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python333 · 9 months

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task force 141 getting gaslighted by [reader] — python333

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synopsis just as the title says, tf141 gets gaslighted by [reader]... nothing serious, dw!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings gaslighting, but used in extremely stupid and unnecessary ways, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], probably ooc but i'm a little more confident in this one than the last one!

note i'm so sorry that this is so long... it's like 3k+ words :{ and the soap and gaz sections are a majority of those words LMAO also tysm to the people who reblogged my last post?? thats so sweet?? im crying?? it was my first post too so i was just hdjsfhjdhsfjf tysm tysm!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ price is basically your dad atp.

➥ so it’s safe to say he knows about pretty much all of your weird little antics and shenanigans.

➥ this includes your tendency to gaslight people about the stupidest shit possible.

➥ trust him, he was a victim of this.

➥ the first time it happened, it was just too perfect of an opportunity for you to pass up.

➥ price was trying to eat his food in the mess hall, when you had sidled up right next to him at the small table he was eating at, and commented on his food choice.

➥ “Oh, nice. We got the same thing.” you’d said, setting down your tray of chicken, rice, and potatoes right next to price’s bowl of soup.

➥ at first, he thought you were just joking, and gave you an amused look and commented something along the lines of you being blind because you absolutely did not get the same thing as him.

➥ you take your gaslighting very seriously. this is not a joke.

➥ so you insist that you did in fact get the same thing, and you shoot a very confused look at him for good measure. your definitely-serious tone throws price off, because there’s no way you could possibly think you both actually got the same thing…

➥ … right?

➥ cue the rest of your lunch being spent alternating between eating your food and arguing that, “But we did get the same thing!” while price can only counter with, “No we did not!”

➥ now you may think that this is the point where you give up.

➥ it absolutely is not.

➥ see, price’s first mistake was giving you leeway to argue with him over this. his second mistake was suggesting that you ask someone to come over to the table and settle this by telling you both if you did get the same thing for lunch.

➥ naturally, you chose soap, because who else would encourage your bullshit with the same enthusiasm he does?

➥ long story short, he agrees to come over and settle the very weird argument you’ve started with price, and takes a very close look at both you and price’s chosen food items for the day and after you shoot him a glance that tells him everything he needs to know he confidently says, “Aye, these’re the same.”

➥ price has never recovered from the crisis he had after that entire interaction.

➥ so, the next time you do it, he knows exactly what to do.

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When you sat down next to Price during lunch, he immediately got a sense of deja vu. Which is weird, because you sit next to him everyday, so what could possibly be different about today?

“Oh, nice. We got the same thing,” you’d commented offhandedly, setting down your tray of food, of which was just about the direct opposite of Price’s meal. Oh, so that’s why I feel like this has happened before. Price stared at your tray for a moment, flashbacks running through his mind, recalling his trauma from the last time this happened.

Then finally, cautiously, he agreed, “... Yeah. Whatta coincidence.”

You didn’t know if you should feel disappointed, happy, or shocked by him agreeing with you this time. You were fully prepared to pull Soap and Gaz aside to take a look at both of your trays of food and agree that they were the exact same meal, down to the portion sizes and everything. After a quick moment of thinking, you smile at him with the most innocent smile you can muster and eat your food, ignoring the sigh of relief Price lets out when you don’t begin to argue with him.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ actively enjoys being gaslighted.

➥ in the sense of like, how many ways can he defend himself in ways you can’t argue with?

➥ he’s like the gaslighting victim version of markiplier with the whole ‘i’m not a masochist, i just wanna see how much pain i can handle’.

➥ so safe to say he very much encourages your gaslighting.

➥ the first time and only time you ever gaslighted him was when you were both hanging out in his room, both of you on your phones, soap watching ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ after you told him you thought he’d enjoy watching it, and you scrolling through social media to pass the time.

➥ then, you got an idea.

➥ “Soap?” soap perks up at the sound of his name and hums in acknowledgement of you talking to him, “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

➥ “Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left.” he’d responded.

➥ “Really? What season are you on?”

➥ “The last season, season two.”

➥ “... What do you mean the last season?”

➥ you two go back and forth, with you insisting that no, you told him to watch ‘the vampire diaries’, not ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’.

➥ the entire thing goes on for at least thirty minutes before soap sighs and insists that you’d told him to watch ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ one last time, and you finally break.

➥ you break out into a small fit of laughter, and stop yourself to take a deep breath and admit, “Yeah, I did.”

➥ honestly, soap is very impressed by your determination to manipulate him. 10/10 would encourage you to do it again. in fact, will help you gaslight anyone you so please.

—

You and Soap were sitting in his room, him on the bed and you on the floor sitting down on one of his pillows. You’d just been scrolling through any and all apps you had, even going through your photos app, bored out of your mind, when you suddenly got an idea. You turned off your phone and looked over at Soap.

“Soap?” He tapped on his phone screen to pause the show he was watching and hummed, looking over at you. “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”

“Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left,” he’d answered, sitting up and cracking his knuckles.

“Really?” you’d asked, feigning confusion, “What season are you on?”

“The last one, season two,” he replied, showing you his phone screen. You looked at it for a moment before drawing your eyebrows together in pseudo-confusion.

“... What do you mean the last season?” you’d asked, “There’s eight seasons.”

“Uhh…” Soap looked back at his phone screen, confused, and tapped his screen a few times before he shook his head, “Nay, there’re two seasons, c/n.”

“Are you watching the right show?” you’d asked, watching as Soap nods confidently, and yes. You had set down your phone, ready for this new form of entertainment.

“Yeah. My Babysitter’s a Vampire, right?” he said, hoping for confirmation that he’s watching the correct show. You slowly shake your head negatively.

“No, I told you that you should watch Vampire Diaries,” you’d clarified, watching as Soap started to disagree.

“Nay, ye told me tae watch the Babysitter one,” Soap argued, quickly pulling up his text messages with you, “I reckon I’d ken if ye told me tae watch Vampire Diaries.”

“Well, I did,” you argued back, “I told you, verbatim, ‘hey you should watch Vampire Diaries, I think you’d really like it, since you like making fun of old 2000s shows with me’. I texted you yesterday about it.”

Soap raised an eyebrow before he’d turned his phone to you, showing you your text messages from yesterday, where you definitely did not tell him to watch Vampire Diaries. You took a good look at the text messages, before looking up at Soap, concerned, “Are you okay? That clearly says what I said it says.”

Soap looked baffled, and it took everything in you not to laugh, “Nay, ye messaged me tae watch the Babysitter one, so I’m watchin’ the Babysitter one!”

You two went back and forth, arguing over what the text actually said. You’d constantly deny everything Soap saw and he’d argue back in the most flabbergasted tone that ‘Nay, it’s richt there, I ken I’m no’ goin’ daft!’ and you argued back that he’s definitely seeing things because how could he possibly be reading the text but see completely different words than what it actually says?

Eventually, you both stopped arguing, taking time to catch your breaths. You had taken one look at Soap’s miserable facial expression before breaking out into a small fit of laughter, giggles spilling from your lips as you tried to muffle them by putting your hand over your mouth.

“Ye ‘nd I baith ken that the text says you want me to watch My Babysitter’s a Vampire,” Soap breathed out, watching you try and muffle your laughter.

After you’d taken a moment to catch your breath, you admit, “Yeah, I know.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he immediately said, “So ye admit it?”

You nodded affirmatively and he groaned, flopping back down onto the bed, the action having made you giggle even more. “Ye’re a bampot,” he’d grumbled, though there was no serious anger or irritation behind his words.

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ now why would you even try this, huh?

➥ have you MET the dude?

➥ he absolutely will not fall for it.

➥ he won’t encourage it, won’t argue with you, in fact he’ll shut you down with a simple “No.”

➥ you’re too scared to even try again after the first time you tried it.

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, you were both just walking down the hall together.

➥ you tried convincing him that gaz was off on a mission when you had just passed by him.

➥ the look he gave you… my god.

➥ “No he isn’t.” i’m so sorry please let me jump off a cliff i’m sorry i made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment and i don’t expect to be forgiven i’m simply here to apologize mr. simon ghost riley lieutenant sir.

➥ you never try to gaslight him ever again.

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You thought it was a good idea at the time. You don’t know what drugs you were on or what meds you were off, but you decided that, yeah, I can totally gaslight Ghost with no repercussions, that’s definitely possible. So here you are, walking right beside him, the both of you going to completely different locations but he doesn’t need to know that.

When you first sidled up to him, walking by his side down the hall, he looked over at you for a moment and was just a bit confused but didn’t say anything otherwise. The two of you passed by Gaz, who was minding his business just walking past the two of you. He gave you both a quick nod and you made a point to nod back, not only out of respect but because you thought it would make your gaslighting session just that much better.

Just a minute after passing Gaz, you sighed and commented, “Can’t believe Gaz is on that super long mission right now. Two weeks is crazy.”

Ghost had slowly turned his head towards you, a sight that made your stomach drop because oh God I definitely fucked up, and simply said, “No he isn’t. We just saw him.”

I think I just shit my pants. “Y- yeah, right, right, definitely, no clue what I was thinking,” you blurted out, stumbling over your sentences because oh my GOD I’m gonna piss myself why is he so scary lord have mercy on my soul. Ghost raised an eyebrow at you, before huffing out a small laugh and continuing his walk, amused by your sputtering. You let out a sigh of relief as he simply walked away, and you headed in the correct way of where you're supposed to go, completely chickening out of your original plan.

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KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ oh that poor poor boy.

➥ probably gives into it and just lets you gaslight him tbh.

➥ like maybe if your argument/gaslighting isn’t too strong he’ll argue with you, and sure he still won’t win but it was worth a try, but if you’re gaslighting-gaslighting him? he’s just gonna agree with you.

➥ like at that point anything you say is law and he is a law-abiding citizen.

➥ if your argument is strong enough and he’s tired enough he will genuinely believe you, too.

➥#savegazfromreader

➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, it was pretty easy. you two had just finished sparring, with you coming out on top, much to your own surprise. gaz had given you a lighthearted pat on the shoulder and went off to shower, when you had the best idea you’ve ever had.

➥ you had groaned and playfully complained, “I can’t believe you won that.”

➥ gaz turned around, confused, and was like, “Won what?”

➥ cue the next 5 minutes being spent by you saying that gaz had won and arguing with him that he did win.

➥ “Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won. I appreciate that you don’t want me to feel bad, but I can take a loss.”

➥ hes so confused omg.

➥ starts gaslighting himself into thinking he won, then he’s like ‘wait no i didn’t’.

➥ but he still goes along with it because… what else is he supposed to do?

➥ ever since then he’s been your main gaslighting victim, and your favorite.

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You hated the feeling of being sweaty, but you hated the feeling of someone else’s sweat even more. Maybe that’s what tripped you up that day, letting Gaz swipe his leg underneath yours and force you to fall down onto the mat beneath you, where he then started counting to ten, as per usual with sparring. But luckily for you, you were able to grab his ankle and yank it towards you, making Gaz fall on his ass and letting you straddle his chest and begin to count to ten just as he was doing earlier.

Of course, you dramatized your counting, because who would you be if you didn’t? You emphasized every number and your lips twitched into a small smile as you watched Gaz scoff and look away from you, clearly fed up with your theatrics. Once you were done counting, you got up and held out a hand for Gaz, who took it and got up, letting out a huff and patting you on the shoulder.

“Good job,” He’d said, smiling down at you, stepping off the mat and walking over to the bag of stuff he’d brought with him. After that small interaction, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to gaslight him. It’s not your fault! Who else would pass up an opportunity like this?

You groaned and stepped off the mat, muttering, “I can’t believe you won that. I really though I had you.”

“Won what?” Gaz questioned, looking back at you, confused.

“The spar?” You answered, though you made your answer sound more questioning, as if confused on why he’d even question your words. As if it was obvious that you hadn’t won. Gaz simply looked at you, very confused, trying to figure out if you’re joking or not. By the serious look on your face—a poker face you’ve worked on for the longest time—he figured that you weren’t not kidding, which worries him a bit.

”... No, you won that spar,” Gaz insisted, before nervously joking, “Remember? Thirty seconds ago, when you kicked my arse after I thought I had you down?”

“Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won,” You laughed, walking over to Gaz and patting him on the back, “It’s not like I’m a sore loser or anything like that. I can take a loss.”

He was so confused, and continued to insist that you had won the small sparring match, and got more and more confused the more you fought with him on this. He was so sure that you had won—you did, didn’t you?

He eventually just sighed, and ‘admitted’ that you were right, he did win. Satisfied, you smiled up at him and reminded him that you can take a loss, and you went on with your day. And if you heard him asking Price if he could go through the security cameras for a moment, requesting to go back to that specific time the two of you had sparred, no you didn’t.

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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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I've had this idea for a while, but I wasn't sure who to ask. But after reading Bird Hunting I'm confident you'll do it perfectly 🥰

What if the reader was affectionate with people. Like before every mission they (platonically) tells everyone 'I love you' and blows them a kiss. Leaves little notes in everyone's vests, things like that. Thank you🩷🩷

Thank you for your lovely message! I appreciate the trust you put on me, I hope not to disappoint hehe. I completed this request with both bullet headcanons and a lil'drabble, hope you like it! Under the cut for length!

Warnings: none! pure fluff, GN!reader

Word count: 1200~

Task Force 141 + affectionate reader

the moment you stepped into base it became clear that you’d be the resident care bear.

you made it your life mission to make sure everyone on base knew they were loved

because everyone deserves to be loved - looking at you, Simon *wink wink*

your levels of affection varied from person to person, always being mindful of how comfortable they felt with it

for Ghost for example, you were more inclined to have a cup of Earl Gray ready for him the moment he walked into the common lounge, and sat in silence with him for however long he needed it.

sometimes you’d pat him on the shoulder (when he was sitting down ofc) when you walked past and greeted him variations of “hello mister grim reaper!”, “how’s my favorite specter doing today?”, “woah, you look delightfully cadaverous today~”

he always glared at you when you did that, but he was definitely blushing under the facepaint and skull mask, don’t be fooled.

your loving words would stay swimming around his brain for days on end

Price wasn’t against physical affection, but he felt queasy about having a subordinate hugging him in front of others

a pat on the shoulder or the back from you, with a “glad to see you, Captain!” in the mornings was more than enough to lift his spirits for the rest of the day

you also made sure to sneak in his favorite bourbon for his birthday - he scolded you lightly about rules and regulations, but once no one was around he gave you a one-armed hug and a “thanks, kid, appreciate it”

would definitely burst into tears if you told him “Love you, dad!”, so use it wisely

with both Gaz and Soap, however, you went all out.

they had no qualms at all being physically affectionate

Soap in particular would see you running towards him and immediately drop anything he was holding to catch you in his arms, maybe even give you a lil’ twirl as you planted a wet smooch on his cheek

he would definitely give you a wet smooch back and a big ol’ squeeze

Gaz wasn’t as over-the-top with affection, he was much calmer than Soap

nevertheless, he never, ever, refused your affection

he would immediately feel soothed and content the moment you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, or gave him a kiss on the cheek

receiving any physical affection made him feel giddy in general, sometimes he had a hard time wrapping his head around some of the things he had to do for his job

if you blew Gaz or Soap a kiss they would immediately blow one back

in general, something you never failed to do was to sneak little notes of affirmation in their gear without them noticing

or at least you thought they didn’t notice

they always noticed when your fingers dig a bit too far in their pockets, they just pretended not to notice

because they knew that, the moment they needed it, they would find a lovely note in your handwriting reminding them of how loved they were

Simon made you believe he tossed them away but he actually stacked them in his journal to read in his darkest hours

Soap taped them to the wall next to his bed so he could re-read them all before he went to sleep

Price also collected them in his journal, but taped his favorite one - “Can’t wait to see you soon! Take care, love you!” - to a framed photo of his beloved team

Gaz kept your little notes in the drawer of his bedside table, and every morning he’d choose one to keep in his pocket at all times during the day

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You waited patiently by the door, blinking slowly at the hallway within the base. It was zero-two-forty-five and you should definitely be asleep by now - this was not a mission for you, after all. But you wouldn't simply go to sleep without your little departing ritual.

The footsteps echoing in the hallway perked you up, your fingers fiddling with the tiny pieces of paper in your pockets.

Captain Price was the first to arrive, as usual. He shot you a warm smile the moment he noticed you, and you replicated it while opening up your arms. He glanced around and, once verifying there were no other soldiers in the vicinity, he relented and let you give him a quick hug.

A little smirk found his lips when he felt your fingers dig a bit too hard in the area near his smaller holsters. He said nothing, though, and you looked up at him with a grin.

“I hope everything goes well, Cap!”

“Thanks, kid,” he patted your head before stepping out of your short-lived embrace, he walked out and went to have a word with the pilots.

Ghost was the next one. You hadn’t heard him approach you, but he patiently waited for you to notice his presence. When you finally did, you patted his shoulder and shot him a wink, your lips still stretched into a grin as you slipped a paper in his radio holster.

“Be safe out there, ‘kay? I’ll be waiting for you, LT.”

He only answered with a small grunt, but the softness in his eyes was noticeable miles away. He waited for your touch to leave him before stepping away - he didn’t want you to think he was shrugging you off.

“Hey, Y/n!” Soap called you, and you opened your arms wide for him to fit in the middle. He let his weapon hang to wrap both arms around you, effectively picking you up and giving you a tight squeeze, “don’t miss me too much, eh?” He smirked down at you, and you answered with a chuckle and squished his cheeks between your hands - after slipping his note into one of his back holsters.

“I'll always miss you, though,” you hummed, “I promise not to watch Wednesday without you, so don’t worry about that.” He gave you another tight squeeze with a “you better not!” growl into your neck, making you giggle and kick the air.

Gaz’s own chuckle brought you back to the present, and Soap lowered you to your feet before jogging towards the helicopter. You cupped Gaz’s face and brought him down to you, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Take care out there, yeah? Don’t do anything too crazy, hm?”

Gaz snorted and shot you a smirk, “you sure you shouldn’t tell that to someone else?” he teased, his head tilting toward the Scot.

“And you think he’d listen to me?” you shot back, before wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug - also slipping his note in one of the back holsters, “see you soon, Gaz,” you mumbled in his neck, and he reciprocated with a squeeze.

Just as Gaz joined the others on the helicopter, the engine roared to life, and you stepped closer just so you’d be heard above the noise. You cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled out, “Love you! Take care! See you soon!”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to hear them say anything back, and you sometimes doubted they could even hear you over the roar of the engines. But you never failed to reassure them that there was someone waiting for their safe return.

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iblameashley · 3 months

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Dating Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Civilian | Male | Gay

Content: Headcanons, Gay stuff, First dates, Budding relationship, Pre-relationship, Alcohol use, Mixed emotions, Military stuff, Guns, etc.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley | Male

!!!SFW!!!

Note: This is kind of an in between of short-story and bullet point dating headcanons. I've wanted to write this for a while, but lacked motivation to go full story mode... sorry! Also, I do not know UK Gun Laws or how Gun Ranges work there, so just... go with the flow, OK?

It happened weeks ago; Simon stared down at his phone with a sense of dread, though you'd never have known just looking at him. He didn't even know why he had agreed to download this fucking app to begin with, though as usual it was at Soap and Gaz's insistence... and pestering. All he had wanted was some quiet on his day off, not to be harassed by yet another chatty man looking to suck his dick in an alley.

Sighing, he scrolled to the message that had just come in – a handsome young lad with a wide smile and kind eyes. It had started innocently enough, the usual pleasantries first, briefs answers after, and the long wait to see how long it would take to either receive a dick-pic or have a request for one.

Neither happened. In fact, the lad had actually carried on a decent conversation over the course the last few weeks, inquiring about hobbies and interests, career and what he was looking for. But then the lad had asked that they meet up on the upcoming weekend.

It's ironic that Ghost decided to ghost the poor lad. He didn't block him – frankly, he didn't know how – he simply didn't respond and closed the app. It was for the best, at least that's what he told himself, though he had blatantly lied to Gaz and Soap when asked how it was going, claiming all he could find was horny men looking for a quick hookup. Not that Gaz or Soap understood why that was a problem; they assumed Ghost getting laid couldn't make him worse.

But then they found out he lied, a casual glance at his phone when a message came in, and then another, asking about the date and apologizing if he had offended Simon.

Its rare that anyone could corner Ghost, but that's just what Soap and Gaz did, hounding their commanding officer until he ran out of excuses.

“Ye owe the lad an explanation.” Soap chided him, a finger pointed in his face.

“Agreed, you can't leave the lad hanging!” Gaz chimed in with a disgruntled look on his face.

So Simon agreed to apologize and reply to the poor lad, and even agreed to a date. He was ready for this, he knew he was charming and could flirt with the best of em', he just had no need to before. He simply wasn't interesting in dating.

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Cuppa

Simon: He felt nervous for this date, in many ways it felt like a blind date since he had only ever seen your face in a few pictures. He dressed nicely (Button-down, fitted jeans, boots and some cologne was dabbed behind his ears where the mask hooked), He was confident, pleasant, charming and funny throughout the date. But he saw the way you looked at him with every passing question and answer and was beginning to think this was a mistake. You weren't compatible... but why did that bother him?

You: You arrived early and found a nice little table at the cafe to wait for Simon. To say you were surprised by the giant of a man who appeared would be an understatement. As you both settled in and ordered drinks, you attempted to dive right into it. Your talk walk halting and awkward as Simon dodged most questions about himself with grunts, shrugs or one-word answers. His insistence on using terrible puns and dad-jokes made it more difficult to get to know him. It was frustrating, to say the least, but you persisted. He did at least ask some questions about you, which eased things, but you knew that if this was all he was willing to give, it would be difficult to go on more dates, let alone start a relationship.

Movie and Dinner

Simon: Of course Simon would agree to a movie date followed by dinner. It meant that he got to sit in silence and darkness for about two hours, and then could have a bite to eat after where you would likely do a majority of the talking. He had already tried his best on the first date, it was up to you to pick up the slack this time. The movie went fine for the most part, except when you grabbed his arm during a jump-scare that made him roll his eyes.

Over dinner, he picked away at the curry on his plate while you discussed the movie. He was surprised by your review of the movie and its themes and found himself agreeing with you on many points. Maybe you weren't such a terrible date after all. He decided to pay for dinner, despite your protests.

You: It was stupid of you to choose a thriller for a movie date, but you really wanted to see the movie and no one else would go with you. Since Simon agreed, you made it a date and added dinner after. Thank the good Lord it was dark in the theatre; you turned bright red at the jump scare and felt bad for grabbing Simon's arm. You felt the way he tensed, but were too embarrassed to apologize to him.

Dinner went much better and Simon actually became more engaging as you discussed the movie and its plot. He seemed to enjoy your nerding out and even cracked a small smile.

As dinner came to an end, you thanked him for the (genuinely) enjoyable night and get ready to pay, since the date was your suggestion. Simon wouldn't allow it and ended up paying regardless. Maybe this lumbering, awkward man wasn't so bad after all.

Pub Trivia

Simon: Simon's intelligence isn't limited to Military knowledge, so he decided to take you to a pub trivia night, though he couldn't understand why he had this continued desire to impress you. You. Just some civilian who had taken an interest in him.

In between the rounds and pints, he started to talk to you about his mates Gaz and Soap who gave him the idea for this date. You'd like them, he was sure, but it was too early for you to be meeting his friends, he was sure to remind you.

You: You couldn't deny the Simon was an encyclopedia of general knowledge, his brain was like a sponge, it seemed. He had filled in the sheets of answers rather quickly each round, but you got the chance to flex your brain full of useless pop culture knowledge in the last few rounds.

What really entertained you though, was that the drunker this man got, the more he was willing to open up to you... you should have got him pissed sooner. You laughed when he reminded you it was too early to meet his friends, despite never asking to. This man was ridiculous and in its own way, it was endearing.

Aquarium

Simon: He had agreed to a date with you a few weeks prior but had to cancel due to deployment. He promised he'd take you out when he got back, but by the time the mission was over and he returned to base he didn't want to do the obstacle course. You surprised him when you offered a less energy-intensive option, and here he was at the aquarium now.

As you two strolled leisurely through the dark hallways of glass staring at a multitude of sea creates, Simon found himself actually relaxing; something he was unaccustomed to after a long mission. You stood unreasonably close, but he allowed it, figuring you were uncomfortable with all the other people wandering close by.

A brief stop at the aquarium cafeteria (for an unimpressive meal that would have made the mess hall staff on base look like Michelin Star chefs), filled the both of you up enough to know you'd make it to dinner and something more satisfying.

You managed to convince Simon to take a walk through the gift shop, and ended up buying him a pack of face masks with a shark-teeth pattern on them. He was surprised and delighted, though he wouldn't admit that to you.

You: Your heart sank when Simon tried to cancel the date - but you also understood he just came back from deployment. Maybe you were getting to know him better between the dates and texting, but you could feel his exhaustion, so you offered an alternative; a stroll through the aquarium.

It was rather cold in the building and you found yourself drifting towards Simon... that's how it started anyway. He smelled good too, and you felt comfortable with him. You desperately wanted to hold his hand, but figured that was a boundary too far for right now.

You treated him to food in the cafeteria, swallowing it hard and trying to hide your dissatisfaction with the offerings while he ate everything on his plate with his usual impassive face.

There was no plan to buy anything from the gift shop, you just liked wandering them to see what was there... but the sight of the face masks was too good to pass up. Simon always showed up to a date in a mask, and only took it off when eating, drinking or for a quick smoke. So it seemed fitting and perfect get these shark-print ones for him. You thought you could see a smile under his current mask as you handed them to him.

Shooting Range

Simon: Simon was absolutely intent on showing off his sharpshooting skills to you. It was the closest thing to 'giddy' that he allowed himself to feel as he drove you to the range. Simon is an expert in his field, matched only by sparingly few men - and several good women too.

But there was also a feeling of caution and anxiety as you both signed in and got your gear ready. Simon watched like a hawk as you eyed the guns over before making a few selections. A Glock 17, Mossberg 500 and M4 Carbine... Interesting selections.

This was as handsy as Simon had ever been with someone, ensuring that your safety gear was secure and that you followed instructions to the letter. He was already hesitant about this activity to begin with, but you seemed genuinely interested.

Simon ensured that you paid close attention, and that he assisted you with aiming as well as stood close by as you fired. What he wasn't expecting was your proficiency with the Mossberg. You each took turns firing at targets, and to no surprise to either of you, Simon was the winner... though there were no winners, it was all in good fun. But if there were, Simon would have won.

You: You chose the Glock because it had always fascinated you, the Mossberg because you grew up in the country and were familiar with similar shotguns and the Carbine because it seemed the most military of the selection.

You couldn't stop the thrill that ran through you as Simon checked all your gear and guns, ensuring everything was secure and safeties were on before going straight into his lecture about gun safety. You listened to him speak with confidence and authority, happy to see him in his element. You wanted to make sure you gave him and the guns the respect they deserved and did everything he said without question - or at least with very little question.

Your heart raced as Simon kept close. You knew very little about guns overall, but the way he pressed himself against you to help you aim, the calm voice he spoke in as he guided you, the feeling of his hand on your back as he stepped away to let you take the shot. You were melting with happiness.

The biggest thrill was when you fired the Mossberg several times. The look on Simon's face was priceless as you expertly handled the shotgun and even gave him a run for his money with your accuracy, but that was a secret to share another time.

You gracefully conceded your defeat to the expert in front of you, but couldn't help but notice what might have been pride in his look as he reviewed your targets one last time.

Cooking Class(es)

Simon: It's not that Simon is bad at cooking - he's really not - but he didn't have the opportunity to flex his skill often, and he had a select few dishes that he excelled at. So when you suggested this date, he was a bit apprehensive.

But Simon was a man used to following orders - usually - and listened intently to everything that was explained to him, so he settled in at the table next to you and took charge.

He needed a bowl? You had it for him already. Needed something washed? It was already done and drying. Missing ingredient? Nope, on your left. Simon appreciated your own attentiveness to the task, and how you made it go so much more smoothly.

And then the dessert section came up, and Simon floundered. Hard. Main courses aren't a challenge for him, but Simon doesn't bake. Not for a lack of interest, but a lack of time usually.

You picked up the slack though, and he reluctantly ceded control to you, letting you guide him in making the Zeppole.

Simon's demeanour softened as the class came to an end and you both sat there sampling the homemade ravioli, a glass of wine and eventually the Zeppole.

Before you parted ways, you gave Simon a tight hug, demanding he return it otherwise you weren't letting go. Simon decided to simply return the hug instead of forcing you off him.... not because he actually liked the hug from you.

You: Simon seemed to be taking this class very seriously from the moment he arrived. He stood in a typical rigid manner while listening and nodding along as instructions were given. The only thing missing was a few 'Yes sir!' replies.

The man made a complete mess though, and you found yourself quickly cleaning up after him in an attempt to keep up with his pace. But even still, you had fun. You got him the things you both needed for the meal, made sure the table was tidy and even engaged in some small talk.

It took everything in you to not laugh out loud as you say the panic in Simon's eyes as he read the instructions for the dessert. It was like he was reading a completely different language and, after a few failed starts, you took over and guided him.

As the class came to an end, and you could both indulge in the meal you created together. You clinked your wine glass against his and took a bite of the ravioli that was mostly his handiwork. It was good! Dessert wasn't too bad either and Simon gave a contented smile as he ate the last of the Zeppole.

You both relaxed on a nearby bench after the class for a few minutes, letting the meal settle in your stomachs before Simon explained he needed to get back to base. You stood up to say your goodbyes, but noticed how he lingered. How he hovered over you; closer than you were accustomed to from him. Taking the chance, you stepped closer and wrapped your arms around his waist and lowered your head into the crook of his neck. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, and you begin to worry you misread the situation; joking that you weren't going to let go until he reciprocated, and gently his hands found their way to your backside and pulled you into the best hug you've ever had. Simon held on longer than you did, though you never truly let go until his hands fell to his sides.

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Hello, hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request a Ghost x Male reader where reader isn't one to think of themself or their own needs, they are very self sacrificing. Reader has always hid the darker parts of them away from view projecting a strong, calm, sturdy person. Reader also wants to be Ghost rock give the man everything, but reader has been keeping secrets like the cause of the nightmares he has.

You can only be strong for so long before you crumble

Hey thank you so much for this precious request, I love it! Hope you like it!

Warnings: Talking about death, mentions of selfharm and suicide/suicidal thoughts, parental abuse (mentally and physically)

There were many times where the team of 141 could count blindly on on Y/n. He was their best friend, their loyal colleague, a good soldier and most importantly someoke the could always count on. It didn't matter what the problem was, Y/n was always ready to help or give some advice. They all took it for granted, it was by now a normal thing in the task force. Nobody wondered or asked if he needed some help or advice or just wanted to talk because Y/n always seemed so confident and strong. So sure about anything and everything in his life that everyone stopped the slightest doubt about him feeling alright whenever it started to bloom up their mind.

Of course there is no such thing as always feeling alright and never needing help. And Y/n knew that perfectly well. He was just a professional in hiding his feelings from the others, from anyone that wasn't his pillow in the middle of the night in his barracks. He felr like he wasn't allowed to feel such emotions. Back in his teenager days, his parents made perfectly clear that he wasn't to fuss about other emotions or feelings than confidence and that he rather keep his thoughts about how he felt to himself as to not bother anyone with his problems. Because that's what you do as a good person. You help others with their problems but you keep yours away from the surface to not seem selfish or mean.

It's been years since he really talked about how he felt with anyone other than his own mind in the small room on the base he called his home. Of course they need to talk to Price or Laswell regularly to check of they are still capable of doing their work but it's never personal and intensive talking. They won't check the roots of the problem or the reasons as why a soldier sometimes would go all quiet while eating at lunch or why they would spend their time alone in their room. And like said before, Y/n was very good at lying about his feelings and personal life. He also seemed to be doing so well that sometimes on missions when he would get hit he looked like he was actually totally fine even if he was hurting, all calm and reassuring. Soap and Gaz always wondered how he did it. How he hid it so well because when they got hit or hurt themself on small things they would be whining and breathing heavily and looking as if they're dying in that moment.

Y/n was strong, calm and confident. That chabges though when a specific skull mask wearing brit was in danger or would show some kind of hurting emotion. Then he was all gone. Ghost is on a building keeping his eyes on Soap through his rifle and not noticing the man trying to ambush him? Y/n would be standing behind them in mere seconds, slashing their throats before they can even reach his brit. Gaz and Price would be firing their guns while him and Soap were trying to get to Ghost who was shot on mission in the field? Suddenly he didn't care that was actually mortal and could die from bullets, his legs carried him through the gunfire and to his hurt lover who just had a grazing wound on his leg by getting shot.

One time, it was after a week long stealth mission, Ghost sat silently outside on the grass while looking up at the nearly complete black sky. Y/n had walked out of the building to take a quick smoke because the whole mission got on gis nerves pretty bad. He had to leave the mask wearing man behind for 2 days after getting ambushed. It was the worst time for him and now Ghost wouldn't look at him but when he fpund him outside he sat beside the lieutenant on the freshly cut grass. ,,Gho-" ,,Simon. Call me Simon", he had said to the h/c man. His voice uncommonly soft. In that night Simon had confessed to Y/n that he had felt scared for the first time on a mission after the h/c had to leave him on the field.

Y/n had felt so bad he swore to himself to never leave the others side again and always try to be there for him. It made him feel even more bad and selfish whenever he felt bad or got the nagging thoughts of telling someone how he felt, especially when he wantes to talk to Simon about how he felt. He felt so bad whenever that he tried to punish himself with doing more and more work for anyone of his team to convince himself he wasn't selfish and bad because he still did help others. This obviously did confuse Ghost a little sometimes when his lover got a sudden outburst of needing to help someone even if there wasn't anything he could do for someone because there was no need for help. But it wasn't that concerning because they all knew how Y/n was at times.

When the whole teams expectations changed on another mission, it was a very surprising and shocking moment for everyone. Y/n had been told to clear out a house in a city while the others did the same to a few other buildings. It had something to do with a cartel and it was just regular procedure for everyone. Walk in, clear every room, take informations with them, walk out and leave. Though when the h/c had entered the second room of the house, a bedroom of a teenager at the looks of all the band posters and school work stuff on the desk, his whole world came crashing down on him. There on the side on the floor next to the bed was a body. Nothing special, they had seen enough dead bodies in this job, but this was the lifeless body of a young girl, probably the owner of this bedroom. And she wasn't killed like other humans he had seen, no she had cuts along her wrists. It made Y/n stop in his tracks for a few seconds before he started to look around the room and go through the stuff on the desk.

It made him feel bad but he had to check everything to not miss anything. At a small little piece of paper that looked as if it has seen better days before, the sergeant stopped to take a closer look. It was very crinkled and had a lot of water damaging on it, probably from tears. When reading the text on it, it was soon clear this piece of paper should've been read by the parents rather than him. It was an apology for all the times this poor girl had failed them and selfishly only cared about her feelings and situation than the problems of others. Her guilt ate her up from the inside out and she couldn't take the disappointment of her parents anymore. She was sorry for only carung about herself instead of others. This all reminded him of himself when he was young. He had those thoughts as well- still has them at times. They weren't nice, they were terrifying and bad but he knew not to bother anyone about them. Just like this girl.

,,n?....Y/n? Y/n do you copy?!", the distraught voice of his boyfriend spoke through the radio. For a second he forgot they were on a mission. ,,Y-Yes! Yes copy. Sorry guys, been searching through this room", ,,Alright, Y/n I'm done with my building- I'll come over and help you", ,,Got it Ghost", their conversation was cut off and Y/n tried his best to keep his calmness. A few minutes later Simon was standing in the same room as him, being shocked at the sight in front of him but letting his emotions show not like his boyfriend. A quiet broken sob escaped Simon at the sight. This poor girl was so young- why would she do this? And why didn't her parents find her? Did she had the same bad parents like his dad? Simon's thought's were making him even sadder but the warm embrace of Y/n calmed that river of negative emotions. ,,It's alright love, I'm here. Let's get going and look for the missing information yeah?", they both went on with the mission, but this wouldn't be the last time one of them would think about this poor girl.

The chopper went down and Price turned it off. They were back in the base, it was getting dark outside already, everyone was tired from the mission which went surprisingly successful and everyone had been getting impatient on the flight back to the base. The second the soldiers got the okay from their captain to safely leave the aircraft, they were all gone. Gaz, Y/n and Price made their way to the kitchen, hungry after all those hours out on the field meanwhile Ghost went to the barracks to shower and Soap also went back to his room, but probably to fall asleep the second he hit his bed instead of showering or doing anything productive 'cause he was the most tired and exhausted out of them all today. Back in the kitchen, Y/n stood in front of the oven, waiting for their food to be done meanwhile Gaz took out some plates and forks for the three of them.

It was in the middle of the night, everyone finally went to sleep and get some rest, when Y/n woke up from a terrible dream. It wasn't really a nightmare mire like an old memory that his mind was replaying. He was 9 again, young and still happy and coming home from school with his math test. He got a good grade and he wanted to show his mother and see how proud she'd be of him for achieving this. When he got home his mother was angry with him. He should help her clean the house instead of wasting time with showing her some stupid test he achieved for once. When he started crying about how it was a good test and he tried really hard his mothers hand flew and struck him across the face. ,,Don't be so ungrateful and stop with the disrespectful behavior of yours!" She had screamed at him. It scared the shit out of the young boy and he really just wanted to get away from his own mother. Just like the teen girl did. Only that he wasn't as brave to go through with hus plan.

Y/n never noticed how his hands shook and how he made subtle hurt noises that woke his boyfriend up until Simon slowly sat up next to him and carefully put his arms around the shaking man. ,,Love is....are you alright? I've never seen you like...like this. Baby?", ,,Oh my- Simon just-just go back to sleep it's fine I don't know what happened- actually I'm feeling okay let's get back to-", ,,No, no you're not fine Y/n. You're crying and shaking what...was it the mission? It's because of that little girl isn't it? It's okay Love, I've been thinking about her as well I-", ,,It's....I'm not thinking of her....particularly. I was...I....she reminded me of me....I was dreaming of something that happened back when I was younger it....I'm sorry it's alright it doesn't matter. Are you okay though? You didn't tell me that it bothered you so much, the girl i mean!", ,,My love is....why are you trying so desperately to change the subject from your feelings to mine? I want to check on you and see if you are alright so why are you pushing me away?",

He thought for a second and was confused. Why did Simon want to kniw hiw he felt? That's selfish of him. Did the blonde man want him to be mean and selfish? They never talked about him so why now? Ot didn't make any sense maybe he just waited for Y/n ti finally snap and talk about his feelings just to have a reason to yell at him and call him a bad person...

,,Hey, I can basically hear your thoughts going a mile a minute baby. I care about you. We all do. And we all know that you don't really talk about yourself, which makes me worry because I know you're not alright sometimes but now I can see and I really want to make you feel better. I am worried about you Love", the blondes soft deep voice spoke into the darkness of them quiet room. ,,But...but that's selfish of me. I don't wanna be a bad person Si....talking about my feelings and thoughts makes me a bad person because I only care about myself and-" Y/n was stopped by two soft lips. His boyfriend couldn't hear the awful words coming out of Y/n's mouth so he put an end to it by kissing his love and showing him with the passionate force how much he cared and wanted to help him. He backed away, a small smile tugging on Simons lips as he spoke again. ,,Now please tell me what's bothering you my Love and let me, let us finally give something to you, let us help you yeah?"

Sorry it took me so long to post something! Was having a stressful week and again having another stressful one! Life sucks man, hope I get some free time pretty soon because I wanna try to write for something knew and I already got ideas kind of I just...need time for it!

See yall next time <3

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Pornstar Dancing [Soap MacTavish x Reader]

Summary: Taskforce 141 are assigned an undercover mission - (R/N) has to use 'equipment' which the military didn't give her. Her friend, Johnny, likes what he sees...

A/N: I was sitting listening to 'Pornstar Dancing' - My Darkest Days, and an idea came into my head. Ngl, this is basically p*rn without a plot but hwg~ *Also peep the Supernatural reference hehe*

mature themes, smut, minors dni. reader is AFAB

This was without a doubt one of the craziest things you've ever had to do for a mission - and that was saying something. 'Crazy' comes with the job, being part of 141 was never going to be a walk in the park and you never expected any less.

When Laswell had given you your file for the mission, you let out a laugh, thinking that she was joking. Spoiler alert - she wasn't. Your role was to go undercover to spy on the target - a Kingpin, no less - at a club, distracting him and his cronies to buy the rest of the team enough time to disable the security, get into position, and capture him. Now you may be thinking, "that doesn't sound too bad." "Oh, what type of club?" you may ask. A Strip club. Yep, tonight, you had agreed to be a stripper. On stage. In front of hundreds of people. In front of a Kingpin. And, in front of your team-mates. And it was safe to say that you were absolutely shitting yourself at the prospect of it.

So here you were - clad in a royal blue bra, panties and garter belt littered with sparkly diamantes. To match, Laswell had given you a set of clear Pleasers, with blue glitter throughout the heels and platforms of the shoes. It had to be said, the outfit did look good on you, which gave you a bit more confidence. But felt naked - in the literal sense, and given the fact you couldn't carry weapons on you that weren't pocket-sized. Can't hide a glock in your bra.

As you fluffed up your hair, one of the managers came over to say that you were up next. You gave her a tight-lipped smile and a nod, as she ushered you over to the side of the stage, just hidden behind the curtains. As if she were psychic, she brought over a tray with a shot glass and a bottle of tequila perched on it," Here you go - calms the nerves."

You thanked her, throwing the shot back, cringing slightly at the cool, burning sensation. The DJ picked up his mic, voice thick with exaggerated enthusiasm as he gave your queue, "Alright everyone, please welcome to the stage 'Bella Donna.'!"

"Belladonna? Like, the pornstar?" Soap questioned, curious as to why, out of all the names that you could have picked out, you went for that one.

Ghost rolled his eyes," The poison - Deadly Nightshade is also called Belladonna." His tone was clipped. He was used to Johnny's antics by now, they'd been working together long enough. But it didn't mean that it didn't get on his nerves any less.

"Hm, clever," Soap nodded - your codename whilst on the battlefield was in fact 'Nightshade' - you were given that mantle before your transfer to the 141 taskforce, given your skills on the battlefield; deadly. The song began, booming through the speakers. Johnny's gaze shot over to the stage, his jaw dropped as you sashayed down the runway towards the pole," Steamin' bloody Jesus..."

Johnny's eyes raked over your form as you swung gracefully around the pole in time with the music - the song was actually one of his favourites. Speaking of favourites, the underwear set you had on was in his favourite colour; the longer he looked the more he could feel his cock twitch in his trousers, and if he didn't look away soon he'd end up with a problem. But he couldn't look away.

He struggled to suppress a groan as you hung upside down on the pole, clutching it between your thighs. When and where you learned how to pole dance, he had no idea - but holy shit, you were good. He had to bite down on the knuckles of his clenched fist, trying to wish his growing hard-on back down.

"Focus, Sergeant," Price spoke concisely through his ear piece - with a subtle hint of amusement behind his words. Everyone in the task force knew that Johnny had a thing for you - he was hardly subtle about it either but had yet to make a move. He was your friend - he thought you wouldn't see him any other way, and didn't want to ruin your friendship if you didn't return his feelings.

Johnny cleared his throat, trying to make his words not sound s as strained as he felt, " Sorry, Sir."

Ghost chuckled slightly, so quiet that the music completely drowned it out. Oh, he was absolutely going to take the piss out of him later.

The Kingpin stood from his seat as the song was coming to an end, coming to stand at the end of the stage. Playing along with the facade, you pressed your back against the cool metal of the pole, spreading your legs slightly as you dropped down into a sort-of squat. You inwardly cringed at his appearance - a sweaty, greasy-looking creep.

He placed a large stack of money at your feet, giving you a salacious wink," Give me a private dance, Sweetheart."

I'd rather dance on your head, you prick. "Of course," You gave him a smile, picking up the wad of cash before standing to full height, towering over him. As the target turned to his cronies, you looked to the back of the room, seeing Ghost give you a nod - good to go. Your eyes met Soap's as he fixed you with an expression that you hadn't seen before.

"Lead the way, hot stuff," The voice of the slimy kingpin cut through your daze, as he held out his hand to help you down the steps at the side of the stage. Oh, what a gentleman, you thought sarcastically, taking his hand. His cronies stayed behind, dispersing into the crowd to go and do as they pleased while their boss was 'occupied.' Perfect.

The situation escalated rapidly after that. As soon as you got the Kingpin into one of the private rooms, Ghost was already there, hiding in the dark corner. He pounced, quickly punched the target out before he could let out any sound of alarm, tying his arms behind his back and a cloth gag over his mouth," Good work, Sergeant."

You nodded, letting out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

"Bravo 0-7 to Bravo 6 - target has been neutralised, over."

"This is Bravo 6 - good work, bring him out."

With apparent ease, Ghost lifted the unconscious male up, checking the coast was clear outside the room before dragging him to the fire escape. Pushing the door open revealed Gaz and Price, ready and waiting, as the target was hauled into the truck. The cool night air hit your exposed skin, your arms folding over your chest.

"Here you go, Darlin'," You jumped slightly, turning to see Johnny behind you, holding a bundle of your clothes out to you," As nice as you look, it's baltic oot there, you'll be freezin'."

You smiled slightly," Thank you, Soap -"

"Call me Johnny," He smiled slightly - his eyes wandered down to your chest briefly before quickly flicking back up to meet your eyes. There was a beat of silence, as that unreadable expression fell over his face once again, before he cleared his throat," Get yourself changed - I'll wait out here for you."

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The mission was a complete success which meant the team was allowed to head back to base. Thank god, you thought. A hot shower, takeout and a decent night's sleep were definitely in order and they were going to the first order of business as soon as you got back. Or, well, that was the plan.

It was as if Johnny had read your mind, as he showed up at your door not even half an hour after having gotten through the front door, a plastic bag containing Chinese food in his hand. He smiled," Got the goods."

Shower forgotten, you let him into your room. You had actually just been unpacking your duffel bag when he knocked, random items scattered across your bed; Johnny clicked his tongue," Question?"

"Shoot."

"How the fuck did you walk in these?!" Johnny asked incredulously, turning to face you, your heels suspended on the end of his finger.

You laughed at his reaction, he always had a bit of a flare for the dramatics. "A bit of liquid courage helped - and no, they weren't comfortable."

"Ohh, drinking on the job? Bad girl." He winked with a smile, his pearl white teeth practically sparkling. Bad girl. His words caused a pool of heat to build in your lower stomach, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. There was no denying that he was an attractive guy, and he had a great personality - and maybe you did have a bit of a crush on him. A big crush. But you were friends, surely he wouldn't feel the same way?

"Okay - it was one shot of tequila," You rolled your eyes, trying to will the blood to dissipate from your rosy cheeks," The Manager must have noticed that I was nervous, she gave me it before I went on-stage."

Johnny's brows knitted together, as he placed the heels back onto the bed, coming to stand no more than two feet away from you," Nervous? You were amazing on that stage, didn't know you could move like that - that wasn't the tequila that did that, that was all you, Darlin'."

Darlin'. You looked to the floor, feeling your cheeks heat up at his praise. Johnny tilted your chin up with two fingers under your jaw," Hey, I mean it - you looked really good, hell you probably made a fortune into the bargain, putting the pros to shame."

His light-hearted tone always managed to make you laugh; you met his soft gaze as he smiled, letting out a chuckle. His pale blue eyes stared into yours, falling to your lips and back up again. The tension was rising, he shuffled closer. You bit your bottom lip, his thumb pressing on it gently to release it from your teeth. He swallowed - now who's the nervous one?

"I - I'm just going to come out and say this," Johnny looked into your eyes, gaze unwavering even with his hesitance," I like you...as more than just a friend - I've fancied you for ages, but I was too scared to tell you in case you didn't feel the same."

You were gobsmacked, which must have been evident on your face as he quickly continued without missing a beat. "I think you're beautiful and well, tonight... I couldn't take my eyes off of you, I wanted to be the only one to see you like that... and I know that makes me sound like a selfish prick but -"

You cut him off, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. He went rigid for a second, as if processing that this was actually happening, arms wrapping around your waist as he reciprocated the kiss. He pulled away slightly, nose touching yours; his eyes were closed, a smile slowly making its way onto his face. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly with joy, as he pulled you into a deeper kiss. And another. And another.

Johnny unzipped your hoodie, you shrugged the material off your shoulders to the floor, arms wrapping around his neck. He groaned lowly as he noticed that you were still wearing the lingerie from before," You look so fucking sexy - in my favourite colour too, you're going to drive me crazy." His favourite colour is blue? Noted.

His large hands slid up your ribcage, firmly cupping your breasts through the cups of your bra. He hummed lowly, leaning down to press hot open-mouthed kisses across the expanse of your chest. You let out a soft gasp, as his kisses trailed up the side of your neck to your jaw, sucking lightly," The whole time you were on-stage, all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck you."

You moaned lightly, as his hand wandered down to slip underneath the waistband of your sweatpants, rubbing over the front of your panties. Your knees buckled slightly, leaning further into him for support. He smirked, pressing his fingers directly onto your clit, your breath hitching at the contact. You cupped his bulge through his trousers causing him to grunt," Two can play at that game, Sergeant."

You dropped to your knees, unbuckling his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down his legs; he stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side. He let out a hiss as your hand wrapped around his semi-hard length, stroking slowly from base to tip. You bit your lip to hide your smile, licking a bold stripe along the underside of his cock.

"You're really good at this." Johnny gathered your hair into a ponytail with one hand, the other cupping your cheek. You sucked the tip into your mouth, tongue circling the sensitive head, before taking his entire length down your throat. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut briefly. You repeated the action, before pulling away, pumping his length, laving your tongue over his balls," Fuck."

He gently tugged you off him, pulling you up into a sloppy kiss that was all tongues and teeth. He dipped down, briskly pulling you up into his arms, hands firmly grasping onto your ass. He walked you both backwards, turning to place on the edge of your bed; you quickly pushed all the items littered across your bedspread to the floor, you'd deal with the mess later. Johnny draped himself over you, pulling your sweatpants down your legs and over your feet, tossing them to the floor - revealing the matching panties and garter belt. He groaned lowly. "Fuckin' hell."

Johnny leaned down, pressing kisses down the column of your throat, between your breasts, down your navel to the band of your panties. You moved to peel them off, but his hand gently grabbed your wrist," Keep them on - want to fuck you in them." He grinned, ripping his shirt over his head, throwing it away to the corner of the room. Johnny dipped down, hands rubbing over the insides of your thighs; he had spent so many nights dreaming of being in this exact position, fucking into his clenched fist, imagining it was your pussy. He pulled the cloth of your thong to the side, humming as he blew cold air across your wet folds.

"Stop teasing me, Johnny," You whined, nails scratching across his scalp. The sound of his name - not his call-sign - coming from your lips in such a sinful way made his cock twitch. He placed his hot mouth over your clit, closing his eyes as his tongue swirled in small circles around the bundle of nerves.

You let out a moan, throwing your head back against the sheets. You bit your bottom lip as his hands secured over the front of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. He pulled away slightly, fingers rubbing over your folds before he sank his index finger into your pussy. His middle finger joined soon after as he kitten licked your clit, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

"Johnny," You cried out, writhing in pleasure, making his free arm fold around your hips as he held you in place. He groaned, turning his head to suck a hickey into the soft skin of your inner thigh." Feels so good - want you to fuck me so hard," You cooed as this thumb rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.

He pulled away, hands spreading your thighs," Such a pretty pussy." crawling over you body to kiss you hard, teasing your folds with his hard cock.

You let out a gasp as he slowly sank himself inside you, inch by inch. "Wanted to do this for so long." He kissed you deeply, groaning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled lightly. Your mouth fell open, crying out as he began with slow, deep thrusts.

Your brows knitted together as his length pressed into your g-spot. "Right there, yeah?" He asked in a slightly teasing tone, hand coming to wrap around the front of your throat, grasping gently. He thrusted into the same spot again, humming when you let out a squeal at the stimulation. He gave a heavier thrust, swallowing your moans with a kiss.

" Harder - fuck me harder," You stared into his eyes, challenging him. He quirked a brow, pulling your legs up to rest over his shoulders, palms pressing your knees down towards your chest. The change of angle allowed him to reach deeper than before, as he rammed into you, groaning as your walls squeezed tightly around him. Your hand covered your mouth in an attempt to suppress your moans, mindful that you two weren't the only ones on base.

Johnny peeled your hand away, linking your fingers together with a grin," Let them hear, Gorgeous - fuck - let them hear how good I'm making you feel." Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself nearing your climax, reaching between your legs with your free hand to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Fuckin' hell," Johnny slowed his thrusts as he felt your walls clenched around him as you came, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. He groaned into the crook of your neck; you thought he was about to cum but he didn't. He gave you a languid kiss, before slowly pulling out of you," Want you to ride me."

His hands came to rest on your hips, pulling you up with him as he laid on his back. You blushed slightly as you swung a leg over his waist, reaching down to guide his tip through your folds, sinking down on him slowly. Johnny grinned up at you as you swivelled your hips, his cock digging into your g-spot. "Shit," You cried, placing your palms on his chest as you began to thrust down onto him. He bit his lip with a smirk, hands smoothing down to grasp your ass as he watched your tits bounce. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss; he thrusted up into you, smiling as you moaned into his mouth.

"Cum for me, gorgeous," Johnny's length twitched inside of you as you tried to meet his thrusts," Come on, make me cum." He cooed, groaning as he felt your walls tighten around him, your hips stalling against his. His arms wound around you tightly as he came, hugging you to his chest.

You lifted your hips off him, rolling to lay beside him as you both panted, trying to catch your breath. You turned your head, meeting his adoring gaze with a smile, turning to cuddle into his side. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, arm wrapping around your form, holding you to him.

"So...I take it you fancy me too then, Darlin'?"

#soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #call of duty #cod #multifandomimagin3s

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sensivs · 1 year

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Subby graves smut 😘😘😘

Based on a twt post I saw;3

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Basic summary: You’re a shadow and you were unfortunate to witness the betrayal of graves, angry at him, you yell at him at how stupid that was, and you decide to give him a punishment he’ll never forget

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- “WHAT THE FUCK GRAVES?” You yelled instantly as ghost and soap got away. “Graves you just turned GHOST, FUCKING GHOST, who was on OUR side into AN ENEMY?!?!!!!”

You were blowing a goddamn fuse at your hot, but stupid boss. I’m pretty sure you popped a few blood vessels while screaming.

“It was general shepherd’s command, and plus, we’ll get em” the amount of confidence that graves had was astronomical.

“No we fucking won’t graves, ghost and soap are two of the most well known and greatest military men. You seriously think that just by sending 78 personal into a town is gonna take them two down?”

Graves face grimaced, maybe he was finally coming to his senses and realized how stupid his choice was. But no, he was so confident in how he could take them down that at this point you just wanted to get all your things and get the fuck out.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, you then slammed his face into the hood of his car.

“aCk! What the fuck y/n-“ before he finished his sentence you kissed him, not wanting to hear another word from his stupid, dumb mouth.

You ripped his pants clean off, he shivered due to the cold hitting his bare ass like a train. You groped the two mountains of flesh presented in front of you, which made the blonde haired guy whimper.

Phillips was a kinky bitch and you knew that with all your heart, with the amount of times you two had secretly done it. Graves had no shame in how much of a whore he was.

You then took off your own pants and boxers, graves felt your hard-on being pressed on his ass. He then took your cock into one of his hands and tried to align it to his hole.

But you slapped his hand away, who did this bitch think he was???? “Who the fuck told you were in charge?”

You slapped your dick on his thick ass, watching as it bounced, you couldn’t help yourself anymore and just stuck it in him.

Graves gasped, sure he’d taken your cock on multiple occasions but the sheer size of it just seemed to surprise him every time.

He clawed at the car, not having anything to grab onto, he grabbed your thighs. He knew he’d be in trouble but just taking your cock was a punishment worse than any other.

You thrusted in and out of him, watching as phillips crumbled underneath you. He was so in the moment that all he could do was moan and let out hot breathes of air.

He was so close until you pulled out, “wh-what?! You can’t do this to me y/n! I was so close…” graves was about to start a whining fit until you shoved your cock in his mouth.

Graves didn’t even realized he was on his knees and sucking your dick until he was suddenly cut off.

He gagged, his reflexes were horrible but so hot at the same time. He continued to gag on your cock until you came down his throat. Hot sperm leaked down into the deepest parts of the blondies throat.

“Fuckkkk, you look so much better when your not huffing and puffing such stupid words out of your mouth for once” phillips grumbled, knowing you were right.

“Can I please cum now?” The man asked, as his pretty blue eyes looked up at you. Pleadingly. “Sure”

You picked Phillips up from the ground and put his cock into your hand. Slowly and steadily jerking the blondie off.

“Oh c’mon y/n!!!! Please jerk me off like you mean it” you chuckled at graves as you the started picking up the page.

Soon enough, Phillips own hot sperm shot out of his dick and onto the car. He lied limp in your arms, trying to grab at least a breath.

You kissed his neck and happily held him in your arms <3.

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I’m a sub graves truther 😘🫶💕

ALSO GAZ HCS SOON

#phillip graves #male reader #smut #mw2

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Well well well... We meet again Captain MJ. It honestly doesn't surprise me to find you right here on the scene of the crime. WITH POWER BOTTOM GHOST IN YOUR HANDS NO LESS!! I should've expected it you'd be involved in this from the beginning. I should've expected it was you that made Soap be desperate and begging to fuck him.

I can't arrest you yet without more evidence but be warned— You're on thin ice Captain. Have a good day.

I'll give you my confession signed and with timestamps but I have no remorse for what I've done

Ghost was staring at Soap, arms crossed and with an air of confidence despite being completely undressed save for the mask. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs partially together.

"Sir..." Soap started, getting all flustered.

"No. You wanted to tease me all day, make promises, tell me what you were going to do to me later. So, c'mon. Don't chicken out now."

Soap had never been quite so red before. He reached over and pressed Ghost's thighs apart. It was a bit slow going, but Ghost didn't struggle. His fingers traced some of the scarring on his inner thighs, admiring it. He leaned down and made eye contact with Ghost for a moment, as if asking for permission, before gently kissing them.

Ghost didn't give him any reaction. Internally, he was having fun. Getting Soap riled up was his favorite hobby. But if Soap knew he was effecting him, he'd get all cocky and where was the fun in that?

Soap hesitated and Ghost huffed. "Lube, Johnny. Start with your fingers."

He followed the orders immediately. "Also, lose your shirt." Soap slipped it off and tossed it away, letting Ghost take a good look at him. He moved in front of him again and knelt down, coating his fingers. Carefully, he pushed one into Ghost and quickly looked up to see any reaction.

Ghost didn't even twitch. He looked at his nails, noticing he'd have to paint them again soon. The black had gotten chipped around the edges.

Soap dragged his tongue up his cock and Ghost yanked him back by his hair, ignoring the whine it got from him.

"I didn't give you permission to do that. Keep your other hand on my thigh. Don't need you coming too soon."

Soap panted softly. "Simon, please..." He followed his orders though, trying to get deeper and stretch him out more thoroughly. He slid another one in, groaning at how tight Ghost felt.

Ghost played with his hair lazily. "Good boy."

Soap let out a soft squeak at that and quickly tried to speed things along. Ghost could see how his hips occasionally jerked forward like he couldn't help himself, but to his credit, Soap kept his hands where he was told. He added more lube after a moment, managing to get up to three fingers.

Soap looked debauched despite still having his pants and not being touched. He whined suddenly and glanced up at him.

"You sound like a dog." Ghost yanked his hair and Soap blushed more. He quickly focused on his task, only managing to keep eye contact with Ghost because Ghost wouldn't let him go.

"Alright, that's enough. Put on a condom."

Soap quickly grabbed one of them and slipped it on, his pants discarded now. He took a second, hands still slick with lube, but he quickly did and looked at Ghost for instruction.

"Nice and easy, understood?"

"Thank you." Soap pushed into him immediately and moaned. "Fucking hell." He went to move and Ghost hummed to get his attention.

"Don't move yet."

Soap paused, assuming he needed to adjust despite Ghost not giving any impression he needed it. He stilled though and waited, calmly at first and then whining a bit. "Simon?"

"You're pretty like this. Feels nice."

"Could make you feel better?" His hips rolled and Ghost immediately yanked him down so their faces were an inch apart.

"I didn't give you permission to move. Do I feel nice?" He asked it so sweetly, like he was asking if he liked the tea he made him and not if he liked the torture Simon was putting him through.

"Yes. God, you feel nice." Soap took a deep breath, maintaining eye contact. "Lt, come on."

"Beg. Move an inch without me telling you and I'll get redressed." Ghost laid back and relaxed, legs curling around Soap who looked distraught.

"Si, come on. Please. Let me fuck you properly. I can take care of you."

Ghost yawned. "Come on, Johnny. You can do better than that."

Soap panted and shuddered. Ghost felt his hips move slightly, but he decided to let it slide since it seemed involuntary. He also very much wanted to get fucked, not that Soap needed to know.

"You're so perfect. I want to pleasure you. Make you feel good."

Ghost laughed. "No, sweetheart, look at you. I can feel your cock throbbing. You want to finish in me. Admit that."

"Yes..."

"You want to use me to get off."

Soap nodded, not able to piece his words together.

"Better. Now, try again."

"I want to come so bad. You feel so good it drives me crazy and the way you look in those thigh straps had me gagging for you. I've been half hard since I fucking saw you this morning. Please sir let me fuck you, I'll do whatever you want, I'll sit on my knees for hours just..." He groaned, feeling Ghost clench around him. "Please..."

Ghost laughed. "Go slow. Nice and easy. Want to drag this out."

Soap put his head on Ghost's shoulders and started to rock into him. Ghost had to give it to him, he was excellent at following orders. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Tentatively, he kissed his neck, being extremely chaste about.

"You can bite me. Just keep your pace steady."

Soap immediately got to work making marks, alternating between hickeys and bites. His hips occasionally jerked forward and he'd, badly, play it off. It was so cute. So entertaining.

Ghost couldn't help the tiny grunt when Soap hit his prostate and that became his target. He tried his best, but he couldn't get Ghost to make another sound. His hands were on Ghost's thighs, keeping him spread just right for him to hit it.

Ghost could feel Soap getting close and grinned under the mask. Just as Soap was about to ask for permission he patted his head.

"Stop."

"What?" Soap whimpered.

"Stop moving. You've been rather rude, haven't even attempted to get me off." Blatant lie, Soap had been trying his best.

His hand went straight to Ghost's cock, stroking him. Still no response from Ghost other than a bored look. Though his dick did twitch in Soap's hand so clearly he was doing something right.

"Do you deserve to finish?"

Soap buried his face in Ghost's chest and screamed for a minute, the flush on his body going all the way down his back. "Simon please please I'll beg more."

Ghost laughed, feeling Soap's grip on him tighten. "Don't come before I do or you're not getting anything for the next week."

Soap nodded and slowly started to move again, not wanting to push his luck.

"Faster, MacTavish. Don't want to be here until morning."

He thrust into him properly and judging by the look on his face, he almost came right then and there. Soap bit his lip hard and refused to look at Ghost, thrusting in frantically. He hit his sweet spot as hard as he could and stroked Ghost faster, trying so hard to get him over the edge.

Ghost pulled his mask off and ruffled his own hair for a second. He then grabbed Soap's face and made him look at him, smirking just a little. Soap's pupils dilated slightly and he immediately came inside him. Soap fell against his chest, legs shaking hard. Ghost lazily used his legs to get him to keep fucking him and Soap shakily did, thrusting in over and over until he stopped. He let out a harsh keening noise and sat up, starting to stroke Ghost again.

Simon came with a soft groan, still grinning wide enough for his dimples to show. Soap got rid of the condom before collapsing on top of him, whining.

"You lost."

Soap hugged him tighter. "Are you seriously saying a whole week of nothing?"

"I'm actually going on a solo mission starting tomorrow." Simon smiled at him. "So you weren't getting laid regardless."

Soap glared at him. "Taking your mask off was dirty."

"Needed to make sure you lost. I don't want you touching yourself either. You're going to be a good boy and wait for me to get back." Ghost's hand fit perfectly around Soap's throat and he made the most adorable facial expressions.

"Yes, sir." Soap kissed him, straining against his hand.

"I promise to make it worth your time, Johnny."

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley

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cake-apostate · 2 years

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Early in SMT5, a student is worried about a volleyball game against a school that has a former Olympian as a coach. I’ve heard the theory that this is a bad future where the Phantom Thieves never stole Kamoshida’s heart, but I think it’s more likely that SMT5 takes place before Persona 5.

So now I have a fic idea for after the secret ending of SMT5. I haven’t gotten that ending yet, and I haven’t finished Persona 5, but I know how they go. Spoilers below, and warnings about inaccuracies.

The Nahobino has been living in Tokyo, invisible and intangible, for what feels like forever. He passes the time by watching people and commenting on their lives like he’s watching a soap opera.

So much to his surprise, this scruffy-looking teenager takes offense to him lying dramatically on LeBlanc’s tables when he’s trying to clean up. Joker thinks he’s part of the Velvet Room at first (blue outfit and gold eyes) and is unamused, but the stranger has no idea what he’s talking about. The Nahobino panics and runs, but he soon realizes how lonely he is and returns.

The Nahobino ends up becoming one of Joker’s Confidants. Since he took the throne to prevent gods and demons from interfering with the lives of humans, he’s reluctant to get involved, but loneliness overcomes him and he reluctantly starts helping. Depending on how serious I want to make the story, either he’s the Aeon Arcana Confidant (no particular symbolism; it’s just one that nobody is using), or Lavenza has no idea what he is and gives him the Happy Squirrel card.

Since he believes that humans have to solve their own problems, the Confidant benefits are at first things that a human can do, such as tutoring Joker with schoolwork and sparring, but as the link goes on, he starts using his supernatural powers. He spies on targets and sometimes provides healing. The Confidant itself is about how the Nahobino made his choice and is certain that it was the right one, but he’s not sure if he can live with the consequences. Humanity will be safe as long as he can endure his loneliness, but he’s not sure how long he can stay that way without going mad.

It turns out that after the Nahobino killed all the gods and demons, there still had to be an outlet for humanity’s belief, so Shadows manifest as demons. The Nahobino isn’t too happy with this, but realizes that they can’t generally affect human cognition, and leaves them be. They’re not the same gods and demons he knew, which helps. He doesn’t realize that Yaldabaoth is around until it’s too late.

Joker can see the Nahobino because he’s holding enough Personas in his head to be a little bit demonic/divine, and so can Morgana. The other Persona users can sort of sense his presence; Akechi only has two, so he can’t see the Nahobino, either. He’s visible in the Metaverse, but isn’t an effective fighter because his powers are divine, not psychic.

Everyone assumes that the Nahobino is a ghost at first, and Futaba scans the government databases to see how he died, only to discover that he’s still alive. They visit his human self, who has no idea what’s going on. The Nahobino is angry and the Confidant breaks until Joker explains that they were trying to find his grave to help him move on.

During the final battle, Yaldabaoth has some kind of extra attack, but the Nahobino drops in and Murakumos him before he can finish off the Thieves.

Also, part of the reason why the Conspiracy could go far as it did was because Koshimizu died with the rest of the gods. From what we can tell, Koshimizu was an excellent Prime Minister, and his sudden disappearance destabilized the government. Shido took power in the confusion, leading the Phantom Thieves to believe that Black Mask killed him, but Black Mask admits that not even Shido would be audacious enough to assassinate the Prime Minister.

#shin megami tensei 5 #shin megami tensei v #shin megami tensei #persona 5 #Nahobino #Megaten

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trashiewrites · 3 years

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Promotion (Soap x Reader)

Word count: 2319

[Notes: I'm so happy to finally have finished this fic! I've been feeling on and off for a while. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also sorry I have really basic grammar so grammar might be shit.]

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Night lurked over the head of the men and women of the camp. You found yourself looking up to the sky for no particular reason. The stars of tonight shined brightly, they seemed almost hypnotic. You were out of it to not hear someone come by behind you. "Sky beautiful tonight ain't it?" You jumped up at the sudden voice, knowing it was the captain "sorry, didn't mean to scare ya!"

"It's fine captain...." you lightly chucked as splashes of red-tinted your cheeks. You've had a small feeling for the Scottish man. You've been denying it till recently. He's your CO but you know... at least shoot your shot. "Would you like to join me, captain?"

"I would love too" he sat down close next to you. A lovely grin from ear to ear as he stared at the stars too. "What do you see or get reminded of when you see the stars?" You hummed, placing a finger upon your chin as you thought. For a split second, you glanced at the captain...

"Well..." your heart raced at the thought of putting the notation of you liking someone out there. In the end, you chicken out of it. " I see possibilities! What about you sir?"

"They remind me of someone I deeply love." He chuckled as his gaze faced downward. "They don't quite know it yet though..."

"Whoever it is, they should count themselves lucky, sir." You nudged his shoulder, attempting to keep your cool, "you're an amazing person after all!"

"You really think so?" Soap laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. Though your chest showed this pang of jealousy. "Say... how about we head to the mess hall? Grab some dinner."

"Of course!" You yelped a tad too excitedly. Realizing that fact you tensed up and smiled nervously "um... Of course, captain..." the both of you stood and began to walk side to side. The walk itself was sweet and littered with small talk about anything. It could be training, people, or even gossip. Yet throughout the whole time you would glance over to the captain. Noticing small little details about him that made your heart slowly melt. His chiseled jaw, his deep blue eyes, the way he laughed and made others motivated. You loved every single thing about this man.

"I wonder what crap they'll give us today.." He held the tent's drapes open for you. "You first~" he mockingly bowed.

"Why thank you, captain!" You walk in after a small curtsy.

"You know you can call me John right? It's off-hours, so I don't mind." You paused in your tracks, processing the offer. You knew no one who ever called the Captain by his first. If anything you found the idea almost disrespectful to him.

"Are you sure sir?" You look at him with a look of pure confusion. He covered his mouth as a laugh leaked from it. Which by all means makes you even more confused.

"Yes, I'm sure. But just on off-hours, ya hear?" He smiled, lightly pushing your shoulder as he walked past you.

"Y-yes, sir!" You both went up getting your MREs. On the side, they had a package of tea bags, the water next to it respectfully. As well there is a brewer with a sign that reads coffee. You, being much more a tea person, gladly took a plastic cup and had your cup. John, on the other hand, had pure black coffee. As you sat down facing each other you could help but notice the stars in his eyes as he glanced at the coffee. If anything it was drop-dead adorable. As you both waited for the MREs to prepare themselves you decided to push what john told you earlier. "So John..." you coughed, hoping to release some on the nerves. He hummed back glancing down at you as he sipped his cup of dirty beans.

"Something on your mind (y/n)?"

"About that person, you talked about earlier. It-the one you love, can I ask more about them?" You glanced down, waiting to get scolded that it wasn't your place to know.

"Sure!"

"Sir, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked it definitely isn't-" you headshot to look at John as you realized the words that exited his mouth. "W-wait... really?"

"I mean, why not?" He smiled ever so innocently, "do you not want to know anymore?"

"It's not that... I just thought that's not really my place." You flash him a nervous smile as well a shrug of your shoulders. "But go on!" Your tone was almost eager, your heart yearned to hear this.

"Well.. she's a beautiful lass. Very strong-willed and kind." His face began to soften, you assume at the thought of the girl. "She just splendid to be around. She's smart, witty, and exceptional clueless..." he chuckled, facing off to the side.

"Do I know her?" You took a bit of your MRE. Which, by the way, was still piping hot. "Hot hot hot!!" You lightly banged the table as you swallowed through the pain. John smiled as he placed a hand upon his chin, pondering the question.

"I suppose you do, they are on the team." This caught you by surprise. You knew this person, and you trained with this person. The thought plagued your mind. Unaware of it, you were eerily silent as a checklist played through your head. John coughed, having taken bites from his meal, "look, you don't have to look further into it but if you do find out, I'll give you a promotion of sorts."

"A promotion? For something like this?"

"You'll see.." John smiled as he took his final bite. "Now I best be off, good luck." He stood, walking away from the table. Leaving you staring into the distance, dumbfounded. As you finished you knew that the other boys were up much later. Roach, for example, the man stays up all the time. Speed walking over to the barracks to see Roach outside on his phone.

"Gary! I have to ask you something!" He looked up and smiled sweetly.

"Sure! What could you need this late though?"

"Apparently the captain like one of the girls, do you have any idea who?" You spoke quietly as to not draw anyone else's attention. Roach was baffled at first at the weird question. Yet that baffled face soon became one that reads 'you can't be serious'.

"You are blind..."

"What do you mean?" You began to think it should be an obvious answer. But there are plenty of women as John described.

"Look... I don't know the captain personally enough to know for sure. But it's been kinda obvious for a while." Roach chuckled as his eyes returned to his phone, "I don't even think I have the balls to tell ya. How 'bout ask the lieutenant? He knows the captain like the back of his hand."

"Lieutenant Riley? Ghost? Do you know how weird that is? At least me and you, ya know, we are the same rank." You clutched your fist together, chills running down your spine at the thought.

"If I tell you, you probably, no, you WILL go ask the lieutenant anyways."

"Just tell me, Sanderson!" You grabbed the man, who is taller than you, by the collar of his shirt.

"It's you dumbass!" You stood there in silence. Some say your soul exited your body for a minute. Roach slowly moved your hands off his collar. "(Y/n)??"

"You're joking..." Roach shook his head. "Where is the lieutenant?"

"In the living quarter last I checked." Roach meekly voiced out, scared to once again get his collar grabbed. You walked in to see the lieutenant relaxing in the lounge area, his head in a newspaper. You quietly made your way over, as well as thinking of what the hell you would ask him. You found it painfully awkward to ask if your CO has a crush on you.

"You need something (y/n)?" He lowered his newspaper ever so slightly, his brown eyes staring coldly at you.

"Uh... y-yes I-I have a... question." You stared right back to him, the heat on your cheeks making you uncomfortable as hell. He chuckled as he took one last look at his paper, folding it neatly. You could help but think did he already know you were coming here? I mean it wouldn't be surprising, due to the confrontation with Roach.

"Well, go ahead then. Ask away." His voice seemed to mock you, not rudely of course. But it's as if he was teasing you.

"W-well sir, earlier this evening the captain g-gave me a challenge to... to.." you coughed the lump of nervousness in your throat was suffocating. As you once again open your mouth to speak the rest of your statement, Riley's deep voice chimed in.

"He dared you to find out who's he's crushing on, ya?" Your heart sunk down to your stomach. Of course he already knew... you feel the heat on your cheeks.

"Y-yes, sir... gosh this is embarrassing." You faced the ground, glancing up periodically.

"Well I'm assuming you want me to tell you who?"

"W-well sir, I originally asked Roach and well..." you coughed, trying your hardest to grow some balls, "He said it was me. I was just wonder if it t-true."

"I'll tell you two things alright?" You nodded as you took a seat across from him "one, he does. It's been quite obvious for a while. Two, he never shuts the fuck up about you.. god it comes to the point I hate being in a room alone with him."

"O-oh I-I"

"Just hurry up and get together already, that way he stops fucking going on about ya" you nodded did a 180 headed straight off.

"Y-Yes sir!!"

Just after, you sat at your bunk... you couldnt bring yourself to do it. Your mind was still processing it all in. Lieutenant Riley's word echoed in your ears. You yourself felt like you were floating, yet scared. "This must all be a dream, it too good to be true..." you pinched you arm, almost to the point of drawing blood. Eyes squint from the pain, and open to the same scenery as before. "What am I doing?" You stood and went to the mirror, slapping your cheeks. Squeezing your face together ever so slightly, "get yourself together (y/n), this could be the once chance!" You confidently went to the door. "Captain quarters are far... it shouldnt be difficult at all." You walked out briskly, closing the door quietly behind you.

You made steady pace to the captain quarters. You tried your hardest to keep your cool, you werent sure if it was working. Then again, it's rather late there really isnt many people around. You stood in front of the door. You have never been more scared of a door before. You took a step forward, a deep breath, curling your hand to knock of the door. Before you could even knock the door opened and there stood the captain. "Oh (y/n), what got you out here so late at night?"

"I-I just N-needed..." your body shivered of nervousness, of course he would open the door right before you were ready!

"Look at you..." he spoke softly, grasping lightly at your shoulder. Placing another hand in the open air. "You're shivering like a you've been in the cold for awhile, come in." He slowly leads you in, even if you were at all cold (which you weren't) the heat from your face could probably keep you alive. You look up to him offering a cup of hot tea.

"Captain... I-im not cold..." you took the cup, taking in the aroma of the tea. "but I do appreciate the drink." It was calming actually.

"If you ain't cold, does that mean you're nervous? By what in god name has god cha nervous?" You place the tea upon the coffee table. You knew he was staring at you, yet you could stare back. Rubbing your arm shyly, a small cough to clear your throat. "Oh.... it's that challenge ain't it?"

You nodded, slowly lifting your head to see him. His expression was almost eager, perhaps hopeful? He held his own hands, twiddling with his own thumb. "C-Captain..."

"Please... Call me John." It was almost as he was begging just like a puppy. It took you by surprise but it's what you could atleast do.

"Okay, John," you chuckled. Cracking a small little smirk, butterflies already flying everywhere within you. "I-I like you too, I have for a while. Gosh, saying "like" is just an understatement. I've loved you for a while." You exhaled deeply, the weight in your chest seemingly lifted. John stood, sitting next to you. Wrapping you into a tight embrace.

"Congrats, (y/n). Are you ready for that promotion?" He spoke softly into your ear. Hunger, yearning plagued the tones of his voice.

"J-John what exactly is this promotion?" You moved his head back, cupping his cheeks. He smirked devilishly, slowly moving to cover your own cheeks.

"Well, of course. You're gonna be promoted to my girlfriend~" as he finished his sentence in a deep husky voice. He planted his lips upon yours, holding you close. It was heavenly, you didnt want it to end. His taste was hypnotic, sweet, hungry and full of passion and love. Time seemed to slow down and you couldnt care. Yet reality hit back always too soon. You two separate panting, staring longingly into eachothers eyes. "G-God I waited so long to do that..."

You panted quietly, holding your hand to his cheek. You sat and admired this moment, this moment will never happen again. "Well... I hope the wait was worth it." You laughed, pulling his head closer. Gifting him a small peck upon his nose.

"Oh definitely princess, definitely."

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aroaceslytherin · 3 years

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In Too Deep

(Used song 'In Too Deep - Why Don't We' for inspiration)

Used to be scared of the ocean

'Cause I didn't know how to swim

I took one sip of your potion

Now I'm just divin' right in

For as long as Regulus could remember, he would have nightmares of the ocean swallowing him whole and dragging him down to the unknown depths many levels below the earth’s surface. His siblings taught themselves to swim in the lake in the forest near their manor.

Regulus never followed. He panicked just even setting foot on the land where the lake was. Ever since the first dream, he would drink water with a straw, he would never take a bath but rather clean himself with rags, water, and soap, he hated the rain, and washing the dishes or his hands made his heart pound.

When Regulus was eighteen, he signed himself up for a Suicide Mission besides the protests of his sisters and brother. He loved James, he loved his daughter, but he had to make his mother proud of him. So he took on the task of finding the locket for Tom Riddle even after Tom asked him many times ‘Are you sure?’.

“Why are you all protesting?” Regulus asked, sitting on the table in the meeting hall.

“You can’t swim.” Narcissa pleaded.

“Inferi will drag you down before you can even get to a cure for the water!” Bellatrix added on. “You are not strong enough, you have a fear of water, someone would have to go with you but it has never worked before.”

“I’ll take the risk.” Regulus whispered. “I love you.”

I heard your siren's call, it was beautiful I am drowning, God, please don't save me

Regulus took a deep breath in as he packed his bags. He was leaving Hogwarts tonight - he used to be excited to leave because it meant freedom. Now he dreaded it. He no longer wanted to leave because the chance for freedom was now shattered.

Was he ruining his future? Were his siblings right?

Regulus took the route down to the Gryffindor Common Room once more. Seeing the painting he used to run through with his brother and his idiot friends sent flutters through his body. An overwhelming sense of sadness he had never felt before filled his soul.

“Damn you, James.” He chuckled, making his way to the platform where the carriages were to take them to the train.

Regulus remembered the first time he saw James... Or at least noticed him. He was thirteen. James was sixteen. Sixteen and holding hands with a slightly annoyed Lily who was also holding hands with Remus... Who was holding hands with Sirius. Those four did everything together.

He felt it was wrong to fall for his best friend’s brother and someone his family would hate but something inside him also did not care. For once he did not care about something. James was beautiful. James was everything Barty was not.

But at the same time he was still drowning. He had been drowning since that day at the lake. His siblings had not noticed, but Cygnus tried to get him to swim. Regulus slipped and the only person who saved him was Bellatrix. She stayed with him on the bank until everyone was ready to head home. James had not known this.

Regulus had not told him because he knew this suicide mission was coming. James would have stopped him. James deserved something and someone better than him. Whether that was Lily or Remus and Sirius - it just was not him.

Regulus Black.

Baby Black.

Goodbye was coming.

Goodbye was all they were meant to be.

Forever was never for him.

Forever was for his brother.

Forever was for James and someone else.

His brother had everything he never had...

Happiness. An amazing boyfriend. Love. A chosen family. A colorful life. Bravery. Confidence.

FREEDOM

I’m in too deep

Can’t touch the bottom with my feet

Don’t know what you did to me, I can’t breathe but I’m living

I’m in too deep

Can’t touch the bottom with my feet

Don’t know what you did to me, I can’t breathe but I’m living

Bravery.

One thing Regulus Black never had.

Or so he thought.

He was brave enough to date James Potter. An “enemy”. He was brave enough to put himself on the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Did he do it to get closer to James? Probably.

Did he do it to see his brother more? Definitely.

Regulus was brave. He just did not see it within himself. He saw broken pieces that couldn’t be mended. He saw flaws where others saw beauty. He was just as dark as Andromeda pretended she wasn’t. They were ‘Blacks’ , it is what they were.

Dark.

Powerful.

Malicious.

James told him at one point they were being brainwashed. It was after Regulus unknowingly shared stories of what Cygnus had done to his sisters. He quickly left the Gryffindor Common Room after that for fear of sharing any other family secrets.

Regulus was afraid of mirrors. He turned them around in his room which was dark with no colour, save for the dark forest green that had always been his favourite. He was supposedly supposed to be a Gryffindor. He couldn’t see himself in that house. He knew he would be a Slytherin through and through.

Like his family.

He was wrong.

He was a snake with a lion’s heart. He wondered if he would even be on this mission if he had taken the Hat’s suggestion. He wondered if he would still be with James.

Yet here he was. Standing at the entrance of Sirius’ bright room staring at the mess, the evidence that someone once lived there, unlike his own room, which felt cold and unlived. Empty and sad. Like a ghost passing through. Mourning a life of happiness.

Where Sirius had pictures of his friends scattering the walls adorned by Gryffindor banners and posters of girls to annoy his parents despite how gay he was or makeup strewn all over his vanity and floor...

Regulus had books. On his desk, on his bookshelf filled to the brim, on his nightstand, in his closet. It was the only colour he had. Everything had a home. He never misplaced or moved anything and he would be livid at anyone for a week if they moved something just an inch.

Now all that was left in his room was a cold presence.

Regulus ran to Sirius’ bed and buried himself in the mess of blankets. He missed his big brother’s hugs. He almost had forgotten what Sirius smelled like. He wanted his brother. His mother forbade them from seeing each other and he obeyed. He even declined when his Uncle Alphard tried getting them to meet up. It broke his heart but he didn’t want to be disowned like Pandora, Rosier, Andromeda, and Sirius. He didn’t want to be hung like Alastair. Narcissa escaped long ago.

It was just him.

Fighting alone.

Healing alone.

Crying alone.

Alone.

I’m in too deep

Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh

I’m in too deep

Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh

Alone is all he has known. He knew he and James were going to end. As soon as they met it was goodbye. As soon as they met he was still alone even if James had said many times he had been found. He was seen. He was heard. He was no longer alone.

Regulus could not believe it no matter how many times he told himself. Everyone had left him. James would do the same. Except now Regulus felt guilty because he was the one that made James leave. He had begged James to leave instead of accepting the older boys’ help.

He then realized he pushed everyone away. It was safer that way. They would not get hurt when he dies. They got hurt anyway. It made Regulus sick. He should have stayed away.

If not for the suicide mission, then at his own hands. If he could not have James or Sirius then he is better off dead. Since he cannot have love and he cannot have James without doubt, anger, and beatings - he will just die. He could not wait for his mother to pass even if that meant his only path to happiness. As long as she was alive, he was miserable.

Regulus was done fighting for love. His brother was strong enough to fight for his love, but that is all Regulus had known. He fought for his mother’s attention and love. He fought for his life. For his family. He fought to stay. Regulus would not give up like Sirius did.

Sirius left.

Regulus kept going.

He was burning his hands on a rope he was gripping too tight, slipping until his hands were bleeding raw.

It was time to let go.

Treasure chest full of your diamonds

I don’t mind staying down here

Thought by now I would be dyin’

But your love gives me all my air

It scared Regulus to love this much. He had four beautiful years with James. It was time for the memories to be locked up. It was time for everything to end.

I heard your siren’s call, it was beautiful

I am drowning, God, please don’t save me

Regulus needed to see James one last time. Regulus was empty as he climbed the stairs to the apartment where Remus, Sirius, Lily, and James were living. Marlene and Dorcas were two doors down. None of them had heard from Peter in two years.

Regulus knew what Peter was doing. He also knew his mother was behind it all. Which is why he had to leave. Which is why he stayed glued on the mat, hesitating to reach up and knock.

Regulus backed out at the last minute, turning to go back and make his way to his grave.

I’m in too deep

Can’t touch the bottom with my feet

Don’t know what you did to me, I can’t breathe but I’m living

I’m in too deep

Can’t touch the bottom with my feet

Don’t know what you did to me, I can’t breathe but I’m living

“Regie?”

“Go back, James.” Regulus replied, not bothering to look back as he descended the stairs.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Please.”

Regulus stopped on the step he was on. “James.” He sighed. He was exhausted. He was done. He was empty. There was nothing left. He didn’t know what to say when you were trying to break someone’s heart. He didn’t know what to do when you were leaving someone. He had never had to do that before. It was always the other person.

“I can’t.” Regulus shook his head, slowly taking another step down.

“Come home.”

“It never was.”

“It was and you know it.”

“Enough, James.” Regulus choked out. “I love you. It does not change the fact that I am still leaving. Nothing will.”

“Regie.”

“James. I-” He sighed, dropping his head.

“What?”

I’m in too deep

Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh

I’m in too deep

Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh

I’m in too deep

“What?” James pleaded, stepping one foot out the door.

“Goodbye. I love you.”

I heard your sirens call, it was beautiful

Goodbye.

That one word swam in his head as he pulled on the Gryffindor sweater and let his heavy body take him down to the edge of the lake inside the cave.

He was doing what he had to.

He would make it.

His mother would love him.

He never wanted to admit it...

But his mother hated him just as much as she hated Sirius. She was not fit to be a mother and Cygnus was never meant to be a father. Which is why she made the dumb mistake to take in his daughters and kept having kids. She should have been less selfish and given her daughters and Sirius a different life by giving them up instead of having him and Alastair. Regulus loved his own daughter. Which is why he gave her to James. To keep her safe with Cyprus.

It was too late.

Inferi were clawing at him already.

He went through with it.

I’m in too deep

Can’t touch the bottom with my feet

Don’t know what you did to me, I can’t breathe but I’m living

It was too late.

James knew this but he still grabbed his coat and fled. He knew where Regulus was going. He left a note for his family, grabbed a coat, and fled. He needed to save the insufferable git that could not see what was right in front of him.

James could not say goodbye.

He loved that bastard just as much as he loved his brother.

As much as Remus.

As much as Lily.

Maybe just a little bit more.

I’m in too deep

I never thought that you could be

A underwater symphony, I can’t breathe but I’m living

I’m in too deep

Can’t touch the bottom with my feet

Don’t know what you did to me, I can’t breathe but I’m living

Regulus looked up at the sound of echoed footsteps running toward him. He gripped the rocks harder, trying to pull himself free but he kept slipping. His hands were bruised and covered in blood but he kept trying. He would not let them take him. He had to save the locket.

“James! Leave!” He screamed.

“Not without you!” The older boy yelled back.

“I love you, now leave!”

“No! I won’t let you go!”

Regulus groaned.

James dove after Regulus, grabbing his wrists and pulling.

“If you go down, I will go down with you.” James said calmly. “I love you.” He whispered breathlessly as they went under.

Hands clawed at the both of them. James held tight to Regulus as the younger boy struggled. He went through every spell in his mind until he found one that his father had taught him. An old one not many would know anymore.

Regulus went limp in his grip as James repeated the words in his mind.

Further and further they went.

I’m in too deep

Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh

I’m in too deep

Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh

I’m in too deep

James soon found himself on his back in sand. He chuckled before pushing Regulus off him and getting on his hands and knees just before he ended up choking. As he coughed up water, Regulus moaned from next to him.

James side-eyed Regulus. He was bleeding through the Gryffindor sweater, his hair was a sopping, bleeding mess; the only thing that made James feel like he could keep going was the small, subtle indicators that the younger boy was still breathing.

James scrambled onto his feet as Regulus started coughing. He turned the smaller boy onto his side, getting him to expel some water from his body.

James then ripped the locket off Regulus' neck and hoisted his boyfriend onto his shoulders.

James apparated them to The Black Manor in Regulus’ room. He laid him down and put the locket in the Mahogany jewelry chest on the younger boys' bookshelf stuffed to the brim with books.

“I don’t wanna be here.” Regulus mumbled.

James kneeled next to him on the bed, caressing the youngest heir’s hair. “No one is here. As far as we know your parents are dead. While you were hiding out in that abandoned apartment complex, the dementors came searching for the locket because they thought you had it already.”

“Idiots.”

“I will be right back.”

Regulus laid there staring at the ceiling. It felt like a year had passed until James came back with a glass of water. He stuck a straw in it before handing the glass to Regulus.

“How do we destroy it?” James asked, looking at the box.

“We don’t.” Regulus answered as he sat up. James looked at him quizzically. “Lily’s pregnant, right?”

“Uh, yeah? Where are you-”

“Shh. You know I have visions.”

“You cannot possibly predict the future.”

“No, but I can say that yours and Lily’s kid will be the one to destroy it. We can try and destroy the others. Bellatrix and Tom should not have finished all of them or gotten too far.”

(As I was writing this - Listen To Your Heart; Roxette - started playing. Let me tell you I cried.)

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python333 · 9 months

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task force 141 reacting to [reader] telling them corny jokes during a mission — python333

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synopsis just as the title says, tf141 reacts to you telling them some corny dad jokes during a mission!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & gn!reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], bad jokes.

note ME AND MY 23 FOLLOWERS ARE STRAIGHT CHILLING RN. i love all of u. anyway gaz is in this one!! yippee!! i thought about ghost and his jokes in that one part of one of the cod games idk ive never played them i watch other people play it but you guys know what im talking about. i also just figured out that i should probably specify gender neutral reader for my fics?? so i'll start doing that! ANYWAY enjoy!! this is all fluff and has some classic tired parent & hyper toddler energy in the first part :}

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ insert exasperated sigh here.

➥ he will let you keep telling him jokes, however he will only respond to them with a simple, tired, “Uh huh. Good one. Very funny. Nice one.”

➥ tired dad energy.

➥ the first one you told was okay. he laughed at that one. the tenth one? please, god, just stop talking and put him out of his misery.

➥ he wonders how you know so many jokes, and then wonders if you got them all from ghost.

➥ if you did get them from ghost, trust that he will be telling the man himself all about how you constantly told him bad jokes over comms.

➥ if you just happen to know all of these, he won’t be surprised.

➥ he’ll put up with all of the jokes, for your sake, of course.

➥ the first time this happens, you’re both on a pretty insignificant mission compared to other ones you’ve done.

➥ you’re both talking over comms, just making sure you’re both okay.

➥ that’s when you started your attack.

—

“Captain?” You’d asked, listening as Price hummed in acknowledgment of you talking, “Wanna hear a joke?”

You could practically hear his hesitation, before he responded with a tentative, almost scared, “... Sure, [c/n].”

A delighted grin split across your face as you asked him, “How does dry skin affect you at work?”

He thought for a moment before asking, “How?”

“You don’t have any elbow grease to put into it.” You heard Price give a small chuckle, and decided to ask, “Wanna hear another one?”

Price’s second mistake of the evening, “Sure.”

“Where do boats go when they’re sick?” You asked, still keeping a lookout on your surroundings on your end while focusing on telling your Captain shitty jokes.

“Where?” Price asked.

“To the boat doc.” It took Price a moment, before he huffed out a small laugh and muttered just loud enough for you to hear, “Jesus, that’s terrible.”

Without warning, you tell him another one. He asks why, when, how, or what, whichever was appropriate for the joke you told, and slowly but surely his questioning tone became tired and exasperated. You don’t know why, but somehow his miserable tone made you even more motivated to tell him corny jokes.

“Do you just… memorize all of these?” Price asked in the middle of you telling a new joke, sounding almost astonished.

“Yes I do. Just for these missions, I do,” You answered confidently, smiling when Price sighed. You continued on with your joke, and even though Price didn’t respond verbally, you still told the punch line. You had repeated this for at least ten minutes, all of those minutes appallingly slow to Price, the poor man having to endure your bullshit for such a short yet such a long time. At the tenth minute, the only thing that stopped you from continuing was Gaz’s voice coming on over comms and interrupting you, telling everyone else on the mission that they could head back to the rendezvous point. Price, relieved at the interruption, gave a thankful sigh and you could hear him getting up from his spot before he muted himself.

You sighed as well, yours a direct opposite of Prices, full of disappointment, but you let it go. Besides, you’ll always have more opportunities to terrorize Price with your jokes on the ride back to base!

—

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ he has the same reaction he had with ghost telling him corny jokes.

➥ he’ll call your jokes terrible, but will still laugh at them somehow.

➥ will 100% put up with your jokes, will laugh every time, even if his laughter slowly becomes more and more strained, he’ll laugh.

➥ tells you some jokes back, but after your 4th joke, he gives up and accepts his fate.

➥ he will suffer for your entertainment, guaranteed.

➥ he will be sure to remind you of how terrible your jokes are though!!

➥ he’s honestly impressed by how many jokes you’ve memorized.

➥ he’ll happily support you doing this to other people, no matter how much it damages his soul when you do it to him.

➥ the first time you do it to him, he starts getting deja vu from when ghost did it to him.

➥ “Oh, God, no’ ye too,” he’d groan playfully the moment you start telling him jokes, getting flashbacks.

➥ enjoys your jokes, even if he would do anything for you to shut up, he still enjoys them.

—

You and Soap were camping out in the same spot—atop a roof of a tall building that was just tall enough to give you a view of practically every other building in the area as well as the ground. It was cold up there, the air so cold that every time you’d exhaled, your breath turned to white condensation before fading into the clear sky.

It was fair to say that you and Soap were fairly bothered by the cold, so you really had no other option, you just had to start telling your jokes. How else could you warm the both of you up? Sure, it wouldn’t do anything physically, but mentally? It was sure to practically melt Soap’s brain.

“Soap?” Soap hummed and looked over at you, “Wanna hear a joke?”

Soap smiled, and decided to humor you, “Sure. Joke ‘way.”

“Why couldn’t the bike stand up by itself?” You asked, turning fully towards Soap. He didn’t bother to think before asking, “Why?”

“Because it was two-tired.” It took him a moment, but eventually he huffed out a small laugh and nodded.

“No’ bad,” He’d hummed, “Want me to say one?”

“Go ahead.”

“How did vikings communicate with one another?” Soap asked, turning fully towards you in turn.

“How?”

“By Norse code,” Soap had said with a grin on his face, clearly proud of the joke. You laughed quietly at it.

Without asking, you tell another joke. “Why did the bed wear a disguise?”

“Why?”

“It was undercover.”

Soap chuckled and turned back down to the ground, assuming you were done. But, oh boy, did he assume wrong. You told another one. He asked for the punchline. You delivered. You told another. He asked again. You delivered, again. Can you recall just how many jokes you told that fateful night? No. Does that make the memory any less funny to look back on? No.

Soap’s expression slowly turned to one of misery, his laughter becoming strained and slowly coming to a stop, the light in his eyes fading away as God himself seemed to appear behind you and reassure him that it would all be over soon. God, how he wished that were true.

Soon enough, you were both told over comms that you were able to safely make it back to the rendezvous point, and Soap couldn’t be happier.

He let you tell him more jokes during the walk over there, of course, and made sure to tell you how awful they were, but still endured them for your sake.

—

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ it’s like he’s been preparing for this moment his whole life.

➥ he’ll put up with your jokes and will tell you a joke back every single time.

➥ at some point you guys will probably use a joke on each other that the other one told you.

➥ he actively enjoys the joke-telling.

➥ he probably tells the first joke and that’s what triggers you to tell him your own.

➥ he’s annoyed soap, gaz, price, and a few others with his jokes, yet you’re the first one to go back and forth with him.

➥ every time you tell him one he’ll make a mental note of it and remember it for annoying people on future missions.

➥ probably thinks some of the jokes are genuinely funny but still knows that it annoys people.

➥ if you tell him a corny joke related to ghosts, he’ll probably laugh more.

➥ i am aware that that is pretty corny in itself but look at the title man what did you expect.

➥ he’ll probably tell some jokes about your [c/n] to you back.

➥ he’ll know when you’re reusing a joke and calls you out on it.

➥ “Does this require more creativity than you expected, [c/n]?”

➥ [in a perfect imitation of matpat’s voice] i find his jokes delightful! [in regular voice, now whispering as if scared i’m going to get caught by ghost saying this] i’m lying. he’s my fictional father figure so i am very much obligated to enjoy his jokes.

—

”[c/n], how copy?” You heard Ghost’s voice crackle through over comms, and pushed the PTT button on your small ear piece to respond.

“Copy, doing just fine,” You responded, “Little bored, if I’m gonna be honest.”

“Oh really?” Ghost breathed out, sounding amused. You could hear some gunfire on his end, and the wind his his earpiece making the annoying whoosh noise you hated. Just a few moments later, Ghost spoke up again, “Y’wanna hear a joke to ease your boredom?”

“Sure,” You’d hummed, looking around to make sure you were still safe to just stay where you were and chat for a moment.

“What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back?” Ghost asked, his voice dry and sarcastic. You thought for a moment before shrugging—even though he couldn’t see you—and asking, “What?”

“A stick.” Ghost delivered. The stupid joke made you huff out a small laugh and mutter under your breath something about how good it was, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could practically hear Ghost’s self-satisfied smile.

“Another?” Ghost offered.

“How about I tell one?”

“Alright. Go ‘head.”

“How do ghosts stay in shape?” You asked, listening to Ghost’s amused huff on the other end of the line, like he knew where you were going with the joke but decided not to say the punch line for you.

“How?”

“They exorcize,” You responded, grinning, proud of yourself for thinking of that one.

“That’s not bad,” Ghost hummed, “Not bad at all.”

Ghost stayed quiet for another moment before asking, “Where do fish keep their money?”

“Where?”

“In a river bank,” Ghost said, his smile almost audible in his words.

“Nice one, L.t,” You breathed out, laughing quietly.

“We could do this all night,” Ghost mused, oddly happy at the sound of your quiet laughter, a little rustling audible on his end.

“Is that a challenge?” You asked in response to his musings, to which Ghost responds with a simple, affirmative hum. You think for a moment, before asking, “Why can’t a leopard hide?”

“Why?”

“Because he’s always spotted.”

Ghost hummed, mentally writing that one down before asking, “Why did the scarecrow get an award?”

“Why?”

“Because he was outstanding in his field,” Ghost delivered. With each joke you cringed more, and yet you kept responding with the same bullshit. The two of you went back and forth with the shitty jokes, eliciting responses from each other like, “That’s a good one,” or, “God, that’s awful.” It really had no in between, it was one or the other.

Eventually, and just in time because you were beginning to run out of jokes, Price’s voice crackled through over comms, letting you both know that everything was now under control and gave you both the coordinates for the rendezvous point. Before you get up from your spot, you can hear Ghost asking Price, “Wanna hear a joke?”, and Price’s quick response of, “I’m good”, the quick interaction making you laugh quietly.

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” You muttered, voice full of amusement.

“Damn right he doesn’t,” Ghost huffed out, chuckling quietly when Price groaned and muted himself.

—

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ he just gives up and accepts his fate.

➥ i’m actually in full belief that he’ll just let you tell jokes and won’t even respond.

➥ if y’all are in the same spot, he’ll just stare at you in astonished silence, wondering how you know all of this and also wondering if he’ll make it out of this alive.

➥ i think he’s lovely, i also think that he would just let you do whatever.

➥ it’s like an older brother participating in his younger sibling’s tea party with their stuffed animals and bright pink plastic tea cups and fake tea.

➥ he considers taking out his earpiece but then realizes that that’s a bad idea so he just suffers through it.

➥ surprisingly, it’s easy to focus on his tasks even with your voice in the background.

➥ he’s only heard of ghost’s shitty jokes, and thinks that this might be worse, somehow.

➥ i mean, it’s not like he can’t ignore it, but he feels kind of bad that he does.

➥ he hums every now and then to remind you that he’s listening but he’s too caught up in pretending to listen to actually listen.

➥ when the mission’s over and you eventually stop telling your jokes he realizes how quiet it is without your voice in the background laughing at your own jokes.

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“Why do bees have sticky hair?” You asked, this being about your twentieth joke of that evening. Gaz hummed in response, tone questioning, and you delivered the punch line, “Because they use a honeycomb.”

Gaz didn’t pay much attention to any of your punchlines, really just letting you get all of this out of your system, figuring that if you didn’t do it now it’d happen to some poor soul later. He accepted his fate early on, the moment you told your third dad joke, he knew it wouldn’t end. Call it a sixth sense of his, knowing when you’d be persistent in your quest to annoy every member of the 141, but he just knew.

“Where do surfers learn to surf?” You asked, giggling quietly at your own joke, despite the punchline being stupid. Gaz didn’t even respond, yet you still delivered, “At boarding school.”

Gaz considers taking his earpiece out for a moment, then thinks again and decides it’s probably better not to, knowing Price’s voice could crackle through into the earpiece and let you both know to head to the rendezvous point. Sighing quietly, he continued to look around him, scanning the area as he walked around, making sure no enemies were left alive. Your voice still hummed in the background, the sound becoming more normal to him and less distracting.

“Why did the tourists feel disappointed after seeing the Liberty Bell?” No response from Gaz. “Because it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.”

“What do rabbits need after getting caught in the rain?” A small, questioning hum. “A hare dryer.”

You continued to tell your jokes, and in the middle of one, Gaz interrupted.

“Y’know,” He started, “If you didn’t already have a call sign, we’d be calling you Jester.”

“I’d love to go by Jester,” You laughed quietly, lightly, “I feel like it’d be more fitting.”

“Probably, yeah,” Gaz chuckled quietly, about to say something else before Price’s voice came through over comms and let you both know to head over to the rendezvous point. After you stop telling your jokes and mute yourself, Gaz can’t help but notice how quiet it becomes.

He got a bit too used to your voice, it seems. He muted himself and sighed, pulling up the coordinates to the rendezvous point and heading over there.

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Chapter 26

Schedule another appointment... (I guess)

The road so far

Previous Chapter : Off the Grid

Thanks @smokeywhalee for the second variation ❤️

What's Behind Door Number Two

Francine "France" Winters

MacTavish Residence, Glasgow, Scotland

Francine never knew this about John MacTavish. He was sure full of surprises behind that arrogant smirk of his. No wonder he oozes confidence. He was a man raised to be proud of himself.

While Gary was all talking about which rooms were occupied, Francine diverted her focus elsewhere. He didn't understand any word he said, instead she looked intently at all the pictures on the wall, the furniture on each hallway and the design of the house. This was the house that raised one John MacTavish. It was beautiful, each photo on the wall described how happy his family was. Each of his achievements were plastered on a grand hall along with trophies, certificates and plaques of his parents. Francine's curiosity toward the man that he wanted to learn more about, was all answered in this house. How much more intel would she get if she gets a glance of his room?

She shook off the ideas scrambling on her mind once she imagined what's inside John's room and how she could get access to it. It was far too early for those thoughts.

"See something ya like?" A mental image of John sprawled across the bed wearing just his boxers assaulted her mind. She felt her cheeks fluster as the mental image continued to play inside her mind.

Maxine nudged her and she completely shook off the memory and immediately nodded, not knowing what she agreed to do. Then it dawned on her. They'll be sharing the same room.

Gary exchanged a few words with Samantha where it involved a little sophisticated exchange. Maxine laughed at it while she proceeded to their room. France whispered that she'll be using the bathroom and quietly excused herself.

Price and Jack, together with Nikolai were gathered around the huge tv in the living room. They were intently watching news clips regarding the culmination of Nero's New York Assault.

"Excuse me, Captain? Where's the bathroom?" She asked, Price didn't turn but pointed toward a hallway. She immediately said her thanks and proceeded to the direction of Price's finger.

There were a lot of doors and France opened them one by one. One consisted of the study, an equally spacious place filled with books. Another one led to a downstairs gym. She was getting tired of opening the wrong doors and she decided to climb up the stairs and check on another door.

She hesitated opening it as it looked far too fancy to just be a bathroom door, but judging from the overall appeal of the house, anything was possible.

She turned the knob and pushed the door wide open revealing a huge navy blue walled room. Posters, flags and paraphernalia of football clubs were hung around the walls along with some notable paintings of scenic landscapes, all coloured and appealing to the eyes.

Her eyes slowly trailed down and turned to the door as it swung open, a very naked John MacTavish emerged from the bathroom door. It was all too late, he didn't even notice it but as soon as she squealed in surprise, John automatically turned and ran to the bed, quickly wrapping himself with his black bathrobe.

"What are you doing here?!" Was all he could ask. France could see him from the hole she made in between her fingers while her hand covered her face.

"I'm sorry, John. I was uh… looking for the bathroom..." she muttered, slowly closing the door, leaving her head peeking.

"The room to the far end of the left hallway." he muttered. He didn't sound mad, but she could sense shock in his voice. Who wouldn't be?

"I'm sorry." She slowly closed the door and paced to the bathroom, trying to forget anything that happened after opening that door.

With Ghost around, Francine sat beside Maxine, who now knows about the situation. She told Roach that she needed to bond with her sister and the considerate guy agreed to temporarily switch places.

Dinner was very awkward for Francine. After that event earlier, she couldn't look at John in the eye and if by chance she accidentally did, the mental image which was now no longer a figment of her imagination, kept reappearing. She couldn't help it, she was already admiring the man.

"I'd like to propose a toast." Price stood up and raised his glass of water. Everyone else seemed okay with the motion and followed.

"But before that I'd like to thank Soap for letting us stay in this wonderful home. Please extend our appreciation to your family."

France's eyes trailed carefully toward John as he nodded and replied, averting her gaze as soon as his eyes moved.

"Will do, Captain. And please, don't be shy and feel at home." he said, his voice mixed with the accent made France's heart skip a little as she loved that about him.

"Now for my toast… 'To apprehending Shepherd and putting a stop to Nero!'" he roared.

Everyone cheered and raised their glasses, clinking it with the person beside them and drinking it afterward. France knew the procedure but as soon as her lips met the glass, her eyes accidentally met with John's, the blue piercing gaze behind the eye scar made her freeze, she immediately closed her eyes after downing her glass of water and breathed heavily.

He saw it. She knew he saw it. Why was she like this with him? Aside from the fact that she really likes him, why be awkward? She looked down and panted her lips still wet from the excess water she drank.

"You okay, France?" Maxine asked.

"Yeah. I just choked on my water. I'll just go to the bathroom." She said, excising herself and making her way to the bathroom. This time, she was sure it's the right door.

As soon as dinner was over, France distracted herself from thinking about John, so she decided to help out Roach and Maxine make their shopping list for tomorrow.

Roach yawned and stretched his arms, landing his other hand on Maxine's shoulder. France noticed this and immediately darted out an eye to Gary as he shyly withdrew his hand and instead tapped it on the wooden table.

"So what else should we get?" Maxine tapped her pen along with Gary's tune.

"Sugar." Gary said, watching Maxine write it down legibly.

"Hmmm." Francine hummed, she imagined herself inside a grocery store and put herself in the situation. What should she buy for ten people?

"You know that huge sausage thing from Germany? I wanted to know what they taste like." Gary asked, picturing the item with his hands. France's mind went somewhere else and she didn't want that to happen.

"You mean bratwurst?" Maxine answered, smiling as Gary looked very satisfied that he found the word he was looking for.

"Yeaaah! That one!" he cheered as Francine silently excused herself hiding the blush of embarrassment burning in her cheeks.

She paced to the hallway on her way to their bed, just as she thought she could finally relax, John was already on the other end of the hallway and was walking toward her direction.

She tried to avoid him but it was far too late, she had no choice but to face him seriously. He was wearing a red checkered sleepwear matching his pajamas and it looked like he outgrew his old clothes too, making the fabric cling desperately to his muscles.

"I've been meaning to talk to you since dinner." he exhaled, France looked elsewhere as to not recall anything.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong because…" he trailed and she felt guilty. John didn't deserve any of this from her and she wanted to clear things with him anyway.

"No… it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong… I just felt awkward after what happened earlier."

"It was an accident, France. Shrug it off as a bad memory that your mind wouldn't want to recall. It's unfair for me, you know. The last time we got together I was happily hugging you while we slept and now you're doing everything you can to avoid me." he explained. He was true except she couldn't consider it as a bad memory.

"Besides, I couldn't think of any other reason you're avoiding me other than you can't stop thinking about it, eh?" he wiggled his eyebrows. There he was again with the ego. France blushed red and almost wanted to cry, until she felt John's warm embrace and it immediately cleared her mind.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it that way. When I cracked the joke, you weren't the usual snob that I grew to like." he whispered and she then knew that he already knew her too well.

"It's okay." she croaked as she saw Ghost exit his room their eyes met and she could see the sadness in Simon's eyes. So much for giving him space, it looked like she already broke his heart. She needed to talk to him, to explain that she tried her best.

"You need to buy new sleepwear." Francine muttered and she felt John's body shake as he chuckled, not wanting to leave from the embrace.

"Yeah, will you be there to help me pick one?" he asked, rubbing his rough arms on her back. She closed her eyes wishing this moment would never end. Her hand shyly wrapped around his waist as she pulled him over, almost inviting him for a kiss.

There was still hesitation in her eyes as John looked down on her and their eyes met. His gaze set her mind at ease, and by ease she meant completely blank, her thoughts were hazy and all she could think about was to close her eyes and pucker her lips. And that was what she did.

This kiss was far too different from the one they shared back in the Gulag. Back there she felt relieved, happy and excited. In this one, she felt desire, longing and excitement. The initial impact was slow and intimate and she expected it to continue that way until they broke their kiss but as soon as she opened her mouth and let John's tongue in, the both of them tilted their heads as their hands roamed eagerly around each other, John wrapped his arms from below her waist up to her nape and pulled her close, never breaking the kiss while France also pulled him in as her hand slid from his back to his shoulders, gently trailing her soft touch through his biceps. They were so close to each other that they were swaying as their heads tilted attempting to try kissing on every angle possible. Maxine moaned in between the sounds of their lips clashing and she could already feel the excitement forming on John's body causing her to slowly end the kiss.

As soon as he felt that she was trying to break the kiss, John rested his forehead against hers as they stared longingly on each other, their hands slowly drifted apart as their bodies slowly stepped back from each other.

"Good Night, John." She said nervously, worried about what he might feel toward her actions.

"Good Night, Francine." He replied there was a question on the tone of his voice but France was glad that he was not pushy this time.

She stepped back, and turned to the direction of her room smiling awkwardly as his stare was locked on hers.

"I'll be patient for you… because I know you're worth the wait." he said, a blush forming on her cheek as soon as she realized he really did hear her whisper the last night they slept beside each other.

Without looking back, she walked faster than ever and closed the door, jumping to her pillow and fighting the extreme feeling of embarrassment.

France barely slept. It was like one Scottish man kept her up all night as he continued to stay on her thoughts. She was going crazy over him and she can only think of one way to cure her. Distraction.

She got up around five in the morning, her eyes were sore from the lack of sleep, but she washed it off with an early morning hot shower. If only she knew each room had bathrooms. If only she listened to Roach.

She distracted herself by going to the pantry and started sorting out things for their list, it was a lengthy one and they needed to clear out room for more. Her plan went well until thirty minutes later, a very sweaty John MacTavish, entered the kitchen door.

She immediately turned back to the pantry as soon as the view of him dripping in sweat, wearing a perfectly fit black tank top and sweatpants appeared from the corner of her eye. There he was again, innocently looking insanely attractive. And there she was again, falling for it.

"Looks like you're up too early." His voice was loud enough she couldn't ignore it. She took a deep breath and turned to him. It was the bluetooth earphones.

"Yeah. Figured an early head start would help." She replied. What kind of sentence was that? She didn't know, but she was grateful enough that he was only invested for small talk as he grinned and made his way to his room making France sigh in relief.

Later that morning while they were arranging the supplies, they stumbled upon Alex and Samantha, making out like teenagers by the gazebo. It was supposed to distract her from the Scotsman who was talking to someone over the phone but she couldn't help but remember the kiss they shared last night, making her secretly glance toward John, and then back to the two. Her heart raced as she felt nervous toward herself. She was supposed to be extra careful investing feelings towards someone else in the middle of the fight, but now that she knew John was willing to be patient for her, she was now the one eager for him.

In the afternoon, France wanted to talk to Ghost personally. She wanted to clear out things about what he saw and what occurred in Brazil. Back then, she was confused about what she felt, but now it was clear as day. Roach told her that he never left his room all day and it made her feel guilty. But then again, he never made a move toward her so, technically she didn't have to feel that way. But the idea of clearing things off with him as he began to fall for John was what's best.

She stood by the door, bracing herself before attempting to knock, but as soon as her knuckles were about to touch the wooden door, he heard John's loud announcement from the living room.

Ghost already left. It looked like he didn't need any more explanation from her.

I tried my bestest to describe that part but there's a video to slightly enlighten y'all with what's going on. It's way off than what I wanted it to be when I put it in writing.

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I Promise - V

A/N: WOW OK HI THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG TO FINISH! i’m gonna be honest, i really fucking hate this series because of the stress it has caused me and that’s one of the reasons why this is the last part. I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO GIVE MY AMAZING FRIEND WILLA ( @bopbopstyles ) A HUGE THANK YOU FOR GHOST WRITING SOME OF THE SCENES I WAS ESPECIALLY FRUSTRATED ON!!! this truly would not be what it is without willa and i’m so thankful :,)

word count: 6.6k+

warnings: violence & smut

The finale

The gentle chirping of birds and soft dusting of morning sunlight were the first two things that my brain could register the next morning. Then reality set in and the seemingly blissful morning shattered into the realization that I wasn’t in my own bed.

The images from the night before flashed across my mind and I quickly sat up, a thin layer of sweat sheened across the expanse of my skin.

“Alex,” I murmured, turning to his sleeping figure lying on the bed beside me.

He didn’t move. “Alex, wake up!” I said with a much louder tone than before, reaching over and nudging his shoulder. He grunted and squirmed at my touch, rolling onto his back and squinting up at me.

“Well, good morning.” He mumbled with a small smile, pushing himself up onto one elbow and wrapping his other arm around my bare waist to tug me against him.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, pushing off of the bed and frantically searching the floor for my clothes. “Alex, it’s morning! I can’t be here!” I exclaimed, yanking my crumpled dress from the floor and scrambling to pull it over my body.

He watched me with an amused smile as he scratched his bare chest and yawned. “It’s still early, you can just tell them you went on a walk.”

I scoffed and shook my head at him, finding my knickers and quickly sliding them up my legs underneath my dress. He sat up completely, throwing his legs over the side of the mattress, bare feet landing on the hardwood floor. I groaned and frenetically pulled my shoes on, turning to look at him as he made his way towards me.

“Come by later, yeah?” He asked, not at all phased by my frantic inclination and reaching forward to easily wind one strong arm around my waist, pulling my body flush against his. My legs nearly turned to mush at the sound of his deep voice and I huffed out a frustrated breath.

“I have plans with James this afternoon,” I murmured, avoiding his eye contact.

“Are you going to tell him?”

I cringed at his insinuation and pried myself from his grasp, turning away from him. “I-I don’t know…”

“What do you mean?” He snapped, “You can’t just go back to him, not after everything that happened last night!”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” I spun back around to face him, “I can’t just show up at his house and break the news casually! He has been nothing but kind and loving towards me and I can’t hurt him like that.”

“So you’re just going to forget about the things you said to me last night?” He questioned, his voice lowering to a slightly more hushed tone as he stepped closer to me.

I shook my head with a frustrated sigh, murmuring, “I have to go.” before stumbling back to the door.

I felt tears stinging at my eyes as I reached for the doorknob and then his arms were around me, gently pulling me back against his warm chest.

“Don’t go back to him. Please…” He whispered, tightening his strong arms around my waist as he buried his face into my neck.

A tear fell down my cheek and I sniffled, “I don’t know what else to do, Alex.”

He gently turned my body in his arms, caressing my face between both of his hands and carefully wiping the moisture from my cheeks. “You’ve got to tell him,” He whispered softly, “You owe him the truth.”

Alex was right. I did owe him the truth. I couldn’t just let him believe that I loved him when it wasn’t true, that wasn’t the type of person I was. I had chosen to marry him for all the wrong reasons, and it needed to come to an end.

I sighed and ran my hands over my face dispiritedly. “You’re right,”

Alex dropped his hands to his sides as I did so and gave me a small, knowing smile.

“I know you well enough to know that you care about the people in your life. And I know you don’t ever want to hurt anyone--especially not James, but you’re only making things worse in the long run by not being completely honest with him.”

I nodded in defeat, “I’m sorry. I-you’re right, you’re right.”

“I know I am.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against my own for a moment before his lips gradually travelled down my jaw and neck.

I still hadn’t fully gotten used to the way his lips felt against my skin and an unsolicited whimper decamped from my pink lips. The vibration of his own growl thrummed against the column of my throat and I weakly pushed against his chest, refusing to fall back into his enticing ways.

“I really have to go, Alex.” I breathed weakly and he finally released his hold on me, pouting his lip pitifully. I murmured a small goodbye, gently squeezing his hand before I pivoted on my heel and stepped into the hallway.

The walk back to my house felt eons longer than the night before. The only thing I could think about was how I was going to tell James. I didn’t want to hurt him, he didn’t deserve that type of pain, but keeping it from him wouldn’t be any better.

I finally set foot onto my front porch, breathing out a long sigh of relief as I reached for the doorknob, quickly scurrying inside and successfully avoiding any sort of collision with my mother or father.

The nearly scalding water cascaded down my naked body as I stood in the shower. I wrapped the small towel that hung over the faucet around a bar of soap, scrubbing my skin with it slowly as the previous night replayed in my mind over and over again. I watched the cloth rub against my skin to create thick suds and my fingers began to trace back the metaphorical steps that Alex’s hands had taken that night, gently caressing the dull ache between the apex of my thighs.

I had never imagined my first time to be that way. I had always imagined it to be with Alex, that didn’t change, but it didn’t feel anything like my imagination could levy. Somehow, it felt better.

My sexual experience was extremely lacking, like most girls my age. Though I had moments where my fingers would wander south beneath the warm blankets of my bed in the dark hours of the night, my thoughts filled with images of Alex, my own techniques couldn’t compare to the way Alex made me feel that evening. He had this undeniable confidence in every movement he made like he had practiced them to perfection.

As I stepped out of the shower, winding a towel around my torso, I began to worry about the outcome of telling James the truth. He was a kind man, from what I had seen, but there was no telling what his reaction would be to something like that.

James and I had plans in the coming hour and I was beyond nervous, especially because he hadn’t told me where we were going or what we were going to do. I felt physically ill just thinking about what I would say to him.

I pulled myself together, primping myself to near perfection as I rehearsed what I might say to him. I had to go about the matter delicately, of course. He had only just proposed and was under the full impression that I wanted to marry him, so I would have to tell him gently.

After an hour of fixing my hair and applying some minimal makeup, I slipped myself into a nice, but comfortable, dress.

I nervously paced in the kitchen as I awaited James’ arrival. My heart was pounding in my chest, hands twisting into the skirt of my dress tightly. I rehearsed the words I planned to say to him again and again in my head, my lips moving of their own accord.

“Y’alright there, darling?”

I spun around quickly at the sound of James’ voice, my heart nearly leaping from my chest, my hand pressing against it quickly as if to prevent that from happening. “James,” I breathed, “You startled me.”

He chortled in response, stepping towards me and reaching out his hand to grasp mine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He hummed through a chuckle, tugging me forward and sliding his other arm around my waist.

He gazed down at me, frowning at my expression. “What’s got you all worked up, my love?”

“It’s nothing, really, I’m alright.” I lied, shaking my head and forcing a smile.

It seemed to have convinced him because he just smiled back and said, “Well, are you ready to go?”

I nodded silently and he lazily looped his arm around my waist before leading me out to his car. “Where are you taking me?” I asked as he opened the car door for me and held my hand to help me slide into the passenger seat.

“It’s a surprise,” He hummed, wiggling his eyebrows at me with a mischievous smirk before he jogged around the car to the other side and slipped into the driver seat.

It was a beautiful day. Fluffy, white clouds painted the baby blue sky, the sun beaming down on the earth with a soft warmth. If I wasn’t so nervous, I would’ve enjoyed the beautiful weather, but the anxiety bubbling in the pit of my stomach prevented me from feeling any sort of comfort from its beauty as I sat in the passenger seat of James’ car.

He reached over with his left hand and slipped his fingers between my own, tugging my hand between the two of us as he drove. He turned onto a familiar gravel road, encased with trees and I sucked in a breath, my heart skipping a beat and my face nearly turning white. He noticed my sudden breath and turned his head with a frown, “What’s wrong?”

I cleared my throat and shook my head, smoothing my free hand over my skirt. “Nothing… I- It’s nothing.”

He stayed quiet in response, glancing back at me every few moments to study my expression, but he didn’t push it.

After a few agonizing minutes of driving down the gravel path, we came upon a very familiar clearing. Images of Alex and I playfully frolicking on the green grass, rolling around on the old picnic blanket, giggling and squealing appeared in my mind. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and I quickly turned away from James and dabbed at the corners of my eyes to collect the moisture from my skin. Just seeing our special spot reminded me of how much I loved Alex.

James pulled into a shaded area right through the entrance of the clearing and parked the car. “What do you think?” He asked, letting go of my hand to turn the car off and angle his body towards me.

I faked a small smile, “I love it.”

He smiled back, evidently content with himself as he reached over and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. He quickly stepped out of the car and walked around the back to open my door for me, assisting me in sliding out of the passenger side. I thanked him quietly and gazed out over the field silently as James gathered a blanket and basket of food from the trunk of the car.

We set everything up under the shade of a tree, stretching our legs out on the soft blanket just like when Alex would take me there, but this time I didn’t want to be there. It was the last place I wanted to be and he was the last person I wanted to be with.

“I brought us some fresh fruit and champagne,” He hummed, pulling a large bowl out of the basket; a bottle of expensive champagne; and two glass flutes, carefully placing them onto the blanket.

He poured the two of us champagne soon after removing the cork from the bottle and gingerly placed the flute into my hand with a content smile.

“Everything looks delicious. Thank you, darling.” I replied quietly, taking the small flute of champagne he had poured for me from his hand.

“I wanted to celebrate our engagement, you know?” He smiled, bringing the glass up to his lips and gazing into my eyes.

I took a sip from my own to avoid his eye contact, nearly gulping down the entire thing in one swig. I could feel my hands start to get clammy and slippery, so I placed the glass back onto the blanket and quickly wiped my palms against my skirt, nodding. “Y-yeah… it’s really nice.”

He carefully looped his arm around my waist and tugged me closer to him, being careful not to spill the champagne as he dragged me across the blanket. He situated me so that I sat beside him facing the opposite direction, our thighs pressed together. He leaned over me slightly, one hand resting against the blanket on the other side of my legs and the other coming to rest on my cheek. He leaned in and captured my lips between his own, immediately tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. I reluctantly kissed him back, but my hands remained in my lap, fingers gripping the fabric of my skirt nervously.

James’ kisses were much different than Alex’s. Alex was gentle and passionate and made my knees weak with his technique, but James didn’t ease into it at all, he moved too quickly like he was in a rush to devour my face. It may have been appealing to other women, but it wasn’t to me.

Eventually, his hands began to wander from their initial positions, sliding down to my waist and the inside of my thigh and inching further beneath the skirt of my dress. I squirmed uncomfortably and pulled away from him, our lips separating before I reached down and pushed his hand away.

“W-what are you doing?” I breathed, pushing myself backwards away from him and frowning at him.

He leaned forward and brushed his hand against mine, “I thought we could maybe do something more than just snog,” He leaned in and tried to press his lips against mine once again, but I turned away before he could, his lips landing on my cheek.

I shook my head and quickly shoved him away before I scrambled to my feet. “James, I-”

“We’re engaged now, Y/N!” He huffed, pushing himself up onto his feet and stepping towards me angrily. “Everyone our age does it!”

“I don’t want that!” I continued to shake my head, glancing back up at him. “I-I don’t even know if I want this!”

His facial expression changed from irritated to confused as soon as I finished speaking and his tone dropped to a whisper, “What?”

“I can’t do this anymore, James. I can’t marry you.”

“What- I don’t understand. Why?”

“I’m in love with someone else,” I huffed, stepping back once more as a gust of wind blew through the air and thunder rumbled in the distance. I had been so caught up in everything that I hadn’t noticed the cumulonimbus quickly advancing toward us in the sky. The sun was almost completely shielded by the dark clouds thunder continuing to roar louder and louder.

“What, so you just used me this entire time? Led me to think that you actually loved me?” He garbled, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. A clap of thunder pierced through the air, causing me to flinch at its sudden loudness. A few scattered droplets of rain turned into profuse pelting as we stood and I could feel the thin fabric of my dress start to cling to my skin from the moisture.

“James- I’m sorry, I can’t.” I whispered, shaking my head and stumbling backwards slightly before turning away. A sob shook through my entire body as I began to walk towards the gravel path that we entered through, James screaming at me in the distance, but I couldn’t bear to look back at him. I would rather walk all the way back home in the rain than have to say anything more to him. So that was exactly what I did.

I trudged down the miry road, my tears combining with the droplets of rain pelting my face. The makeup I had applied earlier in the day was long gone, the only evidence of it being faded black streaks melted into my skin.

I stretched my cardigan over my shoulders, holding my arms to my chest in an attempt to warm myself as much as possible. The soaked through fabric wasn’t much of a help, though, my teeth continuing to chatter uncontrollably in the dropping temperature. Sobs continued to wrack my body and as much as I wanted to be overjoyed at the ridding of James, I wasn't.

Why was leaving James behind so hard? Alex was the person I thought about night and day, James just a passing thought every once and a while. And yet leaving him behind hurt more than I could’ve expected. But maybe it was because the pressure of his hand on my skin burned in a way Alex’s never did, or because of the tone of his voice when he yelled at me that we were engaged when in my heart it was Alex who should have owned the ring on my finger.

I looked down at the band on my ring finger and it felt so wrong. My feet stopped walking and I pulled at the metal, the ring digging into my skin and having trouble getting off.

“Get..off,” I said, pulling at the metal, tears dripping down my cheeks, struggling to free myself of him in the last way he still held onto me.

Finally, it popped off my finger and I held the small, metal ring in my hand, the thing I’d always dreamed of having. But James wasn’t the person it was supposed to be with.

A part of me wanted to throw it into the street, let the rain wash it down the drains and the aquifer absorb it. But it belonged to James. Maybe he would want it back? That was probably the right thing to do.

It’s not like I’d ever gone back on a proposal before. What was the decorum?

Before I could even answer my own question a sudden, loud honking of a car horn startled me from behind and I quickly spun around, squinting into the bright headlights.

“Y/N?” Alex’s voice called as his tall figure stepped out of the vehicle pulled over on the side of the road. A relieved sob left my chest and I stepped towards him, immediately throwing my arms around him once I was close enough. He staggered backwards at the force of my body colliding with his but wrapped his arms around me reflexively.

Our embrace didn’t last very long, Alex pulling away first and quickly ushering me into the passenger seat of his car.

“What’re you doing out here?”

I slid into the seat, sopping dress sticking to the leather, and ran my hands through my hair in an attempt to wring some of the water out of it. “I was with James,” I answered, struggling to find the words to explain what had happened. “I-I told him.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Wait-” He ran around to the other side of the car, sliding into the driver’s seat, the sound of the rain thudding on the glass filling the distance between us. “What happened?”

My eyes lifted from where his hands were holding mine, my fingers still tightly clutching the ring in my palm. “He-he took me to our spot; set up a picnic just like you always did for us,” I started, sniffling and reaching up to wipe my nose with my sleeve. “And everything was fine until he started kissing me. He tried to put his hands on me and when I told him to stop he got so angry like I owed it to him. That’s when I broke a-and told him I can’t marry him because I don’t love him.”

He nodded slowly, turning to rest back against the seat for a moment to take in what I had just told him. “Where?”

“Alex-what?”

“Where did he put his hands on you?” He breathed.

“It’s really not a big deal,” I replied, placing my hand over his.

He quickly yanked his hand away, “Where did he touch you, Y/N?”

“Beneath my skirt,” I murmured, gazing down at my shaky hands resting in my lap. I could feel him staring at me, but I didn’t return his gaze.

A few moments passed by as I waited for him to say something but the moment never came. Without a single word, he started the car and pulled back onto the road towards my house. The entire car ride not a word was spoken, the only sound that filled my ears was the pattering of the rain against the car. I could sense how angry he was through the silence, but I didn’t dare say another word. This wasn’t a matter that could be consoled.

We finally arrived at my house and the brief conversation I had with mother came to the forefront of my mind. She and Thomas were out.

I looked over at Alex after he parked the car and I could see his chest rising and falling heavily as he stepped out of the car and walked around to my side to help me out.

“C’mon, need to get you dry so you don’t catch something.” He murmured as he wrapped an arm around my waist and I leaned into the warmth of his body. My teeth chattered against each other from the cold, soaked fabric sticking to my skin as the rain continued to pour from the sky.

We made it to my door quickly, but as soon as we set foot on the porch, James’ car came barreling down the road, coming to a screeching halt right outside my house.

“Is that-”

“James.” I breathed.

“Go inside, Y/N,” Alex said, his jaw clenched, eyes not leaving the car idling in my driveway. I shook my head, though, refusing to leave him alone with James. Who knew what he would do to him. “Y/N, please.”

But I held firm, even as James threw open the door to his car, his eyes narrowing at Alex and I on my porch. “I’m not letting you hurt him.”

Alex spit out a laugh that made my heart tighten. “He touched you,” his words were harsh enough to shatter glass. “I should hurt him.”

But before I could respond, James’ voice cut through the storm. He was practically racing up the path, a fury in his eyes that rivaled the one I had seen only an hour earlier. “Y/N!”

“You have got some nerve showing up here,” Alex said harshly.

“Who the fuck are you?” James seethed, eyes darting between Alex and I, the way Alex held me, arms still firmly clenched around my middle. “Is this the bloke you’re leaving me for?” I had barely even lifted my head from Alex’s chest, the cold biting at my still wet skin.

Alex released me from his grasp, stepping towards James. “One and the same,” He snarled, puffing his chest out protectively.

“I’m her fiancé,” James countered, voice rising as he looked back at me. “As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, she loves me. I know she does.”

“You’re nothing to her. You were never anything to her. It’s always been me.” Alex spat nudging James’ chest with one hand, causing him to stumble back a little.

“You--” James breathed out, and then all of a sudden they were moving at each other, arms winding back and hitting skin and bone. I was cold without Alex’s body heat, but I was even more frozen in place at the sight of them going after each other.

James was struggling to stay upright as Alex’s fists collided with his jaw over and over again, all of his built up anger and resentment releasing with every blow of his fist. I knew he was strong, too, I’d seen the muscles he had developed after months at war. James was no match for him. I heard a groan and James staggered back, trying to find his footing on the gravel path.

Alex was going to kill him.

“Stop!” I screamed, running towards them, caution thrown to the wind. I grabbed at Alex’s shoulders, trying to tug him back as he bent to where James had fallen to the ground, blood rushing from his nose, red marks scattered across his jaw. But Alex threw his shoulders back to get me off, his fists reconnecting with James’s jaw. Alex pounded James’ face, fists flying one after the other. I couldn’t watch it any longer. A part of me still held a fragment of fondness and care for James and I couldn’t continue watching Alex hurt him. “Alex, stop! Please!” The desperation in my voice was evident as I grabbed at his biceps, using all of my strength to hold him back, but he merely tugged his arm from my grasp.

“Go inside,” Alex said to me, holding James’s head down with one hand and whipping around to look at me. “Get out of here.”

I didn’t move. Instead, I mustered all the strength in my body and wrenched Alex back, pulling at his arms. I managed to get him off of James, who immediately scrambled to his feet, ready to attack. But I moved between them, arms spread wide in front of Alex so he didn’t retaliate. “James, I need you to leave,” I said, trying to keep my voice measured so he would listen to me as the rain poured down onto us unceasingly.

“But he attacked me!” James screeched, pointing at Alex who was breathing heavily behind me. “He’s the one who should leave--he’s an animal, Y/N.”

I shook my head. “Go, James, please!” He didn’t move so I did the only thing I could think of to get him to drive away. I wrenched off the engagement ring he had given me, the metal cutting deep into my skin as I pulled it off my finger. Throwing it towards the car, the metal clattering on the wet gravel, I gave James a hard look. “Leave.”

James stumbled back, mumbling expletives as he picked the ring up off the ground. I watched him get into the car and back out, speed building as he whipped the car into drive and drove away.

Alex’s breathing had slowed, albeit not enough. When I turned back around, his eyes were already on mine, searching them to make sure I was okay. “Let’s go inside,” I told him, taking his arm and pulling it over my shoulder, so I could help him up the steps to the door.

I led him into the kitchen, pulling a chair from beneath the table for him to sit at. He sat compliantly without a single word, watching as I dampened a small rag and began to dab away at his bloody knuckles, standing between his legs. He opened his mouth to say something, but I stopped him, “Don’t. Let’s just- I don’t want to talk about it.”

He nodded but I could feel his gaze trained on me as I carefully rubbed some ointment onto his broken skin. I repeated the same steps with his other hand, wrapping both of them with a little bit of gauze. Then, I moved on to his face injuries. I gingerly placed my hand at the back of his neck and tilted his head upward to help me find the small bruises and cuts were scattered along his face, but they were nothing compared to the welts Alex had left on James’ face. He winced when I wiped the blood around his nose and I stopped, mumbling a small “Sorry”.

“No, s’fine, keep going. S’just a little tender.”

I nodded, paying close attention to the pressure I applied to that area, making sure I didn’t hurt him again before I moved on to the small cuts along his jaw. He continued to watch me closely, his piercing virescent eyes hard to ignore at such a close proximity. And as much as I wanted to be angry at him for fighting James like he did, I couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. His hands exploring every inch of my body as his lips seared my skin. The long, hard thrust of his hips against my own, taking me so deep and fulfilling every desire I had for him.

My heart began to flutter in my chest as the night replayed in my head and my breathing became noticeably heavier. I was so in my own mind, I hadn’t noticed the way Alex’s chest heaved like my own as he watched me, his nostrils flaring with every inhale.

I slowly placed the damp cloth onto the table beside me before I finally made eye contact with him. His eyes were dark, filled with lust as they bored into my own. The intensity of his stare nearly caused my knees to buckle and I steadied myself by gripping the fabric of his damp button up. Clearly, we had both long forgotten our wet clothes.

“Haven’t stopped thinking about last night,” Alex muttered, breaking the tense silence as his hands rested on my waist. “And I get the feeling you haven’t either.”

I let out a long, shaky breath, before grabbing the supplies resting on the table and prying myself from his grasp. I silently began to put the supplies away, ignoring the dull ache between my thighs and the loud thumping of my heart in my chest.

I didn’t hear a sound coming from him until a few moments later when he stood directly behind me, the heat of his body radiating onto my back.

“I miss the way your lips taste,” He whispered directly into my ear as he towered over me. His front pressed against my back slowly, his right arm winding around my waist. I breathed out a shaky breath, dropping the rag into the sink with a heavy thud before my fingers gripped the edge of the porcelain sink.

A small part of me was still angry with him, but a bigger part of me craved to feel his lips against mine again; his hands roaming my body fervently as he whispered filth into my ear.

“I can hear your heartbeat...” He murmured, my body melting into his at the sound of his voice. “Do you want me?”

The question lingered in the air for a few moments and then I turned to face him, my body still wedged between his chest and the edge of the counter. I gazed up into his eyes almost pleadingly, my hands resting on his chest because of the close proximity.

“Yes.”

And with that, he kissed me. He leaned down, wrapping both of his arms around my waist, pressing my body against his, melding his soft, warm lips with mine. My hands drifted upwards, landing on the sides of his face to pull him closer to me, the edge of the counter digging into my lower back.

Alex gently slid me to the side, away from the sink before lifting me onto the counter and pressing himself between my legs without our lips breaking contact. I looped my legs around his waist, fingers curling into his hair desperately as he swiped his tongue along my bottom lip and pressed his hands behind me on the counter so that he was leaning into me.

A small whimper left my lips and he grunted in response, one hand sliding down the length of my thigh, halting at the very edge of my, partially dry, skirt.

“I’ve been thinkin’,” He breathed into my lips, “I wanna know what you taste like.”

I sucked in a breath, pulling my mouth from his for a moment to make eye contact with him. He chased my lips as soon as I moved away, his eyes soon flickering up to mine. “C’mon, baby.” He whispered, fingers idly tracing figures into the outside of my thigh beneath my skirt.

“Bedroom-” I nearly choked, pushing at his chest frantically to let me down from the counter. He chuckled and moved to the side allowing me to slide off of it and grab his hand, yanking him towards my room.

As we both entered my room, I caught a glimpse of my appearance in the vanity mirror. My hair fell limply along my shoulders and my face was completely bare of any makeup. My dress was heavily wrinkled and I could clearly envision a scolding from my mother, but that was the last thing I wanted to be thinking about at that moment.

Soon, Alex had my lying back against the mattress, my hair fanned out on the pillows as he hovered above me, hips flush against mine. I writhed and whimpered beneath him as his teeth sunk into my neck, his arms resting by my head to keep him grounded above me.

“Thought about you all day,” He growled, lifting his head from my neck to pepper kisses along my jaw, setting a path to my lips. I couldn’t find the strength inside of me to respond, my brain virtually mush at his skilled touch and the way all of him filled my senses. All I could do to respond was breathe out a loud moan, bucking my hips up into his which caused him to chuckle.

He began to slide down my body, dark eyes glued to mine, filled with a lustful desire for me. His hands wandered beneath my skirt, bunching the fabric around my waist at first to expose myself to him. He pressed feather-like kisses to my stomach, goosebumps dotting my skin as I tried to contain my squirms.

Every inch of my body burned with desire for him and that desire only grew with the passing moments. He was taking his time. Watching me unravel; watching me squirm for his touch. He wanted me to beg him.

“May I take this off?” He asked, referring to the dress now wrinkled at my hips. I quickly nodded compliantly, helping him tug the fabric from my skin and toss it into a damp heap on the floor. I was left in my plain undergarments, nothing special about them, but Alex looked down at me like I was an angel sent from heaven, clothed in silk and practically glowing from head to toe.

I watched as he curled his nimble fingers beneath the waistband of my knickers and dragged them down my legs slowly. Wedging my bottom lip between my teeth, I kicked the fabric from my ankles, allowing the small garment to tumble onto the floor. Alex was quick to push himself down to the edge of the bed, pressing his front into the mattress as he situated himself between my trembling legs.

I watched him timidly, lifting myself onto my elbows for a better angle and he smirked before turning his head to press a soft kiss to the supple skin of my inner thigh. Just feeling the heat radiating from his body so close to where I needed him made me feel weak and my arms gave way, my upper body collapsing onto the mattress once again.

His kisses multiplied by the second, content hums vibrating against me over and over again with every press of his soft, warm lips. It was heaven, truly. I felt as if I was floating; like I had left my body and was watching everything unfold from above.

“Please-” I sputtered helplessly, clawing at the duvet beneath me as my thighs began to clamp around his head. He quickly pried them back open, sliding both of his arms around them to hold me in place before he glanced up at me.

He licked his lips when he made eye contact with me, “What was that?”

I huffed in frustration, “Alex, please.”

“Okay, okay.” He hummed, leaning forward and finally swiping his tongue against me. I gasped at the foreign feeling, thighs itching to snap shut as he delved further into my dripping sex. His eyes never flickered from me, focused on the way I threw my head back and writhed from his technique. His lips wrapped around my clit, mouth skillfully suckling at the swollen bud as I fell apart beneath him. My fingers clawed into his short hair, tugging as much of it as I could into my fist which caused a growl to vibrate against me.

His large hands gripped my thighs tightly as he devoured my wet, supple lips and the bed began to rock back and forth ever so slightly from the thrusting of his hips into the mattress. I mustered up enough strength to prop myself up and watched as he lifted his head from between my legs, lips and chin dripping with my arousal. “Can’t get enough of you, baby.”

He quickly buried his face into me once again, this time holding nothing back, stroking his tongue over every inch of me, nibbling at my clit before sucking it between his lips harshly.

His name fell from my lips over and over like a mantra as he coaxed me to my first orgasm. Low hums and groans were emitting from deep within his throat as he pleasured me, the vibrations heightening every feeling I had. His hips were thrusting against the mattress desperately, needy for some sort of relief.

I expected him to pull away from me after a few moments, but his movements never stopped. He continued to lick and suck and devour me fervently like he was starving and I was his first meal in months.

I began to writhe and squirm as the sensitivity between my legs became too intense, my sweaty thighs attempting to clamp around his head while my hands weakly pushed at his head. I could feel my second orgasm approaching rapidly and my moans grew uncontrollably louder. My head was thrown back against the mattress as I bucked my hips up against his mouth, desperate for my unravelling.

Soon, my back was arching into itself once again and I called out as the second intense orgasm washed over me. Alex choked out a guttural groan against me, his movements becoming sloppier and less calculated as his eyes fluttered shut.

A few silent moments passed before he peered back up at me breathlessly.“Y’alright?”

I nodded, laying back against the mattress to catch my breath.

“Shit-” Alex muttered and I peeked up at him from beneath heavy eyelids.

“What?”

He chuckled nervously, running his hands over his face. “Ruined my trousers.”

I frowned and glanced down at the crotch of his slacks, immediately blushing at the decently sized wet spot directly over his bulge. “Just from- just from that?”

He nodded sheepishly and I propped myself up on the bed. “Do you want to borrow some of Thomas’ old clothes?”

“Probably should,” He chortled, running his fingers through his hair.

After I fetched Alex a pair of Thomas’ old trousers and he had successfully freshened up, we found ourselves tangled among the sheets, basking in each other’s company. He pressed soft, chaste kisses to my lips every few moments as our fingers interlaced.

“Promise me you’ll be mine forever?” He asked after what seemed like hours of silence.

He gazed into his viridescent eyes, lifting my hand to cup his cheek affectionately as our noses brushed against each other. “I promise.”

ok so yes i know there is lot missing and there could be room for another part BUT i decided to leave it up to your own interpretation. i felt so overwhelmed with the lack of explanation in this series so i felt the best thing to do was to just leave it as it is. as always, i hope you enjoyed and pls pls pls do not hesitate to send me feedback!! <3

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A/N: For the Bound by Blood zine! I’ve always wanted to look at the darker side of Nezuko’s transformation, the blood lust and hunger barely controlled.

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Nezuko knew of death, knew of the ways it could linger like a bad cough. She had watched as her father wasted away over the years, his body growing thinner and weaker until it was a kindness that he didn’t wake up one day. Her mother faded away from heartbreak, more a ghost than a person until the end. When death came for her, Nezuko had hoped it would be quick and painless.

Instead, it seemed death had a sense of humour. The attack was quick, her body falling to the ground before she could put everything together. It was only as she lay on the wooden floor, her blood pooling around her, that she’d even realized she’d been injured. Nezuko felt disconnected from her body, unable to scream as her mother and siblings fell around her, their bodies dropping one after another like broken dolls. Something, someonedarted between her family, killing them faster than she could blink. At the edges of her vision, flames licked the walls, turning her home into a pyre.

Something sharp pierced her skin and suddenly she felt everything: every cut, every bruise, every broken limb. A sharp, metallic smell flooded her nose and she could taste the blood on her lips. Her body burned as though poison ran through her veins and she screamed.

With what little of her consciousness was left, Nezuko prayed that Tanjirou wouldn’t return until long after the slaughter was over.

Nezuko knew nothing. Her eyes blinked open in a wooden structure, her brain slowly supplying her with the words to describe her surroundings. Every part of her body ached, but that sensation as quickly fading as she sniffed the air. An utterly delicious scent tickled her nose, a rusty, iron-filled smell that permeated on every surface of the house. Drool dripped off her lips as she realized she was surrounded by a feast.

A rotten feast. She didn’t have to touch the torn bodies strewn around her to notice that they weren’t fresh, that they were the remnants of another hunter. Even the blood beneath her hands was cold and thick to the touch. Instinctively, she knew it was a bad idea to drink that. Her stomach gurgled, starving, and she licked her lips as she stared at the body of a young boy.

She should go. A meal could be found elsewhere. Flames engulfed the vast majority of the house and even if she wanted to stay, she couldn’t. Still, it was a waste. An utter waste.

Her nose twitched and Nezuko turned toward the entrance to catch a new scent. It smelled faintly of charcoal and soap, an oddly familiar combination. Something about it, about this house and the bodies, jogged her memory. She knew the boy (and it was a boy, not yet a man) approaching the building.

Part of her wanted to reassure his panicked cries. A greater part of her inhaled the thick, iron-rich smell beneath his skin. His blood was still warm, still pumping, still sweet. Nezuko’s thoughts scattered as her hunger burned, and she attacked her first meal.

The boy’s hands were gentle. Nezuko learned that first, before she even learned his name. The boy’s hands were especially gentle now, as she rested on his lap, his fingers combing through her hair. She’d felt this sensation long ago, somewhere in the fogs of her memory, but if she lingered on the thought any further than that, her head would split in pain.

Instead, she leaned into his touch, grunting slightly.

“You always liked this,” the boy said, chuckling softly. Sadly. Seated on a tatami mat, he continued to stroke her hair.

“What sort of self-respecting demon does that?” Another boy said—a demon. With her right eye, she looked up, over the table where the demon boy shot her a disgusted look. “Especially a brute like her.”

“Nezuko is not a brute!” The boy—Tanjirou, his name was Tanjirou she remembered—growled back. Despite his tone, his hands remained gentle. “She is beautiful and kind and—”

“Right, right, got it.” The demon boy rolled his eyes.

“Yushiro.” The final occupant of the living room sighed. If the demon boy smelled faintly of blood, the woman was thick with it. “What did I say?”

“I didn’t—”

She cut him off. “Don’t insult our guests either, alright?”

“Nezuko is beautiful,” Tanjirou asserted a final time, his brow furrowed. When Nezuko returned her gaze to him, he beamed down at her. “Don’t listen to his lies.”

His words and actions always had a strange weight to them, a familiarity that she couldn’t understand. She wasn’t even sure if he was talking to her sometimes. The only thing she knew was that his hands were gentle, just as his voice was kind, just as his eyes were welcoming. Despite the steel in his posture whenever they faced danger, he did not look like a man who could fight. There was a streak of kindness to him, a streak that would kill him one day.

It could have killed him earlier, if she hadn’t stopped attacking him. Nezuko still didn’t know what had held her hand, only that it was a memory of similar tenderness.

“She is lovely,” the woman agreed. The aroma of blood intermingled with her scent throughout the house, just enough to keep Nezuko’s hunger at bay.

“Not as lovely as you,” the demon boy immediately replied, his chest puffed with pride. Turning his attention to Nezuko, he frowned. “So, she really doesn’t eat anyone?”

“Of course not.” Tanjirou resumed his ministrations. His movements were as steady as a stream. He looked from the demon boy to a demon woman, his gaze utterly confident. “Nezuko would never do that.”

She closed her eyes. That wasn’t right. She didn’t know why, but that wasn’t right. While his body was littered with wounds, the ones branded on his arm were from her claws. They were a warning, a reminder of what losing control meant.

Tanjirou didn’t realize that. Or maybe he didn’t understand that despite how much stronger he’d gotten, he was still quite weak. As he stroked her hair, she could feel the muscles in his hand, the delicate bones of his wrist. His skin was paper-thin and his muscles were nothing compared to hers.

It would be easy to reach up and snap his arm, to break it in two and devour his life-sustaining flesh. To sink her fangs into his neck and lap his warm, sugary-sweet blood.

As though reading her mind, the demon boy snorted. “That brute of a girl—”

“Yushiro!” the woman warned, an edge to her voice. “What did I just say?”

“I was—”

“One more and you will be kicked out.” She sighed, her shoulders sinking. “Anyway, that is really impressive. I have never heard of a demon doing that before. Even us—it might be a little blood, but we need it all the same.”

“That’s cause she’s Nezuko.” Tanjirou’s hand stilled and she opened her eyes to find him beaming down at her. “She’s a good girl.”

I’m not. Nezuko opened her mouth, but her broken vocal cords couldn’t do more than groan at the weight of her words.

(Months later, when she stood in the sun, Tanjirou scared that she’d disappear, Nezuko wasn’t afraid in the least. She’d already been burned. These rays were nothing compared to his warmth.)

The wind whistled, an oddly sharp sound that tugged on Nezuko’s consciousness. It ran through her hair and clothes, and dazed, she wondered if she had fallen asleep outside. Not only was it chilly, the cool night air hitting her skin painfully, it also wasn’t very respectable. What would the villagers think? Her bro—

Nezuko’s eyes opened before she could finish the thought, before she could grasp her identity. Dangling upside down in the treetops, her eyes widened as she remembered her predicament. They were in the mountains, surrounded by demons and desperate humans. One of the demons had trussed her up, his wires binding her limbs so tightly that she couldn’t move. Straining her muscles only made the wires dig in tighter, cutting into her skin until she bled.

The wires reverberated with each movement, giving off sharp twangs as they alerted the demon below her. Like a moth trapped in a web, she couldn’t escape, her movements only ensnaring her further.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the demon said. His hair and skin were as pale as the moon, his words as cold as the distant starlight. There was an idle curiosity in his eyes, but even that emotion was fleeting. “Just in time.”

“Nezuko!” Tanjirou grunted, his breathing strained as he struggled to get to his feet. Blood soaked his haori, red blooming on his chest like spider lilies. Rips and tears in his clothing revealed numerous cuts on his body, his injuries far more serious than he let on. “I’ll save you!”

He was injured. Nezuko’s eyes widened as she took in her boy, her prey. The rich, thick scent of his blood filled the air even as it pooled at his feet, yet it didn’t tempt her. For once her stomach roiled with anger, not hunger.

Tanjirou was wounded. She could hear how many bones were broken with every wheeze he took, hear just how many cuts he’d sustained with every grunt he made. Her blood burned and Nezuko growled as she struggled against the spider’s web, ignoring how the threads cut into her flesh. Her blood dripped down the wires, coating them a bright red.

“Don’t cut yourself too much,” the demon grumbled, clicking his tongue. It was the closest thing to an emotion he’d shown so far. “It’s too annoying putting you back together.”

“Leave her alone!” Tanjirou shouted, climbing to his feet only to fall once more. Nezuko heard his muscles strain, his heart trying to pump more and more blood to compensate for the loss.

“No.” The demon stalked forward, as silent as a predator. Lifting Tanjirou up by his mop of hair, the demon smirked. “She’ll be part of my family now. I need to replace the one you killed.”

“That’ll never happen,” Tanjirou swore through clenched teeth, his hands curling into a fist. A rare anger course through his voice. “That’s not what family is.”

Family.

Nezuko couldn’t follow the conversation. Just thinking about the word made her head hurt. She couldn’t understand the demon’s quiet insistence anymore that she could understand Tanjirou’s harsh rebuke. What she did understand, however, was that these overly complicated sounds they tossed at one another only meant one thing: the demon was going to separate Nezuko from Tanjirou.

No, the demon was going to remove Tanjirou from her. He was going to kill him.

Nezuko ground her teeth. Tanjirou was hers.

Like oil on flames, the fire within her burned even hotter at this. She couldn’t say what happened next, only that it felt like every part of her burned. Unable to bottle her rage, it exploded out of her, running down the wires before reaching her target.

The box was dark. Nezuko kept her eyes closed as she curled up inside it. Whether they were open or closed, she saw the same void. The only thing connecting her to the world was how the box moved, how Tanjirou jostled it as he moved from one place to another. There were other, muffled sounds outside, the sounds of strangers and of a pond. Nezuko never knew how to take these signs of the outside, of this world she almost never saw.

But the box had come to a stop now, and she opened her eyes, anticipating a release.

“NEZUKO!”

Tanjirou’s desperate scream was the only warning she got before a sword stabbed through the box, piercing her belly. Nezuko gasped, the restraint in her mouth muting her scream. Paralyzed in pain, she couldn’t react before the sword withdrew and speared her once more, plunging into her chest now. Blood invaded her lungs, and though she didn’t need to breathe, she choked on it all the same.

“Nezuko!” Tanjirou yelled once more.

His kind hands were nowhere to be found. Instead, all Nezuko could feel were the firm, wooden panels of her prison, and above it all, the piercing pain of her injuries. She wanted to call out his name, to bury her head in his arms. Nezuko needed comfort.

Instead, she was hit with drops of warm blood, dripping in through the holes in the box.

“Taste this!” challenged a stranger, a man who smelled like a gale and sounded like a hurricane. He shook the box, knocking her side to side before dripping more blood in. “I know you want to!”

With a soft plop, the blood hit her forehead before slowly sliding down her face. Nezuko shivered at the warm sensation. Her skin was cold. Always so cold. She craned her head up slightly, allowing the droplets better access as they hit her skin like pebbles, painting her skin as red as a woman’s lips. No matter how much she shifted, though, the droplets never slid into her mouth. No, they dripped past, splattering her clothes.

Unceremoniously, the box was tossed to the ground, the impact jolting her injuries. Nezuko curled tighter into herself, not sure when another sword would sink into her skin.

“Get out!” the stranger ordered, kicking the box for good measure.

For a long moment, she stayed still. Muffled as it was, she could faintly hear Tanjirou struggling to reach her. His breathing was strained again, his heart beating all too fast, and she could smell the sickly-sweet scent of sweat as he struggled to reach her. Nezuko remembered the white demon and pushed the box open, not caring if there was sunlight or moonlight on the other side.

She found neither when she poked her head out, only the cool shade of yet another house. This one was filled with people, and her hackles raised at their hostile stares. Under the sun, just out of reach, was Tanjirou, his face pressed to the ground.

A growl escaped her lips automatically.

“Hungry yet?” the stranger asked as he stood before her. Despite his tense stance, his eyes were full of anticipation as he flicked blood at her. He dangled his arm in front of her, red rivulets running down his skin and splashing on the floor. “Come on, take a bite.”

He wanted her to attack. He was downright eager for it. The others were too, Nezuko dimly realized, as their scents warped, hostility changing into something darker.

“Nezuko, don’t!” Tanjirou cried, but it was hard to hear his voice.

It was hard to pay attention to anything but the red dripping down her skin, to the wounds on her body aching for healing. His scent was entirely unlike Tanjirou’s—bitter instead of sweet, sharp instead of soft. Saliva dripped down her mouth either way. There was a hunger within her she hadn’t filled, a hunger that she had ignored for years now.

A single taste could fix that.

A single taste would fix that.

Her tongue ran over her teeth in anticipation. The man’s lips tugged into a sharp smile.

With as much force as she could muster, Nezuko turned away, rejecting the scent before her. She had waited this long, she could wait a little longer.

There was no way this man’s blood could be nearly as delicious or tempting as Tanjirou’s.

The world was burning.

No, that wasn’t quite right. Despite the fires roaring around her, the smoke and ash lying on her tongue, the world wasn’t burning. Just this small town, this small district. Just a few dozen people who couldn’t escape the wreckage. People trapped just as she was, stuck under the rubble of a broken inn.

Nezuko clawed at the earth, trying to drag herself out of the rubble. Her head rattled from her injuries, her body aching from the fight. It seemed the only reason she left her box these days was to fight. The house, the mountain, this town—wherever she woke up, there were demons.

And the boy, Tanjirou, had dedicated himself to fighting them.

One day, he would die that way. But that day wasn’t today. Nezuko grunted as she pulled herself forward, ignoring the blazing pain where her leg and arms used to be. She couldn’t, wouldn’t lose him. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see him, couldn’t smell him—his charcoal scent was hidden in the ash,

“You should just give up, you don’t have the energy to regenerate,” her enemy stated confidently, her perfume coiling around her like a snake. Despite their fight, her make-up remained unsmudged, her painted lips as bright as blood. No matter how many floral scents she hid under, the stench of death clung to her like a second skin.

Nezuko gritted her teeth as she stared at the demon. This woman had injured Tanjirou. She had wounded this whole town, burning it to the ground with a smile. Her mind flashed to a different, kinder woman, to a gaggle of kids who tugged on her hands. To Tanjirou, who smiled despite the spectre of death lingering over him.

She thought of all of that and her limbs began to burn.

Unaware of this, the demon winked at her, her lips curled into a sly smirk. “If only you’d drunk some blood. Come back in a hundred years.”

The fire within her grew into an inferno, and Nezuko only had to think and her limbs regrew near instantly. Forcing herself to stand, she spit out her wooden restraint.

The demon stepped back, shocked. “How? That’s impossible!”

Nezuko growled, her blood boiling as she attacked.

Nezuko knew one thing: Tanjirou loved her. Her brother had moved the sun and moon to save her, to transform her from monster to human. Whether it was watching out for her, protecting her, or simply giving her a hug, Tanjirou had done more than any person should have.

That was the only reason he was standing in front of her now, his eyes almost glowing as he took her in. Saliva dripped down his chin and Nezuko had a feeling of deja vu at the sight. She’d had that same look years ago, when she’d first turned into a demon. Had that blinding madness run through her mind, making it hard for her to be reasoned with until Tanjirou had pulled her out of the darkness.

And now, he’d fallen into that darkness. Her sight grew blurry as she took in her demonic brother. This wasn’t how their reunion was supposed to go at all. “Tanjirou…”

He snarled, though she couldn’t say if that was a reaction to the name or her movement.

“You love me,” she reminded him, swallowing hard. She didn’t know if she was talking to him or herself, only that it was true. Her brother, however deep he slept inside, loved her. He just had to remember that.

It was hard to break out of a demon’s spell, but he could do it.

“Tanjirou—” Before Nezuko could finish, his fangs were buried in her neck, his claws digging into her arms. Dimly, she recalled being in the opposite position years go, His arms were still littered with scars. She wondered if hers would remain too. Her blood smeared her neck, hot and thick, and she wondered if she tasted as sweet as she’d imagined Tanjirou had.

Reaching up, she wrapped an arm around his back. “Don’t!”

He was possessed, she reminded herself. That didn’t make the betrayal heart any less when his teeth dug in deeper.

But she could endure. If there was one thing Nezuko knew, it was how to endure. How to survive. And how to make sure her brother made it with her. He was kind, after all, too kind, otherwise, his eyes wouldn’t be filling with tears right now.

One day, that kindness would kill him.

But that day wasn’t today. Nezuko would make sure of it.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #nezuko kamado #kamado tanjirō #demon slayer #yushiro #fanfic

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The Surprise | kth

Genre: established relationship, smut, nonidol!au Pairing: nonidol!Tae x reader Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: pegging, ass play (eating that ass like I aspire to do), dirty talk Summary: You’ve explored everything in the realm of sex with Tae, that includes using toys on him, but this time you decide to surprise him with a little more.

It had all started from mild curiosity. You had each tried everything under the sun when it came to sex, but this was one thing neither one of you had breached. Casually, one evening, you had brought up the idea of a prostate orgasm and how you had read how powerful they were. At first, Tae was against it, but when you brought up the fact that you let him stick it in your ass, he decided to think on it. What was the harm? Obviously, you’d start slow and work your way up. You started just as you had, with a butt plug. The first time he had worn it throughout sex he had admitted that it wasn’t so bad, pleasurable even. The next time you tried, you used a small dildo of yours, experimenting by slowly thrusting it in and out of him while you stroked his cock and that was the first time he had had an orgasm that way and was, admittedly, blown away by it.

“Never thought I’d like something in my ass so much,” he had said through his post-orgasm bliss, eyes shut, and a smile spread across his fine features.

To you, it was the hottest thing you had ever seen; to have him come undone at your hands with something that didn’t involve your mouth or cunt.

Now, here you were pulling your latest purchase out of the black bag you just laid on your table. The strap on was one of the higher end brands, wanting only the best for him. The cock itself was purple, his favorite color, but the straps were a simple black. You had done your research and bought the type of harness where you could change the sizes of the dildo and opted for one that was the size of one you had already used. It would be a few hours until Tae came home so you decided to get used to your new “appendage”. Taking it into your room, you stripped off your work clothes and got to work trying it on, adjusting the straps until it was just right before you stood in front of your full length mirror. It was odd, of course, but didn’t seem totally foreign. Turning this way and that, you checked yourself out in the mirror and decided it looked and felt pretty good. It was suggested that you do mundane tasks to get used to it, so you decided to do just that. You started a load of laundry, folded clothes, changed the sheets on the bed, along with other things until you completely forgot that you were wearing it.

You were busy scrubbing the countertop when you heard the soft cough behind you. You whipped around in surprise, dildo thumping against the counter as you went, soap dripping down your arms and a very surprised, but amused Taehyung standing in the doorway.

“Whatcha got there, babe?” He sat his bag on the counter before leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You saw something flash in his eyes, they softened momentarily, before they seemed to darken the more he drank you in.

You gulped and sat the sponge down, rubbing your hand across your shirt before speaking. “A surprise.”

“Color me surprised then,” he said pushing off the doorframe and moving over to you. He placed his hands on your waist as his eyes travelled from your face to the dildo. His fingers traced along the straps of the harness and his growing erection did not go unnoticed by you.

“You look beautiful in this.” His hand came to cup your jaw as his lips came down on yours. Pushing your back against the counter he ground his hips into yours, the dildo pushed upwards between the both of you.

“You plan on fucking me with that?” he asked when he pulled away.

You whimpered at the thought of having him writhing beneath you. “If you’ll let me.”

“I’d love nothing more,” he said while pulling you along behind him, but once in your room, it was you who guided him to the bed.

Crawling over him, you leant down and kissed him deeply while he fumbled with his own belt and pants, whisking them off as fast as possible. You were caught by surprise as he caught the dildo in his hand and began pumping it over it. That action alone had turned you on more than anything else had so far this evening. His lips ghosted past your ear as you moved your head.

“God I can’t wait to have you inside of me,” he whispered.

You wanted nothing more than to be fucking him into oblivion in that moment, but you also wanted to take your time.

“I will, baby,” you whispered back. Kissing the side of his neck, then collarbone, down past his chest, hipbones, and then the base of his cock, you travelled down his body.

“Please,” he begged above you.

“Please what?” you asked innocently enough as you continued to place small kisses to his cock while you gripped the base.

“Anything,” he breathed.

You sank your mouth down his cock until he was hitting the back of your throat. Moaning around him, his hips thrust upwards in your mouth and you brought both hands to his hips to hold him down. You worked your mouth over him, taking him further each time and clenching your throat as you choked on him. As soon as his thighs began to shake you pulled off him, leaving a trail of spit in your wake. You looked at him to see that he had started to sweat, the light sheen sparkling on his face and abdomen and in that moment, you had sworn you had never seen anything more beautiful. Gripping the backs of his thighs, you pushed his knees as far to his chest as you could before leaning down once more. You kissed the inside of his thighs, past his cock, until you were exactly where you planned to be for the rest of the evening. Tae’s entire body trembled in anticipation as you teased him, placing small kisses and licks across his hole. Digging your fingers into the skin of his thighs you pushed your tongue inside, basking in the satisfied cry that left his lips. Burying your face further, you let go of one of his legs, trusting him to hold himself as your hand came to cup and slide past his balls and gripped his cock. His hips bucked into your face as you ate him out and your fingers ran through your leftover spit and the precum on his cock. He started to whimper louder and louder and you knew he wanted more, he always wanted more. Moving from his ass, you pulled one of his balls into your mouth and sucked gently, causing the sounds escaping him to become a little more pitched. You moved forward once more and as you got closer to his face, he desperately grabbed you and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, wet with no direction.

“Fuck me,” he breathed.

You reached for the lube in the bedside table and Tae caught your wrist as you came back.

“Let me do it.” He sounded so fucked out and beyond reason, his eyes soft, but desperate as he looked at you.

You handed him the bottle and he put a large amount in his hand before he was running it over the dildo, moaning as he did so.

“You want this cock inside of you, baby?” You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, hand still working over the toy, and he groaned deeply. “Want me to fuck that pretty ass of yours?”

His lips were wet as he continuously drew his bottom lip in his mouth, released it, and panted heavily. By now, he was tugging at the dildo, trying to get you down to where he wanted.

“Yes, please,” he begged.

You pushed his legs once more as you sat on your feet in front of him, legs spread and knees on either side of his ass. Sitting up a little, you lined the toy up and started to push slowly inside.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he began to chant as you slid further and further. You waited a beat once you were fully seated, watching as Tae’s chest heaved with each breath.

“Give me a second to adjust,” you asked as you held onto his legs. “I’ve never thrust before.”

You hadn’t thought this far ahead, suddenly very aware that this motion was going to be foreign to you. What you had planned to be a surprise for him might be a disaster at the hands of your inadequacy. Tae reached forward for your wrist and brought you almost flush with his chest.

“You’ve got this baby,” he said kissing your palm. “Roll your hips against me.”

Keeping your stomach against him, you rolled your hips backwards, and back down on him, trying to emulate a wave with your body. He moaned as his mouth fell open, lip catching on the palm of your hand, and his breath heating your skin.

“Do that again.”

Mimicking the motion, you started to gain more confidence.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” he moaned. His head sank further into the pillows as your newly found confidence seemed to also quicken your pace.

Sitting up, you grabbed more lube and poured more as you thrust, ensuring his comfort. His hands were all over the place; one second, they were at your waist, then his cock, and then his hair. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and squeezed lightly, causing a rumble deep in his chest. Working your hand over him just as he liked it, you watched as the dildo slipped in and out of his ass with ease.

“You look so good spread out for me like this,” you said. You were absolutely out of breath, but the look on Tae’s face as you fucked him spurred you on.

You fisted his cock in your hand as your hips snapped against him and every obscenity known to man fell from his lips. Tae reached out for your hand once more and pulled you from his cock and to him, kissing you deeply.

“I want to come like this alone.”

You were so turned on right now that it hurt. The dildo did little in the way of giving you any relief as it did not have any direct contact with your clit, but god only knew that the sounds he made alone could have you coming untouched. You were looking at his face as you fucked him, his hands on your ass now, pulling you into him harder. He looked absolutely radiant, the pink that dusted his cheeks gave him a healthy glow and the sweat along his browbone gleamed in the low lights of the room. His long lashes brushed his cheekbones and his full lips fell open in ecstasy. His eyes opened briefly to look at you as you hovered over him.

“I love you,” he muttered between breaths.

You kissed him once more as you rolled your hips harder against him, knowing you were hitting his prostate based on the moans coming from deep within his chest. Threading your fingers through his hair, you deepened the kiss as you felt his body shudder and cum coated his and your stomach as he came. His moans became desperate sobs in your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you closer. Your hips stilled, the dildo still inside of him, letting him come down from his high.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Slowly, you pulled out to avoid discomfort as you sat up.

“You’ve ruined me,” he said finally.

“In a good way?”

“For the rest of my life,” he said as he sat up and pulled you closer, kissing you so passionately that you felt his love in every inch of your body. “Let me take care of you.”

He fingered at the straps of the harness, not quite sure how it was removed.

“We’re in for a long night, aren’t we?” you laughed against his lips.

“I don’t know what ever gave you that impression,” he said before flipping you over to your back and kissing down your neck. “I just want to eat you out and maybe fuck you so good that you’re crying, but I don’t have to…”

“I’d love nothing more,” you interjected.

With a laugh, Tae tugged at the harness once more, eager to keep his promise.

#btssmutclub #bangtanarmynet #btswritersguild #bts smut #bts au #bts imagines #bts scenarios #nonidol!tae #tae x reader #reader insert #taehyung smut

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