#recon fence | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

achromant · 2 months

Text

AND HERE WE ARE! My project for the gw2 'zine!

Featuring Baruhn, reflecting on his life so far, the challenges, the small sparks of joy, the horrors, loss and gain.

For clarification's sake; I did in fact plan to depict every stage of Baruhn's life, but uuh. File was already too big.

Might do a series of short comics (graphic novels?) though, because i fking love storytelling.

Let's look at my idiotic level of detail a bit, eh?

[Long Text Ahead]

Baruhn's story begins in the Plains of Ashford. An unsuccessful attempt to stem the tide of Ascalonian Ghosts leads to the demise of many year-long allies. Dozens of brave soldiers gave their life for a mere week of peace until the ghosts reformed. They always do. Soldiers don't.

Shaken in his faith in the Legions, the first seeds of doubt arise.

Until finally he found someone to trust with his pain. In a tavern at the edge of the Black Citadel, he gets to know this odd fellow, who is continuosly follow by the faint smell of sulfur. Although Baruhn knew where that path led, the warmth radiating from the old veteran in front of him was not only a physical, but an emotional one.

With the Three Legions busy with their internal quarrels, fighting over an empty promise, Baruhn took the first steps down a previously thought to be dark path.

Surprisingly, die Flame Legion was welcoming, their fires offered light and guidance, the embers igniting the skies like stars. Surely this was better than the cold metal over the Black Citadel.

Baruhn took to learning first, handling the small flames with ease after years of throwing fireballs at ghostly shapes. Then, he figured out how to teach, and that is where the real magic comes from. Nurturing a flame, protecting it from harsh winds, adding a bit of kindling and coal here and there. He even taught the more elusive ways of magic that wield smoke and ash.

Baruhn knew about the war, the countless lifes lost on the other side of the fence. But those were humans, and here he was among family.

That is, until he met Molly.

After a small recon mission that was assured not to be much of a hurdle, Baruhn found himself alone in a forest. The small fires he conjured for light and warmth only drew in the nearby villagers. Those with pitchforks and torches, with crude swords and a thirst for blood. He couldn't really bring himself to hate them, this was war after all. But at what cost are these battles to be won?

Trying to escape the villagers was a futile attempt. He sank to the ground, his own hot blood dousing the little flames beneath his weary head.

For some reason - maybe hope, maybe resignation - he forced open his heavy eyes, only to discover his wounds cleaned and bandaged with fragile white cloth. A small human girl, of all things in this damned forest, tried to help. Even in his weakened state, even with just one hand, Baruhn could have easily grabbed her and cracked her skull. But the only thing he did was listen. He listened to the ramblings of the small human, going on and on about faries made of leaves and gnomes of stone. She called him "bear".

When the villagers came, they saw the girl at his side. That was all it took for them to turn on her. She was to be executed like that beast that now slowly stepped in front of her. For the first time, Baruhn spoke to the girl. "close your eyes."

Fire roared, not red, not orange. not a warm, welcoming fire. Not one that belongs in a hearth, that thrives in the arms of a family. This was so much worse. This was years of inner conflict, of doubt, of closing his eyes on the other side of the fence. For the first time in his life, this was the only thing that he wanted to do, protect the little insignificant human behind him. Fire roared, and it burned wood and it burned flesh.

Baruhn picked up the little girl, she held tight to his horns, nestled in his mane. He ran for hours, years of military training finally useful. The little girl, Molly, lost her mother years ago. She burned in the fires of a war she tried to escape. "And your father? What about your family?", he asked between deep breaths. Molly was quiet for a while, then whispered, her voice barely audible, "My father burned today."

They stayed together, for quite a while. He protected her, and she, with her head full of stories, and a book full of dreams, protected him.

Things came, things went. Baruhn rejoined the High Legions, acting as a spy for Ash, keeping an eye on Iron and Blood.

Baruhn ultimately took on his role as Novice, then Archivist, then Commander. He helped during the struggles against Scarlet. A small flame here and there, some shrouding smoke, a well timed lightning strike. It was other people that finally defeated Scarlet, but he was always in the background, with all the small things at just the right time.

Mordremoth came, but with him new allies.

It was but a small tangent in the grand scheme of things. Watching the fragile sapling while waging war on the jungle itself.

Their relation was something more than friendship, something else than love. They were there for each other when they needed to be. Be it only to keep a flame burning or to banish the voices to the back of the head again, they walked the same path for a long time.

Tarir, the Egg. Aurene. A new flame entrusted to him, his to nurture, his to raise. A gamble, again. What if that little flame would some day devour the world? But Baruhn did, what he could do best. Teach.

Darker times came. Caudecus and the White Mantle. The raid on the Mursaat's prison. Then facing the last Mursaat himself.

Balthazar came, and in his wake a new kind of fire. A war, similar to the ones Baruhn had seen before, but still different. A war without a cause, war for war's sake. War against nature, against the world, like a child lashing out when there were none to help them up. Maybe Balthazar's flames were not too different from his.

After the festering swamp that Joko was, came the mountain, Kralkatorrik. Death was not a hindrance anymore, not for the Commander and his dragon. The story went as the story goes.

When it came to face the frost, the whispers, Jormag. Everything fell apart. Jormag pried into the deepest, darkest corners of Baruhn's life, dragged every doubt, small as it may have been, into the light. In the ice, every truth was warped, encased in whispers, in lies. It suffocated any hope and planted even darker seeds than anyone thought possible.

It was the spirit of the Raven that aided Baruhn. Even the black feathers of its wings were shimmering like rainbows in the moonlight.

A small piece stayed with him, just a fragment. Nevermore.

After that, the stars themselves. Astralaria.

So many stories that make a life, so many pieces. Every encounter, every step along the way is another fragment of the whole. People are made of other people, that is what it means to be alive.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #bit of a long read but nonetheless #thanks for reading <3 #furry art

208 notes · View notes

musashi · 10 months

Text

I Joined The Homophobic Linked Universe Discord Server So You Don't Have To

Hi Everyone! Wendy Musashi "Mu" RokettoMusashi here. You might know me as the bitch who wrote one good LU fic and then fucked off. One of the reasons I fucked off was because of rampant bigotry in this fandom, and hilariously enough that is also why I'm back.

Many of you may not know this, but I was a pro edgenetter internet troll back when I was in middle school. I eventually turned 14, and so that means I do not do that anymore, but I do still possess all the skills I had back then RE: infiltrating spaces not meant for me and causing problems, so I am now using it for good and to balance out my universal karma. Yippee.

Below is a google doc I made listing all known participants in the "LU/LOZ Safe Haven" server. It lists discord usernames, known tumblr usernames, and a few other websites like instagram and AO3 handles.

SOME GOOD NEWS: I am incredibly adept at sniffing out who is genuine and who is there to gather recon, and most of the people in this server are not homophobic. judging by their join dates, usernames, and very over-the-top "straightsonas," a ton of these people are doing the same thing I am. I think only about 5 of the users here are actually here to be homophobes.

Also in the google doc, I just straightup exported the entirety of their "perspectives" channel. This is the channel where they go to talk about more socially/politically charged stuff. I do not recommend reading it if you're easily triggered, but if you want to point and laugh at some of the insane shit these people believe AND feel vindicated in/be convinced of all the backlash they are receiving, I highly recommend it. If you are someone who is on the fence on if they hate they are receiving is justified, I think maybe starting here is a good idea to pull you off the fence.

Here is the doc containing everything I was able to find.

If you have any additional information (especially tumblr or any other social media URLS i missed) please drop me an ask.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #fuck with me #please reblog this

253 notes · View notes

touchtheinvisiblestars · 20 days

Text

Imagine Pope telling Benny you've gone missing while on a stakeout

"Come on man, why all the cloak and dagger?" Benny jibed, "you're going to have to tell us why we're here anyway. Why did we have to follow some ridiculous instructions to get here."

"'cause we're all probably being watched, I couldn't risk anything else going wrong with this mission."

"What do you mean?" Frankie questioned. The atmosphere suddenly got very thick and uneasy.

"I um, so-" Santiago paused, unsure of how to start.

"Spit it out Pope." Tom jumped in.

"Okay, so you know I mentioned the set timings they brought people in, under the cover of night so they had more privacy?" the silence continued, "so with them knowing who I am. I needed to bring in a face they wouldn't bat an eyelid at..."

All four men wore heavy set expressions, cogs turning in their minds at where Santiago was going with this. Benny shared a look with his brother. Not liking where this was going.

"So I called in some help. Just know I didn't force this okay. I asked for a favour."

"Christ man. Spit it out." Will snapped. Not liking how sheepish Santiago was acting.

"It's Y/N. Okay she was doing some night recon for me and two days ago she went radio silent. And we had a strict agreement to check in once every 24 hours. So I knew she was okay." Santiago blurted out.

"Are you fucking kidding?" Benny asked, not sure how to take the news.

"I can't tell you how much I wish I was Ben. I'm sorry."

All five men had a soft spot for you. Having known you for a number of years. Friendships had developed across continents with them. They all cared about your safety as they did each other. Spending time both on the battlefield and at home. You'd even moved cities to be closer to the group. Since then spending a huge chunk of your time with the Miller brothers. Well. One to be particular. Benny and you had a different kind of relationship. One that had never progressed from the gooey eyed longing looks at one another from across the pool table. Among every other place you guys hung out. You supported him ringside at every match. Cheering him on and giving him the push to fight just that little bit harder. Earning you the title of good luck charm after Bennys fourth win in a row once you started coming along.

Saying that you had a special place with all of the guys. You were a constant with Frankies family. Supporting his wife while Frankie had his drug charges cleared up.

You even introduced Will to his fiancée.

Tom had listened to your advice on how he would be able to start repairing his relationship with his daughter. Resulting in them going on their first dad-daughter camping weekend.

Pope had always been a bit of an enigma with the group. But you too had a special place with him. You helped him hash out many a crazy idea. Toning them down when he got too into the idea of taking down huge conglomerates widely known to be untouchable.

"Fuck. Where was she last supposed to reach you?" Benny asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"She always called my phone from a payphone just outside the market. At two o'clock. But that last two days I've heard nothing."

"Where was she staying?"

"At a hotel on the outskirts of town, room 203. Self catering kind of deal."

"Right, Fish and Will. Go to that payphone and see if there's any sign there. I'm going to stay put see if she turns up here. Benny-"

"Go to the hotel. Got it."

The boys sprung into motion. Grabbing what they needed and heading for the truck they arrived in.

"Benny, I'll drop you off at the hotel." Santiago offered, earning a nod from Ben.

He followed closely behind Santiago. Still on the fence about whether he should give him an earful in the car of the way.

"She better be alright."

"I know. You're gonna kick my ass if she isn't."

"Damn right. But I know you didn't do this on purpose."

The ride was pretty quiet from then on. Both men itching to get to the hotel to confirm their hopes.

Benny couldn't help but scan everyone's face as they passed. Hoping she would just appear on a street corner unharmed.

Pulling up in the car park to the hotel. Benny was out the door even before Santiago could turn off the engine. Scanning the room numbers he headed for the stairs. Taking them two at a time, he followed the descending numbers. 213, 212, 211... Round the corner to the side of the block. He continued, 206, 205, 204... Pausing as he locked eyes on 203. Bracing himself for the worst he reached to twist the door handle, light pressure made the already opened door swing fully open.

Letting out a quiet whistle. Signalling to Santiago, Benny reached for the pistol he had stashed in the back of his trousers. With the curtains pulled the room was dim, when he didn't immediately spot you his guard remained on high alert. The room didn't look trashed. But it didn't exactly look neat and tidy. There was some semblance of disarray.

Benny recognised your belongings though. The notebook you always scribbled in. The snacks you never went anywhere without. He even recognised one of his boxing sweatshirts in the messy bed.

Relaxing his stance, Santiago took over scanning the rest of the room. Benny looked through the ripped up paperwork on the bed, seeing you'd made notes about the targets for him. Santi headed for the bathroom, to cover all bases.

"Benny get in here now!" Santiagos voice jolted Benny out of his thoughts.

Preparing himself to see something he didn't want to, he practically ran into the bathroom. Almost tripping over a crouching Santi. Who was hovering over your unconscious figure slumped in between the wall and the toilet bowl.

#benny miller x reader #benny miller imagine #benny miller #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier

28 notes · View notes

catgirlforeskin · 1 year

Text

There’s been a trend in games lately, especially among open-world and rpg titles, to never tell a player “no.” In Fallout: New Vegas, you have a specialized character who has strengths and weaknesses, you cannot do everything. In Fallout 4, all players will have all things, it’s only a matter of choosing which you want first, and in Fallout 76, it’s a matter of how long you want to grind or pay real money for it.

Today this design style is so ubiquitous that even Halo, a series known for focused campaigns built around tightly-balanced setpieces and challenges, has devolved into the same formula. You can at a whim get any vehicle or weapon you want and take them to any number of cookie-cutter bases.

Even the recent Doom games let you use any weapon you want all the time so every level is a repetitive arena because having variety would require asking the player to try something new, and god forbid. Might as well make it open world next year, we did it to dark souls, why not here too

While this is far from new, Skyrim was notorious for it at the time, it really feels like every year more and more is sacrificed at the altar of “player empowerment,” and for what? How many rough edges do we need to sand off before every game is the same inoffensive sludge that players can trudge through for hours to pad engagement numbers in investor reports or allow it to be stuffed with microtransactions promising to ease the dull pain

The thing that sparked this was me thinking about the recent Ghost Recon games (wildlands and breakpoint) and why they don’t feel as satisfying to me as the older Tom Clancy games. They have more guns and gadgets and ostensible tools for tactical play than ever, but even on the hardest difficulty, they never require tactical play.

The most emblematic symptom of this is the Breaching Torch. It allows you to cut a hole through a chain-link fence and slip through. It’s a great idea in theory, if you choose to carry it, you have more freedom in entering and enemy base, or you can give it up for another tool and go through more limited chokepoints.

However, in my dozens of hours in the newest ghost recon, I’ve used it maybe once, because the bases are almost always so open anyway that it would be faster to just walk to the nearest natural gap in the fence than to make my own. It’s also, crucially, not an item that I would equip in place of something else, but something I can have infinite of, along with every other piece of equipment, through grinding.

And it’s a shame to see so many interesting series’ get watered down into the most monetizable, broad appeal husks of their former selves

352 notes · View notes

slutforsilverfoxes · 2 years

Note

OH MY GOD can you please write sierra six smut i will literally pay you

Here at the house of slutforsilverfoxes, your pleasure is our payment 🫡

A/N: I am so sorry this took 84 years to write but I hope it lives up to expectations. I rewatched the movie for the third (!) time last night and this man makes me absolutely feral. I hope y'all enjoy 🥰

Tags: @buckysboobs

___

You strolled rather leisurely down the streets of Prague, admiring the orange hues painting the sky from the setting sun, the slight spice of smoke and cannabis pervading your senses and reminding you of home. Or rather, what you once considered home. Did people in your field really have a place they called home?

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you deftly hopped over the wrought iron fence of your target's overly expensive mansion, making quick work of the hedge maze you had memorized the night before courtesy of aerial recon. You watched from the shadows at the entrance to the maze as, like clockwork, the evening protective detail swooped in to replace the day team. You had told Denny you'd take this op under one condition: the target's wife and child had to be out of the country. Less guards, less collateral. You may have given up your life and body to the CIA, but you would cling to your own perverse sense of morality until your dying breath.

Even if you were still tying up loose ends from the shitstorm Denny and Suzanne had let wreak havoc across Europe over a year ago.

Approaching the measly crew guarding the maze under the cloak of falling night, you slipped your trusty weapon from its holster, screwed on the silencer, and fired two shots within the span of mere seconds, the sound of thudding bodies overlapping as the guards dropped lifelessly to the pristinely trimmed grass. Confident that the coast was clear and the rest of the protective detail were at their stations inside the mansion, you glided across the expansive yard, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the cursive letter mowed into the lawn. You would never grow used to the hubris of men like this target, who wanted to remain quiet oligarchs but lived in the biggest houses with the most ostentatious gardens and obnoxious (read: ugly) artwork and enough money to brand their grass with the first letter of their last names.

Perhaps you were bitter, or perhaps they were compensating. Creeping along the exterior of the house, you decided both scenarios were equally likely.

A curse fell from your lips as the lights went out, cloaking you in complete darkness. Snagging the windowsill above you, you pulled yourself up to see that the interior lights were out as well, save for a measly glow in the nearby hallway presumably powered by a generator. You could hear shouting in the distance, your target’s security detail assessing the impending threat and gathering to protect the man who signed their paychecks.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end alerting you to a presence at your six. Either this person was shit at their job or they were a friendly. Letting your body drop to the ground as you whipped around, you hissed out, "Who are you?," gun trained on the spot dead center between a pair of striking eyes that, had you not been working an op, would’ve stolen the very breath from your lungs.

"That’s a loaded question. Who are any of us real-"

The man merely blinked as a bullet whizzed by his ear. Glancing at the chunk of wall gouged out inches from his face and then back at you, the ghost of a smirk flitted past his features. "So I should change our relationship status to It’s Complicated I take it."

"It’s only fair for me to inform you that I don’t give second chances. Who are you?"

"Consider me the cavalry. I support you on this op, you get the collar, take the credit, we never see each other again. Job well done by all parties considered."

You cocked your head to one side, your gun mimicking the angle. "You’re Sierra." It was a statement, not a question.

"Once upon a time," he conceded nonchalantly. Realization dawned on you and your eyes flashed with recognition. Sierra Six. The silent assassin. The Gray Man. Every agent had heard whispers of his infamy despite the fact that the Sierra program, let alone the man standing before you in the flesh, simply did not exist.

"They let you back in this city after the international stunt you pulled last time?" you asked wryly, one eyebrow raised.

"You think they know I’m here? You wound me." He had an easy way about him that was equal parts unsettling, given your shared line of work and his supposed nonexistence, and incredibly attractive. "So now that we've been acquainted-"

"Hardly," you interjected with a slight smirk of your own.

"-what's your plan to breach, Agent Y/L/N?"

"You’ve done your homework," you nodded appreciatively, your playful banter coming to a dead halt as his words soberly reminded you of the task at hand: assassinate the target, collect the drive, and eliminate anyone standing in the way of priorities one and two.

You explained the layout of the mansion to him, detailing the number of entries and exits, hidden corridors, and possible ambush sites. Deciding that you would begin in the east wing and gradually make your way across the mansion, Six eased his magazine into his semi-automatic with a satisfying click as you slid your knife out to play.

The two of you approached the nearest entryway, your back to his as he expertly picked the lock. The door swung open with a soft creak and you tapped his shoulder twice to signal you were ready to breach. "I’ve got your six," you muttered, trying and failing to hide your cheeky tone.

He threw a look over his shoulder and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face at his silent confirmation of your earlier deduction before you followed him down the hall, light on your feet.

You moved in a silent dance, perfectly choreographed without having to so much as make eye contact, his movements sharp, yours fluid, his bullets flying, your knife singing. It was complementary and harmonious and downright beautiful how your bodies morphed into a single killing machine. Within minutes, you had reached the opposite end of the villa and effectively incapacitated the entire peripheral security detail. Crossing back into the heart of the building, you flanked the large wooden doors leading to the massive study, your target’s home headquarters and his current hiding spot from the mayhem.

Swiping the flat of your blade across your thigh to remove the evidence of your previous triumphs, you smiled at your impromptu partner. "Ready for round two?"

He shot you a wink in response. "Let’s get loud."

The doors simultaneously flew open with a bang as your feet made contact with the heavy oak. A series of shouts, muzzle flashes, and expertly placed cuts later, your first task was complete.

Nonchalantly stepping over the bodies littering the floor, you asked, "So what inspired you to leave the glorious Cunt Incapacitators Anonymous?" You snapped a picture of your recently departed target for your employers’ confirmation, thumbs flying across the screen to encrypt the image.

Six quirked an eyebrow at you, the corner of his mouth imperceptibly matching its angle in amusement. "You’ve gotta workshop that one, kid."

"You understood what I meant so it’s not that bad," you rolled your eyes. "And don’t dodge the question."

"Palm trees," he answered simply, rifling through paperwork scattered across the desk before you.

You huffed in annoyance at his measured response. "Seriously? Clearly you haven’t retired."

"What is this, Y/L/N, twenty questions?" The rebuke was enough to have your mouth sheepishly snapping shut. "I’ll check his body while you scan the furniture."

"Hey," you grabbed his wrist as he reached for the breast pocket of the target’s suit, the juxtaposition of the rough fabric of his glove and his surprisingly soft skin sending a jolt of electricity through your body, "don’t forget this is my op. You’re the self-proclaimed cavalry."

He stepped away from the body with his arms out in front of him, "We’ll switch then, Your Highness."

You offered a satisfied nod before beginning your thorough search, unfurling pockets, checking for custom made hiding spots, patting down to feel for items tucked away from plain sight and prying eyes.

"Unremarkable on my end," you called out. "Got a fancy pen that’s probably worth more than I have in savings, some mints, and a family picture," you dumped the items on the desk in front of you as you listed them.

"Didn’t peg him for the sentimental type," Six shrugged, popping up from his evidently uneventful search of the drawers. "No false bottoms here, either. Where next, my liege?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," your eyes rolled on instinct to join your biting comeback, missing the way his jaw ticked in response to your bratty display. Following the deceased’s line of sight to a painting on the wall opposite his desk, a catlike grin spread across your face as you stalked towards the art. "Only one painting in this big ass room? Rookie mistake." You turned back to Six and dramatically swiped at the frame behind you. "Is there a safe? There’s a safe, isn’t there?"

The sliver of moonlight streaming through the window offered you a glimpse of what you presumed to be a visage of respect.

"Don’t be too impressed, I do have three years of this under my belt," you teased, attaching a device to the electronic lock that offered hassle free entry.

"Three years? You’re like, twelve."

"I know you’ve read my dossier," you retorted as you triumphantly pulled the drive from the safe and placed it in a special containment setup with a faraday cage, "and I know you know I’m twenty-five."

"That’s quite the talent, managing to make me feel old in a mere four syllables."

You turned to answer him and felt your breath catch in your throat as you looked up to find his sharp gaze trained on you. With the small bit of light the moon was offering, you could see now that he had several fresh cuts and scrapes dotting his cheeks and chin, a deeper gash on his forehead. Had he come straight from another op to help you? Swoon. Physically shaking your head to keep that train of thought at the station, you let the playful lilt return to your voice, coming off much more grounded than you felt at present. "Well it’s nice to see you can still move, old timer."

You both turned to the floor-to-ceiling windows of your target’s study at the sound of approaching sirens interrupting your banter, faint blue lights dancing across the floor. "I’m guessing getting arrested by the Czech police isn’t covered in your exfil, Y/L/N."

"How astute of you, Six," you snorted, moving to the adjacent bookcase and running your fingers along its shelving for a hidden latch. "Come to think of it, should I still call you that?"

"You get us out of here without the Hansen special of blowing up half the city, you can call me anything you like."

Smiling triumphantly, you tugged on the bookcase and revealed a hidden hallway. "Anything?"

Your eyes widened as a glint of metal whistled past your face into the dark hallway behind you, just shy of the apple of your cheek. Turning, you found your knife- when had he taken it from the strap on your thigh?- embedded in the forehead of the last guard standing whose hands were still raised in a width that you suspected matched that of your neck. "Nearly gave me a haircut there," you joked, bending down to wrench your blade out before returning it to its rightful sheath on your dominant leg.

"Nah," he gently tugged at a strand framing your face, "it’s nice at this length."

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at the unexpected compliment and you were suddenly very grateful that Six had cut the power earlier.

You cleared your throat and stepped into the cramped tunnel, "So revisiting this whole ‘Anything’ concept before we were so rudely interrupted…"

He shrugged easily in response, following you into the dark space before swinging the fake door closed behind you, the inky black darkness swallowing you both immediately and blocking out the heavy footfalls infiltrating the mansion. "What can I say," his smooth voice oozed over your skin like warm honey, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine, "I like a bit of adventure in my life. Don’t you?"

"Six," his pseudonym tumbled from your lips in a whisper. You couldn’t see a thing in the pitch black tunnel, but your every sense was heightened to his presence. His smell. His stature. The power radiating off of him that had the air positively crackling with charged energy, a current flowing between your bodies just daring one of you to act on it.

So you did.

Down there in the dark, the full force of the Czech police mere feet away from you cordoning off the crime scene, you kissed the Sierra Six like you were drowning in an endless ocean and he was beckoning you up to the surface, up to the light. Your hands snaked their way into his blonde locks as his fingers pressed into your hips, backing you up, deftly stepping over the guard’s limbs until you crashed against the crude tunnel wall, his mouth greedily swallowing down your moans.

Feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen and his heady kiss, you reluctantly pulled back to suck some air into your lungs. His forehead pressed against yours, warm breath fanning over your face, arms protectively locked around you. "Can we- Should we- ugh," you groaned softly at your own hesitation. Your body count was more along the lines of murder than sex, and a sudden bout of nerves trapped the words in your mouth until you felt gentle pressure against your hips, spurring you on. "Can we spend the night somewhere, pretend to be normal people for once?"

"Like we didn’t just commit multiple counts of homicide?"

You merely grunted in response, taking his remark to be a rebuff of your offer.

"Hey," he laughed softly, gently removing your dominant hand from his hair and shaking it in his own. "I’m Court." His voice had a harshness to it as he said his name- his real name- aloud for quite possibly the first time in years.

You pressed your lips back against his, your mouths curving upward in twin smiles. Barely pulling away from him, you offered in kind, "Y/N."

———

You leaned leisurely against the doorway of the small hotel bathroom, arms crossed as you drank in the sight of Six-no, Court- shirtless, scrubbing the blood of the day from his palms and underneath his fingernails. You could think of no better word to describe him than beautiful, his blonde locks catching the light just so, his big, broad, purely masculine shoulders tensed with the weight of the day, the muscles in his arms rippling with the repetitive movements, the artwork adorning his upper body, the light smattering of hair along his abs that teased you with the promise of more beauty to unearth just below. He was a brute, an expert killing machine, a wall of pure muscle, yet goosebumps erupted over your skin at the memory of his gentle hands caressing your curves in the darkness during your hidden tryst.

His gaze met yours through the mirror and heat bloomed across your cheeks knowing that you had been caught blatantly ogling his body. But then his eyes scanned from head to toe and back again, systematically assessing your figure, clad in only shorts and a sports bra after your post-mission shower, in the dim hotel light. His lips, still a shade darker than their normal tint from your earlier assault, quirked upwards in a smile- you were even now.

You watched as he plucked his previously discarded shirt from the countertop and ran it under the faucet before wringing it out and bringing it to his face to address his most recent wounds. Pushing yourself off the doorframe, you ran your fingers along the mottled pink flesh on his shoulder, following in their wake with butterfly kisses. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you reached into the shelf beneath the sink and pulled out a fresh towel. His eyes tracked your every move as you draped the fabric over his hand and instructed, "Use this like a civilized human being."

"What part of this," his eyes flitted down to his body decorated with scars and a rainbow of bruises, "says civilized?"

You merely chuckled in response, relenting and tossing the towel aside before hopping up to perch on the sink counter. You slipped his black tee from between his fingers and delicately touched the cloth to the inch-long gash on his forehead as he smiled down at you, amused. "What?" you mumbled, tongue peeking out between your lips as you concentrated intently on cleaning the wound without applying too much pressure.

"I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me like this." His voice was low, almost haunted, and you found yourself wondering which tragic backstory the CIA had plucked him from. Collecting kids from broken homes or prison seemed to be their preferred modus operandi.

"When’s the last time you let them?" you challenged softly, daring to sneak a peek at his stormy grey-blue eyes and finding them already trained on you.

His nimble fingers, roughened by callouses from years of grueling combat, gently wrapped around your wrist, dwarfing your hand in his. He moved your arm from its spot between the two of you, then released your wrist and let his thumb come up to rub over your bottom lip as you splayed your hands across the taut muscles of his back, closing your eyes and trying to memorize the hard planes of his body.

"Court," you breathed out, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Not Six, not Agent, not You’ll Kill Who I Tell You To Kill Because That’s All You’re Good For, but Court. No one had ever said his name like that before.

Your nails gently scraped down the stubble dotting his cheeks and his eyes flew open. "You still with me?"

He nodded almost imperceptibly before surging forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his teeth tugging harshly along your bottom lip and eliciting a wanton moan from the very depths of your soul. For the second time that night, your arms wound around his neck to pull him closer to your body, fisting your hands in his hair as you shamelessly rutted against his quickly hardening length. His hands slipped under the curves of your ass, lifting you off the countertop and massaging your flesh through the thin fabric of your shorts as he walked you to the bed before gently laying you across the mattress. He stood at the edge of the bed, his glistening chest rising and falling as he watched your mirrored breaths almost reverently. You beckoned him down to you and he kneeled in the space between your legs, ever so slowly lowering his head to press kisses along your stomach. Gradually moving upward, he paused at your sports bra, tucking his fingers into the elastic band. "Can I-"

"Please," you cut him off with a whine, desperate to feel the roughness of his beard against your sensitive skin. The fabric was up and over your head within seconds, his mouth working on one breast while his hand massaged the other before the soft thud could even alert you that your clothing had landed on the other side of the room. The feeling of his lips and teeth and tongue and beard was absolutely sinful, causing you to involuntarily arch up into him and gasp at the size of him.

"Now I see why you’re so casual with big guns," you mused with a grin, your comment causing him to pause in his ministrations and smirk up at you.

"You handle them pretty well yourself," he countered, thumb lazily brushing over your nipple.

"Yeah but," you pushed at his shoulders until he fell onto his back beside you, offering you leverage above him, "I like my knife," you flicked open the button of his pants, "because it offers," you pulled the zipper down, slipping your hand inside to stroke his cock, "close contact."

"Fuck," he hissed out between gritted teeth, the single syllable causing liquid heat to pool between your thighs. You slid back off the bed and tugged his pants and boxers down with you, sitting up on your knees to press kisses against his thighs. Leaning up on his elbows, he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head. "You don’t have to-"

With a quick swipe of your tongue, you stole the words from his mouth. "Consider it a thank you," you muttered between kisses along his length before taking him fully in your mouth.

The strangled groan that left his lips was raw and guttural and quite possibly the most incredible sound you had ever heard. You wanted to hear it over and over again, so you hollowed your cheeks and took him even deeper until the tip of his cock was pressing against the back of your throat. He growled out your name as you eased back up, gentle and torturous, heaven and hell. You gradually worked your way up to a steady pace, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his cock, the other scratching lines into his thighs as he shivered under your touch. You could easily overpower a man twice your weight and a foot taller than your small stature, but nothing would ever make you feel as powerful as reducing this archetype of masculinity to putty in your hands.

You felt his fingers work their way into your hair, gently tugging you off of his cock. You sat back with a whine and he simply winked in response, moving to switch spots with you. He slid your shorts and panties off your legs before gently taking one foot in his hands to kiss your ankle, his beard deliciously scraping against your skin as he worked his way up your calf until your knee was hooked over his shoulder. You arched your hips upward, hoping to entice him to put his mouth where you so desperately needed his attention, but he placed one firm hand against your stomach, holding you down, taking his own sweet time working his way towards your core, your eyes fluttering shut at the onslaught of sensation.

"Y/N," he growled softly, deep voice bringing you out of your reverie. You picked your head up to find his gaze locked on yours, the sight of his lust blown pupils and reddened lips causing your breath to come out in sharp pants. "Eyes on me."

Your mouth fell open emitting a high pitched keen at the command seconds before his tongue slipped past your folds, forcing you to bite your lip to stay alert and obey him. "Fuck, Court," you moaned unabashedly, fisting your hand in his hair and trying to bring him impossibly closer.

"That’s my good girl," he praised softly as his fingers replaced his tongue and his lips moved to suck on your clit, the heady combination of his words and the way he was expertly working your body causing you to clench around him. The pads of his fingers gently massaged your walls as his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers sharply tugging at his short strands of hair in response to his assault of your senses. You called out his name in a whine as the familiar promise of ecstasy bloomed in your lower stomach, your legs beginning to shake with the pressure of trying to hold back your impending orgasm.

"Stop fighting it," he mumbled against your clit, the rumbling vibration of his voice sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. "You’re safe with me, you can let go." A single tear trickled out of the corner of your eye at the intensity of it all and the force of his words; you couldn’t remember the last time you had let your body relax, let your muscles unwind, let yourself simply feel.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, and Court allowed his thumb to take over for his mouth so he could kiss you freely. Maintaining a steady pace with his fingers as his thumb languidly circled your button, he brought his other hand up to grip your chin, swallowing down your moans as you scraped your nails along his back and finally gave yourself permission to let go.

Stars exploded behind your eyes and you pulled back to catch your breath as Court gradually slowed his movements, drawing out your orgasm. Cupping his cheeks between your hands, you pulled him down so you could trail your teeth up his throat and along his jaw, ending with a searing kiss.

Letting your leg slide off his shoulder, you patted the space next to you to indicate he should lie down. The head of his cock brushed against your still sensitive pussy as he shifted his weight back and you whimpered at the contact. Unwilling to wait any longer, you straddled his lap and ground your hips down against his as soon as he was settled, his thick cock easily sliding through your slick folds. "Y/N," he gritted out, curling his fingers around your throat and squeezing ever so lightly causing your eyelids to flutter shut, "don’t tease."

You lifted your hips just enough to guide the head of his cock to your entrance, then lowered yourself inch by inch, allowing your body to adjust to his size. Your head fell back, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut at the exquisite stretch, just on the border between pain and pleasure. You rested your palms against Court’s pecs, grounding yourself in reality and feeling his hands come up to cover your own. He squeezed your hands gently and you opened your eyes to find his locked on yours, his cheeks flushed, lips parted letting out soft pants of air. Beautiful.

The blush decorating his cheeks darkened and he mumbled, “You think so?”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled in response, the vibration rumbling from his chest through his body to where you were intimately connected, forcing you to suck in a sharp breath at the sensation.

You leaned down to kiss each of his tattoos, then his burn marks, then his scars, and finally his lips as you lifted your hips before dropping back down, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he moaned.

His lips curved upward in a smile at your little power play which ended as soon as his fingers worked their way around your throat once more. He swallowed your high pitched whine as he won the battle for dominance, mapping out the sensitive areas of your mouth as he planted his feet on the bed and rocked his hips up against you. His grunts and your mewling blanketed the sound of skin slapping skin as you met him beat for beat, his heart steadily thrumming under your fingertips as you clawed at his chest.

His pace became almost brutal as he fucked up into you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. For once, you welcomed the bruises that you would no doubt wake up to tomorrow.

"Court," you panted, feeling him twitch inside you and sensing that he was close, "I want you to cum inside me."

"Y/N-" he began protesting, ever the gentleman despite the way he was absolutely ravaging your body.

"Please," your voice caught as his head brushed against your cervix, stealing the very breath from your lungs. "Remind me that we’re still human, that we still have feelings," you begged, leaning down to mark his neck so that he, too, would have a reminder of you in the days to come.

Your teeth grazed against his pulse point, causing his hips to stutter and pushing him over the edge as he called out your name, his hand splaying across your belly so that his thumb could rub your clit and send you hurtling into oblivion right behind him.

You kept your hips moving as you kissed him again, neither of you wanting or willing to move.

He brushed your hair back from your sweaty forehead, smiling at you as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck. "Was that enough feeling or do you need more? Cause we’ve got all night."

You snorted out a laugh against his skin, his fingers trailing along your spine and his warm chuckle like a blanket on a cold winter’s night.

Not one to back down from banter you countered, "Give me some more feeling and I’ll make a shirt- I survived sex with Sierra Six!"

"Smartass."

"I win," you hummed contentedly, running your nails along his beard as you pressed gentle kisses to his jaw.

Your phone buzzed nearby followed by a string of incessant notifications on his own device, effectively breaking your spell. With his lips against your forehead he mumbled sadly, "Duty calls."

You checked your new assignments and dressed in silence, the two of you slinging your go bags over your shoulders before walking to the door. He stopped with his fingers on the handle, catching you by surprise with one last sweet kiss. You let your thumb trace along his lips, committing them to memory before you both crossed the threshold of your sanctuary, returning to the real world.

After parting ways at the end of the hall, you abruptly turned on your heel and called out, "Court?"

He looked over his shoulder at the sound of your voice, eyebrow raised in question.

"What if I need my cavalry again?"

His eyes lit up and his mouth morphed into a familiar smirk. "I’ll find you."

"I could be halfway across the world tomorrow, how will you even know where to look?"

"Trust me, I’ll find you."

Satisfied with his response, you indulged in a smile. "Be careful out there, old timer."

He winked at you in return. "Make sure to watch your Six."

#sierra six #sierra six smut #sierra six x reader #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x you #court gentry #courtland gentry #court gentry x reader #court gentry x y/n #court gentry x you #courtland gentry x reader #courtland gentry x y/n #the gray man #court gentry smut #court gentry x female reader #Sierra six x female reader #assassin!reader #agent!reader

556 notes · View notes

crochetotterblog · 1 year

Text

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: This was fun to write, if you haven’t seen Kill Bill, you should because it is an amazing movie, plus the reference to you being a former assassin until ‘they beat you into a coma’

Word Count: 3839💕

Warning(s): 18+, guns, death, pregnant lady shooting a gun, kinda breeding kinky? (let me know if I missed some)

Summary: Ghost was lost in thought while walking with his team through the snowy mountains only to find such an oddly too girly home.

—

No one thought Ghost had a life. No one did. No wife or husband, no kids no white piket fence. Ghost and his gaggle of friends are stuck out in the snowy mountains. With everyone cold and shivering. John spots a large cabin. "Lads, look" he pointed towards the two story wooden cabin, a soft dark oak woode hugged the outside, frilly peach curtains hid the inside of the cabin. Who would live out in the mountains like this? Ghost wasn't trying to lead them to his sade house. With everything going on, the one time he promised himself he wasn't goiong to let his gaurd down and leadin potentail threats or his dumbfounded team. He began to sweat, his mask began to cling to his face. Soap followed his captains finger to the lovely girlish cabin. His eyes widened and lit up at the site, not because he was sadly single and so fucking ready to mingle, but he was hoping for a warm place to eat and to not have to have his ass so close to the snow when he took a shit. The team folowed John to the door, Simon had told you, If anyone knocks at all while I am gone; you know where to find it. Do whatever you can to get them off of our property. John stood infront of the door that Simon had hand crafted to make the new place called home, home. John shivered with a soft sigh as he brought his fist up to the door. "Price wait" Ghost said, John stopped and looked at Ghost quickly and annouyed. "Softly" he responded. John gave an annouyed nod and use two knuckles to knock.

You were on the couch looking through the photos of you and your soon to be father. He said he would be back before your lovely son came into this world. You smiled at your wedding day photo before you two went off the grid. You didn't hear the first kind knocks. But once their was a loud bang on your front door, you jumped. Whipping your head to the door, Simon would not have knocked like that, the two short knocks were it's just me to him opening the door shaking his keys loudly and turning the safety on all his guns, then calling for you Love? You checked the window to see one too many shadows at your door, grabbing the pistol on the coffee table you took the safety off walking towards the door, you unlocked it slowly. "C-can I help you?" You asked softly, opening the door more noticing their camo. "Hi, Ms. We were passing by and wondering if we could come inside for a little to get warm and contact base" the bridge mustache said. You looked at all of them, reconizing them all actually. The one who was talking to you was Simon's caption John Price, next to his was the rest of his team. Simon had told and shown you waht they look like, just they don't know what you look like. You clicked your safety back on openig the door more. "Once you pass the doorframe, you must and WILL follow my simple rules: take off your shoes and gear, put on house slippers, do not touch anything, and for the love of all that is holy do NOT go snooping. If I find something out of place, one of you looking through anything I will not hesitate to kill any and all of you" you smiled. Soap's expression lost all of its color.

John turned to look at his team, "You heard the lady" he said harshly as he took off his boots, placing them neatly but the door and taking his gear off placing it right next to them. He kindly took the simple white house shoes from your hands and put them on as he walked into the Riley residence. Everyone followed suit, then you saw Ghost, your handsome husband. But he didn't look happy to see you at the moment, he followed his normal routine, putting on his; yes you guessed it. Ghost house shoes and set his gear down. As he walked passed you he whispered, I didn't mean to lead them here. You smiled and placed your soft hand on his shoulder, smiling whispering back, Welcome home Daddy~ taking your hand from his shoulder, letting him follow his team to the living room.

The fire place was creaking as you brought out some spice hot chocolate, with one normal hot chocolate. You were 7 months pregnant, literally about to pop, and they could see that. Simon had to try and not help you as much with anything knowing it would blow his cover. Placing the tray of spiced drinks on the coffee table you took your special cup and sat in your spot. "What are you guys doing up here anyway? You're lucky I'm nice to let you in my home" you chuckled. "Thank you for letting us in Ms..." John spoke, "Mrs. Riley" you responded. Soap choked on his coco, and looked at you with wide eyes. Simon did not react, all he did was lift his mask slightly to take a sip of the chocolatly goodness. "Mrs. Riley?" He repeated, "Yes, my husband's last name is Riley." You giggled. "What is his first name?" Soap pressed as he nudged Ghost. "Paul" you smiled, "He is on a business trip right now. I'll bring some pillows and blankets out for you hard working shoulders." You winked, placing your coffee down as you tried to stand. Simon noticed this, standing up at record speed helping you to your feet. You held your belly, rubbing it slightly. "Thank you.." you said out of breath.

The team watched Simon jump to his feet to help you. You couldn't help but smile at your so willing to help even if he couldn't say I love you. "Well I'm turning in for the night, please make yourself comfotable," you said with a smile before waddling into the kitchen to grab a cup of yogurt and the whole bag of marshmellows. You let out a soft sigh of joy as you walked up the stairs to your shared room. Meanwhile, the boys were downstairs chatting about how nice you are and that Paul, is a lucky man. Simon bounced his leg, he can't stop thinking and worrying about you. Being 7 months pregnant, anything could happen. He remembers the way his mind ran, thinking of a way to propose to you.

—Flashback—

You and Simon were walking the ailes of Home Depot together, only this time he didn't have his iconic mask, he wore a black medical mask. You couldn't help but smile, at the fact you would live your childhood dream. With your handsome boyfriend, walking throw this orange wood smelling box of a store. Only thing that hasn't come true yet is the fact that you two aren't married. You wanted to build your own home, with your husband, you didn't want to build while the two of you were dating, what would happen if it goes south? Or from his line of work? Anyway, you grabbed a 4x4 smiling as you looked at it; you love crafts, getting your hands dirty. For a kind woman your hands were callased slightly. Lifting your head you looked at Simon who had his hands in his pocket as he watched your face light up with joy. Once you had fought over who was going to pay for the piece of oak wood, you walked to your lovely green jeep. You have told Simon about building your own home, and that for years you have compiled so many ideas into one. A secure basemant, sweet home on the inside and outside, to throw those looking for Simon off. Why would the imfamous Ghost live in such a girly home?

Large piece of land in the mountains, a flower garden, a big peach tree to sit under with your love as you watched the sunset. Cobblestone path leading to the house, shed and a covered area for your veichles. You thought this through, so much and throughly that it would be impossible to change your mind at all. The two of you drove back to your small apartment, "Love, I have a surprise for you," he smiled under his mask. Youl turned your head to look at him as you mapped out what to cut out into the wood. "I have something you'll love, and whom would keep you company!" He said with cheer, you couldn't help but smile widely, you stood up walking toward him. "Now, I have everything set up" the only thing you didn't know was that he was going to propose to you, in your crummy small apartment. "Close your eyes." You did as told, he held your hands softly as he ushered you to following him gingerly; a door opened and closed once you made it in. He put you in the middle of the room, smiling. He took off his mask and set it down. You would hear screatching and russling. "Okay, open" he smirked. You opened your eyes slowly to see a large tank with a bow wrapped around it.

(Photo not mine, from Pinetrest)

"Huh," you cocked your head to the side, starring at the large glass cage infront of you. Simon then pulls out a small yellow pinkish lump. Your eyes lit up, you've always wanted one! He smiled as he put the reptile in its forever home.

(Photos are mine because this is my leopard gecko Lemonade)

You ran up into his arms, giving him the biggest hug your smile body could. Littering his face in kisses; you let him go and rushed to the tank to look at your new friend. “Love..” he whispered. “Yes,” you answered not looking at him. “One more thing,” he pulled out some photos handing them to you (Photo not mine, found off pinetrest. Pretend it isn’t blue but oak wood brown. But it is from this website: https://vanderhornarchitects.com/residences/classical-revival?pp=0&epik=dj0yJnU9TTR5UFR6MW00YThfVjdKT2ZBYkFLVVZCTVhzTWdFMi0mcD0xJm49VWFtUldRV2dwamhJczZyT1BPUExhQSZ0PUFBQUFBR1BnZ3hr)

Once you looked at the photos, not noticing him getting down on one knee. You looked back at him, “Y/N L/N, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become Mrs. Riley?” A knot in your throat started to grow as your vision became a blur. Nodding your head smiling and offically bursting into tears. “Fuck yeah!” you screamed, he grabbed your hand, rubing his thumb agaisnt it as he out the lovely ring upon your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping in his arms, smashing your lips agaisnt his. Deeping the kiss by moaning into his mouth as you gripped his hair, he chuckled and took the hint, carrying you into the bedroom closing the door with one swift nudge of his foot. Let’s just say, the neighbors were glad that the two of you left the very next day, packing what little you both had.

—End of Flashback—

While you climbed into your shared bed to rest. Simon was downstairs, on the couch with Soap, as they all chatted and drank the spiced hot chocolate. He loved it when you made him things, he always loved the coco, and the meals you make, he just wishes he can find a way to tell his team that they are staying in his house, and talking to his wife. The next day came as soon as the team closed its eyes. You waddled down the stairs as quietly as you could, making your way to the kitchen. Simon had his feet propped up on a footstool, arms crossed with his head down. Your eyes wondred to you sleeping husband, you knew he never really slept; and when he actually did sleep a small sound, leaves crunching, or animal sounds will make him jump to his feet, reaching for his rifle that layed agasint the wall on his side of the bed. You smiled and walked over to him, gently placing your hand on hias bicep, causing him to open one eye looking towards you, you bit your bottom lip squeezing his bicep, a small gesticulated thing you did to tell him your, thinking about him. His other eye shot open as he pulled his slippered covered feet from the foot stool, sitting up with such speed that his knee nudged Soap causing him to groan rolling over. You held his hand leading him upstairs, even though his steps were larger than yours, and now you walk a bit slower and can't really run up the stairs to tease him. Once you reached the top of the stairs you lead him to the lovely shared room. He closed the door gently, as you slowly took one of his t-shirts off exposing your swolling breast, full of milk; resting agaisnt your chest. He watched as you waddle over to him wrapping your small arms around his neck. You lifted his mask over his nose and place a soft on his lips.

He walked you to the bed, allowing you to get on the bed and lay down. Once you had gotten comfy, slightly propped agaisnt your body pillow, "I see Mommy is needy this moring..." he smirked, you whined in response opening your legs pulling your baby bump so he can have better access to your cunt. This is when he noticed you weren't wearing any panties this morning, or granny panties becasue they are more comfortable than tight lace. "I'm sorry...I couldn't wait any longer" you moaned, he smirk at the sight of his flustared wife, taking it in, "Hold on~" he hushed as he grabbed the poilorad camera, point it at you, "I need my baby when I'm out on a job~" you pushed up on your milk filled breasts, kneading your nipples between your thumb and index finger. With his mask still only showing his lips, he pulled the mask off, feeling more at home. He looked you up and down, crawling towards your naked body. Placing his calist hand against your soft thighs, lowering his head towards your sensitive pussy; just him breathing made you throb. He chuckled lowly before licking your slight with such delicacy, making you rut your tired hips against his rough face. A soft moan came out of your throat, were you always this sensitive? Normally when he would eat you out it would take almost 30 mind before he even lets you cum, but ever since he had gotten you pregnant, you have been so pent up and moody. He jst wanted to make you happy, even if it meant small sessions like this one. What else was he supposed to do? He has pictures of his wife and could use those, or he could ask if you wanted to do something. Most of the time you just wanted him to eat you out, but rare ocasions are when you ride the fuck out of him with your baby bump pushing more weight onto his pelvic bone.

—Downstairs—

Soap woke up to the sound of crunching snow, rushing to his feet he grabbed his knife walking slowly to the window to peek out. Before he could move the curtain, he heard a sound from inside the house. Was that a moan or a groan? A yawn? He slowly yet quietly walked upstairs, listening for the sound again. All Soap could hear were mmm's an sometimes some kind of hiss like you were in pain. All he wanted to do was go to the bathroom and hopefully not walk into Mr. Riley. As he stalked his way to the bathroom. 10 minutes pass by and Soap is walking down the hall; right before he passed your bedroom the door opened, "Oh, hi Mrs.-" when the door started to close, he saw a tall dark figure pulling something over their face. They didn't seem to hear Soap, "Si get back here~" you whispered stickig your hand out from the room to grab your husband by the neck of his shirt. With a hard tug you were able to yank your 6'7 husband that weighs about 250 in muscle.

Soap woke up to the sound of crunching snow, rushing to his feet he grabbed his knife walking slowly to the window to peek out. Before he could move the curtain, he heard a sound from inside the house. Was that a moan or a groan? A yawn? He slowly yet quietly walked upstairs, listening for the sound again. All Soap could hear were mmm's and sometimes some kind of hiss like you were in pain. All he wanted to do was go to the bathroom and hopefully not walk into Mr. Riley. As he stalked his way to the bathroom. 10 minutes pass by and Soap is walking down the hall; right before he passed your bedroom the door opened, "Oh, hi Mrs.-" when the door started to close, he saw a tall dark figure pulling something over their face. They didn't seem to hear Soap, "Si get back here~" you moaned as you grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him back into the room.

Si? He thought, why would she say yes in Spanish or Si short for Simon...wasn't her husbands' name Paul? Is Ghost into cheating? Being a lover? Soap walked back down the stairs with a shocked confused look slapped on his face. As Soap walked towards the task team he could hear faint growls and giggles. Once Soap made it downstairs, the front door was wide open. A cool chill ran down his spine as he looked over at his team, who were tied up. He was pulled by his neck, whoever this was knew what they were doing. It was a struggle to subdue Soap, but not as bad as their main target. Ghost. "Where is she?" the man asked, no one spoke. "Fine then, turn this place upside down" he ordered, all of his men in winter camo searched foro Ghost, destroying everything that he had built.

A few seconds later, two men came down the stairs dragging this hunk of a man in front of their boss. "You have something of ours, and Bill ain't gonna like his pet being taken from him." He spat. "I don't know what you're talking about," he responded. They watched as this man stood over Ghost, growing angrier by the second. Hands were thrown, Ghost got a decent beating. "We found her," two men said with a smug tone. "Let go of me" you shouted as one held onto your arm, making sure you kept up. "Y/N Riley, finally. Bill has missed you," the man smiled. Your old job, being an assassin, for a man that didn't give a shit about you unless you had some kind of clothing off your body. The man that abused you for so many years, has found you; you were pregnant with Simons' child. "Oh, how far along are you? Doesn't matter, it won't last long anyway" he chuckled. 141 watched the encounter, Ghost, looking helpless, staring at you as you stare at the leader with furrowed brows.

"You, and you punk ass bitches get the fuck out of my house," you snarled. He only laughed at you. "Yeah, that's not going to happen. You see, we are getting a great sum of money for your alive ass, with no vermin inside you" he retorted. He looked down at Simon, "So you must be Mr. Riley? The lucky guy to have taken Bill's girl?" He questioned, then Soap spoke up, "What are you on about," he turned to Soap, grabbing the photo album that laid on a wooden side table, opening it up. You and Simon on your wedding day. He still had his mask on and everything, which makes you laugh every time you look back at that photo. They all looked at each other, then Ghost, then to your embarrassed face. Your eyes began to fill tears, as you looked down at Simon. Whispering to yourself, Just this once, and it will be over with. You can do this Y/N. Simon knew you used to be an assassin, and how you hated it, and swore never to kill anyone unless absolutely, positivity, necessary. "I-I'll go pack my things. . ." You sighed in defeat, looking at Simon and winking. Looking up at you, you could see that smile. The man holding your arm led you back upstairs standing outside of the shared room so you could get changed and pack. Big rookie mistake is what he made. You grabbed the semi-auto that you had bought for yourself in case of a situation like this. Walking back to the man who was standing by the door, you hit him with the butt of your gun, knocking him out. "On second thought," you sighed, walking down the stairs carrying the heavy semi-auto. "How about you and your punks, fuck off my property, before I fill you all full of lead." You smirked, the angry lust coursing through your veins. Some of the men just backed off and went outside. Others stayed to fight the pregnant woman. "No" he said, Simon pushed himself from the couch to his team, his eyes not leaving his wife who was having a standoff with the aggressive stranger. While they were all occupied by his wife, he swiftly and slowly grabbed a hidden rifle disguised as an umbrella; helping his team move out of the house with their gear to take care of those outside. "I am going to ask you one more time," you said, taking a step towards them, with each step you took, then backed up; until they made it outside. "Round up," the stranger said, all of his men stood behind him, waiting for his order. "Fuck off grasshopper" you snarled with venom spraying from your mouth as you pulled the trigger, owing them down like a firing squad. You yelped, shaking your delicate hand. "Hey, hey what happened?!" Simon said with fear. "I burnt my finger and cracked a nail because of you bitches" you spat as you tossed the semi down into the snow, spitting on the men. "You lot owe me big time" you hissed. Pointing your finger at them.

Simon sighed with relief, "I fucking knew it!" Soap screamed. Simon looked over at Soap, "Johnny what are you on about," "I knew you two were fuckin' or somethin' but I didn't think you two were actually married. Thought you might have had a thing for taken women, and pregnant women?" Simon pushed Soap into the snow, while the rest of his team were still in shock. "I'm sleeping on the couch when I get back. . ." he sighed rubbing the back of his neck.

228 notes · View notes

reconfences · 2 years

Photo

Homeowner's Guide to Installing a Wrought Iron Fence

https://seedandspark.com/user/reconfence

Wrought iron fencing is an adjustable, long-lasting and visually appealing fencing option that is durable and practical. Its popularity for a traditional look, coupled with its durability has made it one of the favored fencing types to use outside houses.

#dallas #fence #fence company #recon fence #allen fencing #wrought iron fence #privacy fence #commercial fence #residential fence

1 note · View note

venus-lou · 1 year

Text

Mysterious dart

König X F!Reader

Reader’s call sign is Hestia. Hestia is the Greek goddess hearth, home, and hospitality, she is known to be gentle, kind and forgiving. However, don’t let her kind nature fool you. Hestia will do anything to protect her family and community.

A/n: I’m still trying to figure out the in’s and out’s writing, so I decided to try writing something since I’ve been reading fanfic for a while now. Please leave me any constructive criticism and feedback. I’m not that confident in my writing, despite that I wanted to put something out there. There’s isn’t much action in this, cause I suck at writing action scene >.<

Warning: Smut 19+ MDNI, P in V, unprotected sex. Bad writing/grammer, reader smokes cigarettes, inaccurate military scenes, kinda plotless(?)

Word Count: 4.5k

Finally some peace and quiet. You leaned against the fence post right outside the training field taking draws of your cigarette every once in a while. The last few weeks you, Soap, and Gaz were out on recon in Russia infiltrating a base to get any information about their latest plans and missions. Thankfully everyone came back unscathed, Laswell and Price seemed pleased with everything we got.

Flicking the last bit of your cigarette on the pavement and stomping it out, you head the kitchen to make yourself a cuppa. “Hey König, how was your morning?” You quietly approached him reaching for your mug. When you started talking to König after his transfer to 141, he was quiet and kept to himself. After a few small conversations it seems like he got more comfortable with you and the team.

“Morning Hestia, it was okay.” König replied before going back to his tea. Your conversation with König usually is filled with silence, not an awkward one but more of a comforting one. It’s always nice to be in someone's presence without having the urge to fill the silence, both you and König always enjoy these moments. You added sugar and cream to your tea leaning against the counter next to König.

“Hestia! König! Debrief in my office in 5.” Price popped his head in the kitchen before heading back to his office. “Oh! Bring me a cup too!” You both heard him after the door closed behind him. Looking up to König, you smiled softly pat his arm. “I’ll get him a cup, you think it’s another mission?”

König stared at you while before answering with a simple yes.

Looking over your shoulder “Well if so, it’ll be our first mission together! I think we’ll be the new Soap and Ghost duo.” You chuckled as you both walked down to Price’s office. He was thankful for the mask as heat started to rise to his cheeks. Despite how it seems König sought after your presence, you brought a sense of calmness with you that he thrived for. After every mission he went on, whether you notice or not he always kept you in his sight.

You guys walked into the office “Here ya go Price, its your usual” leaving the mug on his desk you sat down in the chair next to König. “Thanks kid, I assume you guys know why you’re here.” Taking a sip and sighing from what you hope is contentment. König starts fidgeting with his fingers while looking between you and Price. “The last recon got use some useful info, there’s a small compound a few klick west from the factory you were at before. I want both of you out on recon, it seems like they’re cooking up a type of bomb. Up in 20, I want you guys in and out.”

After the debrief you quickly got in gear, trapped a few extra magazines and knives to your vest. With a med kit and a few epi pens, cause you never know if you’ll need it or not. It seem like every time its a ‘simple’ mission it somehow goes sideways like that time in Urzikstan. You’re kinda excited to be with König since you actually never saw him in action before. It was hard for you not to notice the 6”10 Austrian floating around the base, at first it was hard to start a conversation with him you didn’t want to overstep or make him uncomfortable. After a few attempts you notice a small change, he no longer shy away from you instead he seems content with your presence. “Ready Hestia?” Lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize König was walking next to you. Looking up you can’t help but feel giddy “Yep! I finally get to see you in action.” You smiled at him not noticing how he looked away scratching his neck. “Ha, yeah but we’re only there to get info. We probably won’t even see any action.” Gasping you dramatically pressed your hand your chest “Don’t jinx it! You never know.” He looked down at you before getting on the heli “I don’t really believe in that, but if it does come to that just know I’ll always protect you biene.” Hopping in after him, you tilted you head asking what biene means only for him to shake his head and pat the seat next to him. “Fine don’t spill your secrets.” You joked signaling the pilot that you’re all ready for take off.

Price mentioned that the compound is pretty small, after a few weeks of surveillance it seemed that there’s only 4 armed guards and 5 other personnel in the building. Once you reached you dropped off point, Zior the pilot notified us that thermal picked up the 4 guards and only 3 personnel inside. It seemed like a simple job, bypass the guards and get intel on whatever they’re making inside. All you know is that it’s some type of explosive material, König was ahead of you trying to find a way past the guards. It surprised you how silent he could be despite his large stature. With hand signals you both were able to quickly get inside unnoticed “Hestia, I’ll watch your six, Captain said everything should be on the 2nd level.” König whispered while you both started making your way to the second floor. Nodding you made your way through the different rooms, oddly there seems to be no one here. You started to feel an uneasy feeling in your stomach. “König, something feels wrong. Didn’t Zior said there was 3 bodies in here?” Opening the last door on the floor only to hear a loud thump behind you, “König?” Turning around you found him on the floor face down.

Shit, looking around you didn’t see anyone. You pulled him in the room and locked the door. “Shit, König please be okay.” You whispered, he was still breathing, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. “Hestia to Zior, we got a bit of a problem. König is out, it seems like they knew we were coming.”

“Copy Hestia, are you able to make it out?” Sighing, you looked around noticing the paperwork and computers. “I can’t carry König out, we’re at the end of the west wing last window. I’m gonna see if I can find anything. On the bright side we seems to have found the jackpot, be ready for evac”

“Affrim, I’ll be ready.”

König slowly got back on his feet, “oi Biene are you okay?” You turned around gesturing him to sit down “Yeah, I’m okay do you know what happened? All I heard was you falling down. Didn’t even see a single soul out there.” There was a look in his eye you couldn’t pinpoint. “König? Do I have to stick you with an epi?” Tilting your head after he started to mumble phrases in German after he sat down you notice the little dart in his hand. “Ya, I’m alright Biene, I think someone shot a dart at me. I don’t feel side effects.” With worry eyes and burrowed brows you looked at him before nodding. You both quickly gather several files and transfer documents to the usb Price gave you. Still no sign of anyone in the compound. Guards haven’t come rushing in, something about this was too easy to be true.

“Zior to bravo 0-1 everything alright? You got 2 coming into the compound, suggest you make it quick before things get out of hand.”

“Copy, We’re almost done here, König was hit with something, no effects yet. Trying to find what they fucking shot him with.” You radioed back before turning to König, he was breathing and sweating heavily. “König, let's get you out of here we got everything on the computer?” he nodded while you filled your bag with any files that might be useful. You hoped it was just a low quantity tranquilizer that hit him, then again if it was he probably wouldn’t be walking around right now. All you could think about was König, what they fuck was in the dart and why the hell did they just shoot him and leave?

Just like before getting out of the compound was simple, you didn’t question it all you wanted was for König to get back on base to the med bay. “König promise me you tell me if anything is wrong” you looked up at him after you both sat down on the heli. “Don’t worry about me Biene. I’m just glad we both made it out of there.” König tried to look composed as much as possible. All he felt was a heat radiating all over his body, every time he looked at you the heat increased. You sighed “I’m always gonna be worried about you König, we’re a team I’ll always be there when you need support. So please, don’t lie to me cause you think it’ll make me feel better.” Once you both arrived at the base you took König to the med bay before you debriefed Price on what happened.

“Hey Kid, a word?” Price was smoking a cigar outside the training field when you walked by on your way to see König. You nodded, pulling out a cigarette looking out in the field. “What’s up Cap?”

“Good job out there today, just wanted to let you know König is with the doc. We were able to find out what the dart had on it. All I can tell you is he’s safe, it’s not lethal but I need you to stay away from him for a while.” He turned to look at you while puffing out smoke. Once you proceed what he was saying, you paused before taking another drag of your cigarette. “What do you mean? Why can’t I go see him?” You begin rattling out questions while Price stood there looking down at you.

“Look kid, it’s complicated, we don't even know if it’s the correct drug he was hit with. Just know the doc is handling it, like I said it’s non lethal so he’ll be fine.” Price made it clear that he didn’t want you near König. You couldn’t figure out why and to be honest you didn’t really care you were gonna see him one way or another. You decided to wait a while, he’s with the doc he probably needed to rest anyways.

Taking a seat next to Soap at the dining table, you still couldn’t get König out of your mind. “Hey lass, still thinking about your lover boy?” Soap leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Shut up! You don’t even know what you're talking about.” Hitting him on the shoulder rolling your eyes at him. Soap and Gaz exchanged looks and shrugged their shoulders. “Hey, what that look about?”

“I don’t know lass, all I’m saying is you’ve been in your head ever since you both got back from recon so it has to be about your giant tree friend” Soap looked back at you with a spoon in his mouth. “You gonna finish th-“ you sighed after letting him eat off your plate. “I’m just worried, okay?" Price said I couldn’t go near him and I can’t figure out why. And his our giant tree friend don’t you forget that” you told them about your predicament. Gaz looked at you for a while before he smirked “Well, he’s technically just our comrade and you’re his Biene, isn’t that what he calls you? What does that even mean? Plus there’s probably a good reason why Cap doesn’t want you to see him.”

“You’re gonna still go see him though right?” Soap questioned you with his brows raised. “What!? Of course not, you know I always listen to the cap.” You smiled at them, tilting your head to the left. They both rolled their eyes and dragged out a “right” and went back to their meal.

They were right, they’re always right. You stayed up all night to make sure everyone was asleep or in their rooms. It was nearly 0230 when you took a peek outside your door. Once you made sure there wasn’t any movement in the hall you quickly made your way to the med bay. You just needed to make sure König was okay, you needed to see him with your own eyes. As much as you trust Price, you couldn’t get König out of your mind. Was he okay, what the hell was the drug and why didn’t Price want you near him. Luckily when you arrived at the med bay, the nurses seemed to be off attending another soldier. You hope they kept him in the same room you dropped him off at, reaching the handle you quickly peeked inside relieved seeing his figure in the room. He was laying down in the hospital bed with several wires connected to him. Seeing him didn’t ease your nerves, why did they have all these wires on him? Did they actually figure out the drug coursing through his blood stream? Locking the door and pulling a chair next to him, you sat down quietly taking his hand in your. You lightly traced the scars and lines on his hand trying to prevent your mind from spiraling. “Please be okay König…” you whispered, closing your eyes. After a while, you felt him squeeze your hand. “Biene, what are you doing here? Didn’t Captain tell you to not come by.” You heard his raspy voice fill the empty room. Looking up you couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved. “König…I wanted to make sure you were okay. Why did Price tell me not to come see you?” Your eyebrows furrowed hoping he knew what was going on.

“it’s dangerous for you to be near me Biene…I might hurt you” He whispered looking down. “Please I need you to leave.”

You didn’t let go of his hand, you couldn’t. Nothing is making sense right now, you knew he would never hurt you. Why didn’t he want you here? “W- what you talking about? Do you know what the drug was?” You continue to question him wanting an answer.

“I- it’s ah- a drug is dubbed Rati, they think it’s a drug that increase someone’s ah-“ König tried to put words together mumbling the end of the sentence.

You pulled your chair closer trying to hear him, leaning in closer you asked him to repeat what he said.

“Biene, please… go away…”

You sat back in your chair, looking down at your hand intertwined with his, “I don’t think you want me to leave….tell me how I can help please König.”

He sighed, “ah fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” He sat up in his bed with his legs hanging over the bed still towering over you. There was a look in his eyes, the same look when you both were in the compound. “Biene, you want to help?” His voice was deeper, drawing out every syllable as he pulled you from the seat leaving you standing between his leg. You felt your cheeks and ears turn red, the room become hotter making you take quicker breaths. You could feel his shallow breath on your face, breathing in you can smell a mixture of musk and his cologne. “König?” You looked up to him, all you can see is his eyes behind the mask he usually wears. “Please tell me what I can do to help?” His hands grabbing at your hip pulling you in closer to him.

“Mmmh I need you so bad Biene…” He nuzzled his face between you neck, you couldn’t help but whimper at his touch. Your hand wrapped around his neck slowing pulling him away from your neck. “König, tell me if I’m crossing the line here.” You lifted up his mask just above his nose, leaning down slowly until he brought one of his hand to back of your neck pulling you down to meet his lips. You let out a moaned as he deepened the kisses taking dominance. His hands rubbing small circle on your neck and hip, he couldn’t help but pulled you in bed with him wanting you close as possible. “Fuck Biene, I want you so bad. Let me take care of you the way you need.” He muttered into your neck. He started rutting his hips into you sucking and nipping at your neck. You could feel his bulge through his pants, making your core quiver with anticipation. You know you shouldn’t be wet right now, but all those times you imagined how König would feel between your thighs. How his hands would trace your hips, using his fingers to prepare you to accommodate his size. How fucking massive he would look when he was over you holding your legs over his should-

Your thoughts were interrupted by his hands hitting your ass. “Where’d you go mein Liebling? I can’t have you floating off now can I?” He whispered as he rubbed the area his hit.

You whimpered “Ooh König, please touch me” you should feel embarrassed with how desperate you sound but you didn’t care. He pulled off the wires that was measuring his vitals, before he could do anything else, you took his face in your hands. “I want you to know, you don’t have to take your mask off if you don’t want to…I want you to be comfortable. I want to help you.” Silence soon filled the room after you said that, you couldn’t help but feel like you ruined the mood. Before you could fall into a spiral of regret, he took your hands in his before he looked down and removed his mask while his hands still enveloped your smaller one. “Maus, I’m always comfortable with you.” He laid you down before pulling your shirt off along with his. You couldn’t help but admire how he looked, your face traced to scars on his face, his cheekbone down to his lips. You pulled him back down begging for another kiss, you couldn’t get over how he felt. With his hand running down your down he stopped at your pants, looking back up to you. With a nod, he peeled you pants down throwing them somewhere in the room. “König…” you whined lifting yourself on your elbows “I’m supposed to be making you feel better” he couldn’t help but chuckle at your desperation. “Mmh Liebling, just you being here makes me feel better. Be a good girl and let me take you how I know you need it.” He started kissing up your thigh, pulling you over the edge of the bed. You could help but gasp at how easy it was for him to handle you, making you even more wet than before. Peeling off your panties, he let out a deep groan at how wet your little pussy looked. “Mein Liebling…look how fucking wet your are.” He dragged his finger down your slit rubbing all over your lips up to your sensitive little clit. Before you can say anything, he bent down, slowly dragged his tongue licking up the slick you left for him. He let out a loud sigh as he begin licking your hole as his thumb rubbed your clit. “Oooh König…you make me feel so good.” Moaning as you felt him rumbled against your pussy. “Please, König I want to feel you.” Looking up from his position between your thighs. “Mmmh, you have yo be more specific than that Maus.” He slowed down as he kept eye contact with you.

“I want your fingers please.” Satisfied with your response he rubbed his finger up and down your slit before slowly entering into your tight hole. “Mmmh, maus you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing down on me” He slowly went in and out while he sucked on your clit. You’ve never felt like this before, your fingers never felt this good. His mouth worked wonders on you, while his finger started to get more rough rubbing your most sensitive spot. “Cum for me maus, I want to taste you first. Be a good girl and give me what I want” You feel yourself get closer, clinging to every praise he gave you “Fuck König, I can’t take it anymore” moaning his name and bucking your hips. “I know maus, just let go for me. I’ll take care of you.” He felt you squeeze down on his finger as you cried out, continuing to draw out your climax only stopping when he felt you nudge his shoulder with your foot. He stood tall, above you licking his lips as he rubbed his thumb against your lips slipping his finger in your mouth. “Taste yourself for me Liebling” You pulled him by his belt loop, tugging his trousers down. Taking the hint he quickly toss them off and climbing back on top of you. You laid back down pulling him with you, kissing him you can taste yourself on his lips. Moaning as he bite your lip before pulling away, “Can I Liebling?” He whispered against your lip as you nodded your head. “I wa- need to hear your say it maus.” You bucked your hips against his, throbbing for him. “König, please I want you to fuck me please” He let out a breathy ‘fuck’ as he slowly slipped his dick inside you. Whimpering as he stretched and filled you up “Oh fuck you’re so huge König” Curling your toes as you felt him flush against your hips, you moaned out his name and lift your hips up against him after you got use to his size. He pulled out just enough to leave his tip in before thrusting back inside. His thrust were excruciatingly slow but each thrust had so much force behind it rocking you against the bed. You two were so close in every sense, you could feel him deep inside, while he took his time making sure he felt every inch of you. You both were surrounded by each other, mixing breaths, your hands tangled in his hair and his leaving bruised on your hip as he held you in place. You were getting close, you felt yourself squeezing down on him every time he rubbed that one spot.

“Oh Mause, you can cum for me. I can feel you squeezing down on me” He groaned out as his thrust become quicker, he slid one of his hand down to your clit. Leaning down he caught your moans with his mouth as he kissed your. His other hand holding the top of your head while he took you both to your climax. “König, you feel so good…I gonna fuck-“ you felt yourself fall off the edge hooking your ankled behind his back as his dragged out your climax. His thrust got sloppier, as he felt you clench down on him. “König, I want you to cum inside me please” You hooked your hand around his neck pulling him even closer to you. “You sure Mause?” He paused his thrust for a second “Bitte mich darum, Ask me for it” He whispered in your ear. “please König I want all of you. I’ve want you for so long.” You whined against his ear. He kept you flushed against him, as you felt him cum and throb inside. You kept your ankles wrapped around him as he moaned every time you clenched around him.

You felt him collapse on you, as you both laid with each other basking in the silence and comfort of one another. “It means bee” you head him mumble against your skin. You let out a small hum as your question what he meant. “Biene. It means bee, you’re always buzzing around taking care of everyone on the base. Without you there would be no flower, no fruit. You’re a vital role in my life, like how bees are important in our ecosystem. Du bist die Liebe mines Lebens” He held you close as he turned you both around. Laying on his back with you pressed up against his chest, rubbing your back as you both whispered sweet nothing to each other. “It’s nice to have such a calm nature always next to me” you mumble before drifting off to sleep. König look down at you, press a small kiss on your forehead before closing his eye. He no longer felt his heart racing, he thoughts weren’t running rampantly around his mind. For once he slept soundly focusing on your soft breath and holding you close against him.

You woke to a pounding on the door and someone yelling behind it, waking enough to recognize Price’s voice yelling for you to open the door you shoot out of bed. Scrambling to find your clothes, however you notice your were fully clothed and König sitting on the chair you were in last night. “Morning Biene” He had his clothes and mask back on, you assume he dressed you while you wear sleeping. “König, are you feeling better?”

“God dammit Kid! You better open this fucking door before I take it off its hinges and smack that giant tree with it!”

You both looked at each other before looking back at the door. “You have to tell me everything later, including the drug!” You whispered in his ear as you wiggled your way through the window right before Price slammed the door open. “Where’s Hestia?” He looked around the room with his brows furrowed. König scratched his neck before shrugging “Didn’t you tell her not to come by, maybe she off with Soap and Gaz?” You quickly rushed to the training room not wanting to wait for the conversation to end.

“Holy shit lass, what’re you running from?” Soap let out a little squeak as you rush by his side. Looking up at him you smiled “running? Well I am in the training room so…?” You noticed Price and König join the training room after Soap continue to tease you. “Hey Cap! How’s your morning? König are you feeling any better?” Price narrowed his eyes at you for a second before grunting out he need his tea walking toward the kitchen. You smiled at König “See I told you we’ll get away with it” He shook his head before pulling you outside to explain what the drug was before Soap said anything to him.

After Price got his cuppa, he notice two of you out near the fence sighing as he put his cup down. “You know they both liked each other for a while now right?” Ghost asked Price as he walked into the kitchen. Price hummed in agreement as he saw you laid your head against König and his arms wrapped around you. “Yeah, I just didn’t think a fucking aphrodisiac would start their relationship. We’re still figuring out why they even created the drug, let alone nicked König with it.”

#cod mw2 #könig imagine #könig x y/n #könig smut #könig mw2 #könig x reader #cod mw2 smut #cod mw2 x reader

214 notes · View notes

hirik0 · 6 months

Text

Back to you

Makarov/Yuri

Yuri looks at the ceiling of the bedroom in his new appartment in well it's not a new city he just moved back to Saint Petersberg two months ago. He stopped looking at his old phone for a text message that will never come, his soon to be ex husband probaly didn't even notices that Yuri moved out of what ones was there appartment s long time ago. Moving back to Russia as a gay man feels like a failure but its the closest think to going home he has. Its not like he will start dating anytime soon again and when he feels ready to do so he can pack up and leave again. Saint Petersberg changed in the 5 years he was away but is still familiar enough to stay and try to put the broken pieces of himself back together. He is hiding in his nice appartment for two months and it is time to go out and meet new people or old friends. So he gets up the bed to take a quick shower. Trying not to look in the mirror to see the shell of the person he ones was, he knows he lost a concerning amount of weight, has gigantic shadow under his eyes, his eyes are red from crying and he is in need of a hair cut, hating how long his hair is now. He is exhausted his marrige failed, his husband used him as a doormat for 5 years and destroyed the person Yuri ones was. He honstely still don't know how he made it to pick himself up and move countries in this state, but he made it work, with the help if some very understanding now former coworkers. He dresses himself in a boring blue jeans and a boring dark t-shirt looking absolutely ordinary. A look he needs for the place he wants to go, a place he happily left 5 years ago, a illegal fight ring, he needed some time to figure out its new location and even longer how to get entry with out a member card. To night is a very rare open night for people intressted to join as a fighter or as a spectator. He leaves both his new and his old phone, everything that could identify him at home only taking his keys, his cigarettes, a lighter and some money to maybe bet or more likely by alcohol. He puts on a dark leather jacket and dark boots before leaving his flat.

Finding the right part of the harbour was a bit more complicated the Yuri though it will be, not because he dont has a phone to navigate there but because the discretion of the location was purposefully vague. Trying to enter the wrong part of the harbour can get you in big trouble, but he makes it. They let him into the old indoor dry dock with out problem. If you make it till here you clearly belong at least for to night. "Fighter or spectator?", someone at the entrenc asks. "Spectator", Yuri answers his russian now with a English accent, he hates the most abouthis current self, but they let him in. It's so stupid how familiar this feels even after all these years it down even matters that it's not the same location anymore. He looks around the dry dock is the fighting arena, the spectators would stand at the edge that is thankfully secured with a temporary fencing, that could easily be pushed over, but hopefully won't because the fall is likely deadly. He remebers when he did the books for this place to finance his IT degree. He feels a pair of eyes on him when he walks to the bar, it's unlikely that someone from back then would reconices him especially in his current state. He still looks around seeing a shadow disappearing in the crowd that is waiting for the first fight. He trys to not pay it to much attention, their is not even any prove the shadow was hiding from him. People are swarming around the betting table while Yuri buys himself a drink and goes to a spot with a bad view on the fighting, he is not here to bet on anyone he is here to do something that his familiar to him. He dont notices the person following him.

Makarov could not believe his eyes from his overlook when he realises who is entering his fighting pit. Yuri, here? He must be mistaken Yuri left 5 years ago to life a non criminal lifestyle. But he would reconice theses grey nearly silver eyes everywhere. They are a lot sader and lifeless then he remebers them so he lefts his spot to spy after his person of intressted. When Yuri turns around to look in his direction he hides in he masses that are slowly gathering around the pit. Sees Yuri buying a drink and then slowly moving away from the masses to a very bad place to watch any of the fighting. He slowly is aproaching the other man, who seems to look into the air deep in thought. "What a intresting guest we have to night", he says when he is standing right next to Yuri, delightful seeing how the other is flinching Yuri is not moving his head to look at him, smart man lokking at the wrong person here can mean death, looks like Yuri still knows how to move in the criminal circels if Saint Petersberg. "Can say the same about you being here", Yuri answers the shock still in his voice. Makarov notices how uncharacteristically thin Yuri is starting to worry about his former best friend. "Always helps to see the potential new fighters", Makarov says vaguely giving a lot of room for interpretation. "Isn't it against your professions ethics to be here or some shit?", Yuri asks referring to Makarovs law degree, slowly srinking his drink. "Nope", Makarov answers letting the p pop, he don't even has a license to practise, using his knowledgeto get away with crimes more easily. "Shouldn't be suprised by this answer", Yuri atmids shrugging, still strickly not looking at Makarov. "Why you are here?", Makarov asks being able to keep his worry out of his voice. "Nostalgia shit", Yuri answers oddly deffensiv, but the thighting of hus grip on the glass is telling to Makarov. "So he let you go out here?", Makarov refers to Yuris husband, Yuris grip on the glass is now to strong his knuckles are turning white. "Don't know how he is suposed to stop me to go here when he's fucking himself through half Liverpool by now", Yuri answers not able to hide the hurt in his voice, taking a big gulps of his drink to wash the hurt in his voice away. "You're divorced?", Makarov asks having to hold back his exitment over the news. "He should get the papers on Monday", Yuri answers him and a satisfied smile is shortly appearing on Makarovs face before he can hide it. God these are some fucking great news. But this pit is a bad spot to catch up, to try to lure Yuri back to his site to where he fucking belongs. Makarov pulls out his phone texting his right hand man he sails the ship now. He knows its very unusual for him to not pick the new fighters himself, but Yuri is more important. "Let's go", he tells Yuri who is now looking at him confused. "Will your boss be fine with this?", Yuri aks sounding concern making Makarov huff amused. It's cute how naive Yuri sounds right now, finding his way to his pit and not knowing who owns it. Makarov leans towards Yuri so he can directly wisper into Yuris ear "Good that I'm the boss then, now let's go."

Yuri nearly frezzes when Makarov tells him that but quickly follows him. They make a stop at the bar where Yuri puts his empty glass and Makarov drops of the phine he used a few moments ago. Yuri has questions, but he keeps them to himself better not risking anything, not with Makarovs confession about being a mob leader now. They walk out a site door where a very ordinary looking black limousine is waiting with a running motor. Makarov opens the back door and enters the car and Yuri follows him closing the door. Makarov knocks at the privacy screen three times and they leave the harbour to who knows where. Yuri don't asks questions and strictly looks forward doing his best to ignore where they are driving, towards a richer neighbourhood. One false move and Makarov will kill him old friends or not and he knows this. They stop in a parking garage and exiting the car. Yuri walks over to the elevator while Makarov is saying something to the driver before walking up to him. Something is very strange about seeing Makarov in a to big hoodie and jeans when Yuri is pretty sure he usaly wears tailored suits and shit especially in the parking garage if a building with luxury apartments. They step in the elevator and Yuri has no idea why they could not stay at the pit, is Makarov luring him away to kill him in his own four walls? Makarov of course presses the button for the penthouse, but Yuri don't comment it, he knows being successful in crime pays very good, even better if you're the boss. When they reach the top of the building the walk down a short halway and Makarov opens the door to his penthouse. Yuri wants to ask why the elevator don't directly give access to the penthouse but that is probably a security risk. Makarov directly leads Yuri towards his office. Yuri looks at him with a raised eyebrow at this, why his office the room is not even easyto clean if Makarovwould want to kill him."Sit", Makarov tells him like he's a dog before leaving the room, is this a test? Yuri looks around, the wall with the tall bookshelves filled with what he asumes are fake books, the mordern desk made out of glass in front of the window front with a laptop on it, the two crouches with a table in between them and the very ugly and probably expensive painting next to the door. He sits down and lights up a cigarette after noticing the ashtray on the table. Makarov takes his time to come back and Yuri has to supress the urge to snoop around if this is a test failure would end with his death.

Makarov just can't hold back the need of shower after the pit, not wearing his usal attire to blend in better, had him left without gloves and he had to directly touch people. He trys to be quick not really bothered that Yuri will leave is office or snoop around. Yuri is to smart to make a mistake like that. He puts on a pair of sweatpants and a simple t-shirt Yuri may be in his office but this is not a buisness thing, no need to put on s suite. On the way back he pulls some glasses and a expensive whisky out of a cabinet. Yuri is sitting on the couch with the back to him, smoking and Makarov has to fight to urge to run his hands through Yuris unusal long hair. He puts the glasses and the botel down and sees the amused smile on Yuris face. The sadness can't be fully covered and Makarov hates it. "What's so funny?", he asks after sitting down. "You just need a track suit jacket and a gold chain and you look like a expensive version if a wannabe mobster", Yuri tells him after taking yhe last drag from his cigarette. Makarov gives him a unimpressive look before filling up the glasses. "You expected a full suite Yuri?", Makarov ask him while pushing one of the glasses to him. "Don't know you were gone for a while", Yuri answers vaguely, feeling a bit out of the water. He logically knows that Makarov changed in the last 5 years, but this feels so extremely out of character. Makarov drinks from his drink waiting for Yuri to do the same, but Yuri is just playing with the glass avoiding to look at him directly. "What did he do to you?", Makarov finally asks, when it's clear that Yuri won't relax anytime soon. Yuri nearly pushes the glass over in his shock of the question from all the things he expected it wasn't this. Makarov sees the change in Yuris posture, how he starts to sooth himself with rubbing his hands together, how he lokking at the floor, trys to hide in the couch. "He...", Yuri starts needing to empty his glass in one go to force the nausea down. "You want to writte it down?", Makarov offers, he usaly loves seeing such reaction in other people, but this hurts makes him want to use the scraps of empty he feels to make Yuri feel better. Yuri shakes his head reaching for the bottle filling up his glass again, Yuris hand are slightly shaking. At this point Makarov is sure he wouldn't even mind if Yuri would just drink out of the bottel. "He forced me to open our marriage about a year ago. He stopped any contact with me 6 months ago", Yuri says voice empty of all emotion staring a hole in the floor. Makarov knows what anger feels like how it helps him to crush his enemies in calculated brutal moves, but this? This wants him to just rip Jack Robert Miller in to tiny pieces he can flush down the toilet and this somehow still feels like a to good of a death for Yuris shitty soon ex husband. This is not anger this is the poor need to murder the man that hurt his former best friend like this. The blood that is rushing in his ears nearly dont make him hear Yuris next sentence. "He knew he could do it, that he broke me down so much that I was thankfull that anyone even lowers there standards so low to stay with me." Murdering Jack will not be enough he needs to destroy ever aspect of his life honestly killing him would be to nice the other needs to suffer for as long as possible. "He was wrong. You left and you filled for divorce", Makarov says suprised by himself to keep the ice cold rage out of his voice. Yuri looks up to him, with teary eyes and a experience of being in absolute pain. Makarov knows he is the worst person to comfort someone else, especially some as hurt as Yuri, but well he is the only other person in the penthouse. He brought Yuri here for the privacy and now he has to deal with this choice he also should have brought tissues.

Makarov trys to rember what other people would do in this situation. He changes couches now sitting next to Yuri. This ends with Yuri throwing himself against Makarovs chest. Makarov awkwardly closes his arms around a sobbing Yuri, feeling how Yuri tears are soacking his T-shirt. He roboticly starts to run his finger to Yuri soft hair. Makarov don't know what to say so he just lets Yuri cry, while he plans his next moves into getting Yuri back into organised crime and how to drop a nuke into Jack's life. He can't just ask Yuri to work for him, Yuri will likely say no. So he need to give Yuri a opening. Littel does Makarov knows that Yuri never truly left crime behind. Committing cyber crime by offering malware for sale in the dark net, Makarov even bought from Yuri more them ones. He is so occupied with planing that he needs 10 minutes to realise that Yuri stopped crying. "Yuri?", he asks carefully getting no reaction, that's when Makarov notices how evenly Yuri is breathing like he is asleep. "Great", Makarov states, carefully moving Yuris head to get the confirmation the other man cried himself to sleep. That was not planned, he just wanted to know what happened with the divorce and then drop Yuri at home. It would be so easy to learn where Yuri lives, but well Yuri had other plans. Yuri cheeks are still wet from crying and Makarov has the realisation that this is probably not the first time Yuri cried himself to sleep. But now what? Should he wake Yuri up? How can you even look sad when you're sleeping? Does he looks when he sleeps? It's not that Makarov don't has woman stay at his place over night, but they are often prostitutes and most don't leave this place alive. He can't kill Yuri, with his IT knowledge he is a valuable asset for cyber crime. He dont even has a functional guest bedroom, he made one spare bedroom into the office they are in the other is a private gym. He can work through the night and Yuri can sleep in his bed. He can kick Yuri out before his workday starts at 9 am. He's just a old friend helping out, no big deal and also this can be beneficial to his plan to get Yuri to join his organisation, rebuilding trust.

The first thinks he notices is how fucking light Yuri is when he caries the other man to his bedroom. Yuri is pressing his face against his neck and it iritates him. He dont does this out site of sex, would never let someone be this close to him, but Yuri well he can do it no problem no question asked. He opens the door to his bedroom and well usally he would just throw the person on the bed and rip their clothes off. Can't really do this with a peacefully sleeping Yuri, so he carefully lays him down. When he trys to walk away Yuri is reaching out for him, clinging to his T-shirt. "You can't be serious", Makarov mutters to himself getting annoyed by this. He looks to the door and back to the sleeping Yuri. Maybe if he can get his laptop and work from here. "I'm right back", he tells Yuri who is loosening his grip. He walks back to his office angry at himself it shouldn't matter to him that Yuri wants him to stay or that he even is willing to work from bed so he can stay close. And still he grabs his laptop and the charger to carry them back to his bedroom. The whole thing didn't even took him 5 minutes but that was enough time for Yuri to take up as much space as he could in the king size bed and still Makarov can't help himself having a soft smile on his face. He trys to tell himself its because of the chance of Yuri working for him and not because the feeling of triumph that even after how bad their friendship ended after the wedding, Yuri came back to him.

#call of duty #vladimir makarov #cod yuri #cod makarov #makayuri

45 notes · View notes

nebulablakemurphy · 9 months

Text

Way Down We Go (Part 1)

Daryl x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Daryl follow a dead end that leads them to wash up on the shores of France. While their daughter takes an impromptu trip to the big city, in hopes of saving her childhood friend.

Word comes in the evening, Maggie was raided. They took all the grain, supplies and Hershel.

“What do you mean they took him?” Carol says, keeping her voice down, so that her granddaughter doesn’t catch wind.

“Exactly what I said, Carol. They scaled our walls and took my son.” Maggie hisses, through gritted teeth. She hasn’t slept in days, hardly in the mood for small talk. Dog comes trotting down the stairs to say hello. “Where’s Y/N?” That’s why she’s here.

“She and Daryl had a lead, wasn’t supposed to be this long of a run but…”

“How long’ve they been gone?”

“Two weeks,” Carol admits, “going on three.”

Maggie nods, “you’re here with Sophie?”

“Sophie’s here with Sophie.” The girl in question, waltzes into the room. Scaring the living shit out of both the older women. “I’m eighteen now, no more babysitters.”

“What about Dog?” Carol arches a brow. “If we’re going on a recon mission, we need a dog sitter.”

“What kind of recon mission?” Sophie wonders. Is it my parents?

“Hershel was taken,” Maggie informs her. “I have a map, I’m gonna follow it. Stop for backup along the way.”

“I’m in.” Sophie waves a hand. “Let me run Dog over to Judith and grab my guns.”

Carol presses her lips together to conceal her grin. Her granddaughter is a piece of work, but she couldn’t be more proud.

————————————————————————

“I’m pregnant.”

Two little words changed Daryl’s life forever.

“Ya sure?” That’s all he can think to say at a time like this.

“Yeah.”

“We keepin’ it?”

“Would that be ok?” Y/N asks, wringing her hands.

“I’ll be here.” Daryl nods.

He wasn’t the type of person to fantasize about meeting someone, getting married or having kids; white picket fence didn’t seem like the life for him. He never believed in love, not really. The only kind he’d seen was violent, loud; a screaming match, a lash from a belt. Then suddenly love was real, and he was in it. With a girl who might’ve been more afraid to admit it than he was.

Y/N grew up watching her father beat the ever loving shit out of her mom, for the smallest of things. Sometimes, the things he was angry about had nothing to do with her. But Ed always found a way to justify it. Carol had Y/N fresh out of high school, she didn’t really have a choice but to stay with him. At least that’s what she thought back then. One daughter turned into two and she was stuck.

In a lot of ways, the whole apocalypse thing saved Carol. Saved her from who she was and who she was going to be if she didn’t get out.

“They say if you grow up with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house.” Y/N tells Daryl one night, out of the blue.

Daryl grunts, around a mouthful of food. “Let me know when ya find ‘em, I’ll kill ‘em.”

And that was it. Y/N let him in. Let him close. Daryl let her know him in a way no one else did, or ever would. She traced his scars, with careful fingertips. But her scars were harder to navigate, no telling when Daryl might skid across one he couldn’t see, buried deep beneath the surface of her heart.

Eventually he learned what was safe and what was off limits. The subjects she would broach with gritted teeth and tears in her eyes. Love scared her, terrified her even; but it was real and she was in it.

The second that little girl was in their arms, the world shifted. Anything and everything revolved around her.

“Daryl?” Y/N whispers, as not to wake him if he’s sleeping. It’s her watch and technically nothing has happened.

“Hmm?” His chest rumbles beneath her head.

“I think we need to keep moving.” She leans up slightly to stare down at him, on his back with one arm tucked under his head, in their makeshift bed.

“Sum’ happen?” He blinks at her.

“No, but something feels off.”

“Ya mean how they never got a straight answer ta nothin’, an’ more interested in where we came from than where we’re goin’?” He says, tapping restless fingers against her lower back.

“Yeah.” Y/N breathes, keeping their conversation private.

Daryl nods his agreement, “a’ight. We’ll head out in the mornin’.”

There’s rustling outside their sleeping quarters. A tarp strung up between two trees with a tore up sleeping bag underneath. The crunching of leaves, snap of a twig beneath the sole of a shoe. They’re not alone.

————————————————————————

Now this ‘backup’ they’re stopping for, is on a wanted poster. He looks the same as he did seven years ago, when he left. Negan.

“This is the backup?” Sophie scoffs, grabbing at the paper. “Wanted by the New Babylon Marshals, for murder… Must be a change of pace for him.”

“What do you mean?” Maggie asks, her eyes still trained on the road, as she presses down harder on the gas.

“Being wanted,” Sophie quips.

Carol lets out an involuntary chuckle.

Maggie does not seem as amused.

“What makes you think he can help anyway?”

“The men who took Hershel…they whistled. Just like he used to. Scaled our walls, stole from our rations, just like Negan. They know ‘em.” Maggie is sure of it.

Finding Negan is easier said than done. But eventually they track him down in some shady motel, behind a dive bar. Money isn’t worth much these days, but still, there are things that people want.

Negan runs, that’s what he’s good at. He’s got a girl with him, probably around Hershel’s age. They run them down on the side of the road. Maggie jumps out, holding a knife to his throat.

“Thought you were better on your feet.” Maggie remarks.

Negan only smiles, “good to see you too.”

“We need your help.” Sophie jumps out of the cab, wasting no time on whatever this is.

“Well I’ll be damned. Is that little Sophie?” Negan squints in her direction.

“Don’t call her that.” Carol brushes off her pants, “she’ll bite your head off.”

“Where’s the folks?” Negan asks.

“Out.” Sophie snaps.

“When the cat’s away, the mice will play. Huh?”

Part 2

#way down we go #the walking dead daryl #daryl imagines #daryl dixon #daryl x you #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #carol petelier #maggie rhee #negan smith

89 notes · View notes

the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

Text

Goin’ About 99

Kinkmas Day 3: Road Head

Relationship: conman!Ari Levinson x fence!fem reader (mustang and cherry, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1.1k

Summary: Annoying Ari is always fun…

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, semi-public sex, spitting, mentions of unprotected vaginal sex and choking, mentions of rough sex, mentions of female masturbation), teasing, established relationship, implied criminal doings, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: they’re so sassy and fun!!! Ugh, love them and their love/hate relationship and how fun their kids are gonna be.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

“God, these rich assholes really do go all out for the holidays, don’t they?” You snorted softly when Ari pulled the mustang over, looking at all the extravagant lights before scooting closer to him and resting your chin on his shoulder. “We here to make out?”

“No.” He rolled his eyes at you when you brushed your lips over his jaw, shrugging you off and shaking his head at your pout while he gave you a wry smirk. “I’m here to do recon on my mark, behave yourself.”

“You are so fucking bitchy when you’re working, oh my god.” You sat back in your seat and propped your feet on the dashboard, ignoring his scoff and fiddling with the hem of your skirt while you pouted. “Why the fuck did you bring me if we’re not going to do anything?”

“Because you whined like a damn brat about spending Christmas Eve by yourself and I didn’t feel like dealing with you mouthing off when I got home.” He grunted when you reached over to run your fingers through his hair, bringing up the binoculars when he saw movement in front of the old broad’s house and trying to ignore the way you tugged on his locks. “Plus you look cute in your little cardigan and skirt, sue me.”

“If I look so cute, why are you staring at the ancient bitch you’re gonna fuck in a few weeks?” You gave his hair a good yank before withdrawing your touch, whining softly and wiggling in your seat when he still didn’t turn his full attention to you. “What can she possibly have that would make that old, dried up pussy worth it?”

“Jesus Christ, you know I don’t fuck them, just make them think I’m going to, quit being a jealous cunt.” He growled when you started trailing your fingers over his bicep, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of seeing just how hard your attitude and soft touches were making him. “And she has an original Monet, I’d say that’s worth it.”

“I think you just have a thing for saggy tits, but an original Monet would be impressive.” You grinned when he squirmed at you teasing your fingertips under his collar, turning so you could place your other hand on his thigh while he still pretended to ignore you. “If your info is right and it’s not another fake.”

“That’s why I’m doing the recon.” He shot you a sideways look when he set the binoculars aside, putting the car into gear and pulling out when he saw the town car leaving the house. “Now shut the fuck up and let me focus.”

“Oh, you want me to shut up?” You purred and scooted even closer to him, nuzzling at his shoulder while the car started moving while your hand rubbed along his thigh. “You know I can’t stop talking unless I have something else to do with my mouth, so…”

“Jesus… shit!” Ari almost stripped the gears when he practically over shifted when your hand was suddenly squeezing his bulge, your tongue and lips brushing along the side of his neck and making the car feel even warmer. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Keeping myself occupied.” You hummed softly as you started to undo his fly, kissing your way down his arm before ducking under it while you drew his thick cock out of his pants and gave him a firm stroke. “Now focus on your job, mustang.”

Ari hissed when you spat on his tip before you started kissing it messily, his knuckles getting white as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel while a flush started creeping up his body. Your mouth was like fucking heaven, he wasn’t even inside it yet and he was already leaking like a damn faucet , he could feel it dripping down his balls. He should honestly be pissed that no matter how much he acted like you annoyed the shit out of him, he was basically wrapped around your little finger. Why else would he have brought you with him when he knew you were gonna drive him fucking insane with your flirty little attitude?

The wretched sound he made when you finally wrapped your lips around his spongy head sent a shiver through your whole body, your thighs clenching together when you drew them up onto the bench seat as you stretched so you could be as close to sprawled over his lap. Your jaw was already aching even though you weren’t even taking half of him yet, the low humming noises you let out every time you drew him deeper making his cock jump against your tongue. He tasted so fucking good, having him in your mouth might have been your favorite thing, except for when he bent you in half and wrapped his hand around your throat while he called you a bitch as he fucked you through the floor.

“Motherfuck!” The car swerved dangerously when you finally deepthroated him at the same time you squeezed his balls, Ari growling at the assholes who decided to honk at him when he almost crashed even as his hips subtly rocked into your face as his core drew tighter. “Woman, you’re gonna kill the both of us, Christ.”

All you could do was hum your agreement, squeaking around his dick when he reached over to yank your skirt up then slap your ass while you kept fucking your face on his cock. It was easy to tell he was close by the way he was throbbing in your mouth, your tongue running all over his shaft and head greedily while you increased the speed of your bobbing before burying your nose in the coarse hair at his base.

“That’s it, good fucking girl.” Ari was grateful for the red light when he started to cum, grabbing the back of your head and forcing himself down your throat fully so he could feed you every single drop of his cum as he groaned hoarsely. “Shit, Cherry, don’t fucking move.

“Why?” You gulped down air when you let him slide out of your mouth and rested your cheek on his thigh, giving him a sloppy grin after you tucked him back in. “What’s up?”

“There’s a fucking cop right next to us, little girl, I’m serious.” He growled when you made like you were going to sit up and wave at the pig, patting your cheek when you settled and turned onto your back then starting to unbutton your cardigan and blouse. “Now, keep your head in my lap and play with your pussy while I keep following this old bitch, and I’ll do that thing you love where I just bounce you on my dick when we get home.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinkmas 2022 #poison paradise #mustang and cherry #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson smut #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

216 notes · View notes

spnwriterreincarnate · 1 year

Text

Show Time - Part 1

Summary: When Sam Winchester calls you for help on a hunt, who are you to say no? Of course, things are a bit more complicated when the hunt involves you being fake-married to his ass of an older brother. How will you survive being a housewife, living in the suburbs, and being married to Dean?

"Say that again," you commanded, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. "Say it again slowly so I know that you know what you're saying."

Sam's lips pursed together and he barely contained an eye roll. "We need you to go undercover as Dean's wife."

"Okay, so you do know what you're asking. Are you feeling okay? Because-"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it!" Sam interrupted you, throwing his hands in the air. "You don't like my brother, you're sarcastic... Can we just skip to the part where you agree? There's a lot to brief you on."

"One quick question." That bitch face never left Sam, but he tilted his head in a 'yeah-sure-quick' fashion. "Why are you the one begging me and not Dean? I mean, where the hell even is he?"

"He's already on the case. The story right now is that he moved in a week early and the wife, you, is gonna join. We had to get him in and doing recon before someone else died."

You sighed and slowly sank down onto the motel room chair. You knew before Sam even asked that you would take the case. Hell, you broke every traffic law on the drive over when he said he needed your help; of course, he forgot to mention that you would have to pretend to be married to Dean Winchester of all people. But you wouldn't sit out when needed, couldn't.

"Alright, Sam, fill me in."

___

After a two hour debriefing you knew all you could without some extra research in the neighborhood. You were probably looking for a Shapeshifter, possibly a ghoul. Either way, the victims were left brutally murdered. So far two couples had died in the neighborhood, but the deaths were spaced out by a few months. And you also knew a bit more about the area you'd be staying. Sam had been kind enough to buy you a whole new wardrobe, 'stay-at-home-mom chic.' All in all, you were as prepared you could be.

Sam gave you the address and walked you to your car. "Dean's been mingling with the neighbors and invited to a block party tonight, so you'll be able to meet everybody. You're a house wife and Dean's in insurance. Try to get in with the other housewives."

"How 50's," you commented.

"Hence why we needed a girl," Sam agreed.

"Wait, Sam, why Dean?" The confused look on Sam's face told you he had no clue what you meant. "Why am I being fake married to Dean? Why not you? I mean, we're constantly at each other's throats."

Sam shrugged at that. "The neighborhood had seen me earlier when I was checking out the house for EMF. I told them I was the realtor."

"Great."

And with that you jumped into your car and started towards your new home, where your handsome hubby awaited you.

_____

Your new house, new base of operations, was just as picture perfect as the neighborhood itself. Manicured lawns, decorated porches, white picket fence. It was the suburbia of your nightmares.

The only thing that didn't go with the neighborhood was the sleek black car pulled into one of the driveways. If Dean had one redeeming quality, it was his taste in cars.

You pulled your beater of a truck in next to Dean's and hopped out. You grabbed your duffel back and slammed your door shut, then made your way to the entrance.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Winchester?" A shrill voice shouted from one of the other houses. You turned to the sound, forcing a cheery smile on your face.

You tugged at your cardigan, slightly worried you would instantly be pegged as an outsider. "Hi!" You waved to the blonde woman standing on the porch of the house next to yours. "You can call me Y/N!"

"Finally! A name! Your Deanie has been so secretive about you! We started to think you didn't exist." You forced out a laugh and tried not to frown at the use of the name Deanie. You may have hated the man, but that was still your fake husband.

"Well he probably just wants to keep me to himself. Speaking of, I haven't seen him in a week now, so I'm going to let myself in. I'll see you tonight..."

"Tori!"

"Tori," you finished, smiling at her.

She watched as you went to the door of your house, and you tried to be oblivious to it.

You unlocked the door and instantly smelled something delicious. "Honey, I'm home!" You shouted, slamming the door shut behind you.

Loud footsteps approached you and soon Dean Winchester stood at the other end of the hallway. "You've got to be kidding," he groaned. "We didn't know any other chick hunters?"

"Guess not," you said, giving him a flat smile. "You're welcome for coming to help, by the way."

"Look, I'm getting close to figuring out which of these psychos is the actual killer-psycho, so maybe you just head on out and I'll make something up."

"Yeah, 'cause that wouldn't be suspicious," you snorted. "Like it or not, we're stuck together."

"Well I don't like it."

"Yeah, no shit."

You both just stood for a moment, glaring at each other.

You broke first. "Alright what's that smell?"

"Chili for the block party."

"You're making chili?"

"I've got a kitchen!"

"Okay, don't get so defensive," you laughed. "I just thought I was the housewife."

"I thought I was the-" Dean repeated in a mocking high pitched tone, "shut it!" He then stomped his way back to the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes at him and dropped your bag onto the floor. You stood in place a moment, thinking of your next move. As much as you disliked Dean and loved pissing him off, you weren't going to save lives if you were at each other's throats.

Time to be... nice.

You made your way to the kitchen, where Dean was standing in front of a huge pot. It did smell damn good. And the kitchen was beautiful, tan marble counter tops, beautiful mahogany cabinets. You couldn't boil an egg and even you were tempted to cook.

"So what have you learned so far?" You asked, setting yourself on one of tall chairs by the counter.

Dean was silent for a moment, no doubt trying to find something witty to say. But, like always, words failed him and all he was left to do was answer. "Everybody has a different theory about the murders and suspects each other. The Marshalls saw the McRoys hanging out with the dead couple the night they died, but the Smiths thought the Marshalls hated the dead couple. And the Trumans just think the whole neighborhood was in on it."

You were silent as you went over his words, before finally saying, "are those really their names?"

"Well the Trumans are really the Trundles, but the rest are true."

"Jesus," you breathed out. "Anybody seem suspicious?"

"Not particularly," Dean shrugged. "But tonight's the first chance to really test anyone." He nodded towards a large pile of silverware on the counter. "I said I'd provide the forks."

"Smart," you commented, forcing yourself to give the compliment. "I guess I'll go shower and get ready for tonight."

"Shower's upstairs."

At that you left the kitchen, grabbing your bag and heading up the stairs.

The entire house was nice, just somewhat bland. It lacked any kind of character. The beige walls and white carpets were a nice change of pace to the usual dark, dirty, and stained ones that decorated every motel room, but it just felt stale. More than a week in a place like this and you'd surely go crazy.

Those feelings did not, however, transfer to the shower. A clean bathroom was not something you saw everyday, hell it wasn't something you saw every month. But damn, this bathroom with it's sparkling white porcelain and tiled shower floor devoid of mold... That was a thing of beauty. The water pressure alone forced a moan out of you.

After taking the longest shower of your life, and never running out of hot water, you changed into something slightly fancier than a sweater and jeans. When Sam had gone shopping for you, he knew exactly what to look for. You slipped into a knee-length, white summer dress, one with small sunflowers decorating the fabric. You had a pair of white shoes to go with it, then made your way downstairs.

Laughter stopped you before you entered the kitchen. You recognized Dean's laugh, it was obnoxious enough, but the others?

Only one way to find out...

You forced a smile and entered the kitchen, eyes going over the two new guests.

"Hey there sweetheart," Dean greeted you. "These two are our neighbors to the right, John and Ross."

"Nice to meet you guys," you said, extending a hand.

"Oh get that out of here! We're practically family!" The one man- John - said, pulling you into a hug.

After getting a slightly less enthusiastic hug from Ross, you moved to Dean's side, who slipped an arm right around your waist, no hesitation. Say what you wanted about Dean Winchester, but the man knew how to put on an act.

"So, Mrs. Winchester-"

"Y/N, please!" You interrupted. "Jeez, baby, did you tell nobody my name?"

"Oh he was so sneaky about you, so hush hush," Ross said. "Most of us thought you didn't even exist!"

You laughed at that and knocked your hip into Dean's in an obvious show of flirtation. "Just trying to keep me for yourself."

"Can you blame me?"

"You two are just too cute," Ross sighed.

"Y/N, do you like to read?" John asked.

You opened your mouth to respond, but were stopped short by Ross. "Oh, honey, the poor girl just got here! You can recruit her for your little book club later."

"Book club?" Dean asked.

"John and all the girls," Ross explained. "You guys meet what, like every other week? It's really just an excuse to drink wine and gossip."

"We're reading War and Peace if you'd like to join. We only started the book a week ago."

"That sounds really nice," you accepted, smiling warmly. "I can only clean the house so much every day. A book and some company would be great."

John gave you a small smile in return, then wrapped his arm around Ross'. "Well, we better get going," Ross sighed. "The party starts in an hour but people always go out early. And I refuse to be the last ones there."

You and Dean saw the two men out, keeping your arms wrapped around each other.

As soon as the door closed you split apart.

"Book club, huh?" Dean asked.

"Sounds like a chance to get some dirt," you shrugged.

Dean nodded at that. He had his hands in his pockets and rocked from his heel to the balls of his feet, face scrunched up in thought. "Uh, one quick thing about tonight..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, uh, see, I didn't know Sam would be sending you, so I might have, uh, talked a big game to some of the boys in the neighborhood..."

"Meaning?"

"I told them I had a hot wife who couldn't keep her hands off me," Dean finally got out. "So, you'll have to play it up." For a moment Dean looked ashamed, but after seeing the look of pure outrage on your face, his own features brightened. "And maybe cut the dress a little shorter. I want to see my woman's legs."

With a full out self-satisfied smirk, Dean left you in the foyer, fuming.

If Dean wanted a handsy wife, then a handsy wife he'd get.

You were going to make him regret this.

#Supernatural #Supernatural Oneshot #Supernatural Imagine #DeanXReader #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #SPN #Enemies to lovers #Show Time #Part 1 #Dean Winchester X Reader

145 notes · View notes

tanglepelt · 1 year

Text

Run Ghost Run 5

A03 Prev Next

description of injury

Four days ago

Cass and Stephanie had been in Illinois for a few days now. Just wrapped up a mission and had been prepared to send a status report. Midwestern’s just did not know how to chill out. One second there finishing up and the next Cass is glowing green. That was concerning, then she was talking about a potential war. Which was even worse.

Cass insisted on going deeper into Illinois. Her mind was set, and she had already taken off. Obviously, Stephanie was going along for the ride. Should they have contacted the others, probably. Especially since they hadn’t confirmed the first mission had completed. What was one more day of no contact.

Just like that they find themselves finding a patrol around a town. Men and Woman in white suits were walking around laser guns in hand watching the skies. White vans and closed roads all around them. No one in or out. Cass had certainly led them to something interesting. The Patrol seemed focused on the sky towards the town form what they could see with their batnoculars.

Going around the patrol the were able to see a run down nearly falling apart sign through the batnoculars. Barely legible words Amity Parks. As well a giant whit building. Cass pointed towards the building with a nod, and they were off.

There were more of these people in white suits, more whit vans all focused on the base. She could sense the white theme. It was surrounded by a barbed wired fence and seemed fortified. There where seemingly laser guns mounted on the fence pointed towards the sky. Whatever was going on he could fly. Were these people hunting aliens or metas? That would be a real problem.

Stephanie turned around just in time to see in the distance a grey armored RV plowing through the road blockades then the fence around the building. As it got closer, she could she the Green F on the side of the RV. The drivers had no care about property damage.

The real problem was when the RV crashed into the building two adults were pulling a passed-out teen from the back. A teen who was clearly restrained. Ropes keeping his hands to his back. They were talking to a man outside the base who looked way to excited for it to be anything better then bad. The way Cass was watching the scene confirmed a rescue mission.

Despite the looks of the building even excluding the newly made path into the building their security was weak. She wouldn’t be surprised if untrained civilians would be able to break into the building. There vents were even big enough to crawl through. They would have to do a little recon, see what they could figure out. Find the kid grab him and get out. Given the situation they did click emergency alert button. It would be a little bit till they got here but they could hold them off for an hour or so.

The vents did not cover every room in the building. They couldn’t even access a way to disable the power and get the jump on them. They were now on the lookout for anyone they may be able to pass off as. Get at least one preferable both on the floor and search for the kid.

Cass and Stephanie saw a blonde about the same height. Good enough for them. A simple knock out later and Stephanie was on the prowl. When she found him, Cass would emerge, and they would kick bad guy Butt. Hopefully nobody would ask for her name, the tag on the suit just said agent P.

Getting pulled into an operating room as she was the newbie who had cleanup duty proved how bad this case was. The kid was cut open and obviously spiraling. Not to mention the glowing red concoction injected into him was meant to hurt. Agent K and O were just awful humans. She did the signal for Cass to make her appearance as she escorted him to his cell. It was not a room in the slightest.

Agent K was more than happy to rant about the ghost to her, they were bent on destruction, stealing besides and just needed to be weapons. He didn’t keep it in at all. After a discussion with him she swiped his card so she could get the boy out of the cell. There was still no sign of Cass. There must be something lurking keeping her away. Shed just continue her own.

She managed to get a few trackers on him before freeing him and decided to almost listen to his request. She would delete it off the main server but make copies for there records. Find out who he was and why they wanted him. He clearly needed proper help and a good nap or two.

Deleting the data she turned to go find Cass. Cass was in the next room frozen.

T̵͔̳̱͚̫͔͉̞̝̗̿́̌̾̐͌̄̚ǐ̷̡̹̘̦̲̭̗̒̍̊̚m̵̛͎͇̈́̿͛̒́̆̀͊͜ḙ̵̻́̌ ̴̛̜̥̬̙̦̙̼̣̗͐͆͌̐̊̂̀͜ơ̸̢̥̹̪̘͍̈́̀u̵̧̲̗̻̺͍̙̔̐̊͛͛̕̚t̸̰͙̰̣̔̐̆̉́

Present

Barbara was not meant to be working in the library today. She was told forced to take a break. Things have not been going well these past few days. Steph and Cass have been unresponsive for five days. To make matters worse any signal sent to their comms or trackers would just freeze. No matter what she sent just lost in time, it was driving her bats. Banging her head against the computer wasn’t doing any good. Not to mention both Damian and Tim felt some warning. Both claimed they briefly glowed green. Nothing on the cameras or any spikes anywhere when the incident occurred. No one even witnessed it. The two couldn’t even explain what kind of warning it was. Both had been grounded for the time being. Jason was just flat out ignoring them again on top of it. Bruce had already headed out to Illinois; Dick was now patrolling Gotham alone at night. Duke during the day and Jason flat out stopped responding two days ago.

She was oh so kindly told to take a break. Hence why she was at the library today. She had planned on just using a laptop while giving the illusion she was doing something else. The sudden call out was just suspicious. Now here she was positive the bats had something to do with a worker calling out. Now stuck manning the front desk. Turned out it was a good and bad thing. Bad that there was now another mystery good that at least someone was now aware of the suspicious child. The kid in front of her had gone through something. He couldn’t be older than 15.

The kids’ bags would give Tim a run for it. Besides the bags the eyes were red and puffy underneath. The way they walked reminded her of any of having a rib cracked or broken. His breaths seemed forced a very forced. He was walking with a slight limp as well. It could just be a runaway. She might as well solve at least one mystery today.

Watching his movement led her to believe it could be much more serious. He seemed very hesitant and seemed to be shrinking away when anyone would glance at him. He looked ready to take off giving her name may get him to give his. A name even if it was just a first would be a good start. The moment the kids sleeve rolled up as he touched his throat made it more important.

Those bruises he was spotting were fresh. You could tell he had been strapped down to something then moved into smaller restraints after. Big purple bruising around his wrist. There were obvious friction burns. He struggled against it, there were smaller red lines in the middle of the bruising. Something thin had dug in after the fact. Add in the bags under his eyes only meant bad things.

The most glaring part was the black hair and blue eyes. Either he was in a bad situation hiding from something and maybe has a responsible adult out there looking him. Knowing Bruce, she could only imagine how long it was going to take for some solution. Not long once she tells them about him.

Him wanting the guest login for a computer could work in her advantage. The library technically didn’t require a name, the only reason they needed to check in was so the staff knew someone was using a computer. It was more a notice to the staff. Never could be too careful after all.

Danny once he was able to talk once he seemed to give away more info then attended. He wasn’t the best liar around. He knew he didn’t have ID or had no intentions of giving it to her. The way he paused at sister and jazz led her to believe that those bits were true. A sister named Jazz, most likely short for something. Could be jasmine or maybe the parent just liked that music style. He said his supposed name with confidence, some part of it was likely to be true. Rather than a guest logging she gave him premade account. He seemed to buy it was her account.

It was “her” account just one meant to log the information being searched.

What she knew at this point was he had obviously been held somewhere recently escaping, was from the Midwest, had a sister called Jazz and was most likely from a small town. There is no way someone from a large city would say their vice principle gave them homework for the next year. The larger the districts the more last-minute changes, change of staff’s new school boundary lines the whole work.

Regardless of where he came from it was obvious, he needed help.

First thing she needed to do was shoot a message to the group chat.

Oracle: keep a watch out for this kid. Calling himself Danny Cosmos. Something’s up with him, nothing good. Currently at the library. I’m attaching an image, it’s a tad glitchy not sure why. Most likely in danger and hiding from something.

Barbra attached an image of him when the sleeve had rolled down. She pulled it from the security camera in the library, all the footage with him was glitchy.

Signal: I’ll stay in the area as much I can. Give me a heads up when he starts to head out, will follow him.

With the message sent out Barbra watched the internet searches go on. Nothing he googled eased any concerns. A town that suddenly disappeared, the apparently lack of knowledge on hero’s, the deep dive into meta human protection, and a whole entire act declaring a species un-sentient. How could the undergrowth acts just get missed by the league. Even with it being hidden as it was some alert should have been sent.

Barbra had the feeling he wasn’t going to trust any of them. The way he investigated Gotham vigilantes after the act falling into the more conspiracy side wasn’t going to do them any favors. His searching patterns indicated that he was unaware of any of the stuff he investigated.

The whole Starling and Noctule thing was odd. Maybe he did have some early homework he wanted to do. Why else would he be looking that up, it just didn’t fit in.

Oracle: RR you should investigate the undergrowth acts now.

Oracle: Kid isn’t likely to trust anyone, he’s heading out now

Red Robin: This is going to need more than a PowerPoint.

It wasn’t even five minutes after her message when Duke replied.

Signal: A sphere of darkness just ate him. He didn’t disappear through the floor or even turn small. Could not see through the sphere or manipulate it at all. Could not get him in time.

It was at the same time an echoey voice sounded through her earpiece.

T̵̮͚͊͊į̸̥̲̱̼̬̺̫͆̀̊͜͝Ḿ̸̧̙̪̝̻̗̗̟̐͆̽̎͝ĕ̵͖͓͇̗̒̈́̉̄͘ ̷̪͎͎̙̺̃̏͝Í̶̱̜̳̗̪̖͉͗̿̓͆̍͜͝ņ̸̛̠͈͙̘͓̗̙̔̈́͛̂̽̕͝

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #fanfic #phanfic #run ghost run

63 notes · View notes