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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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Give Me One More

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: 1270

Summary: This is what your nightmares or dirty dreams were made of.

Warnings: (C)NC, (R)oleplaying, (S)MUT, (O)ral (Fem), Multiple (O)rgasms, (S)ex Toys, Tall Ari (size kink) Soft Ending.

A/N: thank you to my betas @pigwidgeonxo & @awesomerextyphoon I really appreciate the help. @whimsicalrogers for the divider thank you.

A/N 2: Today is my birthday so this is totally self-indulgent. Hope you also enjoy it.

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The sound of a door opening and shutting suddenly woke you from your sleep. You were blindfolded and unsure of where you were. Your body was stripped naked and your limbs stretched into a spread eagle bound to what felt like a soft bed. Footsteps echoed off the walls as they made their way to you. A panicked whimper escaped your lips as your captor finally stopped.

“You are probably wondering why you are here?” A deep familiar voice rang out sending chills down your body. “I have watched you from afar. Your daily routines, you at work, the nights out with friends, but most importantly you alone in bed.”

A large soft hand slowly caressed up your inner thigh as a thumb lightly rubbed a circular motion around your clit causing you to whimper in fear and arousal. “Please sir, don't do this. Ju-just let me go.”

“I can’t do that sweetheart. I’ve watched you bring yourself pleasure with your nimble fingers and toys night after night. But now, I can finally give you pleasure beyond anything you have ever felt before. You are now mine for the night.”

Fingers gently pinched your clit causing you to groan in pleasure. The other hand continued to drag up your torso to your breasts where you feel fingers pinch each nipple hard enough to make you moan again.

You pulled against your bindings as you grew more frustrated by what he was doing. Fingers continue to play with your nipples and caress your clit. They switch between soft and firm, each time making you whine. Your pussy is growing aroused from what he is doing. The wetness is dripping from you as you continue to moan from the contact.

His fingers stop the assault on you, now you feel him pull off your blindfold. A dim light shines above you as you blink to get your eyes adjusted. There before you, your captor stands smiling down at you. It was your neighbor Ari from your apartment building. You knew him in passing but you never said anything except pleasantries to one another. He was at least 6’3, with deep blue eyes and solid muscle. You had to admit to yourself that you had looked at him inappropriately anytime he passed you. With his arm muscles bulging and a firm ass hidden under his clothes it was hard not to find that bearded menace attractive.

Your body shook as you watched him pick up a vibrator. “We are going to have some fun.” He placed the vibrator against your clit and held it as he switched it on. You tried to struggle as much as you could but there was no stopping what he was doing.

“There ya go I know how much you love this device. Just think of the orgasms I’ll pull from you with this tonight. But that’s not all my love. I have something even better in store for you.” He emphasized the last part by grabbing his crotch. You couldn’t help but whimper in response.

The wand was pressed firmly against your clit as you moaned reluctantly. This couldn’t be real. This is what nightmares were made of or heck dirty dreams depending on how you saw this. This man was hot and using your body against you. The vibrator pulsed against your clit bringing you higher and higher. Then unexpectedly your orgasm crashes over you. You have little time to rest as the second one starts to build. Ari’s dark chuckle fills the room as you orgasm again for him. He pulls the vibrator away from your clit, turns it off, and places it on the bedside table.

Ari strips out of his clothes and your eyes stare at his large, hard cock. You tried to contain your feelings as you gaze at his cock wondering how that was going to fit. Ari climbs on the bed and lays on his stomach between your legs. There was no way this man was going to do what you dreamt of, no were terrified of. Stop thinking dirty thoughts of this god-like man.

Picking up on your thoughts Ari chuckled as he sucked on your clit as his thick finger pushed inside your tight channel. His tongue would flick and suckle your clit while he pushed another finger into you. Ari’s fingers were working you open and he fingered you with precision drawing out mewls from you. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers found that spot that had you seeing stars.

“That’s it, darling. Let go for me. Cum for me.”

You gave a silent scream as your back lightly arched as he continued to finger you through your fourth orgasm. By the time you came down from your high, he stopped. Situating himself between your legs Ari looked down at your spent body and started to jerk himself off.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” Ari huskily speaks as he lined himself up to your entrance.

“Please wait, I-I’m not ready.” You beg him but all he does is smile in return.

“You’re more than ready sweetheart.” Ari unties your ankles from the bed, pulling you closer to him. He rubs his cock a few times through your slick before sinking into you. You both groan from the tight fit as he inches his way until he is fully inside you. You had to take a deep breath at how full you felt with him inside you. God, you wanted to hate this man for stretching you like this but you found yourself addicted to this feeling.

Ari started to move above you, in and out at a firm pace. Every time he pushed back inside you chanted his name like a prayer.

“Ari… Oh god, right there…” You watched as his cock moved in and out of you. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his muscular waist as he continued to take you apart.

“That’s right sweetheart, say my name. Let everyone in this building hear you.” His hips snapped against you as he fucked you hard and fast. Your moans and chants of his name mixed with his groans. Rougher and quicker his body moved above yours. Your fifth orgasm was building once again as your heels dug into his firm ass. “Give me one more. Just one more.” His right hand moved to your clit and he rubbed it in firm circles.

That’s all your body needed as you came again hard. Your walls squeezed his cock triggering his release as he painted your cervix white. Ari slowly pulled out of you and untied your wrists. He looked over your wrists and ankles before he headed to your bathroom to grab a washcloth. Once he cleaned you, you both snuggled under the covers together. You couldn’t help but smile at how good you felt. His hand softly rubbed your back as you snuggled closer against his firm body.

“Is that everything you wanted sweetheart?” He asked.

“It was everything I wanted and so much more. It was exactly how I dreamed of it.” You sighed against his chest.

“Well just let me know sweetheart when you get another fantasy you want to play out and I will be more than happy to play along,” Ari smirks as you grin up at him.

“Deal. Maybe next time we can try a breeding kink.”

“Now sweetheart I’m all ears for this."

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berberriescorner · 7 months

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"Through It All"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: There aren’t many things that put Rio on edge. Most people see a calm, cool, and collected individual. Keeping a level head is his specialty. What happens when the person he loves most needs him to be strong for both of them? Get a glimpse of what it’s like seeing him hold someone down through thick and thin, in sickness and health. If you know, you know.

**PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND AUTHOR’S NOTE**

Warnings: Angst…like seriously. You’ll understand once you read the author’s note. This fic contains sweet, soft, fluffy Rio. The fic includes some of my crazy humor with a smidge of the character’s inner thoughts. If reading about gynecological procedures makes you uncomfortable, this may not be a fic for you. It doesn’t go into great detail, but it is mentioned and sheds a bit of light. If mentions of the ins and outs of fertility is a soft spot, please read with caution. It isn’t my intention to bring anyone down, but this story is based on parts of my own experiences. Again, the note will explain more.

Author/Personal Note: Okay. Where to start? So, as some of you may know throughout the past two years I’ve been getting cycles of iron infusions. This year, after making several complaints and an ER visit or two. I had an ultrasound performed, which led to me getting surgery months later (the procedure I had done recently). I’ve been spending my days at home recovering, and it’s given me time to reflect. Damn, it’s been a rough couple of years, but I’m so thankful through it all. It’s difficult having a plethora of health issues. This situation put so much added stress on top of it all. As a woman, hearing you have a fibroid. Learning it’s best to get it removed to protect your fertility is scary as hell. You get it done, get sent home, and though you have loved ones taking amazing care of you. It’s still a difficult, challenging process. At times, it’s lonely. No one but you can fully wrap your head around the emotions and feelings the body is going through. It’s pretty wild.

Anywho, sorry y’all. Let me stop rambling and get to the point. We all know how overactive my imagination is. Being stuck in bed, my mind has been wandering. I thought to myself why not take this experience and channel it into a fic. I’m hoping that this will also be a comforting story to anyone who’s been through the same experience. Here is a look at how I envision Rio taking in the experience with his lady. I plan to write at least two more parts for this. Happy reading my lovelies! I wrote this on a whim, in celebration of my birthday, so ignore the grammatical errors my loves. I may come back and do some more editing. Depends on how I’m feeling.

Word Count: 1,800+.

Inspired By💜:

Random fun fact: Toni Braxton and I have the same birthday😆. Happy Birthday, Queen💓.

Everything was still as a deafening silence fell across the room. It was as if each occupant was afraid to utter a single word. Your mother pretended to distract herself with a Kindle book as your father paced the floor quietly. They’d share a glance each time they checked their watch, smiling at one another in comfort and reassurance.

Then, together, they directed their attention toward the chair in the far right corner. It was tucked in a tight corner next to a window, giving little relief and comfort to your husband, Rio. He, too was anxious, but no one would ever know it. He was always able to still his facial features. Never one to give his emotions away. The only person who could read him wasn’t in the room. You were on the other side of the building and the reason for your families’ nervousness. No longer able to stand the constant glances and silence, Rio stood from his seat. He released a breath, rubbing his palms against his jeans. Turning to your parents, he stated, “I’m going to grab a quick cup of coffee from the cafeteria. Would you two like something?”

Your mother, a gentle, nurturing soul, responded for both of them.

“No, baby. We’re fine. Don’t worry. I’ll come find you if we receive news.”

Rio ducked away in a vacant spot in the cafeteria, hands folded over top of the steam of the coffee. He searched for peace and solace until a jolting vibration exploded in his jacket pocket. Fumbling for the phone, he answered without looking.

“What they say ma-. Oh, my bad. Wassup? Everything good?” Rio listened patiently before snapping. “You know this is something you could’ve handled yourself, right? I don’t have time for the three stooges bullshit today.”

He instantly felt a slight pang of guilt. Rio realized that the stress and worry of his current situation were influencing his mood. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed. Inhaling, he continued, “My bad bro. She’s been in for three hours, and it’s got me tweaking. Nobody’s giving us any damn answers. It’s a non-invasive procedure, but it’s still considered major surgery. I just need to hear she’s good.”

“It’s all good, boss. I know you’re worried about wifey. She’s a strong woman. Boss lady’s going to be alright. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. Call me as soon as you know something,” Mick responded.

“You're right. Thank you for holdin’ shit down.”

He laid his phone on the table, burying his face in his hands. The last few moments he spent with you were on repeat in his mind. Rio returned to the present, hearing the chair opposite him slide backward. His eyes connected with your father’s, and he readied himself for wherever the conversation would go.

It was no secret that the two hadn’t always seen eye to eye. The two men sat for several minutes before your father started speaking.

“I’ll be honest with you, man. You’re not at all what I envisioned for my daughter.”

“You seriously want to have this conversation right now?”

“Now wait, son. Let me finish.”

Hold up. It’s son now? Where is this going? It didn’t even sound disrespectful. It doesn’t sound like he’s trying to play me on some sucka shit. I’ll hear him out.

Rio nodded his head, giving your father the floor.

“I may not know all you do for a living, son, but I know you’ve managed to make a comfortable and safe life for my baby girl. When it comes down to it, that’s what I’ve always wanted for her. It took me some time to come to terms with it, but I know, without a doubt, that you’re doing everything in your power to make her feel protected and loved. Let me just say what I’m getting at,” he chuckled. “You’re good at hiding it, son, but I know you’re worried. Hell, so are we, but that’s alright.”

Rio’s head dropped, shoulders slumping. He took the opportunity to be vulnerable finally. Your father’s acceptance allowed him the space to do so. He felt a comforting grip land on his shoulder. Your father finished, “Baby girl is going to be alright, son. With all your love and support, she’ll be back on her feet soon. Now, you take a few more moments to yourself. Don’t be surprised when her momma wraps you up in a big hug when you head back. She’s worried about her favorite son-in-law.”

Rio chuckled, “I’m her only son-in-law, sir.”

“Even better. You ain’t gotta share. That sweet woman sure knows how to smother people in love.”

“You’re daughter is the same way. It’s one of the many things I love about her.”

“Which is why you understand my reasons for being so guarded. That’s my baby girl. Enough with that ‘sir’ shit too. Call me pops. My son may not like that, but I get a kick out of irritating him anyway. He’s overprotective of his sister.”

“Y’all gon’ try to take me out if I ever mess up, huh?”

“What I look like snitching on myself? Let’s not ever get to that bridge, son.”

The two men shared a laugh, but everything turned serious when they saw your mom power walking towards them. Rio's heart began thudding in his chest.

“Ma, what’s wrong? Did-.”

“Relax, sugar,” she cooed, rubbing a hand against both men’s arms. “The nurse said the doctor should be ready to talk to us in about fifteen minutes. Let’s head back to the waiting room.”

Fifteen minutes came and went. Your mother couldn’t help but crack a smile at both men. They both started fussing about how long the surgeon was taking. She felt sorry for the man once he approached them. The doctor, attempting to apologize, was cut off by an impatient Rio.

“You good, doc. We understand these things take time, but excuse us for being anxious. We were under the impression this would be about an hour-long procedure. How’s my wife?”

The surgeon explained himself. “That’s what we anticipated, but the process took longer. Your wife’s last ultrasound a few months back showed a fibroid the size of a plum. Sadly, it grew to the size of an orange, which would explain why things grew more difficult during her last few cycles. However, you’ll be happy to know that we managed to do it laparoscopically, and everything looks great. She’s being taken to recovery now, but we’ve decided to keep her overnight.”

All three of your family members asked, “Why is that,” in unison.

“We just want to keep an eye on her for the next twenty-four hours. Given gas was used to see things more clearly, we’d like to monitor her. We’ll need to see that she gets up and walks to get things flowing. I just want to be sure she gets it moving out of her system. Also, since she’s anemic, we just want to be extra careful. I promise everything went well, and she should be ready to go in the morning.”

Each family member felt at ease. The trio waited for an invitation to your recovery room. Though he wanted to be the first person you saw when you woke up, Rio encouraged your parents to go first. The two visitors' only rule irritated them all.

Your eyes fluttered open, and your parents laughed at the slurred responses given to your nurse. Your parents took turns kissing your forehead, expressing encouraging words. Your father, now at ease, left the room in search of Rio.

“You might want to hurry back there. She’s still a bit loopy. Baby girl has been asking the nurse, where my husband? You got my baby acting ratchet in this hospital,” he joked.

“Aye, she was like that when I met her,” he laughed, walking towards recovery.

Rio slid behind the curtain, laying eyes on the most precious sight. You were in bed, laid back, eyes closed, singing off-key as your mother held your hand, laughing. The nurse stepped beside him, giving a small giggle.

“She’s been looking for you. Ma’am, the man of the hour is here.”

Your eyes popped open as you halted the song. “My husbannnd! Hey baeee,” you winced, given the pain and having a hoarse voice.

“Mama, you back here wildin’ ain’t you? How’s our little patient doing, ma,” he directed toward your mom.

“Crazy as ever. This girl opened her eyes, looked at me, and called herself whispering. Loud as ever, she asked me if she still had a uterus. Her daddy would’ve turned red if he were capable.”

They both shared a laugh as you did your best to shrug shoulders. Wanting to give you two privacy, your mom went to sit in the waiting room. Rio turned to you, holding your hand. His lips brushed across your knuckles, and he shivered at how cold they were. Wrapping his hand around yours, he tried warming the digits.

“My momma ain’t answer my question though,” you mumbled, eyes closed.

Rio smiled, “What’s that now, mama?”

“My uterus. Sis still in there, right?”

“Yes, darlin’. What makes you think it’s not?”

“I signed them papers, man. In the event of a ‘mergency, they were going to take shawty,” you sassed, words still slurring.

Rio did his best to hold back a cackle. Clearing his throat, he replied, “Mama, you straight. Everything went according to plan. There was no emergency. The fibroid is out. It was bigger than expected. That’s why it feels like you were out for a while.”

“Aight bet. So when we making babies,” you asked, wincing again.

“First off, sit still, mama. Your body is pretty sore right now.”

“Baby, I’m drugged up! I don’t feel nothin’.”

“Second. You’ll be recovering for four to six weeks. You’re not going to be in any type of mood for all that. I believe the surgeon said no sex for two to three weeks. No babies for at least six months, darlin’. They just sliced your uterus open and stitched it back together, mama,” he explained, running his thumb across your lip.

He laughed at the pout etched on your face. Rio caressed the side of your face, kissing you gently. “On some real shit. I was worried out my mind over you, mama. I’m so glad you’re good. You’re my world. The clock kept ticking, and I was about to lose it.”

Your eyes connected with his, “I’m right here, papa. I’m good. We gonna be good. No matter what,” you whispered. Even through the drugs and drowsiness, you could feel his angst. Rio could read between the lines. He knew what you were trying to communicate. It had been on both your minds heavily. Your eyes connected with his. Rio saw the unshed tears you were holding back, and he swallowed hard, nodding his head in agreement. No matter where this path led, Rio knew, in his heart, that he loved you with everything in him.

Baby or not, we’ll still feel fulfilled and happy. My life’s purpose is to love and give you the world.

This piece was both personal and therapeutic for me to write. I truly hope you all enjoyed it. Please be sure to comment and reblog, it's appreciated. Now I'm about to go eat some birthday cake and read some amazing fan fiction😆.

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vellichor-of-the-solivagant · 6 months

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How to Plant Snapdragons (pt. 4)

Task Force141 + König + Keegan x Female Criminal!Reader (except Captain Price, because he'll be like a father to the bunch, and König and Keegan won't appear until later on in the story)

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Captain Price confronts you but he ends up wanting to cut off his eardrums instead.

You are currently reading Chapter 4. Here is Chapter 3 and the Masterlist!

CONTENT WARNING: Strong Language, Mentions of violence and smut (if you squint) WORD COUNT 3.1K

Your forehead was planted on the wall before you, slanting your whole body underneath the running shower. Warm water unraveled your skin and you watched the drops fall to the white tiles beneath you, eyes following the flow until the drain.

Then your eyes shifted to the annoying fucking beeping monitor around your ankle. It beeped and lit repeatedly, as though mocking you that you had nowhere to go and the bald eagle had his shackles on you.

You grumbled, raking your fingers on your wet locks and pulled. "Fuck you, Shepherd. I hope your pinky toe hits a table and you die in pain!" You exclaimed, throwing punches in the air until you extended too far and slammed your fist on the wall.

You whimpered in pain and held your hand, crouching down on the floor. "Ah, shit. You fucking dumbass," you cursed at yourself.

You winced as your knuckles throb. You gazed at it, furrowing your brows and scrunching your nose at its redness. It didn't look like you broke a bone, but they surely would bruise later.

You sighed at your stupidity and remained crouching on the floor, eyeing the fallen strands of your hair coiled on your toes.

Was it necessary for Shepherd to humiliate you in front of the Task Force? Then again, your decency had long been thrown to the sewers and never to be seen again. Eh, maybe the scary fucking shit of a clown was taking care of your decency while he was taking a bath with the water mixed with piss and diarrhea from people's toilets in those canals, just like how he took care of children.

Not.

The General was merely a sadistic son of Gollum with a God complex. Seemingly a good guy but would throw his soldiers on the battlefield like chess pawns and replaceable toys he had gotten on Target on a Tuesday night in a bob cut wig, a cow onesie, and platform heels while taking a swig from the bottle of Bourbon he stole from the shelves.

Then, he’d play with them like a kid throwing toy tanks around, an awful whirring sound coming out of his throat like a goat going 'BLEEEEEEEAAAUGHHHH RATATATATA RATATATA!' as gun noises, lining up his green plastic soldiers like from Toy Story to go on war with Barbies and dinosaurs he stole from his neighbors.

Then, on his prissy little walk, he found another toy on the road.

You.

The bitch-ass scoundrel of an egghead caught you, only to throw you out and let his lap dog handle you (at least, his dog was better).

You were sure Gaz had noticed your hands and Soap had felt the way you shuddered earlier today. Price had kept his gaze on Shepherd, eyes narrowing the whole time, and Ghost, with the way he went around the table so he could observe every inch of you.

It would be more surprising if these people said to be dangerous as hell, failed to notice your stiffness the whole time you talked with the old man.

But that was the plan.

You wiggled your toes to remove the hair and stood up, a smile appearing on your lips as thoughts hit your mind.

You began to remember some scenes in BL manhwas you had read before, specifically taking place in the shower, where the top would be running his hand on the bottom's thighs and—

And . . .

AND YOUR FREAKING DRAWINGS WERE IN PRICE'S OFFICE!

You turned the shower off. "Shit." You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around you. "Shit, shit!" You hauled another towel and wrapped it on your head.

You rushed out of the bathroom, almost slipping on the floor because of the water droplets, then padded towards your closet. You only had a few pairs of clothes with you, most of them were bought by Kate when she was looking after you.

You slipped on a hoodie that you had to fight Laswell to let you bring and cargo pants, but the ankle monitor was a bitch and wouldn't let you tuck in your pants. In the end, you just folded up the hem of the pants above the monitor and did the same to the other.

If only you weren't going to the Captain's office, you would have worn shorts that you were required to wear for physical training. But rules were equally a bitch and you weren't allowed to do it. Because bruh, they didn't know the struggles of someone with a bigass ankle monitor that would go wee-woo wee-woo! like goddamn ambulance whenever you set foot outside the building without Soap slamming on you as if you were in a bloody wrestling match.

But then again, people here weren't criminals (or maybe they had already committed a crime, but no one caught them doing it), and you had no right to complain about how things go.

You slammed the door open and screamed at the person before you. "Jesus!" Before you knew it, your palm planted on the person's face, making them stumble back upon impact. Only when a hat landed on your feet and the person brought their hand to their cheek, did you realize it was Price, who stared at you with an open mouth and wide eyes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA—" You dropped to your knees and clasped your hands. "Oh my god, sir, captain, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" You cried and dipped your head low. "Please, don't bring me back to Shepherd!"

"That's not . . ." His low voice trailed off as he gazed down at you, frowning at how you didn't even hesitate to kneel before him, as though you had done this before.

What the fuck did Shepherd do to you?

He sighed and reached down to you. "Get up, young lady—"

"Didn't know ye were into havin' someone on their knees before ye, sir," a deep voice in a thick Scottish accent echoes from the hallway.

You and Price turned to where the voice came from, and in a blink, the captain dashed towards the sergeant, giving him a good knee on the stomach.

A couple of flashes went off as Soap coughed in pain. Behind him, Gaz and Ghost had their phones out.

Aye, ladies and gentlemen, the dangers to be reckoned with, Task Force 141!

You cupped a hand beside your mouth and shouted, "Well fucking deserved, macrooster!"

"Hah?!" Soap whipped his head in your way, eyes bulging out. "What'd ya call me?!"

"I said, do better, Mactavish!”

"That's not what ya said!"

“Why are you three here?” Price questioned, pulling Soap back up to his feet.

“We’re going to ask her to play Uno with us,” Gaz answered, walking past them and sauntering towards you. You flashed him a soft smile, which he returned and extended a hand to you. You grabbed the Captain’s hat by your feet and clasped Gaz’s hand, letting him pull you up as though you weighed nothing. You put Price’s hat on him, tilting it down to hide his eyes, making a low laugh leave his lips. “C’mon now, hun.”

Ey, wadafak?

Did this guy—dead-ass beautiful guy, who was definitely the Captain’s favorite son, one who still hadn’t strangled the shit out of you, which you wished he would do already so you could feel his thighs and biceps and pecs—called you hun? Oh, you’d suck his dick right now, leave kisses on every inch of his body like your life depended on it, moan his name, and let him have you in the way he wanted until all the walls were white.

But that would be bad. Real bad. Because: One, Shepherd would lock you up again. Two, Shepherd would paint the room red with your blood. Three, you’d be Phillip Grave’s slave again. Four . . . 141 would hate you.

You were used to being told flattering words and getting cat-called, and most of the time, it didn’t end well. For them.

But Gaz, well, he could get away with it, and Soap.

Price raised a brow. “Where’d you get . . .”

“Confiscated it from the rookies.” Soap rubbed his stomach and frowned at the reddened spot shaped like a hand on the older man’s cheek. “What happened to yer face, Cap’n?”

You averted your gaze, which Gaz noticed as he fixed the hat on his head. A small smirk appeared on his lips, knowingly eyeing you.

"Nothing." Price cleared his throat and marched back to you, followed by Soap and Ghost, who you realized was holding a small cardboard box.

Was that filled with Uno cards they confiscated or something?

Pushing the thought back, you looked up at the Captain. "Uh, I apologize, sir, but may I ask what brings you here?"

"I want to have a word with you," he replied immediately, causing his soldiers to raise their brows in question. "Preferably in private." He nodded at the dark, empty hallway behind him.

“Oh, if that’s an order coming from you sir,” you nodded, “then of course.”

Price shook his head. “Not an order, but I deem it more important.”

You calmly nodded, keeping your eyes at the intensity of his gaze. “Of course, sir.”

Price turned to the rest of his team and patted Soap’s shoulder. “You can play Uno later. I won’t keep her too long.” With that, he glanced at you as a sign to follow him and marched away.

You shot a smile at the three, before jogging after the Captain. He kept a steady pace, not fast to let you keep up with his big steps yet not slow, so it wouldn’t take long to where he wanted to lead you which was definitely not his office. Only your footfalls could be heard in the hallway, whereas in the daytime, it was usually bustling with soldiers. You stared at his broad back and heaved out a sigh. Somewhat, you had a feeling of what the conversation would be.

“Frankly, I don’t trust you,” he said, deep voice echoing in the hallway along with your footsteps.

You couldn’t help but smile at his back. Goddamn, straight to the point.

“We do not know where you’re from, you have a criminal record, and we’re not sure why Shepherd put you in my Task Force.” He halted before a door, turning to you in a blink that you almost bumped into him if you hadn’t reacted fast enough. “But there must be a reason why he called you a ‘tool’.”

You pursed your lips, sighing again. You shook your head and met him directly in the eyes. “I’ll also be frank, sir. I hate being called a ‘tool’. I am human, just like the rest of you, although I may be different from the kind of people you were used to being around. I can’t blame you for being suspicious and untrustworthy. But I assure you, I am here to work.”

His eyes narrowed. “Work?” He repeated. “Work for Shepherd as his spy? Work to foil our missions? Work to assassinate the Task Force?”

You simply stared at him. “No, sir. I’m here to help you.”

“Oh, but the Task Force is enough without you,” he said, watching your unwavering gaze. During the past week, he had observed you from the sidelines, not getting as close as the three did but still laughed along with the rest of you at the right times. Your laid-back demeanor, smiles and laughs seemed genuine, yet he couldn’t see what your eyes had beheld and couldn’t discern what circles in your mind. But he was sure of one thing, those weren't the eyes of a mere criminal.

“I . . . I mean, if we do the math, five is better than four in quantity—but I guess, you’re talking about quality and yeah, I’ve heard enough stories about why Task Force 141 is dangerous,” you rambled, shrugging.

He almost pulled a face had he not remembered this was technically an interrogation. Why on earth were you talking about math?

He leaned down a bit. “If I happen to know you’re here to bring harm to us, I’m telling you now,” he paused and pointed at you, “you’ll wish you’re dead.”

He then swiftly turned and opened the door, a range welcoming your sight.

You had heard of threats like that a few times before. It was certainly overused, but it never got old, because either it became true or it became a laughable warning to those who couldn’t make it true.

You had heard Shepherd and Graves state that while you were on a chair, hands, and ankles bound in chains on a chair in the middle of a small, dimly lit room with roaches and spiders partying around. You could remember the screws, pliers, and other tools scattered on the floor, creating clangs each time they were dropped, splattering blood on the floor. And every time they did, all they could hear after was a wheezy laugh from your lips, commenting on how cheap they were to use those tools.

But this time, you couldn’t laugh.

Because this man just let you stand before him and let you walk behind him as if he didn’t even consider you could stab him in the back. He didn’t back away when he had a pocket knife peeking out of his pockets that you could simply grab and drive to his throat, then go for the rest of his team.

It should have been laughable, and yet, you admired him for not keeping you restrained for not knowing what you knew and could do. You admired him for being head-on, instead of making you hear a bland-ass monologue that could make you sleepy like some kid.

You admired him for his words that meant he'd kill for the safety of Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.

Now this was a gamble you were willing to take on.

“By the way, sir,” you followed him in, “are you going to make me your target? I don’t think I can dodge all the bullets you’re going to fire at me.

He pulled a face, his nose scrunching. “No.”

“Are we having a competition? I like competitions.”

“. . . No.”

“I thought you said this won’t take long, sir. It’s been eight minutes and forty-nine seconds, fifty seconds, fifty-one—”

For the first time in his life, Jonathan Price wanted to slam his head on a concrete.

The plane descended on the runway and brought harsh, cold winds slashing in every direction, beating the falling snow out of the way.

You sat on the hood of the jeep Price used to bring the group, feet swinging back and forth and watching the plane turn. You gathered your hair in a couple of French braids, before tying them into a bun. You had worn a headset, given by Captain Price, but that wasn't enough to keep your ears from the cold, unlike the rest of your body covered in layers of thick clothes, but still light enough to move around swiftly.

You kept your gloved hands in the pocket of your jacket, pursing your lips as the blades of the plane came to a stop. A stair was placed in front of the door before it slid open and a familiar man climbed down.

Phillip Graves, the Shadow himself.

Blond hair parted from the left as usual, but instead of a shirt, he had worn a jacket under his vest to fight off the cold. He still had the fucking collar microphone thing around his neck, though. Like a good dog.

Price walked forward, meeting the commander halfway, and extended a gloved hand towards him. "Graves, good to work with you again."

"Likewise, Captain." Phillip gave his hand a shake, before quickly taking his own back, and shot a glance at you. "Hope someone isn't making your life a living hell."

Price chuckled, his breath coming out as white puffs. "No, not really."

"Well, don't expect it to last." The Shadow scoffed and walked over to your direction with the Captain. Without batting an eye this time, he greeted the Sergeants and Lieutenant, shaking their hands, patting their shoulders as though they were brothers-in-arms.

You huffed at the friendly smile on his face, kind of glad to have a new person (not really) to annoy around, and shifted your gaze at the men in black following out of the chopper.

You grinned, eyes turning crescent, but just as you hopped down from the hood to run towards them, a hand grabbed your arm. You faced Ghost, who stared at you in silence, but that was enough to tell what he wanted to say. "I'm just going to greet the Shadows," you said.

"I don't think they like to talk with ya," Ghost claimed, his eyes shifting to the contractors who all remained standing at the bottom of the stairs. He let go of you. Or maybe, they didn't want him to talk to them. Could be both, though.

"Your sinister face is enough to greet them," Phillip declared, swiveling to you with a serious face.

You turned, mirroring his expression. "Nice to see you too, Phillip," you responded and raked your eyes from his face and down to his boots. You painted a smile on your face, bringing your gaze up to his face. "Have you been working out? It seems you've gotten bigger." You stepped forward and put a hand on his arm. "Can't wait to have you under me again."

The Task Force and Graves simultaneously furrowed their brows upon hearing your words, a question going in their brains. Wadafak?

Soap couldn't help but stare at your condescending smirk with his lips slightly parted in disbelief. What the actual fucking fuckity fuck? Did he hear that right? Did you actually shag this American? Well, not that he was concerned, but it seemed you didn't have a good relationship with him considering the way you tensed up before Shepherd and Graves' mere pictures back at the meeting a couple of days ago. Wait—were you actually into Graves instead but the man was so devoted to the General and you hated that? Bloody steaming Jesus.

Graves shook off your hand and stepped away, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t touch me."

"Okay." You backed away to Ghost's side, waving a hand and pulling a face. "Sensitive."

"Are we boarding the same vehicle?" Gaz questioned, turning the attention to him.

"Yes, General Shepherd said it would be better if we discuss the mission more thoroughly," Graves immediately answered, gesturing at the plane. "Currently, one of mine is piloting it.”

"Good," Price nodded in acknowledgment and walked away. "Let's get going, 141."

It was nice to hear him refer to you as part of the group, but you knew it was just a facade he decided to keep after the gamble you took a couple of nights ago.

And he made one thing clear, share the prize or pay the price.

The Chapter 5 is here!

You can also read the series on AO3 here!

Taglist: @yyiikes, @the-faceless-bride, @sae1kie, @sarahedwards16

Note: EARLY UPDATE FOR Y'ALL CUZ IT'S MY BDAY!!! Ngl, I'd let Gaz rail me because it's Gaz (look at Elliot Knight, guys, man's fucking beautiful). Also, we're adding Keegan.

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sadhornydemons · 6 days

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#in honor of yours truly becoming extra ancient today #helluva boss #birthday #stolas #stolas goetia #it's my birthday #my birthday #gif

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sunshine--void · 1 month

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🍎🏵️⭐🐛🐾🍰💌🦋

It's my birthday!

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🍎🏵️⭐🐛🐾🍰💌🦋

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the-last-panqueque · 2 months

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Un Bracolo, porque son mi ship favorito de Countryhumans y es mi cumpleaños!!! 🩷❤️🍰❤️🩷 Mi regalo de mi para mi XD jajaja, además hace demasiado no los dibujaba! La verdad me gustaría haber podido dedicarle más tiempito, pero quería publicarlo antes de que me cogiera la noche.

Espero les guste!!!

-PQQ

#countryhumans #fanart #countryhumans colombia #countryhumans brasil #countryhumans brazil #countryhumans bracolo #countryhumans brasil x colombia #i'm sad #it's my birthday #but i feel lonely #whatever #i'm okay

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burn-fire · 1 month

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Pucci Lavmin birthday drawing 3/25

My twin is here

Ah, I too want to eat cake all day and watch some phycological effects of cannibalism, but sadly that isn't the case and I'm not happy...

Me at 1:00 pm today

#pucci lavmin #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #birthday #it's my birthday #exams #i hate this #i want cake

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thestarswithinthesewalls · 7 days

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Hero X Villain Birthday Edition

Villain let out a deep sigh as the walked into their lair. That day had been rough. Their little scheme that they'd been planning ended up turning into a big scheme due to some unknown information that had made itself known during the mission.

Let's just say chaos ensued.

Villain should've just gone home and crashed into their bed but no; they somehow convinced themself that they still had enough energy to complete the work they were supposed to complete earlier if the mission didn't take as long as it did. Now, they were feeling it.

The squeak of the chair could be heard as villain sat heavily in their desk chair with a huff. Only after a few seconds did it catch their eye. A wrapped box with a pretty orange bow on top that contrasted beautifully with the purple gift wrapping. Villain's favorite colour. A letter sat beside it reading,

"𝑻𝒐 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏"

Villain stood to admire the amazing work on the wrapping. Everytime they wrapped something, or tried to, it came out looking like they did it with no fingers. A cellphone once got mistaken for a hockey stick.

How? Don't ask them.

A box of this size shouldn't alerted them the second they walked into the room. Another testament as to why they need to call it a day and just go home.

Villain decided to open the letter addressed to them first. Written in the same same neat cursive as the address was a note that read:

"𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏,

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝑨𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑'𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑺𝒆𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍."

Villain could even hear the sigh the hero let out when writing that.

"𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔.

𝑿𝑶𝑿𝑶

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐~"

There were a million things Villain should be thinking of right now. Like how Hero got into their lair or how they just insulted everything about it, or how Hero even knew it was Villain's birthday, but instead, all Villain could think about was,

"Generous?" Villian snorted. "Yeah, right."

Villain opened the box to see the golden ring with its holy engravings. The amethyst jewl shing bright in the light. Villain's favorite colour, but Hero knew that. It's the same ring Villain's team wanted to get for Villain's birthday, but due to unfortunate circumstances, couldn't. To say they were bummed would he an understatement, but Villain ensured them that it was the though that counted and instead went out to dinner with them.

They put the ring on and watched it glimmer in the light.

Maybe being Hero's wasn't so bad.

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It's my Birthday🎂🎁🎈🎉🥳🎊

So decided to write a birthday themed prompt today!!!

#writing #hero #villain #hero and villain #hero x villain #writing prompt #writer #it's my birthday

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moondrop-gummies · 2 months

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It’s my birthday! 🥳 🎉

Here are my favorite TWST birthday messages this year! Pt. 1!

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #cater diamond #trey clover #ruggie bucchi #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #it's my birthday

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sp00ky-p00ky · 7 months

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The Birthday Fit! (I'm wearing pajamas now though 😆)

#personal #it's my birthday #birthday outfit

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antiomnia · 2 years

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Today is my birthday! Since I didn't prepare anything specific, I'll repost some of my favorite art I've done this last year ♪(´▽｀)

#obey me #obey me fanart #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #fanart #it's my birthday #antiomnia

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barleyo · 10 months

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Birthday Bitch.

Recombinant Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hello, lovelies! My birthday is tomorrow, the 15th, so I wrote this little self-indulgent piece to celebrate. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading! Wordcount: 2K

Tags: birthday sex, p in v, alcohol mention, drinking, fingering, oral (f receiving), sex in nature, semi-public sex (?)

The base’s mess hall was mostly empty in the later hours of the night, as people either had work to continue or dorms to go to. Very few stragglers could be found out there at those times.

(Y/N) was one of them, slowly sipping away at a bottle of alcohol, not bothering to pour it out into a separate cup, instead lifting the entire bottle straight to her red-stained, smudged lips, the last of her makeup fading away. She had taken a seat in the corner of the hall, sitting alone in a booth until a familiar, large body sat down next to her out of nowhere.

“Booze from Earth, huh, science puke? Must be a special occasion.”

“Ah, Colonel Quaritch? Oh, uh, yeah, a couple of friends wrangled some up,” (Y/N) said, looking up at the blue man.

She didn’t know him extremely well, interactions limited to tagging along on certain trips with the Recombinant team to enhance her studies of Pandora’s fauna and flora. However, it was not lost on her the slight favoritism he had shown her off the bat: holding the team up to wait for her while she collected samples, insisting on standing behind her to keep her safe as they explored the forests, hand falling to her shoulder to keep her steady when she tripped over her feet.

“Pretty rare on this planet, hard to ration out,” Miles grabbed the bottle, looking at the label. “The good stuff too, yeah? What’re you celebrating, girl?”

She sighed. “Just a birthday.”

“Looks like you’re here by yourself. Some party, (Y/N),” he teased.

“Yeah, don’t remind me.” she grabbed the bottle back from his grip and grimaced. She had enough for one night, her head was already aching, a sign of her hangover to come the following morning. “Y’want some?”

“Hm, sure.” Miles nodded and took it and finished what little was left in the bottle, tilting his carbon mask back up afterwards to take a small sip of air before removing it again. Sliding the empty bottle to the end of the table once he was done, he held his hand out to (Y/N).

“What?”

“C’mon, let’s get out of here. This ain’t no way to celebrate a birthday. Shit’s depressin’ me already.”

He pulled her up, grabbing her own oxygen mask and putting it on her. She stumbled a bit as she was pulled through the base behind him, unable to keep up with his longer legs and faster pace.

She felt a shiver go down her spine when the air outside hit her exposed arms and legs. Miles finally let go of her hand once they reached the outskirts of the base, surrounded by layers of trees and bushes.

“Quaritch, what are we even doing out here? It’s cold as hell,” (Y/N) said, watching him as he walked over to a tree.

“Toughen up, you big baby,” he said, waving her over to stand by him at the tree. “Y’like being out here, you always look so damn happy when you come with us on missions.” He took a small carving knife from the pocket of his cargos, flicking the blade out and etching at the tree’s bark.

“Uh, you really shouldn’t carve into the trees, you know,” she huffed lightheartedly, fogging up the front of her mask a bit.

“I’ll do what I want.” He hummed as he pulled his knife away from the tree, revealing what he carved.

“My initials?” She peered at the scraggly carving, making out two pale letters contrasting against the tree’s bark.

“Yeah, got your own tree now.” He put the blade back into his pocket, smirking at her reaction. “Bet your lil weirdo friends back in the lab’ll be jealous. Only girl on base with her own Pandoran tree.”

“Huh.” She traced her fingers over the markings, feeling the divots in the wood. “That’s actually pretty cool,” she turned around and flashed him a toothy smile, teeth glinting in the moon’s light. “Thanks, Colonel.”

“Miles. Name’s Miles. When we’re alone, at least. ” he held his finger up, tutting at her.

“Thanks, Miles.”

“Yeah, well, it’s nothin’, really.” He pulled off his dog tags and clipped them around her neck, adjusting the silver necklace for her. “Wanted to give you these too.”

(Y/N)’s hand cupped the cold tag, moving it between her fingers before she looked up at him.

“Hey, Miles?”

“Hm?”

“Why’re you bein’ so nice to me? I mean, not that I don’t appreciate it, but–”

“You’re the birthday girl,” he bent down to her height, hand on her shoulder. “Gotta be nice to a girl on her special day, don’t I?” His grin showed his sharp teeth.

“Guess so, but—”

“Hush up,” he gently pushed her down onto the forest floor, sitting down beside her soon after. “Always complainin’ about somethin’, you whiny little thing.”

She mumbled something incoherent in response and leaned onto his shoulder.

“Why were you sittin’ by yourself earlier?”

“Everybody was kinda busy, so I just thought I’d be fine on my own. Well, then you came along, and you weren’t busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you, birthday girl,” he mused, chuckling to himself. “We should head back inside, you ready to get goin’ now?”

She shook her head. “Can we stay a bit longer? Please?”

“Fine by me, it’s your day, ain’t it?”

“It is my day.” She laughed. “Thank you, handsome.”

Quaritch looked at her, smirk plastering his face. “Handsome, huh?”

“Got a problem with that? Can I not call you handsome?” She turned to face him too.

“Ah, ‘course not. You can call me whatever you want, darlin’.”

He pushed her down quickly, crawling on top of her. His arm rested by her head while his face hovered over hers. “Or should I say ‘gorgeous?’”

She opened her mouth to speak before Quaritch pulled her mask up and pushed his lips onto hers. She kissed back, wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He bit her bottom lip and pushed into her mouth with his tongue, snatching the air from her lungs until the burn was unbearable.

(Y/N) pulled her oxygen mask back down and took quick, greedy puffs of air. Her chest heaved up and down while she caught her breath. She knitted her eyebrows together, hearing Quaritch snicker up at her, now positioned between her legs.

“Miles, ‘s not funny,” she said, still huffing.

“Oh, it’s not? Consider this my apology then.”

Flipping her dress up to her stomach, Quaritch palmed her clothed mound, slowly working one hand over the fat of her thigh and one on the wet patch on her panties. He held eye contact with her the whole time.

His teeth met the band of her panties, gripping it and pulling them down. He pulled the panties down to her ankles with his mouth. After letting go of them, he licked his way up her leg. Starting at her calf, he let his textured, cat-like tongue catch on the skin of her inner-leg until he reached her thigh.

“Don’t tease me, please,” (Y/N) begged, running her hands through his hair then holding onto the back of his head.

“Be patient n’ give me time to show you how good I can make you feel.” His teeth grazed her inner-thigh, sinking into the flesh, leaving wet, splotchy, purple marks over the skin.

(Y/N)’s thighs slowly started to close, trying to move her body away from the stimulation; it had just started and it was already too much for her, but Miles’ strong hands spread her legs back open and held her still.

With her legs wide open, he pushed his head fully between them. His wide, flat nose bumped into her clit while his tongue made work of gliding over and into her slit. He soon moved away from her entrance and turned his focus to her clit, wrapping his lips over the bud and sucking on it, coating it with his spit and swirling it around in his mouth.

Pushing two of his long fingers in her, he scissored them to stretch her out.

“Ah– hurts s’bad…”

Still muffled by her cunt, Quaritch said, “I know, I know. Hold still.” He ran his tongue over her clit, swiping over the raw nub, sending (Y/N) over the edge. Her hips rose and bucked into his face, riding out her orgasm with strained moans flowing from her lips.

“There you go, it’s okay,” Miles said, one hand resting on her stomach while the other wiped her slick from his face. “Good job, girl.”

He propped himself to his knees and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his length out.

“Here, let me make you feel good now,” (Y/N) said, reaching out to wrap her hand around it.

Miles grabbed her wrist, gently but firmly pushing it back down.

“Can’t let you do that, baby. It’s about your pleasure tonight, you know better.”

Flipping her body around, Quaritch forced her to her hands and knees. He came up behind her and ran his hand over the plump curve of her ass and moved his hands to her hips. He slipped his dick between her cunt’s lips, coating himself with her wetness before pushing into her.

His fingers felt amazing, but they hadn’t done much to warm her up to the intense stretch that his dick sent through her walls. She gasped and bit her lip, holding back tears that pricked at her eyes while he split her open, pushing through her tightness with gritted teeth.

“Christ, relax, will you? Can’t hardly get up in you.”

He roughly bucked into her, fitting the majority of his length into her. Feeling himself sinking deeper into her, he leaned over her body, resting his head over her shoulder. He dug his teeth into the skin, fangs cinching into it the further he pushed into her heat.

“Oh my God.” It came out all as one word from her mouth, shaky and gasping. Her eyes tightly closed shut as she felt his dick twitch inside of her.

“Got me so hard it hurts n’ clenching around me like you’re tryin’ to choke my cock,” he said, grunting in approval. “Gonna loosen you up so good. Make sure you can take me next time, yeah?”

“Mhm, yes, gonna fit you so well,” (Y/N) babbled drunkenly, buzzed from alcohol and Quaritch’s body. “Just for you, Miles, ‘m all yours.”

He groaned, slowly turning his shallow thrusts into full strokes, the sound of skin slapping playing through the forest every time he pulled out and entered her.

Milky globs of arousal formed a ring on his blue dick while he fucked into her. (Y/N)’s yelps fanned the flames of Miles’ own arousal, structured thrusts turning into sloppy, needy movements.

Her scent paired with her wetness drove him nearly over the edge, deep growls forming in his chest, saliva pooling at his mouth.

“Look at you,” he said, wiping his mouth. “Got me drooling like a fuckin’ dog, so worked up over you, baby.”

A tightness grew in her stomach at his words, pricking at her entire body. Her fingers dug into the soft soil that she was facing, body stiffening up.

“M-Miles–”

“Go ahead, let me have it. Cum for me.”

Her walls clamped tightly over him, sucking him in deeper than either of them had thought possible. The flutter of her cunt over his dick sent Miles into his own release. Biting back down on her shoulder, hard enough to prick blood from the soft skin, he came.

Quaritch pulled out and sat (Y/N) down, watching as his cum trickled out of her onto the grass and soil in the forest.

“Fuck, you had me real worked up.” He pulled her pants up and pocketed (Y/N)’s panties, not caring that she saw. “Now,” he paused to bend down and take her into his arms, holding her over his shoulder, “ready to go?”

“Well, what time is it?”

He looked at the watch on his wrist. “11:11, baby. Make a wish,” he said, patting her ass teasingly.

“A wish? Oh, uhm…”

“How about round two?”

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