#btw the smoke cross is breathing out

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thinking abt airhead reader but w gojo shoko and getou 😭❤️

okay i ended up doing drabbles and headcanons cuz i have so many different ideas lmao

in another universe airhead pussy woulda saved geto btw

“Sorry, I’m late!” you bound into the classroom, unreactive to the way each floorboard creaks, “This old lady outside needed help down the stairs and then this second year started asking for the time and then-“

“Sit down,” your new teacher unfolds an arm, hand flattened in the direction of a lone empty desk beside a girl with short, dark brown hair.

With knees like jelly, you unsteadily make your way to the chair, heat licking up the back of your neck and around to your cheeks. Eyes scrawl from the dirt-scrubbed white lining of your sneakers to your forehead, but you’re a little too concerned over regaining control of your breathing to notice the way they all glare. 

Shoko folds her arms across her chest, eyeing you through her lashes. Satoru leans back into his seat, legs crossed, grins from behind you. Suguru, meanwhile, stares at you with pinched brows and a firm downward draw on his lips.

You scratch your shoulder, entirely unaware of the singular thought searing from your classmates’ heads.

She’s totally going to die first.

And it’s sick how that thought pervades them again even now. More than a year later.

“C’mon!” you snag Satoru by the hand and pull him closer to the yellow tape restricted tunnels of the Shibuya station, “You’re all poor sports, Satoru and I will take this on all by ourselves!”

“Definitely,” hanging his arm across your shoulder, Satoru leans his weight into you, craning the both of you into an angle as you walk. Waving off your remaining classmates, he laughs in the face of Suguru’s furrowed brows, “Why don’t you two just go home? Have a nice spa day since Suguru’s so tired!”

Huffing, Suguru looks down at Shoko as if she had been the one to offend him, “I said that once in the car.”

Shoko shrugs, stubbing out her cigarette on the concrete below before running after you and Satoru into the tunnel with flickering lights and cracked walls, “Leave it to him to be a pain in the ass!”

Your steps mingle and echo in the dim tunnel, you cling tighter to Satoru - wrapping both arms around one of his and tucking the elbow close to your chest. A fat rat scurries past and Satoru giggles when you shove yourself into his side and cartoonishly ‘eek!’ over it.

“You’re so adorable,” he teases, reaching up with his spare hand to pinch at your cheek, cooing, “Here, let me take care of this curse for ya and you can hide with Suguru.”

“Don’t pick on her, Satoru,” the very man slinks up behind the both of you, unlatching his friend’s fingers from your flesh, “It isn’t nice.”

“Yeah!” you chirp, unwrapping yourself from Satoru’s side and slipping back to match Shoko’s unhurried strides. Your eyes widen at the sight of her already flicking down the pad of her lighter, igniting the end of yet another cigarette, “Shoko…?”

“I can use reverse cursed technique, it's basically like it didn’t happen,” she rolls her eyes.

“I can, too, that doesn’t mean I go around sucking down tobacco!”

“Sucking down?” Satoru snickers, looking at you from over his shoulder, lowering the thick black lenses of his glasses.

Suguru smacks his friend sharply in the shoulder, glare quickly softening when his eyes shift to you, “We’re proud of you.”

“She can be proud of herself,” Shoko blows a thicket of smoke towards Suguru and laughs when he sneers, rearing back, “The two so-called strongest can’t even use reverse cursed technique, but my student did,” she pretends to wipe a tear from her eye.

“It was honestly pretty easy, I just went ‘hioy’ instead of ‘fwoy’ like Shoko said!”

“Exactly!”

And you slam into Suguru’s back with a guttural ‘ugh!’ while Shoko pauses a healthy handful of steps behind Satoru. Suguru twists and chuckles, setting his broad palm against the top of your head to walk you up beside him, “You should watch where you’re going.”

Satoru nods stiffly, hands on his hips like a disappointed mother, “How do you expect to survive as a sorcerer if you can’t sense the energy of a beloved friend?”

“Don’t be mean to me!” you walk out in front of Satoru and smack him in the chest, “It’s totally uncalled for!”

“Hey, ding dong,” Shoko points out behind you, “He’s got a point.”

“Huh?”

You’re not given much time to question it before a burning slithers around your ankle, scorching through your black leggings and wringing your leg tightly to the side. Wooziness hits as the blood in your body races to your head, a dark purple tendril hanging you upside down like a treat before a plump snake.

And it’s so sick and twisted and totally justified that they all have the same thought.

She’s totally going to die first.

Though, now, it’s much more of a heart pounding, throat cinching fear as well.

Not a second of you being flung in the air passes before all three of your classmates are clambering at the curse’s metaphorical and literal throat.

…

“Hey,” Shoko slides her knee into yours, resting her chin in the palm of her hand while staring at you, “Wanna try?”

She holds out the cherry-lit cigarette between two slender fingers, you twist around to see if Satoru or Suguru are even close to the front steps, “I don’t know…”

“They won’t even know!”

“Hm, will I like it?”

Shrugging, Shoko shoves the cigarette closer to your face and fails to smother down her giggle when you gag at the smell, “Aw, you’re adorable. Here - smoke.”

“You’re just trying to kill me,” you whine, plucking the cigarette from her and taking it between your lips.

And as you inhale, is when Shoko decides to answer your question, “You’ll hate it, by the way.”

And you do. Chest squeezing shut upon that first inhale, your shoulders squeeze closer to your body and you press your face into the crook of your elbow as you cough out the rejected chemicals. Shoko snatches back her cigarette with one hand and pats your back sympathetically with the other.

“Poor baby,” she ‘tsk’s, shaking her head.

“Why do you smoke those?” you wheeze, “So gross!”

“Yeah, yeah, act normal - the idiots are here.”

“They are?!” and she laughs again at how your spine shoots steel rod straight and your head swivels in search of your fellow second years (of whom are nowhere to be found).

…

“C’mere, kitty kitty!” you hang a hand out in the drippy, garbage cluttered alley, rubbing the tips of your fingers together as if that’d catch the creature’s attention, “Come on, sweet baby!”

Satoru watches with both hands stuffed in his pockets while Suguru has to cage his own behind his back to keep himself from grabbing you away from the shaking, tipped over tin can.

“We can’t keep letting her do this,” Suguru’s foot taps impatiently.

“Just let our Guilmon have fun,” yawning, Satoru leans his head onto one shoulder, “Two more minutes and then we’ll drag her away.”

“Two minutes?” Suguru glares at his counterpart, “That’s so much time to get rabies.”

You ‘pspsps’ into the dark alley, outstretching your other hand and wiggling your fingers towards the green-eyed possum hissing at you from the trash can, “I won’t bite, I promise!”

...

Additional Bullshit Headcanons (cuz i was having fun)

Suguru kinda took to you first because he was in his by-the-books era and didn’t want comrades dying unnecessarily 

And by making you hang out with him, he ended up devilishly charmed by you <3

Through Suguru you’re hanging out with Satoru all the time, and he EATS up all your praise and compliments about his power and skills

Satoru also likes being able to just engage in your sillies and goofies

Sure, he can do that with Shoko and Suguru but that usually ends up in one of them being his “straight man”, but you’re blind to comedy routines and duos so you just bounce off each other’s idiocy for fun

Shoko, however, is evil - she loves messing with you

You’re so gullible and trusting that she can’t help but to fuck with you - in totally harmless ways, though!!

“Hey, you know that food fills up from your feet to your head as you eat, right?”

“Yeah, it hasn’t rained because you’re not thankful enough for the plants.”

When missions are slower and everyone’s free, you’re usually the one initiating outings because nobody else takes the fucking lead lol

It’s just a lot easier to get YOU psyched up for things because you’re already bubbly and excited to be around your friends, and then you convince Satoru and the two of you can get Suguru on board instantly - and if it’s you three vs Shoko then… 

Okay Hidden Inventory arc time

You were sent out with Satoru and Suguru at the insistence of Yaga because even if you weren’t as strong as the other two, he knew you had SOMEWHAT more tact

And he knew that keeping Riko as calm and happy before her assimilation was essential + you being peacekeeper between the ding dongs and whatever poor civilians they might hassle

You and Gojo end up staying back to fight Toji and he fucks you up :) 

L-O-L funny haha, you were feeling confident and strong with Satoru at your side and he gets your fucking ass <3

Satoru is trying to keep his focus on his fight, knowing that no matter how stupid you are - you’re not dumb enough to not be using reverse CT right now

When Satoru gets up, you’re in shock but he just sends you out to find Suguru

When you three return, life is… different :) 

You’re trying to keep up your positive attitude even though now they both know there’s gnarly scars running under all your uniforms

You pick up on Suguru’s change IMMEDIATELY, and no matter how much he complains about the lack of space - you refuse to part from his side

Not to claim that maybe all Geto needed WAS in fact a little airhead pussy, but I don’t think he’s leaving when you’re there

When he gets all :( over Satoru’s new position as the strongest and feeling misunderstood, you’re already like “hey man, maybe the answer isn’t genocide”

And he actually does tell you what he’s feeling in full after talking to Yuki

“I’m thinking that if we kill all non-jujutsu users, then we can all be happy.”

“Suguru, that makes sense, but it’s also very pro-eugenics, which is a big no-no.”

It’s a big process, one that you’re villainously underqualified to take on

“Suguru, taking Tsukumo’s words to heart sounds like a really bad idea…”

You end up doing a reversal on his prior conversation with Satoru about the village Nanako and Mimiko are in, where you point out what little good will come about from killing all the inhabitants

And you let Satoru and Shoko and even Yaga blame you for taking Nanako and Mimiko from their village even though it was definitely Suguru’s idea

In short, Geto and you raise Nanako and Mimiko (and eventually Megumi and Tsumiki ‘cuz Satoru can’t be left out for 2 seconds) and even though he still doesn’t really like non-jujutsu users he doesn’t leave

It’s just more of that customer service bitterness where he can interact but walks away wishing nothing but the worst upon the “bad ones” he meets

And he finds a reason to exorcize curses in lifting the workload from you and Satoru and Shoko (and eventually the kids, if they become sorcerers) rather than pretending to care about the population’s well-being

#jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #suguru x reader #shoko x reader #shoko ieri x reader #airhead reader

[youatemylollipop]

A smut with Mikey x fem reader please? I just read ur oneshot porcelain doll and got kinda horny tbh and just found myself wanting smth more explicit. 😏 U can ignore this if u want to, that’s completely alright! Also, I want it to be their first time? Like, it’s dark, sweet and consensual? 🙈 Reader missed Mikey and got so high and needy for him, but she isn't sober so Mikey decided not to go all the way with her and just satisfy her needs. 😳 Thank you! 🙏

A/N: I believe you are the one who made me horny.😳 Btw, you didn’t specify which Mikey you wanted it to be, so I kinda wrote about yakuza Mikey from the timeline where him and Takemichi hadn’t met yet.

Synopsis: Your boyfriend walks in on you masturbating. Nothing else to say, really.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Sano Manjirō X Female Reader

⚠️ WARNING: Established relationship, first time, possessiveness, dark content, sort of, soft dom! Mikey, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f.receiving), fingering, drug use, Mikey uses angel and baby as petnames, MDNI!!

Word Count: 1.2K

As you breathed out, a cloud of smoke escaped your mouth, turning you into jelly. You didn’t know why, but suddenly a strange urge to slide your hand down your shorts and panties appeared as you thought of Manjirō. They way his long slender fingers would feel like, brushing over your oh so sensitive clit.

Your fingers are probably nothing compared to his, you think, but they will do for now. The feeling from the blunt does its magic as well, causing an unusual sensation of euphoria singing through your nerves. You simply continued to stroke yourself over your panties, hips jerking against your hands, whining Manjirō’s name with a timbre you didn’t know existed.

“Did you miss me this much baby? Miss me so much you couldn’t help but touch yourself at the thought of me?” Ah, and there he was in all his glory. His masculine frame leaning against the open door, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with a wicked smirk.

You sat up as quick as lightning, removing your fingers from your needy little hole. A feeling of warmth spread across your cheeks, hands shielding your core as you did your best to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze. Toes curling as the male sauntered over to your vulnerable figure, leaning down to cup your now reddened cheek affectionately. “I asked you a question, angel.”

“Yes, but I didn't mean to-” The male hushed you, silencing you in one motion. He pushed you back down onto the mattress gently. Then he took the blunt from your grasp and made several puffs, while kneeling on the bed. There was no way he would leave his favorite girl all needy and desperate for his attention.

So Manjirō was quick to get into position, licking his lips as he removed your shorts and panties before laying between your open legs. Using his fingers to spread your swollen labia apart to see just how wet you had gotten for him. Then the blond scooped up your slick and spread it over your clit.

To him, your pussy is the prettiest little thing. Pillowy folds all wet—warm and sticky slick oozing from the center. The fat of your pussy lips felt so good when he cupped a hand over the mound. Your clit, all puffy, swollen, throbbing and oh so needy. Practically begging for him to touch it: like a siren, luring him into the depths of the ocean. Only for him to take and own however he wishes.

“Is my sweet little angel so needy she couldn’t wait till I got home?” He cooed mockingly, the tips of his fingers stroking your hole. A mischievous grin appeared on his handsome face as he leaned in to suck your clit before flicking it over.

A dizzy feeling evaded your senses as you were met with the sight of Manjirō between your legs. His arms are gripping onto your thighs while his head is buried between them. Busy making out with your pussy, sucking and licking it as if it was the greatest dessert he had ever tasted.

Your fingers curled into the bed sheets as you arched your back. Unable to speak as two of his long elegant fingers slid inside you. Oh, if only Manjirō knew how needy his girl was when high. It was such a pretty sight, but he had to be careful. Couldn’t let his dark impulses take over, since you were far too inexperienced to be able to handle it.

His girl was just too innocent and he had no other choice but to settle with satisfying her needs.

“What a pretty sight,” he murmured, rubbing two fingers over your folds, and gathering cream to your clit, the excess dribbling down the globes of your ass. He swallowed thickly. “Just look at it, [Name]-chin. Look what a mess your pussy has become.”

A startled and strangled cry escaped your lips at the sight of what was happening, causing him to stop and look up at you with a dark and lustful expression. That has you closing your thighs, but he tuts at you, snaking his hand to cup your cunt. “Hey, don’t be shy. It’s pretty—the prettiest.”

You wiggle and try to move away from him out of embarrassment, only for him to pull you back in and hold you down in place. Going back to gliding his tongue on your clit ever so slowly and gently, teasing you all the while staring into your glazed eyes, like a predator watching its prey.

He shifts his focus back to your pussy. Moving his face a little lower, his tongue starts to play with your hole, the wet muscle lapping at your essence and slithering its way into your tight little hole. Murmurs of how good you taste entering one ear and leaving the other.

He removes one hand from your thigh and brings it to play with your clit again, lightly pinching and rubbing it. Then he’s grinding his palm against it, the joints of his fingers getting all sticky and tacky with cum. He keeps grinding and grinding despite the noises of disapproval from you, despite the death grip of your plush thighs around his head, despite the frantic squirming of your hips against his face.

Soon at every swipe of his tongue and finger over your clit and clenching hole, a moan of pleasure escapes you. Manjirō’s tongue was sucking and licking over your clit, but only this time with more force. His hand taking care of your clenching hole, and considering just how wet you already were, he easily slipped two fingers in. You bite your lips to stop the moans, but it turned out to be futile as Manjirō worked wonders with his tongue and fingers.

However, just listening to you moaning was not enough for the ash blonde anymore. The male wanted to hear you scream in pleasure and come undone in his mouth. He wanted to feel your sweet honey like essence drip on his tongue. So he added another finger to your hole and started to fuck you even harder. Drilling them knuckle deep into you and curling them upwards to hit that precious spot of yours.

"Now, be a good girl and cum for me."

And as you finally cum, he focuses his hand in an angle that digs the heel of his palm over your clit. Your pussy throbs and twitches from overstimulation as you convulse. Back arching, eyes rolled back, mouth agape in a silent scream. Long legs twitching as you squirt your release like a broken fountain. Manjirō drinks up all that you give with great pleasure.

Your essence drips down from his chin as he raises his head and finally lets go of your legs. Your eyelids grow heavier by the second due to exhaustion from the earth shattering orgasm you just experienced. But right before you pass out, you hear him say something, and all you can do is nod your head at his question, a faint, satisfied smile grazing your lips.

"Did my sweet little angel enjoy her reward?"

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[velvet-paradox]

Ache

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: You get a concussion and poor König is beside himself and the 141 are trying their best to get you to remember. Length: LONG; I am so NOT sorry btw ;) Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, reader has a little freak out, flashbacks, sad boy König, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaint @isikforyourthoughts @stuckimaginationuniverse @howaboutlunch @pookie90 @undeadfreak47 @pokerfaceftw @dracofxckingluciusmalfoy @panty-h03 @0151imagayone

p.s. I used Google translate for the words below Bis später = see you later Bitte = please Verdammte Scheiße = holy shit

ENJOY!!!

König is worried. Fidgeting in this sterile room, everything is so white and so clean, not a speck of dust on any surface, tidy desks and stiff furniture that begs to be sat on or it'll turn into stone. He paced the room, heavy boots pounding mopped up linoleum.

His gear is still stained, hadn't bothered to wash off the combat. There wasn't any time. He had to get that EVAC out to your location as soon as possible, he'd have to apologize to driver when he found him. He was in a rush and overwhelmed with panic, he didn't truly mean to knock the woman down trying to get you into the back of the van.

But you were in danger, hurt, unconscious.

Those sorry motherfuckers had harmed his precious girl, the only one to make him smile, to make him genuinely laugh. You took him as is, all broken pieces and shattered dreams. You'd fight his demons if you could, you told him so night after night, stroking his head against your chest or stomach.

You were his grounding point. The calm to his storm.

Therefor he couldn't risk you being in this state, a flashbang had knocked you all to the ground, deafening ringing, chaos and bloodshed soon to follow. König didn't realize until the damage was done and the smoke had cleared that you were crumpled against the South wall, completely out with a trickle of blood leaking from your ear.

He made some sort of animal-like sound, it didn't even register that he'd never made that sort of noise before until he reached you, crushing and grabbing your vest to sit you up. Your head was limp like a cloth doll, König was graceful in holding you steady, checking your vitals and manually opening your eyes.

"Come in Actual! I need an EVAC immediately!"

You looked so small in that hospital bed, fragile. Foreign.

He knew you as a hellcat, fiery and hot to the touch. Ready to fight or fuck at any given chance. This version of you made him nervous. Scared him. And Colonel König does not get scared.

He checked his watch again, the rhythm of the monitors you were hooked up to only agitated him further, so that meant more pacing, more worrying his bottom lip that tasted of blood. Skin chewed up raw.

König leaned on the end of your bed making it creak under his weight. He could punch through a wall right about now, gnaw on the fucking plaster, rip off door jams and spit out nuts and bolts. Under his watch this had happened and he would never forgive himself. His eyes watered briefly before he pushed off the bedframe, your head wrapped gauze, shrapnel had made little scratches across your forehead and cheek.

Please be okay my darling girl… I can't much anymore…

König stirred awake, he'd picked up and moved the heavy chair from the window to your bedside, crossing his arms and resting his cheek on them as he watched you sleep. Your steady breathing had matched the heart monitor, smooth and calm and that's what had lulled him to sleep.

His back would fucking kill later but he wasn't too bothered. He'd do anything for you.

You made a weird face and groaned, shifting your shoulders before blinking yourself awake.

König's tank had never been so full with relief. He straightened himself up, touching your hand without the IV in it. "Oh thank God mein liebe; I was so worried. How are you feeling?"

His eyes danced over your face as you wet your lips.

"Like shit. Did I get hit by a fucking truck or what?" Your voice cracked and König was quick to jump up and fill a paper cup that was childlike in his shaking hands. He helped you to take small sips.

"Something like that. Unpredictable flashbangs with do that. Lucky we got out when we did."

"What?" You blinked up at him.

"Flashbangs. You know. Poof!" König made an explosion gesture by his helmet. "Nasty things. Effective, but still very nasty."

"I don't know what that is," you paused then and looked around the room with open eyes, clarity slipping through the cracks as you gripped the cup, brows furrowed. "I don't-- where am I? What am I doing here?"

König touched the top of your bed, concern in his emerald eyes. "My darling Ferret, you were injured in combat. Nothing broken but you were knocked unconcsous, we brought you in as soon as possible. Are you--," König didn't want to hear your answer but he didn't like to mess around the bush. Best to rip off the band-aid. "Do you know me? Do you not recognize me?"

You swallowed as your eyes grew glassy. You shook your head.

"Should I?"

His heart broke.

"It's me. My name is König , I am your commanding officer. You and the boys are-"

"Boys? I have boys? Am I mother?! Whose mother am I?" You screeched and spilled what was left of your water as you tossed off your sheet and began inspecting your stomach.

"No no. Calm down Ferret, you are no ones mother. Yet. I meant the boys of the 141, our company, Captain Price, L.T., Gaz, MacTavish… any o' them ring a bell?"

"No. Oh my God… who am I? König who am I?"

You really started to panic then, crying and kicking off the rest of your blankets, your heartrate was increasing alarming fast. König tried to shush you, calm you down, but it was no use, you just freaked out even more. You gained the attention of the nurses who came bursting into the room, pushing him out of the way as you screamed and tried to pull out the iv.

Chaos. König didn't know what to do and it was all a blur until one of the nurses in burgandy scrubs had grabbed his tac vest, forecefully and dragged him to the door.

"Colonel! Sir! We've got this, you need to leave."

Your shouts of protest were terrifying as you writhed on the bed in confusion and pain. There were too many of them, like ants swarming a downed enemy.

"Sir! Please, she'll be fine. I need you out. Now," König only frowned but took the steps necessary. "Do it for her."

The door slammed shut in his face then and all he could do was stand there and watch the blinds be slid down.

….

König growled and cursed something fierce all the way back to his dorm room, boots heavy and reminding him that much more that he would be going to bed alone tonight. With a huff he kicked his door closed, stripped off his helmet and hood. Piece by piece, he tore his gear angrily off, missing the laundry basket altogether.

His bed protested his weight as he rubbed at his face, aware that his gloves smeared what was left of his grease paint and gun residue. He hung his head, tapping his boots when he steepled his fingers beneath his chin.

He squinted down and grabbed a foreign object just by the end of his bed. Little by little, maroon in color lace looked so small in his hands.

It was one of your fancy bras.

König chuckled at the sight of it, a little light in his pitch dark tunnel. Without shame and without guilt, he fisted the light material before shoving it to his nose. It still smelled like you after several weeks and he closed his eyes.

"Bis später!" Had come from his mouth, waving off Ghost and Sergeant McTavish. He was grateful to be in his space, with his things, able to recharge after spending damn near all of his energy bank. If he were part machine, which sometimes he felt that way with how hard and focused he worked; there would be a flashing LOW BATTERY sign on his forehead.

He sighed against the door frame, barely ducking underneath it when he looked up at some sudden movement. He balked. You, you slinky attractive little devil had slipped past the guards, slunk into his room and into his bed. Growing voices made the big man struggle to get his whole body inside to block out your own, slamming the door behind him. Gloved hands still on the knob.

"Verdammte Scheiße! What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you, what does it look like?" You shrugged as carelessly as you pleased. As drained as he was, he always had enough energy for your antics. A bare arm patted the bed next to you, a coy little smile on your face.

"I thought we've talked about this, no? We need to be careful about us." König said as he sat down, taking his gloves off and setting them on the floor by his nightstand.

"I'm tired of being careful, aren't you?" You grabbed his warm fingers, looking up at him.

"Yes but--"

"But what? Whose gonna' stop you? The big bad ex-KorTac boogeyman with the pretty eyes and enough documented kills to make any Narco envious and not to mention that big ol' hog--"

"Shut your face, right now!" König clamped a hand over your mouth, even though he was smiling behind his mask, bashful but a little boosted by your vulgar description. He didn't need to give the base anymore to talk about.

Your wet tongue startled his palm as you laughed, music to his ears as leaned his body against you.

"Oh come on, I'm surprised it even fits. Damn thing is the size of my arm!"

"It is not, stop that." König scolded you, a failed attempt to keep you quiet even though he was enjoying your praise.

"Oh yes it is!" You chuckled and pressed your sheet covered chest against his arm. "You should probably get a weapons clearance slip for that thing!"

"That's it!" König tackled you on the bed, his gear shifting with his weight, pinning you down. You wiggled and laughed beneath him, he silently asked how'd he get to be the one on top of you, making you laugh, smile. Men like him didn't get pretty things like you. He suspected and believed his old KorTac buddies that he'd end up settling for what he thought he deserved. Pocket lint and a sex doll. Not at all the real body of yours, looking at him like he hung the fucking moon and if he you would only keep looking at him like this, make him feel like he swallowed bees, calmed the anger and wolfish tendencies; he just might try it.

König sat back on his haunches. "How long have you been waiting for me?"

His heart stopped with your cheeky answer. "My whole damn life."

….

He dreamt of you that night. Surprised even to himself that he could calm himself down, even after a long and hot shower. He was exhausted. Scrubbing that same dirt and grime, that filth off his skin that stained your own. Maybe it was the emotions of it all, everything cresting, crumbling like bricks in his hands as you couldn't even remember him.

Maybe that's why he cried.

And maybe that's why he slept so good.

He tucked your bra underneath his pillow before he left his room the next morning, safe keeping and all that. He gave the neatly made bed a gentle pat before catching a ride with some very green, very eager-to-please rookies on a golf cart to the hospital.

"Colonel!" He stopped at the distinct voice of Captain Price, he could practically feel the mans' boots on the definitely needed to be replaced tiles beneath his own feet. "Colonel, I'm glad I caught you, old man-"

"I am not old," König squinted at Price's crinkled eyes, lost in a teasing smile. "In fact, you're older by four years, fifteen days and seven hours."

"How do you know that?" John Price paused.

"I read your file." König shrugged. He had a photographic memory, could remember coordinates from a stint in Kosovo, the delicatessen's not far from Vatican City, the look on your face after your first kiss, what color your toenails were that summer on the West Coast with the rest of the 141.

"Very well, lad. I uh just spoke with Y/N's doctors, she's been sedated, had a bit of a rough night last night, so they said. She's awake but nothing seems to spark her memory just yet."

König bit at his lips, he should've been there with you. The thought of you being alone and afraid, scared to death of all those around you being pumped through with who knows what.

"She'll come back to us big man," Price's hand on his arm was warm and the little squeeze he gave him felt genuine. "I know you two are close; just how close I haven't determined but I assume it's a heartfelt one. One that maybe goes a little more than the base and ranks."

"That's none of your business, Captain." König ground his teeth.

"You're right but I should let you know there's a little bet and a rumor going on that it's beyond professional," König straightened his back at that, shifting his weight. "Don't shoot the messanger, but the pot has gotten pretty full and I like winning."

Price chuckled as he walked away, leaving König to think more than just about you.

Your room is quiet expect for the whirling machine hooked up to your hand, your breathing is smooth when he enters, the steady beat of your heartbeat. He knew you were beloved on base and by all the bouquets of flowers, balloons and 'GET WELL SOON FERRET!' cards that surrounded your bed and side tables, he once again felt lucky to even breathe the same air as you, let alone become bedfellows and lovers.

He felt bad he came empty handed.

Until you rolled your head over to see him, a piss-poor attempt to make himself small.

"It's you." Your voice was a little scratchy and he'd hoped it was from a little nap and not from screaming in the middle of the night.

"Hallo mein-- I mean Y/N," your given name sounded strange in his mouth when he cleared his throat and crept a little more into the room. Your eyes never left him. "How are you feeling now? I talked with Price in the hallway."

"It's strange, I know you said the other day that we know each other and when I'm looking at you, like this, I feel like I should," you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, gears working against you as you laid there, eventually staring up at the ceiling. "I feel like I should know who I am and I don't. I should know you, apparently, but I don't. I don't remember anything!" you whined and palmed your glassy eyes, sniffling and huffing and all König could do was worry and reach out to touch your shoulder. "What if I never do? What if I become somebody else?"

"Don't do that, bitte. Please my dear," his gloved hand grasped your wrist and you let him, let him pull down your hands, locking eyes.

"You're taking a page out of my book and you're going to worry yourself sick. You'll come back to us." To me.

He wished and prayed that you would as he stayed with you for a little over an hour before you grew tired and again on his way to the mess hall and once more before bed.

….

"If you get hurt jus' remember lass, this was yer idea to begin wit'!" Johnny said with a grin, wobbling quite a bit on König's shoulders as he reached out to grapple with your hands.

"You know you're a lot heavier than you look." König grumbled through straight teeth, holding on to the Scotsman's' hefty thighs.

The sun was high that day on the Coast, a well needed and earned r&r retreat for the 141.

"Don't tell me you're backing out already, Johnny!" You teased, fitting your fingers through his as you moved on Simon's shoulders in the water opposite of them.

You looked incredible, wet and sandy, smiling as if you didn't just have someone else's blood on your hands three days prior somewhere in Bolivia. You two hadn't even kissed yet, just a lot of sexual tension and flirty exchanges when no one was looking or listening.

"I'm just lettin' you know wee one, I'm not above playing unfairly now."

"We'll see about that, you ready down there L.T.?"

"Ready when you are, kid."

Game on.

The guys joked about never hearing König laugh before, after your successful best two out of three chicken matches in the ocean. He felt insecure about it, covering his already covered mouth from his hood. Ghost and Johnny drank back to back beers while you saddled up next to him with a turkey sandwich and some fruit.

"I like it."

König looked over at you, sitting extra close in the sand as you dug your feet into the sand, a complimentary red on your toes as they swiftly disappeared and you ate a berry.

"Pardon?"

"Your laugh," you said inching closer so your leg touched his. "I like it. You should do it more often."

König scoffed and stole a grape from your plate, tossing it up in the air. "Say something funny then."

"I wanna' kiss you right now."

He choked on his spit and laughed again, to get König off guard was no easy task and yet you were flying through in fucking technicolor.

"Now that is funny."

"Who said I'm joking?"

As you watched your L.T. and Johnny pack up their truck, you had made sure to wave them off and as they turned out of the parking lot, with that same hand you grabbed the front of König's shirt, leaned up as far as those cute toes of yours could tip-toe and kissed him right on the mouth.

….

" 'ow about this one, we're just outside the Museum of Antioquia in Medellín, does this look familiar at all, kid? Anything abou' it? Anything at all?"

"I mean… that's obviously us. It's pretty foggy still honestly… so no."

"Alright no worries, love. How about this one? The Courtauld Gallery, we just had to go according to you to see your favorite painting."

"Am I an art major or something?"

"No. You just appreciate fine works of art I suppose."

König didn't mean to instantly get hard at Ghost's choice of words. He turned his back to you and your visitors, walking, uncomfortably so, towards the window with his hands behind his back.

You had said those same words to him once.

You two had gotten caught in an ice storm and not just any ice storm either, the kind where wherever you're at… that's where you're going be for the foreseeable future. Luckily for the both of you, the safe house had been recently restocked and insulated, thick plastic on the windows ruffled and protested the pounding wind outside. The freezing cold had slithered its icy tentacles through the cracks around the door making the fire you'd built in the little stove flutter and crack.

You only wore your underclothes, tight black thermals under your gear, frost and snow melting off your boots side by side by the front door. You crouched and added a few logs, eyeing him as he came into the living room with two mugs of tea.

He thought you were excited about the warmth from the cups but you had something a lot hotter in mind.

Thermals littered the floor, your whines and cries for more sang beautifully with the crackling fire nearby. You didn't even make it to the bed.

"Oh God König!" you panted against his shoulder as he rutted against you on the floor, creaking under his heavy weight. His cock fit perfectly once he'd gotten you off on his fingers first, it was proper to make you cum first.

He might be a little ruthless and rough around the edges but the man has manners! He rolled his eyes in pure delight when you arched up into his chest, nipples hard and legs trembling, spread enough to fit his frame between them. "You feel so fucking good. I knew you would-- aha just like that baby, fuck!"

Your head thunked against the floor, König was quick to fit one of his hands beneath it, in case it happened again. He had secretly wished it would, if only he could last a little bit longer. Your wet, gummy walls fought and milked his cock like no other, bringing him back in with a soft hug.

"Yeah? You like that huh? I'm practically devouring you, molding you to-o me." König grunted and groaned something in his native tongue before taking a bite out of your neck, loving it as you grabbed at his arms, his shoulders, his thrusting hips when he soothed it over with his gentler kisses.

"I want it. I want you so bad," he shivered at your words, his cock throbbing and threatening to explode so soon. He couldn't help it! He'd been eager for months to just maybe get a smooch from you and yet here you both are, making love on the floor in some safehouse by a fire. "I can't believe you're inside me right now. Why did we wait so long? It's so fucking good."

You whined and moved your legs higher up his waist, your knees digging into his ribs. König grabbed your leg and brought it up further, changing the angle and hitting something deep, so so deep and primal that you literally shouted his name, eyes wild and mouth agape as if you couldn't believe it was real.

Your neck bent to look at where his cock was disappearing, in and out in great, thick thrusts. Words were lost on you as all that came out of your throat was gasps for breath.

"Guess you like that too, yes?"

"YES!"

König barely had time to chuckle at your shouts, begging for more and more, it was all so hot and erotic and when you came he growled your name. He pulled out just in time to cum along the inside of your thighs, tapping the crown of it into his spend, smearing it around.

"Oh baby… you are a fucking work of art."

….

"What about some fresh air, kid? Might do ya' some good, instead o' breathin' in all this medicinal shit." L.T.'s suggestion brought König back to the present, he made a face and adjusted himself before turning around.

Ghost gave him a shrug. It had been five days after all.

"Yeah. Why not? Can't hurt, right?" You agreed. "Will you come with me?"

"She's talkin' to you, big boy." Simon voiced, startling König into a different position.

"Me? You want me to--"

"Will you?"

Simon smiled and left you to get dressed for the outside world since the accident.

König made sure to cover your eyes once you walked out into the sun, you tucked yourself into his side automatically, mumbling that it was too damn bright. He chuckled and kept you close, an arm around your shoulders as you walked the grounds.

"Can I ask you something?" You were picking at your nail beds, a nasty habit you tried to break your Freshman year of college and miserably failed.

"Shoot."

"Are we like… together? Like a couple? Simon and some of the other guys' made it seem like we're close. Like-- really close. Is that like a rumor thing or should I know something that I don't?"

König stopped, his boots kicking up gravel. "It's complicated. I am your commanding officer. Your superior. That would be inappropriate."

"Is it inappropriate or true?" you asked, stuffing your hands into a well worn hoodie. "Or both?"

König sighed, moving closer to you when a group of four young recruits jogged by. "Both."

You pursed your lips and looked around the busy base. The group of recruits that had given him a ride to see you drove by quickly, giving you both a solid but quick salute while a Staff Sergeant barked orders a few yards away.

"Is it serious?"

König cleared his throat and crossed his arms nervously. "The short answer? Yes. The long answer… is also yes."

You smiled brightly and shielded your eyes once more from the sun and from looking up at him. He swore his eyes crossed with how cute you looked, making that squinty face. You seemed content with his answer and started walking again, asking where you two had met.

"Maybe you should ask Soap about all that. Sorry, I mean Sergeant McTavish. Johnny. He sorta' is the reason for us being, well for us being close." König suggested, moving the bottom of his hood out of the way of a thick spoonful of a Rocky Road milkshake just off base.

"Well I'm asking you." You pointed your own spoon at him, apologizing when a few pieces of chocolate flung onto his forearms across the table. "Sorry."

"No worries. I rather like chocolate." König smiled.

"Tell me. Please? It might trigger something useful." You began to pout and oh no you don't, don't you dare tremble that bottom lip of yours. Oh, he could just lunge across this comically small table, break the umbrella above your heads in half and grab you and just kiss you, tell you how much you mean to him, how this limbo bullshit was driving him crazy!

König wasn't a man known for flowery words, motivational speaking and the like but he knew you so it wasn't out of his comfort to explain in detail how you did in fact meet. He talked and talked, milkshakes long gone, fries gone cold but salvaged for a midnight snack.

Once back on base König stopped in the hallway that splits from rank when you grab his hand.

"Can I come with you?"

"Come with me where?"

You swallow and look around the unusually vacant split. "To your room. Maybe it'll help. I mean, if we're together," you hushed and got closer to his side. "Maybe it'll help."

König smiled beneath his hood, wolfish and he knew how sharp his teeth were against the plump flesh of his bottom lip. "Sure. Come on."

….

"These are little… explicit." You chuckle while fidgeting with an old digital camera in his arsenal. The SD card is almost full, he knows this but he can't risk transferring them to another device. He'd stain his career if he got his tablets mixed up and not so safe or savory pictures of you and him together, were to make the rounds. The last thing this place needs is a scandal.

You tilted your head at one, zooming in and then thrusted it at his chest. "This is… are those… zip ties?"

König took the camera and knew exactly which picture you'd landed on. His mouth watered at the memory.

"Ah yes. This is the night you broke me."

"What does that mean?" You asked and sat down next to him on the bed.

A funny little jolt surged through his belly, warming his cheeks and hands as you two looked at the digital screen.

"Um uh well, I was gone on a mission in Copenhagen, it was only supposed to be a two week set up and recon, I could do those in my sleep but there was some miscommunication on their end and long story short I was gone for almost a month," König explained, thoughtfully looking at himself on the screen. "I used the SAT phone to keep in touch. We'd been together a steady two months before deployment and I didn't get a chance to give you a proper goodbye. So I promised you could have me any way you wanted."

"And I wanted to restrain you?"

"You wanted control over the situation. Over me." And you did. "Wow. I didn't think I was the dominant type. Or that a guy like you would allow it."

König barked out laughing, almost dropping it, which would have been devastating, but he managed to fumble it onto the soft mattress below instead. "Oh mein cutie, you are a terror when you get into one of your moods. Trust me. And to be fair; you've done a lot worse."

König was pleased the security officers left him alone for the night, no more nightly checks and lights out for the older man. He'd paid his dues but sometimes some fresh faced recruit would want all their other supervisors to know they'd checked on everyone, including the Colonel himself and Captain Price just a few doors down.

You'd fallen asleep after going over a handful of more photos, some more tasteful then others. Some cute, your smiling face as he slept with his large, scarred back facing you. Candids of König cleaning one of his weapons, examining knives. Holding hands. Your head on his lap. You fast asleep in one of his ratty old shirts. Obscene ones of just how fucked out he made you, gaping and leaking his spend. A few with just his fingers saturated with his cum.

You looked so comfortable and cute all curled up on his covers, hands tucked under your head. He couldn't help himself and mimicked your position as best he could, wincing and apologizing in a low whisper that he was sorry he kicked your knee. You groaned in your sleep and patted his hand.

König didn't remember falling asleep but he was suddenly incredibly warm, hot even, sweating beneath his hood and t-shirt he shifted but felt he couldn't move. He blinked and caught you holding on to him, damn near piggy-backing him. You mumbled something against the back of his head, fingers twitching and grabbing at the thin fabric.

"…König."

He flinched at the way your voice said his name. Hushed and broken, his attempt to turn around and face you failed and you grabbed him tighter. He touched your hands on his arm.

"Y/N it's ok it's me."

"Oh no… where are you? I can't see-" You whined and jerked around behind him. If only you could hear him, see him, feel him try to calm you down from whatever it was you were dreaming out. König was used to fretting and getting himself all worked up into a lather, this time he did manage to roll over, getting up onto an elbow he held both of your hands in just one of his.

"My love, wake up. If you can hear me, wake up, you can wake up now."

Your face pinched and thrashed, your neck craning at a painful angle as if you were possessed until your eyebrows finally released, your fingers unballing and then you opened your eyes. One at a time. Blinking into the inky blackness of the room.

There was just enough light coming the sunlight above König's bed, the angle nice and gentle on your face. You finally looked at him.

He tried his best to soften his eyes, let you know you were safe and in good hands not in the arms of some stranger, which all of the base had been as of late. He let go of your hands when your jugular jerked.

"König."

"Are you okay now?"

"Where am I?" you asked and he cast down his eyes to the rising and falling of your chest. "Am I still dreaming?"

"No. You're awake now. You can pinch me if you'd like."

He waited for your answer before you reached up and cupped his face, touching the masks' edge, circling around one of the eye holes before tearing up. "I believe you, baby."

Oh. Oh. OH!

"Baby…"

You sniffled and König wanted to pinch himself, make sure he wasn't the one dreaming that you'd come back to him. "I missed you."

"Oh mein liebe, you have no idea how much I've missed you." König surged and gathered you up into his arms, hooking his whole arm between your legs to bring you as close to his chest as humanly possible. He smelled your hair, rubbed his clothed cheek against yours. His hands under your shirt.

"How long was I out?"

Your voice was so light and innocent, sitting on his bed with the covers around your shoulders. He'd fixed you some tea, not the exact way Simon had taught him but close enough.

"Almost a week."

You frowned again and König couldn't help but take your hands in his, assuring you it was alright, that you were in the clear and should definitely seek the med staffs' guidance.

"A week?! Oh my God. I've been banged before but not like that."

König attempted to stifle his laugh, chuckling harder after you whacked his arm. "Bitte bitte, I surrender."

"You better! I've been M.I.A. and you're making fun of me."

Your pouting face was so damn cute König moved in front of you after bouncing his thumb on your bottom lip, holding out his hand. "I'm not making fun of you honey, it's just the way you said it."

"Yeah yeah, wait 'til you get knocked the fuck out and we'll see whose making fun then, hmm?"

"You would make fun of me?"

"In a heartbeat." Your sneer and banter held no weight and the both of you knew that. You were back to your usual self, a little froggy sur but you knew who you were, who he was, where you were and what was going on.

The head nurse in the med bay was excited to see you up and walking around, coherent and well aware of what had happened. She checked your vitals, looked at your eyes, felt around your cranium for any undiscovered lumps or bruising from being knocked back against that cement wall.

You were cleared.

She sent you off with a note and a stern 'now get some rest!'. König bounced his legs while he waited next to you, recognizing that she was the same nurse who had tossed him out that first night. She winked at him before letting you both leave.

"God I have missed you mein cutie, my little precious thing." König sang into your neck once back in his quarters, he hadn't let his hand slip from your hip since leaving the nurses station. He held you hostage in his lap in his bed, petting your face and rubbing your arms.

"How much?"

"So so much," König cooed at you, shivering from your touch as your arms circled around his neck, you snuck your fingers beneath his hood, toying with the strands of hair you could tug on. "More than I crave a hunt, a kill. Man or beast. Nothing satisfies me more than you do, my love."

"I know I've been out of it but… does that mean--"

"Oh my dear thing. Bitte! You think my mind was elsewhere while you were coasting through life? Nein nein nein, I put my needs behind yours."

"You haven't… so you must be pretty bricked up then?"

König tilted his head at that. "Not you getting medically cleared and ready for a good fucking straight away."

"She said to get some good rest, did she not?" You bit your lip and twisted the hem of his mask. "What better way then to make sure I'm fully rested then that?"

"My love… don't poke the bear."

"Is the bear in hibernation?"

He chuckled at that, letting you lean forward, pressing your foreheads together, breathing each other in. "It's summer time my dear… the bears are out of hiding."

Your eyes burned into his, as coy and cool as you tried to play it, all your intentions were naked and clear. "Are you going to be my bear tonight, König?"

….

Now usually when you were in one of these moods König wouldn't even bat an eyelash, click his teeth or spit at the thought of tossing you around, fisting your hair and making you squeal. In turn you'd leave marks and brusies only he knew were there, hidden beneath his gear. But this was different. You were in a delicate state, though medically cleared he wasn't about to go about fucking you senseless.

No. You needed to be handled gently.

So that's what he did.

Shimmying out of his clothes while you did the same, reaching out for him he went down easily, caging you in. You hummed and lifted the base of his mask, hiding beneath it with him, stealing a few chaste kisses before slipping your tongue into his mouth. König groaned and crushed his body into yours.

"Missed you so much, my love." König straightened up on his arms, looking down at you with heart eyes.

"Show me. Show me how much you missed me, baby. Bears give hugs, don't they?"

König chuckled, his hood swaying with puffs of his laughter. "My little play thing, bitte. Please. I am not a bear."

"Sure you are big guy," you cooed and moved to grab one of his hands, ghosting it over your collar, on the ball of your shoulder, settling it palm side down on your chest. "You're my big bear, aren't you?"

Oh hell… he couldn't say no to that face. With a huff he gave in, he'll admit it later that is did warm his heart that you thought of him that way. A protector. A caregiver. He'd been chosen to take care of you and König didn't agree with failure.

After a few more kisses he rolled away from you, shushing you when you whined with the loss of his body heat and weight. He curled himself behind you, easily hefting you up and over so your back was to his front, being very careful of his genitals. He calculated how far apart your legs should be, fitting them over his thick thighs like butterfly wings, making you jerk at the cool air hitting your wet cunt.

König carefully began to grope over your body, humming with delight when your hips wiggled, your toes digging into the sheets, your hands barely holding onto your tits. He teased you first, getting you warmed up, snickering as your breathing became labored, looking down your body as he played you like a professional musician.

"Please baby, please finger me already," you keened and gasped when he cupped your entire mound, feeling it pulse against his fingers. "I need to feel you."

"Ah ah ah. Already begging, what a needy little thing you are my love. Are my hands on you not enough?" König taunted, moving both of his hands to spread you open. You inhaled sharply, both of you watching as his fingers inched closer and closer to your clit.

"O-o f course but-- oh!"

He switched his tactics and instantly shoved his middle finger inside you, knuckle deep.

"Aww poor thing is fucking tight. Almost like the first time, ja? Been without for a week and already so slick," König peered over your shoulder, throbbing when he saw how hard you grabbed at your chest, playing with your nipples at his advancement. "You're so perfect."

"I'm so empty, please König, mein König."

"Empty you say? One finger is not enough for you? Nein nein you can handle another finger perhaps, maybe… three?"

You rolled your head to the side, looking back at him, an almost pained expression on your beautiful face. "Bitte."

"Oh fuck." Not you speaking his language.

You didn't make a sound when another finger plunged deep into your hole, holding himself back from just outright making a sloppy mess of your pussy, soak his fingers down to the fucking wrist. No no, he was going to treat you with kid gloves. Delicate work. He pulled them out to the second knuckle before twisting them back in, stretching you out.

Only then did you crack and keen, bucking your hips to take them in even deeper, finding that precious little spongy spot that drove you wild.

"Oh fuck yeah."

"That's what my little cub needed, ja? Should I go faster, hmmm? Get you all nice and wet to take my cock."

"Yeah yeah yeah," you nodded franticly, still squeezing and pinching yourself while he finger fucked you. "Get me wet baby, make me cum. Wanna' cum for you."

"You always wanna' cum for me. Wait until the rest of that pretty little head of yours comes all the way back, oh my love, the things you're going to remember, one should be so jealous. But I am afraid mein liebeling you will not be drenching my fingers tonight. Oh no."

"But I--"

"Tut tut little thing, you'll get to cum. That is a promise. But you will be coming on my cock instead, now roll over, ja like that, there we go. Look at you, I didn't have to explain what I meant. See, that memory of yours is coming back faster than we thought!"

König spooned you, cuddling you from behind and lifting your top leg up and over his hip while he told you to stay still, hold tight, to listen to him as he began guiding and sliding the already pre-cum slick crown of his cock between the apex of your thighs, against your sex, popping and nudging up against your swollen bundle of nerves.

You begged. Oh did you beg, he'd barely pushed it in when your arm came flying back, grabbing the back of his head, molding it to the back of your neck. When you pushed back on him König had to shut his eyes, lost in the feeling of sinking into you again. Grateful. Thankful. Pleasure bloomed as your pussy did around his thick cock.

"You're so precious like this, little thing. Mein cutie, mein sweeetness." König cupped your jaw and had you look back at him, dancing his hips into your rear, splitting you open just a little more. You hiccupped a gasp, locking eyes as you moved together as one.

"I needed this, oh shit did I need this. Several days without you was fucking torture verdammt, squeeze down like that again, fucks sake." "Is my big bear getting close?" You joked, your giggles turning into moans and curses as you gripped the back of his hood even tighter.

"Is that what you want? Want me to cum inside you, fill up your little hole?"

"Yes."

"Oh! What a filthy little thing you are, wishing to be filled up. You know my love," König slapped your outer thigh before gripping it tightly, your skin sagging with the weight they held and brought you even closer, his trimmed short and curlys getting wetter by the minute stuck to your rear. "You keep begging for it I just might have to hold you down and breed you. How about that, hmm?"

The noise you made made him whine against your neck.

"Goodness! Is that what you want?"

It took a minute for your voice to catch up to your nodding head, swallowing thickly. "Yes! Oh my God that's so fucking hot."

"You like that idea?"

You bit your lip and smiled so innocently.

You were so pretty all he could think about was breaking you in half. For a man of König's size and weight, he's very nimble and can move faster than you can think. He had you on your front in a few seconds, hoisting up your hips, dragging you back just enough. "If that's what you want… tap me if it is too much, my love. Promise me."

"Yes."

He slapped your ass. "That's not what I said."

"Yes! Yes I promise."

König smiled when you moved your head and hair to the side, then gave him a thumbs up.

Any position he was in with you felt incredible, the sounds you made, the obscenities' you called out, the grunts and tangled English weaved with German on his end were perfect. But there was something about fucking you like this he couldn't handle, he knew he had five, maybe six minutes tops before he'd lose his shit and bust his load.

You were practically sobbing at the pace, a literal face down ass up situation as you couldn't hold your body up any longer. The hard slap of skin on skin, you were panting and gripping the sheets in your hands König thought for a moment you might just tear the damn thing in half. When you turned to look at him over your shoulder he damn near came right then. Eyes glassy, eyelashes wet and clumped together, lips pouty and full.

Of course you had to bit your bottom lip at him looking like a holy hell mess.

König shook his head and swore in German, lurching over your back, his sweat keeping him glued to you as he lifted his hood and sloppily kissed you. You cried out when he did, wailing that you were close, that you going to cum. König clumsily reached below you and started rubbing your clit.

"Faster faster, fuck that's it. Oh my… König. Mein König!" Your body dropped as you came, pulsing your gummy walls around him, he was pretty much using you as fleshlight at that point. Your body loose and limber, pliant and soft in the best way possible.

"That's it baby, are you gonna' cum inside me? Don't waste it." You drunkenly laughed, pushing back when you got your voice back.

"Oh I'm not wasting a damn thing, my love." König pulled you back once more, angling himself with one foot on the bed, fucking into you deeper. You were lucky he was still being careful because the intrusive thought of really giving it to you, harshly, harder and pushing your face into the bed was not an option. Not this time anyway. "You're gonna' be a good girl and take what I give you, ja? You want my load so badly, so fucking badly don't you? We're not wasting a drop, anything-- fuck you're so wet baby… anything leaking is going right back in. Understand?"

"Yes! I want it I want all of it. Don't take it out don't take it out." You whined and without him even asking, your had crossed your wrists behind you back, giving up control, submitting.

König wasn't lying.

He did in fact spill inside you, throbbing rope after rope into your cunt. König hung his head, panting, counting his heartbeat before he eased his way out of your hole. Mesmerized by the sight of a glob or two dripping out he slowly and very, oh so carefully guided back into you. You squirmed, sore for sure as he looked you over.

"Are you alright, my love?"

The thumbs up you gave him was all the assurance he needed. He chuckled lowly, the ache he felt for you, warmed him through as he smoothed a hand down your back.

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Pairings: Jongho x Y/N

Genre/tags: secret relationship

Warning: 🔞 smut/angst, cursing, pet names, mention of alcohol/drinking, smoking, jealousy

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- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: last one for the short one shots/drabbles. This was the last one i posted before the whole 'i deleted my acct issue' 😭 ughh now... thank you for all the likes and reblogs btw.

Will try to post more when inspiration comes and have a break at work and my sideline 😅

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Your department all went out last night to celebrate one of your team's birthday. Every one had a drink and had a blast doing karaoke, particularly you. You rarely go out to party since you are always in the office doing work. And during your free time its either you are at home sleeping or visiting your sister who just gave birth a few months ago to help.

"There she is!" Your friend, Han says as you approach your desk beside him. "The main event!" He is teasing you from last night. You had quite a drink so you sang your heart out like younare having a solo concert last night.

"Stop!" You cover your face embarassed.

"I didn't know you could last that long..." he adds

"I didn't either." You sit on your chair, still giggling.

"Next time... when we are free again. Let's go another round! I will have to battle you. I just got drunk early so I didn't got the chance to sing more."

"Sure! Why not? Let's see who will last long..." You agree

"Last long... on what?"

Both you and Han stiffens as you both heard his voice.

"Ahm, sir?" Han slowly turns around, smiling.

It's your boss, Jongho. The owner of the company you are working at.

"What are you guys talking about? Is it related to work?"

You roll your eyes, "Sir... it's not yet 8am..."

Han's eyes widens. "Yah... what are you doing?" He mouths

"I see..." Jongho snorts a laugh but it sounded irritated.

"Y/N, come to my office." He turns his back to both of you. "Now." He orders

Han panicks and starts nagging you. "Why did you talk back? Oh my gosh! I hope he does not fire you or what! Omg Y/N!"

You smile at him, "Don't worry... he will not fire me. We are not being lazy at work. We arrived 30mins ahead of time... plus we are only talking about our karaoke last night.nothing suspecious..." you stand up and grab your notebook and pen. "Plus... he'll not survive without me. I sort all his schedule and reports." You wink at your friend. "He needs me."

You bravely walk towards his office at the end of the suit. Pushing the heavy wooden double doors, you see him standing near the window, looking outside.

"Close the door." He says

You did as he says. Then you strut your way towards his desk.

"What can I do for you, sir?" You say with a tone like he didn't just asked you to come in after talking back at him.

He breathe a small smile. "You're a dare devil... talking back to me..." he turns to face you. His arms crossed over his chest.

"Well... you are acting up. Han and I were just ta--"

"Han and I...?" he repeats your words. "You two... are close?"

"We are. He's a nice person. And funny..."

His expression changes. He snarls at your answer. "Y/N... are you trying to make me jealous?"

"No...but... are you?" You ask, smirking.

He inhales and exhales. He's trying to control his senses and thoughts. "Don't mess with me... you know the consequences if you do..."

If he could use his position in your work to taunt you or make you do things with his order, you can too play the same game with him by using your charm and making him jealous.

"And what if... I know..." you say as you put your pen and notebook on his desk, leaning forward a bit making sure he sees you are wearing something sexy under that blazer you are wearing. "And I don't care... what will you do?"

The push up bra that your sister gifted you last christmas came to handy today.

"Come here." He orders

You gladly walked around his desk, to stand in front of your boss who is also your boyfriend, that no one knows.

"You are being so naughty..." he cups your face and then kisses you on the lips.

"Coz I could sense that my CEO has been wanting my attention so bad at work lately..." you move forward, making sure there are no space between you two. "See...he's already hard and wanting me." You add as you palm his hard erection.

"I do want my girl's attention so bad..." he hums as he kisses you on the neck. "But she's busy talking to other guys... and I don't like that..."

You giggle as you find Jongho so cute when he's jealous and needy for your attention. "You know your my only man right..." you caress his erection even more as he trail kisses on your exposed skin. "You're the only man I love..."

"Ugh..." he hisses as your hand continues to tease his bulge, squeezing it lightly even. "Fuck." He hisses, moving his pelvis along your rythm.

"Do you want my help?" You ask watching him close his eyes, feeling every touch and caress you give him.

"I have a meeting at 8am sharp."

"We still have 15mins." You grin then pushing him to his chair. "Spread your legs..." you order as you take your blazer off revealing the v-neckline top you are wearing that shows a very good amount of cleavage.

"Fuck Y/N...." he is already breatheless just by watching you man handle him. He likes it when you take control. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He is so sensitive and excited at the same time.

When you unzip his trousers and pull out his thick length, you could see and hear him already moaning under his breathe by just the vision of you holding his dick and pumping him.

"Shall we talk about your schedule for todag while I pump you or... do you want me to..." you pause and run your tongue from the base to the tip of his cock, also licking the pre-cum. "Fuck you with my mouth."

"Fuck the schedule!" He snarls, throwing his head back. "Y/N... I want your mouth..."

You smile, "Okay sir..."

You take his whole thick length in your mouth. You make sure that every inch is wet and tasted. You swirl your tongue around him, feeling every vein and roughness of it. You are getting high just by the fullness his cock is giving you.

"Holy shit.... nggghuuuhhh..." he is on heaven right now. He is sweating bullets everytime you suck him. "Sweetie, your so fucking good."

You like it when he compliments you. It's making you to do well and more.

You bop your head in a rythm that is making him go insane. His tip reaching the back of your throat and the warmness of your mouth is making his length twitch and ready to explose.

"Fuck! Sweetie, I'm.... aaaahh nggguuuuhhhhh..." he's about to come. Although he wants you to swallow, he can't risk it at the office. He moved so quickly and grab the nearest tissue and pulls out and let himself come into his hand.

You are giggling watching him empty himself in his hand, "that's quite a lot." You wipe the corner of your mouth. "Next time... I would love to have all of that be inside me..."

"Don't worry, Sweetie." He grunts cleaning his length. "Tonight... you can have all of me in you..." he smirks.

"I can't wait." You say as you start to fix yourself up. "Or maybe later? Lunch break?"

He frowns. "I thought I have a scheduled meeting at lunch right?"

"Well..." you lean in for another kiss whilst you voluntarily fix his trouser, zipping it as well. "I had your meeting booked at this restaurant... the same hotel that we first...you know..." you trail off

"Perfect." He smiles, grabbing a handful of your ass. "See you later at lunch then."

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfiction #yuyu1024 #ateez x y/n #ateez fanfic #ateez x female reader #atz x reader #ateez imagines #ateez smut #smut #fanfic #ateez jongho smut #ateez jongho #jongho smut #jongho x reader #jongho x y/n #atz jongho #atz x y/n #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #smut writing #choi jongho #ateez scenarios #ateez imagine #ateez hard thoughts #ateez angst #atz angst

[starx-i]

Punishment

Here have this: Dom! reader, sub!male, reader has a strap, dacryphilia, overstim, sensitive sub!male, vibrating butt plug,(male has glasses),( I think that's it)

Ps: btw I'm not an actual writer so it's not the best. Btw I <3 this song

He shuddered as he was getting pounded by your strap for the fourth time of the hour. Oh my was he a sight to see, tears dripping down his pretty little face, his breathing uneven.

"P-please h-have mercy AAH! I am so so sorry mmh." He said, trying his very best to at least get a break. You were hitting his prostate dead on everytime you thrust your strap into him. Your thrusts were so harsh that sometimes the bed would move, along with your pretty little boyfriend jolting.

"You should've thought of it before you decided to cum without my permission." You answered, his sobs increasing in sound. You looked down at him again, smirking at the sight in front of you. His eyes filled with tears, glasses foggy and crooked, his neck filled with hickeys, nipples swollen and red, his blonde locks messy and all over his forehead. His body can't handle the pleasure but at the same time wants more, more of your touch on his body. You start stroking his cock at a fast pace while still thrusting into him hardly. His body shaking as he receives more pleasure like never before.

"AH~ AH~ P-PLEASE S-STOP, I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! I- I PROMISE." He moaned. You started making out with him, still thrusting into his hole and stroking his cock at an intense speed. You parted your lips away from him thrusting into him as deep as you can with your strap as you came into him, large amount of cum shooting into his tiny hole.

"I'M CUMMING, AHHH!" he moaned as he came, cum shooting out of his tip and onto his lower abdomen. He shakes intensely as his eyes crossed with tears streaming down his face, glasses foggy and almost falling off of his face as his mouth is open with drool coming out of it and his tongue dangling down his mouth, you never thought you would see his face like it. You continued thrusting but slowly as he started to try and squirm away from the pleasure. You pull your strap out of his ass, watching his hole twitching as if something was missing. You looked through the drawer as your trying to find something. You finally found it, a butt plug. It was not a normal one because the more sound he makes, the stronger the vibrations would become. You put lube on it and inserts it into his hole as he shuddered. He let out a quiet moan which caused the plugg to start vibrating. That caught him off guard as he started moaning, making the plug vibrate more intensely as he gets louder. He keeps moaning and screaming of how he can't take it anymore, the plug vibrating everytime he screams or moans. He soon understands what was going on and tried to muffle his moans, which he didn't succeed as the vibrations were already intense for him.

"Baby, it's okay, it will only be a bit more," you said. Him being him heard nothing but still nodded his head. He can do nothing but accept the pleasure that the plug is giving him.

Little did he know when you said a bit more, you meant the rest of the night, with you ignoring his pleas as you watch him break piece by piece.

#Spotify #sub men #dom reader #top reader #sub character #submisive and breedable #glasses #dacryphilia #overstim kink #an4l plug #sensitive

[starsurface]

Haii me again, idk if your okay with people requesting more than once but if your not then just ignore this. But I was wondering if you could make some like baby regressor!smoke(specifically mk1) headcanons please and ty? -🐯

I love request!!! Make as many as you want!!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Babyspace Regressor Tomas Vrbada Hcs

💨 I can see Tomas regressing from about 1-4, and a puppy regressor

💨 But rn we're going to focus on his baby headspace

💨 Either he gets this small after a long day of work and training, or because of flashbacks and nightmares

💨 Unfortunately, when it is because of flashbacks or nightmares, he'll start quietly sobbing in either his bed or his little hiding place

💨 Normally he's mastered the skill of staying silent while crying, but when his brain feels all fuzzy, he can't help but sob loudly

💨 Whether it's you or Kuai Liang, someone will eventually find him and the rest of the day is extremely soft and comforting

💨 Clingy cuddles, soft voices, small promises, his grip on your finger is so tight it feels like it's gonna break (lovingly, of course)

💨 When he doesn't slip because of bad bad memories or thoughts, he's actually a very giggly happy baby

💨 Happily waving whatever toys he owns, excitedly showing them to you so you can see!!

💨 A biter, you better watch for your fingers

💨 Would be overjoyed if you got him or of those teething baby rings

💨 Wiggles them in your face before using it, just so that you know he's using it :]

💨 ^ If he's having a bad bad baby time, he'll want his paci though so he can focus more on breathing

💨 Tomas feels like a very soft regressor, especially when he feels little little

💨 He doesn't like being yelled at or having any type of stern voices, especially when he's just a baby

💨 He'll look at you all confused and maybe even a little scared, why are you yelling at him? He doesn't understand, had he been naughty? 🥺

💨 You've gotta use really gentle parenting when he's this small

💨 He's not prone to getting in trouble, but sometimes the crayon he was using will drift onto the floor (not his fault, he just wanted to color with Kuai Liang!!)

💨 Back into teething, anything in his hands will end up in his mouth

💨 This is fine if it's a stuffie or his own fingers, because he doesn't bite extremely hard (if he does it's an accident and he'll try to babble apologize, especially if it was your hand)

💨 But if it's a crayon or something dangerous, you gotta make sure his face and hands don't get close together

💨 A copier, if someone's doing something, he'll try to intimidate it

💨 (^ Like those babies that when they see their Dad's flex and yell, they'll put their arms out and shout)

💨 But like, if Kuai Liang is coloring, Tomas wants to color (he just kinda makes two really weird circles on the paper and shows you it proudly, coloring hard man, you gotta keep the crayon straight up :(

💨 Or if Bi-Han pouting, Tomas will cross his arms and pout too (which will only prompt Bi-Han to get even fussier and claim Tomas is copying him on purpose)

💨 Adores soft textures, especially blankies or stuffies

💨 Has a blankie that he carries around but also kinda expects you to carry it (he's a baby, how is he supposed to hold it up? >:(

💨 A crawler, but a silent one

💨 Will crawl away because he saw something pretty across the room and you might not even notice

💨 Don't worry, he'll excitedly wave you over and babble about this cool thing he found! (If it's dangerous please take it away, even if he whines and fusses over it)

💨 It's very easy to make gim happy if he gets fussy, he's a baby with very simple needs

💨 (^ Most of those needs are just cuddles and your undying attention, although candy wouldn't hurt either)

💨 Really likes using baby bottles and the one (and only) time Bi-Han even tried to tease him over it, he cried for two hours straight

💨 (^ Bi-Han apologized btw, he can be really mean sometimes but he won't go as far as to make fun of his brother's comfort items) (especially when he has his own, but that's a topic for another day)

💨 The most people who watch him when he's this tiny is probably Kuai Liang (Bi-Han will too, but he doesn't wanna be mean by accident, and he knows his brother's really fragile in this specific headspace)

💨 (^ Smokencage shipper, Johnny and Kenshi absolutely adore this headspace but have only really seen it once and Tomas really just kinda hide in Kuai Liang's neck the entire time, he felt shy)

💨 Favorite little nicknames are Smokey, Sweetie, Baby Boy, Little Guy, Squirt

💨 Oh my gosh please swaddle him!!! His blankies big enough, please? 🥺

💨 He's a pretty big guy, being 6’ something, but he forgets a lot when he's this tiny

💨 So you might have him plop onto your lap and start cuddling up to you (like those big lap dogs)

💨 Is usually a really wiggly and giggly when he's feeling happier

💨 Whether it's tummy time and he gets to lay on his tummy and wiggle like a worm

💨 Or giggle because you keep hiding under the blankie and playing peek-a-boo with him

💨 But after hard, long, stressful days, he can be a very sleepy baby

💨 Bedtime is super easy, just bottle feed him and cocoon wrap him and he'll be out like a light, very little argument when it comes to naptime

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Stop, he's actually one of my favorites <3

Y'all his hair so so shiny in MK9, it's funny

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #age regressor #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 #tomas vrbada #tomas #mk tomas vrbada #little tomas vrbada #regressor tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas x reader #smoke x reader

[f1gments]

The Moon and His Sun - Hayakawa Aki

You come to him like a breath of fresh air, cleansing his soul, his entire existence. You fill the once empty void in his chest. He finds solace in every part of you. You're his sun, and he’s your moon. Home is not a place, but where you are, waiting for him with open arms.

author’s note: added a photo of aki in ep 6 because it’s how I actually imagined him. 🥰

Thinking about how you and Aki are sitting at the balcony, just sitting in one another's embrace one late night while you remember the day when you two first meet and speak of the possible future you might or might not have with each other. Also I feel like "Bouquet" by Ichiko Aoba goes really well with this imagine.

tags/content warnings: fluff, slight mutual pining, slight angst, slight mentions of sex but it's not that detailed.

word count: 3.5k words (not proofread btw)

Judging by the angle of the moonlight illuminating the apartment, it is clear that it is currently a time that both you and Aki should most definitely, be completely dead asleep. But going to bed early is a foreign concept for the two of you. On most nights like this, when Denji and Power have long gone to bed, you and Aki spend time together after a tiring day of work – huddled up on the balcony, just enjoying each other's presence with cigarette smoke filling the air.

“Hey Aki.” you say, breaking the comfortable silence as your head lays on his shoulder, staring straight ahead at the view of the urban area in front of you.

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever thought about what you wanted to be if we didn’t have devils and weren’t in Public Safety?”

Aki remains silent in thought. There were many times he’d think about what he could’ve been if those damn devils didn’t exist. If the sole thought of a person’s fear didn’t lead them to appear out of nowhere.

“Well, I’ve always enjoyed watching people play baseball, so maybe a baseball player. Or a detective.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Detective, huh?”

“Yeah. I used to watch tons of crime documentaries and I always thought the investigations and the process of it all was interesting.”

“Now that you mention it, I kinda see you as detective. I think it would suit you well.” you grin. His lips tug up slightly to give you a small smile in return.

Aki then mentions his younger brother Taiyo when you ask him what makes him want to be a baseball player.

“You remember him, right?” he asks before taking a long inhale from the menthol flavored cigarette.

You tilt your head up to look at the doleful look on his face while he stares out towards the other buildings facing you. You nod slowly, recalling the few times he’d share his memories about him and his deceased sibling, and the tragedy that happened to him along with his parents when the gun devil showed up in Japan – killing  57,912 people in its wake.

Aki gazes at you softly, exhaling a puff of smoke from the menthol stick held between his fingers. “How about you,y/n? What did you want to be?”

You hum in thought. Frankly, there were many things that you wanted to be. Many things you wanted to accomplish if you were given a chance to live a normal life.

“I’d probably be a lawyer, or a teacher.”

He tells you that you would suit either of those. He admires the way you’re passionate about standing up for others and seeking justice - how you have a big heart and give out kindness to those who don’t even deserve it. He loves that you complete him, like a puzzle piece that was made to fit exactly into the once empty slot of his chest. You were the bright and vivid colors that painted his once dull and grey world. He loves how you instantly make his day better with your smile and sounds of laughter on days when memories of his haunting past weigh on his mind. Sometimes he feels like you weren’t real. That you were an ethereal being with the most prettiest face. You’re an anchor that keeps him grounded.

“And what if we hadn’t crossed paths? Do you think we’d be as happy as we are now?” you ask him this time.

“I know I wouldn’t be. You’re the reason I look forward to getting up everyday.”

“I used to think that life was meaningless and being happy wasn’t maybe isn’t meant for everyone.” he tells you while looking you in the eyes genuinely.

“But you changed that for me. I’m grateful that the universe was kind enough to turn my lonely days into happy ones by gifting me with you.” he murmurs, taking the back of your hand to his lips to give it a gentle peck before he rests it on his lap to gently caress it with his thumb.

Your giggle shyly at his confession, fingers fiddling with the metal black promise ring that’s sitting on your other hand that Aki had given you on your second year of being together. You tell him you’d probably be out there somewhere living a miserable single life since chivalry is dead with most men nowadays.

He tells you that would be impossible since someone as pretty as you would have many admirers and sooner or later you’d let one of them sweep you off your feet. To which you deny and it makes you think back to how you and Aki ended up dating in the first place.

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

He lets out a chuckle, reminiscing the nostalgic moments of your first meeting.

"Always."

Flashback

There's someone I'd like you to meet." says Makima to you and during that moment the door opens and in strides a tall young man who looked about two or three years older than you were. A katana sits on on the back of the neat black suit he wears. Dark and inky blue locks from his wispy bangs frame the rather emotionless look on his face. The man keeps his gaze straight ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, head held high. Despite the stoic expression on him, you find that he looks very handsome.

"Hayakawa. This is Y/N. She'll be joining us from now on and she'll be your new partner." Said Makima.

"What about Himeno, ma'am?" he questions. His voice is deep and although it comes out monotonous you can’t help but find it rather attractive.

"She'll be Kishibe's partner as of now." Makima responds shortly before scribbling away at a document on her desk.

You turn to look at Aki, whose midnight blue irises are already staring at you with an unreadable look - though it almost seems as if he’s examining you. From the way his eyes flicker to yours, down to your lips then briefly at your figure before he completely breaks off eye contact with you and turns his head to look ahead once again.

"I'm Aki. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, Aki. Likewise. I'm y/n."'

He doesn't know what it is, but something about the mere way you say his name in a honeyed tone has him fighting back a blush.

You follow Aki from behind onto the bustling street of city slickers and business suits out on your first time of patrolling. Aki doesn't say more than a few sentences of explaining what usually happens during a patrol should the both of you encounter any devils. There isn’t much of any devil activity that day so you both head back to the headquarters.

You don't ask many questions and you only speak unless you're spoken to and Aki prefers it that way since he really can't be bothered to explain the whole works of everything.

Thankfully the both of you work well together and you there was this one time you managed to surprise Aki when you deal with decapitating a medium level devil all by yourself.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and after being promoted by Makima, you're now in the same ranking as he is. And within that period of time, the both of you can't help but notice the mutual attraction that's blossoming between you. It starts of as shy glances from one another across the office, to the brief bumping on one another’s elbow or brushes of fingers whenever the both of you are next to each other. But you're both not sure whether to let it turn into something more from there or even address the subject matter.

On top of that, you notice the way Himeno eyes Aki on the few missions you all go on together along with her Kishibe, who's another senior in the division. You can tell that she has a thing for him and as much as you would like to pursue your feelings for Aki, you decide that beefing with another girl to win the mans heart is something you can't be bothered with. So you idly watch them through the window of your office when you see her link arms with him in the hallway, asking him if he wants to join her for lunch. It’s only normal to feel a tad bit of jealousy when you see your crush (you know it sounds childish) get touched by someone else. Especially if that someone else shares the same feelings for him as you do.

Surprisingly though, Aki moves her arm off him to turn down her invitation, telling her that has to meet up with Makima during that time. You know that he's lying because he's avoiding eye contact and you're his partner - if Makima actually wanted to see him, you’d be the first to know.

While Aki's just plain awkward when it comes to women and relationships, you on the other hand can't remember the last time you even kissed a guy.

Speaking of kissing, your first kiss with Aki happens on a nondescript Friday evening after work - everyone has left and it's just you and Aki in the office packing up your bags to head home. For the first time ever since the day you joined Public Safety, Aki takes the initiative to walk over to your desk, hands in his pockets as he struggles to find the proper words to ask if you wanted to join him for a few drinks without embarrassing himself.

"So um," He clears his throat as he feels his cheeks slowly begin to heat up. "I was wondering if you were free to join me after this, for drinks."

You slowly turn your head to look up while you blink at him silently at the sudden invitation, but then you smile and give him a nod.

“I’d like that.”

Aki takes a deep breath and his eyes slightly light up while he tries contain the excitement from your response which makes you laugh. Your grin grows wider when you notice the tips of his ears becoming red.

You're both now sat next to each other at a hidden bar Aki frequently comes to on days where he feels like he needs a glass or two to allow him to relax a little after an exhausting day of work. There aren't many people in the bar - just the both of you along with two other patrons siting at the far corner of the place and the young bartender whose occupied with a clean towel in hand to wipe a shot glass.

Smooth jazz plays in the background at a low volume as Aki motions over to him with an upward nod. "I'll have the usual."

The bartender flashes him a smile before he turns to you. "Got it. And what'll your pretty friend be having?"

"I'll have a whiskey sour." You smile.

A few hours and about five or six glasses later, you start to feel a little buzzed from the alcohol in your system. Thankfully you're not completely drunk so you're still able to hold a proper conversation or two. The same goes for Aki who is able to hold his liquor well, but there had been some nights where he would pass out cold in the bar to have the bartender wake him during up closing time.

Tonight was probably the most you and Aki speak compared to the times you both are at work where only a few sentences are shared between you both and they have nothing to do with your personal lives.

A couple clicks sound from a lighter going off makes you turn to see Aki lighting up a cigarette. The light from the flame of the lighter reflects onto his face, forming a shadow on his handsome features. He has his usual hairstyle down in its natural state and you can't help but to stare at him.

His eyes shift to yours, blowing out the smoke from his lips away from your direction. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You're pretty." You tell him, grinning lazily. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave you the courage to say that.

Aki's eyes widen and he inhales sharply, letting out an shy gasp as his cheeks turn an even more rosy colour than the one that’s already staining his cheeks due to the alcohol he’d been drinking.

The bartender witnesses all of this and he lets out an amused chuckle. Aki gives him an annoyed side eye to which the bartender raises his arms up in surrender. Aki slides him a few bills and tells you that maybe it's time to get you home before you end up getting even more drunk.

You're now walking side by side at a comfortable distance next to each other, on the way to your place. You shiver slightly at the cool night breeze that swirls around the both of you. It's late but thankfully there are a few cars driving pass the both of you and although most of the shops in the area are closed, there are still lights illuminating your surroundings.

"Hey Aki. Are you seeing anyone right now?" you ask out of nowhere.

Aki shakes his head. "No. Why?"

You shrug. "No reason. Just wonder why a handsome guy like you doesn't have a girl waiting for you at home."

You hear him chuckle for the first time ever because usually Aki only ever lets out so much as an amused exhale from his nose during your conversations - barely even smiles to anyone at work. He isn't one to show that many emotions from what you experience in being his partner.

"First you call me pretty and now you think I'm handsome?"

"Just telling the truth." you shrug with a grin this time.

The mood seems to shift, the amused expression falling off his face once he sees realizes that this is the chance for him to finally confess his feelings to you. You're both currently stranding underneath a non functioning street light.

"There is someone I like though." he murmurs as he stands a little closer in front of you.

You don't want to get your hopes up but you feel like you already get feeling of who it is. Nevertheless you ask who it could be.

"I'm looking right at her." he tells you. It isn’t a second later that he initiates the kiss by leaning forward to press his lips firmly against your soft ones. The kiss itself tastes like a mix between a minty taste of the cigarettes Aki had been smoking and the drinks you had earlier.

It's an innocent kiss. No movement - no tongue. Just the both of you feeling the sensation of each other's lips and how they feel pressed against one another. But Aki lets out a soft groan when he tastes the minty cherry flavor from what's left of your lip-gloss. That's when he decides to pull away so that he doesn't end up being greedy to deepen the kiss.

Aki watches as there's a shade of vivid coral dusting your cheeks - and he feels that his cheeks are doing the same. He clears his throat, nervously stumbling over his words to apologize to you before he regains his posture. Aki takes a deep breath before he gazes at you with one of his serious expressions.

"I like you."

You grin shyly at him. "I like you too."

The first few months of dating after that is a learning process for the both of you since you’re both not at all that experienced in relationships. But Aki does his research on finding out what girls like and dislike. What makes them happy and sad. (He also hesitantly went up to  Kishibe one day for a few tips from since the older male seems to have experience when it comes to women) He puts all the effort into anytime time he takes you out on dates and you notice that Aki slowly cracks open his hard-outer shell for you. He smiles more when he’s with you – he’s gentler when speaking to you, and he makes sure to stay attentive to all the things you have to say.

Aki loves hearing you speak. He could fall asleep to the soft and gentle tone of your voice.

The relationship progresses with stolen kisses from him in the empty hallways or office. The journey back home after work consists of holding each other’s hands and the sharing of one another’s life stories.

Most of your colleagues at work have become aware of your discreet relationship with Aki – even Himeno. She was with Kishibe then, when they catch you and Aki making out at his desk. You're straddling your boyfriend when the two of them walk in with an astonished expression on their faces. They were about to invite the both of you for lunch, but it seems apparently you were both already busy with eating each others faces off.

Himeno chuckles dryly at the scene. "Geez, just get a room already." she mutters as she pushes past Kishibe to walk back out the room.

The blonde haired male on the other hand finds this somewhat amusing and he throws a wink at the two of you telling Aki to make sure he puts a wrapper on it, before he exits the room with his hands in his pockets. Aki's covering his face in embarrassment while you only giggle at his reaction.

You were both each other’s first. It was a rainy afternoon filled with giddy laughter, trembling hands and hungry kisses. Although he was big, it didn’t hurt like you expected it to but the first few moments after he pushes himself into you feels a little strange but soon that turns into pleasure and Aki thinks that he can never get enough of the way you’re begging for more under him, crying out his name.

“I love you.” He tells you once you both come down from the euphoric high of your orgasms. The rain is pitter pattering against the windows, and the room is filled with the smell of sex, cigarettes along with the scent of your warm vanilla perfume that Aki loves so much. You lay your bare chest on his, pecking him on the cheek, making him blush even after was buried deep inside you a few moments earlier.

“I love you too, Aki.”

End of flashback

The sun begins to slowly peek from the horizon, a light shade of tangerine and coral lining the sky.

Thankfully you didn’t have work in the few hours to come so the both of you remain sat at the balcony, sitting comfortably with cigarette smoke surrounding you, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Aki then begins grumbling how your lives were more peaceful before those two rascals came to ruin it. You let out an airy laugh telling him that they were nothing but individuals who found comfort in the solace of you and Aki’s home. (Somewhere along the way, you decide to move in with Aki since he had given you a spare key to his apartment during your ninth month of being together.)

Aki glances at you. Taking in your breath-taking beauty. He considers himself lucky to have someone as understanding and loving as you by his side. Someone who’s able to accept the deepest, darkest parts of him. Someone who’s also independent when you needed to be, and strong when you face any devils together. A sudden sadness washes over him when he thinks of the days he has left on his life. He wonders how you’ll be able to deal with his loss one day. He can’t help but feel a little jealous if you were to find someone else other than him to share intimate moments with.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” you hum, interrupting him from his deep thoughts.

“Our future.”

“What about it?”

“Just about who’s going to take care of you when I’m gone.” He says, pulling you onto his lap, burying his face into your neck to inhale the soft florally scent of your shampoo. You’re aware of his decreasing life span from the contract he made with the devils he’d come across.

You caress his hair gently, giving him a loving kiss on the forehead. “Aki, look at me.”

The man looks up at you with an unreadable expression. You cup both his cheeks, stroking your them with your thumb. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. If anything happens, I can handle it by myself. You know that, don’t you?”

He nods wordlessly.

“And if you’re worried about me finding someone else, you don’t have to worry about that either. My heart and soul belong to you. I am yours, as you are mine. Right?” You tell him. Aki gives you a boyish smile, something you see often now but it never ceases to give you butterflies in your stomach.

“I am yours.” He replies before capturing your chin with his thumb and index finger, kissing you passionately on the lips. He groans when you bite down on his bottom lip, making you smirk. He pulls away to give you a look.

“Careful. Don’t start what you can’t finish.” He warns. But his words only make you smirk even wider.

You make a joke how you’re both practically in a contract with one another just like with the contract he makes with the devils he’s come across. You then say that he would probably be the love devil with the way you’re madly in love with him.

Aki rolls his eyes with a scoff. “That’s so cheesy. That’s not even how it works,y/n.”

You snicker. “I know but one of us has to be the comedian in this relationship.” You tell him to which he rolls his eyes again. Then, you notice the mischievous glint swimming in his eyes as he asks you. “You know what devil you’d be?”

You shake your head. Aki smirks as he reaches up to whisper in your ear. “You’d be the sex fiend.”

You slap him on the chest playfully, making him laugh before gently cups your face as he kisses you on the lips once more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Aki.”

©️ don’t repost or claim my work as yours that’s all i ask.

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can i request #41 with aemond thank you!!!

btw i’m so excited about this and if you’re up for it im so down to send you more requests but i don’t want to overwhelm you 🖤

i'm alive! life got in the way but your dear author managed to get a big job! this is my first time writing smut so i’m not super happy with it, but please enjoy take on a blackwood!reader's reaction to aemond returning from storm's end with some slowburn gratuitous smut. our aemond is a tough nut to crack.

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The Bloody Post

Warnings: smut, slightly sub!aemond dom!reader, choking, murder, kinslaying aftermath

WC: 4586 (i wish i were sorry)

Prompt 41: "Love will save you from misery, and tie you to the bloody post" - Love Will Save You, Swans

The palace halls were filled with a turgid emptiness tonight. Smoke hung heavy on the cold stone walls, flame from the torch sconces stuttering death rattles in the biting cold. You pulled your thick robe closer to you as you hurried, leaving a trail of hushed condensation behind you as you breathed like dragon smoke. 

It was desolate nights like these that made you miss home, where your mother kept all of the hearths lit, ready for your return from the barren gardens of Raventree Hall. You would often sit at the dead weirwood, even as a girl, chattering to the Old Gods and petitioning your dreams on the necroding white bark. You did not need a reply to know they heard you – you could always feel it in the sprawling coil of the white roots, more familiar to you than your own blood. 

Targaryens had their occasional dreamers, but the blood of the First Men ran thick with greensight – you, who could hear the whispers of long-forgotten gods, and things yet to come to pass. You were a long way away from home, but you could still feel that magic in your bones – thrumming, cold, knowing.

It’s how you were jolted awake tonight – dreams of a dragon’s jaws at your throat, and a mother’s screams in your ears. It’s why you scrambled out of your room before your legs had even registered moving, and how you could always feel him before you saw him. When it came to your love for eachother, neither of you had ever needed eyes.   

Your feet traversed the freezing flagstones bare – you had been too hurried to find your sandals, hearing the roar of Vhagar’s return from the east wing as soon as you crossed the threshold into the hall. 

Something in that roar made you sure it belonged to Aemond rather than his mount, and your already-freezing blood ran colder. You had awoken for a reason, then. You could feel him more strongly now – the sensation of cold rain spittle on his neck was keeping him anchored. Outside.

You didn’t think twice about the sudden turn you made towards the palace gates. You felt talons of broken stones slashing the skin of your soles as you walked outside, and thanked the blood you would leave in your wake. My debt for the warning, paid in full. Paid to the Old Gods in blood. 

The downpour became heavier the closer you got to the palace walls, and you searched for your lover desperately through the thick, mummer’s drape of a storm.

Your legs became victim to the biting cold, as numb as his resolve felt to you. You needed to find him before his family did. He needs me. You thought, as your wet shift slithered against your legs. He won’t be able to wash the blood from his hands by himself. 

Out of both breath and heat, you surveyed the grounds again. Lightning struck two leagues north of the castle, illuminating the grounds and the tall figure you suddenly noticed stalking towards you. You watched Aemond lurch closer, you – a phantom in his path. He could walk right through me, you thought. And I would let him. 

You had barely registered the distance he had closed before you felt Aemond’s freezing hands grip the hair closest to your scalp– desperate, stinging, a shipwrecked sailor clinging to dissolving driftwood. The little breath you had left was crushed against him like a paltry sacrifice. 

Your voice was little more than a guttural choke as you grabbed his shoulders. You hoped your grip was iron – you couldn’t feel your hands.

 “What is it, what’s happened?” 

Aemond stared at you, and his silence was as telling to you as the whispers of your gods. But you needed to hear it, gods, you needed to hear him say it. You needed to know what to fix - for him to tell you where to sew his flesh, even though you could see the gaping wound. 

Aemond watched you implore him with your eyes, unable to do much else than bask in the overwhelming comfort of your presence as he gripped you, the same way he used to imagine gripping dragon reins as a boy. You were two rusted anchors clinging to each other for dear life so you wouldn’t fall apart. You were sure that your nails had pierced through his leathers by now, how could they not have? 

Another bolt of lightning illuminated the tableaux in front of you again, and this time you could see the state of of the prince clearly. His naked eye was half-crazed, his silver hair a matted ash, and arms trembling as they held his hands to your head. You had never seen him panicked before, not like this. 

Aemond’s arms dropped from your hair - gone was the strength he had to hold them up. They tumbled down your body, and his hands gripped whatever of you they could find to keep afloat, drowning you as he held you. He didn’t know what he needed, he just needed. 

Your lover’s sudden cold touch pulled you back to the present, your mind suddenly sobered – you needed to know what you had to prepare for. 

“Aemond.”  You barked, ripping his hands off of your form. 

The panic in you rose like bile, shrouded in your demand. You weren’t sure if the roaring in your ears was Vhagar’s or your own.

Aemond took a deep breath through his clamped teeth, breathing between his teeth as he yanked you towards him once more, gripping you even tighter than before. 

He shook his head like a child in denial, and dread gripped your lungs like a tourniquet. You struggled against the steely muscles of his arms, looking up desperately to read his face.

“Storm’s End,” He searched your eyes for a wisdom that evaded you. “Luke.”

It was the first time he had called his nephew by the name used by the boy’s mother. A mother’s love, transfigured to an uncle’s guilt. And that’s when you knew. Perhaps, If you were honest with yourself, you knew the moment you awoke - your gods have never deceived you. Denial. You thought. A pretty, pretty thing.

The prince began to scramble at your silence, though brusquely, justifying it to himself just as much as you under the bluntness of his tone.

“It was an accident. I only meant to scare the boy, and Vhagar –”

Only. You gripped his leathers again, like you were trying to tear at his skin. You wanted to howl at him, rend his flesh like a wild animal, to peck at his eye like the ravens on your weirwood – rage. Rage at his arrogance, his stupidity, his pain, his projection.

But all you could do was sob, move your attention up to hold his weathered face in your hands, and hate yourself for the gentleness of your touch. 

He needed you, and you would carry him as you would his sins, paint yourself with the same brush and blood-red paint. He would not be alone. Tonight, you would fix him, and tomorrow, you would break him down again – repaired, reborn. 

This is what love is, you supposed. Getting blood on your own hands because you can’t help holding theirs. 

Aemond pressed his forehead to yours in desperation, as if to meld into you to make you see, understand. You would never forgive it, but he knew you would face the seven hells with him, hand in hand. 

You caressed his face through your tears, and pressed your lips to his suddenly, needing comfort in him just as much as he needed you. You forgot your own hatred for vulnerability when it came to Aemond. Aemond, who would raze kingdoms and caress your cheeks with gentle thumbs in the same breath.  Love. You thought. All it is is your blood on the line and your head on the block. 

You caressed your lover’s eyebrow with your free thumb as you kissed him slowly, and you felt the tension in his body dissipate at your tenderness, your acceptance of him despite his sins. But the tenderness was little match for the violent need you both felt.

Your lips danced against his in their usual battle, and he clutched at the soaking underclothes that clung to your body. You felt him fight tears of his own, his despondency turn into desire. Aemond pulled you against him tighter, like he wanted to dissolve into you, consume you. He got like this sometimes – all gnashing canines breaching lips, and moans more violent than dragonsong. But you couldn’t let him succumb yet. Not here. 

You stopped him with a flat palm to his chest, an action that usually made him crack a smile. Dohaeris, you would whisper wickedly, before he pushed you down to devour you from under your skirts.

He didn’t stop kissing you this time, a man too starved to serve. But you needed time with him – away from the tumult of war councils and the retribution the gods might strike down on him, a kinslayer.

“They’ll be looking for you,” You murmured against persistent pecks against your lips, letting his fervent kisses wash that ugly word away, if only for tonight. 

You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to steer you through the hidden tunnels of the castle to his chambers. He ignored you, lips harsh against yours once again, hands rending the robe from your shoulders with a snarl as if its mere existence offended him. You did your best not to arch into his touch – it was liquid wildfire.

You knew that he would fuck you right here if you allowed it, and your core clenched at the thought. He grunted in victory when he noticed your reaction, and moved his attention to your collarbone and neck – he bit and kissed languidly, in the way he knew made you writhe.

You fought the urge to yank his head back and claim his mouth with your tongue, your body was beginning to betray your sound mind – you weren’t sure if the wetness between your legs was the rain or your own.

“Aemond.” you said weakly, tugging at his hair to try and reveal his face to you.

Aemond grunted against the valley of your neck, licking a hot trail up to your ear to distract you. He needed your hands on him now – he would break apart without them, crumble to ash.

“Aemond.” you commanded, nails digging into the scruff of his neck to get his attention.

He pried himself away from you with a hiss, tenderness rearing its head at the familiar, steely stubbornness of your gaze. He could never deny you, not really. 

“Unless you want the entire palace to see me bare,” you challenged, eyebrow raised.

You stepped closer to him, hand on his chest once more. You reached up to caress his neck, lips against his ears in a whisper that you were surprised was not lost in the storm. “Or am I not yours?”

Aemond stared at you for a moment, your heaving breasts and wild eyes, the way the rain hung from your lips. He knew exactly what you were doing, yet he never had the strength to resist you. You, his conniving, feral love.

Aemond hummed without a word, taking your wrist and pulling you with him towards the unsuspecting wooden door you would often use.

If it were any other time, you’d have the strength to smile. You could always rely on your lover’s jealousy, if nothing else.

The walk to your chambers was a short one through the passageways, though this time you made the journey in complete darkness. Something about his unusual lack of restraint had you wetter than ever before, and now you were the one dragging him behind you, his hand protectively on your waist as if you’d disappear if he ever let go.

You weren’t certain about how you got so close to your bed  – it was all a flurry of tongues, teeth, and desperation. You had never felt him move this fast before, save in his sparring matches. The prince’s need was palpable, a forest fire raging in the blood, forcing him to burn and lick like flame. 

Faster than you could register, Aemond moved behind you and gripped your back against him, hard.

His pale palm was firm against your throat and clear in its instruction. You sighed at it, arching your neck back against his shoulder - bare and willing against the jaws of the dragon. 

The prince’s other hand held your lower half flush to his clothed cock, and began to rock you against him. The friction was all-consuming, and you suddenly understood how the clash of battle could be glorious. You cursed his leathers for the distance they put between the two of you, and began to blindly move your hands behind you to free him from them.  

Aemond snarled at the feeling of you trying to weave your way through his grip. Insolent. He readjusted his grip with a hiss, moving the source of his pressure to your clit as he continued to grind. He needed you still, to tame something, someone — he fumbled for control as if he were holding water with open fingers.

The dual friction ended what little control you had over your hands. Your eyes rolled back as they would during your visions, but the only god you saw this time was a dragon, devouring what little restraint you had left stored in your neck and shoulders. 

Aemond groaned at the feeling of you jolting against his cock, sharply lapping at your ears and neck and biting what resistance your muscles dared present into submission. You fought to keep your head clear, grappling for a tether in a thick fog of pure want.

As your mind cleared, you began to feel the tremble in his hands, how his eye refused to open, his unwillingness to remove his leathers. A struggle for control.

You felt your resolve strengthen against his blunt bites to your temple. No. You thought. Not this time. Not like this. He needs me. 

You took a deep breath, a final bolster before you tore yourself from his grip and whipped around at a speed that mirrored his own.

The dragon may have strength, but the raven has cunning and speed.

You watched his pale face balk in shock, lips parted and eye wide and heavy. Before he could revert back to his scrambled dominance against you, you brought your soft, uncalloused fingers to the sliver of scar tissue that peeked out from his eyepatch.

You stroked the raised, pale flesh with your thumb softly, and feeling the muscles jump, unused to contact. His eye began to flicker closed slightly, nostrils flaring. You watched him fight against his reflexes, unravelling like a half-tamed serpent.

When you replaced your lone thumb with two fingers, Aemond’s breathing stilled entirely, and for a moment you worried you had gone too far. The candlelight of your room was suddenly oppressive, seeking the reflecting glint of the sapphire underneath the eye patch.

You fought to remain eye contact, and swallowed at the intimacy of the gesture – somehow you felt like the one laid bare, as if the jaws of the dragon were stilled and coiled to strike. The metallic scent of danger did little but strengthen your resolve, and you pressed your lips to his, still parted in shock.

You caressed him as you always did, lulling him into the familiarity of your embrace to calm him. The kiss did little to dampen the fire between you, try as you might – there was always something within the both of you yearning for the other, like fire and blood.

“Ñuhon,” You whispered into his mouth, your rudimentary Valyrian holding a rustic beauty he had yet to find in even the libraries of Oldtown. “Ñuhon se sȳz.” Mine. Mine and good.

Aemond growled under the praise, and tried his best to mask his desperate, preening sob with a low grunt. Your core clenched at his response, fighting the urge to guide his fingers into you.

You shook the thought from your core. Not tonight.

You continued to caress his scar as you kissed him, paying little mind to the tense coil of his balled fists and thrumming heartbeat. You could feel him slowly softening into your languid ministrations, a low pant forming at the apex of his burning lungs as you continued to touch his scar.

You moved your other hand to massage his scalp in encouragement. Your movements were repetitive, deliberate – it was as if you felt afraid to frighten a stray cat. You felt his neck erupt in gooseflesh when your tongue grazed his bottom lip, the tension in his muscles stark against his involuntary preening. 

Still fighting me.

Your kisses were plush and languid with the promise of wildfire. When you opened your eyes to meet his, he simply stared at you. Your eyes were probing, imploring in a way that made him fight the urge to panic. 

You sighed as you ran your hands along whatever lands you could reach: chest, fangs, fingers, lips, talons.

“Ivestragī nyke,” you whispered, thumb soothing the sharp contours of his eye. Let me.  

There was a long pause before you saw him nod, almost imperceptibly.

You pulled him to you once again, and this time, his hands moulded against your curves in silent submission. You sighed as you felt his tension dissolve in a way that made you want to sob. 

You began to move him against you, wings in the wind, and he moulded himself around you like a wave to the moon.

His forehead slowly dropped to rest against yours heavily, exhausted, as you began to unbutton the stiff leather of his doublet. You would burn it in the morning.

You rubbed your nose against his in comfort, your heart straining at the relieved huff he let out.

You struggled slightly against the latching of his leathers, hands still freezing from the storm. But he was patient, eye closed and almost serene.

His skin looked more pallid than usual in the candlelight, and you observed the stark contrast of skin between the two of you as your hand found his bare chest. You imagined this was how he felt taming Vhagar as a boy — raw muscle, the touch of the untouchable.

You felt Aemond’s abdominal muscles tense at your cold touch, and then relax slightly at the feeling of your full lips on his chest.

Aemond felt your tongue against his flesh, a violent gentleness that took his breath away. It felt like the old gods rather than the seven – primordial, familiar, scorching. Devastating, but gentle nevertheless — as gentle as wildfire could be.

You marked your territory slowly, kissing and licking whatever bare, scarred skin you could find in front of you until you felt Aemond’s muscles begin to tremble in earnest.

You lost yourself in the act and in his warmth, whispering whatever broken Valyrian you could remember under your breath as you mapped the contours of his flesh: Dohaeris. Serve. Nuhon. Mine. Rapa. Soft. Gevie. Beautiful. You suddenly knew how Aegon the Conqueror felt when he looked out on his lands. 

You tore your lips from him with great effort, finally looking up at his face when you felt him let out a long-held breath.

You felt the slick from your mouth leave a trail connecting your lips to him, and your stomach jolted when you saw the way he looked at you.

His eye was heavy with something you didn’t recognise, and his cheeks flushed. You licked your already-wet lips and felt your own face grow as hot as your core – he had been watching you the entire time, with a religious reverence and a hard cock. 

The sight of him more wrecked than you had ever seen him, his scarred, bare chest and straining leathers ignited something deep within you – perhaps that dominance, that aggression that your parents had tried so hard to cull.

You stared at him through heavy lashes, pushing his shoulders down with a nod of your head. Aemond heeded your instruction without argument, sitting at the edge of your ornate, mahogany bed without his eye leaving yours. 

There was something deeply erotic about the way he was looking up at you, and you both knew it. Your chest was heaving under your damp shift, now eye level with your lover as you stood over him. You wanted to break him, and then make him again, like a god. There was a pulsating power in the air, and it belonged to you. Is this how dragons feel?

You observed the way his lips parted in need – had it been any other night, he would have pulled you flush and taken your nipple into his mouth with a desperate urgency. But this time, he simply waited for instruction, single blue eye begging as violent need consumed him from the inside out. 

Your fingers weaved their way into Aemond’s scalp as you kissed him with a sudden ferocity that you had little strength to fight, relishing in his grunt as you climbed and straddled his lap. You didn’t wait to remove his trousers, swallowing his groans of relief as you loosened the ties to relieve the tension. 

He could have sobbed when he finally felt your hand make contact with his strained cock. He could already feel the tip weeping, and could do little to stop the flow of precum that escaped when you began to lick at his ear and neck as you pumped him. 

“Ñuhon,” You repeated in unison with his strangled grunts. “Aōhon.” Mine. Yours.

He did not need to hear anything else but that broken phrase for the rest of his life. 

He clutched you like he did Vhagar’s scales when he claimed her when you began to remove his eyepatch. Your hand never faltered on his cock as you stared at him, pupils dilating when you revealed the sapphire nestled deep within sensitive scar tissue. 

You felt all that he did, he knew. He could see it in the way your pupils swallowed your irises whenever you would swipe a thumb over his tip.

Those eyes will be my undoing, he vowed, finally closing his open eye and letting it roll back into the blackness where the Stranger no doubt waited for him.

You relished his hiss of ecstasy when your free hand yanked at the hair close to his scalp, punctuating the pull with the squeeze of your hand on the tip of his cock. Aemond finally let out a strangled moan, all grunting restraint forgotten.

“Ivestragī jikagon,” Let go. You commanded, feeling yourself gush onto his drenched leathers at sight beneath you. You couldn’t stop yourself from rutting against his thigh, joining his moans to create a symphony that sounded closer to dragonsong.

You felt something ignite in you when you remembered his eyepatch in your hand. Spurred on by the prince desperately fucking himself into your hand beneath you, you quickly placed it over your lover’s head and guided it to sit around his neck. Pretty, you thought.

Aemond’s eye snapped open at the sudden sensation, eyes darkening as you slowly started to pull the leather tight. The pleasure that shot through Aemond almost winded him, his groans built from the pit of his stomach as you began to choke him. 

“Kessa,”  Yes. He repeated it like a prayer, though it still sounded too much like a command for your liking.

You couldn’t look away from each other as you began to fasten your pace on his cock and wind the strap tighter. Aemond’s pupils were blown and his teeth bared, your instruction forgotten as he began to desperately tug your core over to his cock.

You felt his entire body tremble and his cockhead darken even more – he would not last long, judging by his desperate need to sheath himself in you. You ignored the agony between your legs, that desperate ache to ride him – your work was not done.

You nipped at his shoulder in reprimand at his attempt to put you off of your strategy, punctuating the bite with another tug at his neck. You relished at his flared nostrils and his wrecked gaze. His eyes were pleading, desperate, adoring. If you didn’t know better, you could see tears begin to form. 

“Ivestragī jikagon, Aemond.” Let go, Aemond. 

He growled at that, defiant until you shifted your weight to hover your core over his cock. The sound the prince let out was more dragon than human, and it made you tighten your leash and hold his gaze — daring him to disobey you and fuck up into your warmth.

Gods. You groaned at his heady glare. You would need to be quick, your own resolve was becoming little more than dornish sand.  

You weaved both hands into your lover’s silver hair and you straddled him, carefully holding your weight. You lowered yourself slightly and slowly with a hiss, until his cockhead barely breached you, nestled in the very opening of your walls. 

The prince cursed within a groan. Aemond’s grip on your hips was bruising – the wetness between your legs did nothing to put out his fire. He groaned at the heat, legs shaking at being held over the edge like this.

He almost toppled over as he felt your tongue on his scar and your core clenched around his tip. 

“Kessa ao ivestragī jikagon hen bisa?”  Your words were a honeyed, panted command. Will you finally let go of this? 

It was all too much for him. Your wanton acceptance of the ugliest part of him, the way you fit perfectly into his hold. He found himself nodding slightly, begging, and the overwhelming feeling of acceptance wormed its way through his core.

Something about the ease of it after all of these years was infuriating. He could do little else other than adore you, and beg for his destruction at your soft hands.

“Yes, yes I –” He shuddered as you began to let more of him in, the scorching warmth of you enveloping his cock until you were fully seated. 

“Fuck,” You whimpered, feeling him completely fill your walls, everything you had.

You threw your head back as you began to ride him, sobs escaping you at the sheer feeling of fullness and the sound of him begging, babbling in Valyrian.

He watched you, enraptured as your hips began their familiar, snake-like dance against him. In his haze, he wondered how you, his anchor, had your palms anchored onto his chest. 

You smiled at him slyly, something unspoken resolved during the whole affair – it felt lighter. He felt lighter. “Would you like to be released, my prince?” 

You punctuated the address with a swivel of your hips, a clench of your core, and a caress of his balls behind you. 

“Wretched woman.” He groaned weakly, gripping you for dear life as he tried to ward off his release. Impossible. “You save me from misery and tie me to the bloody post.” 

His words did little more than spur you on. You lay flat against him, your chest on his as you began to ride him faster. The fire in your core was stronger than it had ever been, punctuated by your squelching wetness as you rode him. You let your lover adjust you so he could hit that sweet spot within you – he needed to please you, he always did. You allowed it, arching to allow his fingers to resume their familiar, circular position on your clit. 

Your vision behind your eyes was bright white, brighter than the heavens as you felt your release chase after you. You weren’t certain your body would be here when you awoke, you were on fire. You would both be little more than ash when you awoke, and you would love each other more for it. 

You felt the coil tighten past human comprehension for the both of you, an ouroboros of pleasure as you fed eachother. You saw your tears before you felt them, falling onto the prince under you like flutterings of volcanic ash. 

“Let go, Aemond.” 

Your final command was weak, but he followed it anyway, his eyes black and his throat hoarse as he released into you with a series of sobs and bites.

You stroked his scar as he came, barely registering the action past the involuntary shakes of your own release – white hot, powerful, older than time itself. Aemond watched you as you came, a creature, the goddess Syrax herself. Made for him, whatever he was now. Kinslayer. Made for you. 

Aemond held you flush against him in the quiet aftermath, your head nestled into his shoulder. You continued to ride him slightly, slowly, wanting to drain him fully and feel it deep within you. He groaned softly as you did, attempting to get his shaking muscles under control before his grandfather came to find him. His eye felt sharper, his head clearer, and his heart lighter. Something had shifted. 

You lifted your head with great effort, noting the long tear tracks on his cheeks. You have never seen Aemond cry, and you never would. But this was close enough. He met your thoughtful gaze with a serious look, searching. Almost as if he expected a recoil from him after the lustful haze. He found none, hoping his eye conveyed his gratitude — it was a weight his tongue couldn’t possibly manage.

Instead, you did as you always did. Unmake him and whatever wisdom he thought he had, while you gripped his hand in yours. 

“You cannot control a dragon.”

He huffed.

“You control me well enough, my love.”

#song prompts #my fics #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader smut #hotd #hotd fics #unbowed unbeta'd unbroken #mine

[nyxronomicon]

congrats on the milestone! I'm here to contribute- I'd like to ask for

half/sour diesel/kishibe

please and thanks! hope you're having fun with these :)

part of my 420 event

Kishibe x GN!reader

ugh i was SO hoping someone would request something sleazy with him!! this event is so perfect for him ty for requesting! 💚

🔞 mature content. MINORS DNI. 🔞

cw: alcohol & weed (shotgunning), age difference, manipulation, sleazy!kishibe, dub-con/non-con (bc you are drunk and high lol), btw do NOT do this irl unless you're a veteran cross-fader lol

Kishibe held the joint to your lips, encouraging you to take a hit while he took a sip of whiskey from his flask. He'd talked you into straddling his lap by telling you it was a game. You'd take turns sipping whiskey and smoking the j and the first one to cough loses.

"Why do I need to be on your lap for this?" You asked as he handed you the flask, bringing the joint to his lips. You took a sip, a tickle in your throat from the weed and the whiskey definitely didn't help.

"You'll find out, doll." He grinned and winked, taking the flask from you and holding the spliff for you to take another hit. He took a sip, eyeing you as you pulled the smoke in. Once again, you took the flask back from him as you held the smoke in.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You said after exhaling. You put the flask to your lips and took a sip.

"Shotgun round." He smirked. As he pulled smoke from the j, your eyes widened and your back tingled with anticipation. You shouldn't be doing this kind of thing with a man his age but something about the mix of weed and alcohol, the proximity, his scent... you'd never wanted something so bad.

Kishibe gently placed a calloused hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer as you opened your mouth in anticipation. Your lips brushed against his as he blew the smoke into your mouth and you breathed it in. It was warm, with a faint oaky undertone from the whiskey.

And, without words, you traded whiskey and weed as he took a sip and you pulled smoke again. You shotgunned Kishibe this time, both of you less skittish when your lips touched. One more sip, one more hit, one more shotgun. Your form got messy, nearly turning into a kiss. You'd have to pay more attention next time.

Except, high and drunk, that thought left you mind the second your lips touched his again. His warmth was so nice, you were all but melted onto him. And with your lips on his, you forgot the two of you were shotgunning at all. As he pulled away, your lips chased his, like gravity was pulling you back to him.

You kissed him. A languid and sloppy kiss, sure, but his grip on the back of your neck tightened and you couldn't take it back if you wanted to. He hummed into the kiss, his tongue easily finding yours, arousal bubbling up your spine. The flask and half-smoked joint were haphazardly set on the table next to you, somehow avoiding spills with the j nestled neatly on the ashtray.

Your hands found their place on either side of his face as you kissed him deeper, feeling cross-faded and horny as hell. He pushed your hips to grind you against him so you could feel how big he was. How stiff you'd already made him.

You moaned lightly, making Kishibe smirk into the kiss. After all, making you needy like this went just as he intended.

#kishibe x reader #kishibe smut #chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man kishibe #x reader #nyx reefer madness

[carefulfears]

wait are the “send me an episode” asks still open. can you do ascension my best friend ascension. ignore this if you don’t wanna. this is mikey silo1013 btw

HEYYYY you guys can ALWAYS send me an episode lol y’all know i love to talk

this is prob gonna be all over the place this episode makes me feel deranged i'm literally incapable of formulating a coherent thought about it

this is my favorite shot from ascension. mulder on top of the broken cable car, the sun setting behind him. he's so close to making it, and he's running out of time.

ascension is arguably the most poignant and effective portrayal of the show's core themes, and of what drives mulder, as it makes a point of placing him back in the one night that he never truly left.

once again, he's listening as the person closest to him screams his name for help. he's been trying to rewrite this moment, to walk back into this room, every day of his life, and he's not a child unable to respond anymore. he's not frozen in the corner.

he jumps up and rushes to the scene before the message even finishes, and he's still too late.

this is the reigning theme of the episode, as mulder obsessively searches for scully, unrelenting for a moment or a breath.

ascension is heavily visible, driven largely in its symbols, and this theme is referenced continuously in skyland mountain's tagline "ascend to the stars"

alluded to in the testimony that duane barry gave mulder in the previous episode

and hinted at again in the images of mountains behind duane and mulder in the interrogation

and so both mulder and duane keep ascending, racing against the trauma of their respective pasts, both trying to change their fate, to avoid reliving their worst nights over and over.

duane in his attempts to be spared as the person taken, and mulder in his desperation to not be the person left behind.

but in the end, at the very top, there is once again nothing to see but bright lights

i love this moment between mulder and maggie, back on the ground, when all is said and done. when she tells him that she's still having dreams about her daughter being taken away, and how much it scares her. and mulder responds, "it's probably scarier when you stop having the dream, don't you think?"

isn't it worth it, to be haunted, if it keeps someone close?

so the episode concludes with mulder returning to the top of the mountain, walking back into that room, into that loss, over and over. still left behind.

ascension is the mythology as its very best, in that it understood where the real danger lies. the fear in uncertainty.

the real danger lies in the man without a name in the corner, always visible and surrounded by smoke signals, but still impossible to find. shrouded in that same cloud that makes him so identifiable.

it lies in questions without answers, and the easiest explanation not necessarily being the most plausible. did duane barry find scully through the chip, or did someone give him her address? are the lights in the sky alien, or something closer to home?

as the audience, we are left just as in the dark as mulder is, never having anything to go on other than what is discarded in rental cars. cigarette butts, cross necklaces, lights in the sky, and nothing else to find when you reach the end of the road.

finally, you and i are both union-based krycek-girlies, so we must discuss his big moment.

(boys trip)

following his introduction and the reveal that he's working for CSM earlier in the season, ascension solidifies krycek's place in the game when he is given orders to slow mulder down at any cost

in an episode so defined by rush and the demand to make it to the top

krycek halts mulder in the air, finishing the race when only one of them knows the rules

and then disappears, another missing person leaving his partner behind, with a trail of crumbs behind him

#sorry this is such a mess #hopefully i'll have my groove back this week and be a bit more put together and articulate #but i wanted to get something posted for mikey <3 #thanks for the ask!! #asks #ascension #this is the prettiest episode of television that’s ever been made #i literally can’t even talk about it because all of my thoughts are just LOOK HOW PRETTY IT IS!!!!! #kae meta

[orchid3a]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 ━ 𝑨. 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑶𝑴𝑰

☆ミ plot ➻ you ask your boyfriend to teach you how to smoke

☆ミ pairing ➻ girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!akashi takeomi

☆ミ cw ➻ smoking, hinted jealousy (takeomi lmao), fem!reader, shin has a gf and they both smoke, beta-reading (?)

☆ミ note ➻ omg aria wrote smt after two months!!! what a christmas miracle, btw this is my present to my cutie bby @haitaniapologist !! 

at the end you will find a note for her, so if you aren’t interest skip

"Teach me how to smoke!”

Takeomi's eyebrows arch, hearing those words leaving your lips, sounding more like a demand than a request. However, before he can open his mouth to answer, you interrupt him again.

"And no, I will not accept a negative answer!" You remark, crossing your arms and furrowing your brows.

A sigh leaves his lips, he knows that making you change the idea will be very difficult. 

"I beg your pardon?" He mutters as he observes your adorable pout adoring your features.

"You heard me well!" 

Takeomi sighs again before patting the spot next to him, the bed shifts as you sit, still not close to him, leaving some space between you two.

"So, Omi, will you teach me how to smoke?" 

He scoffs before ruffling your hair, as he continues smoking his cigarette. 

"You're too young to smoke, plus it isn't healthy."

You bat his hand from your head, now frowning and crossing your arms against your chest, trying to appear, in his eyes, more dominant. It doesn't work, as your lover doesn't bat an eye, still smoking his cigarette.

"It isn't fair! Shin taught his girlfriend how to smoke!" You remark and frown your brows more when his answer is just him rolling his eyes "Plus he even shotguns her!" You add.

"And what I have to do with this information?" He adds, puffing the smoke on your face, a shit grin on his lips.

"Your brilliant mind should tell you to teach your lovely, adorable and kind girlfriend to do the same"

He laughs before ruffling your hair again, you puff your cheeks in sign of protest, before sighing and fall on the bed.

You feel the bed shift again, this time he lays next to you, caging your body against his chest.

“Why aren’t you like Shin?” You murmur hiding your face in his neck, sniffing his cologne mixed with nicotine, a smell that now has become familiar to you, a symbol of security and love. 

His hands cup your face, tilting your face up, his eyes now more serious than before, his dark hues show signs of… jealousy?

“Omi… Are you… Perhaps jealous of what I said before?”

You tried to hold your laugh when his facade dropped, you almost swore you could see the tips of his ear red.

“No, of course not. I’m a grown ass man, how could I be ever jealous of my girlfriend praising my best friend”.

He was jealous.

Your lips peck his scarred cheek, trying to soften him, which succeeded, his face is less stiff than earlier. 

“What I meant… Is that I find hot that Shin and his girlfriend smoke and do that.” You mutter, tracing circles on his chest.

He hums, then you feel his lips brushing against your forehead, then your cheeks and finally your lips, before he places a soft and chaste kiss on your lips.

Closing your eyes, you pull him closer, you wouldn’t let him go until you both run out of breath. Kiss after kiss, which was never enough both for you and him, finally Omi said something.

“I will teach you how to smoke, but” - your eyes lighten at his offer, wondering what the condition is - “You have to kiss me for every cigarette you use, sweetcheeks.” 

You giggle “Shouldn’t be better to pay you?”

He rolls his eyes chuckling “And they call me the greedy one. Come here, now I need my payment.” 

Another giggle leaves your lips before you run back to kiss him, he sure is a silly man. But he is your silly man.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ to my dearest muse and friend;

hi june, or should i say bby, maybe it’s better that. what can i say? firstly, happy birthday! now you’re 22, and it’s been a year since we met! i can’t believe that!!

i love you so much, you’re the best thing it ever happened to me here on

tumblr. i will cherish every memory we made in these past months, i can still

remember how we first met.

i relogged your omi fic and you were so happy, i can still feel the

happiness when i found someone who loved omi like me!

and what better way to celebrate your birthday and our meeting with an

omi fic!? 

even if this small work can’t be compared with the one you made for my

birthday, and i feel bad to write so little when you made a god-tier fic for

me, i hope you can still appreciate this small work.

my present may not be the biggest, but i hope you can feel all my love,

all the happiness you brought me. i love you so much, june, i’m so happy to

have you.

you’re one of the brightest stars and kindest souls i’ve ever met, i

love everything of you! i love how you smile, how you care for your friends,

how your eyes lighten when you are talking about something you love, i love

everything about you.

when i’m writing this, tears are spilling out my eyes, because no human

words can describe how much important you are for me.

let’s make more memories this year! i love you and happy birthday again

love,

your aria

#✒️ - aria writes #🧸- virtus #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #takeomi akashi fluff #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi drabble #tr fluff #tokrev fluff #tokrev x reader

[pupyr0arz]

more random Gaz food. He’s trans btw. Is this dubcon? Probably. TLDR Kyle wants you two to have a baby and figures it’s best to ask forgiveness than ask permission. Also he doesn’t plan to ask for forgiveness. Accidents happen

You’re so trusting, so open and earnest. Kyle finds it beautiful, the way you lean into the relationship with a sigh of relief, settling down so easily he knows you feel the gentle intertwining in your soul just the same as he does. It’s really the only difference between the two of you, you offer everything about yourself up on a silver platter for Kyle, Kyle who is made a drooling, ravenous beast at the sight of you, and he hides himself under the bed and in the bug he tucks into your clothes. You’re just too naive, Kyle has seen too much of the world to let you get hurt by it. 

He doesn’t plan to lie to you forever. He tucks away his claws and dulls his teeth. He’ll mask the smoke and stench of blood with lavender. He would for every day of his life without a hint of regret for you, but Kyle is going to tell gou everything one day, but people jump to conclusions. He doesn’t blame you, he doesn’t not trust you either, he just understands that you’re not working from a fully informed position and you might, god forbid, do something rash.

Kyle has a day or two when he begins preparations for the first attempt. He’s let you out of the house, off to complete errands with a cute smile on your face and a kiss to both your cheeks, and he waits at the door with baited breath until the sounds of your footsteps fade away. When the hallway falls silent he shuts the door with a click and takes a deep, steadying breath. 

The two of you keep your condoms in the dresser besides the bed, and he combs the house in search of any other, even a stray one between the couch cushions. The extras are tossed out, wrapped up in toilet paper and hidden in other trash in case he doesn’t get the chance to bring it to the dumpster himself. He takes a safety pin and sits on the bed, cross cross apple sauce, and pokes holes in them, seven in each in a little star shape. You haven’t bought spermicidal condoms in a while now, Kyle’s persistent complaints about getting uncomfortable pains and horror stories about UTIs and rashes had made you toss out the whole package out of worry.

It warms his heart to see you so considerate of his health and comfort, and he doesn’t see the harm in indulging a reward for you, swallowing until you tear the sheets with your nails. You don’t notice, too preoccupied with the way Kyle is cleaning your cock with wide sweeps of his tongue, but he finds it cute anyways.

It’s pretty simple for him to lie about his own fertility. He usually takes his pills before his morning run while you putter around in the kitchen. Poor, sweet, trusting you, you don’t even think about touching the bottle, or keeping track yourself. The app he kept on his phone is deleted without fanfare, and honestly it just drives home how necessary this all is. How easy it would be for someone else to take advantage of you, and your sweet easy nature. Kyle is just planning for both of your futures.

#.bark #gaz #gaz x reader #cod #cod x reader #writing #snippet #another random scrap #notsafeforworkers #x reader

[fuutaenjoyer]

milgram oceangate

i don’t know man i’m mentally ill and cannot consume anything without immediately thinking about milgram so here it is

not proofread btw

“waaaahh.. Muu’s scared…” sobs rang out through the submarine as Muu clutched onto Harukas arm, sniffling dramatically and certainly not doing anything to help with the current predicament, especially the steadily dwindling supply of oxygen.

Although, that being said, Haruka wasn’t in a much better situation. whether it was his empathy of seeing Muu so distraught, or maybe he had finally found value in his own life, he was sniffling quietly, white knuckling the fabric of Muu’s uniform. “i’m sorry.. i’m sorry muu, i’m so sorry..” he repeatedly apologised, practically folding in on himself as he curled up, probably trying to block out the reality of the situation.

kazui sighed, massaging his brow as if his biggest issue was an oncoming headache, and not the fact that he was stranded at the bottom of the ocean. “now now you two, i’m sure we’ll be fine.. ah, and you using up all of the oxygen really isn’t gonna make the situation any better..” his voice was tired, and although he didn’t sound particularly annoyed, or scared, for that matter. actually, he sounded more bemused than anything, having already attempted to start a game of cards about three separate times since they’d received the news they were stranded.

“ugh, as if you’re not using just as much oxygen.. i mean, out of everyone here, you’re definitely the largest.” yuno retorted, biting her thumb and shooting him a glare. her usual bubbly attitude had disappeared roughly half an hour into being stranded, and she was now effectively brooding, not seeming too worried about the prospect of death, but more annoyed that when she did die it would be in a glorified pringles can.

“well, that’s not very nice.” kazui exhaled, doing his best old man pout, before a grin took over his face. “well, if i’m already using so much oxygen, i’m sure no one would mind if i have a smoke?”

yunos expression twisted into one of clear amusement as mahiru gasped next to her, leaning over her and shaking her head very dramatically. “no! you can’t do that! if you did then we really might die!”

“we’re already going to die.” amane shot from across the submarine, legs crossed neatly. “instead of worrying about surviving, you should all start praying to see if a last ditch effort can keep you out of hell. not that i have much hope for you, though.”

“aah, amane-chan, you really shouldn’t be so pessimistic.” shidous smile was tired, however that wasn’t really anything new. his smile was twitching a small amount, serving as the only sign that the situation was getting to him at all. he opened his mouth to say something out, when a rather pathetic whining sound came from the floor next to him.

as if on cue, everyone turned to look at where mikoto was tied up on the floor, tears in his eyes as he attempted to plead for his freedom through the gag.

“don’t you think we could let him out..?” mahiru asked tentatively, averting her gaze in pity.

kotoko shook her head, arms cross in defiance, glaring at his rather helpless figure. “nope. no way. this guys crazy, y’know? if we let him go he might go batshit and try to destroy the submarine, or something, killing all of us.”

“well, if we’re all going to die—“ yuno began to speak, voice flat, before she was interrupted.

“we’re not all gonna die! they’ve sent out search parties for us! they’ve got to— we’re gonna get rescued!” fuuta insisted. although he wasn’t openly crying like muu and haruka, his pale complexion and the fact that he’d threatened to throw up on 5 separate occasions was enough to show that he wasn’t taking the situation well.

yet again, mikoto made another noise, wriggling to look up at fuuta with pleading eyes. fuuta grimaced in response, mumbling an apology under his breath. “cmon, man, you know there’s nothing i can do..”

“we could at least take his gag off..?” mahiru offered, gnawing on her bottom lip.

“no way!” muu shouted tearfully, gasping for breath. “wh- what if he uses up all of the o- the oxygen?!” she sniffs and tightens her grip on haruka, who starts sniffling even louder at her words.

“says you!” fuuta shouted in response, his own voice a little wobbly. “i didn’t even wanna get on this stupid thing! y’know, as soon as we get out of here i’m calling a lawyer!” he declared as he turned to look at es accusingly.

speaking of, es was sitting at the far end of the submarine, white knuckling the xbox controller that fuuta had loaned from his very own gaming setup and staring directly at jackalope.

the group feel silent as they waited for some sort of response, expecting es to defend themself, at least.

“mm. i know.” they murmured, nodding as they spoke, not taking their gaze off of jackalope.

“you know?! then why the hell did you take us on this thing?!” fuuta snapped, clearly not happy with the response.

finally, es looked up, expression unemotive as always. “can you be quiet for a moment? i’m trying to listen to jackalope.”

another brief period of silence descended, with even muu and haruka falling quiet, before muus sobbing picked up once again, this time even more anguished. “our only hope is talking to a rabbit!” she wailed, tilting her head back and sobbing loudly, shaking haruka as she did so.

“n- no way..” fuuta mumbled, shakily lifting a hand over his mouth. “we’re all gonna die… no way…..”

mikoto shuffled across the floor, resting his head against fuutas leg, perhaps in an attempt to comfort him, but more likely in an attempt to wriggle himself free.

“our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..” amane pressed her palms together, closing her eyes and continuing to pray.

“amane, i really don’t think this is the time—“ shidou began to speak.

“oh my god.. i’m gonna die before ever getting married!” mahiru exclaimed, joining muu and haruka in wailing loudly, clutching onto yuno who patted her head with a limited amount of sympathy.

“look at it this way, marriage is for losers.” she nodded wisely, to which mahiru only began to cry louder.

kazui spoke up against the cacophony of sobs, an easy smile still fixed on his face. “so, how about some black jack?”

“i refuse to die with these idiots!” kotoko snapped, climbing to her feet and hoisting a bat over her shoulder.

“wah— hey, where did she get that from?!” fuuta exclaimed, shuffling back words and staring up at her in a mix of shock and terror. mikoto clearly shared the sentiment from his muffled yell, although it was impossible to make out much more.

it was only when kotoko started walking towards the singular window that everyone else realised what she was planning to do.

“kotoko, no! we’ll all die!” shidou attempted to reason as he stumbled to his feet, his legs no doubt having gone numb from sitting down for so long.

kotoko lifted the bat up, expression determined, before swinging it at the window.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #haruka sakurai #shidou kirisaki #kazui mukuhara #mahiru shiina #yuno kashiki #kotoko yuzuriha #mikoto kayano #amane momose

[dropout-if]

🤍 , 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON , 🚫 PROHIBITED , ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE, 🤔 THINKING FACE

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Jade/Jean- aloof, cynical, reserved

Uma- indecisive, pessimistic, overthinker

Statler- overprotective, nosy, perfectionist

Wanda- blunt, over-optimistic, impatient

Kai- avoidant, impulsive, critical

Travis- competitive, stubborn, insensitive

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

(I only know about mbti btw kskskf)

Jade/Jean- ESTJ

Uma- ISFP

Statler- ENTJ

Wanda- ESFP

Kai- INTP

Travis- INTJ

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Jade/Jean- used to smoke but has since quit for health reasons. They don't enjoy alcohol that much, minus wine on social occasions.

Uma- not a heavy drinker and prefer to keep their alcohol consumption moderate (social drinker). They don't like tobacco, but often smoke weed.

Statler- doesn't like neither drinking nor smoking.

Wanda- tries to keep her alcohol consumption to a minimum. She smokes sometimes.

Kai- drinks often (mostly at parties, and may drink a beer at home during their meals). They are a heavy smoker.

Travis- likes alcohol but doesn't drink often (only at parties). Doesn't like to smoke.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Jade/Jean- obsessed with coffee. The more bitter the better. Occasionally, they might opt for an herbal tea, but coffee remains their top choice.

Uma- prefers green tea, often with a hint of honey for sweetness. They also enjoy milk-based beverages like lattes, and they might indulge in a chai latte or a matcha latte from time to time.

Statler- is a fan of herbal teas, particularly chamomile and mint.

Wanda- enjoys a good cup of hot cocoa with a generous swirl of whipped cream on top. She appreciates the warmth and sweetness of the drink. Occasionally, she might have a latte, but hot chocolate is her comfort drink.

Kai- chugs energy drink after energy drink. It's all they drink.

Travis- prefers water most of the time. Occasionally, he might have a simple cup of black coffee, but he avoids adding too much sugar or cream.

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Jade/Jean- rubs the back of their neck when they're feeling awkward or uncomfortable in a social situation, offers a subtle, half-smile as acknowledgment or agreement during conversations, squints slightly and tilts their head when they're trying to analyze a situation or person.

Uma- plays with a small charm bracelet on their wrist as a soothing gesture when they're feeling stressed, gently touches their fingers to their lips while in thought or when they're about to share something personal, bites their lower lip when they're holding back strong emotions or trying to contain their enthusiasm.

Statler- traces patterns on surfaces with their fingertips when they're deep in thought or daydreaming, gazes off into the distance with a pensive expression during moments of reflection, glances downward and tucks their hair behind their ear when they're feeling bashful or vulnerable.

Wanda- runs a hand through her hair when frustrated or deep in thought, rests a hand on her chest when she's touched by someone's kindness or heartfelt words, raises an eyebrow playfully when someone makes a witty comment or tries to tease her.

Kai- leans against surfaces casually with their arms crossed when they're feeling relaxed or nonchalant, plays with their lighter when they're deep in thought, takes deep, contemplative breaths while gazing out into the distance during moments of introspection.

Travis- taps his fingers rhythmically on surfaces when he's restless or impatient, raises an eyebrow skeptically when someone says something questionable or absurd, chuckles softly and shakes his head in a "can't believe it" manner when someone does something amusing.

#dropout if #dropout #ask #ros #j gray #kai alofa #ask game #statler amani #travis camaro #uma bharat #wanda pavon

[suck4angststory]

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw X Floyd!Fem!Reader

Warning: Allusion to sex, heavy makeout session that'll lead to sex, but no smut. PTSD, panic attack. English is my second language. Feel free to give me a comment about my writing and grammars mistakes

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Part 2

(Y/N) storm out from the two side door and cross the lobby to walk towards her office at the end of the hallway. Her breathing is uneven, she can hear the distinct sound of guns, bombs, and screams. She burst into her office and walk towards the corner beside her table. She tucks her knees up, closes her eyes and covers her ears with her hands. Her body is shaken uncontrollably and tears stream down her cheeks.

When she opens her eyes, she's not in her office. She's in the open field with many bunkers type of buildings. The building was disintegrating, smokes coming from them.

She looks around and saw many soldiers on the ground, their uniforms are burned and smoke coming from their bodies. She look to her right and saw battered soldiers push to their knees and get shotted by a man behind them with an assault rifle. She sits down and clasps her hand to her mouth to contain her screams. She hid behind the brick wall that was still attached to the ground from the disintegrating buildings. There's the man beside her trying to calm her down.

She then closed her eyes until her eyelids wrinkled with how tight she closed them. When she opens her eyes, she's back in her office. Her body shook, she then crawls to her table, stands on her shaking knee and tries to reach for her phone. When she gets it, she crawls back to the corner where she'd been before.

She sat with her knees up to her chest, she open her phone and find her husband's name in the phone contacts. She tried to call him, but just got greeted by her husband's voicemail.

She begins to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks, she grips her phone tightly until her knuckles are white. She hid her face in her knee and sobbed loudly. Her body shaking from the impact.

After she contained her sobs, she lifted her face from her knee. She saw her fallen tears make dark patches in her khaki uniform. She wiped her cheeks with her sleeve but the tears still spilling down again.

She then opens her phone again and opens a voice messenger. She clicks one of the voice notes with her husband's name on it. Then her husband's voice filled her hearing.

"Hey honey, this is your husband speaking. Bradley Bradshaw or you'll call me Rooster when you want to have sex. But you probably know it's me" he chuckles

She cracked a smile at her husband's monologue. She places her chin on her knees and circles her arms around her calf.

"Anyway, I made this voicemail if your PTSD started to interfere with you. I read on Google that when someone got PTSD, the first thing you do is try to make them calm and relax. Don't trigger them and make them comfortable." Bradley stated

"That's why I make this voicemail because you always said that my voice makes you calm when you have a bad day. So I'll just gonna talk to you through this." There's silence but then Bradley let out a sigh.

"Okay, first of all, I love you and you probably know that, and I miss you, of course I'll always missing you. But now I'm not really missing you because you're here with me now. You're just going out with some friends."

"But I'll always miss you though, especially when we start working again. Which I hate it, but you like your job." He whined in last sentence.

"You are always so passionate when you're talking about your job. Do you remember when you try to explain to me why C4ISR is important for the Navy system for 20 minutes straight? But I didn't understand anything that you just said. You mad at me and pouting. And I have to make it up to you with a promised that I'll give you my infamous massage"

She chuckles at this and sniffed.

"Maybe I'm not really understand about what you said about computer and technology or your brainiac talking about. But it turned me on though when you became a nerd" he chuckle to himself. There's silence again.

"Anyway, I hope my ramble about you is making you calm and relaxed. And just so you know, I love you. Very very much" he said the last sentence slowly. Then there's a shuffling noise and Bradley groans after few seconds filled with a shuffling noise.

"It's too short. It's not even 30 seconds, I should make this a little longer. It can't get (Y/N) relaxed and calm if it is just 30 seconds. What should I talk to you about again" he muttered to himself.

"Oh, I can sing to you. What about Jim Croce, honey? you said my voice sounds like him, right?" he clears his throat and begins to sing A Long Time Ago by Jim Croce.

Seems like such a long time ago

I was walking on a lonely road

Getting tired of dreamin' alone

He then stopped abruptly

"Wait, I should probably add melody in it. We're gonna used the piano" she heard a rumbling noise and his feet pounded to the floor. There's a sound of a door being opened and closed, several seconds later, the sound of the door opening and closed comes back again. She then heard her husband sigh.

"I forgot we're in Oceana now, there's no piano in here. They're in San Diego." He groaned.

"Okay, I'll just gonna sing it without the music" he clears his throat and begins to sing

Seems like such a long time ago

I was walking on a lonely road

Getting tired of dreamin' alone

Like all the lonely people I had known

Seems like such a long time ago

There was no one who would share my song

I was just a boy far from home

But I became a man when you came along

She sobbed again but a smile appeared on her face

We spent the whole night talkin'

You said you'd like to see the sunrise

But in the gold of mornin'

Was nothing I had not seen in your eyes

I was so afraid to touch you

Thought you were too young too know

So I just watched you sleeping

Then you woke and said to me

The night is cold

It frightens me

And I could sleep so easy next to you

It wasn't very long ago

You said that you would like to share my road

Then you started singin' my song

You said so many nights are waiting

Let's not spend a moment wasting time

'Cause we have very far to go

I will go if you will take me

I have never had a lover

I am young

But I am so alone

We spent the whole night talkin'

But in the gold of mornin'

He finished his song.

"Rooster, I'm home" she then heard her fainted voice in the background.

"Oh shit, you're back" he whispered-yelled, a slight panic in his voice. There's a rumbling sound through the voice mail. Rooster clears his throat.

"This voice note is special. you should hear this when your PTSD begin to annoye you. Or when you missing me so much or you can't contact me because of the blocking signal when you're in middle of knowhere"

"And never ever heard it in front of me, or your friends, or even Bob. No. Their not allowed. This is just for your ears only." He talks in a whispered voice

"Rooster you big stud, take me to bed or lose me forever" (Y/N) voice in sing-song can be heard in the background.

"I'm coming honey" he shouts for a response. "I love you." The voicemail ended and she began to sob. She misses her husband, she misses Bradley. She misses his smells, she misses his dorky smile, she misses his sappy jokes, she misses everything from him. She misses her Rooster.

She collapsed to the floor in her front. Her head turned to the side, her phone lay beside her. She pressed play again, and her husband's voices once again filled the room.

"Hey, honey..."

She laying there, unmoving. She stopped crying, Her cheeks is stained with tears. Her eyes is empty, she stared at a blank space. Everything is frozen around her, she can't move. She just stared at the filling cabinet that was mounted to the wall with a blank stare.

****

When (Y/N) step out of her office, the sky changed into black colours with glowing white stars decorating it. She's driven on her way home. When she arrived at her yard, she open the garage door with the remote in her car and move her car forward to the garage.

She parked her car beside her husband's 1970s baby blue Ford Bronco that was covered in a white sheet to protect it from dust. She collects the food she'd just bought in a local diner on her way home. She open her driver's seat with her free and and climb out from her car. She closed the door and click her car keys, her 2018 deep blue Ford F-150 give out a beeping sound to notify the car is locked.

She twirls her car keys in her finger and begins to walk towards the front door. When she want to entered her key to the front door, she saw the door had already been opened.

She opens her door quietly and walks slowly inside the house stay alerted. She placed her bag of food on the floor and stuck one of her hands in her pocket trouser so she can press an emergency button on her phone when the intruder try something dangerous to her.

When she walked toward her living room, she heard music playing on the phonograph. Don't Stay Away Too Long by Peters & Lee playing on the vinyl record.

She was stunned at first but collected herself and walk towards the sound. She sees through the living room cabinet, there's someone with dark brown curls bent over in the fridge. Their head is swaying following the music beats. The person rummaging through the fridge looking for something.

She let out a shaky breath and walked toward the kitchen. She stopped beside the kitchen Island and stared at the person with glistening eyes. The person still rummaging through the fridge and singing along with the music that plays.

"Bradley..." she breathes out his name.

"Wo-oh, wo-oh Jet plane flying high above me

Don't stay away too long

Come back darling, say you love me

Don't stay away too long

Tell me you'll be think-...." He stopped abruptly when he heard his name.

Bradley then stands up and turns around to face her with a Cocky smirk displayed on his face. He's wearing a long sleeve white Henley shirt and blue jeans. The Henley's not buttoned up so his tanned chest got displayed. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows to showing his tanned muscular arms.

"Hey, Honey..." his voice is deep and smooth.

She then launches herself to him and Bradley caught her in her bottom. His body dips a bit from the impact. He breathed out a laugh and tightened his grip on her. She buries her face in his neck and inhales his scent. Bradley walks them to the kitchen island and places her on the counter. She still clings to him and she begins to cry.

"I miss you..." she tries to contain her cry but her tears just pouring harder. Bradley brought her head from his neck.

There's a stain of her tears on his shirt and neck but he didn't mind. He examined her face that he missed for the past three weeks.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. I'm here now" she sniffed and hiccuped a bit to contain her cry. Bradley wiped her tears with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, I just miss you so much..." she said in her tears and pouted at him. Bradley wiped her tears again and stroked her cheek with his thumb in circles. He admires her face in his hand and gives her a loving smile.

"I'm here now sweetheart. I'm here now" he murmured to her and place his forehead on her. He then closed his eyes and muttered the same sentence to her.

Bradley open his eyes and stared at her eyes. He shifts his gaze to her lips.

"Can I.." He asked for her permission.

This is one of the many things that make her fall more in love with Bradley Bradshaw. Always ask her concern about everything that'll involve her. For Bradley Bradshaw, Her concern is number one in their relationship. He always asks if something that he'll do will make her comfortable or not. He's always been a gentleman.

Bradley then closed the gap and place his lips on her. They both gasp at the feeling of each other lips after 3 weeks of never being touched. Their kiss is sweet and longing.

After three weeks of never meeting each other, they poured all of them in this kiss.

(Y/N) place her hands in Bradley's hair and tugged at them slightly. Bradley groaned and place one of his hands on the back of her head and loosened her neatly bun hair until it fall loosely. His other hand was placed on her back to make her closer. (Y/N) legs wrapped tightly in Bradley's waist.

Their loving and longing kiss change to desperate and lust. Bradley then lifts her from the kitchen island and walks them toward the living room. He stop in front of the stair and placed her back on the wall beside the stairs.

They break the kiss and breathe heavily. Bradley place her hair behind her ear and stared at her face. Cheeks flushed and lips were swollen. She then places both her hands on his face and begins to trace the scars on his jaw and flushed cheeks.

"Bedroom..?" Bradley's voice is husky with lust. She just nodded and smashed her lips against him. Their kiss now is just teeth and tongue. Poured all of their lust that had been contained for three weeks into the kiss. Bradley carries her to their shared bedroom. He opens the bedroom door and steps inside. He then closed the door with his feet and they pour their missing time into each other embrace all night long.

****

The ringing of the alarm clock woke (Y/N) up from his slumber. She woke up in her husband's arms. Their naked body was protected from San Diego night with the grey sheets that covered them.

They are up until 3 in the morning. After she was exhausted enough she placed her head on her husband's naked chest. She heard her husband murmur 'I Love You's and kiss her forehead. She begin to drift to sleep, the last thing she heard was her husband's steady heartbeat.

When he see her wife fell asleep already in his arms, Bradley looked at her. He still wants to spend the night with her, but seeing her exhausted face, he can ask her to do it another day. He stared at her sleeping wife in his arm, he place his hand on her naked back and rub it up and down. He shift his gaze and stared at the ceiling. He placed his free hand on the back of his head as a pillow. His mind begins running with questions.

He thought about why he'd got called back to Top Gun, and what kind of mission he'll be doing. The dangerous one that'll cost his life or just another rescue mission that'll take days, weeks, or even months to not meetings his wife. He cannot bear to leave his wife again after their reunion this night. He needs more time with her.

There's the time when he thinks about retiring and changing his job as a Top Gun Instructor so he'll not leave his wife again. He can stay by her side every time without worrying about not coming back or when he'll gonna come back.

But when he uttered his thought to her, she'd yell at him and knock some sense into him. She remains him how hard she tries to get where he's standing now. He even has to get sent off four years too late because certain someone pulls out his application from the naval academy. That the thing makes him try harder to achieve where he is now.

He shift his gaze to his wife and stared at her, she stir a bit when he shift.

'Did (Y/N) now about the mission I'm gonna do?' He asks himself in his thought.

When it comes to the works, they never revealed what mission they're gonna do. Because all the jobs they're doing are confidential, especially (Y/N) jobs. When they're gonna say goodbye for a mission or deployment. They just told each other where they're gonna go and how long they're gonna gone. The details must be left out.

But (Y/N) always now what mission Bradley gonna do because half of the mission or data for Navy she'd got hold of them. Certainly, It's not acceptable, but it is one of her privileges to become one of the higher commands in Naval Information Warfare Systems Command.

Bradley always commented that her division is quite a mouthful and he'll never get to say it correctly.

But after months of trying, he did it. he can pronounce it correctly and even can spell it. He always shows it in front of her brother to show it and get to his skin because her brother cannot spell it so fast like him. All the thoughts that run in his head make him drift to sleep.

****

When (Y/N) tries to release herself from her husband's grip, Bradley tightens his grip on her hips.

"Bradley I have work to do" She whispered in his naked chest. Her voice croaked. She cleared her throat to make her voice normal again.

"No, you won't " he murmured in her hair and swung his legs to her hips so she was trapped between his body.

"Bradley..." she whined but Bradley closed his eyes and tightened his grip.

"Honey... you want to see my head got hung in front of Fightertown because I'm late for meeting with Admiral Simpson" Bradley shot his eyes open and stared at her. Her finger toyed lazily with his golden cross necklace. She lift his gaze and stared at Bradley's eyes and pouted slightly.

"Why'd you make it sound so scary. Now I'll have to think about that scary movie when the witch got beheaded" he groaned and bury his nose in her hair. His morning voice is husky and her mind begins to think about their last night activities.

"Because I'll get beheaded by him and you'll be forced to see me when I get to execute when you not released me now" she still toying with his necklace. He shift his eyes to meet her and stared at her lovingly.

"I'll just save you then. And killed Admiral Simpson" he stated and she raised her eyebrows at him.

"If you kill Admiral Simpson, one battalion gonna hunt you down and kill you" she pointed at his chest.

"And I'll just have to kill them all" he smiled and shift his body so she was underneath him. He leaned to kiss her. But (Y/N) raised her hand to his mouth to stop him. He raised his eyebrows at her with what she did.

"Morning breath, babe..." she uttered to him. But Bradley removed her hand from his mouth.

"I don't care.." Bradley leaned his head until their forehead touched.

"But I care..." she smiled at him.

"But I don't.." he smirks and kissed her lips. She just smiled and kiss him back. Bradley begins to trail kisses to her jaw, cheeks, and neck. She begins to giggle and squirm because his moustache tickles her neck.

"Bradley.. stop..." she giggles and squirm in his grip but Bradley just keeps kissing her neck and trailing down to her chest. When he begin his way down to kiss her breast she pull his head away and brought it to face her.

"No.." she exclaimed with a shake of her head. Bradley just groaned and bury his face in her neck.

"C'mon you big stud, move your ass" she slaps his arm but Bradley just wiggling his ass. She giggles at his antics.

"That's not what I mean" she let out a sigh. "Cmon babe, I have to visit Bob before I got to work." Bradley lift his head from her neck and looked at her.

"Bob got called too?" He asked her.

"I don't know. He text me last night and said he's already in town. That's why I have to visit him and find out why he's in town" she poke his nose and he crunches it. "Now move your ass before I move it myself"

"Try me..." He smirks at her.

"Bradley..." She groaned and give him her famous stern looked. Her brother and Bradley called it a 'mom's look'. Bradley then giggles and moves to his side of the bed.

She swung her legs to the floor and pull up her body to stand up. But when she stands up her legs are wobbly and she grabs a bedpost to steady herself. Bradley shifted so he laying on one side. He places his fist on his temple with his elbow supporting his head. He watched his naked wife standing beside the bed trying to steady herself because of their last night's activities.

"Oh.. am I wreck you sweetheart" Bradley sneered seeing her state.

"Shut up" she shot him a look and when her legs were steady enough she walked towards the bathroom not caring her naked body got roamed by her husband. She winced slightly when she walks.

"Can I join you, sweetheart.." Bradley called out to her still in his previous positions. His eyes followed her every move until she disappeared to the bathroom.

"No.." She shouts out from the bathroom. When she heard him scurry away from the bed, she lock the bathroom door. Bradley tries to open the door but it's already locked. He let out a groan and walked away from the bathroom.

****

(Y/N) poured the pancake batter into the hot pan. She shifts her gaze to the other pan and flips the bacon inside of it. The bacon let out a sizzle.

She flip the pancake in the previous pan when the pancake changed colour to dark brown on two sides, she removed it from the pan and place it on the stack of pancakes she make earlier. She poured the pancake batter again into the pan and waited until it cooked.

She flip the bacon again and waited until the bacon reduced its fat.

Bradley steps out of their shared bedroom, he spruces his shirt from the wrinkle on it. He wears an unbuttoned cream Hawaiian shirt with a grey pattern. A white tank top underneath it. He then wears blue jeans to finish his look.

A towel still hanging on his neck, he walks towards the kitchen with his hand still rubbing his wet hair with the towel. He saw his wife cooking and walk towards her.

"Mhmm... smells good in here" he then places a kiss on her cheeks. She blush and smiled at her husband's affection.

Bradley stood beside her and grab two mugs from the cupboard, he filled the mugs with coffees. He grabs the slices of bacon on the plate beside his wife and places them in his mouth. He grab the mug and brought it to the pantry table with a slice of bacon hanging in his mouth. He sits down in the chair and begins to munch the bacon in his mouth.

(Y/N) turn around and just shakes her head seeing his husband's shenanigans in the morning.

She then placed a stack of pancakes with a side of bacon in front of her husband. The pantry table was already filled with cutlery in their box, butter on a wooden plate with a wooden lid, and a bottle of maple syrup. Bradley sips his coffee and eyes the pancakes that slide in front of him with wide eyes.

"You're eyes are gonna pop out, if you keep eyeing them like that babe" she commented at Bradley action.

Bradley placed his coffee in the pantry and grab the cutlery in front of him. He slice the butter and place it in his pancakes, he then poured them with maple syrup. He cut a piece of pancake and spread butter on them. He then picks them up with a fork. He brought the pancake to his mouth and he closed his eyes and moaned with the taste.

"Ohh I miss this thing" his voiced muffled by the pancake in his mouth. He then cut the bacon and place it in his mouth. He moaned again and chew the food in his mouth.

(Y/N) just chuckle seeing her husband, she missed their morning together like this. She saw her husband eating his breakfast with such passion while she sips her coffee. When she finished her coffee, she place her mug in the sink and walked toward her husband and stood beside him. Bradley still hasn't finished his food because when he eats a piece of them he'll moan and chew it slowly.

"I better finished getting ready and visit Bob" she announced to Bradley who still closed his eyes and chew the food. He opens his eyes and swallows the food in his mouth.

He looked at his wife's uniform, her shirt isn't tucked yet into her khaki trouser. Her hair wasn't styled yet in a neat bun.

"Wait, but I've never seen you eat your breakfast" he grab her hand to prevent her from leaving and nodded his head towards his plate.

"I don't feel like eating breakfast now babe" she waved her free hand at him.

"No no. You have to eat first before going to work" he pulls both her hands and places them on his lap.

"But I don't feel like it babe..." she whined at him. Bradley then cut a piece of pancake with bacon and pick them up with a fork.

"No, you have to eat this. Now open" he brought the fork to her mouth but she just shakes her head.

"The jet is coming.." he mimicked the jet sound and make a little wave with his hand towards her mouth. She scoffed but open her mouth to accept the food from Bradley.

"There we go.." she chews the food with smiles forming on her face. When he saw her swallow the food, he brought another one towards her mouth.

"Bradley, I'm gonna be late.." she whined trying to escape his grip. But Bradley just grabbed her hands and place them between his thighs to keep her from running away.

"Just one more. And you can go. My wife made this with love" he reassured her and brought the fork to her mouth. She accepts it and Bradley smiles proudly at her. He wiped the excess maple syrup in the corner of her mouth with his thumb. He brought his thumb to his mouth and suck the maple syrups in it.

"Sweet.." he winks at her. (Y/N) just rolled her eyes at him and swallow her food. When she turn around, Bradley tugged at her wrist and she turn around and raised her eyebrows at him.

"You forget something" She still raised her eyebrows at him waiting for him to elaborate on what she'd forgotten. Bradley just rolled his eyes and tugged her towards him until his face was in front of her. He kissed her lips and (Y/N) kiss him back. She placed her hand on Bradley's chest.

When he tries to deepen the kiss, she pulls away and looks at him with squinted eyes.

"Nice try, Rooster" she patted his chest and give him a peck on the lips.

She turn around and sway her hips when she walked away from him towards their shared bedroom.

Bradley just hung his head in defeat and let out a sigh. He then finished his breakfast that got abandoned because of his encounter with his wife.

*****

When she got to the garage, Bradley is working on his car. His Hawaiian shirt is off and he just wearing a white tank top underneath it. His muscles flexed every time he move his arms. Baby Blue by Badfinger played in portable speakers he placed it on the shelf. Bradley bends over to examine the engine. He sings along with the lyrics.

"The special love I have for you

My baby blue

All those days became so long

Did you think I'd do you wrong?"

"What happen to your baby blue?" she announced her presence in the garage. Bradley shifts his head towards his wife from underneath the car hood.

"She just needs special love from me. Because I've never touch her for a month" he wink at (Y/N) and gave her a cheeky smirk.

She just chuckles at her husband and clicks her car keys. The beeping sound makes Bradley lift his head from a car hood. He smirks and checks out his wife who still rummaging through her bag searching for something. When she pulled out her phone from her bag, she saw Bradley smirking down at her and eyeing her up and down.

"What're you doing there my lovely husband" she purred and gives him a cheeky smirk

"Just checking out my sexy hot wife" He replied with a cheeky smirk too. She just rolled her eyes and open the driver's seat, but Bradley called her.

"Where's my 'start the day' kiss" he pointed out. She stared at him with raised eyebrows and give him a scoff.

"You know, you're a really big stud, Rooster" she smiled and shook her head at him.

"Oh, you've no idea honey. Now come here and give your husband a big kiss" he opens his arm waiting for her to embrace him. She just smiled and walked toward him. She placed her hand on his chest and Bradley leaned down to kiss her. She smiled and kissed him back. They pulled away and Bradley planted a kiss on her forehead and tightened her grip on her.

"I love you" his voice mumbled on her forehead.

"I love you too" she murmured in his chest.

After a few seconds, she pulled away. "Okay, I better get going" she stared at her and give him a peck on his lips. Rooster smacks her butt when she turns around. She gasps and looks from her shoulder to him. Rooster just gives her a cheeky smirk and wink.

She climbed into the driver's seat and started her car. When she pulled away from the garage she stopped at the curb and pulled down her window to send Bradley a goodbye kiss and wave at him. She begins to drive away from her house and gives a honk with a wave when she passes Mrs MccClelland who sits in front of her yard watering her plants.

*****

(Y/N) pull up in one of the Condo in San Diego. The Condo is painted in bright yellow colour. She climb out from the driver's seat and placed her aviator to covered her eyes from the sunlight of San Diego. She examined the Condo and walked towards the front door. She knocks and heard someone call out for her to just get inside the house.

She open the door and heard the noise from the kitchen. She walked toward the kitchen and saw a man younger than her wearing a white undershirt, white aviator glasses, and khaki trousers standing in front of the round table with a box of cereal in his hand.

She removed her aviator and place it in her chest pocket. She stared at him with a stern expression, head tilted down a bit, arms folded in her chest, and eyebrows raised. A 'mom's look' they called it.

"Uh...Hi sis" he stuttered and give her a small wave. She sigh and walked toward him.

" A Cereal Bob? What are you? Seven?" Bob just rolled his eyes and sit down in the chair. Before Bob have a chance to eat his cereal, (Y/N) grab the bowl and poured the cereal into the sink with milk on it.

"That's my breakfast, you birdbrain. Why'd you throw it!" He cried at her and pointed to the sink.

"Because you need real food, fart face. Not that kind of food" she sneered and opens his fridge but found nothing inside of it. Just a cartoon of milk and eggs on the fridge door.

She furrowed her eyebrows saw his fridge stated. She turns to him, the fridge door still open and her hand resting on it.

"Where's your food" she pointed to the fridge. Bob let out a sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. He let out a breath from her mouth try to calm himself down with his sister demeanour in the morning.

"I just got here last night dumb ask. Of course, I don't have any food" He glared at her. She let out an 'ohh'.

"No need to get rude, Jackass" she rolled her eyes at him

She then grabbed three eggs from the fridge and bring them to his kitchen to make him an omelette.

Bob let out a sigh and sit down in his chair. They always like this when they meet. People maybe know them as the Sweet Bob or Lovely (Y/N), but for Bob, she's a dumb ass and for (Y/N) he's a Jack ass. When they're in the same room, they'll in each other throats one minute they got together. As any Siblings always do, even though they'd always argue and try to kill each other, when they were apart they always ask about each other to their parents or their closest people. Because whatever happens, they'll always become a family.

(Y/N) rummaging through his cupboard and drawer trying to find utensils to make an omelette. But just find a fork and a pan. When she can't find something she asked Bob.

"Where's your bowl," she asked him when he can't find the bowl anywhere.

"Cupboard first shelf on your right " he answered without looking at her. He opened the Cereal box on the table and eat it while he waits for her sister to make him an omelette.

"Don't you have a husband to bother or something?" he asked her with a mouth full of cereal in a slothful tone. He swallowed and shoved another cereal into his mouth.

She turn around and face Bob.

"I already bother him. I even screw him all night" she smirk and wink at him. she then back to her job to cracked the eggs and poured them into the bowl. Bob let out a gagging noise and gives her a disgusted look.

"Don't you have a worked to do?" He asked with raised eyebrows. When she heard a word of worked she freeze. She stopped whipping the eggs and lifted her wrist to see her watch.

Bob still munching his cereal and heard his sister shout.

"Oh shit. Simpson gonna murder me" she washes her hand and kisses Bob on the cheek. She rushed to the front door and begin to run towards her car. Bob was stunned and see behind him the eggs still not cooked yet.

"Hey!! What about my omelette" Bob called out from the kitchen but her sister had already driven away. Bob just let out an annoyed sigh and continue to eat his Cereal from their box.

*****

When she arrived at the Pacific Fleet, she walked directly towards the meetings room. When she arrived, they'll already sit in their Chair. Admiral Simpson sits at the head of the table, Admiral Bates at his right. Thomas waved at her and pointed to the seat beside him that was placed on Admiral Simpson's left. She let out a sigh and walked toward them. When she sat down, Admiral Simpson shot her looked.

"You're late.." he stated

"Sorry sir, I'm overslept" She answered with pursed her lips. When Admiral Simpson wants to comment, a knocking sound on the door. One of the Warrant officers give them a salute before he spoke

"Sir, Captain Mitchell is here" He informed them

"Bring him in" Admiral Simpson nodded and adjust himself in his seat. The officer nodded and give them a salute before he walk away to call the person.

The door then opened and none other than Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell walked in through the room. Maverick looked around the room with a small smile. When his eyes dart to (Y/N) who sat beside Admiral Simpson, his smile dropped and frozes. (Y/N) just stared at him with a clenched jaw and stern look.

Thomas stared at Maverick with a jaw open like a fish. He stared at Maverick. A star-struck planted on his face.

"The living legend" He muttered to himself.

Admiral Simpson then cleared his throat to reduce the tension in the room. (Y/N) move her gaze from Maverick and relaxed her jaw. Thomas tries to collect himself from a star-struck. Maverick clear his throat and give Admiral Simpson a tight-lipped smile.

"Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell" Admiral Simpson opens the conversation. He emphasizes Pete's name. "Your fame precedes you," He said with a nod.

"Thank you, sir. " Maverick shifted a bit with his compliments.

"It wasn't a compliment." Maverick widened his eyes and give him a nod with a small smile.

"I'm Admiral Beau Simpson. I'm the air boss. I believe you know Admiral Bates." He pointed to Admiral Bates beside him.

"Warlock sir" Maverick nodded his head towards Admiral Bates. Bates gives him a stern look.

"This is Captain (Y/N) Floyd from Naval Information Warfare Systems Command. And beside her is Thomas Adderson, Civilian Contractor. He's Captain Floyd's assistant for this mission" Simpson pointed to (Y/N) and Thomas. (Y/N) give Maverick a nod which Maverick replies with a nod and pursed lips.

Thomas gives Maverick a wave, mouth slightly agape. Maverick smiled at him. Mavericks then cleared his throat to lessen the tension in his body.

"Well, I, sir, I must admit I wasn't expecting an invitation back to the base," Maverick declared, stuttering a bit and looking at Bates.

"These are called "orders", Maverick." Bates pointed out with a nod. "You two have something in common. Cyclone here was first in his class back in 88." Bates pointed with his hand to Simpson that sipped his coffee.

"Sir, I finished second, just wanted to manage expectations." Maverick gives them a smirk but faltered when he sees Simpson's tight-lipped smiles at his cocky-ness. (Y/N) just scoffed at Mavericks.

" let's get to The target" Bates clicked the tablet in front of him and an image of the water tank with a radioactive sign appeared on a projector in front of them. Maverick turn around to see the image. All of the eyes in the room begin to change their focus to the projector.

"Is an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant, built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. The uranium produced there represents a direct threat, to our allies in the region. The Pentagon has tasked us with assembling a strike team and taking it out before it becomes fully operational." The image changed to a mountain with a deep valley in the middle.

"The plant sits in an underground bunker at the end of the valley. Said valley is GPS jammed and defended by an extensive surface to our missile array, serving a limited number of fifth-generation fighters. which in turn are backed up by a plentiful reserve of surplus aircraft. even a few old F-14s." Maverick observed the image that appeared

"Seems we're not the only ones holding on to old relics," Simpson commented when he see the F-14 jets begin to be displayed.

"What's your read, Captain?" Bates finished the presentation with a question to Maverick. When (Y/N) want to talk, Simpson raises his hand to tell her to quiet down because he wants to know what Maverick plans and what he'll gonna do to execute the mission. Maverick still doesn't know he'll be a teacher in here, instead of the one who'll gonna fly.

(Y/N) pursed her lips and nodded. She rests her back again on the chair.

"Well, sir, normally, that'd be a cakewalk for the F35 stealth, but the GPS jamming negates that." Maverick pointed to the screen. "the surface area threat necessitates a low-level laser-guided strike, tailor-made for the F18, I figure. Two precision bombs, minimum, make it four aircraft, flying in pairs." Maverick then pointed on a circle around the mountain. Simpson and Bates shared a look at (Y/N) but she just give them a shrug and played with her pen in her hand.

"That is one hell of a steep climbing out there, exposing it all the surfaced air missiles, and if you survive that, it's a dog fight all the way home." He pointed to the side of the mountain with a small shrug like it was something in common with the mission he always does.

"All requirements for which you have real-world experience," Bates stated to Maverick

"Not the same mission, sir. " Maverick commented. "No." He turns around to look at Bates then shifts his gaze back to the screen. "No, someone is not coming back from this." He looked at the screen. Simpson looked at (Y/N).

"40% like I said" she mouthed to Simpson. Simpson shifts his gaze back to Maverick.

"Can it be done or not." He asked Maverick. Maverick looked at him and examined the screen again.

"How soon before the plan becomes operational?" He asked Simpson. But instead of Simpson answering him, another person chimed.

"Aa... Three weeks. Maybe less." Thomas chimed with a small shrug. Maverick looked at him with raised eyebrows. Maverick then turn his gaze towards Simpson for confirmation. Simpson just nodded his head.

"Well, it's been a while since I had flown an F18, and I'm not sure who I trust to fly with But, I'll find a way to make it work." Maverick gives them a small shrug of his shoulder.

"I think you misunderstand, Captain." (Y/N) who was quiet in this entire meeting open her mouth and commented at Maverick. They locked eye contact, but Maverick shifted his gaze to Simpson for clarification.

"Sir?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"We don't want you to fly. We want you to teach." He stated at Maverick

"To teach?" Maverick asked confused. Simpson turns his gaze to Thomas. Thomas then clicked the tablet in his hand and twelve photos of the Naval Pilot appeared on the screen.

"Uh... We recalled 12 Top Gun graduates, from their squadrons. We want you to narrow that pool down to six. They'll fly the mission." Thomas clarifies to Maverick.

"Is there a problem, Captain?" Simpson asked when he see Maverick widen his eyes at Bradley's photo. Maverick then shift his gaze to (Y/N) looking for confirmation but she just avoided eye contact with him. She looked down at her lap. Maverick then closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

"You know there is. Sir." He uttered at Simpson. Thomas clicked on Bradley's name then his profile appeared on the screen.

"Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster. I understand you used to fly with his old man. What was his call sign?" Simpson asked Maverick.

"Goose, sir," Maverick answered still looking at Bradley's profile.

"Tragic what happened. Captain Mitchell was cleared of any wrongdoing. Goose's death was an accident." Bates declared.

"Is that how you see it, Captain? Is that how Goose's son sees it?" Heard what Simpson asked Maverick, (Y/N) shot him a look. When she opened her mouth to comment on what Simpson just said, Bates raised his palm and shakes his head to tell her to quiet. (Y/N) let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arm in her chest. She's fuming at her seat because of what'd just Simpson said about Goose.

Maverick eyed Simpson and looked at him with a clenched jaw. "With all due respect, sir, I'm not a teacher." He said sternly to Simpson.

"You were a Top Gun instructor before," Simpson uttered to him.

"That was almost thirty years ago and I lasted two months. It's not where I belong." Maverick said it firmly.

"Well, let me be perfectly blunt. You were not my first choice. You weren't even on the list. You were here at the request of Admiral Kazansky. Now, Iceman happens to be a man a deeply admire." Simpson leaned slightly to the table. He rests his arms on the table

"He seems to think that you have something left to offer the navy. Well, that's what I can't imagine." He stared at Maverick.

"You don't have to take this job. But let me be clear. This will be your last post, Captain. You fly for Top Gun, or you don't fly for the navy ever again." He stated it firmly to Maverick. Maverick just stared at him deeply in thoughts. He shift his gaze to (Y/N) who still avoided eye contact with him.

****

After the meeting is over. Simpson dismissed all of them. (Y/N) stand up and storm out of the meetings room with Maverick hot in his trail.

Maverick called out her but she ignored him and walk faster to her office. Maverick caught her wrist and they stopped in the hallway. Maverick turned her body to face him.

"Why did you allow him to join this mission?" Maverick looked into her eyes but (Y/N) just avoided eye contact with him. When she try to escaped Maverick grasp, but Maverick don't budge. She looked at Maverick eyes.

(Y/N) locked eyes with Maverick. She saw the glitz and blink her eyes several times. When she opened her eyes, she and Maverick were no longer at Pacific Fleet. They're in the open field, Maverick have blood trailing down in his temple. Maverick murmurings a reassurance at her. 'We're gonna be okay, 'stay with me' she can hear it in her ears.

"No..." she muttered to herself and blink several times. When she opened her eyes, they were back at Pacific Fleet. Maverick still looking at her waiting for her answer.

"Let me go, Maverick.." she muttered. Maverick saw her breathing heavily and released her wrist.

But when he released it, she walked away from him. Maverick let out groans and followed her. He caught her before she entered her office. (Y/N) shot him glared annoyed.

"Why are you including him in this. You know he's not ready for this (Y/N)" he said sternly. She glared at him and removed his hand from her wrist.

"You think I'll send my husband to his grave, Maverick? You think I want that?" She growled at him. "You think I can just pull him out from this mission and sent him home?"

" I'm not the Almighty Maverick Mitchell that can do whatever the fuck he wants in here" she open his arms and motioned her surrounding. She said it with gritted teeth. "If you want to pull him out from this mission I'll be very grateful you do that" She scoffed and nodded at him.

She saw a stunned looked in Maverick face, she know what she said to Maverick hurt him. But she just can't refrain herself at how Maverick accused her like that.

She then took a deep breath and exhale it from her mouth.

"Nobody is ready for this mission Maverick. Neither am I" she said softly this time with a slight shake of her head. She stared at Maverick one last time and open the glass door, she step inside and closed the door.

She saw Maverick through the glass door. Even when the glass door is blurred with some of the white stickers that'll make you possible to see through the office. she still can make it, that Maverick still standing in front of her office with a resigned face.

***

Maverick stared at the closed glass door and let out a sigh. He turn around and walked away from her office. He needs to clear his mind from this.

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peculiar prompt (if the spirit moves you): Draco's been cursed — whenever he talks, it just sounds like *incoherent kazoo noises* enter Harry Potter — secret kazoo interpreter, who also gets off to the sound of unpleasant instruments (this is canon, btw. it just wasn't mentioned in the books bc it wasn't relevant to the plot)

They’re In Kazoots

Draco slumped in his hospital bed and sighed, but it sounded like a pile of rubber chickens being sat on.

Hermione reviewed his chart and tried to ignore her mediwitch mentor looking over her shoulder.  If she couldn’t figure it out soon, she was going to have to admit defeat, and doing so would hurt her next evaluation.

Nurse Racket harrumphed.  “Gawain said it happened during training,” she said crisply.  “So we can rule out dark magic.  But certainly rule in stupidity.”

Hermione tried to ignore that her mentor was on a first name basis with the director of the DMLE.

Draco pointed at Nurse Racket and honked a single discordant syllable.  

“Robards?” Hermione asked.  “Should we contact him?”

Draco shook his head to the tune of, “HROO HROO HROO,” then held a hand level and lowered it.

“Not Robards,” Hermione said.  “Someone lower down.”

Draco nodded silently, then made circles with his thumbs and forefingers and held them over his eyes like glasses.

“Oh,” Hermione said with finality.  “Harry?”

Draco crossed his arms and let out a disdainful, “Hwoo.”

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It took an hour and a half for Harry to show up at St Mungo’s, and his hair was a little on fire when he did.  The Auror unit smelled like a hair dryer from 1988 after he'd walked down the hall to Draco’s room.

Draco waved a flippant hand at Harry’s smoldering look and said, “Hroo-hoo-hoo, ha-hoo.”

Harry rolled his eyes and patted his still-smoking hair.  “Sorry.  The tourney brackets got lop-sided, and I filled in.”

Draco let loose in a barrage of honks and hoots that sounded like a flock of geese stuck in a pipe organ.  Hermione backed away in horror.

Harry held his hands up in self-defense.  “I’m sorry!  I didn’t know it wouldn’t wear off.”

Draco grumbled a “HOO-hoo” that sounded suspiciously like “tosser.”

“Wait,” Hermione said.  “You can understand him?”

Harry blinked at her for a long moment.  He still reeked of burning hair.  “Yeah,” he said, and the duh was implied.  “Parseltongue.”  He pointed at himself.  “Remember?”

Hermione and Nurse Racket exhanged baffled glances, then looked at Draco.  He somehow honked, “Duh,” rather clearly.

Nurse Racket shook her head and turned around and muttered something about having a word with Gawain on the way out of the room.  Hermione suspected that word would be short, curt, and start with an F.

“But how would Parseltongue-”

Draco hooted softly under his breath and held two cupped hands out lewdly.

Harry frowned at him and shook his head.  “That’s not very nice.”

Draco honked something high and flutey as he groped an imaginary bum.

“Neither is that.”

Draco rolled his eyes and let out a warbling, sarcastic squawk, hands on his hips, sneering at Nurse Racket’s arse the whole time.

Harry turned pink while Hermione watched.  “What’s he saying?”

Harry shook his head and turned even pinker.  “Doesn’t matter.”

Draco’s polyphonic clatter sounded suspiciously like Baby Got Back, and if Hermione didn’t know better, Harry snort-laughed somewhere around the anaconda line.

“I’m gonna-” Harry struggled to hold back another laugh. “I’m just gonna take him home until this wears off.”

Draco winked and let out a low, crooning honk, like a gangly aquatic bird during mating season.  Harry cleared his throat, then glared at him.  Draco did it again.  Harry adjusted his trousers.

She closed his chart and decided she didn’t care if this case counted against her record or not.  It wasn’t worth the marks to watch her best friend flirt with a kazoo-voiced lover.  A brief, unwelcome thought as to what the sex would sound like made her shudder.

Draco squeaked and winked at Harry.

“Yeah…” Hermione said slowly.  “He’s all yours.”

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