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[heysweetbee]

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[quaintii]

The Prey and the Predator

a/n: first time writing smut, so I am new here! I'll try my best 🪱

Wrd Cnt: I dunno ^-^

Warnings: breeding kink, aftercare, oral, spanking, choking, little bdsm, dom!Miguel, sub!reader, fang kink, size kink, stomach bulge, blood-play, hair pulling, suffocation?, p with plot? prob more. MDNI !

Summary: Miguel has been trying to catch you after you have been messing up with the timeline. You're an obnoxious villain most say. You have quite a hunch on Miguel and you love playing around with him, he caught your eye so attentively and you love seeing him angry. Miguel has had enough with this stubbornness of yours and wants to catch you once and for all to stop messing up his plans.

enjoy <3

This was the 5th time today you've messed with him. Miguel was seriously starting to get fed up with your games. He tried to catch you multiple times but you have an invisibility power. You love treating him like a dog on a leash, always coming towards you. You have messed with many other people before but it hasn't been as much as fun as this, you love seeing him angry. Sometimes you stalk him to see what his plans are. You are always near him, just invisible. Since he lacks Spidey sense it makes things much more easier. But he's very attentive with sound because he has enhanced senses.

"I'm so fucking done with her fucking games and bullshit. She's so fucking annoying. Ya es la quinta vez que ha hecho esto." Miguel said while heavily sighing with irritation. "Si lo vuelve acer.. la voy acer que se arrepienta."

You giggled as you kept rewinding the face that Miguel would do whenever he was pissed. You find him quite interesting that you want to prey on him more and see how far his tolerance limit can go. You quit trying to deny your attraction to him cause god his physique drives you insane. Your body is desperately wanting for his grasp on your throat.

As the next day passes, you decide to continue your daily annoyance in messing up his plans to remove every anomaly in the wrong universe. You follow him around about everywhere when you have nothing better to do. You cause him ton of stress by causing ruckus in many different universes. Thing is, he's starting to catch onto your patterns. Which will soon lead him to finally grab a hold on you.

You fortunately make a 'small' ruckus by causing another anomaly to escape from the HQ. Miguel and other spiders are working on a mission to catch this villain while you stand back watching it like a movie. He already knows it was you because your patterns are always consistent. You rest so carelessly, not worrying about a single thing. Your eyes intoxicatingly staring deep into Miguel. You're basically craving him to the point you touch yourself at the thought of him.

It's midnight by now and you're crouching down on the floor in a abandoned broken down building in a random universe. You just couldn't get the thought of him wandering his hands around your body. Touching every crevice of it. You couldn't hold back anymore and touched your core. Rubbing it with your palms slowly but with a rhythmic pace, you start heavily panting out of frustration as it's not enough for your satisfaction of immense pleasure you desire.

You desperately want more so you remove your pants and pull your red undergarments to the side. Using your slick wetness as lube to rub your clit in slow circles. You roll your head back and you whimper lightly.

You stick your fingers inside your cunt, feeling some relief of pleasure but not enough. You start chasing your high as your mind starts to drift to Miguel pounding you so unrelentingly with no mercy. You start moaning his name as a prayer between gasps. Your stomach starts to feel a tight snap and ecstacy washes over your body. You pant stiffly and rub off your cum on your suit.

"God, I seriously cannot believe I'm doing this...this is so fucking embarrassing for me." You say with an expression of disappointment.

You go a couple of days without messing with Miguel because you just can't seem to control yourself whenever he's near you, even when he doesn't know you're there. So you decide to pay him a visit at the HQ and see what thing you should do today. You're unusually nervous this time, wondering if you'll mess anything up. You feel so incredibly queasy around him now.

As you find a portal, you sneak your way in with your invisibility power. You see Miguel watching and scrolling thru some screens and you just can't stop glaring at him sitting on his desk. You had a sudden urge to just climb on top of him and straddle him with your hips. You started having lewd thoughts and you started having a pool of arousal grow the more you stood there.

Little did you know, Miguel could sniff your wetness. He knew it was you because he remembers your scent. As he scrolls through the perspective cams, he finally shuts them down. He pretends he's not aware you're in the same room with him, in his office. Alone together.

"Didn't figure I'd finally catch you." Miguel said with a sly smirk. "You are such a fucking intolerance that I can't stand, I mean you mess with my missions half of the time..god you're such an annoyance! You know that right?" He said while walking closer towards you.

Until out of nowhere, he immediately uses his red lasso and webs to pin you onto a wall. You audibly gasp because you find this completely unexpected. You quickly start thinking what caused him to find what place you were at. How did he know you were there? This was unusual because other times you were around him, he didn't do anything. But your arousal just began to grow even wetter.

"H-how did you know I was here?!?" You said with worry. "I promise I was just playing around, I didn't mean anything horrible. I p-promise, please don't hurt me!" You beg. You try getting out of his grasp but your hands are winded behind your back. You hate to admit it but you're getting even more turned on by this.

"Ay cariño... podía oler tu excitación..Hueles tan bien..como dulce..por fin te tengo en la palma de mis manos amor.." He says while chuckling lowly.

You were struggling to get out his web, your eyes still on his, watching him creep closer to you second by second. Your heart starts racing so fast when he's above you. Miguel is so much more taller than you. You only understood a bit of Spanish but god did you adore his accent.

"Stay still f'me, mi vida. Vuevles aver me? Ya sé que te encantó haciendo estos juegos, muñeca. Queda quieta..stay still.." Miguel says with a tone of lustfulness.

"Please Miguel, I really meant no harm..please let me go. " You keep babbling incoherent words because the only thing you can focus on is his collarbone, his amazing physique. His biceps flex with every move, god how badly you want him to choke you with his hands. His prominent veins also catch your eyes. You observe every aspect of him especially what's between his thighs.

You hold back a stifled moan just from staring at him. Your mind starts racing with so many ways this could possibly go.

"You shouldn't have messed with me, amor. You should always keep in mind how your actions always come with consequences, right cariño? Y'know.. you really caused me a lot of stress these past few days. It's not so easy catching a dangerous anomaly almost everyday, muneca." He said while his muscles begin to tense. He absolutely loved the way he caged over your small body. He could just eat you right then and there.

"Mejor un sabor de tu coño me hace sentir mejor, bebé." His tone dripping with amusement.

"M-miguel.. I don't think you're thinking straight. Okay! I'm sorry about what I've done, I won't do it ever again!"

"Oh I promise you won't do it ever again. I should teach you a lesson. Will you be a good girl for me?"

You try your best to not give into your deep pleasures, so you continue to put up your arrogant side. "Miguel, you wouldn't dare to touch me because you don't know what horrible things I would do this place! I will ruin you!" You yell with fake confidence.

Miguel chuckles darkly. "Not if I ruin you first cariño. Look how cute you look squirming. I think I would love to keep you around as a stress relief toy, què no? I think you and I would both enjoy that." Miguel finally stands infront of you and crouches to your height.

"mmm, smell so good.. let me fill you up, amor. I could smell you miles away..you're so wet for me. You know you want this."

You try denying it as much as you could, you couldn't believe what Miguel was even uttering. Your brain starts fogging up and you finally give up.

"I-i do Miguel. I crave you. I can't hold myself anymore whenever I see you, I want your cock inside me please Miguel." You beg.

"Such a needy little slut aren't you? You want this cock so bad..don't you?" You nod slowly, biting your lower lip. Miguel finally released you from his webs and you immediately flop to the ground on your hands and knees. You look at him through your lashes.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me, cariño. I should do something with that pretty mouth of yours, que no? " He said with a sneer spreading across his face.

"Please Miguel do anything to me.." You say with a whimper in your voice. You're starting to get impatient and your cunt is now soaking wet, longing for something long and girthy inside of you. Your lips hang open. You stare at his crotch and approach your hands to his bulge. God, he was huge.

He slaps your hands away from approaching him. "Who said you could do that, amor? I'm the one who controls around here. You'll do anything I'll say like a good girl right?" Miguel said while huffing, your position on your knees has him holding every restraint he has left in him. "Si Miguel." You say.

He presses his index finger on your chin, lifting it up to face him. "Remember no teasing cariño, only I do that. Do that and you'll get a punishment." Miguel removed his suit and his physique was even more amazingly sculpted. His boxers were then brought to his knees and his cock sprung free. The brown tip leaking with pre-cum. It's begging to be sucked.

You part your lips open and hold onto his length, both of your hands don't even cover him. You lick his pre-cum from the tip like a kitten. You do circles with your tongue on his tip, making him more sensitive.

Miguel's mind starts fogging up with what many things he wants to do to that pretty little pussy of yours and make you his slut.

You then try taking his length in your warm, silky mouth, his cock twitching, begging for more warmth. As you take half of him in your throat, you bob your head up and down in a rhythmic pace. You stroke the rest of him that doesn't fit inside your mouth. You start moaning and panting when you take him, you try going even deeper. Your throat starts choking.

You then look up at Miguel. He has the most lustful expression you've ever seen. His eyebrows are furrowed together, he's biting his lips. Staring deep into your soul with his crimson eyes.

"Ay muñeca, me haces.. fuck.. sentir mejor.." He said while looking down at your small figure taking his length slowly. Miguel was tired with teasing and was barely holding by a thread from throat fucking your throat.

You release your lips around him to breathe. A string of pre-cum from your lips and his cock made him finally lose it. Miguel couldn't hold himself back anymore. All of his morals go out the window as he violently bucks his hips against your throat. Mounts of tears start to stream down your face as his cock runs so deep and warm down your throat. It hurts as first but it then drives you insane.

The sound of sucking and popping echoes through the room. He's so close, you can feel it. You look up at him, battering your wet lashes at him. Taking him like a good girl, you thought.

His head rolls back and his jaw tightens as he's reaching his limit. Your throat wrapping around his cock made him twitch uncontrollably. Your soft tongue swirling around him also aroused him. Miguel was holding onto the wall to stay still because your throat feels so amazing. He starts wondering how euphoric your pussy must feel.

He then loudly groans and curses in Spanish under his breath as he thrusts one more time down your throat to spread his seed. His cum tastes salty then sweet. It's a treat for you. You drink all of his cum, swirling your tongue around his cock, making sure you take every last droplet.

"Mierda..eres magnífica, ma." He says while heavily panting. "Your throat fits my cock perfectly." Miguel looks at you up and down hungrily. He then grabs your arm and places you on top of his desk. He throws everything on the floor. You're his only focus now.

You're cunt is throbbing for something, it feels so empty. You haven't been able to satisfy yourself so you run your hands to rub your clothed clit but Miguel slaps your ass before you do.

"Only I can do that, mi vida. You can't touch yourself without my permission. Ahora.. quítate la ropa." He said with heavy impatience. The idea aroused you.

You do so, you slowly tease him as you remove your suit. Going from top to bottom. Removing every clothing off your body. Miguel hungrily follows your curves. He eyes you so lustfully. You're now fully naked in front of him. He can't stop staring at your pussy. Miguel's gaze is almost unreadable.

Suddenly, he grabs your throat, almost choking you. You try talking but you just give up because you enjoy this too much to even talk back. "What did I say about teasing me cariño? I thought you were going to be a good slut for me.. y'know I don't wanna play games with you anymore."

You moan as his grip remains on your stronger and your body hitched as the cold air washes over you. Your nipples are perked up, begging for some attention. "Now let me touch you, princessa." Miguel kneels down and whispers "puta madre, eres una maravilla.." at your cunt. His warm breath makes you twitch. You can't hold back anymore and want some sort of touch. His fingers separate your lips to see your glistening cunt. His dark, crimson eyes bore into yours as he pushed two fingers up your pretty cunt.

"You're so wet... are you that needy for my cock, princessa?" He said while smirking devilsly. Your back immediately arched back when he licked your slick wetness. He licked and sucked softly on your clit. He swirls his tongue around your clit in circles, driving you insane. You desperately want more so you buck your hips against his face and grab onto his hair. Miguel slaps your pussy again. "What did I tell you, princessa, be a good slut for daddy." "No one else will ever suck your pretty pussy this good like me, ma, nobody." You let out a loud moan as he slides in his girthy, scarred fingers inside your plushy, soft walls.

" M-miguel.." a soft whimper fell from your lips as you pull his hair between your thighs. He can't wait to stuff his big cock inside your soft, warm pussy. He wants you to beg for him, ache for him, moan his name like a prayer continuously. He goes a steady pace, sliding his fingers in and out while licking your clit. You feel so amazing, you roll your head and your eyes to the back of your skull as you feel your dirty desires finally being fulfilled. Miguel bit the inside of your thighs with his fangs, marking you his and his only.

His cock twitched at the feeling of your soft, silky walls around his fingers, tightening around him. "Look at your cunt.. fuck cariño, tightening around me like a needy bitch. Hm? Tell me how bad you want my cock, ma. Beg for it."

"P-please Miguel, I want your fucking cock inside of my cunt, make me your slut. Fuck me already please." You say while you mewl and whine as his fingers starts sliding in faster than before, you feel something familiar in your lower abdomen. You feel something coming up and you finally snap. You moan loud throughout your orgasm, your legs start twitching uncontrollably as you tighten your thighs around Miguel's head. "M-miguel please stop!" You whine. You started to feel so overstimulated when Miguel sucks your clit, attentively watching your expressions. You try pushing him off but your strength doesn't budge. You start slightly tearing up as you feel you'll completely crumble to pieces and pass out. Miguel finally stops.

"Todavía quieres que juega con tu coño, ma? Sabes tan rica. Cómo dulce caramelo. Eres mia." He said gruffly. "Look at me, mama." You face your eyes at his, begging him to fuck you without mercy just with your eyes. His cock is twitching and he couldn't hold back no more. "Use your words, ma.. do you want my cock?" He grins. He teased you with his cock as he runs it up and down your slick cunt. "Yes Miguel, ple-", you were cut off as he immediately thrusted into your pussy without warning. You screamed out of immense pleasure. "F-FUCK." You've never felt this full before, he took up all the air in your lungs in a second as he started thrusting hard into your cervix. You were now uncontrollably mewing and whining his name non-stop.

"Such a pretty pussy just for me. All mine..look how your dirty pussy keeps sucking me in, princessa.. mierda.." You try rolling your hips at his dick to receive even more friction but he slaps your ass harshly. Over and over, making you scream. "Que te dije, amor." Miguel keeps staring when his cock enters your pussy deep after each thrust. Your hips feel like completely giving up, if it weren't for him holding onto your hips and waist, you would've fallen by now. Your eyes bore into Miguel's eyes and he does the same. He loved seeing how he made you feel, your facial expressions of gasping and panting.. begging for more, made his dick harden. The skin to skin contact drew you and him insane, he started becoming primal. Animalistic.

He loves how his cock feels balls deep inside your warm walls. Sliding easily in and out. Your eyes couldn't stop rolling back as your hips twitched against his. Miguel then started teasing your perked nipples, that finally received some attention. His mouth sucked on your tits, hungrily. He would softly bite it to get more of a reaction out of you. You were even more turned on as he would rest his neck on your shoulder. Kissing your neck, leaving you with hickeys everywhere. He brought out his fangs to taste you even more.

You yelped when his fangs sunk deep into you skin, you felt so intoxicated by the overwhelming pleasure when he start sucking your blood. Your body was starting to limp. He wouldn't let go of his fast space. He starts grabbing a strong hold of your throat and hair. He wanted you all over his body. He pulls your chest to his chest, reaching more amazing spots.

"M-miguel! Please.. I can't take anymore.. please stop, please Miguel it's too m-much f'me." You feel his bulge stick out of your stomach. You wondered how he even fits inside you. "No muñeca..I know you can take this like a good slut, your pussy wants this. Don't deny it." Miguel pants."M-miguel please!" You whine as it pleasure slowly becomes overwhelming for you. Without having another say, he immediately flips you on your chest on his desk, bringing your ass up and tying your hands behind your back so you wouldn't intefere. You found yourself almost collapsing just to the touch of his body weighing down in yours. "I can do anything I want to you, you're my slut. You're my slut! Say it!" Miguel says while panting as he managed to slam even deeper into your cunt at this angle. He grabs your throat, making you face him. "Dígalo, mi corazón. Say you're my pretty little dirty slut." "M-miguel, I'm your fucking..s-slut." You slur your words as you could barely hold words in your throat. Your moans would pronounce Miguel's name incoherently over and over.

The sounds of moaning and skin slapping against each other echoes throughout the room. "feels s'good fuck..mierda. Look what you do to me." You endlessly mewl and whine and moan loudly as he continues to slam his girthy cock, hitting your g-spot. Your back manages to arch even more. Allowing him to go deeper inside you than you ever imagined was even possible.

His hands travel to your clit, rubbing it so slowly. Your mouth is completely agape, gasping for air. He leaves soft kisses down your spine and you shiver as he marks you again with his fangs on your shoulders. His talons begin to tightly grip your hips. Leaving bruises on it for later. The low growls of his whiny voice caused you clench tighter around his cock, causing him to twitch. You were so close, you felt it and he did too.

"Going to fill this pretty pussy full of my cum, princess. Cum for me cariño, do it for me. Make me feel good. Want your pussy to tighten around me." With those words being said, your legs and pussy spasm uncontrollably around his rough, thick cock.

He continued thrusting a few more times inside you, overstimulating you beyond the edge. Both of your bodies emit groans, growls, gasps, and pleasurable moans. "F-fuck I'm so c-close, baby..god. Mierda, amo tu coño." He finally cums inside your pussy, the overwhelming pleasure makes you faint for a while. Miguel finally pulls out and groans as he sees his semen leak out your pussy. "I want you to be full of me.." He pushed two fingers up your cunt to make sure his cum would stay there. He pumps his cum back into your womb.

You now fall completely unconscious as the overwhelmed pleasure took over you. A couple hours later, you wake up next to Miguel. He was staring at you sleeping. You try getting up but Miguel placed you back down on the bed. "No baby, your body needs to rest. You're tired. If you want anything, just ask me muñeca." He said while smiling. You never saw this caring side of him, you loved it already. "Why were you staring at me sleeping, Miguel?" You said with a raspy voice. "You look angelic all the time, cariño. Even when moaning my name." He said while smirking. You feel your cheeks heating up as you vividly remember everything from last night. It was so intense that your body was so sore. For now, all that mattered is that Miguel is with you, taking care of you.

A/n: THAT WAS A LOT for my first time, hope u guys enjoy :3 translations below!

Translations: "cariño": sweetheart

"Muñeca": doll

"Mierda": fuck

"Princessa"- princess

"Amo tu coño": I love your pussy.

"Dígalo mi corazón": Say it, my love

"Que te dije amor": What did I tell you, love

"Todavía quieres que juega con tu coño, ma? Sabes tan rica. Cómo dulce caramelo. Eres mia" : You still want me to play with your pussy, ma? You taste so good. Like caramel candy. You're mine.

"Puta madre, eres una maravilla." -- Holy shit, you're so amazing.

"Ahora. Quítate la ropa." -- Now. Take off your clothes.

"Ya es la quinta vez que ha hecho esto." - It's already the 5th time she's done this.

"Si lo vuelve acer.. la voy acer que se arrepienta." - If ehe does it again... I'm make her regret.

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #smut #hehe oops #:33333 #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #my pookie #Spotify

[peachellaa]

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[shkika]

Poor moon, only one iterator died ever and it was her girlfriend.

Second place in worst luck ever goes to Moonie beaten only by her dead girlfriend!!

It's hard to listen to other iterators talk about how intentional and amazing Sliver's ascension was, when all Moon feels is abandoned.

#this was supposed to be a one drawing flat doodle #uuuuhh #hehe oops #rainworld #rain world #looks to the moon #iterators #my art #ask #anonymous #btw this makes pebbles looking up to sos and wanting to follow in her footsteps worse #thanks for asking

[thewolveswolf]

i need tone indicators for the tone indicators apparently… @mrghostrat

#hehe oops #bilvy

[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 21: I Won’t Let You Go

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*Pic is not mine, found on Pinterest.*

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: brief mention of blood, physical violence (someone gets punched), threats of violence, panic attack, BIG reveal, some sweet moments, Jake (the man’s a warning okay?), the author’s a dick again 🫣

Word Count: 7.2k

Masterlist >> Part 20 >> Part 22

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Bear stilled. Her task of making sure that Bob was okay was put on pause to face the man before her. “Lieutenant Commander Richards,” she spoke in a voice edged in steel as she stared Hazard down. “Care to explain why he’s loose like this?” She had turned to the men escorting him in a heartbeat, staring them down.

All it took for the men escorting Hazard to respond was the hard edge of a CO’s voice, and they scrambled to ensure Hazard was tightly cuffed, that their uniforms were on straight, and making sure they saluted.

Safe to say, these midshipmen had no idea how important their jobs were.

Especially since they were under orders from Admiral Will Harris, passed down by Lieutenant Commander Priya ‘Bug’ Gill, both of which were names that echoed through ranks as being people not to mess with, and to make matters worse, Hazard was supposed to be kept away from Bear. That was the order.

These men had just failed. Because here was Bear, standing face to face with the man who had been responsible for so much.

“Ma’am… we uh, we didn’t think that uh. That people would be around at this time,” one of the midshipmen tried to explain.

“Is that right?” Bear was beyond furious at the lack of care that was being demonstrated by the men before her. “Because I don’t think that you’re aware of exactly why he can’t be anywhere near me.”

“Uh… why’s that? Ma’am.”

Turning the flat look to Hazard, Bear gave him a once over. “Because the last time I was in a room with him, I had a loaded gun held to his head, daring him to give me a reason why I shouldn’t drop him like the dead weight he is.”

“Oh.” The sheer obliviousness in his voice made Bear’s jaw twitch, drawing twin death glares from the men behind her.

“Not to mention,” she ground out. “The stitches on his face that have yet to come out? Those are from the last time he faced down Lieutenant Seresin. So you not only disobeyed direct orders by moving him in daylight, but also by failing to ensure that two of the people he is never to have contact with were not in the path you were taking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Sorry ma’am.”

Jake’s hand had come up to press against her lower back, offering his silent support. He knew she could feel it shaking in anger, but he didn’t care. This was the man, no, the cowardly fuck that had nearly ripped them apart before they had even begun to build something real. “That’s not good enough.” Jake’s voice, like his hands, shook in fury, but Hazard saw it differently.

“Is the big bad pilot scared?” He taunted, the depraved smirk on his face growing larger by the second. Bear hadn’t said a word to him, choosing to stand in front of him looking thoroughly unimpressed. “I guess I’m just surprised that you need someone to fight your battles for you, Bear. But then again, you always did hide up on your perch while the rest of us did the grunt work.”

Bear didn’t say a word, her face impassive. She couldn’t let her anger win. She couldn’t let Hazard think that he had the upper hand. If he ran his mouth long enough, maybe, just maybe, he’d say something to incriminate himself and the others. So she adjusted her gaze, staring him dead in the eyes, daring him to keep going.

And he did. “It’s really just pathetic. This big bad Commander hiding behind a walking Ken doll. I guess you aren’t nearly as tough as you seem, especially if it took getting captured for you to realize that something was wrong. And now, Bear? Good luck ever getting promoted again. You all should be thanking me,” he announced, meeting the furious stares of the men around him, “I just showed you why women aren’t good enough to be in the military. They’re just distractions. Besides, you got captured. It’s not my fault you spent the whole prep time drooling over a man with less intelligence than the plane he flies.

“I fooled you all!” He crowed, sadistic joy growing in his wild eyes. “I fooled the ‘untrickable’ Bear! I am a legend. You believed that I wouldn’t do anything to harm you! That I wasn’t in complete control of this mission, and yet you failed! You had no idea what I did, not until you didn’t die like you were supposed to!” His face had split into a manic grin, everything about him was wild, unhinged like a wolverine in a cage.

It would have been enough to be terrified of had Bear not been worse, more unhinged and broken after her triumphant return to the Air Base. But all Jake could focus on was how still Bear was. She barely moved, even as Hazard continued to rant and rave, bragging about how he was the best by a mile, the most intelligent, the bravest, the most daring.

Jake could barely make out the words being spoken now, he was numb. The same overwhelming feeling he had when he had confronted Hazard in the manner that had led to the stitches that still sat in his cheeks and head. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, and his hands shook, every fiber of his being wanted to jump forwards, to prove that Hazard was none of what he had proclaimed himself to be. But he couldn’t. This was Bear’s fight now.

“And to your precious Flyboy,” Hazard spat venomously. “You were supposed to die.”

What? Bear’s eyes widened a fraction at the statement. Hazard had a problem with her, not Jake. Her mind was calm, but her heart hadn’t received the memo and it had sunk into her stomach at his words.

“Oh yeah. I really thought Shrike would have said something. After all, she did find the missing bolt in my pocket after she grabbed me. But I guess she didn’t tell you. Useless bitch.” Hazard was completely gone. Where he stood was not a man Bear knew, that creature was not the man that had fought alongside her for years. This was a monster. “And what makes it all so much better? The fact that I had help from someone you trusted. I’ll give you a hint: rhymes with ‘Glare’.”

Bear’s heart stopped still, but her mind spun with question upon question, each finding themself no answer in the torrent of emotion. Flare? Her Lieutenant? The woman running her intelligence team? The young woman who showed so much promise and had reminded Bear so much of herself? She had helped this… fuck up? That wasn’t right, it had to be a lie. Flare would never have done this, not to Bear, not to her team. At least not willingly.

A lump hardened in her throat and Bear stood stock still, her eyes betraying her hurt and shock, as she stared Hazard down. “What.” Her tone was short and clipped, the fury barely contained. It was like she was transported back to Riyadh, standing in that meeting room with a gun to Hazard’s head, only this time, he had the upper hand.

The look on Hazard’s face twisted and morphed into one of pure glee. “Oh yeah. She’s been in on this since the start. Since before pretty boy over there. I only had to suggest that she’d be blamed for everything. It was so easy even one of your stupid flying monkeys could have done it! That and well, since I had to improvise, Jake, her capture is your fault. You didn’t die, so she had to.”

Jake froze, heart thrumming like that of a rabbit being hunted. He would have died if it had meant Bear was safe, but she had done the same for him only hours later. What had Hazard done? “What?” The word slipped from his lips faster than he could catch them and Hazard’s face only grew more maniacal.

“Oh yeah. I pulled a bolt from your plane while you were distracted with little miss tits for brains over there. You were supposed to crash and burn up the minute you hit a certain altitude, but I guess Gallows fucked up on that part.” The Seal was ranting and raving like a lunatic, completely unaware that he had just given up another co-conspirator. “You didn’t die easily. So one little phone call, a truck mounted missile and BOOM! NO MORE FLYBOY! You still feel like a man?! You got her captured because YOU. WOULDN’T. DIE. EASILY.

“ALL IT TOOK WAS ONE PHONE CALL! I HAD JUST ABOUT SOLVED ALL OF MY PROBLEMS BUT NEITHER OF YOU DIED!! BUT I STILL WIN! I WILL ALWAYS WIN BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO PATHE-”

Bob had had enough. This man, standing before them, wouldn’t stop. Bear was stunned, Hazard couldn’t see it, but Bob did. He knew that under the dangerous calm she gave off that she was hurt, her sense of trust twisted and warped into something that she didn’t recognize. Jake was beyond furious and Bob? Bob had never been this angry in his life, and Hazard just wouldn’t stop. Before he could stop himself, he had stepped forwards, arm raised and let his fist fly.

Hazard hit the ground from the force of the punch, abruptly finding himself cut off from the mania that had fueled him seconds earlier. He stared up in shock at Bob, who had taken on the anger Jake had been feeling. He had run his mouth for too long, and it was about damn time someone shut it for him.

Bear sprung into action, backing Bob off towards Jake, who stood close by, his green eyes staring daggers into Hazard’s fallen form. “You!” She barked, pointing at the midshipmen who stood stock still in shock. “Get him out of my sight. If I ever see him again, neither he nor you will live to see the light of day again. Am I clear?”

“Yes Ma’am. Crystal clear, Ma’am.” The taller of the two men nodded frantically, and hauled Hazard to his feet and practically dragged him down the hallway towards the infirmary, blood dotting the floor from Hazard’s once again broken nose.

“Lieutenant Floyd.” Bear had rounded on Bob and the look on her face erased any remaining bit of anger flowing in his blood. “What the hell?”

“Commander, I-” He began but shut his mouth quickly.

Bear hated that she had to ream him out. Bob had done what both her and Jake couldn’t, but that didn’t make it right. “No. I appreciate the thought that went into that but you went about the wrong way. I will be speaking with Captain Mitchell about this.”

“I understand,” he replied dejectedly, staring at his boots.

Bear glanced around, before dropping her voice. “Bob. Look at me.” When he did, she continued. “I do have to inform Mav of what happened, but I will be giving him the full story, including that you were standing up for a superior. I don’t expect you’ll be blamed as I have the whole thing recorded.”

Jake made a strangled noise. “What?”

Bear just grinned at him, doing her best impression of the maniac look on Hazard’s face the second he had seen her. “Phone, back pocket. That man never knew when to shut up so I figured I’d catch him in the act. Now, you both need to cool down. Go do that. If I catch wind of either one of you informing the others of what just happened here, I will have both your asses.”

“What about you?” Jake asked, looking at her worriedly.

“I’m fine.”

“Okay…” he trailed off, not looking convinced. “I’ll find you later?”

“We’ll see.” Her words were short and clipped, desperately trying to stem the tears that wanted to slip from her eyes. “Have a good day boys.”

And with that, she left. Striding down the hall to find Flare, willing herself not to cry until she was somewhere safe after all of this.

===

The door to the meeting room flung open and the women inside jumped. Bug took one look at Bear’s face and knew immediately that something was wrong. “What happened?”

“Lieutenant Trace, you are excused.” Her voice was hollow. First Chip, and now Flare? This had been too much for her to handle on top of the trauma she was trying to fight off with a stick and she was oh so close to just snapping.

“Bear?” Flare’s voice was timid, so very unlike her usual demeanour that it only served to confirm what Bear knew. “What’s going on?”

Bear ignored the younger woman in favour of watching Phoenix leave the room before bolting the door behind her. “So Bug. I just found out some information.”

Bug’s gaze flicked back and forth between her CO and Flare. “What about?” She was cautious in her tone, treading carefully in order to ensure Bear didn’t blow up.

“Flare… anything you want to tell Bug?” Bear’s voice was sharp, abrasive; it was loud and calm and somehow that scared Flare far more than anything else. “That wasn’t a suggestion, Lieutenant Komori.”

“I…IwasmanipulatedintohelpingHazardaftermyinformationwasusedtokillsc-outsthatwewereusingintheregionandsabotagethedroneandpersonnelcounts. He said that he would kill me like he has you!” Flare confessed in a rush before burying her head in her hands and beginning to sob.

Bug looked bewildered. “What?”

“She said that Hazard manipulated her too, just like Chip. Told her that since he had used her information to kill our scouts, sabotage the drone imaging for the mission prep, and fuck up our enemy personnel counts, that her indirect involvement meant that he could take her down too. Like he did me, apparently.” Bear’s arms were folded, hands hidden so that she wouldn’t reach out to Flare and try to soothe her. Meanwhile, her heart was breaking as Flare sobbed into her uniform and she stood and watched, helpless to do anything as anger raced through her veins like jet fuel. She needed answers before she could offer comfort to the crying woman before her.

She was angry, both at herself for not seeing any of this, and at Flare for not coming forward. She had trained her team to be honest. To treat the team like family and this happened?! How could it not be her fault?

Bug’s soft tone broke through the storm raging in Bear’s head. “Mei, what happened exactly?”

Flare hiccuped, keeping her face buried in her arms. Of all the things she felt at this moment, guilt was the most prominent. She had let Bear down, her mentor and maternal figure. She had been threatened into submission by a man who failed in his every attempt to remove both Bear and Hangman and now she had to face the consequences that came with the decision that she had thought was the right one.

Bug’s hand on her shoulder had Mei lifting her head, her face contorted in a half-sob that escaped her when she caught the look of disappointment and betrayal on Bear’s face. “I-I… That project,” she began, her voice thick with unshed tears. “The intelligence gathering that I had to do from the beginning? Hazard had finished with his task, Bug had deemed it satisfactory so he went to ‘help’ me. He took my lists of friendlies in the area, claimed that he would make contact and get the information that I hadn’t yet put together. He said he was trying to be helpful.” She dissolved into another wave of tears as Bear looked on, her trust in the young woman before her shattered to bits.

Bear still felt numb. Ever since Hazard had told her about Flare, she had been numb to anything else, resorting to using her Commander personna to prevent people from asking if she was okay. It had only slightly worked, but now Bear wished that she didn’t have to feel this pain. Wished and hoped and prayed that Flare had just agreed that Hazard would be a better leader and that Bear was better off dead than have to sit and face the fact that she had had a fox in the henhouse. She knew it was cowardly, but she couldn’t help it. Anyone would do the same in her position.

“… the next thing I knew, he-he had me pressed against the wall and told me that if I ever breathed a word of what he did to you or Bear, that he would kill me slowly. Priya, he promised to do the same to my family, to you, to anyone on the team that I cared about! I just kept my mouth shut and hoped that no one would notice and that maybe I could go and tell one of you but he was always right fucking there!

“Then the drone went down. I did what you asked, Bear. I ordered it up again and the footage we got was the last from the team. They were found murdered days later in their HQ. I went to talk to you, but he saw me on my way, he hit me.” The words were flowing from her lips faster than Flare could speak, but this had all been bottled up for too long and now her conscience was making a play to clear itself, to dump all she knew at the feet of the women who could try and fix it. “So I didn’t find you after that. How could I?. And it was all fine until we deployed and you needed those figures. I gave you the right ones and when Ha- he found out, he hit me again. Somewhere no one would notice. He threatened me again, told me that he was running out of patience, that next time he would kill me.”

The room went silent. Bug had sat down in shock at the description of what Hazard had done to Mei in order to get her to keep her mouth shut. Bear had to turn away, her stomach churning. She had been so caught up in the sting of betrayal that she had forgotten that Flare, that Mei, had been a victim in this too.

“And? What happened next?” Bear’s hoarse voice broke through the silence as she came to sit down at the table. She would listen. Flare deserved to be heard, especially after what had been done to her. As Commander, Bear had to listen and she knew that the alternative for her would be storming to the brig and murdering Hazard herself. “It’s okay, Flare. He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him.”

Flare drew a shaky breath. She had stopped crying some time ago but her hands and voice shook as she had spoken, glossing over what Hazard had threatened to do because she just couldn’t put it into words. “We hit the ground running in Riyadh, there wasn’t time to tell you. Bear, I swear on my life I would have said something if it was safe to do so. I was just so scared and he had threatened my life too many times not to kill me if I tried to come find you. So I just did my best to try and minimize his effects, but I didn’t know that he would try to kill you or… or Jake. The grenade thrown at you in the compound… Colton told me that it was supposed to kill you. If you hadn’t thrown it,” Mei paused, trying to steady her breathing. “We would have died from an American grenade. Not an Arabian one.

“I just… I’m so sorry Bear,” Flare said as another wave of tears crashed over her. “I’m so sorry. I understand if you can’t ever forgive me, I betrayed your trust. I hurt the team…”

“Mei…” Bear’s tone was gentle as tears pricked the corners of her eyes and her throat tightened. “Oh Mei. I don’t blame you. I blame Colton and his stupid fucking superiority complex. You…” she trailed off, trying to think of her next words. Her heart broke for what Flare had been put through, even if she herself had been the primary target, it didn’t change the fact that Mei had been a victim herself. Her mind however, raced through the millions of questions that had come up as Flare rambled out her story even as she knew that this was no time for them.

She swallowed thickly, stuffing her tears back and forcing herself to remain in her usual calm, collected state. Her team, despite taking orders from Bug, still looked to her for how to act during this time. Her calmness would trickle down through the ranks, spreading to even the most junior of her team, but that didn’t mean it didn’t ache to see how much this had shook everyone to their very cores. Bear wanted to scream, rant, rave, and just destroy it all if only to exact a fraction of the pain Colton had caused her team back on him.

But that wasn’t her job and it wasn’t her place.

She had to grin and bear it. Suck it up and move on like parts of her hadn’t been carved away.

“You shouldn’t have had to do this alone,” Bug replied, wrapping Flare in a tight hug and holding her close. And Bear had to turn away for fear of her mask cracking. She so desperately wanted to be angry, but Flare wasn’t the target of her anger. Hell, Colton, Hazard, wasn’t either. Bear was angry at everything that had ever convinced Hazard that he deserved something that wasn’t his. She was furious at the powers that had bound her hands the second she had freed them from her captors. In a way, the last time she was free was those two days driving across the desert, just her and Amir. No expectations, no rules, no bosses or legislation, and it had been a relief to just abandon the weight that she had always carried. So no, no she couldn’t just sit here and watch Bug hold Flare.

She needed to leave the room. “W- we’ll finish this discussion later,” Bear said, her voice cracking on the first syllable. “I just… I ne-I need to figure this all out.” Bear left the room, trying to ignore the ache that had settled in her chest at Flare’s cries and her own repressed ones.

===

Jake found her a few hours later, curled up on her bunk, phone in hand as she spoke to someone over the phone. He stood in the doorway, watching her, worry growing in his mind. Bear had disappeared almost immediately after Hazard had said what he had, and no one had seen her. Not Mav, not Shrike, no one. “He got the letter?” Her voice was quiet, but it still cut through the cloudiness of his senses, letting him breathe.

Colonel Richmond, the Riyadh Base Commander, replied “He did. I made sure of it myself.” He had been waiting for Bear to call him, and had actually called her first to ensure that she was aware that Amir was going home.

“And he’s safe?”

“He is. Amir went home to his family earlier today. Both parents came, and we made sure the money you left was given to them. It’s all taken care of, Commander.”

Bear bit her lip, nodding slowly. “Good. Thank you, Colonel.”

“It was my pleasure. Goodbye.”

“Bye.” Bear’s phone slipped from her hands and fell onto the bed. Tears raced down her cheeks, this time, ones of relief. Amir was okay. He and his family were reunited, and everything was going to be okay. Then she remembered Hazard’s words. “You got her captured because YOU. WOULDN’T. DIE. EASILY.” They pounded against her heart with every beat. He was just trying to strike a nerve, she reasoned.

The little voice in her head chimed in. “He got to you.” That was enough for her cries to turn into sobs, the words cutting deeper than anything. No one could know, she thought bitterly.

But to Jake, this hurt more. Yes, the barbs about his crash getting Bear captured stung, but seeing Bear break down like this hurt him far more deeply than a few nasty words. “Teddy…” he breathed, stepping closer to her bed, momentarily forgetting that she didn’t know he was there.

“What.” Her words were snarled out, a guttural sound that made his blood chill. Bear couldn’t handle being the strong one right now; she needed to cry, needed to break down and slowly put herself back together. She had to grieve the parts of her that Saif and the others took from her. The pieces that hid the nastiness and ugliness that her job inflicted upon her. The parts that Hazard had warped beyond all recognition. So she wiped at her face, blew out a breath and turned to give whoever had interrupted her a piece of her mind.

At least that was what she was going to do.

Until she saw that it was Jake, and she couldn’t hold it back anymore. Fat, ugly sobs wracked her body as she slid from her bed to crumple on the floor like a puppet cut free of the strings that had held it together for far too long. After years of taking on everyone’s pain, mourning others, grieving in silence for everything she’d ever lost, now the dam broke. Bear had spent so long trying to disappear into her pain, never letting it see the light of day, refusing to inconvenience those around her, but every time she pushed it aside, there was always a tiny voice crying out “Find me please! Lead me out of the darkness!” Until now, no one had ever caught her and held her during this vulnerable moment. Until Jake, no one sought her out after something traumatic. Until him. “Please…” she choked out. “Please.”

It was freeing somehow, being held as she sobbed. Jake’s touch helped to ground her, the little nothings being whispered that she couldn’t hear over her tears, the steady thump of his heart beating; it all guided her through the anguish. “I’ve got you.” Those answering words, a quiet acknowledgement of her suffering.

Jake could do nothing but sit beside her, arms cradling a woman who had spent too long in control. It broke his heart to hear her quiet pleading, her begging for someone else to guide her, to let her have a moment to process. So he held on, letting his hand move up and down her back, doing his best to ground her. “I’ve got you,” he murmured through his own tears. “No one is taking us from each other again.”

Slowly, but surely, Bear began to calm down. Her hiccuping sobs left, until she sat there, exhausted and warm from Jake’s arms around her. “There she is,” he whispered, his own voice too hoarse from his own silent tears. “There’s my girl.”

“I’m here.” Her voice barely made a sound, but he heard her. “I’m… I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“No.” Jake grabbed her face gently, forcing her reddened eyes to look at him. “You do not get to apologize for something that you needed. You hear me?” He had used her name in those two sentences. No nickname, no pet name. Her name. “You needed to let it out. Carrying that around, that’s not healthy. And I will be here for you when you need to let go of your control. Just like you would do for me. Okay?”

Bear nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Jake. “I need words, pretty girl.” His voice caught briefly, a bit of emotion stuck in his throat as he sat there, watching a flurry of emotion pass through her eyes.

“Okay.” And she meant it. Letting go was so hard for her, a woman trapped in a man’s job, a man’s world where weakness wasn’t allowed. “Okay.” A feather-light kiss brushed her forehead and she felt Jake chuckle when her eyes fluttered shut at the gentle contact. “What?”

“Nothing.” Jake’s heart still hurt for her, but further past that, he felt so much love for her. Hell, he’d practically always loved her, but now, after watching her last wall crumble, he loved her far deeper than he could explain. It was like the last piece in a puzzle slotted together, like the catch of a tail hook when landing. Something so innate and natural that he could scarcely remember his life before Bear had slid into that missing place.

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, tasting the saltiness of her tears and continued to press kisses all over her face, trying to make her smile. He was successful; a small breathy chuckle left her lips. All she could spare after the tide of emotion that had coursed out of her. “What is that for?” She asked him, having buried her face back into his neck.

“No reason. Other than I love you.” The way he said it was so innocent, so young. It didn’t meld with the strong man whose arms held her tight. He was warm, patient, strong, and comforting. Exactly what she needed him to be at this moment.

Bear sighed, her heart full. No longer did the angst and anguish plague her. Yes, she still felt the sorrow that she always would for the woman she had been before all of this, but she had spent time living with it, not avoiding it. It would hurt for awhile, stuff like this always did, but Bear knew that with Jake beside her, she could handle it. She could and would work through it. But not tonight. Tonight, all she wanted to do was be held by the man she knew would be her forever. She wanted to crawl into a bubble that was just the two of them and live there forever. “I love you too, Jake.”

“Good. Now, I’m going to help you up and get you something to drink. Then, I’m going to come back and if you were planning on sleeping alone tonight, you can forget about that,” Jake told her, as he slowly helped her to her feet. Bear knew that she wobbled a little but he caught her so easily. “You okay for a bit, Teddy?”

“Yeah. I will be. Just… hurry?” Bear felt a little silly wanting him to stay, but the rational part of her brain told her insecurities to fuck off. She deserved good things, after all she would tell Jake the same. So why shouldn’t she believe it?

He nodded, watching Bear slide off into another head space. All it took was the feel of his fingers gliding over her wrist to shake her out of it. “I’ll be so quick you won’t know I’m gone. How’s that sound, darlin’?”

A shy smile met his firm but kind gaze. “That sounds perfect.”

“Good.” Jake went to drop another gentle kiss to her cheek, but Bear turned her head, directing him to kiss her. And he did, but he wasn’t expecting her to deepen it so suddenly. To lick into his mouth and kiss him with such a ferocity that he was almost certain came from the darkest parts of her.

When she pulled back, it was his turn to chase her lips, kissing her back with what felt like a fraction of the passion she was giving him. It was at that moment Jake realized just how deep her love for him went. Beyond the depths of her heart, beyond the vastness of the sky, farther and deeper than he had even thought possible for her. She loved him like he loved her: with every cell, every molecule in his body.

Jake finally pulled back, needing air, but he didn’t go far. “Goddamn darlin’, keep kissin’ me like that an’ you’ll have a whole ‘nother problem.” He couldn’t help the husky drawl that slipped free of his throat, and it gave him great pleasure to see Bear shiver at his tone. “I’m gonna go grab that water, you get changed. Okay?”

Bear nodded, her pupils still blown from the passion of the kisses they shared. She chewed on her lip, suddenly shy under the intensity of his gaze. “Okay. Yeah, umm… you should go do that,” Bear told him, finally finding her voice. “I’ll just…”

Jake chuckled, shooting her a wink before slipping out the door and into the hall. He found himself having to lean against the wall, letting his head fall back to express against the cool metal. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, blowing out a deep breath. “What am I gonna do with you, Teddy?”

===

When he returned with a water bottle in hand some time later, Jake found Bear half asleep on top of her covers, dressed in shorts and a large t-shirt. It made him chuckle to himself as he stepped closer, trying to avoid the flailing arms that tended to happen when he had tried to wake her up before. “Hey darlin’.” His voice was low but the softness in his whisper made her stir just a little.

“Hey.” Bear cracked an eye open and glanced blearily up at Jake. She could just make out his floppy hair and his arm holding out a water bottle. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“All good, Teddy. Drink up, it should make the headache that you’re trying to hide go away.” Jake knelt over her on the bed, wiggling as close as he could while Bear sat up to sip at the water handed to her.

“Thank you.”

“C’mon, you don’t gotta thank me for somethin’ that simple. That’s just basic decency.” Jake waved off her gratitude in favor of clambering under the blankets and patting the spot next to him.

Bear swallowed thickly. “I meant earlier. A lot of guys would have left me alone if they walked in and saw that.” Her voice was small, almost like she was trying to hide.

She watched his jaw clench in anger at her words. Not at her, no, never at her, but at the assholes that had convinced her that she wasn’t worth being around. That she didn’t deserve to be soft. “That’s a load of bull shit and you know that, Teddy. I said that I’d be here for as long as you want me to be, till the bitter end and back again. I am going to keep that promise.” Jake’s tone had softened as he took in her awkward positioning. “Now come on. Let’s actually get to sleep, okay?”

“That sounds good.” Bear slid under the blankets next to him, pressing herself tight to his side and pillowing her head on his chest, pleased at the warmth his body gave off. “Love you,” she murmured into his shirt.

“Love you too.” Jake pulled her impossibly closer to him, rolling a little to envelop her in his arms. It brought him peace to do so, holding his girl tightly in such a way that she couldn’t be taken from him, nor he from her. He felt calm in this moment of closeness and it took nothing for him to drift off into dreamland, pulling Bear along with him.

===

Jake woke to the feeling of fingers trailing along his chest, gently tracing the ridges of his pecs. “Morning,” he grunted, catching the hand that had continued its ministrations. “Gotta say, that’s still one hell of a sight. Waking up next to you.”

Bear flushed at having been caught ogling, but Jake didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed rather proud of himself at having caught her in the act if the thumb tracing her knuckles was any indication. “Morning Jake,” she whispered, chewing on her bottom lip as she took in the sleepiness of his face that slowly faded the longer she lay and watched him.

“Sleep well?” The gravelly rumble of his voice sent shivers down her spine and had Bear clenching her thighs together once, twice at the sound.

She nodded, a small smile beginning to show itself on her face. “I did. Did you?”

Jake blinked the last of sleep from his eyes, propping himself up on his elbow, watching Bear trace the lines in his face. “Mmmm. Slept great. I gotta be careful now. If I keep fallin’ asleep next to this pretty lil thing, I might not get outta bed in the morning.” He squeezed her hand, watching as Bear’s face erupted in a fierce blush.

“Stop it.” Bear knew her face and ears had turned a bright red and under Jake’s stare, the color only deepened. She turned away, hiding her face in the pillow that had slipped away from them during the night.

“Uh uh. Hold on now. Running away on me, Teddy?” Jake knew the effects his voice had on Bear, it was practically written on her face in capital letters. So sue him if he relished in his ability to fluster her beyond all shadow of a doubt. “Can’t have you doin’ that, now can we?”

She didn’t answer him, choosing to bury her face deeper into the pillow. Everything about the man behind her sent up a cloud of butterflies that went racing through her stomach and lungs whenever he so much as looked at her with mischief sparkling in those green eyes.

“Teddy…” his tone held a playful warning and if Bear had deigned to meet his eyes, she would have seen the teasing hiding within them. It took him nothing to roll her under him, grinning down at her after she let out the minute shriek she had. “I did warn you.”

Bear swatted at his chest, her face still bright red. “Get off me!”

“Hmmm. I don’t think I will.” Jake knew he was being a little shit, but he just couldn’t help himself. Everything about Bear in the morning had him ready to go. The second she gave the okay, she was his in every way he had desired since he had seen her in action. The mere thought had blood rushing from his head so quickly that it made him dizzy. “You gotta do something for me first.”

She rolled her eyes, swatting him again. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Deadly.”

“Fine.” Bear reached up and pulled Jake on top of her, kissing him deeply. “Better?”

Jake blinked. “Ummm… can I get back to you in three to seven business days?”

“You tease.”

“You love me.”

She grinned. “I do. And I have to get to work.”

“Noooo,” he whined, putting his whole weight on top of her. He was trying desperately to keep her close to him, knowing that she would bury herself in her work and leave him all alone all day. “You can’t go.”

“Jake, honey.” Bear would have laughed if she didn’t have the full weight of her man on top of her. “Please. I have things to do.”

“I’m a thing, do me,” Jake quipped back, grinning down at her. “Come on, just a little longer.”

Bear began to wiggle under him, trying to free herself. “If I stay here any longer, I won’t get up,” she tried to reason. “Please Jake. I’ll come by around lunch time like I did yesterday.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, rolling over and letting her get up, but not before grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto the bed with a screech. Jake had stuck his fingers in her sides under the shirt she wore and begun tickling her.

“Wh-whyyyyyyyy!” Bear tried to say over her giggles. “Jake - wwwwhyyyyyy - stoppppp!” She was batting at his hands, trying and failing to stop him, until a flailing elbow nearly took him out, and finally he relented.

“There we go. My mama always said that starting the day off laughing would always make it better,” Jake reasoned as he took in Bear who lay sprawled across his lap.

“Did she now?” Bear looked up at him, humming to herself as she watched humor dance on Jake’s face above her. The soft look in his eyes damn near stole her breath and she found herself wondering for a moment how she of all people managed to snare him. Jake was far better than she deserved, but hours earlier, she had told herself that she deserved happiness. Jake was that happiness and if he wanted her, which he did, Bear knew that everything would work itself out.

He hummed, watching himself in her eyes. The crinkles in the corners as she gave him a soft smile that he knew matched his own only had him falling impossibly deeper. Here Bear was vulnerable, open, trusting, and he was the only one who got to see this. “She did. She’d love you.”

The woman in question smiled up at him, leaning up to press her lips to his quickly before slipping from his grasp. “It sounds like I’d love her too.” Bear’s smile couldn’t help but grow as she watched Jake perch on her bunk, blankets pooling around his hips, his green eyes fixated on her every movement. “After all. She did raise you.”

Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes at her words. “I was a hellion.” His words were fond, just like the smile that had seemed to permanently adorn his face.

Bear merely grinned, stripping off her pajamas and dressing in her uniform. She could feel Jake’s gaze raking over the scars on her back before they finally dipped to the curve of her ass and thighs. He wasn’t even being subtle, the concept seeming to elude him the longer he watched Bear move about the tiny room. “Of that,” Bear paused to grab her hair elastic before she continued, “I am 100 percent certain.”

“Tease.”

“Menace.”

Jake stood up, coming to stand in behind her before ducking his head down to rest on her shoulder. He trailed feather-light kisses up the curve of her neck, reveling in the subtle shiver that raced through her body. He didn’t want her to leave and he said as much against her, punctuating his words with a playful nip.

Bear’s face was bright red and she was suddenly very thankful that Jake wasn’t looking her in the eyes. She knew that her desire for him danced in them and that wasn’t something that could be solved right now. Right now, she had a meeting to attend with the ship’s officers. “Jake…”

“Mmm…” he hummed against her skin, mesmerized by the softness and her scent. It took her turning around, hands coming up to hold his face to hers, for Jake to be dislodged from his thoughts. “I heard you, Teddy.”

Bear kissed him softly and stepped back. “Good news is, we should be docking tomorrow.” She had grabbed her watch and was fastening it as she spoke. “I’ll see you later.”

===

Up in the command center, Bear found herself standing before a video call with Admiral Harris. “Sir. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Yes Commander. You are to disembark a day early due to reasons that are already known to you. Reasons that transpired during the operation known as Hellfire.” The Admiral’s tone was firm, but Bear knew that there was some genuine concern for her lurking deep, deep down. “Your orders are the following: pack your belongings, meet the Lincoln’s Commander on deck to prep for disembarkment, and most importantly, you do not breathe a word of this to anyone until after our debrief has occurred. Am I clear, Commander?”

Bear’s heart sank. She couldn’t tell anyone. Not Bug. Not Mav. Not Jake. The things that this could do to their sprouting relationship. Would it kill it completely? Or could they work past this?

She had to believe that they could. It would only be for a day, right? So Bear nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Crystal clear, Sir.”

“Good. I will see you at the pier, Commander.” And just like that, the video feed cut out, leaving Bear standing and staring at her reflection in the black computer screen.

God. What had she agreed to?

She did as ordered. Except she broke the last rule. She had written a letter to Jake explaining her sudden absence and that he couldn’t say a word. It pained her to do so. Harris’s words had sunk into her, forcing her hand like a rudder guiding a ship, but she had to tell Jake. So in a letter penned and slipped into the pocket of his hoodie that she folded up and placed on her bed, Bear told him what she could.

Jake,

I know my absence is sudden and strange, but please know that I had very little say in the matter. Admiral Harris has requested that I leave early in order to discuss my outburst back in Riyadh. I don’t want to leave you, I really don’t, but I have to do this.

I will miss the bunk cuddles tonight, the comfort you bring from just standing beside me, and the way your touch makes me feel like I am safe in your arms. You are the first man who has ever understood me in such a way and I am so happy that we had our moments these last few days. Unfortunately I have no idea how long I will be gone or when I can contact you again. So until then, please know that I love you more than I can ever express.

I would run out of ink in all the world’s pens before I could ever adequately explain the depth of my feelings for you. But I will settle for this: I love you, Jake, to the bitter end and back again.

All my love,

Your Teddy

That was all she had time to do before the officer escorting her to the deck knocked on her door, stealing away her last moments aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln.

Hopefully it would be enough.

===

A/N: Okay. I’m sorry about all of that. Big thanks to @startrekfangirl2233 and @sarahsmi13s for proofreading this. And an even bigger thanks to @dakotakazansky for helping reformat everything from chapter 14 until now, because this reveal required a lot of extra planning.

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[nyxsbotwtapestry]

sorry i didn't post for a while

i did work on the tapestry just didn't have energy or time to post

so this is what i've done this week

400 something stitches in i think about 2 and a half hours

30.5% done

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[multifandombitxh]

Holy Ghost

Pairing: Ghost x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff(?)

Warnings: Mentions of g*nshots, blood, bullet wounds, suggestive themes, adult language

Summary: After escaping the firefight with Graves and the Shadows, Y/N doesn't quite make it out unscathed. Ghost does his best to tend to their wounds as they wait for Soap to join them at the church.

A/N: I told you I'd fuckin do it again. Taking requests for this man, working on some fluff as well :)

18+ MINORS DNI

"Just get here alive," Ghost commanded with his head tilted downward, his voice echoing from your own comms. You were busy patting down a bullet wound- barely grazed, but enough to be trouble. Blood was drawing lazy rivers down your bare arm, pooling at your fingertips and dripping to the floor.

Graves' men had good aim, you could give them that much. But not good enough.

"Soap's still out there," Ghost said to you over his shoulder. You responded with a nod.

"That's good," You replied, wincing as you began removing the soaked fabric from your wound. You'd been applying pressure for what felt like ages and it just wasn't enough. When red bubbled and gushed out of the gash you grunted, biting down on your lower lip and tossing the saturated scrap to the ground. "We need him if we're gonna finish this."

"Still bleeding?" He asked.

"Like a stuck pig," You said with a small laugh, tearing another piece of fabric from your shirt you'd decided had run its course. When it becomes life or death, things like walking around in a tank top are incredibly trivial. Your gear was sitting in a pile in the corner of the tower, some of Ghost's accompanying it.

"That's quite the biohazard," Ghost quipped, eyeing the bloody rag you'd just discarded. "Had your Hep B shots recently, by chance?"

"If you're not gonna help, you could at least shut up," You snapped, rolling your eyes and ripping another chunk of material from your shirt. You folded it into a square as best as you could and hovered over your wound, mentally preparing yourself for the pain. Holding your breath you pressed it against your skin, squeezing your eyes shut and releasing the air in your lungs.

"You're not applying enough pressure," Ghost declared, sounding very sure of himself. You weren't sure when he'd crossed the room to stand beside you, but whenever he did it, he was quiet as a mouse. "Here, I've got ya."

Ghost's gloved hand closed over yours before you could ask what he was doing, his fingers clamping down on your skin and his palm pressing hard into the wound. You had to admit, he was definitely more well equipped to apply pressure to a wound, but it didn't make you feel any less weak.

At the same time, it also hurt more.

"You'll need to share your weights routine with me sometime," You joked, keeping your gaze to the floor below. "I'll never understand how a person can gain that much muscle."

"That's an odd way to dish out a compliment," Ghost replied, a lilt to his voice. "But I'll take it."

Silence fell over the room, the sounds of rain pattering against the stained-glass windows of the church giving the whole place an eerie feel. Feeling yourself grow lightheaded, you pressed your palm to your forehead, groaning softly and blinking several times. A sick feeling settled in your gut, and for a moment you thought you were going to puke all over the floor. Next, sweat broke out over your skin in a sheen, and your eyelids felt heavy just to keep open. You couldn't possibly have lost that much blood, could you?

"Still with me?" Ghost asked.

"Physically, maybe."

"Mentally?"

"Mentally, I'm in Tahiti."

Ghost chuckled at your remark, a sound you'd never heard before. A small smile formed on your face, but then you felt your knees buckle, forcing you to stumble forward in order to catch yourself. He was quick to bring you back upright, the hand that wasn't keeping your blood inside you gripped your waist and hoisted you upwards.

"Can't have that," He sighed, glancing around the room for anywhere to help you sit down, but there was nothing. "Right, I'm gonna help you down, you just follow my lead, yeah?"

"Sure," You nodded, not fully aware of what was happening. Ghost released your bicep and knelt down, hooking his arm under your knees and pulling you up into his arms bridal style. You did your best to hold onto him as he lowered you both to the floor, keeping you in his lap as he went down. If you hadn't been a bit off from the blood loss, you probably would have questioned him about it.

Instead, you welcomed the embrace, leaning into his chest and letting out a soft sigh as you settled in. More blood trickled from your arm and anxiety finally set in. It wasn't stopping, even with Ghost's help. Sensing your tension, he caught your attention by leaning forward to whisper against your forehead.

"It's slowed down a bit," He reassured, reapplying the compress to the inflicted area, using his arm that was keeping you upright. His other arm was lazily draped over your legs, fingers balled into a fist near your bent knees. "This oughta help."

"At least we're in a church," You said dryly, "Quick funeral. Maybe Soap can conduct. You think he knows any bible verses?"

"Don't even joke about it," Ghost warned, his tone firm. "You'll be fine, just sit still."

"Sorry, Lieutenant," You said, dropping the lightheartedness for a moment to properly apologize.

Soap came through on comms again, as if stating his name summoned him. Ghost talked him through how to craft himself some weapons and defenses, and you felt bad that he was out there all on his own with no help at all. Thankfully, Ghost wasn't an amateur, and was able to assist to a small degree.

"Think he'll make it alright?" You asked after he finished his guerilla warfare lesson with Soap.

"He doesn't have a choice," Ghost replied, "He either makes it here in one piece, or he dies."

You shifted uncomfortably in his lap. "You're quite the optimist, sir."

"You can feign ignorance all you want," Ghost grunted, adjusting you to sit more comfortably on his thigh. "Doesn't change the circumstances."

"You have to pull out your Thesaurus for that one?" You asked jokingly, smiling to yourself. "Those are some big words, Lieutenant. You know they don't pay us to be scholars."

"They hardly pay us at all, Y/N."

"And yet, here we are."

A few minutes passed and your upper arm was starting to ache, the wound pulsating under Ghost's unrelenting hold. He hadn't let up for a second, keeping so much pressure on the spot you were sure you'd have bruises where his fingers dug into the skin. Rolling your neck, you softly moaned at the satisfying crack, then let out a small sigh.

"Enjoying yourself?" Ghost asked simply.

"Oh, yeah, I've always fantasized about being trapped in an old, dusty church with my Lieutenant, bleeding to death in his lap while our friends have been kidnapped or hunted down," You said in a monotone voice. "Really gets me goin'."

"Glad I could make it a reality," He scoffed, "Doesn't take much to please you then, does it?"

"I'm a simple creature, sir," You replied.

"I'll keep that in mind."

At long last, he finally released his grip on your arm, leaning forward to eye the damage. The wound had finally stopped gushing, thank the heavens, but was so caked in dried blood that it was hard to make out exactly how bad it was. Clicking his tongue, he turned your arm over in his hand to get a different angle before releasing it altogether.

"Sit tight," He said, gently sliding you off of him and standing. His knees popped as he rose from the floor, but you were too busy surveying your bloody arm to make any jokes about him being a grumpy old man. Just as you suspected, several fingertip sized spots were dotting the space around the gash, red and blue and angry. Smudged blood hid them a bit, but it was clear as day that he'd left several marks.

Ghost rifled through his bag for a bit before pulling something free, turning it over in his hands. He nodded to himself, tossing his bag to the side and returning his attention to you.

"You're not gonna like this," He warned, turning around to reveal a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You shivered at the sight of it, knowing exactly what was coming next. "But I can't have you dying of an infection on me. Shitty way to go."

Cursing the Shadows who did this to you, your nervous eyes found the ceiling as Ghost approached. Your back was pressed flush against the brick wall behind you, and you took several deep breaths. You heard the sound of him unscrewing the cap of the bottle and mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable sting. He sprayed some of it on his own hands, rubbing them together before looking back at you.

"Eyes on me, yeah?" He said, his voice low and soft. You squeezed your eyes shut once before turning your attention to Ghost, who was kneeling in front of you with one hand on your thigh and the other clutching the alcohol. His gaze was intense, but still, you nodded, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.

He didn't warn you before he began pouring the liquid over your arm. Despite your efforts to remain still and silent, your body lurched forward against your will, a strangled, drawn out groan rumbling in your chest. Lightning shot through your whole body as the clear fluid coated your wound, your nerves screaming and tears forming at the corners of your eyes. The burning sensation overpowered everything, and for a moment, your vision went white.

Instinctively, your hand flew up to stop the pain, closing around Ghost's wrist to try and pull the bottle away. Grunting, he pried your hand free and forced it to the side, pressing your hand down into the floor as hard as he could. His hand engulfed your own, covering it with ease as he pinned it down beside you. Wriggling against his hold, you let out a soft, unintentional whine, squeezing your eyes shut tight as another wave of alcohol flooded your wound.

"I know," Ghost reassured, "Focus on me, Y/N."

"It fucking hurts," You croaked, cringing at the weak tone in your voice.

"Amputation and sepsis hurt worse," He replied, eyeing his work for a moment before returning his attention to you.

Considering just how much blood and dust and bacteria had invaded the slice in your arm, Ghost was thorough, squeezing the bottle to control the flow. It felt like years, and you couldn't take it any longer. A strangled cry ripped its way out of your throat, your head falling forward and your chest heaving. Your heart was hammering against your ribs, your limbs locked up and your brain in survival mode.

A loud crash echoed through the church and you both jumped, two voices filtering in from the foyer below. Just as they burst through the front doors, your anguish was just starting to manifest through groans and sobs, but Ghost was quick to shut it down. The hand that had been keeping you still quickly clamped over your mouth, effectively muffling any sound that could come out.

"Shadows," He stated, "You need to relax or they'll find us."

Breathing hard through your nose, you maintained eye contact with your lieutenant, your eyes misting over as the pain finally started to subside. He placed the bottle on the floor nearby, then used his now free hand to grip the back of your neck. With one hand covering your mouth and the other drawing you closer, Ghost stared straight into your soul.

To try and bring yourself back down to Earth, you gripped the front of his shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric and clinging to it like your life depended on it. Ghost drew in a sharp breath as you latched on, his eyes widening for a moment before narrowing again. It looked as if he was concentrating hard on something, searching your eyes and quickly glancing down at his hand that covered your mouth every few seconds.

The look in his eyes was intense, and the hand on the back of your neck felt foreign, but welcomed. Any closer and your foreheads would have been touching, and for a split moment, you thought about doing just that. It wasn't the first time you felt compelled to show some form of affection toward him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Ghost slowly removed his hand from your face, fingers gently sliding over the skin of your cheeks and jaw. Your mouth fell open as you sucked in shaky gulps of air, trying to stay as quiet as humanly possible. Both of you were caught in some sort of trance; the world around you falling away until all that remained was Ghost and his prying eyes.

Not that you minded.

"Keep lookin' at me like that and I'll give you something else to scream about," Ghost whispered, looking shocked at himself as the words left his mouth. You shivered involuntarily, butterflies erupting in your stomach at his words.

In that moment, he was no longer your superior. He was just a man in a mask with dreamy eyes and a velvety smooth voice that sent your heart soaring. It didn't matter that the Shadows were just downstairs, or that your arm was stinging to high hell, or that you were stuck in that stupid church until Soap could find his way to you. All that mattered was Ghost and his tempting words.

"They'd find us," You reasoned, your voice barely above a whisper.

"They'd get a nice view before they die, then."

The Shadows noisily searched the church below, their voices traveling up to the tower. Windows shattered and benches were turned over, echoing throughout the building. It took what felt like centuries, but after a while, they finally gave up on their search and exited the building. It wasn't until the sounds of their boots became distant that either of you moved, but once they were gone, Ghost acted quickly.

As quickly as he could, he all but ripped his mask up enough to reveal his hidden mouth. You didn't have long to memorize what it looked like, because before you knew it, his lips were on yours in a heated kiss. The hand on your neck deepened the kiss as Ghost tilted his head to the side, lips aggressive and harsh against your own. You happily returned the gesture, sighing into his mouth and letting your eyes flutter shut. Your shaking hands reached up to cup both sides of his face, adrenaline coursing through you until your body felt light as a feather.

The moment your hands connected with his skin, he let out a sound you couldn't quite place- some sort of growl mixed deliciously with a moan. Boldness bloomed in your chest at his reaction and you let your hands wander downward on their own, taking note of how tense he became wherever they went. His heaving chest, the center of his ribcage, his hard stomach, his abdomen-

"Careful," He warned slowly, breaking the kiss to mutter in your ear.

"I thought this is what you wanted," You replied, withdrawing your hands.

"You have no fucking clue how badly I want you right now," He hissed, his hands abandoning your neck to grip your waist. "If it were up to me, I'd already have you underneath me on this filthy floor, trust me, love."

"What's stopping you?" You asked, anticipation building in your gut and his words going straight to your lower half.

"I'm not a religious man, Y/N, but the good Lord doesn't need to see what I'm gonna do to you."

"Should I consider this a confessional, sir?" You asked jokingly. "Usually there'd be a wall between us."

"There's something between us, that's for sure," Ghost quipped, his mouth turning up in a small smile.

"Lt?" Soap's voice startled you both, but Ghost was quick to respond, immediately regaining his composure.

"Go ahead, Soap," He said into the box on his chest.

"Hate to ruin such a lovely moment between friends, but if you could at least turn off your comms, the Shadows and I would appreciate it."

Your stomach dropped like a rock and you covered your mouth with your hand, eyes wide. Ghost cleared his throat and held your gaze as he spoke to Soap again.

"Message received," He said in a flat voice. This time, he made sure to flip the microphone switch, then returned his full attention to you.

"I'll wring his neck if he ever mentions it," Ghost declared, the pad of his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "Let's finish cleaning you up, yeah?"

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[fefeflufflebutt]

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[gummie]

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[ddysgirl6]

Ready to get used

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[felineempress]

I made a thing

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[ur-littlestgirl]

So I may have turned my submissions on…

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