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would've could've should've pt1

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: A careless comment from Thor calls into question the stability of your relationship with Loki

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ | mature themes; the slightest bit of steam toward the beginning; angst; Tony and Thor having a very much "bro" type attitude and not in the good way; hinting at Reader's emotional baggage; the slightest mention of human experimentation [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established but private/secret relationship; Reader's baggage will be explained further in part 2

There was something rather peaceful in the routine you and Loki had settled into when either of you came back from a mission. Decompressing the night before the debriefing care of Rogers that you took bets on how long this one would last. And whoever won would get to pick where to get takeout from on your next indoor date night.

Your last mission was particularly stressful, nearly losing a limb from triggering a booby trap while retrieving intel about potential human experimentation from a HYDRA base. The second Nat mentioned that little tidbit in passing while you were unpacking your equipment from the mission, the god left the common area, raiding the pantry for a selection of your favorite snacks, and queueing up one of your comfort movies.

The one about a woman that hit her head and found herself stranded in a romantic comedy only to realize that her best friend, the one that had been in front of her all this time, was her great love all along.

When you got to your apartment, Loki was already there with the movie ready to play on the screen, and he even went the extra step to open and plate the snacks on the coffee table in your living room for easier access. And the cherry on top of it all was that he brought over one of his sweaters for you to change into, something he'd been doing more and more ever since you mentioned how comfortable they were during one of your missions together where you'd shared a suite.

"You know, I'm pretty sure they're watching the same movie outside," you mentioned, speaking around the wafer stick you were munching on. "Nat just texted me that she has Netflix power considering how this mission got us stressed out to hell and back. Wanna just watch it outside with the rest of the guys?"

The god shook his head, pulling you closer to him. "If we join them outside, then I would be unable to do this." He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "And this is my favorite part," he mumbled against your skin before proceeding to give you a series of kisses, increasing with passion in each one.

Suddenly whatever was happening in the movie didn't matter to you anymore, an army of butterflies fluttering near violently at your stomach as he wrapped his arm around you and maneuvered your positions until you were straddling him on the couch, your knees on either side of his hips. He kept his hand on your waist, holding you steady while his other hand buried itself in your hair before he licked into your mouth, letting out a decadent sounding moan when your tongues met.

He moved his hand to your lower back, changing your positions once again so that your back was flat on the couch, and he hovered over you and between your legs. You leaned into his touch, losing yourself in his attentions, until his hand moved upward, cupping your breast. That was when you broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," he panted, immediately moving his hand away once he saw the frantic, panicked look in your eyes. "I got carried away--"

"No, sweetie, I'm sorry," you insisted, placing your hands on his shoulders, and pulling yourself up slightly to kiss him, trying to reassure your boyfriend he did nothing wrong. "It's just…I want to be ready, really, I do. And I know it's frustrating for you it's just that…every time we take a step in that direction something in me starts running and cowering in a corner, it's not fair to you that--"

"Please don't apologize, darling, you have nothing to be sorry for." He righted your positions on the couch, delicately stroking your hair and giving you a soft peck on your lips before he stood, offering you his hand. "I think we could both benefit from cooling off a bit. Would you like to join the others outside?"

Despite having offered it yourself just a few minutes earlier, your stomach dropped when the tables had turned, knowing that you'd put a stop to something that could have turned out completely mind-blowing and possibly even life changing. Only thing was, when you reached the peak of a relationship, that was it.

The only way forward was down.

"You go ahead," you told him, walking toward your bedroom. "I'll just change into my sweats first…so no one asks questions."

By some miracle, no one on the team had caught on yet that you two had started seeing each other and had been in a relationship for the better part of the year. And neither of you seemed to be itching to burst your little bubble of privacy quite yet, knowing that the second the team knew, Wanda and Nat would be down your throat with questions practically begging for every detail. And Thor would be doing much of the same for his brother.

At least that was the story you tried to tell yourself. It was better than what that little voice in your head tried to scream at you every time he didn't take the seat next to you. Or when he'd drop your hand and take a few steps back the second he heard someone rounding the corner.

Loki gave you a strained smile, starting to walk toward your front door. "I'll see you outside then." Before you could reach your bedroom, he called out to you. "I love you, little mortal."

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, looking back at him with a contrived smile of your own. "I love you, too, Mischief."

A good few minutes passed before you exited your apartment, the movie paused on the TV and a rather lively discussion being had among your teammates. Something about Barnes' new girlfriend.

"Oh good you're here, jellybean, welcome to the circus," Tony greeted you, jutting his chin toward the empty seat next to Wanda. "Need your input on something."

Instead of taking the seat, you walked over to the bar to pour yourself a glass of wine. You had a feeling you were gonna need it. On your way there, you spotted Loki seated near his brother, giving you a minuscule smile and a tiny wave of his hand.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," you called out.

"Stark's trying to tell me the woman I'm seeing isn't all that interested in me because she doesn't want to spend the night," Bucky started. "Said she's just with me for the aesthetic of dating me, whatever backwards 21st Century nonsense that is. I'm trying to tell the rest of these horn dogs that maybe she's just not ready yet. Good things take time. Flowers need to blossom--"

"Sarge, don't ever say that line again, it's so cheesy you'll attract rats in here," you shot back, pointing your finger at the soldier before turning toward Stark. "That said though…I'm with Bucky on this one, Stark. Maybe she's just not ready yet I mean…not everyone's ready to drop trou and put out so easily, you know. How long have you been dating this girl anyways?" You turned back to Bucky as you asked the question.

"Three weeks? Give or take?"

"Dammit Stark, it's only been three weeks, give our boy some time." You made a show of facepalming before you picked up your glass, plopping down next to Wanda who immediately rested her head on your shoulder.

"They've been at this for the last ten minutes," she groaned. "Wake me when they put the movie back on." Meanwhile, you clocked Nat next to her, not so subtly massaging her temples in an attempt to calm herself down. You shared the feeling; this was such a common sense discussion it shouldn't have lasted thirty seconds.

"Well then perhaps you could provide some insight for another situation, Lady Y/N," Thor boomed from across the floor, swatting his brother's hand away when he tried to get the blond Asgardian to stop.

"Brother you really need not--"

"Nonsense. Lady Y/N seems knowledgeable on how timetables and relations between mortals work, perhaps she'll finally give the perspective I have been seeking."

Your boyfriend shot you a look, as if he was already embarrassed by what his brother was about to say, piquing your curiosity even more. "I'm all ears, Thunder. Ask away."

"My brother has been seeing a mortal woman for the better part of the last Midgardian year. My best estimate…eight moons," he began, your stomach once again dropping at the realization that he was about to ask your insight about…yourself. You gave him a motion to go on, placing your glass on the table to hide the way your hand had begun to shake. "And while it has been as you here on Midgard would say 'like pulling teeth' trying to get him to divulge any detail about her, something I have surmised is that she also seems unwilling to spend the night with him. Yet he claims they love each other."

"Yikes, tough break, Reindeer Games!" Tony winced. "My two cents? You're not just on the same boat with Barnes over here, you're the goddamn captain of the ship. Go on, jellybean, tell him."

"I-I…" you stuttered, your heart thundering in your chest from unwittingly having been placed on the proverbial hot seat. "Maybe she just…wants to be sure, you know? I mean…I don't know how y'all do it in Asgard but here, with some people, being intimate is…something m-more than physical."

You could see from where you sat that the raven-haired god's fingers were twitching, his leg bouncing as if he wanted to stand up and leave the room. You pretty much wanted out of this, too.

Thor waved off your explanation. "I completely disagree. That amount of time passed, I believe one should be sure lest she be wasting both of their time. Brother, much as I can tell you love this mortal, it is my expert opinion, which I believe will be backed by the men in this room, that your mortal woman does not love you. This is, as our genius friend Stark has stated earlier, all for the optics of having you at her arm."

It was getting impossible to breathe. How dare he say that about you right in your face like this? Thinking he knew everything there was to know about your relationship just because he was in one of his own?

"You know not the first thing about her, Brother," Loki hissed, speaking through his teeth as if he was readying himself to strike.

"I know enough," the blond Asgardian shot back dismissively. "You know I think the world of you, Brother, and after everything you've endured, you deserve every bit of happiness this universe will grant you." He clapped his hand on Loki's shoulder. "If this mortal shares not this sentiment, then perhaps your time is better spent elsewhere."

"He's right, Mischief," you choked out, your voice so small you were surprised it even traveled that far that it had everyone looking to you. "Maybe you are wasting your time with this one…you know, if she's making you wait so long." You stood up abruptly, making Wanda groan in protest when she nearly fell over to the spot you'd just vacated.

In what was probably your most poorly miscalculated decision for the night, you downed your wine in a single gulp, starting to walk back to your apartment.

"Hey where you going, jellybean, you just got here," Tony hollered from his seat. "Come on, I know talking about Frosty the Snowman's nonexistent sex life was a drag, how about we all drop it for now, I'll order some tacos and we can go back to grilling Manchie here."

"Or we could lay off either of us and grill someone else for a change?" Bucky groaned, throwing his human arm over his eyes as he turned his face to the ceiling.

"You know what, you are so right, let's talk about the big guy who has a lot to say about being the resident relationship expert." Stark turned to face Thor. "How is Lady Thunder lately? And how are you with the whole your old hammer chooses her over you thing?"

The conversation faded into a dulled roar in your ears as the wine begun to take what fleeting effect it would have on you, your pulse faintly thumping in your ears as you made your way back to your apartment.

You hadn't even been back two minutes before your door swung open again, the God of Mischief standing at your entryway looking a mix of concerned and distraught. "Darling, I completely apologize for my oaf of a brother, I had no idea he would--"

"It's okay, Loki," you cut him off, throwing your hands up as if to push away the conversation. "Maybe he's on to something, I mean you should be with someone who doesn't take forever and a day to be ready for something like this, maybe we should--"

In an instant, he stood inches away from you, placing his hands on your shoulders in a gentle but firm grasp. "Don't say another word, my love, please." He rubbed his hands up and down your arms in a soothing gesture; whether it was to soothe you or him was beyond you.

"You want more, I get that," you pressed on. "And I can't give that to you--"

"You are all that I want, precious mortal." He leaned in, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips before wrapping his arms around you. "I am already more than content that you've even granted me the honor to know who you are outside of our duties. This is all I need, to be able to love you as I have these past moons."

Tears began to fall from your eyes as your words weighed heavy on your tongue. "I'm sure there's someone out there more than willing to give you what I can't, it's selfish of me to keep you--"

"Stop, little mortal, I beg of you," he pleaded, repeatedly pressing his lips to your forehead. "Don't rid yourself of me like this. I don't care if there's someone else out there, they aren't you." He sat you both down back on the couch, cradling you against his chest as his hand rubbed up and down your back in soothing motions. "Please just try to put what my oaf of a brother said out of your mind. His opinion is entirely his own and it is one I do not share."

Your next question blurted out without much resistance. "Loki what if I never become ready? What if you really are wasting your time with me, you shouldn't--"

"Any time I spend with you, regardless of how it is spent, is never a waste," he whispered, stroking your face as he held your gaze. "If ever you decide to share that part of yourself with me, it will be an honor that I will cherish for the rest of my days, but I will never be the one to place pressure on you to move yourself at a pace you're uncomfortable with."

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, prompting him to press a kiss to your temple when you sniffled from the tears you were trying and failing to hold back. "I do love you," you mumbled against him. "You know that, right?"

"Of course I do, my darling mortal." He pressed his cheek against yours, taking deep breaths to calm himself after the scare your words from earlier gave him. He wanted to punch his brother clean across the jaw for jeopardizing his happiness with his careless words, and the stabbing pain it put him through seeing how deeply that opinion had cut you.

He started moving toward your bedroom, carrying you in his arms bridal style. Mostly in refusal to let you go even for a fraction of a moment.

"What're you doing?" you mumbled, making a motion to move out of his arms.

"We're going to bed, darling. Just to sleep, nothing more, I swear."

"Hmph…" you shook your head, the motion making the tip of your nose nuzzle his neck in a slight tickling sensation. "Maybe…maybe you should stay at your place tonight." Your voice was so small, so unsure of what you'd just said. The god stopped in his tracks, his body going rigid and making you immediately regret your words.

"Do you want me to leave, dear heart?" he choked out, his heart at war with himself as it protested against him putting you back down on your feet.

"No," you admitted, lifting your head from his shoulder and showing him the tears that had begun to redden your eyes. "I want you to stay, I'll always want you to stay, I just don't…" Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, almost sounding like a hiccup. "I don't want you to be frustrated because of me--"

"I'm not," he reassured you, resting his forehead on yours. "Being with you like this is more than enough for me. I need you to know this, my darling."

He laid you down on your bed before his clothes changed into his own loungewear set with a wash of his green magic, settling under the covers next to you and pulling you into his arms.

"Promise me something, Mischief?"

"Anything."

"If…and when…the time comes that you get tired of waiting? And you want to be with someone else--"

"Little mortal, not another word." He tightened his hold on you, as if he couldn't hold you close enough. "Please, my love, let's just retire for the night."

"Just let me get this out," you insisted. "Let me say my piece and I'll never mention it again. Okay?"

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Okay."

"If you want to be with someone else, just promise you'll tell me and leave me first? I don't wanna find out waking up one morning and seeing someone else with her arms around you and just waving it around for everyone to see." Your voice dwindled and wavered into barely a whisper, your arm tightening around his midsection, a part of you already refusing to give him up even if the day were to come.

"That will never happen," he told you. "Why would I ever wish to leave you?"

"Just--Just promise me anyway. Please?"

"Look at me, little mortal." He traced along your jaw with his finger, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. The sight of the genuine fear of that precise outcome reflected in your expression knocked nearly all of the air from the god's lungs. "On the remotest chance of that happening, I promise I will never do wrong by you. But I want nothing more than for you rest assured that I will never wish to be with another.

"Perhaps one day you'll believe it. But I will gladly spend my days proving my devotion to you. This…This I will gladly swear to you. On whatever semblance of a soul I have left." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours before pressing a tender kiss to the same spot. "I love you, my darling Y/N."

You finally settled in his embrace, resting your head on his chest as you began to let your breathing even out. "I love you, too, Loki."

Just the thought of history repeating itself one day had your blood going cold, feeling as if your very bones were shaking from the images your mind conjured of the inevitable day that Loki would leave you. Somewhere deep inside you knew it was ridiculous for you to even think that your boyfriend was anywhere even near capable of putting you through what he had all those years ago.

But that was the thing about fear. Sometimes it was rational, like jumping out of the Quinjet and having a passing scare that your parachute had a hole in it. And other times it was outright absurd. Like now. Thinking that in the morning after you first had sex, the god would have realized there wasn't anything worth spending more time with. That he'd have had his fill of you and now it was time to move on to better prospects.

It didn't help, either, that your overly cautious mind was yelling that the signs were all there. That it could tell you exactly where this was headed because of the dropped hands. The refusal to even sit near each other. The barely there acknowledgement when you were even in the same room together. Everything that had happened before with him…felt like a mirror image of what was happening now. With Loki.

And you didn't have it in you to tell him that his desire for privacy was slowly and quite surely crushing you.

A/N: Starting off another story from the request pile! This is going to have 3 parts, where both parts 1 and 2 will deliver on the more angsty part and part 3 will be the comfort/fluff. I know you asked for "90% angst", Anon, but hopefully 10k words worth of angst will do it…because part 2 is 6.5k words long 😳👀

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lucysarah-c · 6 months

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Sometimes I don't think about Levi fucking, but rather in the decorous ritual of the aftermath. I envision a Levi who, after passionately fucking with you as if there were no tomorrow, the veins in his hands and arms popping as he loses control of his strength, overwhelmed by how good you make him feel, how much he desires to give his all, to go deeper, harder, faster. This "before" Levi, utilizing every ounce of his power to make you cum as many times as possible, the "after" Levi of buried between your legs as you squeeze his head and tug his locks slightly painful of how much he's overstimulating you. The "after" Levi of sinking his teeth into any soft flesh he can find on your body, his hands choking you firmly enough to make your head tilts backward.

This "after" Levi is the one who falls asleep after whispering about how much he loves you and how much of a good girl you've been for him that night, only to wake up a few hours later. The room is still dark, he has a significant amount of work to do, and though he wants to stay with you, he knows he won't fall back asleep. This Levi, with messy hair, gently tries to ease out the knots in your hair caused by him, gladly taking responsibility for them. The Levi who quietly moves himself from your side, planting a final kiss on your shoulder before softly kissing your head and ruffling your hair. He can't help but quickly check your breathing, ensuring you're not a dream but indeed there with him. A soft sigh of tiredness mixed with reassurance that you're alive. Like a mother leaving a child in a crib, he carefully removes himself from the bed, adjusting the blankets over your shoulders. His touch is so soft that you don't even notice him leaving due to your tired state.

Once again, the routine of him grabbing loose sweatpants to put on, no underwear because his cock is till too sensitive for all he did—wild sex transitioning into soft kisses. Levi walks to the bathroom to clean himself, avoiding a shower since the plumbing is old and would make too much noise late at night, potentially waking you. This is his love—he is willing to endure being dirty for a few more hours for your sake. He places a hand on the door of the adjoining room, ensuring it doesn't make a noise as he close it to disturb your sleep, before throwing himself into his office chair.

A single candle provides subtle illumination, careful not to disturb you even though you're not in the room. He forces himself to find the willpower to read and work on paperwork, legs wild parted and tilted to the sides, perhaps with one thrown over the desk. 'Cause once again, he's sensitive. If there's still warm water, he might make himself a cup of tea but refrains from going all the way to the kitchen. On other nights, he might light a cigarette and let it rest on his lips—those are the hard days. He works and waits, waiting for an appropriate hour to finally shower, shave, because he's too pale, and his dark hair shows growth quickly. He anticipates seeing you wake up, looking at him, and playfully blaming him for your tiredness and soreness, all the while sporting a silly smile.

"Did you pick up breakfast? Oh, you shouldn't have," you'll say, and he'll complain about your tendency to oversleep. But the truth is, he loves it—him freshly showered, towel around his hips as he picks up his uniform, the tips of his hair dripping, your hair a mess as you move around the room with a cup of tea, bare legs, his shirt on and nothing under. He leaves, off to train the recruits, work, or attend to business, all the while thinking of the ritual of the afterglow, eager to return and find you sleeping in his arms, compelling himself to leave the bed once again.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 3 months

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Anything You Need (Supernatural One-Shot)

Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester x GN!Reader (no Wincest) / requests are open

Summary: The boys discover you've been having some... unpleasant thoughts.

Fic type: emotional hurt/comfort

Potential Triggers: mentions of suicidal thoughts and regret over not having perished to the MOTW

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Not that many things made you cry these days. You'd seen some shit, that's for sure. Mothers pinned to the ceiling in flames, vampires being beheaded, babies crying out for family members that wouldn't come home- and spirits that cried out for company and whose sadness waded through towns like thick, boggy, slimy water.

None of that made you cry.

Almost having the sweet release of death and having it ripped from you by your partners in (quite literal) crime, however? That. That made you cry.

The boys, they chalked it up to you having a near-death experience and copping a few new badass scars in the process. They thought it was shock at first. And it probably was. At first.

But the hours ticked by and you were ushered back into the safety of the Impala and, well, the shock wore off. You'd almost died. You would have been grateful for it, to be quite honest, but no. They took that away.

"Come on, sweetheart," Dean said, leaning over the back of the front seat to look at you, curled up and watching the window with a fairly dead-inside expression on your face. "You can't still be upset. We almost die every damn week- so tell us what's up, huh?"

Your eyes shifted from the window to the door handle. If you pulled it you'd fall out onto the road and get flattened like a pancake by that semi crawling up the Impala's ass.

"I'm fine," you replied thickly, not making eye contact.

"All due respect but that's a load of crap," Dean said, scoffing to himself. You could see Sam watching you in the rearview mirror as he drove along the highway. He knew something serious was up. It was only a matter of time before he pulled over and sat you down for a big long chat about your feelings.

"All due respect but I don't care," you replied back before the words had registered in your head. You regretted them as soon as they left your mouth and the clenching of his jaw and flash of hurt in his eyes as he looked to his brother for help just lodged that heavy stone of guilt further into your gut.

"Sorry. I'm- I've not been myself lately," you sighed, not wanting to get into this but not feeling as though you had much of a choice now. "You-you ever just... wanna die? Like, not actually die, but you just feel like it sometimes?"

Dean was quiet, looking at your knee as he processed the words. Sam's eyes flicked to yours in the mirror again.

"Yeah, I've felt that before," Sam said after a beat, avoiding his brother's piercing stare. "I get why you didn't, but you could have told us."

You dropped your head onto the car door, huffing out a grunt because to be honest- that was all you could muster right now.

"Fuck, I didn't know I was living with the Downers' Club," Dean said, scratching at the back of his head. He didn't mean anything by it, of course. Humour was his coping mechanism. He was quiet for another moment. "Shit, I- you know I'm not good with the whole words thing. Hang on-"

Then Dean set down his father's notebook and clambered over the back of the seat, landing unceremoniously next to you with a grunt, mumbling something about mud on the leather.

"Wh-Dean-" you said, moving to make room for him. He just shushed you, set his feet down in the footwell and turned you around so your head was in his lap. You looked up at him, melting into his touch. He put one hand under your head, bracing you and making sure you didn't get a neck-ache, and with the other, caressed your hair, massaging at the scalp.

"No good with words but I'll be damned if I don't know how to play with someone's hair. Sammy used to love it when he was a kid. Used to get these nightmares 'n nothin' would calm him except me touchin' his head. Little weirdo. Got damn good at it, though."

You snorted, but you couldn't deny the magic he was weaving with your nerves, untangling them and braiding them back together. You felt your muscles slowly start to un-tense, and your eyes drift closed with pleasure.

"We're always here for you, darlin'," Sammy said, reaching a hand back and over the seat to brush your cheek comfortingly. It looked like an awkward angle, and it was gone a moment later, back on the wheel.

"Absolutely," Dean said reverently, looking down at you with so much love in his eyes that you could feel it warming you up from the inside even with your own eyes closed. "Anything you need."

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peachy-cheeks · 3 months

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Kusakabe Atsuya A to Z

warnings: nsfw... and didn’t proofread… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

a/n: ovulating, rewatching season 2, and kinda fixating on maybe my favorite minor male character in jjk... idk i know there are more atsuya stans out here in hiding and i'm sad that there's more fic for like... idk... naoya... than him... like stand up yall, he's excellent, relatable, has a decent backstory, and i kinda wanna give him a kiss. anyway....

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Atsuya's disposition often reads as removed, cold, or unenthusiastic but I like to think of this in two ways: it's a defense mechanism and his job (unfortunately tied to his entire life) is conducive to him acting this way.

All of that to say he's likely the exact opposite one-on-one. Especially when he's completely disarmed by the comfort of his partner— he's the type to cradle and cuddle you, shower you in little pecks, gently move strands of hair out the way to get a better view of your face, and bury his face into your neck to breathe more of you in... You might have to kick him off of you to grab a towel before he falls asleep though.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it’s his forearms. He’s grateful that they’re used to bearing a lot of weight and can still exert a good amount of strength. It also gives him a little endorphin rush to feel the palm of your hands grip onto his arms for leverage and support.

His favorite part of you is a 50/50 split between your breasts and the inner plush of your thighs. The sensation of rubbing against, gripping onto, pinching, and biting the delicate skin excites him, mostly because he knows that he can always get a rise out of you from those areas. Truly he's indecisive, but he knows that the soft warmth feels much better in his grasp than the stiff, weighty tsuka (the main source of the callouses on his fingertips) he's used to reaching for.

C = Cum (What it says on the tin...)

I mean there isn't anything really special about his cum (at least he thinks), but he does love seeing it streaked across your face, glistening in your mouth, running along your chin and down your neck. Guilty pleasure is seeing it in your hair, though he sympathizes with how annoying that can be to deal with so he tries to avoid it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He absolutely loves when you boss him around. Not that he doesn't already listen to you or that he'd be combative, but he really can't help it if his pants feel just a little tighter every time you tell him what he "needs" to do or even get a little cross with him. Oof... and you potentially praising him for doing something right? Definitely a submissive side he has yet to unpack or even connect the behavior with, though he can totally acknowledge that you taking the reins gives him a chance to step back from the big brother/instructor role for once.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Decently experienced and while he wouldn't divulge his past escapades with you (unless you asked), you can definitely feel the experience in how he touches you. Attentive and confident in how his hands direct your body.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Indecisive on this as well but he takes deep pleasure in seeing you take control. If he had to list his favorite three, it would be cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and missionary at the very top.

I mean, he loves seeing you on top but he's a traditionalist and, efficiency-wise, he can reach where you need him most at a faster and harder pace with you under him. Missionary is also the easiest position for him to hold your cheeks between his hand to keep your focus on him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Again, someone who seems more serious than not. But when he's comfortable and in a non-life threatening situation between the legs of his lover, a tender side of Atsuya shows. Of course, it takes a bit of time... multiple sessions and hours really... of cutting through his reserved attitude, but after a while you find that both of your kisses, moans, and deep, vulnerable sighs are bookended by smiles and giggles. Maybe someone pulled a funny face or decided to give up prematurely on a strenuous position. Maybe you both have a moment of realization that the perfect person is fucking you and you can't help but laugh at your luck.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I have a personal soft-spot for this so walk with me a bit... chest, arms, legs... perfect sprinkle of hair... enough to give a very mature (ugh... dilf-esque) compliment to the toned muscles underneath. A very charming, dark happy trail dusts his lower abs and leads to a nicely trimmed yet fuller tuft of hair above his dick.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Recurring theme here... he's a secret sweetheart. Day-to-day and outside of a dangerous situation, he's a particularly dedicated, caring, and thoughtful person. There's still a reserved quality to how romantic he is PDA-wise. Hand-holding is fine, the occasional well-timed kiss— ideally away from students— is fine, he just prefers to be more chivalrous (acts of service) than overtly affectionate (touch). He's more-so worried about giving himself the ick from being a bit too forward and all over you in public (and in-turn giving you the ick.)

But... when he is all over you, the body worship makes you feel like the only person on earth. It's like he has an innate sense of how to nonverbally rectify anything you may have misread about his feelings for you (from a mix of cultivated experience and natural chemistry). Because he's constantly in minor disbelief about how you want him as much as he wants you, in bed he's very communicative, quick to learn all of your trigger points, and loves to hand out compliments:

"Mm... I remember. That spot's really sensitive... can I kiss you there?"

"Comfortable? Feel like my hands were made for holding you here..."

"Seriously don't get how someone can be as perfect as you..."

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oh boy... rare now since he's not away from you too often. I think prior to shooting his shot with you he had a major moment of self-discovery where you slowly became the main subject of his spank-bank.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Something about Atsuya makes me think that he's generally vanilla but would be really into subtle power-play. Not committed to the full dom/sub relationship or BDSM as a practice, but loves a little touch of friendly roughness. A hand to his (or your) throat, hair tugging, a few loving slaps, maybe even a little spit-play.

I think shibari/kinbaku would be the furthest he'd go. He respects the beauty of it, the amount of trust and patience it takes to do it right, the learning process, and how much you look like you need him by the end.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Traditionalist... nothing can beat a bedroom. Though the shower is nice... keeping you from slipping gives him a great opportunity to lift. The kitchen table is great too since it offers the perfect leverage. The couch offers the same thing too for a few different positions. Well... I guess as long as it's at home...

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your smile. It’s really that simple. Seeing you express any amount of joy, let alone share it with him fills him with a type of yearning that he can’t really verbalize. It just makes him want to be as close to you as possible.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Teacher kink... would indulge if you really enjoyed it but reminds him entirely too much of work 😭

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He enjoys giving and isn't bad at it by any means but you swear something very repressed and primal unveils itself when he locks eyes with you on your knees, mouth open, and doe-eyed. He tries to be gentle about it at least.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

This can vary since he enjoys almost any pace as long as it's with you. With setting a pace he really keeps an eye out for what he thinks you'd prefer at the moment. I think there's always a point where he can't hold back but he strategizes around and prioritizes getting you off... depends on how much time you both have. But hey, if the pace happens to start out needy and desperate...

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not against a quickie, but as mentioned, defers to your mood on how to proceed. For him, the most likely scenario of needing a quickie (because he’d prefer to just be late or cancel whatever was cutting into your time) would be on campus; a taboo that he hates to admit actually excites him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's willing to experiment with you and anyone he's had an extended relationship with, but frankly speaking the limits of his own risk-taking imagination run fairly short (apart from speculating on what places you two could get away with hooking up.) But if you can show him something new, he's likely game (though, nothing super bloody or violent... just not his thing.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He blames it on getting older but, normally, twice in one go is maybe the best he can do. Definitely exceptions to this... say someone feels particularly giving, there's a special occasion (anniversaries, birthdays, coming back from an assignment, a nice date night), or maybe you two lucked out and have a whole weekend, unbusy and unbothered, together.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He seems like a very simple, no-frills guy. But if you have any favorites to bring to the table, that'd likely pique his interest.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Atsuya aims to please so his teasing (just light petting, groping, and sweet whispers) is typically relegated to foreplay. Beyond this, he likes to give you very simple, sometimes curt, directions to follow while he’s fucking you. He doesn’t fully restrict you (most of the time) or prevent you from chasing your high but he likes to put small roadblocks and rules to bargain on in your way:

“Hey, look at me. Don’t touch. I’ll do it if you look at me. Mmhmm… keep your eyes here. Good... Feel good? That what you wanted?”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not loud, per-say, but does have a habit of moaning into your mouth, against your ear, or just against your body in general. Maybe he’s a little too shy to moan aloud and feels safer relinquishing these rare sounds to you only.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Atsuya definitely has an oral fixation. He deeply misses smoking– especially a post-sex cigarette– but he doesn’t mind if you indulge. Actually, he really looks forward to seeing you have one. Over the years he’s wisened up to the fact that smoke deteriorates the body but he still finds something enticing about the act of sucking on death itself. Especially the way you do it (of course, he does want you to live a long, prosperous life…)

You always offer him a hit but he’s principled enough to look and not touch… he also keeps a few candies in a couple of different drawers around the house, so he’s covered. On the more current end of his oral fixation, he loves sharing lollipops with you. Even better when you steal a kiss with the candy caught between both your lips.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Tanned shaft (that he loves feeling you squeeze against), darker pink tip (that he loves feeling you suck on), wonderful shape with a few prominent veins and an upward tilt. Girth-y and not unbearably long, but even when he's not hard there's a decent chub.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He would say he has a very unremarkably normal libido though you’d say otherwise. Again, he tries to reel back on PDA but when you’re both lounging around, cooking, doing chores around the house, getting dressed, and other regular daily activities he can get quite handsy and heart-eyed.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Leaves a bit of space (let's say an hour... hour and thirty tops) for a sweet and short make-out, pillow-talk, and cleanup but otherwise ready to sleep like a swaddled baby and will most likely be the big spoon.

#jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic #jjk scenarios #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #a to z #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #kusakabe atsuya x reader #kusakabe atsuya #atsuya kusakabe

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rusmii · 2 months

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omg omg so excited for the event. so okay first things first, im already 19, pushing 20s. anyways!!! of course I want Chuu! 😁 chuuya with domestic pregnant s/o (preferably fem. and smut right?) you know how raging the hormones are at that phase (hope this doesn't break much of the no plot rule) but yeah, up to you, whatever you're comfortable with. ig it will still be good eitherway, i just want chuuya 🛐 anyways im already excited to read what kind of another masterpiece would you imprint in my mind again 💃🏻

alpha!chuuya fucking his hormonal, pregnant!omega

reply: YES. OMG YES. JUST YES.

c/ws ° alpha!chuuya x omega!reader (fem.), afab terms used (pussy, cunt), pregnant!reader, cervix touching, petnames (mama, sweetheart), omega/alpha name calling, breeding, marking (biting), possessive chuuya, knotting, NOT PROOFREAD, potentially ooc bc it's smut and I get carried away w/him💀

"easy f'me mama – don't wanna hurt 'em," chuuya lowers his head, body folded in half as the last few inches of his cock pushes past the ring of muscle. he moans shamelessly above you — wanting you to know just how fucking good you felt wrapped around his dick.

you wince, his cock hitting your cervix from a-point to z-point. it rests comfortably on your g-spot, any short movement causing you to tighten around it. "hey – 'm said to take it easy. lemme fuck this pretty little thing, 'mkay?" he grunts into your neck, a wet patch already forming from the slight drool slipping down his lips.

your walls convulsed around him — spurring him on to move. testing the waters, chuuya gives you one swift shallow thrust before pulling out — bottoming in slow and deep into your cunt. "aghn! chu-uya!" a hic in your voice causes it to crack. chuuya makes sure to drag his cock across every crevice inside. the veins, girth, and roughness of it has you mewling into his shoulder.

"mhm - baby, you hangin' in there?" he questions: a joke in the situation concerning your dazed expression. "mhm," you nod your head, pulling him closer by the waist as his dick threatens to push through your cervix. he chuckles, giving you shallow thrusts. "y'sure? have a feeling that my cock is making you a bit delirious over here."

"yes - ah! - yes!" you moan — nipping at his skin until you are able to capture his lips into yours. it was nothing short of passionate and teethy, with tongues rolling around each other every now and then. by now, he was rocking his hips against yours — every drag causing you to squeal into the kiss as he hits that spot every time.

he grunts into the kiss, forcing himself to break it in order to clamp his teeth around your mating mark. "chuuya! chuuyachuuya!" "shit - fuck! i know! cum f'me sweetheart," he groans around the mark, his teeth digging further into your skin as his thrusts sped up. he knew that you were more susceptible to cumming faster because you were pregnant.

and who was he to deny his precious omega of that release? the base of his dick starts to swell, your pussy becoming erratically tighter the closer he got to knotting you. "mhm - fuuucking shiiiit ---!" he groans — his own eyes rolling back slightly as he bit his bottom lip. "ghnn!! CHU- alpha!!" you squeal, cumming from the intense swell of his knot.

his knot squelches into your tight heat with a slick slide — cum sporing out in copious amounts as he continues to rut into your cunt, riding out his high while you were edging into overstimulation. "alphaalphaalpha --!!" "mhmm -- omega – yer' pussy is fuckin' killin' me," he groans, your cunt milking him for all he's worth.

after one last hump, chuuya topples onto you, burrowing his nose into your scent glands as you two wait for his knot to die down. "pretty girl – my omega. my fucking omega and only mine, pretty mama," he places a hand on your belly, rubbing it as carefully as he could.

hihi :3 alpha beast!zai is next on this list 🤭

#𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗜⸸⸸#I LOVE ALPHA CHUUYA WOHOHOO🥳🥳#i need him breeding me every chance he gets #he needs to make me his baby momma #ill be the perfect housewife trust🤞#...𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦††#💼♰ BREEDINGHUB #tw omegaverse

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wrestling fic writers!!

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#wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fic #aew fanfic #aew fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #i hope this make some sort of coherent sense #despite being a writer im really bad at words lmao #i also dont know what to tag this with without clogging main tags so im going to trust moots to get this going first #just. this is a topic im passionate about. i love writing i love writers and having seen the wrestling fandom as of late really struggling #with this. we need to do something. even a little bit helps. actually get people leaving feedback and commenting again #supporting each other. we can do this together #dont let dreams be dreams lets fucking do this #just be nice and help each other out #im gonna stop now before i get overly emotional. if theres any questions let me know tho i think i got the main parts pretty clear here #again moots. im trusting you to get this started. im not gonna add my own shit here immediately this isnt about me #this is about the community as a whole #i also hope nobody is afraid of adding themselves here. you are all valid and worth the attention no matter what #just remember to also give if you leave something here. look at the previous links. look in the notes to find more people #okay thats it i need to make dinner now #lets just be kind and support one another. promise me that 💜#night is an absolute mess on main

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helaelaemond · 8 months

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Unwavering - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female reader

Word count: 2.8k

Fic summary: Aemond Targaryen is marrying a woman he likes for the good of the family - for the second time. He is loath to give up you, though, the woman he craves. After your first marriage ended badly, you swore you'd never be anyone's wife again. That doesn't stop you from being his first choice. Established relationship.

Content warning(s): infidelity, brief mentions of guns, drugs, alcohol, mild violence (not between Aemond x reader)

Rating: Teen

Notes: This has the potential to be a non-chronilogical series. Please let me know if you'd be interested more in this verse!

Tag list:@sylasthegrim / @myfandomprompts / @arcielee / @@babyblue711

You felt a soft kiss on your shoulder and smiled. Sun was pouring through the open windows of your bedroom and there was a soft breeze that lifted your hair. He was still here. He shouldn’t have been.

“Good morning,” he whispered against your skin. “You smell so good.”

You rolled onto your stomach and curled around your pillow with a broadening smile. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“You kicking me out?”

“No. But I’ve got things to do, too, you know?”

Aemond lay next to you and stroked your hair, his face close to yours on the pillow. You cracked open an eye and watched him watch you. “Can I stay with you?” he whispered.

You shook your head. “Not for long. For breakfast, though, if you make it.”

“I don’t wanna leave this bed.”

“You’re gonna have to at some point. You’ve got responsibilities today.”

“Tell me to stay, my love. Tell me not to do it.” He ran a strong hand over your neck and gently wrapped it around your throat, fingers tilting your jaw to the side.

You laughed quietly, sleep making your mind hazy. “No. I want you to have a wife and a family. You’ve always wanted that, but I haven’t. I still want to be me for a while yet.”

“You wouldn’t stop being you just for being my wife.”

You took the hand around your throat and brought it up to kiss. Aemond closed his eyes at the touch of your lips. “We’ve talked about this, for years. Decades. I can be your person, but I can’t be your wife. I won’t be anyone’s wife again.”

“I’m not anyone. Please, my love. Marry me.”

You stretched your arms up and laughed. “Not today!” But you rolled over and wrapped your legs around him and pulled him against you, loving him as best you could in the soft sunrise.

After, you followed your usual routine of showering together and dressing. Since your days of teenage love, you enjoyed the quiet of domesticity. Outside the walls of your homes, secret dynastical wars raged on their streets, but in your old house, in his sprawling estates, it was just you. Today was no different. He zipped your skirt and you buttoned his shirt, and you walked arm in arm down the street for coffee and bagels. You took a booth at the back of the café, although it didn’t matter if anyone saw you - you had never been a secret. Besides, you both kept guns strapped to you and knives hidden in your jackets and coats.

You leaned back in your chair, blowing steam off the top of your coffee. “You’re sure about this one?”

Aemond regarded you over his phone and considered the question. “Yeah. It’s gotta be someone, why not her?”

“It doesn’t have to be someone,” you reminded him gently. “You could go it alone. Well, as alone as you will ever be. You’ve always got me.”

“Yeah. But I want someone. I want a wife. And the wife I want doesn’t want me, so I gotta choose the next best thing. Besides, you know her family’s reputation; that’s nothing to turn my nose up at.”

“Ever the pragmatist.”

He gave you one of the smiles he saved just for you. “Aw, you hurt me, my love. I do like her. She’s got spirit, and she’s smart as hell. She likes the high life, and she wants kids sooner rather than later, and… and she makes me laugh. She makes me feel wanted.”

“I think most of the Crownlands want you,” you said quietly, avoiding his gaze. It wasn’t that you were jealous - how could you be, when he made you feel so adored all the time? - but it irritated you that this woman was able to give him what he wanted, and you couldn’t. One marriage to the wrong man had ruined the institution for you and now not even Aemond could heal that wound. Yes, your first husband had died violently at your hand for his transgression, but that wasn’t the point. The transgression had occurred in the first place. That was frightening.

“Don’t be angry, my love. You know it’s still you.” Aemond reached over the table and stroked your hand and you felt safe again. You held his gaze and nodded slightly. “It’ll always be you. You’re mine, before anyone and everyone else.”

You smiled, your mood improved. He had always been happy to declare his feelings with you, and even now, on the morning of his wedding to another woman, in a nondescript coffee shop, he made you feel like the most adored woman. On the middle finger of your right hand, you still wore the first expensive ring he had ever bought you, and it cost as much as your parents’ house. It was a gaudy thing, a thick diamond set on a band of smaller cut gems that you had chosen together the day after you killed your husband. It was Aemond’s promise to you - that no matter who else came along, no matter what the world threw at you, you would love each other before anyone and anything else. He wore a similar ring you bought him on his little finger of his right hand. You never took your rings off. His first wife had hated it - understandably - but she had got her share in the divorce when Aemond had refused to forsake you. You looked down at the ring and it sparkled. You’d had it cleaned for the wedding today especially.

“Are you sure me coming today is a good idea?” you asked after a long moment.

He squeezed the hand he held. “Yeah. I need you there.”

“She’ll be mad.”

“She’s always got something to be mad about. Besides, she knows the deal and you’re non-negotiable.”

“I don’t want to upset anyone on their wedding day, Aemond.”

He shifted his chair around the table and leaned closer to you. “What about me? You wanna upset me on my wedding day?”

You bit your lip and grinned. “I never want to upset you.”

“Then be a good girl. Come for me.” He rested his hand on your thigh under the table and you glanced around the cafe. No one paid you any mind. “Look at me.”

You met your lover’s piercing gaze and grinned. The purple of his iris always gave you butterflies.

“You gonna come for me?”

You nodded and gasped quietly when he rewarded you with a kiss. You could taste the coffee on Aemond’s lips. He wanted you, he needed you, and you would never let him down.

Your cousin begrudgingly helped you get ready for the wedding. She said it was indecent for the mistress to turn up, let alone in a green silk dress barely held together by strands of diamonds across the back, but you smugly told her the groom had bought it for you especially, and who were you to refuse a prince? As a precaution, you strapped your Colt Python to her thigh - it was an old machine, temperamental, but it made you feel powerful, and you had a more reliable weapon in your clutch, as well as blades hidden in your shoes - and touched up you hair. Curls pinned to your head, diamonds dripping from yourr ears, and Aemond’s dress draped across you, you felt more sensual than ever. When you sat in the pew at the wedding mass and thought of how the groom had feasted between your thighs mere hours before, you felt holy. You sat with his Hightower cousins a few rows back and even when the blushing bride strode down the aisle, Aemond couldn’t keep his eyes from you for long.

They were lucky to be able to have an orthodox service in Baelor's Sept, as everyone knew that Aemond’s first marriage had been valid. But enough money had been slipped to the right hands to push through an annulment, and so in the eyes of the Faith this was his first marriage. There was some humour in that. The familiar words were spoken, hymns and prayers recited, and after what felt like a lifetime, and no time at all, Aemond was walking down the aisle with the new Princess Royal on his arm. Sadness twinged in your stomach.

That could have been me. It should have been. He’s mine.

The reception was tolerable, enjoyable in its tackiness and extravagance. Everything was green and gold and the hundreds of guests stuffed into the grand ballroom of the coastal palace were drunk within the first course. It was how a Crownlands wedding should have been, though, and you appreciated it for what it was. By the time the first dance came, you were lightly buzzed and enjoying catching up with the biggest names in east coast rule, many of whom were old family friends. Business people and politicians, courtiers and property moguls joined them too, tying together the legitimate and illegitimate powers that kept the region affluent and fun. Most didn’t know where the legality ended and illegality started. By the time you snorted a line of cocaine from the chest of Baratheon daughter, you didn’t much care, and the pair of you fell about laughing in the bathroom. As if called by the sound of your happiness, the moment was cut short by the sound of the bride herself outside.

“Lysa, can you help me? This dress is a fucking nightmare, you gotta hold it up, okay?”

“You better go,” you advised the girl, no older than twenty-two by the looks of it, “before you meet the new princess up close and personal.”

The girl giggled and darted from the bathroom just as the bride scrambled her way through the door. The dress she had chosen was appropriately enormous, tight on top and blooming into an extravagant sept train from the waist down, and you weren't surprised that she needed three bridesmaids to help her through the door.

“Gods, I’m dying to sit down properly-” she moaned over her shoulder before her eyes fell on you. You patted around your nose, watching your own pretty reflection in the mirror. “Oh. I didn’t know you were here.”

“I responded to your invitation, princess,” you replied mildly. “Lovely dress.” You turned your attention to your lipstick and dotted a fresh coat on, pointedly ignoring the bride.

The second Princess Royal turned back to her bridesmaids and then looked at you, dithering between the two. There was a long pause before she turned to her entourage. “Stay outside. Make sure no one comes in, alright?” The bridesmaids made noises of agreement and the door swung shut, and then it was just you and Aemond’s new wife.

After the bride said nothing, you broke the silence. The powder in your nose gave you a brazen confidence. “You’ve organised a wonderful day. Are you enjoying yourself?”

The princess's eyes narrowed. “I’m not happy you’re here.”

“Oh?”

“I know why you’re here.”

“To see one of my dearest friends marry the woman he loves, of course.”

“Don’t play cute.”

You smiled sweetly. “You think I’m cute?”

“Cut the shit.”

You sighed and looked at the bride. “What’s on your mind, princess?”

“It’s real tacky you’re here, you know?”

“He wants me here. I came because he asked me to be here. I wouldn’t be here without an invitation.”

“I didn’t invite you.”

You pulled the invitation from your clutch and handed it to her. “Yes, you did.”

The bride threw it aside, angry. “Give up! I won! He doesn’t want you!”

You smiled at her sadly. There was nothing to say that could bring the bride any comfort. The truth was, Aemond did want you. He wanted you more than anyone and anything, but that didn’t matter to this woman. This woman knew she had just pledged her life to a man who couldn’t love her completely. She was angry for it. “He’s my friend,” was all you could say.

“Get new friends.”

“I won’t stand in the way of your happiness, princess, or his. Above anything else, I love him and I want him to have the most wonderful life. I can’t give him the life he wants, but you can. Why would I jeopardize that?”

It was the wrong thing to say in hindsight. You knew that the moment the bride launched forward with murder in her eyes. Her clawing fingers reached out, and she managed to get in one good scratch before you had her arms locked behind her and ready to pop from their joints. “Easy,” you whispered against the bride's ear. The acrylics on her fingers made your face sting, but the skin hadn’t been broken. “Calm down. Like you said, you won, you’re his wife. Don’t fight me for anything more, because you will lose. Do you understand me?”

“Are you threatening me?” she gasped.

You tightened your grip and the bride hissed. “Yes. Raise a hand to me again, and Aemond’s love for you will not save you. You want to see who he will really choose if it comes down to it? Because I do not have my doubts. Do you?”

Just as the bride’s whines rose in volume along with her pain, you let her go. You gripped under her elbow and held her upright to stop her from falling. “You got in a good scratch, I’ll give you that. But work on your attack, and maybe you’ll take out an eye next time, alright?" You smirked at the irony. All the more proof that you and Aemond belonged together. "You’ll need protection if you’re going to love him.”

“Are you threatening me?” the princess asked again.

There was no kindness left in your eyes. “Yes.”

You stared at each other for a long moment. The new bride broke first. You sniffed and checked your reflection before stalking out of the bathroom, not a hair out of place. You pulled on the diamond strap of your dress and you were close to the ballroom door when Aemond stepped out. His smile was so bright when he saw you and he reached for your hands. When he noticed the scratches across your face, his face darkened.

“What happened?” he asked, tender fingers touching the marks. Across the corridor there was a set of glass doors open to the terrace, and it was dark out there. There were a few wedding guests milling around but quick steps had you both hidden in the gloom. Overhead, stars popped across the inky sky. With your arm in Aemond’s, you found your way down garden paths and to the beach. No one saw you.

“Your wife doesn’t like me,” you told him, smiling. His face was barely visible in the darkness, but his bright hair caught the light of the stars. Your walk eventually slowed as your shoes crunched on the sand.

“She did this?”

You nodded. “It’s alright, she deserved to get in a good swipe. It won’t happen again, though.”

“No, it won’t,” Aemond replied quietly. “Who does she think she is?”

“The new Princess Royal, protecting the honour of her marriage,” you pointed out with a light laugh. “I’d do the same. I don’t mind, really. I understand her anger.”

“My love,” he said, his voice softening. “How can I love someone who hurt you?”

“You’re the only one who can hurt me, Aemond.” You wound an arm around the back of his shoulders and closed your eyes when he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know.” And he never had. Not with a hand, not with a word. No one had ever loved anyone like Aemond loved you, and you knew it. “You’re so good to me. What did I do to deserve you?”

Aemond rested one hand at the small of your back and ran the fingers of his other hand up your spine. “Thank you for wearing this dress. You look beautiful.”

You smiled in the night. “Thank you for choosing it for me.”

“Gotta let the whole world see how beautiful my girl is.”

“Call me that again.”

“My girl.”

You hummed and began gently swaying, moving him to dance with you to the sound of the ocean. “You’re my person, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. And you’re my person. Always have been. Always will be.”

Aemond’s soft kiss touched your cheek, and you sighed in bliss. “I love you, Aemond.”

“I love you, too. More than anything. Always.”

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whxre-bxby · 9 months

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Hi! Are your requests open?

If they are, I'd love to request a NSFW Mansk x reader where he gets possessive! Maybe reader wrestles with another recom and Mansk can smell him on her, which pisses him off, and he feels he needs to remind reader who she belongs to?? 👀

Thank you!!

(This is an old ask, requests are still closed for now. Back then they were not.) Thank you for submitting this! Sorry I changed the plot a little

Recom Mansk x f. Recom Y/N (x Recom Lyle / Lopez / Ja / Prager / Brown)

"Barracks Bunny: I Wanna Be Yours"

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Summary: The recoms have a hard time dealing with their Avatars and their needs. Y/N is there to help most of them out, but no matter how often someone comes into her room, her heart feels empty. That is until she gets closer to Mansk who shows her how much she means to him.

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, unprotected sex, scenting, possessiveness, teasing, crying, barracks bunny, cursing, penetration, oral sex, quickies, bond through tsaheylu

Word Count: 13,799 (holy fuck)

When you joined the military, you expected to be in and out in a few years. It wasn’t something you planned on doing most of your life but it just so happened to be that you stayed until you died.

You didn’t really have anything to lose, so when the RDA started recruiting soldiers to leave for Pandora, you signed up for the program. The journey to the planet was the hardest and most unbearable part of it all. Once you finally arrived, everything seemed to be great again. That was until war broke out. It was the entire planet against humankind. A war which lasted less than a day. A battle that killed you and everyone you knew.

That girl died that day, but her memories were given to you. You’re her Avatar, mixed with her and the Na’vi DNA. Life seemed different to you now. You had a new perspective and you had your friends back.

Before things got serious between the Na’vi and Humans, life seemed pretty good. You were starting to enjoy waking up in the morning because of the people you would see. Colonel Quaritch had and has a squad of highly trained marines. You’re a part of it.

Not a single person knew the other in the beginning but trauma bonding really helped you all get to know each other. You wouldn’t call every soldier in the team a friend. Everyone had their preferences.

Being stuck on Pandora day after day, working from morning to night was difficult. We rarely got time to ourselves which is why the tensions between many of us would rise. No one had been laid in almost a year. It was easier to find someone when we were regular Marines. But now, under Quaritch’s command, higher expectations were to be met.

But nothing runs perfectly all the time. This is why at the end of your time as a human on Pandora, you started feeling closer than usual to a few soldiers. Chemistry and sparks of excitement started becoming visible.

Having friends-with-benefits arrangements wasn’t uncommon, but no one dared ask or initiate anything within the team. One snitch and it’s all over.

In the beginning, it was all fun and games. You realised your potential interest in guys like Lyle, Mansk, and Prager. To be completely honest, most of your squad was surprisingly attractive. Something which you realised early on. Adding to your secret list, you liked Ja, Brown and Lopez too. There even seemed to be something attracting you to Zdinarsk and Walker but you weren’t sure whether you were brave enough to even attempt to go for them.

To your complete surprise, they seemed to like you. As mentioned, you would all just be joking around. Not everyone was constantly present at the same time but you realised you got along well with most of them. As touch-deprived as you all were, jokes became playful touches. Training sessions got interesting because many of them would constantly ask you to wrestle etc. Physical contact was longed for by you and them.

Eventually, you notice their behaviour change a little. When you were with one marine, they would frown when another came into the room looking for you. They had their own little petty arguments going on but what seemed to absolutely trigger the alarms in their heads was when you would be interacted with by people from outside the squad. Obviously, during working hours when the interactions were professional, it was fine. But the second a male soldier from a different squadron would start talking to you or even touch you in the slightest way, the fun was over. One marine from the Deja Blu team would instantly come to your side and shut it down. Not necessarily by violence, but often their presence seemed to be enough to scare others off and they knew that.

Soon, you started to feel like you were never left alone. Always with someone who seemed to escort you wherever.

When the great battle came, things ended very quickly. But waking up as Avatars, that’s a whole new experience. One which everyone struggled with.

Anyway, skipping past all other uninteresting details, things escalated when Lyle decided to make the first move. He decided he couldn’t wait any longer or at least his Avatar felt that way. This new body was much more difficult to deal with.

You were in the gym, doing your own workouts while sharing the room with Lyle and Lopez.

Lopez and you were both focused on your exercises but Lyle got distracted just 10 minutes in. You were wearing your sports bra and workout shorts. Leggings were no longer an option because they were difficult to put on with the tail. He was sitting on the bench he lifts weights on and his eyes were trained on you. They didn’t leave you once until you were almost finished. Lyle watched you do your pull-ups, admiring the way sweat glistened over your skin and especially the way it dripped down the middle of your cleavage. Your arms which were stronger than average but nothing compared to him, trembling along with your legs as you slowly lowered yourself back down.

Lopez noticed him staring from the corner of his eye while he was busy with his weights. It didn’t anger him, just slightly irritated his good mood. Lyle is a Corporal and should be exemplary to the rest of the team. If his self-control is crumbling then what can be expected of the others?

In the next second, he saw Lyle get up and walk over to you. His walk was different too, he seemed more tense.

Lopez rolled his eyes and huffed, knowing that Lyle must have gotten hard. But why in hell is he going to you?

“Y/N?” Lyle says, standing right in front of you. You peer down at him, your head hovering above the bar you were pulling your body up on. He didn’t look himself. You lowered yourself onto the ground, ears slightly pinned back because you didn’t get to finish your workout.

“Yeah?” you ask, pressing your fingers into fists to release the tension from your muscles.

You notice how Lyle almost seems nervous standing in front of you. You’ve never seen him like this.

“I can’t fuckin’ hide it anymore.” he says with a gulp.

You stare up at his towering figure, tilting your head with confusion. What is he saying?

“Just once is fine. Please. This doesn’t have to be a regular thing. I just need you right now.” His voice sounds strained and his body is tense.

“Wh- what?” you stutter, not wanting to assume he means what you’re thinking.

“Please- let me fuck you just this once. I won’t bother you with it again.”

Lyle’s words catch you off guard. He wasn’t joking. You knew that by how desperate and nervous he was. As if he knew that what he was asking was outrageous in a way. A request like no other.

But then again, to be completely honest, you yourself were struggling. Not just getting through the day, but you struggled not looking at Lyle while in the gym. He never has a shirt on when he works out.

Only now do you get an up-close look at all his muscles. The ceiling light illuminates his sweat-coated skin, making him look shiny and you have to take a deep breath to snap out of it.

“Lyle, I-” you start to say but you’re not even sure how to respond. But to your luck, Lyle cannot physically restrain himself any longer. You’d have to hit him to make it clear you’re saying no, but you won’t. Perhaps he can help relieve this unbearable burning sensation that’s been agitating you for weeks between your legs.

He is dragging you behind him and into the showers. Lyle isn’t rough with you, but his movements are hurried. You catch a glimpse of his erection almost piercing through his shorts and seeing Lyle so worked up for you has you wanting this too.

His hands are on you once you reach the showers and he presses you up against a wall almost immediately. One of his hands reaches for the tap and he turns the shower on. It’s pleasantly warm. Both of you have your clothes on which are more torn apart than peeled off.

Once you’re naked, Lyle groans and the sight makes him weak. He leans down to kiss you passionately, exploring your mouth with his tongue in a heated kiss before he just melts and buries his face in your chest. His arms hook under your thighs and he lifts you up to his height while your back slides against the slippery tiles of the wall behind you. There’s no time to say anything. Lyle just needs to be inside you.

He is peppering your chest and neck with kisses in a way to almost distract you from his real intentions. He is gently yet desperately bucking his hips forward until his prodding tip finally finds your opening. Lyle knows he’s on thin ice here but with so little self-control left, his hips suddenly snap forward and his entire length is pushing open your walls.

A string of curses leaves his lips while his face is hiding in the crook of your neck. He seems almost afraid to look up at you because a small part of him knows he should not be doing this. Especially not without talking it through with you first.

“I’m sorry-” he breathily whispers into your ear, but his movements continue. You can hear the guilt in his voice.

“Don’t be.” you answer before gasping when he bottoms out again. His ears twitch forward, wanting to hear all your noises.

Your heavy breathing, caressing hands and occasional moans filter the worries from his mind.

“Fuck, you feel so good-” he breathes out.

His mouth is hanging open and his hot breath is fanning against the side of your face while his hips sloppily thrust in and out of you. You’re eyes watch his thigh muscles flex and biceps strain. You can tell Lyle won’t last long and his mind is too clouded with lust to focus on anything but the pleasure he is feeling from you. So to help yourself a little, you slip your hand between both your bodies and start rubbing your clit. Just enough to have your hips pushing against his.

He looks down as well, watching you play with yourself and it makes his rhythm falter for a few seconds.

“Shit,” he swears, starting to fuck himself into you harder than before. It seems he likes the sight because he isn’t looking away.

Your head gently lolls back against the wall and you decide to pull Lyle closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. With the next thrust, he pushes deeper into your pussy than before. A low growl leaves his lips and at this point, he is desperately chasing his release.

Luckily, you’re not far from your high either. You arch your back off the wall, pressing yourself further against him. The new angle causes his abdomen to slide and nudge your clit with each thrust and you just open yourself to him as much as possible.

Lyle’s hands are digging into your plush hips, holding you in place while he continues to ruthlessly pound himself into you.

You feel your stomach tighten and your nails dig into the hard muscles of his strong shoulders.

He is paying attention to your reactions and body language and somehow having your nails scrape the skin of his shoulders encourages him to keep the same pace but deepen his strokes. Lyle is rolling his hips against yours while continuing to pound into you. Slapping sounds of skin have already filled the room and muffled your small whines.

Warm water is running down both your glistening bodies and you can occasionally feel each other’s muscles twitch after the workout session you’ve had.

You’re eyelashes are soaked and your wavy hair has completely straightened in the water, resting on your back.

Seeing you like this is a gift for Lyle. It feels oddly intimate to him and has him just holding your body closer to his.

“Lyle-” you whisper, barely able to form words. But he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. He’s close too.

With the next few thrusts, Lyle pushes you over the edge and into pure bliss. Your toes curl, your legs tighten around him, your mouth falls open, and your walls clench around his dick. It feels like you’re almost sucking him into you, not wanting to have him pull out until he’s filled you with his cum.

Neither of you have discussed this. There’s been no time. But it’s too late now anyway. Lyle’s hips stutter and with one last thrust, he buries himself balls-deep inside your pulsating cunt before filling you with his hot ropes of cum. You moan his name, gasping when you feel exactly how much he’s filling you up. He’s definitely ejaculating more than the usual amount but you love the feeling.

Your movements still and soon after you, Lyle stops desperately bucking his hips forward and stays inside you for a minute. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to steady your breathing. Looking down again, you notice how some of his cum is oozing out of the sides because he’s pumped you completely full.

After a minute of comfortable silence, Lyle sighs.

“Sorry,” he starts, still seeming to feel too bad about himself to look into your eyes. “I know I shouldn’t have-”

“Lyle, don’t worry about it. You feel better now?” you ask and he nods against your skin. “Me too.” You add.

He looks up at you now and receives a faint smile. He returns it, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out and placing you back on the ground. His cum was now dripping down your legs uncontrollably which reminded him of his other mistake.

“I shouldn’t have done that though.” he says, motioning to the mess he made. “We didn’t decide on that and I’m sorry.” Lyle adds. Yeah, that is another issue.

“It’s not a big deal.” you reply, waving it off. “Even if I get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be alive long enough for it to be visible.”

His ears droop to the sides. Not that he wanted you pregnant but he hated when you or others would say things like this. Even if he knew you’re most likely right.

“Besides, I don’t think the lab made the female Avatars fertile. So it’s fine.” you add, remembering them telling you that while you were still human. There was no point in it being that way, so they decided to just have you not grow any reproductive organs. At least not functioning ones. But it seems you can still have a sex life that way so you’re really not complaining.

Lyle seems hesitant about letting you go so he helps you clean up in the shower which you appreciate. After that, you both get ready and dressed into clothes while talking and he brings you to your room before heading to his own. It was a sweet gesture. Something you thought would be a one-time-only thing.

Of course, one can’t forget that you weren’t alone in the gym that night. Lopez had watched the two of you leave and also heard everything he needed, to know what was happening. You would think he would leave out of embarrassment, disgust, or annoyance but no. Lopez stayed to listen to you.

He wasn’t necessarily jealous of Lyle for being able to have you to himself but he knew what he wanted now and it annoyed him that he wasn’t the one making you be that noisy. A desire for you grew in him and once the noise faded, he left the gym.

With his devilish and malevolent character traits, Lopez didn’t keep the news to himself. He found Ja sitting at a table with Prager and Mansk. They seemed to be in a deep conversation and not far from them was Brown who was digging around in the fridge for some late-night snacks.

They heard him burst through the doors and Lopez immediately sat down at their table, interrupting their conversation and bluntly saying “Lyle and Y/N are fucking in the showers.”

That statement shut everyone up. There was a long moment of silence before Lopez cackled at their reactions.

“Say what now?” Ja asks in disbelief and Lopez grins at him.

“Lyle dragged Y/N to the showers.” he said.

“Does she need help?” Prager asks almost getting up, not sure whether you’re voluntarily in there.

“No, you idiot.” Lopez hisses, motioning for him to sit down again. By now, Brown overheard the conversation and quickly returned to the table.

“You saw ‘em?” Brown asks and Lopez shakes his head.

“Saw them leave. But I heard her.” he grins again. Ja smirks at the thought while the others stay quiet. At least Prager and Mansk have the decency and respect to not act like morons.

“She seems to have it as bad as us.” Lopez says, letting his words sink into the silence of the table for everyone to process.

“Stop fuckin’ around and let ‘er be.” Mansk says in your defence, not liking the way they’re talking about you.

Lopez frowns at his words. “Hey, don’t get all protective and shit.”

Mansk’s ears tip back in agitation but he chooses to stay silent. Not because he doesn’t want to oppose Lopez, but because it’s not always necessary to use words.

“Either way, I’m goin’ next.” Lopez adds and Ja scoffs.

“You think she’d let your dumbass?” Ja asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Wait until that fucking heat cycle hits.” Brown adds, placing his drink on the table.

They were told about that before you all got your Avatars. No one spoke about it before but it seems that they have all thought about it a lot.

“She’ll be a bitch in heat.” Lopez grins, flashing his fangs. That really gets on Mansk’s nerves.

“Quit talkin’ about her like that. She’s one of us, so treat ‘er like it.” Mansk growls.

“I was just joking.” Lopez says. His grin turns into a smirk and he glances at Ja again. “Wouldn’t treat her like one.”

“Unless she’s into that shit.” Ja chuckles.

Lopez continues to defend himself. “Hey, to her? I’d be the nicest out of all of you.”

Prager scoffs. “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. She’s fuckin’ precious.” Lopez adds, trying to convince him.

At that moment, Lyle relaxedly walks into the room with a towel over his shoulder. He spots his teammates and makes his way to their table.

“You lucky son of a bitch.” Brown snarls, crossing his arms over his chest while watching the Corporal.

Lyle stops in his steps, a foot from the table, staring at him. As if he weren’t sure whether Brown meant what he feared he did and if he knew, how?

“How the fuck do you know?” Lyle asks, not even bothering to try and keep what just happened between you two discreet.

“You didn’t even try to sneak away.” Lopez says, grinning up at him.

Lyle sighs, running a hand over his face to deal with the fact that all his friends know what happened between you and him. Not that he was ashamed, far from it, he just wanted to keep it to himself. He wanted to keep you to himself.

“Asshole.” Lyle murmurs, glancing at Lopez.

“How was it?” Ja asks, nudging his shoulder playfully.

Lyle stares at him, not sure whether he wants to share it with everyone but then he is reminded again of you, what you looked like, and what you felt like.

He scoffs, smiling to himself. “Fuckin’ heaven.”

“That’s it?” Brown asks and Mansk shoots him a glare.

“I’m not tellin’ you the details, idiot. It’s between her and me.” Lyle says, standing up for you. He wasn’t about to expose you to them. The moment was special to him.

“If you wanna know so bad, go to her and find out.” Lyle mumbles, speaking before thinking. As soon as they leave his mouth, he regrets saying that. It causes a few minutes of silence before Lopez gets up.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” he says, wanting to walk away but Lyle gets up immediately after him and blocks his path.

Lopez isn’t scared. He often likes to wind up his teammates and cause fights. So he cocks an eyebrow in a challenging manner.

“She’s fuckin’ sleepin’ and you’re gonna let ‘er rest.” Lyle growls, seeming very irritated now.

Lopez smirks at him, taking note of how protective he is being.

“Just cause she let you on her once doesn’t mean she’s yours.” he seethes, squaring off with Lyle.

“You’re turn’s over, buddy. I’m next.” Lopez adds, staring him down before walking away to his own room.

Once the door closes behind him Lyle huffs in annoyance and sits back down.

“He ain’t wrong, you know?” Brown says, taking his things and returning them to the fridge. No one says anything after that, everyone goes their own way.

The next few days you noticed the other recom’s behaviour change. Not drastically, but you can feel it. Lopez suddenly acted very differently towards you.

Oftentimes, he would just hang around you and keep you sucked into your conversation. Then there were times when he would invade your personal space but he never talked about it. He made it seem innocent as if it were normal. So you brushed it off because you didn’t want to bring it up. It didn’t bother you, it was just new.

While you were getting food, Lopez would stand right next to you so that your shoulders were touching even though you both had so much space. One day, you were fixing the engine of one of the helicopters and he stood himself right behind you, stretching his arms forward so that he was caging you in while pretending to help you even though you knew what you were doing. When he did this, you’re face would go red and you would look away. You didn’t understand.

Lyle and the others did and they were always watching his interactions with you. At one point, Lyle told him off for it but Lopez shrugged it off as if it were normal.

When you were testing new weapons, Lopez decided to once again hold you from behind because he said he was helping you with your form and aim. It didn’t really make sense because your stance and shooting was better than his. He didn’t have the authority to help. If anyone should have been giving you tips, it should be Mansk. This was his area of expertise.

Luckily Mansk was there and he was very clearly not happy with what was happening in front of him. Within seconds of Lopez standing too close to you again, Mansk grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him right off of you. Lopez stumbled back, starting to argue with him but Mansk told him off and made him leave. You haven’t seen Mansk so angry before. It made you wonder why that suddenly got under his skin.

He huffed in annoyance before turning to you.

“Sorry about that, you’re form is fine. Keep goin’.” he said and you nodded, practising your aim before taking apart the gun while he watched.

“Thanks, by the way.” You said, glancing at him shortly before facing the front again. His ears are released from being strained back and perk forward.

“I don’t know why he does that.” you say, rolling your shoulder before firing a bullet at the target.

Mansk frowns again at the thought of Lopez.

“You don’t need to let him. He shouldn’t be doin’ that.”

“Yeah…” you sigh, lowering your gun and reloading it. “It just seems harmless. I don’t want to make a big deal of it.”

Out of your view, Mansk scoffs to himself knowing very well that Lopez’s intentions are not harmless. He knows what he wants and somehow, Mansk wants to prevent Lopez from getting to you.

“Trust me, it’s not.” he replies. You listen, staying quiet for a few moments before shrugging it off and continuing. Mansk sighs, looking at the ground before unfolding his crossed arms and stepping forward to you.

He stands next to you, scanning your body to see if you’re standing like you are supposed to. His eyes catch a small mistake. He gently taps your elbow, making you stop for a second before you stretch it and correct yourself. ‘Don’t bend elbows, got it.’ you think.

“There, now it’s good.” he says with a small smile before his expression returns to its usual blank state. You nod, smiling back.

Somehow, his touch felt comforting. Mansk never pushed you. He would test you, but never interfere with what you were doing. He let you work and only intervened when it was necessary. Something about him being so respectful and gentle with you made butterflies erupt in your stomach, but you dared not to react. Then again, he was often cold and quiet, so you found it quite difficult to read him. There were times when you weren’t even sure if he liked you in a normal friendly way, but seeing him look out for you like he did today managed to change your mind.

But Lopez didn’t give up. He was needy and he used his knowledge of knowing your body was difficult to deal with, to his advantage. You get affected by hormones and other’s scents a lot easier now.

One evening, Lopez escorted you back to your room. He didn’t have to, you were fine but he did anyway. You still liked him. He did seem to be clingy often but you blamed it on his struggles to adapt to his Avatar. In reality, that was a part of the problem too. Just like Lyle had struggled with his.

He stopped at your door, watching you unlock it. When you opened it you turned the lights on before facing him again. Something in the way he looked at you had changed. He was leaning against the frame of your doorway and intensely staring into your wide eyes.

Being around you so much made him feel addicted to your scent. Your sweet scent drove him feral at times and made it difficult for him to concentrate on work. He knew exactly where it was strongest on your body and the lust in his eyes betrayed him that evening. You noticed his state and instinctively seemed to know what was happening.

“Can I come in?” he asks. This time, he isn’t pushy or urging you to do anything. Lopez sounds genuine and if you heard correctly, perhaps even a little sad.

“Please,” he softly adds. As if he suddenly realised how badly he’s been behaving to you. It made him feel guilty for taking advantage of your kind heart because you never told him off for it. He wanted to apologise but then again, he was really struggling to fight off his arousal. It did seem to upset him but he just needed you to answer, in case there was a chance you would still let him be near you after all that.

You take a few moments to think about it before stepping aside and opening the door wider. Watching his eyes light up in surprise has you feeling confident you made the right choice. He was an asshole at times but never directly to you.

Lopez warily walked inside, being ready to leave in case you abruptly changed your mind but you didn’t. You closed the door behind him and he looked at you, watching your behaviour to make sure he wasn’t overstepping your boundaries anymore. This time, you decided to initiate the first step, walking forward and gently raising your hand to pull his head down towards you. He melted against your touch. That was what he needed; you to make the first step. Now he knew he had your consent so he didn’t have to torture himself with waiting anymore.

That night, neither of you got much sleep. His harsh thrusts kept you awake. You noticed Lopez was trying to extend his and your pleasure until you both broke and it worked. The forced orgasm denial drove you both to just be rougher and finally, he let you cum with him.

He gave you the necessary aftercare, laying in bed with you for a while after you both finished. He did care for you, but both of you just needed to release some tension. That’s all it was. You kissed once. The rest was just pure sex. There wasn’t anything romantic about it but you didn’t mind. You didn’t want that with him. He’s your friend.

But Lopez left after a while, knowing you’d both get in trouble if he would be seen leaving your room in the morning. Again, you didn’t mind. You like him, but not in the way that you would want to cuddle and sleep in the same bed as him.

Now, do you think that Lopez kept his mouth shut after that evening with you?

Do you?

Do you really?

No, of course not. Why would he? The next day already he was bragging to Brown and Ja about it.

Lyle saw him cackling and Lopez seemed happier than usual. Too happy for Lyle’s liking. So he went closer, pretending to busy himself with anything else while listening to what they were saying.

“No way. She let you?” Ja asked. Lyle frowned, continuing to eavesdrop on his colleagues.

“Yeah. Wait, why are you surprised?” Lopez replied taking offence and nudging Ja’s chest, making him stumble a step back.

“Just thought Y/N had higher standards.” Brown chuckled.

“Yeah, high enough to not let you pass.” Lopez argued. Insults got under his skin very easily.

“We’ll see.” Brown grins, walking away.

Lyle is pissed off now too. No way did Lopez lay hands on you. He didn’t want to believe it but then again, it was out of his hands. In a way, he wished he could have been the only one to experience you in that way, but it’s not up to him. To Lyle, you’re still out of his league in his eyes. If what they said was true then he knows you’re just doing it for shits and giggles. There’s nothing romantic behind it and now, it doesn’t seem to bother him anymore. Who can stop someone from having a little fun?

He walks away, shaking his head and sitting back down at his table with Mansk, Prager and Fike.

“What?” Fike asks, noticing his friend has something on his mind. Mansk noticed it too but decided against pointing it out.

“Lopez wasn’t messin’ around.” Lyle says, scoffing before taking a sip of his drink.

“What do you mean?” Prager asks, dropping the spoon of his soup to listen.

“He actually managed to somehow persuade Y/N to sleep with him.” Lyle says in a casual manner.

Fike laughs, glancing around the room to find Lopez still talking to Ja. “No way.”

Mansk’s ears have tipped back again. He stopped eating and his fingers tightened around the cutlery he was holding. His own eyes raised and found Lopez, glaring daggers into his back. Lopez seemed to feel the eyes on him, turning around and looking at Mansk before grinning evilly and turning back around.

Mansk never had a problem with his teammate until now. He had to really fight off the urge to go up to him and punch him. His sudden craving for violence surprised him because this never happened. Mansk was only violent when it was required of him.

Knowing that an idiot like Lopez had laid his filthy hands on your beautiful body had Mansk boiling with anger. The conversation on the table had faded from his hearing and all he could hear was his thoughts and the clock ticking in the background. Without any hesitation, he got up, leaving his food behind and leaving the room. His friends watched him but didn’t say anything because he left calmly. Mansk doesn’t storm out of rooms, his temper is too good for that.

A week went by now and you have received numerous visits from other recoms. Brown invited you to his room, saying he thinks he found something of yours. Once you entered and asked what it was, he seemed confused that you hadn’t caught on to the fairly obvious request he had. He didn’t actually have anything of yours in his room.

You weren’t used to this. All the sudden attention from everyone. Well not everyone, but many recoms.

You asked him why he didn’t go and ask Zdinarsk or Walker to help him, but Brown just raised his eyebrow and gave you the ‘Are you serious?’ look.

“Not to be rude, but you’re the hottest one here. I’d rather just bear through it than ask them.” Brown says. You know that Walker and Z-Dog would probably just laugh at him, just like they would laugh at all the others. It did seem like he was taking advantage of your willingness to help.

“So I’m your only option?” You ask, not seeming convinced.

“No, Y/N you’re not an option. I’ve fuckin’ dreamed of you like this.” he says, trying to emphasize how bad he has it for you. Brown wasn’t being rude or pushy either. He spoke his words with humour.

You decided to help Brown. I mean, why let him suffer? What do you have to lose? It won’t hurt either of you and you usually get a kick out of it.

By the end of the week, just over half the team had been at your door, begging for you to help them out the way you helped the others. It was almost becoming a routine. One you would never get used to.

But one night, you lay in bed and looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling upset. You felt a little used, but not neglected. Lyle, Lopez, Brown, Ja, and Prager all made sure to show you how much they cared for you. But you were not used to doing something so intimate with someone you didn’t have romantic feelings for.

You also had them all cum outside of you, just to make sure the chances of becoming a mother were being minimised.

At first, it seemed funny to you, but now it confused you. The tough girl you are, you just shrugged it off and went to sleep. They were all nice to you and took care of you when you were done. Not a single soldier just left you afterwards. But something about it still left your heart feeling empty.

To deal with your worries, you decided to try Ja’s strategy and fuck them away. You’re not sure if that will work.

The training routines continued and you were told to spend more time practicing your firearm skills. Those were Quaritch’s orders. You need Mansk to help you out with that.

You’re weekly sessions with him were thereby doubled and Mansk started showing you everything you needed to know about your weapons and their handling. It started off really well. He explained everything to you and you seemed to almost instantly understand. You cherished the small moments with him, like when he would hold your arm to keep your aim straight or when he would readjust your hands with his so that you would be holding the gun straight.

It just so happened to be that Mansk became your comfort person. He was your safe space and you looked forward to seeing him. Of course, you didn’t tell him that. He still intimidated you but there were rare occasions when his stern stare would falter and his expression would soften. You noted this only happened with you and it made your heart race. But you were basically a professional when it came to jumping to conclusions, so you decided to lay low.

Today was another day you would spend mostly with Mansk. Every recom had their area of expertise. Guns and firearms were his.

You were sitting next to each other and Mansk was watching you disassemble your weapon. You have to know what it’s made of, how it’s built and how to put it together and take it apart to be able to properly use it.

The first few bits came off and within a minute, you had taken apart the entire assault rifle. Now you just had to put it all together again. Mansk was intently watching your movements, staying silent to let you concentrate. You started to realise that the quietness of his presence was comfortable and perhaps even the opposite of awkward.

But today you were having a bad day. You’re worries and occasional self-consciousness were infecting your thoughts, so you had a hard time focusing and remembering what to do. Mansk noticed you become unsure of what you were doing so he gave you the next piece, to help you out. You flashed him a small smile before putting it on but it just kept repeating. Your hands started trembling so you rested them on your lap to prevent him from seeing.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it.” you groan, wiping your hand over your face before covering your mouth to hide a small yawn.

“Hey, you managed last time. Try again.” Mansk says, taking your hand to show you how to hold it properly before letting you do your thing. You look down at all the remaining pieces and pick up the wrong one, trying to fit it on but it won’t work.

You sigh, once again dropping your hands in defeat. It’s becoming frustrating but you know it’s because you can’t concentrate. In an attempt to ground yourself in reality and away from your thoughts, your body starts to tip sideways and your head nudges Mansk’s shoulder. He stays still for a few seconds before softly peering down at you. Your half-lidded eyes and droopy ears give your current state away.

“Didn’t sleep much?” he asks with a small chuckle. He thought it might help you lighten up and have you return to your good mood but your body just tensed. You lift your tired head from his strong shoulder, looking at him to see whether you heard him right.

He gets up, slowly taking the bits and pieces from your hands. You watch him closely while your thoughts run wild. ‘Does he know?’ ‘Did they tell him?’.

He flashes you a knowing smirk before turning around to put away the half-finished weapon. Mansk didn’t have bad intentions. Yes, he knew what you and his friends were doing but he didn’t think badly of you. To Mansk, you were still you. The girl he would quietly admire from afar and protect when it was necessary. It’s out of his comfort zone to act on his feelings. But there is more to him than to the other recoms. Mansk genuinely likes you.

Yep, he knows. Your heart sinks and suddenly, you feel dirty, ashamed and embarrassed. You like Mansk and think that he must think badly of you know. I mean, how could he not? You’ve basically fucked all his friends. It makes you feel like a slut. Someone never to be taken seriously again.

He turns to face you again with a faint smile on his face, wanting to show you that he finished putting your gun back together again but he doesn’t see you smiling or laughing.

You’re still sitting where you were, but you’re body seemed to be cramped closer together. He noticed your head hung low and your hand was covering your face while your ears were pinned back and your body trembled with uneven inhales and sobs.

He immediately regretted his actions and choice of words. The gun was put back and he slowly neared you again, thinking of what to do. He couldn’t believe that he made you cry and god, he resented himself for it. Seeing you so fragile and upset made his heart ache.

“Y/N, I-” he starts to say but you shake your head.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, still refusing to look at him.

Mansk can see your tears drop down on your thighs, staining the fabric of your pants. His ears perk at your words.

“What for? I’m the one that hurt you.” he says, running a hand over his head. Never has he regretted something in his life as much as now.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Mansk.” You sob, referring to your hook-up sessions with the others.

He lets you speak, in case there is something you want to get off your chest. To somehow help you, he takes a seat next to you again, but he isn’t sure whether it will do much because he is the one who made you cry in the first place.

“I just feel so stupid and slutty for doing all that.” you manage to push the words out through trembling lips. You don’t know why you’re telling him, but it doesn’t feel wrong. Mansk wouldn’t go and share this with others. He prefers to keep things to himself.

“I am stupid for whining about it now.” you add.

His eyes are saddened at the thought of you hating yourself. He wishes you could see what you look like in his eyes.

“Don’t say that.” he says. His voice is soft and comforting now. It almost feels like a blanket just wraps itself around you and protects you when he speaks.

You sigh before looking up at him. Mansk looks guilty and disappointed in himself which makes you feel bad for falling apart in front of him. You didn’t want him blaming himself for your mental instability.

When he sees your red, glassy eyes, wettened eyelashes and tear-stained cheeks his shoulders slump in further disappointment and his ears droop.

“Mansk, it’s not your fault. I needed to let it out for a while now.” You say softly. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks down and you can see he is in deep thought. His eyebrows are furrowed and his tail is unnaturally still.

To somehow help him, you lean against him again, this time fully relaxing against his side. Mansk doesn’t relax, his body tenses at the physical contact. Something you both exchange very rarely.

“I didn’t want to cry in front of anyone else. Or alone.” You say, wrapping your arms around his larger one while you both sit in silence next to one another. After a minute, you feel Mansk’s tension slowly fade until you’re both comfortable.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, he does. He just isn’t used to it, especially not from someone he really likes, like you. Mansk doesn’t see why or how you could like him, but he won’t push you away when you look so comfortable and calm with him. It does something to him. Deep inside, it seems to bring some life to his cold and neglected heart.

“Thank you.” You whisper after a while. He looks down at you, wondering what you mean. You can feel his confusion and it makes you smile, so you look up to meet his gaze.

“For being you. I needed this.” you say.

He’s still staring down at you with widened eyes, but his gaze shifts from confusion to adoration and you can see it.

You know that Mansk is a confident person but he is unsure of himself when it comes to him as a person. To make him understand you, you decide to just phrase it as boldly as possible.

“I like spending time with you. You make me feel safe.” you say. You’re words grow softer and almost break into a whisper before you look down again and lean your head against his bicep.

Meanwhile, Mansk’s heart has now sprung to life and is racing. He can’t believe what you just said. You like being with him? It’s something he can’t really understand, but he knows you aren’t lying. Hearing those words makes him feel a sense of pride in his chest because he knows very well that you didn’t say anything along those lines to the others. You feel like this just around him. This moment will forever be remembered by him and he will use it to calm himself and make himself feel better whenever necessary.

Mansk was able to smell the faint scent of another recom on you now and before. He wasn’t angry but he hated that they had still tainted you like this. It weakened your sweet scent which he looked forward to feeling every day. But again, now you were with him, not them.

After another few minutes of just relaxing in each other’s presence, your eyes meet the clock and you realise how late it is.

“It’s getting late.” You say, slowly unwrapping your arms from his one. The loss of your body warmth makes him long for it now. “I should go.”

He nods, watching you slowly get up.

“Thanks again, Manks.” You smile at him, grabbing your vest before walking to the door. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” he replies, watching you close the door behind you and leave. Now that you were gone, he realised he found your presence comforting too. You both equally muted each other's negative thoughts. Like it was meant to be.

The next day, Quaritch cancelled your time in the weaponry room with Mansk and told you to join Lopez, Ja, and Fike in regular training. You weren’t going to disobey his orders so you went.

It was tough, not only pushing through all the physical work but also dealing with the teasing, especially Ja and Lopez put you through.

When you were doing push-ups, Lopez sat himself in front of you and kept trying to fluster you with praise and pet names.

“Just like that, good job, babygirl.” he grinned, watching your concentration falter and break.

“Shut up.” you breathe out, trying to reach your goal.

“Come on you’re so close, don’t stop now.” he coos and you groan out in frustration, trying to stay composed. After your pleasant interaction with Mansk, nothing anyone did really got to you anymore. A week or two ago, this would have made you a blushing mess. But now, Lopez seemed to just get on your nerves. You still liked him as a friend, but he was also the type of friend who could use an occasional punch to the face.

Mansk walked past the gym with Lyle and the Colonel. Quaritch was telling them about the mission and they all paused to look at the four of you work out. It was pretty clear that you and Fike were the only ones really doing much. Lopez and Ja were constantly hanging around you.

Mansk automatically searched for you and his ears tipped back in irritation when he saw them hanging around you. Lopez had his typical grin on his face and Ja seemed too amused for his liking. They were both watching you struggle and he could see that they were commenting on what you were doing. His eyes also caught on to the way you glared at them, which made him want to go in there and remove them from the room to leave you in peace. But it wasn’t up to him.

Luckily, Quaritch spotted their little game too and opened the large gym door, barking orders at them.

“If I don’t see the two of you as tired and hard-workin’ as Y/N I’ll assign you to hard labour and night watch.” The Colonel threatens, making Lopez and Ja jump up and straighten their posture.

You freeze, looking over your shoulder while holding yourself in your one-arm-push-up position, before smiling and continuing. Mansk smirks, watching you perfect your form during your workout and Lyle chuckles before they walk away again.

That evening, Mansk decides he wants to do something nice for you. You have to put up with morons like Ja and Lopez all day and you’re expected to be fine. Manks knows it must wear you out, so he wants you to end your second bad day nicely.

You’re in your room, hair still damp from your shower while you flick through one of your old books. It’s already an hour past dinner and you’re in you’re sitting in your large sleep t-shirt and loose shorts. Suddenly, your head jolts up and your ears perk forward when you hear a knock on your door. You freeze and your heart drops for a few seconds. What if it’s someone asking you to ‘help’ them again? You wish you had a peephole.

Either way, even if it is, you don’t have to agree. You felt bad to reject them before but now, you feel more confident to just say no. You don’t feel like hooking up with someone you barely know or don’t have any intimate feelings for anymore. It’s not what you like.

A wave of sudden confidence surges through you and you put your book on your nightstand before getting up and reaching for the doorknob. Opening it, you don’t even look at the person’s face before starting to speak.

“I’m not doing this anymore. You can leave n-” you say but your words catch in your throat when you see Mansk.

He looks slightly confused and you quickly correct yourself.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I thought maybe-” you start to stutter, before sighing and facepalming your forehead. ‘Great job at reminding him of your slutty behaviour.’ you think.

Mansk smiles to himself, catching on to your thought process and feeling pleased you were ready to decline anyone else.

“Evenin’.” he says in a cocky manner, stretching his smile into a one-sided smirk.

“Hey, is everything alright? I was-” You start to blabber but your words get caught in your throat once you lower your gaze to his middle. Mansk is holding a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful red ones. You’re eyes go wide and you look back up at him, wanting to hear an explanation.

Your reaction seems to amuse him.

“Yeah, I got you flowers. Figured after all you’re goin’ through, it’s the least I can do.” he says, handing them to you.

Your eyes flicker between the flowers and his eyes as if asking him whether he is serious. Once he hands them to you, you continue to admire them before smiling up at him in a way he’s never seen you smile. You feel tears sting the corners of your eyes and the tip of your nose.

No one has ever gotten you flowers before. No man at least. Not in this way.

“Thank you.” You say. Your voice has grown softer and quieter while you digest that you have received flowers from Mansk. You don’t know where he could have possibly gotten them from. Perhaps he picked them because you definitely can’t get any from a flower shop here. But either way, this small action warmed the core of your heart.

“You deserve ‘em. Better ones probably, but those were the only ones I could find.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It seems as though this is the first time he is doing this too.

“No, they’re beautiful. I love them.” You say with the biggest smile stretching across your face. One that tells Mansk he did good and that the flowers were good enough for you.

You don’t want to dismiss him. Especially not after this kind gesture. You also happen to miss his presence ever since the Colonel cut your sessions with him.

“Would you like to come inside?” You ask, stepping aside and pushing your door open a little further.

God, yes does Mansk want to. But he’s afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He’s even more afraid of you thinking that he is after what the other recoms are. Which is your body. Mansk sees you for who you are. You mean more to him.

“If you don’t mind.” he says, not moving until you reassure him it’s okay with you one more time.

“Not at all.” You smile again, making way for him. Mansk decides to step out of his comfort zone a little and be a little more forward than usual. Staying quiet and ignoring his feelings hasn’t really gotten him anywhere. Now, he might have a chance with you and he will do anything to not mess it up.

He enters your room. It’s not anything special. All of your rooms look alike. You’re not allowed to excessively decorate them either, so there isn’t much looking to do. Less distractions mean he can spend more time admiring you.

You close the door behind both of you and walk over to your table to put the flowers in a glass of water. The RDA doesn’t provide you with vases so this will have to do. Then you go to your bed to sit on it. There isn’t anywhere else one can sit except for the ground. Glancing up at Mansk you pat the spot next to you, silently asking him to join you. Mansk listens.

The bed dips under his weight and once again, you find yourself silently admiring him. He’s so big. Not the buffest, but you preferred it this way. Extreme amounts of muscle often even scare you. Mansk is lean, built and tall. His torso carries most of his weight and you love how his chest and arms often make normal shirts and clothes look a size too small. But before he can notice your lingering eyes, you look away and ahead of you.

“Did Lopez and Ja get night watch?” Mansk chuckles, hoping to break the ice with a small joke. He’s expecting you to say no.

“Yeah.” you say with a scoff when you remember their stupid games.

Mansk’s smile is wiped off his face. “Really?” he asks, wondering what else they had done to receive punishment.

“Mhm.” You nod, straightening your posture before sighing. “Lopez tried to do push-ups above me.”

Mansk’s ears instantly tip back as he pictures Lopez climbing on top of your body to further annoy you.

“It didn’t work.” you snort, shaking your head. Mansk looks back down at you. God, you’re so innocent in a way that is has his heart melting for you. You probably don’t even realise that most of the things they do are meant to be sexually aggravating. While thinking of what those two idiots put you through again, Mansk suddenly picks up a vague scent. Once again it isn’t yours. It hints to Lopez and it just winds Mansk up. There is nothing he hates more than the way they stain and pollute you with their smell.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day. I didn’t mean to.” You say, reminding him of the way you basically hugged his right arm. It brings Mansk back to reality, making him pause his violent thoughts.

He turns his head down to look at you. “You didn’t.” he reassures you. His voice once again calms all your nerves. “It was nice.”

Your ears perk up at his words and your tail swishes against the mattress while you peer up at him.

Seeing how beautiful and relaxed you look drives him to further express himself. Something, Mansk never does.

“You’re nice.” he softly says, watching how your beautiful, glassy eyes widen in surprise.

You’re at a loss for words. The next few moments you just gaze into each other's eyes. Mansk doesn’t want to move too fast because he is still worried you will think he just wants a quick hook-up. He wants you, all of you, but it’s up to you to initiate the first steps. Just so that he knows you’re comfortable for sure.

You sigh, dropping your head into your palm.

“You’re making me feel too special. I’m not used to this.” you say with a soft chuckle. He notices a small blush appear on your cheeks and it makes him smile. If he really has that effect on you then Mansk is the happiest man on this planet.

“Then I’ll make you get used to it.” he smiles with a soft laugh.

“How do you like me?” You ask, seeming self-conscious of yourself as well. “I slept with all your friends, I mean. Who does that?”

He notices you get nervous and he knows he has to step in before you get upset again.

“Y/N, it doesn’t bother me.” he says, turning to you so that his body is now fully facing you. “Y/N.” he repeats, gently touching your shoulder in hopes of persuading you to look up at him.

“I don’t care about that.” he says and you gulp, leaning your body into the touch of his large, warm hand.

Mansk isn’t lying. Sure, he would get annoyed at their attitude towards you and he hated that they used you, but it didn’t make him think any less of you. Your actions didn’t bother him about you because he knew they weren’t ever intimate in a romantic way with you. He knows he is the only person seeing you this relaxed and comforted because apparently, he makes you feel like you can open up to him. That’s what he cares about and it prides him greatly.

“I love you.” you suddenly blurt out. Your words surprise you both equally but they brighten Mansk’s expression.

“Sorry-” you quickly say, cursing to yourself. “I got carried away and-”

“Say it again.” he asks. His voice is so faint one could count it as a whisper. You stare at him for a few long seconds before slowly repeating yourself.

“I love you.” you say, knowing there is no going back now. You’re in too deep. The blush on your face just darkens and Mansk smiles to himself before looking away. You watch him, confused about his reaction.

He’s staring at the door in front of the two of you, not moving a muscle. You don’t do anything because he seems to be in deep thought. While a small part of you fears rejection, something tells you that’s not the road the two of you are going down.

Mansk is digesting what you said to him. He’s never received proper affection and love in his life. It’s something very foreign to him which is why he is usually so cold and unbothered.

You want to ask if he’s okay but then you notice how his eyes slowly become more and more shiny. He’s tearing up and seeing his soft side come to light warms your heart again. Mansk is finally opening up and letting his emotions out.

“Mansk,” you whisper and he blinks a few times to return to reality before his sad and tear-filled eyes meet you. The blinking caused a tear to run down his cheek.

Usually, Mansk would have hated himself for breaking like this. In the mindset he was taught, a marine doesn’t break or become this fragile. If he ever felt the need to cry it was no more than three single tears and he was always alone.

But oddly, he didn’t feel the need to hold them back in your presence. He wasn’t sure how you would react and he hoped you wouldn’t be thrown off by his sudden comfort.

“Mansk, it’s okay.” you coo softly, propping yourself up on your knees and gently cupping his face to wipe the tear away with your thumb. Meanwhile, his wide and glassy eyes just stare at you in complete adoration and love. Like a lost, neglected puppy that had just found its home.

He doesn’t know what to do. He is just so in awe of you and how you treat him, it overwhelms him.

You smile at him, gently cradling his head and he swears he’s never felt happier in his life. He feels so appreciated by you and he knows he’s in good hands to be able to let his guard down.

So Mansk drops his head in defeat, finally for once letting his emotions beat him down and come out. Another tear runs down his face followed by a third.

“Awh, Mansk. Come here.” You say, feeling bad that he seems to have such a hard time dealing with his feelings. At the same time, seeing him fold and melt like this makes you realise just how much you really love him.

You move forward, deciding to take control here and sit in his lap. Almost instantly, his large, strong hands gently wrap around you, loosely hanging on your waist. You press yourself against him, resting your chin on his shoulder while he buries his face into yours. He finds great comfort in your soft and warm body. A few more silent tears wet your shirt but you don’t mind. You continue to hold Mansk in your arms and slowly rub soothing circles on his back while he focuses on gathering himself again.

After a few minutes, his breathing is calm and slow and he’s inhaling your scent. Well, you’re mixed scent but he is trying to just focus on yours. It helps him a great deal.

“I love you.” he whispers, lifting his head so that his breath fans against your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine and Mansk spots the goosebumps appear just under your ear. It stirs a form of excitement in his stomach.

“You’re the best thing in my life.” he mumbles, before killing the small silence with a single sniffle.

You wish he had better things than you, but you decide to accept the compliment and leave this conversation for another occasion.

You smile, before lifting your head and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It warms Mansk’s heart and he is once again getting lost in your eyes before his flicker down to your lips. He needs you to initiate it. Mansk doesn’t trust himself.

You do the same, slowly leaning a little closer to see whether you both want the same thing. His eyes now focus on your lips until your nose brushes against his. You’re not sure whether you should kiss him because your relationship with him has become so special, you likewise don’t want to ruin it. His large arms around you tighten just a little and it convinces you to go for it. You press your lips against his, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment of the kiss.

Mansk holds you close to him, instantly kissing back. Just like that, all his problems seem to fade. You eliminate all the negativity in his life.

The kiss starts off soft and affectionate. Both of you take your time because you don’t have anywhere to be. It’s late in the evening, so very few people are awake.

But after a while, you notice Mansk doesn’t let you go. You stay seated in his lap, running your fingers through his short and thick hair while cradling the back of his head with your free hand. Neither of you want this to end. You haven’t felt so serene and happy in a long time.

The small kiss turns into a heavy make-out session. Both of you long for touch and close physical contact. Especially Mansk who has deprived himself of it for years.

You pull away to refill your lungs with air but it seems Mansk doesn’t feel the need to. He continues to almost worship you, peppering soft kisses down your jaw and to your neck. If he would pick up any sign of concern or discomfort from you, he would stop, but you tilt your head to the sign and once again lean into him. It makes him smile against your skin before he gently uses his teeth, dragging his fang along the side of your neck.

You sigh at the pleasant feeling of having him so close to you. It’s more than you could ask for.

He places a small kiss on top of the area of skin he just nibbled before slowly pulling back to look at you.

You look so relaxed it’s beautiful. He usually only sees you during the day which is when you’re stressed, pumped full of adrenaline or just neutral.

“You smell nice.” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder and softly inhaling. He takes your words to heart and wants to say the same when he remembers that you don’t smell like you.

“You-” he says before stopping. You wait for him to finish his sentence but he doesn’t so you pull away again to meet his gaze.

His eyes avert from yours, down to your shirt. Your nipples are vaguely visible through the fabric. It’s a beautiful sight to him, but the moment is being ruined by the invasive scent that has attached itself to the shirt.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, wondering what is going through his head.

His fingertips caress your shirt and he takes the hem of it between his finger and thumb, gently rolling the fabric.

“I smell them on you.” he says and you notice how his eyes seem to have suddenly grown darker again. His ears once again tip back. You’re not sure whether you should apologise or be embarrassed. Maybe both.

“Sorr-”

“Ruinin’ you’re pretty scent.” he mumbles. Mansk’s instincts interpret this as a threat. Someone else has scented you other than him and he naturally feels the need to replace it with his own.

Somehow, his sudden mood change really turns you on. He seems possessive and protective of you and you really want nothing more than to be his. Right now, that’s all you ask.

But he holds back again. He isn’t sure whether you would be okay with letting something as intimate as this happen between the two of you. Sure you’ve hooked up with the others before but the fact that he could still smell them on you or mainly on your clothes was unintentional.

He is still examining your shirt and a low growl leaves his lips. You feel the soft vibrations in your hands and it sends excitement straight to your core.

It’s as if you can suddenly read his mind. As if you know that he doesn’t want to rush things with you because he’s afraid of scaring you off.

“Mansk-” you say, and your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

He tears his eyes from your shirt to you.

“I wanna be yours.” You say, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. You don’t care about being bold anymore. You want Mansk to stop holding back. You need him to know how much you want him.

He seems to immediately catch on to what you’re saying, and his eyes widen and his ears perk forward.

“Really?” He asks and you smile, noticing he is more verbal than usual.

“Yes, please. Make me yours, Mansk.” You breathe out, shifting closer to him on his lap. “I don’t wanna be theirs.”

You recall Brown teasing you that you smell like him and Ja which made them laugh. You didn’t want to but at the time you didn’t believe what they were saying.

“Fuck.” he mutters under his breath before pulling your head to his and once again connecting your lips. Only this time, he is rougher.

You know he is gentle with you but if this is what he is like when he’s worked up, then let’s sign you the fuck up!

You kiss back, pressing your chest against his. His large hands run over your back, down to your hips until they reach the edge of your shirt. He lets his hands slide up and under the fabric, just so that he can grab your hips and pull them against him. You smile in the kiss, finding his carefulness amusing so you pull away momentarily to pull your shirt over your head. He watches you with wide eyes and the second your upper body is bare in front of him, Mansk just loses himself. He’s so in love with you that he can’t even express it through words. He’s desperate to show you and make you feel how much you mean to him.

“God- you’re so beautiful.” he breathes out, just admiring you. His hands fall from your hips as if he were afraid of ruining the sight by touching you.

You give him a soft smile before you reach for his shirt.

“Can I?” you ask and he nods, suddenly feeling very warm. When you remove his shirt, a small blush appears on his cheeks and he seems flustered.

“Such a pretty boy.” you coo, running your warm hands over his chest and middle section. He exhales softly, letting his eyes close for a few seconds so that he can focus on the pleasant feeling of your touch.

You press your forehead against his, running your hand over the back of his head once more before you feel the base of his queue. Mansk’s eyes open and gaze at you again. Your own queue is already hanging over your shoulder and he looks at it before looking back at you.

You give him a confirming smile so he raises his hand to gently reach for your queue while pulling his own one over his shoulder.

You both watch the small thread-like tentacles move at the tips of your braids. Mansk is more confident now because his anger for Lopez and Ja is still present. He wants to claim you in every way possible, so seeing his soft side fade isn’t a surprise.

“This’ll show ‘em.” he says, glancing up at you once more to make sure you aren’t objecting before connecting your queues and forming tsaheylu.

You suddenly feel each other on a deeper level and it drives Mansk wild.

“Mine.” he growls, pulling you into him and attacking your neck with his lips. Your bare skin rubs against his and you grind down against his growing erection. He already feels so big, it just excites you more.

His hands are all over you, groping your chest and the flesh of your hips as if he were covering you in the invisible paint of his scent. Suddenly, his arm fully wraps around you and he gently lifts you off of him, placing you down onto the bed before he climbs on top of you and continues to mark you. His tongue darts out and he draws it down your neck to your chest, leaving small trails of saliva while occasionally sucking hickeys into your soft skin. Anything to make you, his. He has to make sure it will be obvious to the others the next time they see you. No one will ever get to smell your sweet scent again besides him.

His body moves lower, starting to work on your pants before slowly pulling them down your legs. He groans in arousal when he sees a small wet patch stain your underwear. You’re lying on your back, holding on to the pillow under your head while your wild tail continues to flick, showing your excitement.

Mansk gently parts your legs, opening them to him so that he can get a full view of you, even in panties.

“All mine.” he whispers before lowering himself down. He licks and kisses the insides of your thighs, making you squirm because he’s so close to your core. Your inner thighs are also really sensitive to his touch. He sucks a hickey into your soft flesh, clearly marking you as his.

Your scent is stronger than ever between your legs and he can’t help himself but just press his nose right against your clothed core, inhaling deeply. After all, Mansk’s Avatar has its needs too.

You gasp and the sudden action makes you close your legs around him and drop your head back. He smirks up at you, gently holding one of your thighs up while his other hand fumbles with your panties. He’s asking you for permission through his eyes and you nod, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your queues are luckily long enough to allow him to move down you.

He leans forward, taking the fabric between his teeth before tugging it down by his fangs. Seeing him handle you in this way just makes more butterflies erupt in your stomach. At this point, he could do anything and you would let him.

Once they’re off, Mansk looks back down between your legs and curses. His pupils widen with lust and he moves your legs out of the way again so that he can see all of you.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” he growls, attaching his fingers to your heat and parting your lips to expose you to his predatory eyes. Without further ado, Mansk lifts one of your legs onto his strong shoulder while holding the other one open. Then, he lets his head sink down to you until his mouth lands on your slit. His tongue darts out and he licks a long strip from your hole to your clit, making you squirm again. Your back arches off the mattress and you hiss in pleasure, trying to open your legs even more for him to just offer yourself.

He starts to eat you out, burying himself between your legs. You fall into an ocean of euphoria as your senses are clouded by arousal and pleasure. This is not how you thought you would end your day. Time seems to suddenly run faster than before while you continue to lose yourself. But before you can cum, he pulls away, licking his lips and grinning at you.

“Ya’ taste like heaven.” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hands before deeply kissing you again. His tongue pushes past your lips, finding yours. You can taste yourself on him and it does things to you.

Your leg lifts onto his hip and you try to push his pants down with your heel. He pulls away with a soft chuckle before undoing his belt and letting you push his pants down with your feet. Your fingers reach for his underwear and he helps you pull it down. All clothes have to go. Mansk wants to feel all of you with all of him. Nothing is allowed to separate the two of you.

He presses his hips against yours and you feel his throbbing erection nudge your inner thigh. It makes you let out a shaky exhale.

“You belong to me.” he growls into your ear, taking one of your hands and interlocking your fingers. You nod, pressing your cheek against his as you relish in the feeling of feeling each other’s body heat.

“Then fuck me like you mean it.” you say, wanting to feel him and pleasure him. Your words take him by surprise. He never knew you could have such a dirty mouth, but damn did it make him harder. You’re so beautiful laying beneath him like this, so ready for him to just take you and claim you for himself. Your legs are wide open, offering your pretty pussy to him and your chest is arched against his. It’s better than anything he could have asked for.

Mansk doesn’t hesitate anymore. He’s done with that. It’s just you and him now, he knows he doesn’t have to wait with you anymore. He pulls his hips back, glancing down between both of your bodies to make sure he is lined up with you. Moving forward, his tip nudges against your entrance, gently applying pressure. You whimper, pushing your hips up against him. That’s how Mansk knows he’s found it.

In the next second, he rocks his hips forward, pushing his entire length into you in one stroke. The way your tight walls clench around him, coating him with your slick, makes him stifle a moan. You feel amazing. Better than amazing.

You let out a soft moan and your body tenses at the intrusion. But it feels pleasurable from the beginning on. It doesn’t hurt like it did with the others.

“Mansk-” you whine. You’re lips are parted and you’re breathing heavily into his ear. “So… big,” you whisper, feeling cock drunk already.

Your words boost Mansk’s self-confidence permanently. You’re so good to him.

“All for you, baby.” he whispers, pressing an open-mouthed hiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out. You hold your breath, waiting for him to move and once he pushes back inside you, you whine his name.

It feels so good it’s overwhelming you. Yes, the others made you cum but you never experienced anything as good as this. The reasons for that are that you are finally bonding with someone you love, not someone to just have fun with, and you’re connected through your neural cords.

He starts thrusting into you at a gentle pace, making sure to bottom out each time. Usually, penetration doesn’t feel that amazing to you by itself but you can feel his pleasure and it spreads to you.

“You feel so good.” he grunts into your ear, starting to lose his breath with each thrust.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you while his hips rut against yours.

With time, he quickens his pace a little while deepening his thrusts. You’re speechless, slowly melting against him and becoming a whining mess.

Every noise you make Mansk catches and replays in his head. He loves it all.

“Such a good girl to me.” he whispers, dropping his head into the crook of your neck to focus on his thrusts.

“Mansk-” you whimper again, starting to mutter and babble out his name. It’s too much for you in the best way possible.

“You doin’ okay, sweetheart?” he asks, peering down at you and you nod your head frantically.

“So good-” you whisper, gasping when he suddenly snaps his hips forward. His thick cock is stretching you just enough to make it pleasurable and his tip is brushing against the beginning of your uterus. It’s like a perfect fit.

You’re drunk on bliss, floating in the clouds to the point where your own eyes begin to tear up. You don’t even notice it at first. Your vision becomes blurry but you can’t even process it. Only when tears start streaming down your cheeks do you realise you may be crying. Mansk sees one trickle down onto the pillow and he immediately looks at you. Normally, he would have stopped and made sure you’re alright but thanks to your bond, he can feel how good you feel. Seeing your dilated pupils, reddened eyes, flushed face, gaping mouth and furrowed eyebrows makes him grin and kiss you as if he were trying to tell you how much he loves you through his actions.

His thrusts don’t falter once and he keeps plunging himself into your needy pussy. Mansk is slowly growing desperate for his release and he can feel you near yours as well. His thrusts get sloppier but somehow, they remain just as pleasurable. You hook both your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer and deeper into with each movement of his hips.

Watching you try to fuck yourself with him makes him lose it.

“Atta girl.” he encourages you with a grin before feeling you clench around him again.

“Fuck- so close.” Mansk hisses, gritting his teeth.

“I- I’m gonna-” you sob through a sniffle, gasping when he angles his hips to dive deeper and harder into you.

“Gonna make you mine.” he growls, harshly thrusting into you a few final times before he’s cumming.

You moan his name, throwing your head back and clenching around his length as your own orgasm hits you. Your legs clamp down around him, holding him close to you.

He moans your name, unable to hold back his own noises but you love them all.

Mansk’s hips stutter and he sinks into you as deep as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you, filling you to the brim until his semen is forced to leak out of you. He’s still buried hilt-deep in your pussy and he bites down on your shoulder, allowing his fangs to penetrate the first layer of skin so that he draws blood. A mating bite is enforced on you. Something neither of you has done before.

You both slowly come down from your highs and your queues automatically disconnect because the mating process has been fulfilled.

Mansk sighs, closing his eyes for a few moments but neither of you move away from the other.

“C- can you stay, please?” you ask him, looking up at him through your glassy eyes. Your fucked out expression is still visible and he feels sorrow that you would think he would just leave you alone after this.

‘That’s probably what the others did.’ he thought, but he didn’t want his anger for them to ruin his time with you.

“Where would I go?” he asks, nuzzling your cheek with his face. “You belong with me. I’m stayin’ here if you want me to.”

You nod, feeling comforted by knowing that you don’t have to spend another night sleeping alone.

Mansk slowly lowers himself down on you, laying on top of you while staying buried deep inside you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to crush you or weigh you down.

“Mhm. So comfortable.” you mumble, sleepily. Your arms envelop his body once again and he lets himself relax against you.

“I’m never lettin’ anyone near you again.” he whispers against you and it makes you giggle. “Not the way Lopez and shit touch you.”

You nod, knowing what he means. Finally, their stupid teasing can end. Not only will Mansk be hanging around you now, but your markings will be visible. He is put to peace by the thought of his teammates seeing your hickeys and smelling him on you. They’ll finally know that they will never get to have you the way they did before.

Mansk overheard Lopez saying he’ll try to make an arrangement with you to make his ‘visits’ regular. But now Mansk got you to himself, fully claiming you in ways they didn’t. They don’t stand a chance.

Tag List: @ken-dala @numarusworld @ikranwings @number1gal @jatwow @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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Yandere Keigo Takami / Hawks Headcanons

Warnings: Cussing, mention of cheating/murdering/going through private information, stalking actions/mentions, black mail mention/action, drugging mention.

Authors Note: I do not own this character! I also wanna say there may be spelling mistakes. Did not check for it.

Hawks, my beloved, you are my husband ‼️

As he is the No.2 Hero, he tends to have a lot of potential; getting away with a lot of things with his flirty and charming ways. When he sees someone he likes, wants to start a conversation with, or sleep with: he uses his words, bending them like candy and usually succeeding.

There are two (2) ways to get his attention, one being ‘the fuck off’ type: The one who bluntly has no interest in him, not falling for his charming ways and denying the suggestion to go out for dinner. Or, you being a ‘sweet angel’. Someone who owns a book or flower shop; one that smells like heaven. These two would make him attracted, and right when you notice; it’s already too late.

Keigo is smart, silent, and brawny. He uses these to his potential to stalk you at night, like a predator ready to pounce on their prey any minute. He tries to learn about everything about you: hacking into your work files, social media accounts, bank account, electronics, and learning about anything from what you dislike, to how your night routine goes and what you do right when you wake up.

Keigo doesn’t really care about other people other than you, and this goes along the list of your family, friends, and close relatives. He would black mail them, threatening to tell them to leave you alone, or else.

He loves to show himself off to you, proving that he can be worthy of protecting, providing, and loving you in ways your other partner couldn't. In addition to your partner (if you have one), Keigo will find ways to sabotage your relationship: showing pictures of them cheating, being villiness, or doing something behind your back other than cheating. Of course, Keigo is there, rubbing your back and telling you ‘it’s okay, I got you Angel. I’m the only one you need.’

Hawks would try to manipulate you into a relationship with him rather than kidnapping. He would try to use his words to keep you in the house, make you quit your job, and become a working-from home-person, explaining that it’s dangerous for you to work outside and he’s the only one who can protect you. You wouldn’t even know you were being manipulated into a relationship till it’s too late. Though, if you're smart and see right through him, trying to break off the ‘friendship’ you two have; he snaps and kidnaps you the night you tell him to leave you alone.

Keigo’s yandere tendencies are protective, (semi-)delusional, manipulative, and obsessive. Once you wake up from him kidnapping you, he explains that he did this for you and to ‘protect you’. Once he’s over, he gently smiles and serves you food, specifically your favorite. The room is covered with things you like, including your preferred perfume (if you use any), books/a TV, and a camera in the corner of the room that is very well hidden.

He’s very affectionate. Keigo tends to manipulate you into cuddling with him, expressing he’s very touch-starved and he would love to be held by the love of his life. He loves putting his hands on you anywhere: Thighs, your ass, shoulders, or kissing you so much that you’ll have to push him away at some point. He loves laying on you, either on your thighs, stomach or chest. While you guys hug, he tends to wrap his wings around you both, protecting you in some-way. He also loves resting his head on her neck, breathing in your scent and gently biting it, blowing raspberries from time to time.

He loves spoiling you. Buying literally anything you love, if you want a new blanket? Sure, he’d buy it and make sure it’s not scratchy and make sure it’s the best to his advances; only the best for his mate. Want a phone? It depends, but sure! Sadly he will have a time limit on it, allowing him to look through what you’ve been doing. Want to go outside for a special occasion? Fine… But he has to hold you and if he sees you talking to anyone, especially a man? We’re leaving.

He’s very paranoid, whether that’s his bird traits or him as your ‘partner’, he tends to go the extra mile with you: baby proofing the entire house, leaving his feathers everywhere, locking and securing the windows. The front door can only be opened as it has finger lock on it, along with three (3) locks. This also includes that there are no doors in the house, other than the bathroom door for privacy, there are no doors; he explained in great detail that it was ‘for his wings’.

If you somehow do escape: passing through the 24/7 on security cameras, alarm warnings, and picking the locks; you only have a few minutes to fully escape, hide, and pretend to be someone else. The moment he finds you, he isn’t nice anymore.

The punishments range from how far you ran, how long you hid, and how much damage you did to the house while escaping. The lightest punishment he would do is chain you back up, along with a house-arrest ankle bracelet so he can check your location better. The harshest one will be him guilt-tripping you to the max: crying and yelling that all he wants to do is protect you, yet, you don’t listen. He will even cause himself harm to make you feel bad. He will even bring his childhood into the fights you two have, saying the way he acts is the only way he ‘knows’ because he needs you, and only you.

Now, if you decide to do the normal ‘physical or verbal’ trying; he’d be more so… Scary. If you decide to kick, punch, or spit: He’d grab you harshly, grabbing the back of your neck as his other hand grips your chin, forcing you to look directly into his eyes; forming a stern bond. “Now what did I tell you if you act up again? Please don’t make me force you to swallow those pills again. Please just love me, I love you so much hon.”

Now, if you decide to use verbal abuse, he’d gently caress your cheek, looking you into your eyes as his turn a darker but cool gold: “please don’t hurt me dove, it quite pains me. I’ve been through enough hell already, please don’t do it.”

Soon, you’d start to fall for him just as much as he did for you. Both of you are on the way to be married, just like the way it should be.

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madangel19 · 7 days

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Mushy May Day 7: Stupid Jokes

We got another banger of a prompt from @forlorn-crows list!

Summary: Swiss tests out some pick-up lines on Phantom :3

Pairing: Swiss/Phantom

Rating: Teen, lots of suggestive stuff in this one, but nothing too dirty lol

Word Count: 649

“Hey, Buggy! Come over here! I got something to tell ya!” Swiss called out from across the room.

Phantom perked up at the mention of his nickname and he looked over at Swiss who had just walked into the ghoul den. There was a playful smirk on his lips and he could sense the excitement emanating from the multi ghoul.

“What’s up, Swiss?” Phantom asked, walking over to Swiss.

“I was thinking of some pick-up lines for Aurora and wanted to test them on you. You wanna listen?” The multi ghoul asked.

Pick-up lines? Phantom had never heard of such a thing, but he was eager to learn.

“What’s a pick-up line?” He questioned.

Swiss’s eyes went wide with shock before that playful smile returned. He then took Phantom by the hand and led him to one of the bigger couches in the den.

“If you want to really win over a potential mate or want to get your current mates in the mood, you have to woo them with a line that will get their attention. It can either be really forward, cheesy, or fucking hilarious. I like to use a variety of pick-up lines with my mates,” Swiss crowed, looking proud as he sat down.

That certainly got Phantom’s interest. He had to learn more.

“Tell me some of them,” he chimed.

Swiss chuckled darkly and reached into his pocket, pulling out a lighter.

“I’m no electrician, but I can light up your day,” he said, igniting the lighter. He then touched it and it glowed a light purple to Phantom’s delight.

“That sounds perfect for Dewdrop,” the younger ghoul said.

“I’ve used that one on him several times and it always works,” Swiss chuckled, putting the light out and the lighter back in his pocket.

“You got some more?” Phantom asked.

“Of course! Do you watch Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me,” Swiss said while imitating swinging a sword around while making strange buzzing sounds. Phantom cocked his head, chittering in confusion at such a strange line.

“What’s a Star Wars?” He asked.

Swiss topped mid-swing, staring at him in shock before faking a nervous cough as he lowered his hands.

“Just a bunch of awesome movies. I guess that won’t work on Rory if you don’t know about it,” he murmured, stroking his chin for a moment before his excitement returned.

“What do you have next?” Phantom asked.

“Spell ‘Me’, Buggy.”

“Oh, that’s easy. M. E.”

“You forgot the D, Buggy.”

Phantom paused, thinking hard about the spelling. He knew how to spell even the simplest words and that was super easy. What was Swiss planning with this?

“Swiss…There’s no D in Me,” Phantom said, feeling all the more confused.

Swiss’s smile became devious as he wrapped an arm around Phantom’s shoulders, pulling him closer and leaning closer to his ear.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you the D later,” he purred in his ear.

Phantom gasped, his cheeks growing warm as he chirped softly. The multi ghoul chuckled darkly before pecking him on the cheek.

“Oh, that’s…really good. Rory is gonna love it,” Phantom said, his face getting all the more hot.

“Looks like you really like it, Buggy. How about I give you that D now?” Swiss suggested, blowing a sweet smelling purple heart-shaped cloud at him. Phantom breathed it in with a dopey smile before leaning in to nuzzle his neck. He then thought of the perfect line to use on Swiss.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together with the D,” Phantom cooed.

“That’s perfect, Buggy! You’re a natural at this!” Swiss laughed, helping him to his feet.

“Swiss, do you like bagels? Because you’re bae goals,” Phantom said, hugging him around his middle.

“Fuck that’s a good one, Buggy. I’m gonna have to write that down,” Swiss said while guiding Phantom to his room.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss x phantom #mushy may 2024 #ghost fanfiction #fanfiction

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After spending literally multiple days and nights listening to hours of new music, here are my thoughts on what the Protocol playlists might tell us about the characters. I'm gonna break it down by large themes and I'm putting it under a read more bc I don't know how to not ramble about this. its SO MUCH

Gwendolyn Bouchard 👁️

Hers is the most self-explanatory. Girlboss is girlbossing and paying for it. But I did pick up several nuances.

Gwen is: Cold, power-hungry, and ambitious (you should see me in a crown, Are You Satisfied?, Severance theme). Suffering from her own hubris (Oh No!, Gasoline). Resentful and envious, especially about family, wealth, and power (Family Jewels, 24 hours, Warriors). Touching the dark and being supernaturally influenced (Mr. Bonzo theme, Evil Eye, We Don't Talk About Bruno, Making Love to the Dead).

Special mention to the 'daddy's money' reference in 24 hours.

Samama Khalid 😶‍🌫️

Sam makes ridiculously long playlists, like me, so this entry is gonna be long, but the emotional vibes were pretty easy to pick out once I got through it.

Sam is: Straight chillin' to some lo-fi beats, desi hip hop, and melodic bops (literally too many to list but, Remind Me, Forgive the Mess, 93 'Til Infinity, Magpie, Fire Sale, Iniesta Flow, I Guess, Prarthana, Hai Hai, etc., etc.). Rebellious (The Adults Are Talking, Reptilia). Bonded with someone (Halo Flip, soulboy). Yearning, romantic, and playful (Girl Like You, Mr. Sandman, New House, Meteor, You Only Live Once, Be Your Girl, Dear Jean, Say The Word, My Girl/Hey Girl, Smiley, The Real Sugar). Reminiscing about a break-up (Oui, Afterparty Lover, Last Nite, Stick Season, Turn off the Lights, Jessie (i miss you), WONDERING, Afterthought, I Love You, I'm Trying). Full of regrets, pain, and melancholy bitterness (Seasons, Can't Call It, Let It Go, nightmares, Pretty Insane, different tomorrow..., Cigarette Daydreams, CABIN FEVER, Self destruct, Go Back, Stuck Here With Me, Bliss City). Alienated, yet wanting to be alone (uh-oh) (Creep, Alone, Stone cold., Paint it, Black).

Special shout-out to all the implications about the old Sam/Alice relationship. And I'm especially worried by the potential meanings of Downside Up, Let It Go, Go Back, and Stuck Here With Me.

Also, interesting that there's a lyric-free track just called 'drained' at the end of his playlist. I'm sure that's fine.

Alice Dyer 🌀

Oh my girl. What is going on with you. She has impeccable and predictable taste, at least. But... then there's the Ominous Implications again...

Alice is: Rebellious, anarchic, and irreverent (Underclass Hero, Toxicity, Tribute, Buddy Holly, Dragostea din tei, Feel Good Inc., Piss Off, Rebel Rebel, Ghost Town, Brimful of Asha, Surrender, Uncle Walter, United States of Whatever). Blasting high-confidence power anthems (Material Girl, Therefore I Am, Jump, Bad Reputation, The Middle). Depressed behind a mask of high energy and false cheeriness (SugarCrash!, Mad World, Bathroom Floor). Yearning after someone's love (A.M. 180, Zombie Love Song, Nearer Than Heaven, Save Tonight, Ms. California, Because I Love You, Fell In Love With A Girl, Take Me Out). Reminiscing about a break-up (Ciao!, Built This Way, Kidz 'N' Stuff, FRIENDS, Free Fallin', Not In Love, Who Knew, Song for the Dumped, When It All Falls Apart, Laid, Complicated). Feeling crazy and overwhelmed (uh-oh) (Basket Case, In Too Deep, Bonkers, I'm A Robot, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, 19-2000, Wonderland, High, Undone, Cosmic Castaway). Creeped out and brushing up against the supernatural (Walking On Air, The Blue Wrath, Pet Sematary).

Oooh. Oh, the implications. The Sam/Alice break-up. The potential for feelings that remain. I HAVE to know what happened between them.

Also, here are some select lines from five Alice songs presented without comment: "Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby," "I'm a robot, I'm a robot/I don't have any feeling in my heart," "I don't wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary/I don't want to live my life again," "Take me down, six underground/The ground beneath your feet," "Walking like a zombie, like a zombie."

I'm sure that's all fine.

Celia Ripley 🕸️

The most mysterious new member of the OIAR, her music choices are appropriately enigmatic. The Vibes make me excited to see what she's hiding under the surface.

Celia is: Raring for a fight (Seven Nation Army, Rumble, know your place, Run from Me). Fed up with the system (Blood//Water, Run You). Bold, sexy, headstrong, and self-confident (Creature, Took A Trip, River, Do It For Me, Aerials, Uber). Struggling against supernatural influence, feeling trapped and helpless (Mama! There's a Spider in My Room, Where Is My Mind?, I Feel Like I'm Drowning, Closer, Space Dementia, Rain)

So we've all but confirmed the theory that she's from the OG Archives timeline and that she has continuing ties to the Web from passing through Hill Top Road. I think we have hints here that she's manipulating the others, but I also think there are signs that she's fighting her own battle against an evil trying to take her. There also seems to be an overarching theme of water in many of her songs for some reason 🤔

I can't wait to get more of Celia. Even if she is lying, I'm rooting for her (<hoping this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass)

In conclusion, I love them all already your honor, and I want to thank the cast for putting such loving care into crafting these for us. Thank you for such great food to feed our wild theorizing.

#i think i had the most fun listening to hindi rap for the first time #theres just something about following the flow and beat when you cant understand the language. its really fun #sort sort i love to arbitrarily sort #also i assumed these were songs /about/ the characters and not under the conceit that these are songs the characters are listening to #just play in this space with me #tmagp #the magnus protocol #gwendolyn bouchard #gwen bouchard #alice dyer #samama khalid #sam khalid #celia ripley #tmagp theory #also i started writing this a few weeks ago and since then ive been listening to KR$NA obsessively lol. thank you Shahan

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trickphotography2 · 11 months

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 7

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 6.3k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 6 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 7

There was a knock on your office door, and it flew open before you could respond. Silently mouthing the words of the subclause you were editing, you held up one finger to stop whoever had ignored the closed door and finished the paragraph. Closing your eyes, you begged for patience and looked up at Joanne. “What can I do for you?” you asked, attempting to sound pleasant.

“I’ve been calling and messaging you to let you know that your 11:30 is here,” she replied with a grin. Your eyes darted to your desk phone - which you’d silenced so you could focus - that blinked with three missed calls. The computer was locked and asleep, and your messenger status was on Do Not Disturb so that it wouldn’t chime.

“I don’t have any appointments today.” You’d planned explicitly for that as your contract bid needed to be submitted to the finance department by Thursday so they could review the final numbers and pass it on to the lawyers for one last look before submitting it to the government contractors. You were currently going through the bid solicitation and comparing it to your submission with a fine tooth comb - even missing one small component could lead to an automatic rejection that would lose millions in potential revenue for the company. “Are you sure they aren’t here to see someone else?”

“No, they said they were here to see you specifically.” Sighing, you woke up your computer, shoved your badge into the reader, and logged in. No calendar reminders greeted you, but you double-checked. Nothing. “Should I tell them you’ll be right out?”

“Sure, just give me a second,” you grumbled. Joanne didn’t even bother to close the door as she left. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths before sipping your cold coffee, marking your place with a sticky note, and shuffling the papers into a neat pile. With a quick check of your appearance in your phone camera and touching up your lipstick, you grabbed your badge and cardigan and headed to the lobby. There was a burst of laughter as you slipped the badge into your lanyard while turning the corner.

There, leaning against the counter that surrounded the admin team’s desks, was Jake. Coyote stood beside him, arms crossed over his chest and a bemused expression on his face. Both men wore their flight suits. You stopped in the doorway and raised an eyebrow as Jake caught sight of you, a slow smile crossing his lips, a toothpick clamped between his teeth. “Hey, darlin’.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Coyote, here, and I were grabbing lunch, and I thought you might want something other than that leftover salad from last night.” Sitting at his elbow was a bag and a soda from a fast food place on base.

“Isn’t that sweet,” Joanne gushed. “You wouldn’t happen to be the one who sent her flowers a couple of months ago, would you?”

“Guilty,” he replied, shooting Joanne a grin and letting his accent slip.

“I knew they weren’t from your parents!” Bree - the travel coordinator - laughed, shooting you a look. You flushed.

“Hey Coyote,” you said, “couldn’t rein this one in today?”

“Nope.” He smirked, eyes shifting over your shoulder when voices neared. Stepping to the side, you glanced back to see Glen, Mark, and one of the new QA guys.

“Hey!” Glen said, clapping a hand on your shoulder as he passed. “Thought you weren’t leaving the cave today. Wanna join us for lunch?”

“Actually, I just got mine delivered.” Jake pushed off the counter, all playfulness gone from his eyes and a hard smile on his lips. Since the conversation last week, he’d been encouraging you to go to HR to talk about your coworkers.

“Didn’t realize we had visitors today,” Mark said, eyeing the two men. The company usually delivered lunch to the office during military visits. Forcing a laugh, you shook your head.

“They’re not visitors. This is Jake and Javy. They - ”

“Jake, huh?” Glen shot you a sly grin, hand leaving your shoulder. He’d caught sight of your phone leaving the team meeting and tried to get you to spill on who you were texting about dinner plans. When the man in question nodded, Glen took a step forward and held out his hand - Jake clocked the wedding band. You’d told him the one coworker who usually had your back was married. “Nice to meet you, man. You fly with the Vigilantes?” he asked, nodding to the patch on his chest. Jake’s eyes met yours over Glen’s shoulder after their handshake, and you shrugged.

“Yeah.”

“Nice! I was a catapult officer on the Lincoln.”

“No shit,” Jake chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at Javy. “When’d you get out?”

“Six years ago.”

“Damn, before I got here.” Glen introduced himself to Javy while Jake shook hands with Mark and the new guy.

“He is gorgeous,” Bree whisper to Joanne. Rolling your lips together to keep from smiling, you cleared your throat.

“Thanks for lunch, babe, but I need to get back to work. Do you mind if I leave this here for a second?” you asked Joanne, motioning to the food. When she nodded, you turned to Jake and Javy. “I’ll walk you out. I’m also curious how you got past the gate guard.”

“That was me,” Joanne smiled. “Once Rob told me who was there, and Jake showed him a picture of you two, I let him through.” Your smile was fixed, trying to remember what - if any - photos Jake had taken of the two of you.

With his hand on your lower back and Javy opening the door, the three of you finally left the office and exited into the parking lot. Jake’s truck was next to your car - it was finally released from the body shop on Monday. “You do realize that you just gave the biggest office gossips their best scoop in months, right?” you groaned. Javy laughed and shook his head.

“Kinda his point, I think.”

“He is about as subtle as an anvil,” you agreed, fighting a smile. Jake cackled as his friend rolled his eyes, having caught the Road Runner joke. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

“It’s not like I haven’t heard them all before.” After saying goodbye and you reiterating that you wanted to hang out one night, Javy got into the truck.

Alone, you turned to your boyfriend and crossed your arms over your chest. “Jake.”

“Darlin’.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Bringing you lunch?”

“You could have saved yourself the trip by writing ‘Taken - Back Off’ across my forehead with Sharpie.”

“If it makes your life easier, I’ll stop by every day,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and swallowed around the lump in your throat. “Darlin’, you okay?” Clearing your throat, you nodded and looked up at him while touching his chest.

“Thank you, but please don’t do it again.” His green eyes were soft as he nodded, took the toothpick out of his mouth, then leaned down to brush his lips over yours.

“Can I stay over tonight?”

“No - I will probably be working late tonight and need to call my parents. And catch up with some stuff around the apartment.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re mad at me?” Chuckling, you shook your head.

“I’m not mad, Jake, but I do need to get back to work. I’ll call you tonight.” When he nodded, you pushed onto your toes to kiss him again as voices echoed across the parking lot. “Thanks for lunch,” you whispered against his lips before giving him another peck and dropping back to your feet. When he saw your eyes dip to his lips before lifting in a small smile, he couldn’t resist kissing you again, tongue lightly teasing and tasting the wax of your lipstick. Chuckling, you pushed him away and grinned. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be, Lieutenant?”

“Fine. I’ll talk to you later,” Jake said.

“Be safe.” Glancing at the truck, you waved at Javy, who nodded back.

“I’m going up at 2:30, so if you hear a flyby, that’s me.” Laughing, you shook your head and took a step back.

“I’ll keep an ear out, Seresin.” He clamped the toothpick between his teeth before flipping it. Your thighs clenched, remember what other skills that tongue had, and he winked.

Coyote grinned when Jake got into the truck. “Red’s not your color, man.”

It wasn’t until Jake caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror while waiting in the line to get back on base that he realized your red lipstick was all over his mouth. Javy roared with laughter as he scrambled to grab a napkin from the console before reaching the gate guard.

You’re just as bad at marking your territory. You glanced at your phone and smirked at Jake’s text as you dug into the sandwich he’d gotten you.

No idea what you’re talking about. After putting your phone back on silent and retouching your lipstick, you clicked through some emails before returning to the contract.

At 3:00, you heard the roar of a jet overhead and smiled.

It was after six when you finally left work. There were a couple of texts from Jake and your friends from home, and you were about to call your parents when you noticed a voicemail.

“Hi, my name is Elle Brooks, and I’m calling from NAS Lemoore. I’m calling to offer you an interview for the contract administrator position you applied for. We’re trying to get those scheduled for early next week. If you are still interested in the position, please call me back at 559…”

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, hand flying to cover your mouth.

“Hey,” Jake frowned when he opened his front door wearing only his boxer briefs and a t-shirt. “You okay?” Rather than answer, you held up your phone and played the voicemail. His grin was blinding as he looked from the phone to you and pulled you into the house. “You have an interview? When did you even apply?”

“Same day as the accident,” you laughed. “I was pissed off and - ” His lips covered yours as he backed you into the door.

“Thank fucking god you’re getting out of there,” he said, resting his forehead against yours.

“It’s just an interview,” you cautioned. “And it’s kind of a long shot.”

“You’re gonna get it.”

“It’s less money.”

“You wouldn’t have to deal with the bullshit at work. The government doesn’t put up with that.” Biting your lower lip, you took a deep breath.

“I really want this,” you said softly.

“Darlin’, they’d be stupid not to hire you. And, listen, I haven’t had to interview for a job since high school, but I’m happy to practice with you.”

“Any info you have about GS contractors on base would be amazing.”

“How about this - Coyote dated a contractor for a while. We have him over this weekend, you get the intel, and we go from there?”

“I love that plan.” Jake grinned, leaning down to kiss you and trying to ignore how his heart had jumped at those first two words.

There was a loud pop, and you quickly brought the bottle of champagne to your lips when it bubbled over the rim and spilled onto your fist. When you shook the liquid off your hand, Jake captured it and brought it to his mouth, running his tongue between your fingers, along your wrist and forearm. Setting the bottle on the counter, you wrapped your free hand around the collar of his khaki shirt and pulled him closer. He could taste the champagne on your tongue as he kissed you, hands sliding under your blouse and gliding against your warm skin.

Your hands skated down his chest, making quick work of the buttons and shoving his shirt off his shoulders to run your hands down his arms. His pins clattered against the floor as he let go of you long enough for it to fall from his wrists. The white undershirt quickly joined it as you worked on the buttons of your own shirt.

Jake pressed open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin you revealed, his hands on your ass, rocking you against his thigh. When your shirt fell open, you reached for the champagne again and took a swig as he went to one knee to press kisses to your stomach and unbutton your slacks. You buried a hand in his hair and tugged, feeling his answering groan against your hip. He quickly slid your pants and thong down your legs and grabbed your left ankle to have you step out of them. “Come ‘ere,” he growled, guiding your thigh over his shoulder.

The first pass of his tongue over your core nearly had your knee buckling, and you grabbed the kitchen counter to steady yourself. His laugh was warm against your skin as he looked up at you, holding your gaze as he did it again. Playfully glaring at him, you shrugged off your shirt and enjoyed how his eyes zeroed in on your breasts when you took off your bra.

This was truly decadence, you thought - naked in your kitchen with your boyfriend on his knees, taking you apart with his talented fingers and tongue while you drank champagne. Your head fell back against the cabinet, and you clapped a hand to your mouth to muffle your moan when Jake curled his fingers in a come hither motion while sucking hard on your clit. Hips moving of their own accord, you rode his face as he groaned against your core. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, baby,” he said, shifting his thumb to your clit as he ran his teeth along your thigh. With his other hand, he squeezed his dick, which strained against his fly. The sight had you biting your lip and whimpering.

“Ja - ” you choked on his name when his fingers thrust deeper. Grinding down against his hand, your eyes closed.

“Lemme see those pretty eyes, darlin’.” When you didn’t, he nipped at your inner thigh before licking away the sting. “Look at me.” His green eyes were molten when your gaze met his. “Can’t fuck you the way you want until you come for me,” he rasped. “Love this fuckin’ pussy.” A cocky grin crossed his mouth, and he winked before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your knee buckled at the combined efforts of his tongue and fingers. Holding him against your core, fingers clutching the counter to keep you upright, you came with a loud cry.

Lazily, Jake kissed his way up your body as you took another swig of champagne. When he licked into your mouth, your earthy taste mingled with the sweet alcohol, and he groaned. Plucking the bottle from your loose grip, he took a long drink and winked when he caught your eyes fixated on the bob of his throat. After swiping his wrist against his lips, he grinned. “Your neighbors definitely heard that.”

“Fuck the neighbors,” you panted, red staining your cheeks. He laughed loudly while setting the bottle back onto the counter. Jake’s hand wrapped around your neck as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. His kiss was soft, left hand lightly tracing the curve of your waist, causing goosebumps on your heated skin.

“Welcome to the Department of Defense, darlin’.”

“It’s only a tentative job offer,” you reminded him. After a month and a half, your reference checks were completed - your former coworkers in Florida had been happy to help - and HR had approved the packet you’d submitted to negotiate for a higher salary. With the higher pay grade and step, you would only be taking a $5K pay decrease from your base salary, which would be closed in the next two years. Losing the annual bonus would hit your finances, but the benefits were better. “I still have to get through the background check and get my security clearance upgraded - who knows how long that will take.”

“You’ve already got a secret clearance,” Jake said, stroking his thumb along your throat. “It shouldn’t take long for them to clear you for top secret.”

“Months, babe. It’s going to take months for me to get through all the onboarding, and a lot can happen between now and then.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen. And in a couple of months, you’ll get to tell those assholes that you’re leaving, and I’ll be able to visit you at work every day.”

“Oh god,” you groaned, dipping your head to his shoulder. His lips grazed your temple.

“What?”

“I just realized that - technically - we’re going to be coworkers.” His chest rumbled with laughter, breath stuttering across your skin.

“I’ll be the best goddamn coworker you’ve ever had. In fact - ” You shrieked as he ducked, planting his shoulder into your hips and tossing you over his shoulder, careful not to have you hit the counter behind him. He held you in place by your knees and turned to lightly bite your upper thigh before spanking you. You yelped and retaliated by smacking his ass. After spanking you again, he grabbed the champagne bottle and walked toward your bedroom. “I’m gonna lick this off your tits while you ride me until you come, and then I’m gonna get a third one out of you in the shower.”

Jake was taking your overstimulation after two orgasms without a break as a personal challenge to overcome.

When he tried to pour the champagne over your tits, the majority ended up on the sheets, making you both laugh. His tongue ran between the valley of your breasts as you leaned back, one hand braced on his knee, to pour a stream down your chest. The tendons in Jake’s neck stood out as you swiveled your hips, spelling out a secret, three-word message. His eyes were glued to where you were joined, biting his lip as he watched himself disappear inside you. It was his turn to come with a choked moan, his thumb seeking out your clit to tip you over the edge.

Jake stayed inside you as you came down from your high, collapsed against his chest, and the empty bottle rested against your calf on the mattress. He lightly stroked your face and back, thrusting shallowly as you tried to catch your breath. Eventually, he rolled you onto your side and held you tightly while pulling out. He turned on the shower while taking care of the condom and came back to carry you into it.

With one foot propped up on the side of the tub and the showerhead angled to hit both of you, Jake cupped your core, testing your sensitivity with light touches. His hand rubbed your lower back, protecting you from the cold tile and feeling your hips chase and shy from his caress. Slowly, he eased his middle and ring fingers into you, thumb grazing your clit. He studied your expressions as you bit your lip and whimpered. When tears slipped out from the corners of your eyes, he kissed them away, finger stilling. “You okay, darlin’?”

“Too much,” you whined while clenching around him.

“You’re close, baby. Relax.” His hand left your back to tip your chin up. Resting his forehead against yours, Jake waited for your nod. A soft smile crossed his lips when you did.

You came with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his back. His grin was blinding when you forced your eyes open, tears clinging to your lashes and sweat beading your brow. Jake pressed his hard cock against the crease of your hip and thigh. “Don’t even think about it,” you breathed.

“Already done so good for me, darlin’,” Jake said, withdrawing his fingers from your core. You whimpered as he dragged his fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness before sucking it off his fingers. You groaned, tipping your head back against the tile. His hips thrust against you before he took your hand and wrapped it around his dick. After a few guiding strokes, he planted his hands on either side of your head. You ran your hand along his length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke and teasing the tip. Jake panted against your mouth, eyes closed tightly as he coated your stomach with his cum.

Jake took his time washing your body and carried you to bed, curling himself around you. Just as you nodded off, he murmured something into your hair and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, tightening his hold on you.

“Alright, sit down because we are talking about this.”

“What?” Jake grumbled, throwing a stack of t-shirts onto his bed.

“This shitty attitude. You have been in such a bad mood for the last week, and I’m tired of it.” Grumbling under his breath about how much he still had to pack, he flopped face down onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow. Sighing, you sat and leaned against the headboard, resting your hand on his arm and lightly stroking. After a few minutes of silence, he groaned and turned to look at you. You raised an eyebrow as his hand dropped onto your knee, squeezing gently.

“‘M sorry, darlin’.”

“For?”

“Being an asshole.”

“You mean being more of one than usual?” you teased, leg jerking as he squeezed a ticklish spot on the back of your knee. “It’s two weeks, babe.”

Not long after you got your job offer, Jake was informed that he was going on a short deployment to Vegas. Since then, he’d been alternating between clingy and quietly irritated. More than once, he’d escaped on a run when you tried to ask him what was wrong. But now - the day before he was leaving? He wasn’t going to get out of it that easily.

“I know.”

“We’re not going to sweat the short deployments - I have to go on work trips, too. I mean, I’d just gotten back from a training in DC when we met.”

“I know,” he huffed.

“So if you’re so smart and know all of this, why are you upset?”

“I don’t wanna go.” Chuckling, you shifted down the bed to lie face-to-face with him. He rolled onto his side, eyes closing as you reached out to run your fingers through his hair. He had to go on base later to get a haircut and pick up some boot polish.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” You pressed featherlight kisses to his forehead and nose, his lips curving into a contented smile. For a moment, you debated your next words but knew they needed to be said. “Jake, honey?” He hummed in response. “I…I’m not her.”

“Who?”

“Your ex.” His eyes flew open, brow furrowing. When his mouth opened, you quickly placed a finger against his lips to stop him from speaking. “You told me that she cheated on you when you were deployed. And you’ve been hot and cold since you found out you’re leaving.”

“Darlin’, I’m - ”

“If I’m ever unhappy in this relationship, I’ll respect you enough to let you know before anything happens. I just ask for the same in return.” His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

“I don’t cheat,” Jake said, his eyes hard. “Never have, never will. Are you telling me you’re - ”

“No,” you cut him off. “No, I’m really, really happy. I just… I’m giving you one deployment to feel insecure about us, but that’s it. I’m not going to put up with this…” You struggled to find the right word before sighing, “attitude.”

“I - ” The words were on the tip of his tongue as he rolled you onto your back, gently stroking the hair from your face. But it wasn't the right time with the specter of his divorce hanging over the conversation. “This is the happiest I’ve been.”

“In a long time?”

“Ever.”

“Even better than the first time you flew?” you teased. He caught the sheen of tears in your eyes and nodded. “Well, now I know you’re lying.” His fingers dug into your sides, and you shrieked and tried to wiggle out of his hold as his hips pinned yours to the bed.

Jake slowly took you apart, pressing every unspoken feeling into your skin. He kept up his mental chant as you writhed against him, mouths so close that you shared every panted breath. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

The next morning, you lingered in bed as long as possible, trading lazy kisses before you moved down his body to take his cock in your mouth. There wasn’t time for him to reciprocate, though he tried to in the shower, taking care to wash every inch of your skin as you reminded him of the time. He leaned against the bathroom door, dressed in his flight suit, and watched as you quickly did your makeup, a sad smile crossing his lips.

Coyote waited in his car to drive Jake to the base as you said your goodbyes on the front porch. “Be safe,” you said, twining your fingers in the ball chain that held his dog tags.

“I will. I’ll let you know as soon as I land.” Using the chain as leverage, you tugged him down to kiss him goodbye, hand resting on his chest.

“Have fun. I’ll see you in two weeks.” He couldn’t say it when then, not with his best friend hitting the horn and tapping his watch. Jake lifted his hand to flip him off as you laughed and gently shoved him away. “Go.”

The men watched you wave from the front porch as they pulled onto the street before returning to the house to finish getting ready. Jake had given you a key to watch the place while he was away.

“Well, wasn’t that cute,” Javy chuckled.

“Fuck off,” Jake grumbled.

Call you back. Dealing with a minor emergency.

Jake frowned at his phone and texted back Everything ok? You liked his message. His mind raced, a helpless feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Was it another car accident? Something at work? Had your job found out you were planning to leave and fired you?

He’d been in Vegas for a week, and had another to go. If you needed him, there was no way he could get to you. His thumb hovered over his text thread with Coyote, debating asking if he could check on you. Sighing, he dropped the phone into his pocket as he entered the barracks and went to his room. When his phone rang twenty minutes later, he scrambled to pick it up. “What’s wrong? What happened?” he demanded before saying hello.

“My air conditioner is out, and they can’t send anyone out to look at it for two days,” you groaned. “It’s almost 90 degrees in my apartment.”

“So go to my place.”

“It’s fine. I’ll just - ”

“Darlin’.”

“It’s weird being there without you.”

“Yeah, but I have air conditioning. And I’m pretty sure your gross ice cream is still in the freezer.”

“How dare you besmirch mint chocolate chip?”

“It’s like eating toothpaste.”

“You’re ridiculous. And wrong.” It took a little teasing and joking to get you to agree to go to his house, and he stayed on the phone with you as you packed a bag.

Later, after you showered and settled in and he’d grabbed dinner, he video-called you. You answered on your laptop, and he couldn’t help but grin at seeing you wearing one of his shirts. You asked about the exercise he was participating in. Jake launched into a play-by-play of his day, using his hand to demonstrate some of the maneuvers he’d made.

Cradling a coffee mug, you nodded while stirring the contents. When it reached your desired consistency, you brought the spoon to your mouth and licked the green ice cream. Jake stopped talking, and you looked at the screen to see him frowning. “Are you eating in my bed?”

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ He had a thing about eating and drinking in bed - champagne on your sheets? No problem. His bedroom? Only a glass of water was allowed.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re weird about it, and there’s no way for you to stop me,” you grinned. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face, making you laugh.

“I’m gonna get you for that when I get home.”

“You’re gonna have to get over it - I want to drink coffee and have breakfast in bed with you.”

“You want to eat where we fuck?”

“We’ve fucked in both of our kitchens, so that argument is out.” You heard his muttered ‘Jesus Christ’ and smirked. “Fine, fine. We’ll do some positive associations to help you overcome this issue.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake grimaced as you set the coffee mug on the blanket, which turned into a bemused smirk when you took his shirt off so you were only in your panties.

Picking up the mug, you smiled. “Alright, Lieutenant, I want you to pay close attention. Look at me, sitting in your bed and enjoying this delicious ice cream. Notice the smile on my face? Happy girlfriend, happy life.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes,” he chuckled, reaching down to adjust himself.

“Oooh, careful, or I’ll tell Javy that you’re talking about marriage at three months again,” you laughed. He groaned, regretting the friendship the two of you were building. “Anyways, ice cream in bed for me. Happy girlfriend and boobs for you. It’s a win-win.”

“I’m still gonna spank you for breaking my rule.”

“Promise?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. A strange intimacy had grown between you during his deployment, and you’d found yourself talking about things that might have been too embarrassing while next to each other. For example, you’d picked up on some of Jake’s sexual preferences just like he’d picked up on your liking to be held down. During one late-night talk, he told you that he really liked it when you teased him so he could punish you. With some clarification, you’d told him you were more than happy to push his buttons.

“Fuck.” He watched as you collected the cold condensation from the mug and stroked your nipple.

“Too bad you’re not here. Just gonna have to take care of myself before going to sleep.” Jake bit his lip as the image of you touching yourself in his bed flashed in his mind.

“Gonna show me what that looks like?” he rasped, hips shifting on the bed as he slid his hand into his boxers and squeezed his dick. You set the coffee mug on the nightstand before shaking your head and covering your mouth as you yawned.

“Nope. Just gonna have to imagine it.”

“Darlin’, it’s not nice to tease.”

“Oh, I’m aware, Hangman. Just consider this payback for all the times you left me hanging.”

“Pretty sure I’ve more than made up for that.” He watched as you shrugged while getting under the covers, then reached for the laptop and set it beside the pillow so he could see your face. Up close, he could see that you did look tired and sighed, letting go of his dick and smiling. “Go to sleep, darlin’. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Six more days until you’re home.” Your eyes were drifting closed, and he wished he was there to tuck you against his chest.

“Can’t wait. Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.” Your eyes shot open, meeting his wide-eyed gaze on the screen. “Shit, darlin’, I didn’t - ”

“You’re an asshole, Seresin,” you breathed. Hurt flashed across his face, and you laughed. “Of course, you would say that for the first time when you’re deployed.”

“You’re… you’re not mad?”

“That you said you love me? No, of course not. The timing could have been better.”

“Just kind of slipped out.”

“I figured. I.. haven’t had the easiest time winning this game of chicken, either.”

“Are you saying that you…”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, biting your lower lip and grinning. Jake’s green eyes were soft as he smiled, fingers reaching to trace your face on the screen.

“Darlin’,” he breathed. “Wish I was with you.”

“Me too. Which is why I’m going to be the nicer of the two of us and not say it until you’re here.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Because I want to be able to kiss you when I say it.”

“So you’re gonna make me wait six more days?”

“Yup.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” Jake groaned.

“Did you just Han Solo me?” You laughed.

“I did. Now go to sleep and dream of me.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Goodnight, babe. I miss you.”

It was that way for the next week. Jake would say he loved you, and you would reply with ‘Thank you,’ ‘I know,’ or something along those lines. His heart was in his throat when, on his last night in Vegas, you sleepily replied, ‘I love hearing that.’

As soon as his jet touched down on Lemoore, he hurried to complete his post-flight checks and grab his duffle from the travel pod. Coyote would drive him home after he checked in, giving him enough time to shower before heading to your place. If the timing worked out, he’d get there just as you got home from work.

But as he walked off the flight line, Jake saw familiar silhouettes outside the Vigilantes hanger. He watched as Javy hugged you and nodded in his direction before walking towards the Sidewinders offices. Grinning, he jogged over, dropping his flight bag and duffle as he reached you. With his g-suit on, he couldn’t hold you as tightly as he wanted, but you were in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I took the afternoon off, and Javy got me a visitor’s pass so I could pick you up.” His gloves were rough against your cheek as he cupped your face, tilting your head back to kiss you.

“Got somethin’ to say to me?” he asked against your lips.

“Mmm, welcome home,” you said.

“Anything else?”

“Oh!” Smiling deviously, you stood on your toes to whisper in his ear. “I’m not wearing underwear.” Jake groaned, wanting nothing more than to spank you at that moment but contented himself with slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jean shorts and shaking his head.

“At your future place of work? Naughty girl.” A flush stained your cheeks as you glanced around. Lost in the moment, you’d forgotten that you’d be working on this very flight line in a few short months, and it probably wasn’t the most professional thing to be seen groping a pilot there. Jake’s fingers pinched your chin to pull your attention back to him. “Eyes on me, darlin’. What’ve you gotta say to me?” You could see your reflection in his sunglasses. You pushed yours to the top of your head before taking his off. His green eyes were soft and expectant as you licked your lips.

“I love you, Jake.”

“I know.” A laugh burst out of you before you could stop, and he grinned. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” His lips crashed into yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth. With one hand on your ass and the other spanning your back, he bent you backward as you clutched his shoulder and buried a hand in his sweaty hair. There was a wolf whistle as a maintenance crew passed, and Jake reluctantly settled you back onto your feet. “I’ve got a couple of things I need to do before we can leave. You okay to wait?”

“Definitely,” you replied. He pecked your lips before grabbing his duffle while you took his flight bag. His arm dropped around your shoulder, and he tugged you close to kiss your temple as you felt the rumble of a jet taking off in your chest.

During a quickie in the shower, true to his word, Jake spanked you for eating ice cream in his bed. After you dried off, he grabbed his dress blues tie from the closet. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, checking again as you lay diagonal on the bed. When you nodded and held out your wrists, he groaned and leaned down to kiss you, cock twitching against his thigh. “Fuckin’ love you, darlin’.” He quickly tied your wrists together, checking your circulation, before guiding your arms over your head and securing them to his headboard post.

Jake kissed away your tears as he kissed back up your body, letting you taste yourself on his tongue after he’d edged you for an hour. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you lifted your hips to grind against him as he wiped the sweaty hair from your face. “Doin’ okay, sweetheart?”

“Hate you,” you moaned, tugging against your bindings as he ground his cock against your slit.

“Told you it wasn’t nice to tease. Now you know how it feels.”

“Says the biggest tease I know,” you huffed. Chuckling, he reached between you to pinch your clit, making you arch off the bed.

“Last chance to change your mind, darlin’.” You shook your head, taking your lower lip between your teeth as Jake shifted his hips so his tip teased you.

Slowly, he pushed inside, making you feel every inch. He savored the heat of you against his bare cock. When your hips were flush, he buried his face in your neck, thrusting shallowly. Unable to touch him, you panted against his temple and clenched, chuckling when he groaned. “Love you,” he slurred when his lips sought yours. “Love you so god damn much, darlin’. M’ perfect girl.”

“Welcome home, Jake,” you smiled when his eyes met yours. “I love you.”

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Author's Note: 🫣 anyone else see Jake as a pleasure dom? I mean, that man wants to be the best at everything, so why wouldn't he want to be that for his partner? Once again, this was supposed to be a sweet chapter but Jake and Darlin' had a different idea. This chapter covered a lot - new job, first deployment, dealing with insecurities, and kink! Hopefully you enjoyed this and it isn't too off the rails of what you initially thought this was going to be 😅

GS stands for general schedule - basically a civil service job. Everyone has a pay grade and step that dictates what your salary is, with a guaranteed raise on a set schedule if you meet minimum eval requirements. Onboarding for a GS job takes fooooorrrreeeevvvvveeeerrrr - trust me. For Darlin' job, she would have to have a top secret clearance, which can take months to get even if you've got a secret one already.

Thank you for reading - I appreciate every interaction I get with this little daydream that's spiraled.

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choke-me-joey · 2 years

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***EVENT CLOSED, ALL PROMPTS HAVE BEEN TAKEN***

What tf is it?

Hoe-vember is basically my excuse to write endless amounts of shameless Eddie Munson and/or Joseph Quinn smut blurbs throughout November! They'll be relatively short but if there is demand for longer or continued fics, I may consider it!

How do I get involved?

Simply send me a number from the prompt list below and specify whether you want it written about our boy Eds, or Mr JQ himself! I have anon turned on so if you're shy, it's totally fine!

The rules

Firstly, absolutely NO MINORS are to interact with this event. This will be smut smut smut and nobody under the age of 18 should be reading.

If you don't like, don't read. I know the subject of smut regarding a real life person is a sensitive one, so if you don't agree with my writing, please don't send me hate as it will be ignored. I've given you adequate warning.

I won't write for Eddie AND JQ in a single request. This means your request should be for Eddie OR Joe, not both. These are also reader inserts, so nothing like "prompt 4 for Eddie with Joe" or anything like that, sorry!

Once a prompt has been requested, it will be taken off the list! But you are more than welcome to resubmit a request for a different prompt if yours has already been taken.

Before anyone says it, yes these are the same (or pretty much the same) prompts from my @choke-me-levi 1k event...I'm unoriginal and there's so much potential for some GOOD EM and JQ smut here, so soz.

Have fun! And if you have any questions please just message me!

The prompts - all are now taken!!

1. Fuck a baby into me/I'm gonna fuck a baby into you.

2. It's not gonna suck itself.

3. Shit, I've never come so hard in my life!

4. You're so tight, fuck!

5. You wanna come on my fingers, my tongue, or my cock? How about all of them?

6. Ride me baby, make me come for you.

7. Open your mouth.

8. This pussy belongs to me.

9. Keep going and I'll fuck that shitty/bratty/fucking attitude right out of you.

10. Beg for me.

11. Look how well you're taking me.

12. Suck.

13. Make a mess on me.

14. Let me ruin that pretty face with my cum.

15. Sit on my face.

16. Touch yourself.

17. You feel that? I'm so hard for you.

18. I love you, fuck, I'm so close!

19. Mm, you're so wet. Did I do this to you, baby? Is this all for me?

20. You taste so good.

21. Do you want my cock? Tell me.

22. Fuck, stop teasing me!

23. I'm gonna fuck you so good the whole damn neighbourhood will know my name by the time I'm done with you.

24. You're close aren't you? I can feel it, your pussy is gripping my cock.

25. You're so sexy, but you'd look even better with your mouth around my dick.

26. Keep those eyes on me, beautiful.

27. I'm going to fucking ruin you.

28. I want to watch you/I want you to watch me

29. Bend over, baby.

30. We have to be quiet, can you do that for me, princess?

31. That's so fucking hot, say it again.

32. Guess I'll just have to do it myself.

33. Fuck, I'm gonna come baby, tell me where you want it.

34. Push that ass up for me.

35. You want my attention? Better earn it, baby.

36. You want me to fuck you?

37. Look at yourself, you're so fucking nasty.

38. Let me show you how a real man does it.

39. Get over here.

40. Good girl. Good fucking girl.

41. Fuck, please!

42. I wanna taste you.

43. You've missed me, haven't you? Pretty little pussy is sucking me in.

44. Just shut up and fuck me.

45. I need you so bad, I can't wait, I've gotta have you now.

46. There's no better way to wake up than with your mouth on me.

47. Make me.

48. Spread your legs and let me see that pretty little pussy.

49. Wanna fuck?

50. Are you sure? If we do this, I won't be able to control myself

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romana-after-dark · 1 year

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The Wrong Way: Chapter 6

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Tommy Miller x reader (secondary)

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Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

Heavy on the warning for guns

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Waking up with Joel meant morning sex, and now that he was recovered from food poisoning after a whole day of no sex, he was rock hard by the time you were up, rocking his hips in the curve of your ass. Not long later, he was fucking you on your sides, arms wrapped tightly around. You avoided his kiss; his breath smelled gross due to the puking, and he was courteous enough to keep his face buried in your hair. You were starting to find you really liked when he took you from behind, it hit something delicious inside you, bringing you close with every pump; how did he have this much energy so early?

“Uh, uh, uh” The sounds come out your mouth in rhythm to his thrusts, warmth covering your body, the pleasure building as you clung to Joel’s strong arm wrapped your middle, holding on for dear life. “Joel, Joel I’m close, please touch me? Gonna cum again”

“You wanna cum again, little one?” He panted, hot breath in your neck, arms moving up to grope your breasts. “Not every day I get two out of yuh”

“Yes sir, please” You whimper for him, even as his hand crept further up your body, away from where you need him, but you trusted Joel. “Wanna cum again, wanna cum with you.”

Suddenly, his large gruff hand clamped around your throat your breathing laboured and raspy as you lurch, and his face was right next to your, beard scratching your skin. “You gonna tell me why your fuck’n brother was here last night?”

All the blood in your body drained out of your body, a million questions in your head as you wrapped your hands around his large one trying to pull him off of you. How did he know? How much did he hear? Did your refusal to go with Zach seal not only your fate, but Zach’s Lorenzo’s, fuck… would Tommy be punished for this? “Joel, please.”

His hand tightened. “Answer me” He was inside you still, the reminisce of your ruined orgasm leaving you shaking

“H-he wanted to rescue me” you rasp out, wriggling against his body with your hand on him, trying to get out.

“Then why the fuck are you still here?” His breath smelled like puke and morning breath, overpowering the smell of sex and adding to your heightened terror. Would Joel actually kill you for not going?

“I din wa’a,” You cough, your throat hurting as your breathing is restricted. “Joel, ca- breath.” dark spots came around your eyes

He lessened his grip and you gasp, deep sputtering breathes filling your lungs again. “How the fuck did he get in? Where was Lorenzo?” You decide to let Lorenzo live, he knew too much about your brother, and you could still save Zach if you played your cards right. Besides, he was no Nick, you didn’t enjoy getting people hurt.

“Lorenzo was in the bathroom, I don’t know how he got in! Please,” You continued writhing as Joel was still inside you, and he began fucking you again but did not let go of your throat. “I didn’t wanna go, I wanted to stay with you.”

Joel’s speed was slow and steady, pulling all the way back and slamming in, making breathing even harder. “Do I need to kill your fucking brother?”

“No! No, Joel, please, I stayed, didn’t I? Please don’t.”

He stopped choking you, his neck around your throat suddenly so soft, his lips kissing your bruised neck and he changed positions; you on your back, Joel knelt before you as he fucked into you faster. “I won’t for now, little one, but just know if you leave, he’s the first place I’m going to and I’m making his death as slow as Nicks, understood?”

Looking up at him, still holding his hand around your neck, you nod frantically. “I won’t, I won’t Joel, I swear!” You cry; you want Tommy, but after last night you weren’t sure he’d come to your rescue anymore… and calling for him would solidify his death and yours, either way.

Sitting back and finally letting go of your throat and you get a full breath in, Joel pulls out and jacks off on you're body before collapsing back onto you, his heavy and ever-oddly comforting weight on you, despite the fact bruised your neck, you were so happy to have him with you, warm and gentle, you wrap your arms around his middle.

Joel kisses you, and you aren’t even bothered by the smell anymore, just so happy for the affection. “Good, because if you ever try to fucking leave again I will tie you to the bed and set this fucking house on fire.”

You didn’t even have it in you to be scared, or hurt, or sad… you just swore up and down between kisses that you were his, and you never wanted to leave. When things calmed down, you were in his arms again, resting as he kissed your bruising neck.

“You play guitar?” You ask softly, looking at the 6 string all dusty resting up against his dresser.

“Use-tah. Long time ago.”

“Oh…” You couldn’t help the disappointment in your voice. “Okay”

Joel turned to you, his mouth leaving your neck. “Why?”

You kept looking away, embarrassed you got your hopes up. “Nothin”

Joel took your face in his jaw, turning you, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me, little one”

“I just… I was kinda hoping to hear something… that’s all, not a big deal”

His eyes darted between yours, you could practically hear him thinking, before he let go and abruptly stood up. “Don’t work, anyway. Needs strings. Besides, I havn’t played in years.”

“It’s okay” You smile up at him. Music would be nice… Zach played a little bit of piano, your mom had taught him some. He could play Red River Valley, singing it for you sometimes until Joel’s men destroyed the piano… that a few years ago, long before you every met Joel, or Tommy. You did recognize one of the men, one who lives here now. His name was Aiden. He was an asshole like Nick, but after Nick was skinned alive, he didn’t dare look at you.

After a bath, (which you made Joel brush his teeth beforehand) you were back in your room as he left for ‘business’, and as expected, the door opened around noon, with a nervous looking Tommy entering carrying a tray with bread and the leftover soup from last night. “Hey honey- What the fuck!?” Tommy about dropped the food as he set it down and rushed over to you, hand on your neck. “Fucking hell, what did he do? When was this?” The frantic worry in his eyes was evident as he tilted your head with a soft, gentle grip on your chin, a contrast to Joel’s harsh one earlier this morning.

But you pulled back, and Tommy let go of you. “It’s nothing, Tommy.”

His face dropped. “Hey… hey whats wrong?” He noticed your change in demeanor.

You glare at him, but without much power behind it. “I didn’t forget last night” I whisper.

Sighing, Tommy gets up to close the door and brings you your food. “I’m sorry, I really am.”

“You’re just sorry you got caught in a lie!”

“Yeah, yeah I am.” Tommy deadpans. “I never wanted you to find out, is that you want you here? But not because I want you here. I want you far, far away from Joel, as far away as you can, but not… not now…” He speaks in earnest, you want to believe him…

“I don’t want to leave, Tommy. That’s why I didn’t go with Zach while everyone was sick, I don’t wanna go. Joel… it’s better here”

Tommy’s fast twists into concern. “What do you… what does that mean?”

“I’m safe here. I’m safe from everything going on out there… Joel protects me.”

His face was unreadable. “Honey, no, no that’s…” Shaking his head, he tries to find the right words. “Joel’s not safe either, you know that right? He branded you, he raped you, he did that-” He references your bruised neck “To you!”

“Don’t yell at-”

“Joel is the bad guy! He is the one you need protection from!”

“He’s the one that killed Nick, Tommy!” You shout at him, angered. “Not you! You let Joel brand me, you let Joel rape in front of everyone, you LET HIM!” You stand up on your shitty mattress and Tommy stands with you. He is much taller but you do not waver as you point at him. “So don’t act like you are my savior, when you just have a savior complex! The only person who can protect me from Joel is Joel!” You don’t know why you are suddenly so angry… but god, everything from the last few months… you were locked up in your little room, the anger had to go somewhere… “Those men out there” You point outside “I could walk out here naked, and none of them would touch me, not because of you, but because of Joel! He only did this to my neck because Zach came and tried to take me when he couldn’t keep me safe from dad, he branded me because I tried to run, he raped me because I put up a fight, he hurts me when I or someone else does something and as long as no one interferes, that includes you, Tommy, everything is fine!”

Tommy let you, he let you scream and yell because in the end, you were right. He could tell you that he was the one that made sure you ate every day, that stop the others when Joel left you to be gang raped, that he was the only patching up your wounds… but you were right, Joel still did every he wanted to you, and Tommy couldn’t stop him. Tommy knew what you meant by interfer… it had become clear how touchy he was, how he held you and cared for you… and he was putting you in danger as he did that.

“Okay” He whispers, eyes closed. “I get it. Joel is the one who protects you… not me…” He opens them, and you swear you saw his eyes glistening. “Can I still be your friend?”

He looked so young all of a sudden, despite his mustache and the lies around his eyes… You calm down from your outburst, and you feel bad… feel bad for how much you yelled at someone who had only tried to help you… but you needed to be safe with Joel. “With the door open” You couldn’t leave room for suspicion.

Things with Tommy were different, after that. You withdrew from him, no longer spending hours playing card games and talking… but he still came and kept you company, as long as you’d allow him. But as soon as Joel was home, you belonged to the older brother. I wasn’t fair to Tommy, you knew… but neither Joel nor Tommy had been through what you had, were living through what you were, and you were just trying to survive. Tommy was no longer your refuge. You slept in Joel’s bed every night, you spent more time with Joel than Tommy… and Tommy began spending more time working… He’d go away over nights more and more, sometimes a few days at a time… you couldn’t help but miss him, but this was your bed to lay in. You did have more freedom, however. Since you had an opportunity to leave and didn’t Joel trusted you more. You cooked sometimes, began cleaning a bit… it was something to do, and you began to enjoy it. Plus, the men were a lot less cold to you when you’re the one providing real home cooked food; a few thank you’d had been mumbled here and there, mostly from Jack who was the more polite of the group.

You had gone to bed in Joel's arms, fell asleep in his tight grasp, safe and warm, Tommy was out on some overnight trip when you woke up to commotion in the living area, shouts of the men, Joel screaming about something, clearly on a rager and you were going to stay in bed until Joel settled it and inevitable came back to the room wanting to use your sleeping body to blow off steam… when you heard it. Tommy yelling in pain. Instantly, you forgot about every you had been angry about, and rushed out the door in time to see Joel pistol whip Tommy in front of a crowd of the men. You vaguely register Jack telling you to stay out of it and Aziz saying ‘don’t’, but it didn’t matter; Joel was hurting Tommy.

“Joel stop!” You scream and run to Joel, but stop dead in your track as Joel turned the gun on you, and you find yourself wide-eyed and back into the wall, staring at the barrel of a gun as Tommy trying to tell Joel to stop from where he lay on the ground.

Joel wasn’t listening, his voice smooth and calm despite the shaking rage behind them. “How long you been sleep’n with my brother, little one?”

You were frozen in place, unable to speak, but Tommy was trying to get up, still reeling from the pistol whip that had his head bleeding. “Joel, no, we never did anything, I was just keeping her company-”

He lowers the gun temporarily. “No way you put yourself between me and a man unless he’s fucked your stupid little pussy.” He tapped your cunt with the gun before bringing it back up.

"Joel, no-" You whisper, terrified

“Close your eyes” He said to you, his voice a deadly calm, before shouting. “CLOSE YOUR EYES!”

In the background, you can hear vaguely as Tommy tries to reason with Joel, stumbling to get up; he is on one knee, his hand reaching out using his signature ‘calm down, Joel’ voice, but right now, you are looking into Joel’s eyes, so often filled with affection for you, but now dead and cold. You do as you are told, closing your eyes, your knees about to buckle in fear of Joel painting the wall with your brain matter. “I didn’t-” You try to say, but stop as Joel caresses your face with the barrel of the gun, gently shushing you.

“Here's what we’re doing sweetheart” If you weren’t away of the situation, his tone wasn’t unlike how he’d gentle coax you into whatever position he wanted you in. “When you open your eyes,you’re gonna tell me ‘No Joel, I never slept with with your goddamn pathetic stupid dumbass pussy of a brother’ in more or less words and if I don’t believe you…” He tapped your cheek twice making little gun shots sounds. “No more pretty little girl, okay?”

It takes everything in you to not cry, merely whimpering as you feel the cool metal on your cheek, and you nod. You were almost certain you couldn’t do this. You had never been a good liar, only held on this long because Joel seemed to trust you… seemed to think you were in a relationship early on when all he did was hurt you. But now, now you’d have to look him in the eyes and lie, and almost certainly you’d be dead moments later.

“Okay” You whisper, voice quite.

“Joel, c’mon, leave her out of this”

Joel didn’t look at him. “Not helping her case, Tom” He nudges you with the gun. “Times up, open your eyes.”

You take a deep, steadying breath and open them, you are ready to try and lie, to save yourself, to save Tommy… you open your mouth. “I n-”

“I made her do it” Tommy’s voice broke out from behind Joel, causing him to turn around, and your knees gave out in relief. You only stop from hitting the floor because Lorenzo catches you, setting you down, and stepping away lest he get caught up in all this.

“Bullshit” Joel said, but you could see the gears turning.

“I did! It was her first time, and, I wanted it, that’s why I wanted you to wait” Tommy wasn’t the best liar, but he was trying to deflected it away from you.

“No,” Joel shook his head. “No, she bled when I took’er, I remember her bleed’n”

“Because you RAPED HER DRY, JOEL!” Tommy’s frustration with his brother boiled over.

“Shut up!” Joel screamed, defensive. “I did no such thing!”

Tommy’s laugh was dry, sardonic. “You’re playing house with her, but you forget you kidnapped her! She’s not your wife, she’s a victim of your rape and abuse!”

“Shut! Up!”

“Jesus CHRIST, Joel, she’s younger than Sarah would’ve been!”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her” Joel’s deadly calm was back. “You don’t fucking do that”

Tommy wouldn’t stop. “If Sarah were alive, she’d be disgusted with you, she’d never fucking talk to you-”

The gun blast made you scream and cover your face, you aguely here Lorenzo, Jack, and a few others shout something.... you couldn’t look, knowing you’d see Tommy dead. All the times he had tried to help you, tried to ease things, and you had gotten him killed for taking your virginity. You sat back against the wall crying… you had gotten Tommy killed, Tommy died because of you… your fault, your fault, your fault... Suddenly, you are being dragged to stand up. “Get up!” Joel bellows, his strong arms dragging you to Tommy’s dead body and all you can do is scream hysterics. “Stand! Up!”

When you finally do stand, you open your eyes only to find Tommy still alive and kneeling before you, a gunshot in the wall above him.

Joel pulls motions for another gun from Diego, and puts it in your hands, holding it still as he pulls his own gun back on your forehead. “Liste up, little one” His voice is soft, a feather light breath against your cheek as he leans close. He aims the gun at Tommy, the barrel between his eyes. “Tommy’s been running around behind my back with that cunt in Jackson, fucking her and telling her god knows what about me and my business”

“Joel, I swear, I never told her anything!” Tommy pleads.

You blink, and you can’t feel a little… betrayed… He was sleeping with someone?

Joel noticed.

“Awwww, did Tommy make you feel special?" He mocked you. "Tommy make you feel like you were the only one he was fucking, the only one he treated all nice. Guess what, little one, you're not special t him. I get he's got loads of other whores he fucked, you're just the little kept girl when he wants some naive pussy" Joel kisses your neck "But... You are special to me, you are the only one I’m fucking, you are the only women in my life, and yet… you still fuck around with Tommy." He sounds almost... hurt... "But I’m gracious, I’ve forgiving.” He forced you too look directly at him, and his eyes… they were soft again, the softness you couldn’t help fall for. “I love you, he doesn’t. Now.” Joel straightened up and stepped back, but the gun never left your head. “I’m gonna count down from ten, and if you shoot him, you proved yourself to me, and we can go on being happy, being together.” He kisses your cheek, smelling your hair as he pulled away. “If you don’t… and I reach 0, I blow your fucking brains out, okay?”

You begin crying.

“Joel, don’t do this to her”

“10… 9…”

“I can’t! Joel I’m sorry, Joel, I love you, I can’t kill him!”

“8… 7…”

“Honey look at me” Tommy’s desperate voice calls you, and you turn to him, his beautiful brown eyes looking up at your where he is kneeling, his dark, long hair tousled. He schooled his expressions, peace on his face for your sake. “It’s okay. Do it.”

“6… 5…”

“Tommy no, I can’t hurt you.” There's gotta be another way…

“It’s okay” He nods. “I’m ready. Right through the head, it’ll be quick.”

“4… 3..”

“I can’t” You sob.

“Yes, yes you can, it’s okay. Just do it, stay alive, and Joel will keep you safe.”

Tommy, sweet, kind Tommy… He would not die at your hands, and you would not die at Joels

“No.” You drop your gun to your side and turn to Joel; you can see the confusion in his eyes. “No, you won’t do it.”

“2… yes I will”

“Honey, it’s okay, I promise you-” But you weren’t listening to Tommy.

“No, you won’t hurt me. You love me too much”

“I will, 1”

You don’t blink. You keep your eyes locked on Joels, his deep brown eyes swimming with confliction and hurt… betrayal from both you and Tommy.

But he doesn’t shoot you. Ever so slowly, you take the gun in your hand and put it back in his. You could’ve used it to shoot him… but it would’ve been useless and probably ended with a bullet in your head for real this time. Instead, Joel looks at you with nothing short of aw as he lowers his gun. You trusted him. You refuse a rescue, you knew he wouldn’t shoot you, and you give up your weapon to him… He owned you, completely.

“You won’t kill me. And you wont kill Tommy either, because you love both of us. You are going to let Tommy go, run off to Jackson, and Tommy is never going to divulge any of your secrets.” You turn to Tommy, who has sat back on his hunches, looking at you with confusion. “Because if he does, you’ll know who betrayed him” You tell Tommy with your eyes not to fuck this up. Then, back to Joel. “And then you and I can live here happily ever after, without anyone interfering.”

Joel stirred at you for a long while, considering his options… but he knew, deep down, he couldn’t kill either of you. He was furious at Tommy for his betrayal, for fucking that bitch Maria, for lying to him, for taking your virginity when that was suppossed to be his… but Tommy was his little brother. Long before Sarah died in his arms, long before this virus, long before the empire that he built that began as just trying to keep Tommy alive… it was him and Tommy, their whole lives. He was his brother, Joel had saved his skin again and again and Tommy had Joel’s back when Joel’s wife left him, and helped raise Sarah… Sarah… Tommy’s words stuck in his head, what would Sarah think of him? He wasn’t a rapist, despite what Tommy said, he wasn’t that kind of man… but he could be softer, he could’ve been better to the girl he kept locked up… Sarah, if she was watching somewhere, could never forgive him if Joel killed her uncle she adored so much…

“Lorenzo” Joel called, and the short hair man stepped up. “Get him the fuck outta here, dump him once he’s off my fucking property. And if anyone sees him here again, or if anyone sees her-” Joel points to you “Outside without anyone, shoot them.”

Lorenzo nodded, and began pulling Tommy away. Tommy gave one desperate look back at you, and was out the door before you could blink.

You don’t have a second to process that your best friend just left you before Joel is pulling you into the bedroom, pushing you against the wall and shoving your pants down. He thrusts into you with no preparation and you stifle a whimper on your hand, but Joel pulls it down.

“Wanna here you cry, little one. That pain? The pain is mine. Your cries are mine, your cunt is mine. And if you bleed?” Just then, his face is right next to yours, his beard wiping the tears that rolled down your cheeks. “Your blood is mine. Got it?”

“Yes sir” You moaned out the way he likes to hear. You were growing wet embarrassingly fast, his cock hitting that lovely, lovely spot you loved so much and suddenly, you had forgotten about how he had almost killed you, the slap of skin and his arm groping your breasts, fingers playing with your nipples as he fucked into you drawing you closer. Joel came inside you, something he had only done after Nick, it was as if he was laying his claim, possessing you as his hot cum and some of your blood trickle down your leg. Joel had a new surprise for you.

He lifted you over his shoulder and tossed you onto the bed and you watched him crawl up to you, his eyes hungry and you had no idea what was possibly coming… when Joel began to lick your cunt, you were shocked, hips bucking up but Joel was quick to pin you down; he laid down in front of you on his stomach with his arms wrapped around your legs and christ, it was like he was trying to devour you. You felt his tongue reaching up inside you, his fingers playing with your clit the way only he knew how and the sensation was so new, so unreal, you weren’t sure how to take it.

But you did. you took every single bit he gave you as he cleaned you up of his own spent, his tongue licking and sucking and slurping you up eagerly, plush lips devouring you whole as if he could eat you alive, keeping you with him forever and becoming a part of him like an unholy communion. His tongue laved out as he brought his mouth up and over your clit, making you shutter...

And when his mouth sloppily latched onto your clit and two thick fingers were fucking into you? You came in under a minute after that.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” You cry out as if all of today's events never happened. “Joel!” You scream out as you cum, not caring that Lorenzo might hear you, that he probably thinks you're pathetic for getting such pleasure from the man whose gun had kissed your forehead the way his lips kissed your cheek now as you reveled in the afterglow of your orgasm. You expected Joel to threaten you about what happened with Tommy, to wrap his fingers around your throat or grip your face harshly… but he just kissed you as he pulled you close, covering the two of you up. Still, you new he was references sleeping with Tommy, when his last words before bed were-

“Please don’t do that to me again.”

You cupped his face and assured him you’d never leave, that you are his.

You are his.

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