words were rushed, angry, but his smoothing hands against your hair told you all you needed to know. Hunter was terrified, terrified that they’d have come all this way for you to already be gone, or worse, come to collect your corpse. You wanted to badly to rip off his helmet and kiss him, but given the circumstances, held back.

“This is cute and all, but we gotta move!” Wrecker’s voice came in loud as Echo managed to get the opposite blast door open. The four of you took off running, Hunter pressing against you as he cushioned any impact on your already aching body. It was working, you thought, whatever distraction Wrecker had planned and whatever interference Tech was running was working. You’d nearly made your way to the door Echo had opened, to what you assumed the rendezvous point was, when you were met with company. Most shots were met with a fast response from the batch, but a few were close for comfort. It was like deja vous, you were so close to freedom.

In a moment that had to have lasted no longer than four seconds, you heard Hunter turn around, before yelling “no!” And sidestepping in front of you.

The shot that landed in his chest would have hit you squarely, with no armor. You screamed his name, and Wrecker wasted no time picking up his downed brother, tossing him over his shoulder as if he was weightless. Echo slid into Hunter’s spot, urging you forward as you all moved to where the Marauder was waiting, engines already firing as Omega motioned you all foreword, eyes wide.

One shattered chest plate, one nasty bruise, two broken ribs. He was alive. He wasn’t wounded. You tried to repeat these truths to yourself as you worked on him on the tiny pull down stretcher the Marauder had. All your years as a med never made caring for those you loved any easier. You shakily applied bacta patches to the angry bruised spot on his chest, anxious to heal it before any internal bleeding caused irreparable damage. Tech is expertly piloting the ship away from danger, and last you saw Omega was tucked snuggle between Wrecker’s arms as he attempted to distract her from any negative thinking with Lula. Echo was up front with Tech, so it left you alone with Hunter.

You knew he’d pull through the second you removed the plastoid. Sure, his chest plate had been shot to smithereens, but it had done it’s job. Your own chest ached at the reality of how much danger you’d actually been in. How much danger he had risked just to bring you home. 

His wounds were patched, bacta slowly working its way through his body. All that was left to do was wait.

You weren’t sure how long had passed, the inhabitants of the Marauder had moved to a restful sleep while you were keeping a vigil for Hunter. He woke up with a shaking breath, eyes wide, hand shooting out to grip the side of the stretcher, your name breathing from his lips like a desperate prayer.

“Shh, I’m here, I’m here,” you crooned, leaping up from your chair and moving to stand next to him, hands running across his sweat-damp face and hair. Your own wounds had been patched in the meantime, and your sudden movement had made you wince, but it didn’t matter now that you had tangible proof he was okay.

“Couldn’t leave you, had to come back for you,” he breathed, his eyes settling as he locked with yours. He pushed up a bit, leaning against the metal wall of the ship while he focused on you. “I couldn’t live with myself knowing I was the reason you were hurt.”

“Hunter, with all my love, how do you think I’ve felt waiting for you to wake up?”

“I’d take a blaster shot for you for less, you know that,” he sighed, but offered you an apologetic smile. The two of you settled into silence for a beat, you simply tracing your fingers over his knuckles while he watched you, content to see you alive and in his arms.

“I’d do all of this again, you know. Wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, “What do you mean?”

“You know, to end up with you, to have you with me,” he brought your hand to his face, lips pressing sweetly on each of your knuckles, “I’d go through any kind of hell just for, just for the chance to have you in my life. Every banthashit choice, I’d do it all for you ten more times, cyar'ika.”

You had no words at first, just leaned over to him and tried to channel all of your possible love into a kiss along his hairline. The words came to you, slowly, and you murmured back, “I’d have them put me back in it. All for you.”

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[vodika-vibes]

Happy Follower Celebration!

May I request: Hound, angst/fluff?, white clover & anemone - perhaps Hound has done something wrong (or, quite wrong) to f!reader, and is trying to make up for it. I imagine perhaps somehow a romantic fubar, but could be anything. I'm mainly going for hurt/comfort here!

Thank you so much, and grats again! 🌑

I Promise

Summary: After Hound forgets your Name Day, just like everyone else in your life, you're feeling down. Luckily, your boyfriend can be a sweetheart when he wants.

Pairing: ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 1447

Warnings: Angsty but there's a happy ending

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted. But so you know, I got sad and teary while I was writing it. So...uh...sorry? Also, I tried to switch to Hound's POV for the second half, but I'm not sure how I did.

You’re mad.

Well. No. Not mad. Mad you could deal with. Disappointed, maybe, is the better word.

You’ve been dating Hound for about three months at this point, and up until now, it’s been perfect. He’s kind and loving, and whenever he plans dates he always makes sure that the both of you have so much fun. And sure, none of his dates are exactly high end dates like your friends go on, but you’ve never minded because the dates have always been geared towards having fun.

And you think it might be love, because you’re at the point where you can’t picture your life without him in it.

But this hurts.

You don’t have any family. And your friends are always so busy.

And you thought that Hound would be here to celebrate with you. But he’s not and you kind of feel like crying.

You shouldn’t have to spend your Name day alone.

And yet, that’s exactly what you’re doing.

Hound hasn’t even sent a message wishing you a happy name day.

And you should probably be mad about it, because you know he saw the date on the calendar and he even asked about it, but you don’t have the energy for mad. Just sad. And disappointed.

And starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you’re more invested in the relationship than he is.

Slowly you rest your chin on your folded arms, and you stare at the cupcake you bought yourself. It’s beautiful. Tastefully decorated with frosting that looks like flowers and with a candle neatly arranged on the top, and just looking at it makes the lump in your throat harder to ignore and burning in your eyes all that more obvious.

Your gaze flickers to your comm, as you check it one more time, and your shoulders slump. Not a single message. From anyone. Not from Hound, not from your friends-

“It’s a stupid thing to celebrate, really.” You say to your empty apartment, as you sit up and push your chair back and get to your feet to shove the cupcake somewhere else.

Maybe it’ll hurt less tomorrow.

Spoiler, it never does.

You carefully put the cupcake in the fridge, after pulling the candle out and tossing it in the trash, and then you grab the bag of take out menus. You feel awful enough that you’re not going to make it worse by forcing yourself to cook.

You dig through the menus, until you find the one you’re looking for. Greasy, salty, horribly unhealthy comfort food. You’re going to regret it in the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care now.

After all, you did just find out that you’re apparently not important enough to anyone you care about for them to even send you a name day message. 

You sniffle and wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, and then you place your order, enough food that you’re not going to be able to finish it, before shoving the menus back into the bag, and pinning the bag back onto the fridge. 

For a moment, you trail your fingers over your comm, your gaze lingering on Hound’s contact information. Maybe you should call him…just to make sure he’s okay. You hesitate for a moment, and then you sigh and drop your comm back on the table.

No. He probably won’t answer the call anyway.

You wipe your leaking eyes one more time, and then vanish into your bedroom to change into something more comforting. No point in wearing nice clothes now, after all.

“Kriff, kriff, kriff-” Hound curses under his breath as he dodges through the crowded streets to get home. “I’m so late! Damn it, Fox, why’d I have to stay?” He bitches at the memory of his older brother.

He slows to a walk as he reaches the apartment complex, and he digs through his pockets for his fob to unlock the main door. Only to pause when a delivery speeder pulls up, “Hold the door!” The young man shouts.

“Ah, sure-” Hound holds the door open for the young man. His gaze drops to the clearly labeled bag of food and he arches a brow, “D’you need the lift?”

“I do, yes. I’m heading to apartment 306.” The young man says, and Hound jolts. 

“How about I take that for you. 306 is my apartment.” He explains to the young man. Hound takes the bag of food, and offers a tip, before he summons the lift himself. 

He eyes the bag of food curiously.

His cyare only orders Manacetti’s when she’s had a bad day. But she normally also complains to him about bad days. Hound quickly digs his comm out of his pocket and scans through his messages, just in case.

No. Nothing.

No warnings about you having a bad day. No messages at all.

He stops in front of theapartment and keys in the door code while balancing the bag of food and his comm, and he heaves a sigh of relief when the door opens.

It’s been a long day.

“Cyare! I caught the delivery kid in the lobby, and have dinner!” He calls into the house. The quiet house. The radio isn’t even on. Hound’s lips turn down as he sets the food on the hallway table and quickly pulls his armor off, “Cyare?”

“You didn’t have to do that,” His perfect cyare says as she steps into the hallway, a ghost of a smile on her pretty lips.

Though Hound isn’t paying attention to that. He’s looking at her red rimmed eyes, and the tear stained cheeks. “Cyare? What-” He stops as a memory from several days earlier slams into him. “I forgot that today’s your Name Day.” He says.

Her lips waver for a moment and she blink rapidly, “It’s okay-”

“No. No it really isn’t. I’m…so sorry.”

“You were probably busy-”

“That’s not an excuse,” Hound interrupts, “Kriff, cyare, I made you cry-”

She hastily wipe her eyes, “You…it’s okay, no one remembered-”

Hound’s heart sinks, “…not a single person remembered?”

Her shoulders hunch as she shrinks in on herself, “...it’s a stupid thing to celebrate, really.” She says softly, though her voice is shaking, and Hound knows that the only reason she’s not crying is because of sheer stubbornness.

Carefully, he guides her into the house properly, and sets the bag of food on the kitchen table, before he slowly pulls her into his arms. “I’m so, so sorry, cyare.” Hound whispers in her ear.

“It’s okay.” She replies automatically.

“No. No it isn’t. We, my brothers and I, don't have Name Days. But I know today was important to you, so it should have been important to me.” Hound lightly strokes her hair, “I’m so, so sorry.”

She sniffles, and he rests his cheek against the top of her head as he feels tears soak through his blacks, “I thought that maybe you didn’t…” She hesitates, “That maybe this relationship meant less to you than…-” she seems unable to finish the sentence, and Hound tightens his arms around her.

He presses a light kiss against the top of her head, and then slowly pulls back, his hands coming up to cup her face. Slowly, he wipes the tears off of her cheeks, “Can I let you in on a little secret?” He asks.

She sniffles, but nods.

Hound leans in and bumps his forehead against hers, “I love you.” He whispers, and her eyes widen as she looks up at him in astonishment. “In fact, my love for you is undying. Forever and eternal.”

She drops her gaze, shyly, but there’s a small, genuine, smile on her lips, “You love me?”

“Undying love.” Hound corrects with a small grin, though it fades, “I’m sorry I forgot your name day. I’ll do better.”

Her gaze lifts to meet his gaze, “Promise?”

“I promise,” Hound drops a hand from her cheek, and he holds out a pinky, “Pinky promise, even.”

A muffled giggle falls from her lips, and she hooks her finger with his, “Alright.” She sniffles one more time, but favors him with a slightly watery smile, “I bought enough food for the both of us. And I have a cupcake we can share-”

“Oh no you dont,” Hound leans in and kisses her nose, “After dinner, you can eat your cupcake, and I’m going to dig through all of our stuff and make you a proper cake.”

“...you know how to bake?”

“How hard can it be?” Hound asks with a grin, before he ducks his head and kisses her, “Happy Name Day, Mesh’la.”

And she finally flashes a proper smile, “Thank you.”

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A Vigilante and a Gentlemen Masterlist

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A Vigilante and A Gentlemen

Rating: 18+ for canon-typical violence and eventual smut Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader Summary: You are an office manager and aspiring novelist. One day when you are walking to work, you past a construction site where the men began to catcall. With the exception of one who stops the others in their tracks. You find yourself intrigued by this rather mysterious man who calls himself Pete Castiglione. It helps that he keeps taking off his shirt in the summer heat. Warnings: Sexual harassment, fear of sexual assault, swearing Genre: Fluff, Romance, Drama Current Status: Ongoing, 1 installment has been posted. Please let me know if you wish to be added to the series taglist.

Series Page on A03

Completed Installments

Part 1 - Code of Conduct

Upcoming Installments

Part 2 - Untitled

Future Installments (In No Particular Order)

Rules of Engagement

Always Faithful

Hurry Up and Wait

Bite the Bullet

Devil Dog

FUBAR

SNAFU

#the punisher #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #a vigilante and a gentlemen series #a vigilante and a gentlemen masterlist