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chaosandbubbles · 11 months

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Jason's Panic Attack // Jason Kolchek Oneshot

Jason Kolchek X Female Reader

A/N: Okay this one is still one of my favorite things that I have ever written and I am very proud too announce that I have added an embarrassing amount of smut to the end of this that wasn't there before, so, if anybody dares to read this, I hope that you enjoy it! Again, this is a repost and I used to post under yellowroseskolchek before I invaded her body and now we post here so anyways. Don't steal our stuff, she gets kinda cranky when that happens and it makes me gassy.

WARNINGS AND TAGS: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, panic attacks, seemingly unrequited love, reader and Jason are best friends, roommate!Eric, unhealthy sleep habits, graphic depictions of anxiety, canon-typical violence, jealous!Jason, oblivious!Jason, graphic depictions of PTSD, brotherly-vibes!Eric, self-deprecating!reader, depression, paramedic!Jason(and don't get me fucking started on how HOT that is?!), anti-Rachel this time I'm really sorry, no really she is awful, if you're a Rachel fan run away right now this is not the fic for you, mentions of a previously infected!reader, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, guns, past flashbacks, Jason is sort of an idiot, self-sabotaging reader, oh yeah and swearing lol, defensive!Jason, men being idiots, mentions of divorce and cheating, love confessions, making out, hickeys, lingerie, breast sucking, fingering, orgasms, oral sex male receiving, blowjob, shower sex

Word Count: 12.4k yes i know sue me lol

Jason Masterlist, Main Masterlist

YOU were waking up in Jason’s bed, again.

And not in the fun way.

You groaned as you rolled over, off of Jason’s arm that was underneath your neck. You sat up, staring down at Jason—whose eyes were already looking up at you—and you returned his gaze with a soft smile on your face. He sat up, too, and you noticed that his eyes were bloodshot, like he hadn’t slept all night long.

He probably hadn’t; every time you ended up here in his bed, he stayed up all night to make sure you were alright. And it seemed to be happening more and more often these days—the nightmares, that is—and then you ended up taking the elevator up the five floors to the boy’s apartment, staring at their front door as you took a deep breath and gathered up the courage to dial Jason’s number.

Not like it was hard; you had it memorized, and even if you didn’t, he was your emergency contact. No, that wasn’t the hard part; the hard part was knowing that he’d answer midway through the very first ring, his voice sleepy but frantic as he made sure that you were alright. He’d ask if you were at the door, and if you needed to come in—even though he already knew that you were. The hard part was knowing that he did all of this—that he always let you in, that he always held you and made the nightmares go away, staying awake to keep watch over you all night long—yes, the hard part was watching him care for you whilst knowing with every fiber of your being that he would never love you.

Not in the way that you loved him.

He’d been treating you like his little sister since you’d met him on your first day at base in Iraq—three years ago, now. You’d walked through the doors of Camp Slayer with nothing but an anxious look on your face and in your eyes; earning you the nickname that Jason still used to this day. Panic Attack.

“Hey, what’s the matter with you? You’re lookin’ a little jumpy darlin’,” he’d chuckled, leaning against the pillars once you’d entered the hall. He hadn’t been First Lieutenant, then—he’d earn that title a short three months later—and he walked over to you, cocking an eyebrow as he stared down at your anxiety-ridden face. “Y’alright there, princess? Ain’t ever been to war before?”

You snarled at that, your anxiety melting away as you turned your anger onto him.

“Don’t call me princess,” you’d threatened, tilting your chin up defiantly, although your hands were still shaking. “And I’m plenty capable of doing anything that you can do.”

Jason had smiled brightly, his eyes gleaming at your words as he chuckled, shaking his head as he drew nearer to you. He shrugged, leaning his hand against the pillar right above your head as he leaned down over to you, nose-to-nose.

“Ain’t no doubt about that, Panic Attack,” he retorted, and although the nickname had made your blood boil at the time, it had quickly and pathetically become your favorite term of endearment. “Just makin’ note of how jumpy you are. You always like this?”

“No.” That had been a lie, and Jason had learned that rather quickly; anytime something new, noteworthy, or terrifying had come up, you panicked, becoming a blubbering mess of sweat, angst, and tears on the floor.

Usually his floor, and so, ‘Panic Attack’ had stuck—but despite your enthralling woes of anxiety, even Jason couldn’t deny how badass you were in the throes of actual battle.

Jason’s little quips—his nicknames, his protectiveness over you, his way of seemingly always searching a room and finding you—had caught up to you, eventually. Everyone on base knew that you were his best friend, and that he was yours; but it had rapidly become more than that for you only a year after knowing him. And, in the two years that you’d been actively in love with him, he showed no signs that he felt anything for you beyond a friendship. Not even after what happened—a year ago. Down in those motherfucking caves…

You felt a shudder ripple through your body as you tore yourself out of past events and into the present where you were still safely sitting in Jason’s bed. At your visible discomfort, he sat up quickly too, eyes full of concern and quickly scanning over you for any injuries he may have missed before.

“Y/n? Y’alright there, darlin’?” You nodded, stretching out your arms above your head and noting the time on his alarm clock. 11:50 a.m.; you blanched.

“Shit—is that the time?” You screeched, rushing out of bed and bursting out of the bedroom, hurrying to the bathroom—where you kept a stash of your own personal shower stuff, which was okay with Jason but a nuisance to his roommate and your mutual friend, Eric. “Oh, fuck me! My shift starts in thirty minutes, fuck!”

“Whoa there Panic Attack, calm down,” Jason assured, rushing after you and beating you to the bathroom, blocking the door so that you couldn’t get in. “You’re not gonna be late to work. I’ll go grab the clothes from your apartment and then I’ll drive you over, alright? Crisis averted.” He booped you on the nose with his finger as he smirked and you pouted, allowing him to wrap his arms around your tiny frame as he pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back and resting his chin on the top of your head.

You closed your eyes as you rested your ear against his heart, listening to his heartbeat and allowing it to steady you with a sigh. “No, you’re not,” you argued, pulling out of his embrace and pinching him in the ribs where you knew that he was sensitive, successfully jolting him away from the bathroom door. “You are going to go back to sleep, because you didn’t get any last night—and don’t lie and tell me that you did, because your eyes are bloodshot right now, Jase.”

Jason’s mouth rapidly opened and then closed again as he realized that it was futile to argue with you, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m fine, Y/n,” he insisted, but as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, he yawned. His face turned red in a beautiful spread of blush across his cheeks and you held in a dreamy sigh at the sight, feeling pathetic enough already. “Alright, so—maybe I’m just a little bit tired. But I can still—”

“Save your breath, Lieutenant,” Eric’s voice floated into the room, and soon enough, you saw his form walk in from behind Jason, his blonde hair messed in some severe bedhead and wearing nothing but flannel pajama pants loosely tied around his waist. The sight did nothing to you—you only had eyes for Jason—but you noticed that Eric’s presence seemed to set Jason on edge. You didn’t know why; since Eric and Jason had teamed up down in the caves, they’d become a strange sort of friends. You couldn’t think of a single reason that Jason would be upset with him. “I’ll drive Y/n to work. Go back to bed.”

“That won’t be necessary, Colonel,” Jason responded through gritted teeth and you rolled your eyes; partly because of Jason’s stubbornness, and partly because the two men still refused to call each other anything but their previous ranks. And you’d all been honorably discharged from the military, permanently, a year ago. “Y/n and I have a routine—”

“Yeah, yeah, but I’m her friend too,” Eric interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I can drive just as well as you can, Lieutenant. Better, probably, seeing as you got maybe one hour of sleep last night. Are you willing to risk Y/n’s life just because you want to drive her to work?”

“Fuckin’ dammit Colonel, I ain’t riskin’ her life—and can’t you put on a fuckin’ shirt or somethin’?!”

“Guys, shut up,” you interrupted, pressing two fingers to your temples and shaking your head. “You two are being ridiculous; Jason, Eric will drive me to work.”

“What? No—!”

“You need to sleep, and I’ll come over straight after,” You continued speaking, shooting your favorite man a glare. “Okay? We can watch a movie tonight, and then I’ll go sleep in my own bed so you can not be a walking zombie at work. Alright?”

Jason grumbled something that sounded like a forced agreement, but his second yawn interrupted whatever tirade he was about to go on. Pressing a small kiss to his cheek—not uncommon for the two of you, platonically—you beckoned him to his bed and then hurriedly hopped into the shower.

You allowed the scorching hot water to heal your anxieties for far longer than you should have, considering the fact that you were already running late for work today. When you finally did get out of the shower, you took a minute to stare at your reflection in the mirror.

The bags that always seemed to linger under your eyes were the first thing that you saw and, just like it always did, it made you wince; it had been a year ago yesterday since you’d all fallen down those fucking caves and you were still having nightmares every single night.

Most nights you could deal with it on your own; you would simply stay up, watch a happy movie and chow down on some popcorn and drink chamomile tea, trying to manifest a peaceful sleep back into your life (to no avail). Usually, those nights were the milder nightmares; the raid, falling down the caves for the first time, escaping Dar—the things that you’d felt hope in.

The nights that you couldn’t handle it yourself—the nights that had you outside of Jason’s apartment, begging to be let in—those were the heavy stuff. Jason, getting dragged down a hallway by a vampire; Jason, going after Salim and leaving you behind—Jason, pleading for your life once he’d found out you were infected by one of them, only mere hours after he’d ruthlessly shot Clarice—

That one. Fuck, that one always got to you the most and you always found yourself wondering why he’d done it. Why did he plead for your life? The two of you were close, yes, you had been each other’s right hands at this point but—why was he okay with taking the risk with you and not with Clarice? Why was he willing to risk not only his life, but the life of the team for you—and not for Clarice?

You’d never asked him because, frankly, you were terrified of the answer. You wondered if he regretted it at all; clearly you were here, and you were fine, but it was not without side effects. The nightmares, for one thing; and he dealt with that directly. Every time you ended up in his bed, in his arms, desperately seeking the comfort that only he could seem to bring you, he didn’t sleep. His sleep habits were as shitty as yours were now, and he was doing it all for you. Because he knew that you needed him.

But you knew that one day, he would meet somebody else who would need him. And he would love her, and he would choose her over you, because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you love somebody. And you would be left behind in the dust, never sleeping, holding yourself together through every nightmare and wishing that you were her.

Not because you needed Jason to face the nightmares, no; but because you loved him. Why wouldn’t you love him? There was literally nothing about him that you couldn’t love. Jason was loyal, he was kind, he was funny, he was sexy, he was caring, he was—everything.

Fuck, he was your everything.

With a groan, you threw your towel bitterly at your reflection, noticing that Jason had wandered in at some point and hung your work clothes on the back of the door where you’d originally gotten your towel. Since you spent a decent amount of nights here, you had a designated towel and a place to hang your towel, and you never bothered to lock the door when you were in the shower. Neither boy really had much company—except for Eric’s new girlfriend, Shanae—and you knew that neither one of them would ever walk in on you intentionally. Eric had adopted you as a sister of sorts, and Jason—well, you knew where you stood with him.

You hurriedly got dressed in your black shirt and black dress pants, your bright orange apron with the company’s logo stretched across it coming next. You put your hair back in your favorite way to look cute and keep it out of your face, throwing on a tiny bit of mascara and lip gloss that you’d kept stashed in the boy’s bathroom for exactly this occasion.

You cracked open the door to the bathroom to find Eric fully dressed, sitting on the couch and waiting for you with a book in his hands. When he saw you, he smiled, closing his book and walking over to ruffle your hair.

“Hey!” You protested, pulling away with a pout and shoving him away. “I just did that, you asshole!” Eric chuckled lightly, tossing a look towards Jason’s bedroom door, which was left open. The man himself was passed out haphazardly across his bed over the tossed covers, his eyes shut tight and mouth open as he slept. You smiled at the sight, wishing you could crawl back into bed and hold him while he slept—knowing that you couldn’t now, and that you probably couldn’t ever.

You swallowed a gulp, following Eric out of the building and to his car with just the slightest twinge of sadness, a feeling that you knew all too well. You felt it every time you left Jason’s bed, and every time, you promised that you’d stop doing this to yourself. Stop putting yourself in this situation, stop allowing yourself to be hurt over and over with your own motherfucking idiocy.

“So,” Eric’s voice cut through your thoughts, holding the passenger door open for you and helping you in. When he rounded to the other side of the car, he continued his thought. “The silence here is very telling, Private.”

“Oh my g—just call me by my name already Eric,” you groaned, laying your head on the window and shutting your eyes against your impending headache. “I haven’t been a Marine in a year, and you haven’t been in the Air Force either. Don’t you think it’s about time to let it go?”

“Maybe,” Eric replied with a nonchalant air to his words, and you were certain that if you were looking at him he would have shrugged. “Y/n, I like to think we have a close relationship, so I’m just going to get straight to the point. You need to tell Jason how you feel about him.”

Your heart stopped—your head was spinning, and you suddenly felt like throwing up. Your eyes opened just as quickly as they’d been shut and you whipped your head over to Eric, whose face was conflictingly blank in opposition with his words.

“How did you—I mean I—I don’t—”

“Y/n, this conversation will be a whole lot easier if you don’t deny that you’re in love with him,” Eric interrupted, turning over to you quickly and quirking an eyebrow. You opened your mouth to protest again, before realizing that it was useless. He could see right through you—as you assumed most everyone could.

“I can’t tell him,” you said instead, pulling your eyes away from Eric and out of your window instead, watching the cars on the freeway zipping by. “He doesn’t—he doesn’t feel the same way. And besides, what’s wrong with the way that things are now, anyway? Why do I have to tell him? We’re both happy with the way that things are.”

Eric was sullen and quiet, not unusually for him, and finally, after several minutes, he sighed heavily.

“I can’t tell you what Jason feels,” Eric spoke, his words sounding clear and calculated. “I don’t know exactly where he stands, Y/n. But I do know that what he feels for you is something deeper than a simple friendship, and I think you know it, too. Who does all that he does for someone that they only see as a friend?”

“But—”

“Either way, even if he doesn’t feel the same way about you, you need to know, Y/n,” Eric continued, shooting you a sharp glare, as if you’d just interrupted someone with a higher rank than you—like you were both back in the military. “I just think that if you keep on going like this, you’re only going to get your heart broken. Wouldn’t you rather know and not continue to waste your time if he doesn’t love you back?”

“No,” you answered immediately, clicking your seatbelt and watching the strap snap away in front of you as it came undone, staring at the coffee shop in front of you. The same damn place you hadn’t seemed to be able to break away from for a year. “No, I wouldn’t rather ‘quit wasting my time’, Eric; I’d rather have Jason in any way that I can. Even if it’s just as a friend. Even if it actually fucking kills me.”

“Y/n,” Eric demanded, grabbing your hand, his brown eyes wide and incredulous. “You’re scaring me; between this self-destructive behavior with Jason, and your nightmares, and you’ve been losing weight—I’m worried about you; we’re all worried about you. Me, Shanae, I even talked to fucking Nick and you know how much I hate that pri—”

“Well you know what?” You snapped, retracting your hand harshly out of his grip. “All of you should just stop worrying, okay? I have everything under control. I may be younger than you, Eric, but I am still an adult, alright? I can control myself, and I know what I’m doing—okay? So just—just—just stop!”

You exited the car without another word, slamming the door behind you and wiping tears away from your eyes as you hurried into the coffee shop.

Fuck this day.

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The day went by so slowly that time felt like it was literally dragging you behind it. You couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation with Eric, or the way that Jason had looked this morning when you left; exhausted. Utterly, and completely exhausted. And you couldn’t help but think: maybe he wasn’t just exhausted from lack of sleep, but maybe he was truly getting tired of you needing him all the time. Maybe Jason was finally hitting his limit.

You put on a brave face and a smile whilst at work, but inside you were crying out for help. You knew that Eric was right; you hadn’t been taking proper care of yourself, and you were dragging Jason down with you.

You knew that Jason didn’t have work today—he worked as a paramedic, and you didn’t want to talk about how fucking hot that was—and you found yourself absentmindedly wondering what he’d be doing instead. Would he go to your favorite bar? Would he meet a girl there? And, more importantly, had he met a girl there before?

You groaned again, hanging your apron up behind the counter so you didn’t accidentally take it home again. You hurried out of the shop after you’d clocked out, unwinding your hair from its tie and letting it run free. Your eyes brightened when you saw Jason’s large, white pickup truck sitting in the parking lot, the man himself leaning against the back of his seat and listening to something country and way too loud.

You grinned, thankful that he’d come to pick you up instead of Eric, and hurried over to the passenger-side door, throwing it open and throwing yourself inside. Jason jumped, obviously not having seen you exit the building, but he smiled widely when he caught sight of you.

“Hey,” Jason greeted, reaching out to gently stroke a strand of hair and causing a murmur in your fucking heartbeat. “How was your day darlin’? Not too busy?”

“Pretty standard,” you sighed, smiling fondly at Jason’s soft face when he looked away to pull out of the parking lot. You found yourself staring at him and not out of the window like you had this morning with Eric, and you swallowed down a dreamy sigh at just how perfectly beautiful the man was. “How was yours? Did you get some rest?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes, I did, but you know that I wouldn’t have minded drivin’ you to work, right? I never mind, Y/n. Gives me some extra time with you.”

His words made you flush, and a shiver ran down your spine; you often wondered how Jason could say things like this and not feel anything for you other than a basic friendship. You wondered if he knew what he was doing to you, or if he was, hopefully, more oblivious than the rest of your friends.

“You needed the rest,” you insisted, licking your thumb and wiping a stray coffee stain off of his chin. He flushed, but he let you do it, not even stiffening at the touch of your hand. “Eric driving me just once didn’t hurt anything, Jason. Besides, he’s my friend too.”

“Yeah, but it’s different,” Jason argued, his chin hardset and defiant. You raised an eyebrow, a little scoff leaving your mouth at the man’s stubbornness—which, you had to admit, was very in character for him.

“How is it different, Jason?” You responded, arms crossed over your chest as you demanded an answer. “Because I haven’t known him as long? That doesn’t mean anything, Jason.”

“The hell it doesn’t!” Jason pushed, eyes wide and incredulous as he looked back at you for just a split second before turning his attention back to the road. “Besides, it ain’t just that, Y/n. You spend more time with me, we’re…better friends.”

“Jason, he drove me to work,” you chuckled, unsure of why Jason was so jealous of Eric driving you to work, once. “It’s not like we did movie night without you, or went to our favorite bar or something. You know I only do those things with you.” And you know I’d continue to only want to do those things with you, too. Because I fucking love you, you dipshit.

“But you chose him to drive you to work, over me.”

You rolled your eyes; for somebody who didn’t feel anything for you, he certainly got insanely jealous and protective over you to the point that you wondered if you were the oblivious one.

“Jason—trust me when I say I would have preferred you to drive me to work, okay? I chose Eric because you spent the entire night watching over me instead of sleeping,” you explained, working your way out of your seatbelt and worming your arm through his, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re still my favorite person in the whole world, rest assured.”

You took a peek up at Jason’s face, noticing a small smile was pulling at the corner of his lips. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes once more, extending your legs and resting them on his lap as he parked in his favorite parking spot in your complex. Jason shut off his truck and turned to you, chuckling when you unbuckled his belt for him and cuddled you into his side, the two of you delaying the walk upstairs by staying in the truck for a beat too long.

“Did he at least put on a fuckin’ shirt when he drove you?” Jason asked and you laughed out loud, shaking your head in incredulity.

“Obviously, Jason, rest assured Eric was wearing a shirt when he went out in public.” Jason didn’t respond, and you felt your eyes fluttering shut as he stroked your ribs with his fingers absentmindedly, your head under his and you struggling with the urge to reach up and kiss him.

“Nick’s comin’ into town tomorrow,” Jason informed you, and you perked up, lifting your head to look at his face.

“Really?!” You asked excitedly. “Kay’s coming to visit? Why the fuck didn’t he tell me?” Jason avoided your gaze and you frowned; something was going on here.

“Rachel’s comin’, too,” Jason announced and your heart fell in disappointment. You’d known that Nick and Rachel had started dating again, but you never realized that he would want to bring her here. Not with you and Eric both living here.

Suddenly, and without your consent, your brain was assaulted with nightmares—memories, actually, and you felt the sudden urge to throw up the nothing that you’d eaten today.

“...What happened? A sickness? A madness?”

It had certainly felt like you were sick—that you were going mad, as well. Your head was ringing, and it burned, like somebody was burning your brain from the inside out. You felt nauseous like you’d never felt before—like there was something moving inside of you that you needed to get out, desperately. Like, suddenly, you were no longer in control.

Salim was still speaking, you thought, but you could no longer hear words—just the hum of his voice turning into a strange, twisted melody inside of your head. The realization had dawned on you at that moment, you remember, what was happening to you. You’d been bitten during the assault, but you didn’t think anything of it. Now, though, you knew better, and you were anxiously watching the white phosphorus that was on the table.

“They waited for us.”

You couldn’t take it anymore; the pain, the feeling of something moving around and invading your body, the fucking burning. You felt a scream rip through your throat and you had fallen to your knees, your hands clutching the white phosphorus that you hadn’t even realized you’d grabbed.

“Shit!” You heard Nick exclaim, and Jason rushed towards you—only to be held back by Eric.

“Don’t,” he commanded, and you remember his face, a deathly, pale white. “She’s holding…she has…”

He couldn’t even finish his sentence but you saw Jason’s face pale and you knew that he’d seen the phosphorus then. You knew that he knew what was going to happen; you were going to kill yourself, to save them. To save him. You were going to lose each other to this.

You were hyperventilating, you thought, and you could hear Jason desperately calling out your name, sounding terrified and despairing. Nick, who had been your friend for some time now, too, knelt in front of you cautiously, likely knowing that Jason was too hysterical to be trusted.

“Y/n, look at me,” Nick prompted and you did, your eyes teary, wide, and frenzied. You were writhing, your hands clutching at your head and you heard your pathetic shrieks and moans as you felt it moving inside of you, eating you from the inside out.

Jason had broken free of Eric’s grip and pushed Nick aside, careful not to get too close on the off chance that he accidentally set off the phosphorus. His face was terrified and hysterical, and his eyes pleaded with you to keep looking at him—so you did.

Even back then, you loved him. No one else had quite the pull on you that he did.

“Y/n, please listen to me,” Jason begged, his Southern voice deep and desperate. “Please don’t do this, I—I know you’re scared, but I’m gonna get us out of this, I fuckin’ promise you, okay? Please, I know it seems impossible right now, but just—”

“Jason,” Nick interrupted, as soon as he’d realized that Jason didn’t know. He hadn’t figured out what was going on yet. “Jason, listen—”

“She has it,” Salim interrupted, and you remembered how he’d looked down at you with such horror in his face, and pity in his eyes. “It’s inside her.”

“What?” Jason questioned, shaking his head wildly. “No, what the fuck are you—”

“She’s fucking infected, Kolchek!” Rachel had hissed at him, grabbing him by the shoulder and shoving him away from you. “One of those things bit her, and now she’s turning into one of them; just like Clarice!”

You watched as Jason’s eyes widened and his normally tan face turned a sickly pale, his eyes never once leaving yours. If you thought about it hard enough, you could imagine that he was thinking of poor Clarice—of what had happened to her, just hours before—and how he’d shot her mercilessly without a second thought. Because he couldn’t take the chance; he needed to save everybody else, and she had become a liability. An unknown. And we couldn’t have that.

Looking into his eyes, you knew he’d do the same to you now.

You knew he had to.

And that’s when the vision started.

A burning spaceship, with the head of a monster, heading straight towards Earth as it burned slowly. Aliens; they’d come from another world.

You didn’t even spare another thought or breath on that as you settled the phosphorus between your knees, tears streaming down your face, and brandished your pocket knife. You didn’t have a choice; you couldn’t let Jason kill you. You couldn’t bear to let him live with that trauma.

You had to do this yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, looking straight at Jason—who was trying to rush you, but being held back by Salim and Eric, not without a fight.

You wanted to tell him you loved him then, but you didn’t; you knew that would only be cruel to him. Instead, you tore your eyes away from his face and stared down at the phosphorus, the knife in hand, ready to blow yourself up.

But you didn’t; you couldn’t. Your hand just wouldn’t fucking move, despite what your brain was telling it to do.

Your knife clattered to the floor and you sobbed, breathing in and out as you attempted to steady yourself. Jason was released and he hastily ran and picked up your knife, pocketing it and taking the phosphorus from your hands in the event that you tried that again.

You wanted to reach out and touch him—a hug, a brush of the hand, anything—but it was at that moment that the burning started up again. You doubled over and wailed, Jason right by your side as he pushed your hair back from your face and held you, tears streaming down his own face, his own breath coming in pants as he panicked.

You were likely going to die—you knew that—so you turned to Jason as Nick held up your other side, both men frantic.

“They came from the stars,” you spoke, staring straight into Jason’s frightened eyes, hoping that he was listening to every word that you were saying. “This isn’t their home; it’s an ark.”

You suddenly began to buck viciously, and you weren’t sure if it was you or the thing inside of you controlling your body. All you knew was that it hurt, and you needed to go. You just needed to go.

“Do something!” Nick turned and looked at Jason, the dubbed leader of the group. “She’s turning into one of them!”

“Hold on, baby girl, you have to hold on!” Jason pleaded, his deep voice husky and maniacal. “Please, Y/n—hold on for me. Hold on for me!”

“It’s…killing…me,” you managed to croak out, attempting to inform Jason of the severity of the situation. They had to act now, and they had to act fast—because if they didn’t, you were going to be one of them and put them all in danger.

You should’ve used phosphorus.

“Jason, put her out of her fucking misery!” Rachel screamed at him, trying to pull him away from you but he wouldn’t budge, his teeth gritted and tears streaming down his face. “Fuck, Kolchek; I’ll do it!”

“We can still save her!” Nick insisted, and Jason whipped around towards Rachel, his body taking a protective stance over you.

“There’s got to be a way,” Jason growled at her, his arms grasping you and putting himself in front of Rachel’s gun. “I can’t lose her!”

His voice had sounded so terrified, so distraught—and you wondered why he hadn’t reacted this way with Clarice. Why was he so okay with letting you live—when he’d been so adamant that Clarice needed to die?

“You should know better than anyone that there is no other way, Kolchek,” Rachel barked back angrily. She moved her gun, past Jason, aiming it right towards your head. “Nick, hold her down.”

“No!” Jason argued, throwing himself back in between you and the barrel of the gun. “No, there ain’t no way we’re shootin’ her!”

“‘It’s time to think like a Marine, Jason!’” Rachel snarled back at him, her voice unusually tight and shrill. “You need to take your emotions out of it—isn’t that what you said to me about Clarice?! When you fucking shot her?!!”

“Fuck you, this is different!” Jason’s voice was high, tight, and emotional. All of a sudden, you felt purpose. Hope. You weren’t sure if it was the way that Jason was so protective of you, or that the prospect of losing you made him so emotional, but suddenly, you wanted to live. You didn’t want to die—not like this. Not today.

“Rachel,” you managed to croak out, and the vision behind your eyes was beginning to get blurry. “Don’t…do it. Please; don’t kill me…please.”

Rachel’s eyes wavered over to you for a second—just the splittest of seconds—but you could see the indecision behind her eyes.

“I have to,” she insisted, but her voice was cracking under her emotions. “You know that I have to.”

“It’s me, Rachel,” You continued to plead, pushing up past Jason and staring into her amber eyes, pleading for your life. “Please…put down the gun.”

It was at that moment that Jason hopped up, not as certain about Rachel’s humanity as you were, and knocked the gun out of her hands. He pushed her back, holding the gun to her instead, as he ordered her aside.

“Step aside,” he commanded, and she did, shaking her head incredulously. “Step the fuck aside and get the hell away from her!”

“You’re insane,” Rachel told him with a hiss. “She’s going to kill us all, and you’re going to regret this.”

“Salim, watch Rachel,” Jason ordered, and the man did, standing between her and you as Jason turned back to you, hope, caring, and compassion in his teary eyes. “Y/n, sweetheart, I’m gonna find a way to save you. Alright?”

“Why?” You’d questioned, wrapping your arms around Jason’s neck as you held on tightly to the man who had become your literal lifeline. “Jason, why—why me?” There were so many other words that you wanted to say, so many more things, but your mouth couldn’t formulate the things that your mind was currently running in the background.

Jason’s Adam's apple had bobbed as he stared down into your eyes, his own eyes full of—emotion, of some sort, although you were having a hard time making it out. He pressed a hard, clinging kiss to your forehead and as he pulled away, he said, “Because we’ve got to have hope.”

For some reason, you had the feeling that he’d wanted to say something else.

He’d tried to carry you to the cocoons that Salim had suggested, but you didn’t get far enough; you writhed out of his arms, and Eric had suddenly remembered the UV light—you still remembered how awfully intense the heat had felt held up to your body—and he burned you, until the parasite exited through your mouth and you were cured.

This fact had been confirmed by supernatural health professionals after you’d all made it out of the caves; you were not infected anymore, and nothing was wrong with you.

What Eric had done had worked, and Jason and Nick were right. You could be saved, after all.

Rachel had never gotten over the fact that you had survived while Clarice did not; and you hadn’t really gotten over her nearly killing you down in those caves. When it was all said and done, she’d left Eric and reconnected with Nick, the two of them beginning an official relationship. Suffice to say, Eric wasn’t exactly her biggest fan either.

“Y/n?” Jason’s voice cut through your thoughts, destroying the memory that haunted your dreams. “Y’alright in there? Where’d you go?”

“Sorry,” you rushed out, shaking your head and steadying your breathing. “Um, Rachel’s coming? Well, just tell Nick that if he wants to see me, that maybe we should do it—”

“Actually, they’re comin’ to go to dinner tomorrow night with Eric and Shanae,” Jason interrupted, and it was clear that whatever he wanted to say, that he wanted to get it over with. He never cut you off when you were talking. “And Eric wants me to go to be a sort of a buffer between the two couples and—fuck, Y/n, I know that this is sort of a hard ask, but—will you come with me? I can’t fuckin’ stand the thought of bein’ a fuckin’ fifth wheel between those three idiots.”

You perked up at the question; did you really want to go have dinner with Rachel of all people? And did you really want to help be the buffer between two bitterly divorced people, a new girlfriend, and the man that Rachel had had an affair with? No, not really, but you also couldn’t let go of the fact that Jason was essentially asking you to be his date for the night.

Emboldened by some newfound courage, you cleared your throat and asked, “Like, um—like as your date?” You looked up at his face and saw the shock that registered there, immediately feeling the anxiety flood your system as you realized that you’d completely misinterpreted the situation.

“What?!” Jason questioned, and you could hear the confusion in his voice. When he scoffed like what you’d said was ridiculous, your heart broke again. “No, Y/n that’s—no. We’re just friends, we’d just be going as—friends. It ain’t anythin’ else, Y/n, why would you think that?”

“No—no reason.” Fuck, you could hear the tears getting choked up in your throat. “You know, Jase? I’m actually not feeling so well, so I think I’m going to head on to bed. Can we do movie night on a different night?” Jason opened his mouth to answer, but you didn’t give him the opportunity. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Text me the address and I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“That’s ridiculous Y/n, I can drive you—”

“No, don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you there,” you insisted sternly. Pulling yourself away from his hold, you hopped out of the truck and hurried upstairs, praying to every God you could think of that he hadn’t seen the tears streaming down your face when you’d left.

You couldn’t believe yourself; why had you fucking said that?! How stupid were you? Of course, it wasn’t a date—Jason didn’t think of you that way.

It would never be a date.

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JASON had no idea what the fuck he had done to piss you off last night, but here he was the next morning, trying to puzzle it over. He was no idiot, but he really couldn’t figure this one out; you’d seemed to get jumpy after he’d mentioned Rachel, but you’d left once he’d reassured you that this wasn’t a date.

Had you wanted it to be a date? No, that was almost laughable; you didn’t think of him that way. You’d never been into him that way, and it wasn’t a line that the two of you ever even thought about crossing. Still, you’d never made a comment like that before, and he’d wondered just what he’d done to make you worried that he was hitting on you. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable by forcin’ you into somethin’ more, but clearly, he had come across that way.

Fuck.

His only hope was that you’d stormed off because of the mention of Rachel, but he knew deep down inside that it couldn’t have been that—so, here he was, hoping and wonderin’ if you would still show up tonight—if you were gonna feel awkward around him, thinkin’ that he wanted to be more than friends with you.

And he didn’t want anything more; at least, he thought he didn’t. He genuinely liked where your relationship was at now, he loved having you as his best and closest friend! Even if sometimes, he maybe got the urge to kiss you when you were bein’ cute and you didn’t even know it. Or if he’d almost told you on more than one occasion how fuckin’ beautiful you were—or, if he sometimes wanted to throw you onto his damn bed and show you just how well he could really treat you if you just gave him the fucking chance—

Fuck, no, he reminded himself, shaking his head and pulling on his dressier clothes for the night. That wasn’t a line that the two of you ever crossed, and he wasn’t about to start thinkin’ about it tonight. He valued you; he valued your friendship, and he wasn’t about to throw that away just ‘cause he sometimes wondered how it would feel to have sex with you. Just ‘cause sometimes, he wanted to.

Jason reached for his phone to call you, confirm that you really didn’t want him to drive you over with him, but you didn’t answer. After a string of curse words, he just pocketed the damn thing with a sigh, headin’ to his truck alone with his own anxieties.

It took less than ten minutes to get to the restaurant, and he found Eric and Shanae waiting outside for him, both of them looking too visibly tense to go in by themselves. Jason rolled his eyes and waved at them, trying not to laugh at their collective sighs of relief when they saw him approaching.

“Hey guys,” Jason greeted, clapping Eric on the shoulder and giving Shanae a small side hug. “Y’all seen Y/n yet tonight?”

Eric and Shanae shared a look of confusion that made Jason’s heart drop into his stomach; had she said something to them? Was she no longer comin’?

“We assumed she’d be riding with you,” was the only thing that Eric said in reply and Jason frowned, shaking his head.

“No, she—she said she wanted to drive herself tonight,” Jason reiterated, still feeling the same stab of hurt that he’d felt last night when you’d said it. He shook it off, just like he always did, and headed inside with Eric and Shanae, the latter seeming anxious to get this night over with. Jason couldn’t blame her; she was meeting her boyfriend’s ex-wife, who he had a long and complicated history with.

Eric had just recently told Shanae about what had happened to them a year ago in Iraq and, miraculously, she believed him. Jason hadn’t asked for details on how or why, but figured he must have met some miracle woman who didn’t question the insane too much.

Salim had recently gotten remarried—they’d all flown out to Iraq for that, minus Rachel—and even he hadn’t spoken about the incident to his new wife.

“Jason!” Nick’s voice boomed throughout the restaurant and Jason grinned at his buddy, hurrying over and giving him their version of a bro-hug. If Y/n were here yet, she’d have laughed and made fun of us, like she’s done so many times before. “Oh man, it’s been too long, buddy. How the hell are you?”

“Yeah, ‘bout a year since we’ve seen you in person,” Jason reiterated, trying not to think about the state they were all in a year ago. “Been good. Busy workin’, mannin’ that EMT shit. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, and then the rest of his free time is spent with you-know-who,” Eric interrupted with a roll of his eyes, and it was clear to Jason that talking about you and him was going to be the way they chose to get through this little dinner party. “He’s probably with Y/n more than he’s at work, don’t let him lie to you.”

“Ah, well that doesn’t surprise me,” Nick laughed, and they all sat at a nearby table, leaving an open seat next to Jason for you, whenever you decided you were going to show up. “Those two were glued to the hip from the moment Panic Attack arrived on base.”

“Speaking of the devil,” Shanae whispered, gesturing softly to the front door of the restaurant. Jason looked up—half-wishing he hadn’t, honestly—because when he saw you, his heart stopped.

He’d seen you dressed up before, but not quite like this; a tight, black dress was fitted over your body, barely compressing your curves and leaving little to the imagination. It was made of leather—and fuck he didn’t even know that he liked leather—but after seein’ you in that motherfuckin’ dress, he fuckin’ loved leather.

You’d curled your hair in the way that he’d always loved and you had adorned your eyelids with makeup that made the color of your eyes vibrant, making Jason feel slightly weak in the knees. As you approached, he stood from his chair like the perfect gentleman, a smile on his face as he pulled your chair out for you and you sat down with a measly sigh.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our little Panic,” Nick teased and Jason noticed how your glare towards him was fake, seeing the glint in your eyes at the familiarity of Nick’s use of the nickname. You rolled your eyes at him but you smiled when he came over to your side of the table and gave you a hug. Jason noticed that you were watching Rachel warily, but it seemed like Rachel didn’t notice, as her eyes were currently glued to her ex-husband.

“Kay,” you’d giggled, sending Nick a soft smile as he made his way to the other side of the table again. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Y/n, you look—wow,” Jason whispered as you turned over to him, a panicked, blanched look on your face as he said the words. Jason gulped, weighing the pros and cons, but ultimately decided to push his luck. “Seriously you—you’re stunning. You’re the most beautiful person here.”

There was a smooth, even blush fanning out across your cheeks but you only nodded your head in thanks, turning away from him awkwardly. The odd interaction only worried him more, and he began to panic as he wondered just what the fuck it was he did to make you act this way. And if whatever he did was fixable, or if he were actually losing you, his best friend, over it.

You exchanged pleasantries with the rest of the group, and the night had seemed to be moving along smoothly; although Jason noticed that you seemed to be consuming more alcohol than dinner tonight. You were oddly quiet—usually, you were the life of the party, gluing everybody together—but you could barely answer a simple question tonight, and Jason could sense that something was seriously wrong.

Eric, Rachel, and Nick seemed to be getting along well, although Jason could tell that everyone was far more interested in your mood, obviously noticing how strangely you were acting tonight. Nick even kicked Jason under the table, gathering his attention, before he subtly gestured to Y/n and mouthed, “What’s wrong?!” Jason had just shaken his head, just as confused as his friend was.

Shanae had finally had enough at one point or another, because she smiled sweetly at you and asked, “Y/n, are you alright? You’ve been rather quiet tonight.”

“Yeah, usually I can’t get you to shut up,” Jason chimed in teasingly with the hope of getting you to cheer up, expecting you to do what you always did—poke him in the ribs where he was sensitive, or rib him right back as the two of you laughed about it, maybe even giving him a small kiss on his cheek like you sometimes did.

Instead, you turned to him, a mighty glare in your eyes as you answered, “Well geez, sorry, Jason. I didn’t realize that my voice was such a turn-off to you.”

Jason’s mouth dropped open and he physically recoiled, shocked at your loathsome reaction to his simple jokes.

“Whoa, sweetheart, I was just kiddin’,” Jason defended himself with wide eyes, his hands thrown up in the air. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—”

“Oh, please, you and I both know that my feelings are the least of your concern,” you’d snapped back, and Jason’s jaw dropped open in shock, his heart clenching at the accusation you’d just thrown at him. Rachel took a comical drink of alcohol, her eyes wide, as she pretended not to watch the show that you were suddenly putting on for everyone.

Shooting the rest of the table a this isn’t for your eyes, glare, Jason scooted his chair closer to you, leaning in so that he could speak to you quietly. He hoped that you would follow suit, knowing that if you caused too much of a scene, you’d be incredibly embarrassed once you found yourself sober.

“Y/n, what the hell?!” Jason whisper-yelled, hurt and enraged that you would say something like that to him. What the fuck did you even fuckin’ mean he didn’t care about your feelings?! He stayed awake all night, multiple times a week, because of how much he fucking cared about you. Where the fuck was this coming from?

“What the fuck is up with you tonight?”

You only glared back at him, your eyes shining with what he thought were tears.

“Can’t I just be a little quiet sometimes, Jason? Do I always have to fill the awkward silences for everybody? Am I not allowed to feel a little bit off?” You were rambling now, and tears were flowing down your face freely as you shouted back at him.

“No, darlin’, of course you can, I just—tell me what’s buggin’ you,” Jason pleaded, shaking his head in confusion. “Let me help you, or fix it, or even just make you feel better—”

“It’s not your fucking job to make me feel better,” you retorted with a hiss, pushing your chair away from him and throwing your napkin down onto the table. “Okay? So just—quit trying.”

The two of you had forgotten about the others at the table, too wrapped up in your own melodrama to care that you had an audience. Jason was so worried about you—so worried that he was losing you—that he really couldn’t give a fuck who was listening right now.

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?!” Jason hissed back at you, pulling his chair back to you again to regain some semblance of privacy. “That’s fuckin’ ridiculous, Y/n, I’m never gonna quit tryin’ to help you—”

“You are not my boyfriend, Jason,” you clapped back, standing from the table and putting distance between the two of you. “So just, stop—stop acting like one and let me go. Please, just, let me move on!”

A heavy, awkward, tense silence filled the room after you’d shouted the words, and all Jason could do was watch your chest heave up and down as you attempted not to hyperventilate.

Jason stood from the table too, but he froze at your last sentence, his mouth falling open in shock and confusion. He opened his mouth to say—something, anything, he didn’t fucking know—but he couldn’t force any words to come out.

“Y/n, let me drive you home,” Rachel offered, standing from the table and putting herself in between Jason and you. “You’re in no state to drive right now, and Nick will come pick me up later.”

Jason saw you nodding frantically, pressing your hands to your eyes as you wiped tears away from them.

“Yeah, that’s—yeah,” you agreed readily, grabbing your purse and reaching for your keys to toss to Rachel.

“Wait—no,” Jason interrupted, stepping in between the two of you and attempting to get you to look at him. You refused, your face turned down and away, even though his eyes were pleading for anything that you were willing to give him. “No, Y/n, I’ll drive you, please—we need to talk about this—”

“No.”

Your answer—short, firm, and upset—shocked Jason to his very core and he felt his eyes stinging, his heart dropping into his stomach. He shook his head, unable to understand your simple command, and he stepped closer to you.

You stepped away.

“Y/n, please,” Jason pleaded, dropping his hand between you as he held back a shaky breath. “You’d rather go with Rachel than me right now? Are you serious?”

You didn’t answer him, your only movement was one towards Rachel as you handed her your keys with a sniffle. “Can we go now, please?”

“Yes,” Rachel answered, nodding resolutely at Jason. “Let’s go.”

Jason’s heart broke as he watched you walk out of the restaurant with Rachel—a person whom you despised—instead of leaving with him. Your best friend.

What. The. Fuck?

His head was reeling; he had no idea what had just happened and therefore, he had no idea how to fix it. What the fuck had changed in the past twenty-four hours?

“Jason?” Eric’s voice was even and calm, but Jason had a feeling that it wasn’t going to stay that way for long. If there was anybody that was as protective over you as Jason was, it was Eric. Well, not as protective. Jason took the cake on that one, but, still. Eric tended to think with his fists and not his head when it came to you, too.

“I’m going to ask you this exactly once,” Eric continued. “What the fuck did you do to Y/n?” Immediately, Jason felt defensive, rounding on Eric with a finger in his face and a snarl on his lips.

“I didn’t do fuckin’ anythin’,” Jason growled at him, shoving him back with a hand as Eric rolled his eyes. “Where the fuck do you get off assumin’ that I had anythin’ to do with this?!”

“No offense man, but whatever that was, it had everything to do with you,” Nick interrupted, sharing a concerned look with Eric. Since when were the two of them fuckin’ friends?! “Did something happen between you two?”

“NO,” Jason persisted, pressing his hands to his temples as he began to get a headache. “Everythin’ was fuckin’ normal until—last night?”

“Y/n didn’t come over last night,” Eric argued, crossing his arms over his chest and Jason rolled his eyes.

“What the fuck, Eric, are you the Y/n police now?” Jason asked sarcastically, and Eric glanced back at Nick again. The sight of them looking at each other, like they had some stupid sort of secret about him that he wasn’t entitled to, enraged Jason and he threw his hands down, beginning to pace nervously. “What? What the fuck are you two…lookin’ at?!”

“Look, maybe you should just…fill us in on what happened last night, and maybe we can help figure out what’s going on with Y/n,” Shanae jumped in, standing in between Eric and Jason as she attempted to play peacekeeper.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair as he nodded. What else was he supposed to do? God knew he couldn’t figure it out by himself. He’d been givin’ himself migraines attemptin’ to do just that.

“I picked her up from work, like I always do on movie nights,” Jason started reiterating. “Told her Nick was comin’ into town, and that he was bringin’ Rachel. That’s when she first got jumpy—but then, when I asked her to come to this dinner with me, she seemed alright? Well, she did, until—”

“Until what?” Shanae asked kindly and Jason blinked at her, remembering.

“Well, she did ask if I meant as a date,” Jason admitted, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips as he tried to puzzle it out in his mind. “I said no, ‘cause I didn’t mean it like that and even if I had, I knew she would just panic about it, so—”

“Holy fucking shit,” Eric interrupted, rolling his eyes and pointing an accusatory finger towards Jason’s chest. “You’re a fucking idiot, Jason.”

Eric’s words lit a fire in Jason’s chest and he went at him, puffing up his chest as he ran into Eric’s finger, fully prepared to punch him straight in the face and ask questions later.

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?!” Jason demanded, fully aware that they were garnering stares from other restaurant-goers now. “What the fuck do you mean?!”

“Y/n’s in love with you, you dickhead!” Eric screamed back at him, his face red and eyes narrowed into slits. “She fucking adores your stupid ass!”

Jason’s chest constricted with anxiety and he shook his head; you…loved him? No, not possible; if you felt that way about him, he would have known it already, or, or you would have…you would have told him. Right?

“No,” Jason denied and Eric threw his hands up and groaned in frustration, shaking his head vigorously. “What, you dickhead?! She doesn’t. She’s not. We’re just…we’re just friends!”

“No, Jason, she is,” Nick interrupted with a sigh, waving a hand in apology to the waitstaff. “Y/n has been in love with you for years, Jason. Even before we fell down those fucking caves.”

The realization hit Jason like a ton of bricks, weighing him down as he realized that Nick was right; everything you’d done for him, the way you looked at him, how you only spent your free time with him—it made sense. You were in love with him.

Holy fucking shit—he was a stupid fucking dickhead.

“Oh, fuck,” Jason groaned, clutching at his hair in his own stress. “Shit, fuck, oh, no.”

“Did you seriously not know that Y/n is madly in love with you?!” Nick questioned, bringing Jason a glass of beer that he downed, instantly.

“I’ve never…thought about her like that,” Jason admitted, although as soon as the admission left his lips, it felt wrong. Had he thought of you like that? Sure, he had fantasies about having sex with you…sometimes he thought about what it would be like to kiss you, or build a family with you but that didn’t mean—that didn’t mean he loved you. Did it?

“Bullshit!” Nick instantly exclaimed, loudly, causing Jason to jump in shock. Jason opened his mouth to protest or—explain, maybe—but Nick held up a finger with a warning glare that he wasn’t quite finished.

“You seriously never noticed how much of a fucking wreck you were whenever Y/n was out on assignment?” Nick asked, and Jason gulped as he remembered how awful it had felt, not knowing if you were coming back to him. How he’d thrown things and broke things and been a general asshole to everybody until the second that you came back to the base.

“Or how fucking moody you’d get when she went out with other Marines on base?” Jason grunted at Nick’s words, and even now, he remembered that he’d felt jealous of Eric just taking you to work—and Eric had a very steady girlfriend.

“You’re sitting here and you’re telling me that you don’t stay up with her all night long when she has nightmares, just to hold her?” Nick continued. “You’re gonna sit here and you’re seriously going to tell me that you had no problem letting Clarice die when she was infected; but when it was Y/n, you wouldn’t let anyone even think about doing the same to her?! You’re really gonna sit here and you’re gonna tell me that you did all of that stuff and you’re not in love with her?!”

The silence in the room was deafening as the pieces began to click into place in Jason’s mind; his heart was racing, his palms were sweating, and he felt like he was going to pass out.

“Holy shit!!!” Jason hollered, hopping back up to his feet with his mouth gaping open and a frantic, terrified look on his face. “I’m fuckin’ in love with her!”

Nick walked over to him with a smile on his face, clamping a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

“Yeah, dude,” Nick confirmed. “Take it in. You’re down fuckin’ bad.”

As soon as the words left his friend’s mouth, Jason knew. Fuck, how could he have missed it?! How could he have pushed his feelings for you so far down that he hadn’t even realized it himself? Fuck, and he knew he loved you too, because he’d almost said it to you—when he thought you were dying, down in those caves and you’d asked why he saved you—fuck he was so fuckin’ stupid!

“Oh, shit, fuck, I need to get to her now,” Jason rushed out, hurrying over to the door and leaving Nick, Shanae, and Eric following behind him. “I need to tell her—fuck, she needs to know—”

“Shit dude, you can’t drive like this,” Nick insisted, wrenching Jason’s arm away from his truck and pulling him over to his car. “I’ll take you, and then Rachel and I will find a way to get your truck back home, alright?”

“Fuck it, I don’t give a shit, just get me there,” Jason begged and Nick nodded, trying not to laugh at the visual of Jason swinging himself into his car as if his life depended on it.

But fuck, it sure as hell felt like it did.

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YOU couldn’t bring yourself to change out of your tight leather dress. You desperately needed to take off the stupidly lacey underwear you’d worn underneath it—you’d wanted to feel hot, confident—but all it did was serve as a reminder to you of the sex that you weren’t having and that you haven’t had in a ridiculously long time.

You sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror and trying not to cry; you were certain by this point that you had ruined whatever friendship that you and Jason had. You’d self-sabotaged, and why? Because you’d let your stupid, selfish feelings get in the way? You were such an idiot, and even if there was a way to fix it, you were certain that there wasn’t a way to forget it.

You thought you heard a knock at the door, but you waved it off, focusing on scrubbing the makeup off of your face. It wasn’t until Jason’s deep timbre of voice floated through your apartment that you stood, frozen, before running out of the bathroom.

There he was, standing in your living room, looking distraught and glancing around anxiously for you. Rachel was gone, you noticed, and as soon as you did, Jason’s eyes found yours and a sense of relief settled across his face.

You stood across the room and downed a half-mug of coffee—Rachel had made you sober up— and you set it down slowly on the counter with a gulp, knowing that if you were going to salvage this relationship, now was the time to do it.

“Jason,” you greeted, walking slowly towards him with your hands up in surrender. “I’m so sorry, I should have never been drinking—and I definitely should have never said any of those things to you—”

“I’m in love with you,” Jason interrupted, his words coming out quickly and desperately, like he really needed to say it right then or he might never get up the courage to do it. Your body turned as cold as ice as you attempted to convince yourself that he’d said something else. Anything else, because, surely, he didn’t say what you think he just fucking said to you.

“I—I fuckin’ love you, Y/n, and I’m so sorry that I never said it before—”

“What?” You questioned, taking a step away from him and pinching yourself lightly as you tried to deduce if this was real life. Yup; this is real. This is legit. “You—what?”

To your utter surprise, Jason smirked; and then, he laughed. Out loud. Like this was the funniest conversation in the whole fucking world, but you really couldn’t manage to find the humor in it.

“I love you, Panic Attack,” Jason continued with a gigantic grin on his face, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him. You didn’t resist, allowing him to pull you into him as his arms encircled your waist, his one hand reaching up to cup your cheek and press a tiny, sweet kiss to your forehead. “I think I—fuck, no, I’ve always known that I loved you I just—fuck.”

Jason took a deep, steadying breath, leaning his forehead against yours, as if he were drawing some extra strength from you, and you felt your own eyes fluttering shut of their own accord. Funny; my heart is racing and yet, I feel so calm, so steady. How is it possible to have both at the same time? How can one person have this much of an effect on you?

“I’m so terrified that if I let myself love you, I’ll lose you and—Y/n, I can’t. I. Can’t. Fuckin’. Lose. You.”

Your entire chest felt like it was on fire—the good kind, that is—and you beamed up at him, feeling the tears spring from your eyes but not really giving a shit.

“You’ll never lose me, Jason,” you assured him quietly, reaching up and grasping his face in your hands, giggling as you watched the large, amazingly beautiful smile of his light up his face. “I love you so much, I can’t even think sometimes—”

His mouth was on yours before you could even finish speaking, but you couldn’t give two fucks; you reciprocated the kiss with just as much fervor as he was giving you, and you found yourself leaning farther and farther into his touch, your hands clutching the bottom of his shirt as you pulled him flush against you, begging to feel more and more of him now that he’d allowed you to have the smallest of touches.

“Fuck, you taste fuckin’ amazing, and that’s just your lips,” Jason moaned into your mouth and you laughed—but your giggles soon turned into moans as Jason’s tongues caressed the inside of your mouth, causing an uncomfortable itch to grow inside of your lacey panties.

Jason was backing you up into the wall now, his hands clutching your hips when you shifted—as if you were now his lifeline. “Damn, baby, please—I want to taste more of you, fuck, please?”

You could get used to a whiny, begging Jason.

“Damn it, Jason, like you even have to ask,” you responded in kind, pulling down the tiny sleeves to your leather dress and not even having to wait a second before Jason’s lips were attached to your collarbone, sucking vigorously. You just knew that he was leaving you the fucking biggest hickey in the world, marking his territory like a roadmap down your neck to your chest and you shivered with electricity.

“Shit, Jason, I always knew that you’d be good at this,” you whined, and Jason grinned against your skin, his teeth pressing against the thinnest part of your bone and causing a shiver to run up and down your spine.

“I don’t know where the fuck you got this leather dress from but baby girl, the moment I saw you in it, all I fuckin’ cared about was rippin’ it the fuck off of you,” Jason growled and you moaned against his words, throwing your head back against the wall as his hands pushed the dress the rest of the way down your torso. You opened your eyes just in time to watch as his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull.

“What?” You asked, confused, your eyes raking down your body as you inspected to see if there were any scars or new bruises that you hadn’t noticed you’d acquired. Frowning as you didn’t see anything out of place, you screeched, “What? Jason, what’s wrong? Is something stuck? Are you alright—”

“Your bra.” Jason’s voice was hoarse, constricted, and it was then that you noticed that his eyes were glued to your breasts almost anxiously, his lips trapped in between his teeth and a hissssss instead of a breath escaping his lips as he took you in. “It’s…fuck, is that just pure lace?”

You grinned evilly at him, pushing the dress past your thighs and watching as his eyes wandered down with it. He audibly whined and pulled back when he caught sight of your barely-covered pussy, throwing his head back and running a hand down his face.

“Shit, darlin’ that—a matching set—oh, fuck!”

Jason didn’t want to waste anymore time talking, apparently, because he was already on his way downtown, his lips locking onto your breast and removing your bra completely. Your fingers clutched his hair, sure your fingernails were raking damage into his scalp, but he didn’t seem to care. Your yelps and moans were pathetic, but Jason thrived on them, intent on making you cum by just sucking your nipples and circling your most sensitive points with his tongue.

Jason seemed to grasp the art of multitasking, because his hand shot down your body as his teeth continued to play with your nipples, his fingers tenderly stroking your clit and eliciting a whimper from your mouth.

“Dammit baby, you’re so wet,” Jason mumbled on your breast, and he shoved two fingers up inside of you, causing your breathing to hasten as your breaths came out in pants, his thumb continuing to rub your clit and his tongue not showing any mercy on your hardened nipples.

A short, few seconds later, you were there, orgasming intensely as his hand continued its very hard, important work, and you bucked further into his touch, encouraging him to remove your underwear. He smirked as he did so, but you didn’t fucking care, and you wasted no time in pulling his own clothes off of him, making sure that you took your time to appreciate how fucking fit he was.

Your tongue raked down his abs as you made your own way down Jason’s body, stopping just short of his penis. You looked up at him with big, doe eyes, and Jason looked back down at you nervously.

“Doll, you don’t have to—”

You didn’t waste any time in taking him into your mouth completely, your mouth doing exactly what it knew how to do. He was big, but you knew you could handle it—and the way that he was moaning and writhing had you feeling insanely confident.

It was only a minute into it that Jason tore your head away by your hair, and you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“Quit teasin’ me,” Jason growled at you and you giggled, straightening yourself up to be back at his level.

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” You antagonized, and you could see Jason’s tongue in his cheek as his eyes brightened and he shook his head at you, picking you up off of your feet and carrying you to the bathroom.

“You fuckin’ little tease,” Jason sneered and you winked at him, allowing him to set you down in his shower. “I want you wet, princess.”

You didn’t bother correcting his old nickname for you—you simply turned on the shower, allowing the hot water to encompass you both as Jason pinned you up against the shower walls, hiking a leg up as he entered you slowly, taking in your face and making sure that you were alright.

Finding the assurance that he needed, he began to pump in and out of you—him being so big that he filled your walls, hitting your g-spot with minimal effort. That, or Jason knew what he was doing, and you were willing to wager that he did. His mouth was biting, licking, and sucking at your clavicle, with one hand working your clit and the other fondling your breasts, focusing heavily on your nipples as he knew that that had made you cum the first time.

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander up to his hair, now wet from the streaming water, and something about the brown locks hanging down and sticking to his face was so fucking sexy that it made you cum right on the spot—Jason following instantly after.

When the orgasms ended and the high faded shortly after, Jason looked at you, a cheeky smile on his face as he pressed another kiss to your lips, lingering for a long time as he seemed hesitant to let you go.

“This is real,” you breathed out, and Jason smiled against your lips, your eyes staring at his dimple as it was so close to you now. “Right? This is really happening? You love me? And you want to be—what, my boyfriend?”

Jason laughed out loud at that and you quirked an eyebrow, confused. He only held you closer as he said:

“Sweetheart, I wanna fuckin’ marry you.”

You watched the blush sweep across his face at his admission and you smiled, pulling his head down to yours for a sweet, emotional kiss.

“I want to take on life with you, baby—one panic attack at a time.”

You giggled, pulling him closer as you pressed another kiss to his lips.

“That was the stupidest joke that you’ve ever made, Jason Kolchek.”

Jason shrugged and turned you around so that your back was pressed to his front, his strong arms cradling around you as he sighed, pressing hundreds of kisses into your wet hair, the water from the shower encompassing you both in a stream of sex and sweetness.

“Yeah, maybe—but it’s the fuckin’ truth baby! You can’t tell me that I ain’t gonna be goin’ through a million more of these Y/n freak-outs!”

Well, yeah. Even you couldn’t deny that one.

“Yeah, but you’re going to love every second of the panic, Jase.”

You could feel his lips against your back as he smirked.

“Damn fuckin’ straight.”

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𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 | 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem/afab reader. suggestive content (lots of dirty talk, begging, mild fingering (f receiving), a bit of handjob, finger sucking, a bit of hair pulling, cunnilingus, masturbation instructions, [unprotected] sex against the wall, creampie, slight breeding, switchy Jason). i might've watched too much attack on titan but reader is, like, super physically strong in this one. enemies to more. Jason is hella touch starved and needy but also a cocky mf. just two fellow enemies not being able to resist railing the shit out of each other; what else do you expect from me? 😜 big dick™ Jason. this is that "Salim + Nick scene" but reenacted with Jason in mind. probably the horniest piece i've written on this blog to this day.

summary: after the ambush, Jason finds himself stranded from his team in the hellish depths of the Sumerian temple. once he comes across a promising opening, an enemy soldier he hasn't run into before pulls him away before he walks himself right into certain doom. what will become of this unlikely due in the face of danger?

It was a disaster. The ambush had depleted more than half of Jason’s energy – to hell with everything else he went through since they fell. Alas, he had no time to waste; with a sealed off exit and a long unknown path ahead, he had no choice but to stand back up and find another way to his team.

This wasn’t the first time he was finding himself on his own, navigating the harrowing crevices of these ungodly caverns that echoed even his sharp uneven gasps of breath. The sound of debris crushing beneath his soles was far from comforting, only exacerbating the gnawing panic in the pit of his stomach which made him too alert to the blinding darkness that seemed to close in on him the farther along he went.

At last, the soft glow of an opening loomed in the distance that seemed much like the mouth of a tunnel. He began walking faster, gun held tightly and at the ready. However, as his boot skimmed past just the fringe of the precipice, he cowered back into the shadows. He almost walked himself right off the cliff of the ruins. Cold wash of realization prickled his face as he drew a wavering breath and stalked farther away; but then his back collided with… something.

Air locked in Jason’s throat, eyes blowing wide in panic. He went rigid for the briefest moment, eyeing the foreign hand that wound around his face to plaster over his mouth. The unknown arm pushed him further back into what he only thought to be a person’s chest. His heart hammered in his throat, his grip growing loose on his rifle at his side.

A gentle “shhh” was breathed against his ear. Goosebumps raced down the back of his neck as he futilely looked to the side in an attempt to catch the slightest sight of this soldier – or whoever it may have been – whose arms enveloped him.

“Don’t make a fucking noise,” whispered a low feminine voice Jason didn’t recognize and although he already expected it, still it managed to aggravate his growing dread. Another hand stretched out from behind him and pointed at something in the distance, drawing his attention to a sight that made him gasp into the palm pressed over his mouth. “They hunt by sound. If that thing hears you now, we’re both done for.”

A few feet away just below the cliff, there crouched one of those monsters he barely managed to escape only minutes ago. It hunched over the carcass of a soldier, emitting those nauseating clicks and sniffing curiously.

“I’m gonna let go now,” said the faceless voice behind him again, quiet and careful. “If you try anything stupid—”

But Jason didn’t even let the sentence finish. As soon as the hand loosened slightly on his face, he made a grab for the opposing soldier’s wrist. However, she seemed to have anticipated his decision, her hand curling immediately around his forearm instead.

It took him aback. A choked noise of surprise caught in his throat as he was harshly shoved into the jagged wall of the temple. He bit his lip to hold back the pained groan threatening to tear out of his throat. Two hands were wrapped around his neck now, squeezing the breath out of his lungs. His eyes grew round and frantic as they peered into the eyes of his attacker.

That face. How long has it been since the last time he was in the same proximity with a warm attractive body? His brow gave a twitch as he silently marveled at the way his own body betrayed him. His waist jerked involuntarily, his fingers winding around your wrists as you thrust your hips into his to stop his nervous movements, unaware of what that action alone did to him. You snarled at the man.

“What did I tell you?” You spat in a harsh whisper. “You have a death wish?”

All Jason could manage was a short strangled moan – a noise so pathetic that even he could swear it made your smirk deepen. You cocked your head, face cast in the shadows.

“Don’t look at me like that. If I didn’t know better, I’d actually believe you’re enjoying this.”

Oh, hell. He was enjoying this. The insistent pressure of your knee in between his legs was already making his vision swim. Fear. Panic. Lust. The few hours down in this hellhole seemed to be truly fucking with his head. There must’ve been something absolutely wrong with him or why would he groan so deliriously when you shifted your feet and pushed the curve of your knee deeper against his clothed hardening cock. What were you even trying to do to him?

“Nothing to say?” You scoffed and Jason nearly moaned at the caress of your hot breath over his lips. “Typical. Maybe you’re better at following orders. That’s what a good soldier does best after all.”

He made no words. He couldn’t. As the pressure of your hands increased on his throat, his mouth went slack and his eyes rolled back into his head. He wished you’d just put him out of his misery already. You were so close. If only you leaned in a little closer and shut his mouth with yours.

“Let’s find out. What do you think?”

And you were pulling away from him then. The cold distance was sobering and Jason found himself shivering as his mind finally registered the weight of his rifle in his hand. He almost leapt to aim the muzzle on your chest – nothing but a knee jerk movement; but he stopped himself before he ended up putting himself in a stickier predicament with you.

You suddenly looked more restless than he remembered just a few moments ago. All confidence gone and panic giving way to the previous complacent look on your face as you paced up and down the short length of the vicinity. A quick glance down your form told him that you weren’t armed. At least not with a gun. And that relieved his unease, that sour stewing emotion growing into a firm sense of superiority in his chest.

He raised his rifle, just barely, to establish some level of boundary that had been missing since he ran into you, eyes glimmering with confidence once again.

Your eyes shifted skyward almost as if you meant to roll them but decided otherwise, taking a step back with your palms held up in front of you, though not in a show of surrender; rather, with an irritated flair as your lips twisted into an ugly line.

“Just when I thought we were getting along—”

Sarcasm seeped through your sneer, turning then into a faint smirk as Jason stomped a step in your space, his gun now zeroing on in your neck. That barely there upturn of your lips unnerved him – some hint of smugness, some tinge of sharpness. As if you knew something he didn’t and it made the blood rage hot in his veins. His face crumpled with a scowl.

“Don’t get fucking smart with me. Turn around. And put your hands where I can see them.”

He motioned rudely with his gun and you obeyed, sighing exasperatedly as you faced the open balmy air that led down the precipice. The monster yet remained perched on the ground and absorbed in the corpse, ever oblivious to your presence despite the little situation you had only minutes prior. The sight was unsettling enough that made your impatience grow and you speak up as the man loitered silently – assuming with hesitation – behind you.

“Are you planning to stand around and wait for something to happen?”

He scoffed, accent thick with panic as he spat his next words. “I’m thinking.”

“And what do you have so far?”

“I’ll come up with something if you shut the fuck up!”

You rolled your eyes this time, lolling your neck along with it as you resisted the dire urge to groan loudly in disdain. You turned a glance over your shoulder.

“How about you listen to me instead.”

It was much less a question and more a curt demand. Jason opened his mouth to object and quickly jerked his gun higher, alarmed, as he watched you calmly brandish a combat knife from your belt.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?”

You ignored him, stalking closer to the edge of the cliff and still safe within the shadows behind the uneven wall. Truth of the matter was, Jason could fuss all he wanted but unless he wished to risk drawing the monster’s attention to both of you, he needed to keep at least some of his problems to himself. And you knew that very well.

He followed you, more so out of detested obligation and his covert fear of being left to his devices again; however, it was only his frustration that surfaced to his mouth when he slapped the back of his hand to your shoulder and hissed under your ear.

“You outta your damn mind?”

“You’ll have to excuse me. I don’t listen to loudmouthed idiots.” You mumbled apathetically as your eyes searched the vicinity, not even once turning to look at the man who might as well be frothing at the mouth from sheer anger. “Does that answer your question?”

Now you looked at him – now that Jason was red in the face and clenching his teeth as he, quite literally, ripped you a new one with his eyes. Only if looks could kill…

“You got some fucking balls. Know who you even talking to?”

You cocked your head with a small frown, eyes taking in his flushed dirty face, his flaring nostrils and his pursed lips. “What’s your name?”

Jason blanched, eyelids flickering and voice silent, as if assuming he heard you wrong. But your gentle face staring at him, waiting patiently for his response proved him otherwise.

“I’m (Y/N).” You said softly, offering a handshake.

“I ain’t here to make friends.”

You shrugged, looking away from him and ahead as you withdrew your rejected hand. “Well, I just assumed you wanted me to know who I’m talking to.”

Jason scoffed. Again. You gave him a look from the corner of your eyes, shaking your head slowly as a dejected smirk crossed your lips. He puffed out his chest, moving in closer to you as if you had just challenged him, chin lifted and eyes narrowed.

“Something funny?”

His tone was far from friendly. Testing, rather. But you stayed put, pinning him with that same scrutinizing look from beneath your lashes. He didn’t shrink back. He held your gaze with such defiance it was admirably stupid.

“Listen, when all hell breaks loose, I will be the least of your worries. So, the sooner you realize that, the better for both of us here.” You paused for the briefest moment, turning your face enough to leer at the man, voice dropping low and melodious. “As much as I enjoy watching you pop a vessel.”

You snickered to yourself, satisfied at the look of incredulity that struck his features.

“When shit hits the fan,” he started slowly, voice deep and rich with venom. “The only thing you gotta worry about is my damn gun far up your ass. So, don’t even think about crossing me.”

“I think you need to calm down a little.”

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!”

“Then shut the fuck up and focus!”

That finally silenced him. He eyed your fingers which pointed your knife at him, the sharp tip barely even grazing his shirt. Somewhere in his mind, he felt justified to slap your hand away and throw you back against the wall behind you, your offending wrist held tightly in his grip by your head. And he did just that.

You cursed and squirmed, eyes burning with a fierce look as you scowled at the idiotic solider who pushed his weight against you with a grunt, his face, damp with sweat, hovering a hair breadth away from yours.

“Fucking hell—”

“Don’t like to smell your own shit now, do ya?”

He sounded unbelievably smug for the predicament you were both in – mere inches apart with an insatiable monster prowling just a few feet away. His smirk widened when you began to squirm again and he slammed your wrist once against the wall, loosening your grip until the knife slipped from your fingers to the ground.

“You motherfucker!”

“Shh shh shh! Let’s not try to alert the beast now. We’re having fun.”

“Like hell we are—”

You raised your free hand to go for a punch to the throat before he caught you firmly in his fist, pushing your arm to join the other up against the rough texture of the wall that scraped mercilessly at your skin. His fingers, almost as if without realizing, wove within yours as his eyes peered down at you and time suddenly slowed.

The strong knot of tension eased into a tingling air of titillation between you as you held his softened gaze, your own eyes flickering curiously up and down between the suggestive look in his dilated pupils and his parted, much too tempting, pink lips that beckoned you like a siren’s call. What the fuck was going on with you – why weren’t you fighting back anymore?

His warm body was pressed tightly against yours like burning coal, his erratic breaths on your face doing so little to soothe the mounting spiral of arousal within you. You felt your core grip at air as he eyed your mouth with his own lips fluttering slowly, silently contemplating whether to take that leap.

You took the initiative, driven by your impatience and growing need. He gasped into the kiss but it took him no more than an instance to reciprocate eagerly, his fingers tightening their hold as his hips moved restlessly against yours. He groaned, teeth hooking on your lip and coaxing an abrupt moan from the back of your throat.

“Shhhh,” he giggled, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Careful now, sweetheart. We ain’t in the clear, yet—” his mouth drifted from yours and down the length of your neck, leaving kisses and bites along the skin until he was at the hem of your collar. “As much as I love to hear you moan – mmm, fuck! You sound so fucking pretty though.”

It was impossible to not feel his firm bulge that pushed insistently into your thigh while he continued to grind against you. His hot breaths fleeted over your ear as he panted into your skin, a low growl riding along the breathlessness that escaped his lips.

“Fuck, I wanna hear you say my name – please, baby. Please, will you say it for me?” You were stunned at the plea and the stark desperation it clung to. “Say I’m your Jason. Tell me I’m yours. Even if it’s for a couple fucking minutes. Say you want me so fucking bad. Pleasepleaseplease.”

He whined his request in your ear. Over and over and over. Until your knees nearly gave from underneath you as his lips continued to leave a warm trail of kisses on every inch of bare skin they could find. You were breathless and unable to respond for a good few seconds until your lips opened to the litany of praises and filthy promises.

“Fuck… Jason… you’re mine… all fucking mine…”

Jason couldn’t hold the moans rolling off his lips at every instance you spoke his name. Soon, his grip loosened on your hands only for it to slide down your body and hook under your thighs, your own hands fidgeting with the buckles of his vest.

“Take these off.” You growled through teeth as your fingers proved useless to pry the man of his clothes. “Now.”

He drew his hands to himself only to quickly rid himself of the thick layers that filled needless space between you, leaving himself in only his blue t-shirt and his unbuttoned fatigue pants that were slowly sliding down his waist. His hands were back upon you to search your silhouette under his rough fingertips.

He looked much smaller now – less intimidating than when he had all that equipment crowding his frame. The status of danger having now turned into something entirely foreign; just another factor to play into the hands of that white hot desire churning deep inside you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Go right ahead and touch me. See how fucking hard you make me,” Jason took hold of one of your hands and pushed it gently against his bulge. Your warm fingers slowly closed around him and squeezed carefully. He let his head back to moan. “Fuck—yes. That’s it, baby. Keep going like that.”

“Keep it down, Jason.” You hissed.

“I can’t. I really—I fucking can’t.”

You clicked your tongue disapprovingly, raising a hand to his wet panting lips. “Open up.” And he did, accepting your fingers onto his tongue. He moaned through the mouthful, muffled yet still loud. You tutted again. “God, you’re so fucking pathetic.”

Jason sputtered and whined when you slipped your other hand into his boxers and cupped him firmly, sharp bursts of breath flitting through his lips as his palms braced by the sides of your head on the wall to support his trembling legs.

“Oh—fuck,” he mumbled around your fingers, a thick thread of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. His tongue continued to suck on your skin, noisily slurping and lapping up his own saliva that was slowly running down the side of your hand. “Fuck—feels good—it feels—”

“Feels nice, sweetheart, doesn’t it?” You finished for him and he moaned his agreement, albeit much too incoherently to sound like proper syllables but his sweet little whimper that was stifled on your digits was enough answer. “Sure, it does. Look at you. So needy just from my hand.”

Your playful taunts only stirred more noises from him. He began rutting his hips into your hand, making his throbbing cock slip clumsily through your fingers. You shushed him softly as his whimpers grew constant and more high pitched.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” You cooed and he nodded fervently, his eyes sweetly round and glistening. “Of course, it is. You’re already leaking through my fucking fingers.”

He began to go on a tangent of garbled words and desperate moans, trying to speak but failing to convey anything; his rationale so far deep beneath the heavy heap of lust that his thoughts hardly strung together. But the urgency in his voice was clear.

“What is it, sweetie? Use your big boy words. You can tell me what you want.”

“I wanna cum—”

“What was that?” A feigned frown of confusion pulled at your brows as you neared your ear to his lips as if to hear better. “I didn’t quite catch that.” He whined petulantly and you shushed him again. “Come on. You can do it.”

“I wanna—I wanna cum inside you. So fucking bad. Please—Can I?”

You hummed, as if deep in thought and pondering the decision before you offered him a cheeky grin.

“Are you gonna be good?”

“Mhm, yeah—” He nodded, shifting impatiently against you. “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”

You smirked and cocked your head. So adorably pathetic. All reason gone and replaced by that one simple objective fogging his brain.

Slowly withdrawing both of your hands from him, Jason let out a shaky sigh, rigid shoulders growing visibly relaxed as his eyes found yours, his gaze more clear and focused now. His fingers made quick to unbutton your pants, his lips returning to yours with their feverish kisses.

Once your pants slipped down your legs, he slid a middle finger along the crotch of your panties, his fingertip finding your clit through the fabric, rubbing firm tight circles over the swollen bud. You gasped, hands flying to brace against his strong shoulders as your weight grew light on your feet.

Jason pried past the slip of barrier and with small inches into your soaked folds. A choked moan rolled from his lips as your slick gathered on his skin, two thick fingers pushing with ease inside you. You plastered a hand over your mouth as a sudden moan erupted in your throat, head lolling back against the wall.

“Fuck—so wet already? Your pussy practically sucked up my fucking fingers.” He began pumping his fingers. Slow and careful. The empty tunnel echoed the obscene wet noises of your cunt. The crooked grin that grew on Jason’s face made blood rush to your ears. “Hear that? Who’s the needy pathetic one now, hmm?”

“Shut up.”

He cooed mockingly at you, lips puckering into a moue of pity. “That all you got for me? You can do better, sweetheart. Hurt me like I know you damn well want to.”

You snarled, eyes narrowed and brows drawn deep. Your hand was reaching for the back of his head then, the movement so hurried it flicked his hat off of his head. Your fingers buried tight into his soft hair. He hissed, the pressure of your grip jerking his head back and revealing the swell of his throat. He met your gaze with a scowl of his own.

“Shit—you li—shit!”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. Pulling the man closer by the hair, your lips began a descension of kisses down the span of his neck. The movement of his hand stuttered inside you the longer you went on, gasps of moans coaxing through his parted lips. A string of curses tipped off his tongue as your teeth scraped harshly across his neck, digging in and abusing the skin with every bite. You were adamant to leave your mark on him.

You only leaned away when you were wholly satisfied and could see the growing bruise that blossomed across Jason’s skin where your mouth had been. The smirk on your lips quickly parted for a moan when he resumed the movement of his fingers inside you. You covered your mouth as moan after moan bubbled up your throat. It was his turn now to leer complacently at you.

“Why go all tough on me when you’re just gonna give up that easy? It’s so fucking cute that you even try.” He buried his nose under your ear, a hand wrapping gently around your throat as he sucked your earlobe between his lips. “Wanna know what I’m gonna do to you? I’m gonna stretch you open with my big fucking cock. I’m gonna fill you up till your pretty little pussy’s dripping with my cum.”

You swallowed. Hard. A delicious shiver ran down your spine as Jason kissed your jaw and breathed a taunting chuckle into your skin. Your fingers coiled tighter in his hair and a faint growl vibrated under your ear, rousing a sharp gasp from you.

“Are you gonna just keep running your mouth like that?”

He didn’t respond. Not immediately. He guided you carefully out of your pants, kicking the heap of fabric aside with one foot before removing your panties next. He lowered to his knees, his palms cradling your hips as he peered up at you.

“You got a better use for my mouth?”

You blinked, lips fluttering wordlessly at the sight of this man knelt at the ready for you before you mustered up a proper response.

“I do now.”

A knowing smile crossed his lips as he leaned in with a sensuous kiss to your clit before sucking it loudly into his mouth. He moaned, low and delirious, his fingers digging into your skin and eyes fluttering shut. As if you had just satisfied a seething hunger deep within him and he needed a moment to savor the flavor before it disappeared.

His mouth then molded hot against you – fast and eager. His tongue fluttered along your swollen lips, lapping up your slick and gliding over your clit. Over and over. A steady rhythm that only picked up in pace.

Your fingers, once again, sunk in his hair and grabbed a fistful. He groaned between laps of his tongue as you pulled tightly at the roots, the deep sound resonating deep within your core. You struggled to rein in your moans, pushing another hand to your mouth to smother the noises that escaped much too freely, your will worsened by Jason’s breathless demands.

“Shit, baby. Fuck yourself on my tongue. You wanna use me, don’t you? Be a good girl and grind on my fucking face.”

You moaned louder through your fingers as your orgasm rose high like a rogue wave, only instances from crashing over you and swallowing you whole. You squirmed against Jason’s mouth, meeting his tongue with your cunt as he panted and downed you hungrily, pushing you closer and closer to falling through the tidal walls of your climax.

Jason whispered dirty praises into your pussy as your stifled moans rose in pitch, your breaths growing much more quick and stuttered – until you cried into your palm with the first pulses of your orgasm rippling through you like wildfire.

Your fingers flexed in his hair, your other hand pressing deeper to your mouth. The dark of the cavern turning even duller before your dazed vision as your mind only focused on the now intermittent aftershocks of your climax quivering inside you.

You let your hand fall from your face moments later. Once your thoughts slowed to an easy pace and the trembling of your body grew calm, you looked down at Jason who was now staggering soft kisses to your thighs; up – on your stomach then higher and higher – until he was in between your breasts, smearing your arousal all over your skin before his lips finally collided with yours.

His small content moan slipped into the kiss as he held your face in his long fingers, offering you kisses sweet and desperate until his gasps turned into rough groans; his leaking bulge pressing persistently into your thigh as he bucked his hips with pleading urgency to be satiated.

He hardly managed to pry himself away to speak his question, stealing kiss after heated kiss and muddying his words as he muttered against your lips with eyes shut.

“Could I—should we—can I please fuck you? I need to feel you ‘round my cock. So so fucking bad, baby. I need to feel this gorgeous pussy stretch out for me.”

“I—fuck, Jason. Just—dammit—just do it, you needy fuck.”

Jason stopped all movement. He leaned back far enough to take in your face; sweat beaded at your brow, hair disheveled and dampened against your forehead, lips parted and panting. You were truly a sight. He raised a stern brow at you despite the grin fighting to take over his face, one of his hands slowly tugging his boxers down.

“You keep giving me that attitude and see what I’ll do to you.”

You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to throw back a gibe at him before the words withered into a shrill gasp. That was when he hoisted you on his hips with a small grunt, his large palms curling firmly into your skin. Instinctively, you hooked your legs around his waist moments before he thrusted you back against the wall and stole the air from your lungs.

Jason pressed his mouth to your ear, already pushing his hips up to yours to tease your soppy cunt with the head of his cock, giving you just the slightest taste of what was to come.

“I’ll fuck you sore, sweetheart. Don’t fucking try me.”

You clicked your tongue, noticing how Jason went stiff against you at the small sound, anticipating whatever clever remark that was going to roll off your tongue next.

“You’re all talk, Jason. All bark and no fucking bite.”

He scoffed under your ear, offering you only a false lull, leaving you waiting for his reaction with burning thrill building up deep in the pit of your stomach, as if he was planning his next move in that moment of silence that you spent trying not to squirm in his arms.

Jason lifted you silently before sitting you back down, the swollen tip of his cock prodding into your slit. Your walls clenched instinctively around him as his thick length tried to plunge deeper into you. You whimpered. God, he was so big.

“Mmm—so fucking tight—” he cut himself off with a loud gasp as you squeezed him again. “Sto—stop it. I’m gonna fucking cum already if you keep doing that.”

But you couldn’t help it. Your cunt burned and stretched, making much needed room for Jason’s size. He barely moved. And when he did, a loud moan would stop him again. You could feel him throbbing, his cock hardly even half way inside you, yet.

“Shit. Don’t think I can make it, baby—please. Just—just try to relax a bit. You’re fucking killing me.” A defeated groan escaped him. “Fuck it. Come here.”

He tugged you forward, his lips finding your neck and restarting the trail of warm kisses along your skin. His mouth teased your earlobe, his heated breaths fanning across the shell of your ear and waking goosebumps down your back.

“Touch yourself.” A vague noise of confusion caught in your throat. His kisses didn’t once let up when he spoke again. “Go ahead now.”

You slipped a tentative hand between the crammed space between your bodies until your fingers found your clit, sensitive to the touch now. You grimaced but, nevertheless, let your fingers press firmly down on yourself. Jason began whispering hoarsely against your ear.

“Start making circles ‘round that clit for me. Nice and slow. That’s it. Just like that. Good girl. Take it easy now. Don’t make yourself cum, yet.”

Your throat gripped with short piercing whines as the dull ache in your core waned into pulsating pleasure and you had to resist picking up the speed on yourself as Jason continued to guide you patiently.

You were slowly loosening up. You could feel yourself slowly sinking farther down on Jason’s cock the longer you touched yourself. He carefully tried again, sliding his cock deeper into you only to be faced with much little resistance this time.

Jason pressed his mouth to your neck to smother his moans as he began moving at a steady pace, bucking his hips up to yours and heaving a small grunt each time you glided back down on his shaft. You felt delightfully full, your walls perfectly framing his cock, easing more and more into taking more of him inside you.

He could hardly manage a word through the heavy pants that left his mouth, the praises on his tongue broken by each thrust and gasp of breath. Yet, he remained generous with them, not once neglecting to remind you how good you were doing.

“Good fucking girl—taking my cock so well. Yeah, keep—touching yourself like that.”

And you only listened and followed, bouncing up and down in Jason’s arms as he fucked himself senseless into you and your next orgasm loomed over you. A muttered succession of curses rushed through his teeth as he felt your walls tightening around him again.

“You close?” He croaked. You nodded, a soft moan punctuating your response. His voice swooped high and staggered with gasps, turning into a quivering whimper as he spoke his next words, “I can feel you fucking throbbing. Shit.”

Soon, Jason’s breaths have grown loud and erratic, his chest heaving unevenly against yours as his own orgasm approached rapidly. His pace was relentless now, his arms holding you tightly against the wall for leverage.

His moans slowly tapered into an accension of melodious whines in your ear as he finally came apart inside you, brimming you whole with his thick cum. His filling warmth was enough to propel you over with him; and you buried your face in his neck as the crushing wave of your next orgasm took hold of your body in shuddering pulses.

His pace gradually slowed, his damp forehead pressed tenderly against yours as he drank in generous gulps of air. His body trembled, breaths ragged yet finally returning to an even pace when he finally set you back down on your feet, wincing with a hiss as he freed his cock from your pussy that still gripped tightly onto him.

You could feel yourself gush with his cum when he, at last, released from you, the warm trail rushing down your thighs. Jason eyed the pale stream and swallowed, pupils visibly blowing wider again as his lip rolled back between his teeth, his cock already reacting to the sight. But he shook his head and smiled softly at you, raising his chin to look at you with a newfound admiration in his eyes.

“That was crazy…” you muttered, voice roiled with a breathy chuckle, already reaching for your pants on the ground. “Good crazy?” You heard him ask as you began to dress and you offered a simple but jovial “mhm-hmm”, peeking over your shoulder to smile at him.

You craned your neck to peer over the slope of the precipice at where the vampire once was only to find the corpse to be now on its own.

“Looks like it got bored and left.” You remarked, finishing fastening your vest.

Jason stepped up beside you, now fully clothed and his arms cradling his rifle once again, and followed the path of your gaze down the opening of the cave. You heard him hum dryly and when you turned to look at him, a pursed smile was on his flushed lips.

“Let’s hope it stays that way. Come on. Let’s move.” he said curtly, his tone loud and demanding as if he was speaking to his subordinate soldier; already walking ahead of you to the edge of the cliff. He paused momentarily to turn his shoulder and address you again. “Stay close. You got a weapon—besides that knife right there?” He waved a hand at the glinting blade that flipped absentmindedly between your fingers.

Your silence was all the answer he needed to reach for his holster and brandish his pistol, twirling it on a finger before handing it to you handle first. A courteous smile adorned his lips as you took the gun and cocked it, taking the cue to lead the way out of the tunnel.

You followed close behind, cautioned eyes watching for movements in the shadows until you made it into an opening – a vast room of debris. Up ahead in the darkness of yet another cavern came rushing two orbs of pale light and a set of hurried footsteps. Jason quickly turned to you to say something but it was already too late for any assurances.

You cowered back a few steps, gun clutched tightly as two American soldiers hastened into the dull light of the vicinity; one of them – you assumed to be the leader – immediately demanded for you to drop your weapon but you held your ground with a scowl.

Jason stood between you and his comrades, arms raised and shielding you from their assaulting barrels. As if he could protect you from the bullets once they came soaring at you.

“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. She’s with me.” He tried to pacify the tension but to no avail.

The fair-haired man didn’t yield, only lifting his head slightly to address Jason with a curt tone. “With all due respect, Lieutenant, we can’t let an enemy soldier walk freely when we have bigger issues at hand. Tell her to drop her gun or I’ll shoot.”

Jason looked back at you, utterly defeated. His wide eyes glowed dully, mouth hanging agape with unspoken words. He then heaved a sigh, shaking his head as a dirty look crossed his face.

“Fucking shit—fine! I’ll take care of her.”

“What—”

His glared turned to you and you swallowed back your complaint, your fingers growing loose on the pistol. He accepted the coil of rope from the other soldier before walking closer to you, another hand stretching out and beckoning the gun in your hands with a twist of his fingers.

Perplexed and frustrated, you dropped the weapon on the man’s palm and watched it slide back inside his holster. He circled you, taking your arm and pressing it close to the other before wrapping the rope around your wrists.

Panic simmered deep in your chest even though your face showed otherwise. You gritted your teeth, fingers flexing into fists against your back.

Jason’s fingers brushed past your shoulder blade. You would assume it was merely accidental until you noticed the lingering warmth of his skin over your shirt. As the two other Americans turned to walk away, Jason leaned into your neck, his whisper against your ear raising goosebumps along your back once again.

“I won’t let ‘em lay a finger on you. You’re my responsibility.”

You released a long sigh. “How romantic of you.”

“Can’t help it,” you could hear the grin in his voice – and his warm breath on your neck before his lips pressed a slow kiss to your skin. “I’m a damn good lover.”

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yeslieutenant · 2 years

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I Meant That Shit

A/N: HAPPY 2ND DAY OF KINKTOBER. Prompt for Day 2 - Breeding!

Warnings: Swearing, P in V SMUT, breeding kinkkkkk. Couple uses of the word “daddy”.

Word Count: 492

“Fuck doll- God keep doin’ that baby,” the marine growls, his fingers tightening on my hips as they undulate over his cock, my fingers squeezing his knees. His dark amber orbs roam the lengths of my skin, lingering on my neck, breasts, and navel, before they lock on his erection as it slides back inside my wet heat.

“Do you wanna come inside me, Daddy?” I say, my arms beginning to shake at the exertion, and I tighten them, attempting to lock my elbows. The motions don’t escape Jason’s damned perception, and he’s quick to react, flipping my much smaller body under his. Jason smiles, pushing some locks of my soft hair, firm muscles and surprisingly soft skin pushing against mine as I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to bring his lips down to mine. The tender smile quickly morphes into a teasing smirk as he pushes his hips forward, tip kissing my cervix and all but forcing the air from my lungs.

“Does my baby girl want me to fill her up? Hmm?” His drawled voice is strong, lacking the broken panting it was so full of before. I feel my head nod, the motion practically involuntary at this point and I hear a light chuckle from the marine above me as his hips begin a fast rhythm, riding off the momentum I built up while riding him.

“Something funny, LT?” I ask, almost certain he won’t be able to make a single word out with the muffled gasps that break up the sassy question.

“Oh nothin’, doll,” he mumbles against my neck, hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. “Just waiting for that pretty little pussy to squeeze my cock so I can paint it white.” My body shudders, walls tightening around his still pistoning length. “Oh you like that idea, baby? Want me to fuck my babies into you?” My reaction is impossible to hide when he’s this close. My eyes slip shut, a high pitched moan ripping from my throat as his dexterous fingers slide down, rubbing fast circles onto my clit. “Come for daddy, baby. Let me get you pregnant, baby.”

The knot in my belly snaps, waves of white heat coursing through me like a tidal wave. My hands clench in his chestnut locks, a long groan leaving Jason’s pink lips at the sensation as he buries himself one last time, growled expletives and my name spilling out as he releases. I expect him to pull out, flop to my side with a huff, pulling me close until my cheek rests against the solid muscles in his chest. But he doesn’t.

Jason’s cock stays put, slowly softening inside me.

“Jase, babe? What are you doing?” I giggle parts of the question, post-coitial high evident.

“I told you I was gonna knock you up, doll. I meant that shit,” he says with a small smirk. This man is gonna be the death of me.

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Jason Kolchek is the type of guy who will kiss you while your chewing gum or eating a sweet, then proceed to chock on said sweet, and claim it "worth it".

As well as Jean Pierre Polnareff.

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bubblesreplies · 2 years

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Call Me Jason, One More Time (NSFW, 18+!)

Jason Kolchek X Female Reader

Oneshot (LONG)

A/n: Hello everybody! Here I am back with this GIGANTIC MONSTROSITY OF A FIC I ACCIDENTALLY CREATED! It was a requested oneshot based on this ask. Anon, whoever you are, thank you for requesting! I'm so sorry for how long it took to put this out there, but your request really challenged me and I feel really proud of how I executed it. I hope that it's everything you wanted and more!! As always, please mind the tags and if I missed anything---especially anything insensitive or triggering---please let me know! Message if you want to be put on any of my taglists, for specific fics or for a specific character!

WARNINGS AND TAGS: NSFW MINORS DNI!!!!!, Sex (oral sex fem receiving, p in v), sexual talk and sexual situations, female!reader, medic!reader, only woman on the base scenario, set AFTER house of ashes, Jason is awkward, over-protective Jason, Jason has PTSD from house of ashes, unhealthy communication, sexual tension, insubordination, sex jokes, rebellious!reader, shooting, violence, canon-typical violence, blackmail, love confessions, angst, fluff, humor, Jason is a boob guy, sexism, swearing, dom!Jason, sub!reader, semi-public sex, mentions of house of ashes, fit!Jason, Jason singles reader out multiple times, reader has long-ish hair, Jason is sort of an idiot, sassy!reader, arguing, stuck in a closet together trope, bondage, mild bdsm, brief mentions of a war, mentions of police, FBI, original characters, name-calling, taking anger out on people who did literally nothing to you lol, consent is sexy, idiots

Word Count: 18k (yes, you read that right)

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2005

TWO YEARS AFTER THE HOUSE OF ASHES

THE air tasted salty in your mouth as you breathed it in, fresh, humid, and bright this morning in Indiana. Your very first official station with the Marine Corps. You had to fight back your eyes watering as you stepped off the helo, your eyes catching the gaze of what would be your new home for the time being.

You’d be the only woman on base—a fact that was just as exhilarating as it was terrifying—and you’d made sure to straighten up your uniform and outfit before taking even a single step off of this helicopter. You sucked in a sharp breath—the men twenty feet ahead of you, staring and smiling at you was incredibly intimidating—and you took your first tentative steps toward them, an excited smile across your face. You held tight to your suitcase and your medkit, and knowing that they hadn’t ever had a medic on base, you were anxious.

Here I am, Dad, you echoed inside of your head, knowing with every fiber of your being that he could hear you, wherever he was now. I made it, finally; just like you. I’m going to make you proud.

“Private L/n,” a man greeted you, thrusting his hand towards you and you shook it, a bright smile on your face. “Welcome to camp, Marine. I’m Sergeant Nick Kay.”

“Sergeant Kay,” you repeated with a nod and a salute. “You can call me Y/n.” Your eyes followed the line of soldiers, some of who were elbowing each other and whispering, looking you up and down like they hadn’t seen a woman Marine in their lives. Maybe they hadn’t.

“Normally Lieutenant Kolchek would be out here to greet you, but he had some business to attend to and sent me,” Nick explained, sending a warning glare to the other soldiers who were watching the two of you. “He’ll be happy to hear you’ve arrived safe and timely.”

“Oh,” you mildly replied, a tight smile on your face as you watched the other soldiers disperse, still watching you carefully. “So, being on time is important to him, then?” Nick side-eyed you a little bit, opening the door in front of you and gesturing for you to walk in.

“Being timely is important to any Marine, L/n,” he enforced, and you winced, mentally berating yourself already. Way to go, Y/n, saying something completely stupid within the first five minutes of arriving here. Amazing.

“Right, yes—of course,” you reiterated, letting Nick—Sergeant Kay—lead you down the winding hallways of the camp. “Um, so, where’s my room? Or the medbay? Or do you need me to do—”

“Relax, Y/n,” Sergeant Kay chuckled, taking your suitcase swiftly from your hands and shaking his head. “I’m aware that this is your first command, but you have nothin’ to worry about. Both Lieutenant Kolchek and I have worked with women on base before, and while we ain’t ever had a medic, I can only imagine that it’ll be a welcome change all around.”

You smiled gratefully up at him and he led you up a big flight of stairs, stopping in front of a door with your name on it. “I know it might be awkward, at first, being the only woman on base, but I hope you find that these are a great group of boys here. Although, if you should have any problems, your room is right in between mine and Lieutenant Kolchek’s. Both of us are here for you, should any issues arise or anything happens to you. Alright?”

“Yes sir,” you responded, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks as your anxiety finally began to truly catch up with you. “Our Lieutenant, then—he’s a good one?” Nick beamed at your question and nodded, opening up your door and gesturing for you to walk in.

“One of the best, ma’am,” he answered, nodding towards your open door. “We’ve scheduled you some downtime to get settled in, but be downstairs in an hour to meet with Lieutenant Kolchek about your specific assignments. Good luck, Y/n.”

You swiftly nodded at his words, taking your room key from his hands, and smiling at him as he walked away. Well, so far so great, you mused. Sure, you’d said a couple of really not well thought out things, but nothing that he could really hold against you. Everything could be chalked up to nerves—which, it was—and you were pretty certain that, now that you had an hour to yourself, you could take some time to unwind and be ever-professional for your Lieutenant.

Unfortunately, the second you’d laid down on your tiny cot, it was lights out for you.

You woke up sometime later, eyes blinking wearily and limbs stretching and popping from the uncomfortable position that you’d accidentally fallen asleep in. With one last yawn, you looked over to the dingy, old alarm clock that lay on the desk next to you, squinting as you took in the time.

“Oh, fuck!” You screeched as you hauled ass out of bed, straightening up your uniform and practically jumping out the door. You’d been stressed and tired, accidentally fallen asleep when you should’ve been unpacking your stuff, and now you were five minutes late for your meeting with your new Lieutenant.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought to yourself as you rushed down the hallway, ignoring the pointed stares and whispers from your fellow Marines as you did so. Of course you’d managed to fuck up the single most important task you’d gotten since arriving here, and you were certain that your new Lieutenant—who Sergeant Kay had already fucking told you was a stickler for timeliness—was not going to be overly willing to overlook this stupid mistake. Even if it was completely out of character for you.

You pushed open a door that had the name Lieutenant Jason Kolchek written on it, red-faced and out of breath, and completely embarrassed. As soon as you fully entered the room, the man across the table whipped up, his nose previously studying a thick book, something that looked like a history tome.

You were a little embarrassed to admit it, but the very first thing that you noticed was how hot he was. Chiseled jawline, rich brown hair, caramel eyes—that were currently staring at you with a disapproving frown.

To be fair, you were pretty sure that you saw Jason check you out, as well; his eyes briefly did a onceover down your form, and he gulped in a way that looked a little bit painful. Your eyes wandered down, too, checking out his gigantic textbook: Vampires: A History. You were still spacing out, shocked in his bizarre choice of literature, but you were soon snapped out of it by his next words.

“Private L/n, I assume?” Lieutenant Kolchek’s voice was dry, dark, and bland. As if he had better things to do than sit here and talk with you. You were immediately put off, and about to speak your mind about it, when you immediately remembered your place…and his.

“Yes,” you answered, clearing your throat nervously and taking a seat across from him. He eyed you sharply, his brown eyes following your every move. You watched him right back, not intimidated by his gaze, and waited for him to continue speaking.

“You’re late,” he responded with a scoff, leaning back in his chair and raising an unamused eyebrow, glaring down at you mistrustfully. “S’posed to be here about ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flared red and you stared down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. Reminding yourself to be strong and assertive—you were a woman Marine, after all, and you couldn’t afford to be submissive—you looked up again, into Lieutenant Kolchek’s eyes and nodded.

“I apologize, sir,” you started confidently, unwavering under his steely, hard eyes. “I… didn’t realize how tired I was when I arrived, and I made the mistake of lying down on my bed, so I accidentally fell asleep—”

“L/n,” Jason interrupted you, holding out a hand to stop you from talking. “With all due respect, I don’t need your excuses. I just need you to be better.”

Well, wow; you’d been here for all of two hours and you were already falling behind your peers. Fucking awesome.

“Um…yes, sir.” That stinging at the corner of your eyes was not tears of embarrassment. Nope. Absolutely not—not right now, no. You were fine, absolutely fine, and you would not let anything like this get to you. “Sorry, I promise that this isn’t a reflection on my medical expertise—”

“Your hair,” Jason suddenly interrupted, and you jumped, startled. He seemed completely transfixed; brown, deep eyes full of some sort of strange wonder fixed on the strands of hair falling down and around your face. As if he were mesmerized by it, bewitched by the way your hair grew and placed itself on your head.

Thinking he was about to comment something nice about it—or maybe tell you you’d somehow gotten something stuck in it—you raised a hand up to your head, confused.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” you responded, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. “My hair…?”

Your voice seemed to snap Jason out of his trance, and he startled too, his awestruck eyes clearing and becoming sharp once again.

“It’s down,” Jason snarled, springing up from his seat in frustration, turning around and running a hand down his face. “Did’ya even read the dress code before you became one of us, L/n?! Hair needs to be cut or worn the fuck up.”

Whoa; you had no idea how you making two tiny little mistakes—like sleeping in a little bit later and accidentally wearing your hair down—warranted this kind of anger, but you were officially pissed off yourself.

“I think I can find that medbay myself,” you hissed back, rising up from the seat you’d taken and hastily throwing your hair back into the Marine-approved hairstyle. “Thanks for…whatever the fuck this was, Jason.”

You heard his hands slam down onto his desk rather than saw it, and you whipped your head towards him your eyes meeting his and both of them hardening.

“Marine, you will address me by my title,” Jason growled back, leaning on his palms in what you assumed was an attempt to intimidate you. You didn’t take the bait, instead leaning your own palms on Jason’s desk, on the inside of his, leaning in until your noses were practically touching.

Nobody moved. Not even a fucking muscle.

“Fine,” you agreed, not even sure how this entire meeting had spiraled so far out of control that you were practically defying your Lieutenant. Your eyes found their way down to his lips of their own accord—plump, firm, wet. You licked your own lips, looking back into his eyes. “Whatever you say, Lieutenant Kolchek.”

You turned on your heel and walked away without so much as a second glance; however, as you exited the room, you could see Jason’s reflection in the door’s window.

He shivered.

* * * * *

“YOU know, you’re actually pretty cool, Y/n,” Johnny Cusack, your closest and simultaneously most annoying friend on base commented.

You looked up from the paper you’d been absent-mindedly doodling on, waiting for Lieutenant Kolchek—ugh— and Sergeant Kay to make their appearances and brief you all on the new training happening for the rest of the month.

“Uh, yeah?” You agreed, slightly offended at his observation. “That’s, like, that’s not a secret, though—you know, it’s the actually part I’m getting stuck on, here.”

Johnny only laughed at your fumble, ruffling your hair much like an older brother would a younger sister, despite being much younger than you. You glared at him, retying your hair back as you anxiously checked the door for Lieutenant Kolchek.

“Relax, he ain’t here yet,” Johhny reassued you, watching as your chest fell in exhalation.

“You know I don’t need another write-up on my record,” you reminded him, sneering at the past few instances in your mind. You’d been here for three months now, and it seemed that whenever you had the misfortune to be in the same room as Lieutenant Kolchek, he would find a reason to write you up, a reason to kick you out of the group for a little bit while you’d be stuck cleaning bathrooms or doing extra paperwork. Usually with some poor sap of a Marine who’d gotten caught up in the butt of your joke, or snickered at you when you got in trouble.

You had no idea just what you’d done to deserve it, but Jason absolutely hated you. That much you knew. Whether it was the fact that you were a woman, or that you were green in the field, you had no fucking idea. All you knew was that he seemed to be much harder on you than he was on everybody else, and it was pissing you off.

“You just gotta ride through it, ‘til you ain’t the newest Marine here anymore,” Johnny insisted, a statement you’d heard from him only about a million times before. “They’re always harder on the new ones. Wanna make sure you can handle bein’ here.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hissed back, your pencil pushing harder on your doodle in your frustration, breaking the tip. “You really tryin’ to tell me that Jason isn’t any harder on me than he was on any of you?!”

“He was hard on us!” Johnny insisted.

“I didn’t say he wasn’t hard on you,” you growled back, shoving his shoulder slightly with the palm of your hand to get his attention. “But was he as hard on you as he is on me?”

You were furiously sharpening your pencil with your dinky little sharpener, and you finally looked up at Johnny when he’d been silent for too long. His lips were pursed, his nose scrunched, like he was thinking back on something.

“Well, maybe not as hard,” Johhny admitted. “But, I don’t know, Y/n—maybe it’s just ‘cause he doesn’t see medics as real Marines.”

“That’s ridiculous—!”

“Or, maybe it’s ‘cause he just ain’t ever had the chance to see you in combat,” Johnny finished, throwing an arm around you and resting it there. “Gotta earn that respect, Marine.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled back, continuing your absent-minded doodling on your itinerary. “Like it’s my fault we haven’t ever been in a warzone. Trust me, if we ever were in a warzone, Kolchek would be lucky to have me there with you. I’m a damn good doctor—”

“It’s not like you help the situation, either,” Johnny reminded you, with a sharp look on his face. “You’re always eggin’ it on, makin’ jokes at his expense or blatantly ignoring basic rules. It’s almost like you like the attention from Jason, Y/n—”

“Are you insinuating what I think that you’re insinuating?!” You interrupted, your voice rising in pitch as you threw your pencil down onto the table, throwing Johnny’s arm off of you and jabbing his chest with a sharp finger. “‘Cause you better fucking not be, Cusack, I’ll kick your ass!”

Johnny laughed back at you, throwing his arms up in defense and shaking his head at you. “Alright, alright! I’ll quit teasin’ you about your annoyingly obvious crush on Lieutenant Kolchek!”

“There is no ‘annoyingly obvious’ crush on Lieutenant Kolchek!” You screeched, placing your heel on the front of his chair and pushing him over, watching as he scrambled to catch himself before he hit the ground. You stepped over him, legs on either side of his body as you reached a hand down to help him up, despite being the one that pushed him over.

“Okay, Y/n! Geez! Whatever you—”

Of course, Jason would choose that exact moment to enter the room, a slew of Marines including Sergeant Kay following behind him. He eyed the two of you suspiciously, studying Johnny lying on the ground and you, standing suspiciously over the top of him, your chest in his face. Jason’s eyes turned sharp as they landed back on you and his lips pursed.

“Oh, fuck me,” you whispered, hanging your head down as Johnny finally took your hand and helped himself up.

“The two of you better not have been doin’ what it looks like you were doin’,” Jason snarled, his eyes squinting all the more as Johhny bumped into you on his way up, hands grabbing onto your waist for support as he stumbled.

“Shit—uh—no, Lieutenant Kolchek, I-I— I would never,” Johhny stuttered, pushing away from you as if you were a parasite. And on fire. “We were just— I mean, I—my chair—”

“Alright, Casanova,” you hissed back at Johnny, shooting him an unappreciative glare. “I’ll take this from here.” You stepped around your friend, arms crossed over your chest and raising your chin so that your eyes could level with Lieutenant Kolchek’s. “As you can see, Lieutenant, I am currently fully clothed and intact, so whatever you think you saw, you’re wrong. And you need to get your eyes checked.”

“Excuse me, Marine?!”

“Unfortunately, while I am a doctor, I’m not an eye doctor, so you’re gonna have to struggle with your piss-poor vision until you can find one,” you finished, taking a step closer to Jason, keeping your eyes locked with his, feeling the rush of adrenaline flood your veins.

Maybe Johnny was right; maybe you sort of did like making trouble.

Jason glared right back at you before he scoffed, breaking eye contact quickly and shaking his head.

“Y/n, I ain’t got time for your shit today,” he replied, bending down to set Johnny’s chair upright and gesturing towards it. “If the two of you would kindly take a seat, we have some news to go over regardin’ some assignment changes.”

You yawned—you weren’t trying to piss Jason off, although you couldn’t help but feel like it would be an added bonus if you did—and it got his attention enough that he turned back towards you, his eyes falling quickly toward the piece of paper he’d laid out for you on the table.

“Y/n, is that—” he groaned, running a hand down his face and his teeth clenching as he stared at your now-decorated itinerary. “Did you seriously color all over your itinerary?!”

All you could manage to do was grin cheekily back at him, picking up the paper and pointing a single finger to a nicely decorated, drawn-on doodle of a party hat, with a piece of shit underneath it.

“Do you like it?” You asked, your eyes studying him for any and every reaction that he would give you. “That’s you, Jason; the Party Pooper.”

There was a collective sound of Marines holding their breaths—and their laughter—in. You heard, rather than saw, Johnny’s head hitting the desk with a groan as he desperately tried to unassociate himself with you.

Jason’s jaw was clenched so tightly now that you thought he might shatter his own teeth.

He leaned in close to you, hands resting on the table behind you as his face became insufferably close to yours.

“As I said before, I ain’t got time for your shit today, Y/n,” Jason whispered darkly, his brown eyes staring intensely into yours. “Remember your damn place Marine; to you, it’s Lieutenant Kolchek. Call me Jason one more fuckin’ time—see what happens.”

That really shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

* * * * *

“NAH, man, I swear—couple years back, they was bumpin’ uglies,” Ricky insisted, as you all sat around the round table, a deck of cards laid out amongst all six Marines. “Sergeant Kay and his Colonel’s wife. Swear on my life, that’s the truth.”

“I smell bullshit,” you argued back, pretending not to notice all of the men watching your hands with fascination as you expertly shuffled the deck of cards. “Nick’s way too nice for that.”

“Shit, Y/n, don’t let the Lieutenant hear you call him Nick,” Johnny hissed in warning at you, pointing his finger across the room at Jason, who was having a cold one with the Sergeant Kay in question. There was actually a smile on his face. Who knew he had it in him?

“He can’t hear me,” you replied nonchalantly, shooting Jason a smile when he happened to pass his gaze over you. He quickly looked away, turning back to Nick seriously as they discussed what looked to be something much more grim than your current conversation.

“Ah, good old Lieutenant Kolchek,” Matthew, one of the cruder Marines, cut in. “That man has a stick so far up his ass. He could benefit from some good old-fashioned no-pants dancing.”

You all snickered quietly at that, so as not to draw any attention from the man in question.

“Yeah, he’s definitely a hard-ass,” Ricky agreed. He turned to you then, chewing on a toothpick as he smiled. “Definitely hates you, Y/n.”

“Or maybe he just has a hard-on for making me miserable,” you remarked instantly, causing the men at the table to laugh in an uproar. “Y’know, maybe that’s his thing. Maybe he beats one out to the thought of me cleaning bathrooms while he’s alone in his room.”

“Hey, now there’s an idea!” Matthew chimed in again, leaning across the table with a gleam in his eyes as he stared straight into your apprehensive ones. “Maybe you should take one for the team, Y/n. Let him get down with you.”

You only snorted back, even though you were more affected by his words than you let on, the image of you and Jason twirling together in a bunch of ivory sheets playing rent-free in your mind. “And, by that you mean…?”

You were playing dumb—Johnny knew it by the sound of his groan—but the rest of the men at the table leaned back in their chairs uncomfortably, not wanting to have this conversation with—gasp!---a girl.

Matthew saw right through it though, a glint in his eye as he leaned in even closer to you, daring to stroke the back of your hand with his pinky finger. “Oh, you know what I mean, Y/n— you could let the Good Lieutenant practice his bedroom rodeo.”

You laughed out loud at that, using the motion of your body to pull away from Matthew’s touch. He was cute, you liked flirting, and let’s be honest here—you hadn’t gotten any since you arrived here on base—but he was absolutely not your type.

Your type, unfortunately, was sitting across the way with a stick up his ass.

Still, you wondered if this little flirting could be a bit of a release for you—or, it could backfire and create even more unnecessary sexual tension—but you leaned into it regardless, shooting a stray gaze towards Jason’s table.

He was watching you.

With a smirk, you turned back to Matthew as you said, “What, you mean like a little foxtrot uniform charlie kilo?” The men laughed at that again, all except for Johnny, who sent you an exasperated glance, begging you to quit while you were ahead.

“Yeah, a little wettin’ the willy,” Matthew replied, his own chuckle escaping his lips at the ridiculous phrase. You giggled too, about to throw another one in, when one of the quieter men decided to join in.

“Using a telescope to explore the black hole?”

“Takin’ the skinboat to tuna town!”

“Wam, bam, thank you ma’am!”

“Drivin’ Miss Daisy!”

“A visit from old one-eye.”

“Okay, okay!” You interrupted in a fit of giggles, throwing your hands up in surrender. “You know, maybe I’ll take y’all up on it, after all—I could invite Lieutenant Kolchek up to my extremely tiny room, guide him over to my even smaller cot, and have myself a hot beef injection—”

“And just what in the fuckin’ hell is goin’ on here?!”

You weren’t sure if Jason’s voice sobered you or just excited you more, but you turned around in your chair, suave as ever, with a big, painted smile on your face.

“Oh, y’know,” you answered with a faux yawn, stretching your arms and extending your rib cage in the process, showing off the girls. “Just a little Marine talk.”

“Is that so?” Jason questioned quietly, steely, his hands clenched into fists as he leered down at you. “Y/n, go finish the paperwork we all started today. Alone.”

“WHAT?!” You rose from your seat then, absolutely pissed, as you gaped up at Jason’s impassive face. “Are you fucking kidding me, Kolchek? Why me?”

“Because you were makin’ highly inappropriate sexual comments about a fellow soldier,” Jason replied, deadpan. Emotionless. “I ain’t kiddin’, Y/n. Paperwork. Now.”

“No, this is moronic!” You fought back, your voice hitting a note of hysteria. “I wasn’t the only one making sexual innuendos, we all were—”

“Did I stutter?” Jason bellowed back, pointing an aggressive finger out the door. “Paperwork, Y/n. Now.” You hesitated for a moment, tears springing to the corners of your eyes and your nails digging crescent moons into the palms of your hands. “Do as you’re told, Marine!”

You pushed past Jason angrily, bumping your shoulder harshly into him as you stalked out of the room, heading to the office to finish everybody’s job.

You made a resolve, right then and there:

Lieutenant Jason Kolchek was not interested in you.

Quit trying.

* * * * *

IT was hot outside.

Really fucking hot outside.

You all were finally getting a much-needed break after a long day of physical training, the last day of training for the week. Finally; you’d worked way too damn hard trying to prove yourself, and you were paying for it, now. You were exhausted, starving, and hot.

You were all in more casual wear today, and you had found a stolen moment alone, beneath a tree in a darkened area of land. Taking the time to yourself, you undid the first few buttons on your tanktop, letting the tip-top of your rounded breasts show and glisten under the little ray of sun shining down on you. A long, glistening bead of sweat slithered in between your two mounds and you let it, throwing your head back and letting your hair down to give your aching head a rest.

You sighed

“Y/N!”

Your brief, stolen moment of peace, quiet, and relaxation was taken much too quickly, and you startled, jumping from your spot in the shade, your breasts bouncing as you did so. Your eyes opened upon none other than Lieutenant Jason Kolchek, and his eyes were having a very hard time retreating from your exposed, shining breasts.

An idea formed in your mind—potentially a very bad idea, admittedly, but Jason was right here in front of you, and he couldn’t stop staring, mouth agape, practically a line of drool falling out of it.

You reached a hand up and, testing the waters, swiped a line of sweat off from the tops of your breasts, watching Jason’s eyes grow wider as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away from your body.

As if he were being doused with a bucket of ice-cold water, Jason startled himself, tearing his eyes viciously away from your breasts and over to your face. His breath was fast and hot, his hands shaking, and his eyes were wide and scared, maybe even slightly ashamed of whatever thoughts lie beneath them.

You grinned, knowing you had not only shocked him, but you had unraveled him as well. Now you knew just how affected by you he actually was.

Jason’s eyes whipped over to you, and he covered them with a hand, downcasting them to the ground as he physically recoiled away from you.

“Marine—dress code,” was all he said, but his words were strangled by a choking gasp as they made their way out of his throat. As if he himself didn’t even want to say it, or maybe he just didn’t know what to do. He was almost malfunctioning just from the sight of you; you’d thrown him completely off his guard, made him nervous, and he was affected by you. Or, at the very least, by your body.

You could work with that.

Grinning eagerly, you re-did the buttons of your tanktop, watching Jason slowly remove his hand as you did, his eyes warily watching you do up your shirt and pull back your hair.

“Is that better, Lieutenant?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes innocently up at him even as you leaned forward, putting what was left of your showing chest on display.

Jason gulped, visibly and audibly, and he shook his head.

“That’s a week,” he answered hoarsely, walking backward away from you on shaky legs. “That’s bathrooms for—for a week.”

And then he was gone.

* * * * *

JASON seemed to be avoiding you.

Ever since the dress code incident.

It’d been nearly a week since you last saw him at all, let alone heard any word from him on anything that you should be doing. You hadn’t even done the bathrooms like you were supposed to, just to test the waters again, and you still didn’t hear anything from him.

Something was wrong.

It wasn’t until late one Saturday night when you were getting ready to go to bed when you heard a bloodcurdling scream that you realized just how wrong something actually was.

You immediately jumped into action, dressed in only tight spandex and a sports bra you’d been using to sleep in, snatching your lengthy medkit from the side of your bed and rushing out the door of your bedroom.

The base was in chaos.

You didn’t know how you’d missed it before, but now you could clearly hear the sound of gunshots ringing through the hall.

Oh no, oh no, oh no—

You ran without thinking, ran past stray, flying bullets down the hall as you aimlessly ducked and covered, strange men in black ski masks and black clothing littering the halls, trying to find Marines, and shooting when they did.

Fuck, you thought to yourself, tears falling from the edges of your eyes as you realized that you couldn’t see a single Marine anywhere—just you. You instantly turned into a darkened corner, concealing yourself and the medkit as well as you could while these terrifying enemies ran past, looking for soldiers like you.

What the fuck is going on?

When you finally saw an opening, you ran for it, as fast as you possibly could down the hallway towards the front door of the building. You hoped that most everyone else was already out, and judging by the fact that you couldn’t see anybody, you assumed that to be the case.

How long had this been going on? Why had nobody come to find you?!

You pushed that last thought far, far from your head because surely someone thought of you. They were probably looking for you, now.

You were almost to the front door when one of them found you, cutting off your path to the front door; and although you couldn’t see his face, you could see the upturn of his eyes.

He was smiling.

“I’VE GOT ONE!” He yelled, causing all of the masked men in the near vicinity to pause and turn towards you, guns ablazing.

“Oh, shit,” you whispered to yourself, whipping your head around frantically to find any means of escape, beginning to silently plead for your life when you found not one. “Shit!”

You decided to take a risk, anyway; there were more behind you then there were in front of you, so you pushed ahead, ducking and dodging as you heard the sound of gunfire erupting all around you, each of the gunmen there trying to wound you—or worse. You took a sharp left turn down another hallway when you realized you weren’t going to reach the door, yelping as a sharp pain suddenly erupted throughout your left shoulder, your skin feeling like it was being torn apart.

One of their stray bullets must have finally dinged you, and you clutched your shoulder with your same hand, hanging onto the medkit with the opposite one for dear life. You had no idea where you were running to, anymore; all that was ahead of you was the kitchen, the dining hall, and more random bedrooms. No entrances, and no exits.

You were fucked.

You were just about to run straight forward, try your luck hiding in the kitchen, when you suddenly felt a pair of two large hands grab you from behind, hauling you off your feet and nearly knocking the wind out of you with how tightly they wound around your stomach. You barely had the time or room to wheeze before you were being dragged into a supply closet, nearly hidden from view, hearing the click of the lock behind you.

Without thinking, you reared back, striking your opponent’s head with your own in an attempt to get away.

“OW!”

Oh, wait, shit; you knew that voice.

“Y/n—what the fuck?!” Your eyes finally adjusted, much too late, to the darkness enshrouding you, and you were able to make out Jason, who was now standing as far away as he could from you in the tiny supply closet, clutching his head where you’d attacked him mere seconds earlier.

“Oh, shit!” You said for what was probably the fiftieth time. You ran over to him—easy to do in a two-foot wide supply closet—and replaced his hand on his head with your own, inspecting the nasty bruise that you’d left there. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Lieutenant, I—I thought you might be one of…them.” You shivered at the thought, your hand dropping from his forehead, and Jason was still so close to you that he felt it, catching your arm with his hand to steady you.

“That’s fair,” Jason responded, and you looked back up into his eyes, stunned, and found nothing but sincerity within them. Jason was whispering, and you followed suit, lowering your voice so that the men on the outside couldn’t hear the two of you hiding. “I should’ve said somethin’, ‘stead of just draggin’ you into an empty supply closet.”

You let out a breathy laugh at that, and Jason smiled back at you, his eyes falling down your form in the meantime as he inspected you for any wounds.

“You alright?” He asked, his hand that had been on your arm falling down to your hand and holding it so softly, it was almost as if it wasn’t actually his intent. You stood still, frozen, afraid that if you made any sudden movements that he might retract it—because even if he was holding your hand on accident, he was still holding your hand. And you didn’t really want him letting you go.

“I, um, yeah,” you replied lamely, still clutching at your shoulder with your other hand. “I’m fine.”

“If you’re fine, why are you holdin’ yourself like that?!” Jason interrogated, sounding a lot like cared about your well-being, and releasing your hand to wind it over your other one, removing it from your injured shoulder. You knew he’d begun to inspect the wound when you heard his gasp, and you winced. “Fuck, Y/n! You’ve fuckin’ been shot!!”

“Oh, yeah,” you confirmed with a steady nod of your head. “Also that.”

“What the fuck, Y/n? You didn’t think to mention that you got hit?” Jason’s voice was on the edge of hysterical, and you could see the panic behind his eyes, which only confused you more.

“With all due respect, Lieutenant, I am the doctor here,” you reminded him, gently removing his hand from your shoulder and replacing it with your own. “Once we get out of here and into some decent light, I’ll take a look at it; speaking of, what the fuck is going on, and where is everybody else?”

Jason sighed as he ran a hand through his hatless hair. He was wearing blue and black checkerboard pajama pants, and you were just now noticing that he wasn’t even wearing a shirt. He looked like he had just ran out of bed himself.

“Everyone’s outside and accounted for, waitin’ for backup to come in a bunker,” Jason explained, steady eyes darting around your face as he continued to examine you. “Well, everyone but you.”

“And you,” you pointed out, wincing as the action sent flying pain up through your bullet wound. “Why the hell aren’t you out in the bunker?”

“I was out in the bunker,” Jason answered, setting a glare on you. “When I found out you were still missin’, I came back to find you.”

You jerked away in your shock, Jason’s words ringing throughout your brain and sending a flurry of butterflies racing around your chest. He was out of here, safe and sound, and he ran back into the line of fire just to find you? You—who he hated—you?!

“You came—” Your voice was hoarse, choked up with emotion. “You came back for me?” Even in the darkness, you could see Jason’s cheeks darkening, and he ran another nervous hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.

“Well, y’know,” he mumbled, turning away from you and pretending to inspect a nearby shelf. “No man left behind, and…stuff.”

“Right.” And although you were certain that Jason was telling the truth, you were also pretty certain that Jason wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“And by the fuckin’ way, Y/n, where in the hell is your gun?!”

“...oh.” In all of the fear, commotion, and craziness, you hadn’t even thought to bring your gun. All you could think of was your medkit, and the tools that you’d need to help others if they were wounded. “Honestly, I didn’t even think about grabbing it. All I could think about was all of our friends, hurt, and needing my help, so I just…grabbed the medkit and ran. Sorry, that was really stupid of me.”

Jason turned around then, brown eyes wide and gaping at you as if you’d suddenly grown three heads. You guessed it was pretty weird to forget your gun, but you weren’t certain that it warranted this sort of reaction.

“What?!” You cried out, crossing your arms over your chest subconsciously. Your shoulder protested immediately and you hissed, clutching at it again as blood began to seep through your fingers. “Bad idea.”

“Y/n!” Jason was over to you in an instant, hands pushing yours away as he came in close to inspect your wound and apply pressure. You tried not to think about how close and how shirtless he was, but it was hard when his pecs were literally eye-level. “Fuck, Y/n, it’s bleedin’ a lot.”

“Yeah, it feels like it is,” you agreed, eyes fluttering as you suddenly started to feel lightheaded. “Fuck, I’m feeling a little—I’m sort of dizzy, I think?”

“Shit.” Jason instantly hopped behind you, pulling you to him so that your back was to his chest. “C’mere,” he instructed, and you gasped slightly as you felt him lower the two of you to the ground, pulling you into his lap. “You sit here and I’m gonna keep puttin’ pressure on your wound, alright? Hand me the medkit.”

You did as he asked without question; even if you’d wanted to argue, you really didn’t have the strength or the energy to. Instead, you leaned yor head back against his shoulder, absent-mindedly curving your nose into his neck and closing your eyes. You heard the telltale ripping of packaging, wincing as Jason began to clean and dress your wound.

“It’s through-and-through,” Jason informed you, keeping both of his hands tightly pressed against your wound. “That’s good.”

“Yeah,” you recognized, keeping your eyes closed as you took a deep, calming breath, accidentally inhaling Jason’s scent. Sandalwood. “So, um, you never told me what—what’s going on here?”

Jason had shifted from both hands pressing against your wound to just one hand, holding pressure against it and trapping the other side with his chest. His other hand was currently running through your hair soothingly, causing you to let out a pathetic sigh every now and again.

“We’re under some sort of an attack,” he responded, and you leaned further into his hand against your head, feeling his slight smirk against your cheek and not really caring that he’d seen you be a little vulnerable with him. “Seems like they’re tryin’ to send some kinda message to the government and we just…happened to be the closest base to their headquarters.” You stilled at his words and then shivered, the eeriness of it all almost too much to bear.

As hypocritical as it was, you never actually thought that you’d have to see battle during your time here in the Marines. Enlisting after the war ended in Iraq was the safer bet, you thought, but you realized now how stupid that line of thinking was.

And how unprepared for this you might really be.

You opened your eyes again, choosing to focus on your bandaged wound rather than Jason’s alluring hand running through your hair.

“Hey,” you barely uttered, but Jason still heard it, and his eyes flashed over to yours. You turned your face to his evenly and rubbed a thumb against your bandaging, accidentally brushing up against his other hand. “You did a pretty good job with this.”

Jason grinned back at you. “I have some experience,” he admitted, pulling you back into him gently so as not to aggravate your gunshot wound. “Now stay here and lean against me or you’re gonna pass out from the blood loss.”

“Is anyone else hurt?” You asked instead, your mind flashing back to the faces of your friends in a panic. Matthew, Ricky, Johnny—

“There are a few gunshot wounds,” Jason admitted, his hand going still in your hair for just a moment before picking back up again, stroking his hand way too gently through it for somebody who supposedly didn’t like you. “Nothin’ serious. We all got real lucky here tonight.”

“There are wounded soldiers?!” You freaked out, pushing up against him and trying to pick yourself up off of the floor. You were unsuccessful—mostly because Jason held you down—and you scowled at him. “Jason—I have to go! Our men need me, they need the medical supplies!”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not,” Jason growled back at you, reapplying pressure to your wound and silencing you with a glare. “Like I said before, ain’t nothin’ serious. The men’ll be fine, Y/n, and we ain’t goin’ back out there with you injured and God knows how many men still circlin’ around the base!”

You huffed as you leaned back into him, arms crossed over your chest defiantly, despite knowing that he had a very valid point.

“Is Johnny alright?” You finally gathered up the courage to ask, fighting back the feelings that if your only friend was injured, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. When Jason took much too long to answer, you turned back to him worriedly, finding he was only smiling at you.

“Johnny’s fine,” he reassured you, and you held your breath as he cupped your cheek with his free hand, his thumb stroking across your cheekbone tenderly as he stared in wonder down at your face. “You’re really worried about him, huh?”

“Yes,” you admitted softly, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes. “He’s my best friend—probably ever.” Jason smiled kindly at your words, and although you couldn’t see it, there was a debate behind his eyes.

“...two of you together…?” Your eyes shot open at Jason’s question, and you briefly wondered if this whole interaction was really a dream. Or maybe you’d gotten shot and were lying on the floor somewhere, delirious.

Because no way did Lieutenant Jason Kolchek just ask you if you were dating somebody else and sound mildly sad about the possibility.

“Oh, uh, no,” you answered, feeling the burning blush across your cheekbones. “It isn’t, um, like that—I love Johnny, but not that way. He’s an amazing friend, but—he really just isn’t my type.”

The closet became suffocating with silence, and even Jason’s thumb stopped working its path along your cheekbones. It was so tense that you opened your eyes again, finding Jason staring resolutely back at you, determined, as if he had made his mind up about something.

“And what’s, um, what’s your type?” Jason’s voice had grown quiet, and he was holding his breath. As if he were afraid of what your answer might be.

You grinned back at him, wounded shoulder nearly forgotten as you stared into his pensive brown eyes, subconsciously leaning in just a little bit closer to him.

“My type?” You repeated cheekily, although the strangled quality to your voice gave away just how nervous you really were. “Well, that’s easy; strong, brown-eyed, easily annoyed, likes power trips—” Jason’s eyes were watching you closely, very closely, and there was a glint of realization within them. The realization that your ‘type’ was oddly specific. You grinned and decided to continue, both of you knowing without a shadow of a doubt that you were talking about him.

“Sometimes has a stick up his ass, not so easily swayed by adorably rebellious women—”

Jason’s lips were on yours before you could say another word, and you reacted instantly, your hand winding around his neck and intertwining in his hair. Your head tilted sideways as you deepened the kiss and Jason moaned into it, his tongue darting out and meeting yours halfway as the two of you battled for dominance, dancing the same dance that you did every single day, only now with your mouths.

Jason’s hand found its way to your stomach and you sighed pleasurably into his mouth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes when he smirked into your kiss.

“JASON!”

The two of you split apart like you were on fire at the sound of Jason’s radio, and you tensed, sending a quick look towards the door to make sure nobody on the outside heard it. When you looked back over at Jason, he was still staring at you, but now he looked conflicted. Immediately, he cleared his throat, pulling out his radio and turning harshly away from you.

“Nicky!” He greeted in a whisper, also eyeing the locked door. “Not the best time buddy, we’re hidin’ in a closet from those—”

“No, the place is clear,” Nick’s voice rings through the goods news, and both you and Jason let out massive sighs of relief. “You found her, then? Y/n?”

Jason looked back at you then, a tight smile on his face as he nodded towards you. “Yeah, she’s here with me,” Jason confirmed, a huge smile of relief breaking out across his face. “She’s fine, she’s—great.” You smiled back at him then, clutching your shoulder that had finally stopped its bleeding.

“Good, ‘cause my face isn’t,” Nick grumbled, and you raised an eyebrow at Jason, who helped you get to your feet. You noticed that Jason’s face had turned a peculiar shade of red, and although you could tell he was embarrassed, you had no idea why he was embarrassed.

“His face?” You questioned, opening the door and peeking a head outside. Immediately, Jason wound an arm around you, pulling you behind him as he proceeded to check that the coast was clear. You rolled your eyes, having half a mind to lecture him about his ridiculous need to ‘be a man,’ but you were genuinely more curious about Nick. “Is he injured? Oh, fuck, tell me he wasn’t shot in the face!”

“He wasn’t shot in the face,” Jason answered flippantly, bobbing his head towards the open door and giving you a hand out. “Coast is clear.”

“If he wasn’t shot in the face, then what’s wrong with his face?”

“He’s fine, Y/n!” Jason snapped back, turning around towards you with a fierce, cutting scowl. “For once in your life, just let it go—please!”

“Fine,” you grumbled back, both of you breathing another sigh of relief when you saw flashing lights and heard sirens outside. The police had come, thank God; and thank God these idiotic Marines chose to be sensible and get out for once, instead of trying to be the heroes and fight these guys. Granted, if we’d had access to our locked-up weapons artillery on the fly, we could’ve defended ourselves just a little, teensy bit better.

You wondered, not for the first time, where the Marines were who were supposed to be guarding the base tonight. Jason said there had been no serious injuries…

“HANDS UP!” A local officer ordered, and you and Jason eagerly complied, despite the sharp protestations from your injured shoulder. You groaned at the pain, instinctually grasping at your shoulder in agony. The officer shifted his gun towards you and you held your breath, knowing you had fucked up.

“HEY, WAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT!!” Jason screamed back at him, hands out in front of him as he threw his body in front of yours. You gasped, truly shocked that Jason had not only defied an officer’s basic orders, but he threw himself in front of you just in case the officer actually shot. “She’s one of us, sir, she’s a Marine; she’s just injured—one of those fuckin’ assholes shot her right through her shoulder blade—”

“Sir, step aside, and raise your hands above your head,” the officer growled back, gun still quite at the ready. You gulped, but Jason refused to move.

“I won’t,” he answered quietly, and you could see his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down. “I ain’t gonna move ‘til you lower that gun, sir. With all due respect.”

The officer looked between the two of you for a moment more and must have deduced that you didn’t look like the other gunmen because he lowered his gun a few moments later.

“State your name and rank, please,” the office grumbled, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe that Jason would do something as risky and idiotic as he just did.

To be fair, you couldn’t believe what he’d just done, either.

“First Lieutenant Jason Kolchek,” Jason answered, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to him. “And this is our Medic, Private Y/n L/n.” You nodded your confirmation when the officer looked at you. After a second, he sighed.

“Lieutenant Kolchek,” the officer greeted. “My men and I are going to inspect the entirety of this place, make sure there isn’t anybody else hiding. There’s people from the FBI here, waiting to talk to you about tonight’s incident. I’m aware there’s some injuries, as well. Paramedics aren’t here yet—I’m sure they could use you, ma’am.”

“Yes, of course,” you responded eagerly, grasping Jason’s hand and rushing him past the officer and out the door. “Show me to the bunker, please; they need me.” Jason only nodded, and the two of you ran, hand-in-hand, to the bunker.

* * * * *

YOU worked all night long, tirelessly and effortlessly, sewing up injured Marines, giving medications, packing wounds. Jason was right; it wasn’t anything serious, but it wasn’t nothing either.

To your dismay, you hadn’t seen him for the rest of the night since you arrived at the bunker; he had disappeared somewhere with Sergeant Kay and a couple of FBI agents, and they still hadn’t returned. After nearly six hours.

When it had been approaching close to the eight-hour mark, Nick and Jason finally resurfaced, looking completely exhausted. You had finally taken a break, leaning against the wall on a bench to close your eyes for just a few seconds, when the two of them walked back into the main room.

“Jason,” you whispered breathlessly, pushing yourself up off of the wall and sprinting over to the two men. “Lieutenant!” You called out, successfully gathering his attention.

Jason’s eyes fell over to your shoulder first, and then he looked up into your eyes, his own bloodshot and weary.

“Y/n,” Jason answered with a drained sigh. “I’ve been told you worked, all night, by yourself. Fixed up all our men.”

You smiled brightly up at him and nodded in affirmation. Jason lightly smiled at you, but there was a strange tension in his face that wasn’t there before. Your own smile fell, and you stepped closer to him, laying a hand on his arm.

He pulled instantly away, as if you had burned him.

“Jason,” you began softly, eyes wary as he avoided your gaze at all costs. “Are you okay? Do we need to go somewhere? You could take a break, you’ve been at it for hours. I can help you relax—”

“Lieutenant.” His reminder came through gritted teeth, and he turned back to you with his familiar sharpness of gaze. You recoiled, bewildered at his sudden 180 back to how he’d treated you before he’d kissed you. “Don’t make me remind you again, Marine. You’ll address me properly just like everybody else here.”

You took a step back, away from him, with fully wide eyes and a gaping jaw. This behavior, this—this coldness was out of character for him, even for the Jason that he was before your quiet, stolen moments hiding together in the supply closet. You scoffed, but it held none of the usual malice it was typically laced with. Instead, it was more of an anxious taking in of breath, a confused, hurt little exhale that you couldn’t stop from escaping.

“Dude.” That was all you could say for several seconds while Jason stared back at you with hard, unwavering eyes. You swallowed back a tense gulp of air before stepping closer to him again, hardening your own eyes and pushing back the intense bout of disappointment that threatened to take you over after a long, hard night of emotions. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are we seriously not gonna talk about what happened in—”

“There ain’t nothin’ to talk about.”

Jason’s words were firm, and held an understanding of finality to them. It was so jarring, so upsetting that you had to physically hold yourself together, your own arms winding around your stomach as you curled in on yourself, shaking your head and desperately holding back your tears.

You hadn’t realized how happy Jason’s kiss had made you until he ripped that happiness away.

You walked quickly away, turning away from Jason before he had the satisfaction of seeing how he’d made you cry. You heard his brief call of your name as you hurried away from his general vicinity, but you didn’t turn back around.

His voice only made you want to cry more.

You were walking briskly to— well, fuck, you didnt actually know where— when you ran smackdab into none other than your best friend, who, despite how much you loved the guy, you really had no interest in seeing right now.

“Hey, Y/n! There you are!” Johnny’s large arms encircled you and you tensed, shoulders shaking as you buried your head into his chest. “Fuck, I was so fuckin’ worried about you! Where were you?! Did you not hear the 9-1-1 to get out?”

“No,” you admitted, the tears that you had been holding back now pushing at the edges of your eyes, begging to be released. “No, the intercom in my room must be out, and that door is thick as shit. I didn’t even hear the gunshots until I stepped outside.”

“Shit,” Johnny reiterated, pulling you in a little bit tighter. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Y/n.”

“Yeah,” you whispered against your best friend, eyes shut tight as he rubbed your back. “Me too.” Johnny had apparently decided that it was time for the sappiness to end—you did hear him sniffling a little bit, and you made the merciful decision not to tease him about it—because he pulled away, a mischievous, boyish smile now on his face.

“Hey, at least it wasn’t all bad,” Johnny suddenly teased, ruffling your hair in the way that only he was allowed to do. “Heard you had to go into hiding with the Good Old Lieutenant; and I happen to have it on good authority that he was shirtless?! I mean, honestly, that’s the juiciest shit that’s happened since Ricky hooked up with that chick that stalked him for eight solid months, so, if you don’t kiss and tell right now, I might have to rethink my friendship decisions.”

Your smile, which had gathered onto your face as your friend comforted you, fell immediately off of your face and you turned slightly away, wiping at the corner of your eyes as a tear finally spilled over the top of your waterline.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you brushed off, arms crossed over your chest and eyes wandering to every single crack and crevice in the bunker, hoping to distract yourself from the incoming stream of tears.

“Oh, shit,” you heard Johnny whisper, and ultimately, it was the genuine concern and panic in his voice that caused your sudden onset of heaving sobs. “Y/n! Fuck, hey—what happened?!”

You turned back into your friend before you could really stop yourself, and even though you could see multiple of your fellow Marines turning to stare at you, their curious eyes filled with their concern and confusion, you let yourself cry into Johnny’s chest anyway. Worst case scenario, they’d chalk it up to the night’s events, and not even have the necessary details to connect your immediate weeping to Jason at all.

Once you let yourself have a few minutes, you gathered your strength to quit crying, pulling away from Johnny and shaking your head incredulously.

“Honestly? I have no fucking idea what happened,” you admitted, to him and to yourself, thinking back on just where the fuck it could have all went so wrong. “The only thing I do know, is that nothing like…that, is ever going to happen between us.”

Johnny took another step back, bewildered, and he studied the ground anxiously, like he was trying to figure out a really complicated problem.

“Wait, no, but—wait, really?” Johnny questioned, and you honestly had no idea why he sounded like he couldn’t believe a word you were saying.

“The fuck do you mean ‘really?!’ Yes, really!”

“No, sorry, I believe you, it’s just—” Johnny sucked in a breath, running a hand through his curly brown hair and inspecting the room to make sure he wasn’t overheard before turning his concerned blue eyes back to you. “Well, after seein’ the way he reacted when he found out you were missing, I was certain that—”

“Hold up,” you interrupted, taking a step closer to your friend and lowering your voice. “He reacted? Wait, like how did he react? Like, you mean normally, like a Lieutenant looking for any missing soldier—”

“Y/n, no,” Johnny interrupted, pulling you towards the wall and leaning in close to you. “Y/n, Kolchek was totally buggin’ out when Nick told him you weren’t accounted for. Like, going completely ballistic, almost as if he’d left the most important thing in the world back on base. He was a fucking wreck, and when Nick tried to stop him from going after you, Kolchek socked him right in the fucking face, Y/n! Just to get past him and inside to find you!”

You flinched, Johnny’s words hitting you like a punch to the gut. In just a tiny matter of two minutes, you went through a range of emotions:

Firstly, confusion. Because you’d never, ever seen Jason react that way, let alone react that way just because of you.

Secondly, denial. Because no fucking way did the man who seemed to hate you so much want to go back for you, just you, that badly. No fucking way.

Thirdly, and lastly—anger.

Actually, more like blind fucking rage.

“Where the fuck is Jason Fucking Kolchek,” you hissed, grasping onto Johnny’s arm with your nails, digging in as you pulled him in closer to you. “Where the fuck did he go?!”

“OW, Y/n, for fuck’s sake!” Johnny hissed back, pulling his arm out of your grasp and shaking it out, looking back at you like you’d committed a heinous crime against him. “Dammit, woman, he went down the hall and into the little kitchen with Nick—”

You were off before Johnny could even finish talking, but you heard his annoyed sigh behind you as you left. You didn’t care; you were a woman on a mission now, and that mission was to find Jason Kolchek and give him a piece of your fucking mind.

You bumped into several of your fellow Marines, barely glancing back at them to send them a warning glare before you made it to the bunker’s tiny kitchen, the door semi-cracked and the hallway next to it cleared. You pushed your hand against it, ready to burst in and lecture the living shit out of the Good Old Lieutenant, when you heard something that made you freeze in your tracks.

“What happened tonight, Nicky? This happened because of us,” Jason’s voice floated through the door, and the blood in your veins ran as cold as ice. “Someone wants what happened to us to get out, and this was a fuckin’ threat. That’s why the FBI’s here; you heard ‘em say it themselves!”

“I know,” Nick agreed, and you leaned in closer, your right eyeball peering in through the tiny crack in the door. You could barely make out Jason’s shape, but it was enough to know that he was stressed out of his fucking mind. He was pacing, hands pulling at his hair, crossing his arms over his chest and the standard grey emergency t-shirt someone had finally given him. “But that don’t make it our fault. It’s their fault, Jason; we’re victims in this too, ‘case you forgot about that part.”

“Fuck,” Jason mumbled, seemingly ignoring Nick’s statement completely. “Fuck, Nicky! We gotta make sure that all of our Marines are followin’ every rule, as tightly and strictly as we can!” You could see Jason’s form pace back and forth in front of you, completely unaware that you were even on the other side of the door, listening in. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was having some sort of panic attack. “We can not afford to have another blip on their rader again, Nicky. We gotta prove that we can handle this, that we can keep this fucked-up secret o’theirs. Our fuckin’ lives depend on it!”

“Our lives depend on it?!” Nick repeated incredulously, and you could see him now, his face in clear view through your small crack in the door. He looked enraged, astounded by Jason’s words. “Fuck, Jason! We almost lost our lives tonight—not to mention we put every Marine here in danger—because we’re keeping their fucked-up secret! Shit, man, how the fuck do you not see that?!”

“So what then, Nicky?” Jason wheezed, his voice sounding strangled. You wished that you could see his face, see the emotions written across it to get a better read of just what the fuck was going on here. “We’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t?!”

Nick shrugged. “All the more reason for you to be honest with Y/n and tell her how you really feel about her,” Nick suggested, and you watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, raising a challenging eyebrow at Jason. You let out a silent gasp, covering your mouth to ensure that no noise was made, as you tried to peer more deeply through the crack at the mention of your name.

Jason only scoffed in response. “Fuckin’ hilarious, man.”

“I’m serious!” Nick whisper-yelled, throwing his own bucket hat down onto the ground in frustration and you jumped, surprised by the sudden increase in the men’s tempers. “Fuck, Jason; we could’ve died tonight! Y/n could’ve died tonight and you know damn well—just as fuckin’ well as I do—that you shouldn’t leave important things unsaid in the middle of a war!”

“War’s over, Nicky,” Jason quietly chimed in, and you could see him now, leaning over a table with his elbows bent and his head hanging low in desperation. Nick scoffed back at him, shaking his head incredulously at his best friend.

“No it ain’t Jason, and if you think that it is, you’re fuckin’ blind,” he responded, bending over and picking up his hat again in the process. “And don’t try to change the fuckin’ subject on me, man.”

“Fuck, Nicky!” Jason yelled now, and the two men jumped, sparing a quick glance at the door to make sure nobody had heard. You swiveled to the side just in time to not be caught, and when they had been quiet for a sufficient amount of time, you pulled yourself back to your eavesdropping spot, the two men with their backs turned to you once again.

“I can’t tell her.” Jason’s voice was quiet, and weak; your heart felt like it split again at his tone. You’d never, ever heard him like this. So…weary, so melancholy, so…

Defeated.

“If I tell Y/n the truth, I’d be puttin’ her in as much danger as we’re in, constantly,” Jason continued, turning around and leaning against the table so you got a clear view of his face. “I have to keep pushin’ her away.”

He’d been crying. You’d never seen him cry before.

“And, what—it’s fuckin’ better to just keep her in the dark?! To never let yourself be happy, or love someone ever again because you’re scared?” Nick’s voice was rising again, and you could tell that he had Jason’s best interest at heart, and that because of that fact, he was letting his anger overcome him, scared himself for his friend’s future happiness.

Jason slammed his fist against the table, a loud ringing sound echoing from it and making you wince. Jason, however, didn’t so much as flinch as he turned back around on Nick, a finger pointed directly at his nose.

“And just what the fuck would you have me tell her, Nick?!” Jason hollered, lowering his arm down but staying completely rigid. “Somethin’ like, ‘Hey, Y/n, I really like you but I can’t do shit about it ‘cause the government fuckin’ hates me. And if I let you in, I might accidentally fuckin’ tell you about the alien vampires that almost annihilated us, and if I did that, the FBI would most certainly kill us both. OH, and also, alien vampires do exist and I know you probably don’t believe me because I sound like a crazy asshole right now!’”

Your hands flew to your mouth to stop the roaring gasp that had escaped from your throat; you staggered backwards, eyes wide and jaw still agape underneath your hands as you processed Jason’s words.

Or, rather, as you tried to process them. Because in all honesty, the shit that Jason was saying was making absolutely zero sense.

“Uh, yeah,” Nick replied after a few moments, just as you stepped back again to hear the rest of the conversation. “Literally, dude, tell her exactly that. She ain’t dumb, bro, and at the very least, she’s gonna hear you out.”

“No fuckin’ way, dude,” Jason immediately argued, and you could see in his stance and in the stiff demanor of his face that he was becoming extremely combative. “The shit that we went through two years ago, man? It’s fuckin’ crazy. There ain’t no way, in this fuckin’ world, that Y/n’s gonna believe me; and even if she does believe me, her knowin’ any of that shit could get her fuckin’ killed! So, with all due respect, fuck that, man. I’m gonna do what I’ve been doin’ and keep protectin’ her from all of this shit. Protectin’ her from me.”

You didn’t think you could hear anymore; the fire and resentment within you burning you up to extremely dangerous levels. You pushed off of the door, flames on your heels as you stormed your way across the bunker, to the room that you knew that the FBI was currently sitting in, talking and plotting over just whatever the fuck they thought that Jason had done wrong.

You’d always been one to trust your instincts, and your instincts had never led you astray. As you stood and listened to the two men talking, you knew; you could feel it in your damn gut, and everything within you burned with truth and you just fucking knew. You knew that, whatever crazy shit had happened to Jason and Nick, whataver fuckery with literal aliens they had to deal with, it was true.

Somehow, you just knew that it was.

What you didn’t know, is just what exactly you planned to do once you actually stormed into the FBI’s sitting room. You didn’t stop yourself, though, and so you found yourself standing in the middle of five random people you’d never seen in your life, all dressed in black and looking at you with wide eyes, holding cups of fucking coffee in their hands.

“Is it true?” You asked after several minutes, watching as all five of the agents somehow locked eyes with one another in confusion and skepticism. “Did we all almost fucking die, just because you all have something on Lieutenant Kolchek and Sergeant Kay that some other freaks are trying to expose?! Did my friends almost get killed because you value your cover-up more than our fucking lives?”

All five people stared back at you with shocked looks on their faces, darting their eyes back and forth to each other as they contemplated just what the hell they should say to you.

“Ma’am—”

“It’s fucking Doctor to you,” you seethed, stepping closer to the man who spoke and watching him take a step back with satisfaction.

“Doctor…L/n, I assume, then?” He stepped forward, hands out in front of him, as if he were attempting to placate a wild animal. “I’m not sure where you’ve heard this information, Doctor, but I assure you that we’ve got it under control.”

“Oh, you have it under control, do you?” You taunted back, arms crossed over your chest and stepping methodically around the room, your eyes landing on a woman who looked particularly intimidated by you. You smirked, although you weren’t actually feeling all that cocky. “And, do you call threatening and—and manipulating—and scaring the shit out of two of your best Marines having it ‘under control,’ then? You think that playing with people’s lives, with their emotions—you think that’s an adequate way to control a situation?!”

“Ma’am, with all due respect—”

“It’s fucking Doctor!” You screeched in response, throwing your arms down as you felt wet, hot tears fall back down your face. “And I can’t fucking take this anymore! This is bullshit, all of this lying, and exploiting, and expecting us to take the hit and put ourselves in danger just so you can save your own asses—”

“Lieutenant Kolchek,” one of the men interrupted you and your head whipped towards the door furiously, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to catch your breath in your rage.

Jason stood at the door with one hand on the handle, staring back at you and then at the FBI agents, his face as white as fucking snow. His eyes finally landed on you and stayed there, genuine concern lying beneath them as they silently pleaded with you to tell him just what the fuck was going on here.

“Lieutenant, do you have any idea how your Medic has any extra knowledge of what occurred here, tonight?” The man, who seemed to be the leader, asked. Jason’s eyes and lips were tight and he continued staring at you, even as he answered his question.

“I don’t sir,” he responded through clenched teeth, his knuckles gripping the doorknob so tightly that they were beginning to turn white. “I don’t have any idea what she’s on about.”

“Oh,” you scoffed back at him, although you couldn’t quite force yourself to look him in the eyes. “That’s rich.”

“Lieutenant, are you prepared to deal with her insubordination, or should we?” The man pressed on, and you glared at him, having half a mind to bare your teeth, too. Jason’s body clenched up even tighter, if it was even possible, and he shook his head briskly.

“That won’t be necessary, sir,” Jason responded in a whistler through his tightly clenched teeth. “Is the buildin’ cleared for entry, sir?” Jason asked mechanically, staring sharply ahead at the FBI agent.

“Yes,” the man answered cautiously, eyes darting between the two of you. “It’s just been cleared, as of ten minutes ago, Lieutenant.”

Jason turned back to you then, and if looks could kill, you’d be fucking dead.

“Y/n, my office,” Jason growled, opening the door wider and pointing a stern finger outside of it. “Now!” You shot him a glare as you exited the room, walking briskly out the door, through the bunker, and back up to the base, practically sprinting in your fury up to Jason’s office. He was right on your heels, and as soon as you were both securely and fully inside of his office, he slammed the door behind the two of you.

“Marine, just what the fuck was that—”

“You, are such an idiot!” You howled, placing the palm of your hand against Jason’s chest and shoving him backwards, hard enough to dispel some of your anger but not hard enough to hurt him at all. “Who the fuck do you think you are, Jason Kolchek?! You think you can treat me like shit, just so you can hide away your own fucking feelings—”

“What the fuck are you on about?!” Jason interrupted, circling his desk to get further away from you. “What the fuck has got you so fired up, and why the fuck are you goin’ around yellin’ at everybody for?”

“I fuckin’ heard you, dipshit,” You snarled at him, walking back up to him and pointing an accusatory finger in his face. “I heard you and Nick, talking in the kitchen. Every fucking word, Jason!”

Whatever Jason thought that you were going to say, it sure as hell wasn’t that, and you watched as his face instantly dropped and he blanched. You watched the gears in his head turning from behind his eyes, likely thinking of some way out of this.

“Dammit,” Jason finally whispered after a few minutes of painful silence. “Fuckin’ dammit, Y/n! Why can’t you just do the best thing for yourself and leave fuckin’ well enough alone?!”

“Because I’m sick of you treating me differently, Jason!” You screeched back, and you could feel all of the emotions from not just tonight, but from every fucking day since you’d arrived on base building up within you. All of the confusion, the frustration, the anger—all of it, resurfacing inside of you to create one perfect, big-ass storm.

You knew you should take a moment. Take a step back. Breathe.

But you didn’t fucking want to.

“Why the fuck do you do it, Jason?” You interrogated, raising up your chin defiantly, trying your best to make yourself feel and look as tall as Jason was compared to you. “Is it because you feel some stupid need to protect me, Jason? Why?! Because I’m smaller than everyone else? Or is it because I’m a girl?! You think that I’m not tough enough to protect myself? Whatever the fuck it is, it’s bullshit, because I’ve fucking proved myself and it isn’t fucking fair!”

You looked to Jason for a response and, to your frustration, the man only scoffed.

“I do not treat you differently,” he argued lowly, subcoonsciously leaning forward, closer to you, nose-to-nose.

You laughed out loud, throwing your hands up in the air and turning around in exasperation.

“Yes, you fucking do!” You bickered back, doing a 180 and flipping back around on him, walking close enough that you could feel his angry, hot breath on your lips. “You go silent whenever I enter a room, you’re harder on me than everybody else especially with the fucking dress code, you won’t let me joke around with the boys—look, Lieutenant, if you’re sexist, that’s your own damn fault! Don’t take your shit out on me!”

Jason’s eyes went wide at your accusation and he chuckled loudly, preposterously. “I am not fuckin’ sexist!” He demanded, walking forward and throwing his hands onto his desk, trapping you in between them. You smirked back at him, pushing yourself up to seem intimidating, taller, unafraid of him. He didn’t back down either, darkened eyes staring deep and unwaveringly into yours as he waited for your next move.

“Oh, okay,” you faux-agreed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head in annoyance. “So, you treating me like shit, and choosing not to be around me is just, you know, generally what you do around women. Got it.”

“It’s not ‘cause you’re a fuckin’ woman,” Jason growled, and his lips were so far bared back that you could see his tongue, pushing tensely against his bottom teeth. Just as tight and clenched as the rest of him was in response to you.

“Oh, but you do admit that you treat me differently, then?” Checkmate, you thought to yourself smirking up at Jason, whose head lolled back and eyes rolled in extreme frustration.

“Oh my g—fine,” Jason hissed at you, pushing himself up and off of the table as his body spun around, hands wound in his hair and clenching anxiously before he let one fall gently against the wall in the tiniest agitated punch. “I don’t treat you like everyone else,” Jason admitted, whirling back around on you. “Happy?”

“Happy?!” You screeched, eyes wide and throwing your hands up in the air, exasperated and irate. “Am I happy?! Are you fucking kidding me, Jason?! No, I’m not fucking happy, Jason! Why the fuck would you ever even think—”

“Look, Y/n, you asked and I answered,” Jason interrupted, turning back around with a fixed, resolute look in his eyes. “You just…wait here while I work on some damage control to keep you here, alright? We’re done here.”

Jason shot one last, exhausted look your way before he started heading towards the office door, and for some reason, the image of his retreating back enraged you more than anything else had tonight.

“What—NO!” You yelled after him, rushing to block his path, throwing your body in front of the office door and successfully obstructing his way out. Jason’s eyes widened and his face was weary. “Fuck that! We’re not done here, Jason!”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Jason muttered, gently easing an arm around your back and moving you out of the way. “C’mon, Y/n, move—”

“No!” You insisted, turning back around. You grabbed his wrist, tightly, and attempted to get him to stay. “Get back here and have some human decency for once, Kolchek! Have a fucking conversation with—mmmph!”

Your protestations were firmly cut off by a hard, impassioned kiss as Jason smashed his lips onto yours, pulling you in by the waist. Every bone in your body was vibrating with rage and also with want, and you reciprocated quicker than you’d like to admit, grasping his belt loops with your fingers and pulling him forcefully into you. Jason’s hand left your waist, winding up in the locks that were falling from your head, before suddenly pulling away with wide, shell-shocked eyes.

“Whoa,” you uttered, and you barely managed to do that. Jason’s eyes were flitting all across your face, a look of horror written all over his own. “Jason,” you whispered, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek. “I—”

“Your hair,” Jason cut in, his one hand still hanging from your tresses, eyes wide and stressed. His wonder-filled expression quickly turned to one of exasperation and annoyance. “Your fucking hair, Y/n! We’ve been fucking over this—!”

“Uh,” you answered back, briefly looking down to see that your hair had indeed escaped its low bun, hanging down once again. “I—”

“Shit!” Jason suddenly swore, dropping you like you were burning him from the inside out. He looked terrified, and he ran a hand through his hair, his foot tapping anxiously against the ground, jittery and wound up. “Shit!”

What you wouldn’t give to read his mind, right at this moment.

“Jason—”

“Fuck, I—shit, Y/n, I am so sorry,” Jason apologized, turning fiercely back to you with a regretful, contrite look written across his face. “I shouldn’t’ve—fuck, I—fuck!” He immediately turned away from you again, body wracked with guilt and conflicting emotions as he grasped the door handle, once again intending to leave you here alone.

You didn’t know what to do, but you knew that you couldn’t let him leave. You couldn’t let him walk out of this room and pretend that nothing was going on. Not again.

You jumped forward, grabbing him by the arm, gently this time. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him any more than he was already fucking terrified, but to your luck, Jason stopped moving, although his body was still completely tense.

You allowed your grasp to move downward, cradling his hand in yours tenderly, like it was precious and fragile. Quietly, you tiptoed out in front of him, begging him to look down at you, but he was avoiding your gaze, his jaw clenched and eyes shut tight, continuing to fight his unwavering affection for you.

Slowly, oh, ever so slowly, you cupped a hand on his chin, prodding it gently, and he followed suit, his head raising gently to meet your big, curious eyes.

“You kissed me,” was all you could manage to whisper, and Jason nodded, eyes staring straight into your eyes like you’d put him under some sort of spell. “Did you…did you mean it?

“Yeah,” Jason whispered back, but even with his surprising confession, neither of you could seem to break the agitation, the rigidity and tension that seemed to always encircle the two of you, like a rope wound so tightly that if pulled just one more time, would snap.

But all things had to break eventually.

“Then put your fucking money where your mouth is,” you challenged, a tight smirk winding its way around your lips. Jason staggered back, out of your hold, with eyes like saucers and bewilderment written all over his form.

“...What…?!”

You sauntered over to him, a single finger plucking at his bottom lip before trailing its way down, down, down his chest, circling his sternum. Your teeth had grasped your own lips and you looked up at him with big, sensual eyes, a glimmer laying behind them that only Jason could clearly see.

“I think the both of us could do with releasing some tension, Lieutenant,” you purred, stepping so close into his personal bubble that you could feel his very prominent hard-on, just above your own arousal. “And I’ve broken lots of rules tonight; I don’t believe I’ve ever been properly punished.”

You looked up from where you had been staring down at your finger, circling in and out of his shirt, and gazed up into Jason’s eyes, which were furrowed and contemplative.

After what felt like hours, but was really only a couple of agonizing seconds, Jason finally shook his head, a smirk befalling his lips. You felt—and watched, nervously—as his hands lowered down to his belt, slowly and tantalizingly beginning to unbuckle it as his eyes never left your suddenly anxious face.

“No, Marine,” Jason replied, and just like that, his belt was gone, discarded, thrown across the room before you could so much as blink. Jason copied your earlier ministrations, his finger pushing your chin up to look back up at his face. “In fact, I think I’ve let you get away with breakin’ the rules for far too long.”

His words unleashed a dam of sexual tension in you and you completely lost it; both hands grasped his shirt and yanked him into you, anything but gentle. Your lips collided for the third time in twenty-four hours, and this time, you could feel just how much Jason really wanted this. Needed this.

The only thing that seemed to go through your mind was fuck; who knew the Good Old Lieutenant could kiss like that?! Jason’s lips were so inebriating that your legs buckled underneath you, and Jason caught you, somehow smirking against your lips without his own ever stopping their intoxicating movements.

Before you knew it, he had you backed up into his desk, paperwork and utensils flying off in one swift movement as he continued to kiss your neck, clearing the two of you a space. He pulled away for a brief moment to inspect it and then turned back to you with a lusty, dominating twinkle in his eyes.

“What are you waiting for?!” You demanded, trying to pull him back into you with no avail. “I’m right fucking here!”

“Oh, baby girl,” Jason chuckled, leaning in and nipping gently at your collarbone. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head; I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he growled, and you shivered, feeling your nipples harden in response to his feverish voice and the words he was using with it. You moaned and he chuckled against your neck, amused at the simpering mess you’d already become before he’d even really gotten started.

Jason pulled away again and you made a noise of protest, watching his grin as he stared down at you in bemusement.

“Now before I do this, I’m gonna have to hear your consent explicitly from your mouth,” he continued on, hands toying with the ends of your shirt but not daring to make any further movements. You stared back at him, deadpan.

“What, are you kidding?”

“Nah, I ain’t kiddin’ darlin’,” Jason insisted, pulling completely off of you and crossing his arms over his chest. “I need to hear you say it: do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck, Jason—yes!” You howled back, grasping his shirt and pulling him back on top of you with an annoyed groan. Jason laughed out loud and you swooned again, having never actually heard his genuine laugh before. And certainly never directed at you.

You reached up for his head, trying to pull him down to kiss you again but he held still, making you screech in impatience.

“Yes, what?” Jason pushed back, leaning in closer to you, temptingly swirling his tongue around your carotid artery, causing your eyes to roll back in your head and your body to react by pulling yourself closer to him.

You weren’t sure how, but somehow, you knew exactly what Jason wanted.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” you slurred back at him, eyes slanted and sensual as you swirled your own finger up under his shirt, teasingly stroking his six-pack with a carnal grin plastered across your face.

Your words seemed to set off a fire in him, and he was on you again in an instant, knocking you off balance as his lips laid over yours, his tongue begging for entry which you freely gave.

You captured his bottom lip between yours, sucking harshly and Jason moaned against you, the sound itself lubricating you, only serving to make you more impatient for more than just a steamy makeout session.

“Jason,” you whimpered against him, bucking against him as he took your breast into his hand, squeezing and feeling the fulness—which, apparently, was more than satisfactory because he pulled away with a moan and a stupefied gape across his face and eyes.

“Fuck,” he groaned, wiping a hand across his face. “Y/n—”

“I need you,” you whined again, and it broke him out of his stupor, his face jolting back to life as he inspected your needy, pleading gaze. “Jason, please—”

“Address me properly, and I’ll think about it,” Jason insisted with a smirk and you glared back at him, too far gone to even care about fighting back.

“Lieutenant, please,” you begged, hands intertwining in his shirt and pressing your breasts up against his face, eliciting a heady groan from his lips. “I want to feel your tongue against me, please…”

“Sit up,” Jason demanded and you did, holding on tightly to his neck as he transferred you from his desk to his chair. You yelped in protest when he leapt off of you, watching warily as he pulled his shirt up and off and grabbed his discarded belt, making his way back over to you. “Hands behind the chair, Y/n.”

You were so fucking turned on by his authoritative tone that you did exactly as you were told, like a good little subordinate, and Jason worked quickly to tighten the belt around your hands, tying you up roughly and leaving very little wiggle room.

He wound his shirt around your eyes then, leaving you completely blind to the world and you whimpered, anxious and excited at the mere idea of what he was about to do to you.

You felt his hot breath suddenly by your ear and you shivered pathetically, releasing a pent-up, tense sigh when Jason’s teeth pulled at your earlobe harshly.

“Touch me and you lose,” Jason hissed into your ear and you groaned, every inch of your body aching to buck up your hips and beg him to fuck you into his mouth, knowing that if you did, he’d only make your climax even more slow and torturous than it already was.

You could feel his rough, calloused hands working off your pants and you lifted up slightly to speed up the process, biting your lip tightly when your spandex slid off of your legs and you heard their thump onto the ground.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” Jason commanded and you did, knowing full and well that your entire sex was on display beneath a thin, sheer layer of purple-laced panties.

You felt Jason suddenly tense against you, his head dropping onto your breasts as he moaned in frustration.

“I—what?” You questioned, hands straining against their bind as you worried over what the fuck had just happened.

“Are you—is that—fuck, Y/n, are you wearin’ a fuckin’ thong?” Jason’s voice was higher in pitch, his fingers tapping against your leg anxiously as he lifted his head to, you presumed, stare back down at your crotch.

You scoffed. “Yeah,” you admitted, a blush staining your cheeks. “So what if it is?”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/n!” Jason exclaimed, his fingers softly making their way up your thighs, tickling you, and you felt goosebumps rise up along your legs. “Did you even pay attention to the dress code, Y/n?!”

Your giggles were short-lived, as the garment in question was immediately ripped off of your leg and disappeared, to who the fuck knew where, honestly. Jason’s mouth was hot and heavy and went straight to work on your little bundle of nerves, uncaring to the sensitivity or the way you bucked and squealed against him.

Jason seemed to be able to take your harsh hip-bucking, because instead of holding your thighs down and stopping them in their tracks, he wound his hand around the back of them, clenching them and supporting you as you fucked yourself into his mouth viciously.

“Oh, shit,” you mewled, feeling that telltale building up about to explode within you. “Jason, fuck, I’m gonna—”

As soon as you said the words, Jason’s mouth retreated and you cried out in protest, unable to pull him back in and unable to see what was going on. “Jason, seriously—!”

“If you wanna come,” Jason’s voice was darker and deeper than you’d ever heard it, a growl lilting inside of it as he spoke to you. “You better fuckin’ beg.”

You didn’t even have the energy, time, or patience to fight back—you’d been made into a pathetic, whimpering mess at his every command.

“Fuck, Jason, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—”

His mouth returned with vigor, as quickly as it had left, and you cried out in painful pleasure as your orgasm wracked through your body, your cries only seeming to spur Jason on as he clutched your thighs tightly and pushed his face even farther into your wetness, continuing to suck even though your orgasm had ended and you were now just a sensitive jumble of nerves.

His mouth retreated slowly, like he didn’t ever want to leave, and you felt his rough hands caressing your thighs gently, his forehead leaning against yours as you both breathed too deeply, smiling against each other’s lips.

Not long after, he untied your hands and you reached eagerly around, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him in as he attempted to remove your blindfold.

Light shone into your eyes as he did and you blinked, wincing as your eyes re-adjusted to the light.

“Fuck, Jason, you—you’re amazing,” you gasped out and Jason chuckled, his forehead still leaning against yours as he delicately stroked your cheek, pressing a soft, doting kiss atop your lips.

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause I just fucked your brains out, doll,” Jason argued, and you laughed out loud, the sound making him smile as he watched you with adoration.

“It still counts if I mean it,” you admitted softly, and Jason’s face fell, fiercely pressing his lips against yours again, kissing you much differently before. Kissing you like he had more than just lusty feelings for you, kissing you like there was something lurking beneath the surface, something much deeper than just wanting a good fuck.

And fuck it all to hell, but it only served to turn you on more.

“Jason,” you spoke against his lips and he pulled away, his eyes so full of affection for you that it made you the tiniest bit uneasy at what all of those feelings could mean. “I want to fuck you, too.”

Jason’s eyes lit up at that and he grinned at you, lowering his head down to your breasts and laughing happily.

“Is that so, darlin’?” Jason questioned, and suddenly, his air of dominance had slightly faded into something more real, something that you had a feeling had been there for quite some time, buried underneath the surface. “Well, just so happens that I sorta want you to fuck me, too.”

You giggled back, feeling completely light, weightless, the rest of the day’s events seemingly falling off of your shoulders and rolling straight off of your back the longer you stared into Jason’s eyes. You watched eagerly as he pushed himself off of you, hands working on his pants and shoving them down his legs with his boxers in one fell swoop, leaving him completely naked and exposed in front of you.

You sighed dreamily, reaching out a hand to stroke his member, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head as you did so. You were so blissed out, that you couldn’t even find it within you to be cocky; you just smiled dazedly up at him, like he held the moon and the stars and everything in between.

From his perspective, holding you, he did.

You blushed under his dreamy gaze, covering your face with your hands, and he instantly tried to pry them away, staring into your eyes once you’d given up hiding from him.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?” Jason asked, and you blushed again at the nickname. He chuckled, reaching up a hand to stroke your cheek and kiss your forehead at the same time. “You get nervous when I look at you like this?"

“No one’s ever looked at me like that before,” you conceded, nervous fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “It’s…intense.”

Jason looked like he wanted to comment on that, but he didn’t, his eyes wandering instead to your chest.

“Baby, I wanna see you,” Jason pleaded, leaning his hands on the armrests of the chair and hovering over you, staring at your still-covered chest. “Please, baby?”

You didn’t need more than that; you instantly complied, pulling your shirt off of your frame and taking your sports bra off quickly after. Jason’s eyes were utterly glued to your chest, examining every inch of your exposed breasts with wide, hungry eyes.

“Never took you for a boob guy,” you teased, staring Jason down curiously as he seemed to take in every inch of you, as if he were trying to memorize this moment right here before him. You breathed out a little sigh, and he looked up into your eyes then, watching you smile gently back at him. “Although that day by the tree should have tipped me off, in retrospect.”

Jason let out a low whistle, hanging his head in embarrassment as his cheeks tinged red.

“Fuck, I almost begged for you right then and there,” Jason admitted, and before you could comment on that, he’d reached his hands under your thighs and lifted you up, off of the chair, setting you down right in front of his large desk, and placing his hands on your waist from behind.

“Bend over for me, doll,” he demanded and you did, sticking your ass up in the air and groaning even before he entered you. You heard him release a string of swear words as he took you in, shaking his head as he contemplated just how fucking perfect you were to him.

“Whatever you say, Lieutenant.”

“Jason,” Jason immediately corrected, his hand caressing your ass from behind. “Fuck, call me Jason, Y/n—every time you call me Jason I almost fuckin’ lose control—”

“Jason,” you moaned, and he groaned at the sound of his name, pulling closer to you until you could feel his erection against your thighs.

“I’m gonna enter you, now,” Jason whispered in your ear, stroking your hair. “We okay with that?”

“Yes, fuck, please!”

Jason didn’t need any more prompting and swiftly pushed himself inside of you, fiercely bucking in and out with his hands clutching onto your breasts, massaging them in a way that made sure you were going to orgasm again.

It wasn’t very long before the both of you reached climax, one right after the other, with Jason making sure you were taken care of again before he ever let himself release. He pulled out of you right as he came, catching his load with his hands as you hopped off of the table, handing him a box of tissues.

He smiled up at you, wiping off his hands and collapsing into his office chair he’d just mouth-fucked you into. You giggled at the memory, turning around and hopping onto the desk, cleaning yourself up with some tissues and tossing them into the trash.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been…wantin’ you, like this,” Jason huffed out and you grinned back at him, leaning your elbow against the table and sprawling out across it as he watched, eyes big and dark.

You laughed out loud, fanning yourself as sweat dripped down between your crevices. “I think I have some idea, Lieutenant; my legs are still fucking shaking.” Jason laughed at that too, shaking his head and reaching his hand out to you.

“C’mere, gorgeous.”

You did with a grin, taking his outstretched hand as he pulled you tightly into his lap, his arms going around your waist and his lips pressing kisses to the side of your face as he snuggled into you from behind, head resting in the crook of your neck as he sighed in contentment.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your skin quietly—so quietly, that you were certain you weren’t meant to hear it— “After that, I ain’t ever gonna get over you.”

You whipped around so quickly that Jason actually jumped, eyes widening and mouth agape as he stared at your suddenly intense face.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke, shaking your head slightly to test if this was actually reality. “What?!” Jason stared at you for too long of a time, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, as if he were contemplating whether or not he was actually going to answer you.

“Nothin’,” he finally said, and you let out a cry of outrage, turning your naked body completely around so that you were now straddling him, a glare in your eyes and a pout on your face.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so!” You protested, crossing your arms over your breasts and holding back a smile at Jason’s huff of irritation. “Go back to that last part, yeah? You’re…never gonna get over me? What does that even mean, Jason?! Are you saying that you—”

“Just—” Jason groaned, a hand running down his face and leaning back in his chair as he attempted to avoid your gaze. “Let it go, Marine, and let me breathe.”

“No, Jason!” You pressed on, placing both hands on either of his biceps, pulling yourself in closer to his face. “Tell me what you mean—”

“I can’t!”

His words were like a bucket of ice cold water, being dumped right over your head, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes and pushing yourself up off of him.

“You can’t,” you repeated, rolling your eyes and hurriedly throwing your shirt back on, walking away from him and snatching your spandex off of the floor, pulling them up around your legs and then over your ass. “I can’t believe I fucking did this, I—fuck, Jason! This is fucking ridiculous!”

“Y/n—!”

“No, Jason, just stop!” You cut him off, turning fiercely around and tossing his shirt quickly at him, ignoring the swooping butterflies in his chest when he managed to catch it with only one hand. “Fuck, dude, I opened up to you, I—I had sex with you, I told you that I heard what you were talking about—and still, you refuse to let me in?”

“Y/n, listen—”

“No!” You were aware that a part of you might have been, maybe, just a little bit irrational, but you hadn’t had the time to sit down and process any of your emotions that had flooded to the surface tonight—and you were still quite pissed, frankly, that Jason still didn’t trust you enough to confide in you. To give you a real fucking chance with him. “Jason, I—fuck, I mean—do you not want this?! Do you not want…me?”

It was an honest question that you had, but you hadn’t intended for it to come out so…small, and sad. You gulped when you heard your own voice speak it, lowering your eyes to the ground, ashamed at having shown so much of yourself to somebody who, evidently, didn’t care enough to try to be with you.

“What?!” Jason shouted, immediately rising from his seat on the chair, picking up his discarded shirt and his pants as he put them back on, apparently not deeming this a naked conversation. “Oh, fuck, Y/n…no. No, baby, that ain’t it at all.”

His words came out so tenderly, so genuine, that you really wanted to crawl back into his arms, believe him, and let him take whatever the fuck he wanted. You, however, weren’t that kind of girl, so instead you shook your head, squinting your eyes in a glare and crossing your arms over your chest when he tried to approach you.

“Well then what is it, Jason?” You countered, taking a step away from him when he took a step toward you. “Because you can’t just kiss me in a supply closet, and then kiss me again, and then fuck me, and then hold me all affectionately like that and then regret it five seconds later, okay?! Because fuck it all, Jason, but I’ve got some fucking hard, real feelings about you so if you didn’t—if you don’t fucking mean it—”

“I meant it!” Jason’s words were quick, persistent. Terrified that you wouldn’t believe him and that you’d walk out of here and out of his life forever.

And he was just now realizing that he didn’t want that, not at all.

“I meant it,” Jason repeated softly, taking cautious steps towards you and you let him, let him come closer to you and you let him place a gentle, careful hand on your cheek, rubbing a comforting thumb across your cheekbone. “It’s just—fuck, okay—you heard all this shit already, Y/n, but two years ago, Nick and I were in an…incident. Somethin’ beyond your wildest imagination, somethin’ that wasn’t ever supposed to be revealed, somethin’ that the FBI does not want gettin’ out. And if I acted on my…my feelin’s for you, they’d use that, Y/n. They’d fuckin’ use you against me, and I can’t put you in that position, alright?! This is more than just some stupid rank shit, or basic Marine positions, Y/n. This shit is dangerous, and I had no fuckin’ choice but to make you hate me, and I—”

“Stop talking,” you interrupted, taking a step back but catching his falling hand with your own. Jason’s mouth shut and his eyes slid back over to yours, confused and concerned. You stared up at him with wide, incredulous eyes and your mouth let out a noise of disbelief—somewhere between a sigh and a gasp. You knew he had feelings for you—you’d heard that much—and you knew that he was pushing you away—but that last thing he said?

Well you didn’t fucking know that. And you didn’t fucking like it, either.

“Jason,” you continued, pressing both of your pointer fingers to your temples as you attempted to process this information without giving yourself a raging headache. “Are you actually saying that you did all of this—the writing me up, pushing me away, avoiding me—to get me to hate you?”

You came full circle, the realization of just how deep this went finally hitting you, and as it did, you gasped out, “So that you wouldn’t even have a chance with me, even if you actually wanted one?!”

Jason was completely silent, but the way that he thoroughly evaded your gaze told you everything that you needed to know.

“Fuck, Jason!” You screeched, eyeing his famous grey hat sitting on his desk, the one that he could never seem to let go of and centering it as your focal point, as you were now unable to completely look into his eyes. “Why the fuck would you even do that?! In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I like you—like, a lot—and not to mention, I am somewhat of a badass myself, okay? I can protect my damn self—”

“Fuck, Y/n—it’s more than just that—I’m fuckin’ in love with you, okay?” Jason slammed his hand onto the table in frustration, and you didn’t even have a chance to respond to his statement, because he continued on briskly. “Why do you think I yell at you so much? Or that I shut the fuck up when I’m around you?? Dammit—you’re everythin’ I’ve ever wanted, and I admire you so much that I can’t even function when I’m around you! I’ve been tryin’ so damn hard to keep you out of trouble, but you’re so damn insistent on stayin’ in it!”

Jason’s rant honestly flew mostly right over your head, because you were still stuck on his very first sentence:

I’m fuckin’ in love with you.

“You…love me?” You looked back up at his face now, and he was staring at you—so earnestly and open and defeated, all at the same time. He sighed then, and something shifted in his face—as if he were finally accepting his defeat, realizing that you were here, and that you weren’t running away scared, but that you were still staying right here, amidst the weirdness and amidst the complications.

“Yeah,” Jason answered easily, as if it admitting that he loved you was as effortless and cemented as breathing for him. “I love you; and, for the record, I know that you can take care of yourself, alright? Doesn’t mean you should have to—not ‘cause of me.”

“Shut up,” you replied with a giggle, throwing yourself at him with a squeal. Jason caught you easily with an “OOMPH!”, and wrapped his arms tightly around you, lifting you up by the waist with his arms under your butt. “You love me, Jason,” you sing-songed, teasingly, and he chuckled, placing a long, heartfelt kiss on your lips, hesitating to pull away.

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed with a chuckle and you brushed your noses together, pressing another quick kiss to his lips with a large grin.

“And I love you,” you confessed, squealing when Jason responded by covering every inch of your face and neck in goofy kisses. “That’s—this—is all that matters, Jason. Just let me love you, damn it! Come hell or high water, I’m in this. For the long run. So what do you say, Lieutenant? Be mine?”

Jason’s laugh echoed throughout the office but he kissed you, slowly and earnestly, doting on every single piece of you that he could.

“As horribly cheesy as that was and as cheesy as this is,” Jason sighed, moving to sit on the desk with you on top of his lap. “I’m already yours, Y/n.”

You cuddled into his side, fitting your face to his neck as you pressed kiss after kiss there, revelling in the way Jason seemed to melt into each and every kiss you gave him, how he campe apart more and more and slowly became more comfortable with you.

“Good,” you conceded, pulling away for a second and placing both hands on his cheeks, pouting your lips and putting on your most serious facial expression.

“Because I really need to know what the fuck an alien vampire is.”

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kassiekole22 · 1 year

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Tender Touch

Picture lightly edited by me.

Description: You wake up in the middle of the night to find Jason sleeping peacefully on your chest. So you take the opportunity to study the features of your boyfriend...

Warnings: Fluff, Fluff, And Oh, Yeah! More Fluff!

Word Count: 516

A/N: This is fully based off of this sweet picture drawn by @mornandil. 💖

MasterList: 🖤

Jason's Angels: @lorebite, @yellowroses-world, @house-of-kolchek, @yeslieutenant, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, and @mornandil. (If anybody else wants to be added to the list, let me know in the comments. 🖤)

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I was woken up out of a dead sleep to the sudden feeling of something grabbing at my chest. Slightly startled, I jumped a little due to the sudden contact and my eyes shot down, only for them to soften when my gaze met Jason's hand on my chest, slid right under my shirt, skin on skin. My lips turned up into a small smile as I studied his sharp features and watched his eyelids flicker as he continued to dream while squeezing my left breast gently. I brought my hand up to run my fingers through his dark messy locks, feeling instantly relaxed due to the soft strands running through my digits.

Jason laid over my body like a shield, protecting me from any harm that could come our way throughout the night. I felt his heart beating ever so softly against my body, reminding me that it was all real and not a dream. His warmth embraced me like a warm blanket protecting me from the night's chill, helping me feel even more relaxed and safer than I ever did without it. I counted the freckles that peppered over his pale face, adoring each and every one of them. His loose grip tightened on my breast, only by a little bit, moving his face closer to it in his sleep to nuzzle and cuddle it as if he was a child cuddling his favorite stuffed animal.

I couldn't help but giggle, accidentally waking the man up from his peaceful slumber. His tired, dark chocolate eyes peered up at me as he flashed me an overly dopey smile, making his cute dimples deeper than ever. Though his smile dropped into an embarrassed frown as his face turned red merely seconds later when he glanced down and noticed where his hand had been.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Darlin'." He apologized in a slightly scratchy and tired voice. I smiled down at him as I shook my head.

"Don't be. It was nice." I assured him as I ran my fingers through his hair again. His smile returned as he reached up and pressed his lips to mine tenderly and I returned the sweet kiss before letting him part away from me seconds later to gaze into my eyes again.

"I like sleeping like this. You know why?" He asked as a little twinkle grew in his dark orbs, as if he was looking at something he treasured dearly.

"Why?" I titled my head to the side, interested about the reason.

"Because I can feel your heartbeat as I sleep." His warm smile broadened and I felt my heart melt due to his sweet words as happy tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

"I love you, kitten." I murmured as I caressed his face, feeling so damn grateful that I had a man like him in my life.

"I love you too, Sweetheart." He murmured back before planting one final kiss to my lips before resting his head on my chest again, along with his hand on my breast, right over my heart, exactly where he belonged.

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lady-vixen-17 · 5 months

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House of Ashes Masterlist

Jason Kolchek

Her Reasons to Fight (Part 2) (Part 3)

summary - The Rules of war:

Rule #1: Good Men Will Die.

Rule #2: Not Even “Doc” Can Change Rule Number One

Rule #3: For Her Brothers, “Doc” Will Die Trying To Change Both Rule #1 & #2

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buttermykolchek · 2 years

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Scouts honor. Part 1

[J. Kolchek x Fem! Reader]

This is my first try writing a fic, let me know what you think!

Italics means thoughts/flashbacks

Tw: blood, violence, swearing, cringe (probably)

Tags: @kassiekolchek22

Iraq, 2003.

Camp slayer 0800 hours.

Your tan combat boots hit the floor in a rhythm as you made your way to Rachel’s office. You had just received word that Colonel Eric King was assigned to lead the team. Rachel’s team. You’d known about their previous relationship and you knew it was extremely complicated. As Rachel’s best friend, you’d gotten caught in the crossfire several times. What I fucking headache. She’s going to loose her shit ice she hears about this. You took a deep breath before knocking firmly on her office door, clutching the paperwork in your left hand. You were standing with your hands behind your back. Your long (y/h/c) locks were pulled into a tight bun, you had on a dark green tshirt, which was tucked into your uniform pants, which were tucked into your combat boots. the typical uncomfortable marine uniform crap.

You heard a bit of shuffling around and giggling before rachel answered the door, stepping aside so nick could leave the room. her hair was messy, and nicks hat was clearly crooked. What the hell? Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw a fresh hickey on his neck. Nick nodded at you and kept on down the hall, and Rachel sighed at the look on your face. “It’s not what it looks like, y/l/n.” She almost whispered as you stepped inside, You waited until she closed the door to have a mini freak out. “Not what it looks like?! Rach! Are you serious right now? He’s your subordinate!” You we’re whisper yelling. Praying nobody like merwin or Joey were walking by, they’d definitely make a big stink out of this.

She sighed and leaned on her desk, biting her thumb nail. “I know..” she mumbled, looking at the floor. “I just, I don’t know.. With all the bullshit with Eric I think I just wanted to feel something else, you know?” You looked at her with raised eyebrows, your hands on your hips. “No Rachel, I don’t ‘know’.” You said, using your fingers as quotation marks. “Please, enlighten me. Tell me. How do you think Eric is going to react when he gets here?!”

Your breath caught in your throat as Rachel’s head snapped to your direction. “Excuse me?” She stood, raising her voice a little. You ran a hand down your face in stress. “He’s going to be here within the hour. Christ, rach.” You groaned, pacing around the room. She was already fixing her hair in a hurry. “Straighten up, don’t say a fucking word about any of this, I mean it. We’ve got enough bullshit floating around this camp. The last thing anybody needs is your and nicks affair getting out and about.” You pointed a finger at her, before turning and leaving the room. Slamming the door shut. She may have been your superior, but she knew you were right. You had every reason to be mad. Nicks your best friend, you don’t want his heart getting broken, nor do you want either of them to be reprimanded if word got out.

You walked very hurriedly to your shared bunk room with nick and Jason. The tips of your ears were red with anger. You threw the door open, quickly slamming it shut behind you the second you were through. The first person you saw was nick. Perfect. “Hey scout” nick flashed a soft smile, he was lacing up his boots, sitting on the edge of his bunk bed. “Just the guy I wanted to see” you said through gritted teeth. Smacking him on the back of his head. “Ow! What the hell y/n!” He shouted. Rubbing his head “what the hell were you thinking? Nick, her husband is going to be our new CO. If he finds out, your ass is grass.” You sighed. “And I’ve heard he’s a real dickbag. So, lucky you.” By now You we’re pacing again. Chewing on your bottom lip, not looking at nick. “I’m sorry, y/n. You gotta understand, after the checkpoint-“ he shook his head. Looking at the floor.

You looked over at him, softening your eyes and moving to sit next to him. You, nick and Jason had just been involved in a shooting a few weeks back. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to think about the blood. “I get it.. I’m sorry.” You mumbled. Rubbing his back. Before you could say anything else, the door had swung open. It was Jason, he looked almost.. scared? “Guys, pull your shit together and get out here. Our new CO just landed” he panted, before running off down the hall. You giggled a little at how discombobulated he seemed. Jason always had his shit together, but apparently not today. You and nick shared a soft smile before standing up, heading out the door and towards the briefing room.

Briefing room, 0830 hours.

You were leaning against a desk, listening to colonel king give his presentation. Nick and Jason were on either side of you, listening close. Your eyes were trained on the floor tiles, arms crossed, not really paying attention too much. You were nervous about this mission, maybe even more nervous that Jason’s arm kept brushing against yours. ‘Stop it, he’s your boss, idiot’ you thought to yourself. Jason’s always been your best friend alongside Nick, but lately you’ve been getting mixed signals from him. One day he’d treat you like one of the guys, punching your arm and talking about guy stuff. Then the next day you’d catch him stealing glances at you from across the room, defending you from merwin and his gross jokes, and making sure you were taking care of yourself.

You mentally kicked yourself for thinking about him in such a way. He’s your friend, y/n. He doesn’t see you like that. He’s just a nice guy. You repeated that to yourself until you heard Jason speak up. “Boys are just eager to catch a break, sir. No harm meant.” ‘Did I miss something?’ You thought. Looking up at him and nudging his arm a little. A confused look on your face. Jason tilted his head down, leaning his head to the side and whispering “fill you in later.”. You nodded. Still listening, but keeping to yourself.

After Eric was finished with his presentation, you made your way over to Joey. He was talking to Eric with a concerned look on his face. As you approached, you cued in on their conversation. “Bet the farm on this. I have a good feeling we're gonna clear up." Said Eric. “I wish I shared your optimism, Colonel." Joey spoke, the colonel turned his heels and made his way over to Rachel, as you leaned on the table next to joey. “Hey, you okay?” You looked at him with a soft expression. Joey was always like a big brother to you, ever since you joined the team he and you would always get into trouble together. He sighed. “I’m okay, just a little worried is all” Joey shrugged

“Hey, don’t be. Nothings gonna happen to any of us, not if I can help it.” You smiled a little, tilting your head. “What if you can’t help it, scout? What if I can’t help you or, or merwin or-“ “hey” you interrupted “will you stop that. We’re gonna be okay. Promise” you stuck out your pinky, which made him smile a little, before wrapping his pinky around yours. “See? Everything is going to be A-O-K” you stood up straight. Knocking on his helmet playfully before walking off, on your way to get ready for the mission.

Tunnels, 1100 hours, 63ft

“Y/n! Get down!” You heard Joey scream, it sounded almost like an echo. What the fuck? “Joey?” You groaned. Everything hurt. You felt like shit. You tried to sit up, only to gasp at the sharp pain in your shoulder. Your eyes snapped open, only to see it was dark all around you, besides the circle of light around you, which came from the giant hole in the ceiling above.

“Oh, what the fuck?” You winced, rolling onto your side. Your vision was blurry for a second, before everything came clear. The pain in your shoulder was burning like a white flame. You clutched it, only to find that it felt wet. “Ah, shit” you hissed. Pulling your hand back into the sunlight. Your hand was covered in blood. “Fan-fucking-tastic” you whispered, looking around to observe your surroundings as you stood up. You couldn’t really tell where you were exactly, other than it was a tunnel of some sort. “Joey? Jason?” You whisper/called. Careful incase there were enemies nearby. “What the fuck” you whispered, again and again. It’s the only thought you really had, as you looked for your weapons. other than finding your team and patching up your shoulder, of course. You assumed it was a bullet hole, giving the fact you were just in combat. ‘Oh, shit.’ You thought. The memories flooding back.

You stood up straight, checking your clip. Thank god it was full. You took a couple steps towards the dark tunnel, raising your weapon. Turning your headlight on. You could barely see, the path was so narrow. You clicked the intercom button on your earpiece “Scout to mailman 3, Nicky? Where are you?” You spoke just above a whisper. Your new call sign made you smile a little. Jason had given it to you a few days ago, saying something about how you’re like a girl scout.

As you approached you realized the three figures were Nick, Jason and clarice. Nick and Jason were saying something about needing to find you, and You heard merwin groan in pain. “found her” he managed to get out, making them all turn around “fancy meeting you here” you joked lightheartedly, grabbing your knife and starting to cut the wires. “How did you- what? Where did you come from?” Jason said in disbelief. “I honestly don’t know, jase” you said softly. Glancing at him for just a second, before continuing to Concentrate on not injuring you or merwin any more. Finally, you cut the right wire that sent merwin to the ground.

As you all surrounded him, he started screaming again. “oh fuck he’s so fucked” you heard Jason say breathlessly. “You don’t think I can- hear you” merwin gasped between breaths. He really was fucked. Blood and guts never really bothered you, but this was just awful. His skin was torn to shreds, pieces of barbed wire still mauling his flesh. You had to do something to get it out. “Hey, hey, look at me” you said softly. Putting a hand on merwins helmet. You were trying to comfort him. He may have been a dick, but that didn’t mean you needed to be one. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna patch you up best I can, and then we’ll get out of here. Everything is going to be just fine.” “There’s morphine in my pack! Get it!” You heard Nick yell, “Jesus, who the hell loaded these packs” Jason grumbled. as you turned your head to look at them, clarice was yanked into the darkness.

“What the fuck?” You whispered in disbelief. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Jason stepped towards where clarice had disappeared. “Clarice?” Jason called softly, only to be answered by a menacing shrieking. Jason and Nick jumped back, meanwhile you had already grabbed merwins pack straps, ready to start moving him. “The fuck was that?” Merwin winced. Jason and Nick each grabbed one of merwins arms. “Move! Now!” He shouted, dragging the man behind the 3 of you. The trail of blood following.

“Nick he’s bleeding out, we have to take care of this” you insisted, dragging him into a corner. Hoping whatever was out there wouldn’t find you. You kept pressure on merwins wounds while Jason scoped out the area. “How is it?” Merwin winced. “You want the good version or the bad version?” You couldn’t look at him, knowing he was fucked either way. “Just give it to me straight.” He groaned. Nick shook his head, “I’m not gonna lie man, it’s pretty fuckin’ bad”. The shrieking was getting louder as you moved to start patching him up, he was bleeding out too quickly. “Whatever’s out there, he’s drawing them down on us!” Jason said in a panicked tone. You’ve never seen him this scared. “He won’t hold still jase, you need to get the morphine in him.” You turned your head. He was like a deer in headlights. “Now kolchek!” You demanded, he was a good soldier, they called him the best of the best. You knew he’d follow an order rather than a plea.

In a second Jason was digging the morphine out, as Nick kept his hand over merwins mouth to keep him quiet. you kept bandaging up several of merwins wounds, Joey had been giving you medicine training but it wasn’t enough.. wait, where’s Joey?you thought. Nick started to say something, but couldn’t hear what He was saying over the intense shrieking coming from down the hall. By the time you and Jason looked up, it was too late. “Nick, you’re choking him!” You slapped his hand away. Jason moved to check his pulse.

“Can’t find a pulse, I can’t find a fucking pulse” he said in a panicky tone. You looked over at Nick. “It can’t be! I- I didn’t mean to-“ he stuttered “he’s gone Nick, merwin is dead” Jason spoke just above a whisper. Your heart sank. You fell back into your heels, looking down at your blood soaked hands. Nick looked at you both in sheer regret. “I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean, fuck” he nearly shrieked. Standing up with his hands on his head “Nick it’s okay” you sighed. “It was an accident ” You stood up, ignoring the pain in your left shoulder and side. Jason stood beside you. Your heart jumped when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. Fuck. Why did he have to stand so damn close? Normally you’d be annoyed that someone’s up your ass, but Jason being close made you feel.. safe? Not the kind of safe Nicky made you feel. Nick always said he had to protected you, but you wanted jason to protect you, to hold you. Jesus, this ain’t the time.

“We gotta move guys, they’re coming.” You turned, and jason grabbed your left arm “hey we need to-“ You let out a yelp, Jason immediately released his hold. He had grabbed your bad arm. As the adrenaline wore off, you remembered that you were shot. “Fuck” you seethed as you clutched it. Him twisting your arm made it start to bleed again. “Y/n? What the fuck happened to you?” Jason moved closer. Grabbing your shoulder to examine you. “Ow, ow jason, be careful would you?” You whimpered, The shrieking from whatever was chasing you seemed to have subsided. “Christ, you got hit” he sighed, applying pressure. “Good news is, the bullet went clean through” he spoke softly as he started to put bandages on each side. “Bad news?” You seethed, Clenching his shirt tightly. “We’re out of morphine” he chuckled. Making you smile a little “awesome” you turned your head to look at him.

He seemed so focused. his eyes were narrow on your wound, cursing as he fumbled with the last bandage. You never noticed how attractive he really was until now. His face and arms were covered in dirt, he had a cuts and scrapes all over him. He brought his eyes to meet yours and you immediately felt your face heat up, looking away and at nick. He was looking at the floor, clearly upset. “Nick-“ “Let’s move” Nick said sorrowfully, breezing past you and Jason, and down the cave corridor. You looked up at Jason, who was already looking at you. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” You whispered as you both started to walk, careful not to let Nick hear. “He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine” Jason spoke as if he was trying to convince himself, rather than you.

Suddenly, you hear some sort of clicking noise behind you. You turn, shining your headlight towards the noise. Your heart stopped. There was some sort of.. creature crawling towards you. It was winged,and massive. “Oh my god” you gasped. Jumping back. The creature shrieked, standing on two legs and bellowing an inhuman scream. “Fuck, fuck! We gotta move!” You heard Jason yell, in an instant your tiny group was racing down the corridor, being chased by whatever the hell that was. You rounded a corner, seeing collapsed debris over a small staircase, and a clear bath right next to it. “We gotta go through it!” Nick shouted. “The other ways safer, she can’t make it through-“ You cut Jason off irritably. “I don’t need my damn shoulder to jump.” You hissed, immediately hurdling over the collapsed pieces of structure. You didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but now was not the time to be careful.

The boys followed close behind as you ran into a semi open area. Before you could even look around, something smashed into your side, knocking you to the ground. “Y/n!” You heard Nick shout as your back hit the floor. The winged creature was ontop of you, clawing at your face. You shielded yourself and tried to kick it off as best you could but to no avail, you pulled out your knife and started stabbing it in the chest. “Get it off!” You shrieked as Nick and Jason started shooting at it. the thing ran off, giving you time to scramble to your feet. You clutched your side in agony. “God I hate this place” you groaned, continuing to run down the tunnel. You ran as fast as you could, praying to whatever god was listening that there weren’t more ahead of you. You came to a corner. Stopping and pointing your weapon behind you down the hall.

“What the hell is going on?!” Nick shouted. “I don’t know man, it was not supposed to play out like this” Jason spoke shakily. “How the hell are we going to get out of-“ you were cut off by a voice over your earpiece. “Any call signs this is king, contact contact! Taking fire! Does anyone cope over!” You turned to look at Jason. “That’s Rachel!” Nick cried. “King, this is mailman 2-1 actual say again, over.” Jason said, holding his earpiece. No response. “king this is mailman 2-1 actual. How copy, over?!” Nothing. “Damn it!” He hissed, turning around and leading down the tunnel.

A little bit of time had passed, and all three of you had been walking for a while, in silence. Nick was the first to speak up. “I killed him” he choked out, “I fucking killed merwin” he let out a shaken breath. “It was an accident.” You and Jason said nearly in unisons. “Just like the woman at the checkpoint” he shook his head. “Don’t make shit weirder than it already is, clear your fucking mind!” Jason hollered. Making you jump a little.

“We need to find someplace to chill out for a second. Figure out a plan” you grumbled, turning a corner and seeing Eric, sobbing near a cliff. You felt so dizzy that you really didn’t care about Eric’s state of being. “Go see what’s up with him, I’ll keep watch” you said to Jason, who nodded and approached the colonel with Nick. You could hear Eric crying, but couldn’t make out any of the words. Everything hurt, your head was pounding, your shoulder felt like it was on fire, and your side was in excruciating pain. The creature that took you down must have broken a rib, or at the very least bruised one. You were still worried about Joey, hoping he was topside and safe.

“Rachel!” You jumped and ran towards your teammates at the sound of Nick yelling. “What the hell happened?” You said, looking between the three men. All of them were staring over the cliff. “No..” you stepped back. Shaking your head in disbelief, tears brimming your eyes. How could she be gone? You felt sick. “We gotta move, colonel we’re sitting ducks! We need to fall back, now.” Jason hollered. “Over there” Nick pointed towards what seemed to be a separate room, with huge doors. “Let’s go” you sighed, following Jason & nick. Eric was behind you.

“Scout, you’re bleeding” Eric exclaimed. Rushing to your side. “I’m fine, really, kolchek patched me up” you gave him a weak smile. “No, I mean you’re bleeding through the bandages.” “What?” You looked down, your shirt drenched in fresh blood. “Son of a bitch” you hissed, applying pressure. “Scout you don’t look so good..” Nick said warningly, walking closer to you with Jason beside him. “Gee, thanks sergeant, you really know how to make a girl feel special” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. You knew you’d eventually loose enough blood to weaken you, but you didn’t think it’d happen this quickly.

“Y/n seriously. Look at me.” Jason spoke up, and you did. “Jesus Christ” he breathed. Instantly putting your good arm over his shoulders. You tried to resist, but you were too tired. “Jason I’m fine, I can keep going.” You pleaded. You didn’t want to be dead weight. “Bullshit.” He grumbled. Picking you up and carrying you through the door. Everything faded to black.

Flashback

“Scout, hey! Um, hello? Earth to y/n?” You heard, picking your head up from your sketch pad to see Jason. “Oh hey kolchek. What’s up?” You were sitting on your bunk, relaxing after a long day of paperwork. “I said, Whatcha drawing there?” He chuckled. Sitting across from you. “I- um- nothing.” You said hurriedly, attempting to close your sketchbook, but he snatched it up to take a peek. “Jason!” You whined, trying to get it back. “No no! Let me see!” He laughed. Standing up and backing away so he could take a better look. “Well, we’ll miss y/l/n, something you need to tell me?” He teased. Holding it up and pointing at the half finished drawing of himself. He was standing in the briefing room, infront of a beautiful arched doorway. “I- no. What? No. I draw all of you I just- fuck this is awkward” you groaned. Covering your face with your hands. “Well?” He teased, raising his eyebrows with a grin on his face. “Jesus, Jason, I-“ you sighed. “I just like to draw you guys, that’s all” you looked up at him, praying he wouldn’t flip a page and see the one of him shirtless on the previous page. “I’m just teasin’, I think it’s pretty cool” he smiled, handing the sketch pad back. “Thanks” you smiled, taking the pad and setting it on your cot. “Next time though, you should draw one of us” he gulped, realizing what he just said. “You know, all of us” he said a little too quickly, causing you to raise an eyebrow. “Well well, mr kolchek, something you wanna tell me?” You teased, mocking him. You stood up, walking closer to him. The tension was growing thicker every second. “I-“ he was cut off by Joey coming into the room “guys, Merwin and Nick are gonna- woah. Am I interrupting something?” He said in shock, seeing you and Jason nearly chest-to-chest “nope, not at all, Cmon lieutenant” you hummed, following Joey out of your room. Jason just stood there, flustered and confused.

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vigilante-3073 · 2 months

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Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Hold Me Part 2

Apology Flowers

Helping Hand

My Love Mine All Mine

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Cuddle For Warmth

Tree-hugger Part 2 Part 3

James Wilson x Female Reader

Head of Pediatrics Reader

Blue Or Pink?

Cancer

Loss & Grief

Wedding Bells Or Separations?

Pretty In Pink

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Distance

Insecurities

Ink

Snooze

Love Story

Jason Kolchek x Female Reader

Chemistry

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house-of-kolchek · 1 year

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Hi !! I’ve been reading a bunch of your fics cause im hyper fixated on Jason Kolcheck rn. And I was wondering if you could do a Jason Kolcheck x reader fic where Jason has a breeding kink😵‍💫I would really appreciate if you did it cause my birthdays next week so it would be like a birthday present anyways, thats my request/idea. Thanks, love your fics❤️🤭

Hello!! Happy belated birthday dear!

I'm so sorry I was late with this - I was trying to get it finished by the end of the week but life got in the way a little bit. I hope you enjoy this!!

Put a Baby in Me, Darlin' (18+)

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings? JasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasa-

Word Count: 2k

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When Jason looked at you, he looked hungry.

Which didn’t bode particularly well considering you were in the middle of a child's birthday party.

But no. You weren’t one to back down from a challenge.

You smirked at the man, sending him a wink before turning your attention back to the group of girls - all under the age of ten. You grinned, bowing your head and allowing one of the girls - Charlotte, who sported adorably mismatched pigtails - to place a too-small plastic tiara on your head.

“My, my, what an honor to be granted the title of representative,” you gushed, your voice taking on an exaggerated posh accent. Charlotte giggled, returning your bow before rushing back to her friends, all sprawled across the lawn looking eagerly at your form. In their eyes, you could clearly see they didn’t understand even half your words, but they still faced you with the glimmer of absolute fascination.

“Repentive!!” One of the girls shrieked, erupting into laughter at the hilarity of the word.

So maybe they were paying more attention than you gave credit for.

“Alas!” you announced, your voice nearly cracking with your accent. “My first act as representative-” the girls giggled, erupting a soft pang in your heart “-will be to declare candy as every meal!”

The chorus of excited shrieking drew all the party’s attention to you, as a swarm of girls tackled you into a pile. Your tiara flew across the lawn, your hair tangling into the grass as you wrapped your arms around as many of them as you could manage. Fighting back grunts as elbows and knees poked into your gut, you couldn’t help the laughter escaping your lips as the group began chanting “Candy! Candy!” on repeat.

“Alright, girls!” Another, much more adult voice cut through the chants. “Get off aunt (Name)!”

You noted the amusement in her tone as Jason’s sister, Amanda, entered your field of view. Pulling the crowd of kiddos off you, she gave a playful roll of her eyes, waiting for you to stand again.

“Candy Queen,” you mouthed, drawing a snort from her.

“I’m calling you when Barb’s bouncing off the walls at 1am you know,” she threatened, and you offered her a mild shrug, reaching down to ruffle the hair of the accused.

As Amanda guided the children along to the recently unveiled pinata, a warm pair of hands wrapped around your waist. You stiffened for only a second, before Jason’s husky voice whispered against the shell of your ear.

“Y’know, you’re really good with them,” he remarked with a dangerous glint to his tone. His palms swept under your shirt, warm against the skin of your stomach.

“Are you seriously trying to turn me on in the middle of your niece’s birthday party?”

“Is it workin’?” He chuckled as you slapped his wrists away, turning to press a brief kiss against the curve of his jaw.

“No,” you teased, pinching at the collar of his shirt as you stepped away from him. “But I’m having fun getting you all riled up.”

His mouth fell open, a retort on his lips, as you made your way back over to the group of adults. You graciously accepted as one of Jason’s cousins offered you the opportunity to hold their newborn. With a flare of mischief, you glanced back over to your husband, quirking a brow at the intense stare he faced you with. The tips of his ears turned red, and just to rile him up further, you leaned to press a kiss against the baby’s little forehead.

It wasn’t like he kept it hidden. You saw the hungry way he looked at you any time you were around children. You’d heard him whisper “puttin’ a baby in you” at least more than twice in the bedroom. Hell, the first time you’d told him he could come inside you, it took him exactly two seconds to do just that.

And you were far from against it. You were good with kids, and you loved them. Especially in recent months, you’d found yourself fascinating about your own little bundle of joy. Your heart and your pussy swelled at the thought of a little one - hopefully sporting Jason’s deep brown eyes and your hair - staring back up at you with one of those toothless smiles you adored so much.

And so, as the party drew to an end, and you bent down to kiss your niece goodnight, you took a new pleasure in the way Jason’s gaze bored into your back. You took your time offering goodbyes, teasing him relentlessly as you hovered by the front door.

The drive home was rather uneventful, instead filled by a warm tension in the air. Jason drove quickly, his breaths heavier than usual. And yes, when you glanced down, you didn’t fail to notice the tightness against the front of his pants.

Yeah. This was gonna be fun.

You followed Jason’s retreating figure, letting your gaze sweep up and down his body as he entered your home. His gaze stayed firmly cemented to the floor, that familiar quirk in his brows as he held his tongue. To hazard a guess, he almost looked embarrassed.

Why? You weren’t quite sure. So, with a slight pang of sympathy, and less than slight ache in settling in your lower stomach, you finally gave him what he wanted.

“Alright handsome. You gonna put a baby in me or what?”

And Jason choked.

His gaze snapped to you, his pupils growing wide as you stepped closer, leaning in to brush your fingers across his chest. He mouthed quiet words, his adam's apple bobbing as you watched him go through the five stages of grief within two seconds. He’d been caught, until he started to realize that you liked it.

“I think I would make a pretty good mommy, don’t you?” you drawled, grinning wickedly as his arms tensed, his hands curling into tight fists. With a flash in his eyes, and another heavy gulp, Jason’s voice dropped an octave.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game there, sweetheart,” he warned, and you brightened at the challenge. Curling both your hands into his shirt, you stood on your toes, your lips just barely brushing against his with each word you uttered.

“Oh, I don’t play games… daddy.”

And in the next second, Jason scooped you into his arms, winding your legs around his waist and surging forward until your back hit the door. His lips collided with yours in a messy kiss, his tongue already prodding at your bottom lip. You gasped against his lips, wrapping your arms tight around his neck as you arched into his chest. His worn baseball cap hit the ground with a soft thump, and your hands flew into his hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands.

With his hips pinning you against the wall, Jason leaned back enough to yank your shirt over your head. Dipping his head back down, he pressed hot kisses against the column of your throat. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you up enough so he could rut against your core, growing firmer with each thrust.

“Bed,” you breathed out between gasps. Jason nodded against your skin, slipping his hands across your back as he walked you across the hall and into your room. Depositing you on the bed, he paused to strip his own shirt off, before covering you with the warmth from his skin as he continued to attack your neck and jaw with kisses.

You keened as he bit into your neck, sucking hard enough to leave an angry purple mark just under the skin. Moving his mouth downwards, he turned his attention to your covered breasts, running his tongue along the curves in a searing line.

“I can’t wait to see these all swollen up,” he groaned, covering each breast with his hands and squeezing once, before he reached under your back to unclip your bra. His words sent a stream of heat to your core, and you rutted against him as his lips latched on to one of your nipples.

“I bet you can’t,” you sighed out, drawing a deep grumble from his throat as you tugged on his hair. “But I bet this’ll drive you even crazier.” Latching your fingers around his, you dragged his free hand down, resting his palm across your abdomen. Jason’s lips fell from your skin, his eyes squinting shut as his hips bucked against yours.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” he hissed, pressing one more hot kiss against your stomach before fumbling with the button of his jeans. With a flash in his eyes, he jerked his chin towards you, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Strip.”

In an instant, your hands were at the waist of your pants, tugging them down with your panties in one swipe. Jason - ever the impatient man - helped yank the garment off your ankles, his hands gripping each of your knees to spread your legs. With a shuddering sigh, he let one hand cup the warmth between your legs, tracing a finger along your folds and groaning at the slick.

“Fuck, Darlin.’ Think you can take it without any prep?” he husked, his gaze fixated on your core as one hand absentmindedly stroked himself.

Well, if you didn’t before, you sure as hell did now.

All it took was your nod, and Jason was leaning over you again, lining himself up before easing into you. You hissed out a long gust of air at the stretch, one arm reaching behind your head to dig your fingers into the sheets.

“‘m gonna fill you up so good,” he grumbled, cupping the backs of your legs and pressing them back to your chest. Hovering over you, he set a rapid pace, drilling into you in a way that felt almost feral.

Jason leaned over you, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead against the valley between your breasts before he dipped down, his tongue running rapidly along your skin to lap it up. You groaned, rolling your hips against him, the friction against your clit adding to that delicious ache in your core.

“What are you gonna do?” you hissed, your throat catching on the words as Jason gave a particularly hard snap of his hips. His lips seared against the skin of your collar as he groaned, his fingers digging into your sides.

“‘m gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you,” he chanted, his pace growing sloppy. The words sent heat straight to your core, and your nails dug in against his shoulders as you bucked your hips up to meet his.

“Say it again,” you ordered.

And he did.

Again, and again he chanted, his voice breaking and rising in pitch. The clipped sounds in the back of your throat met his as you yanked his head down, attacking his lips with tongue and teeth as the coil in you finally snapped.

Jason was soon to follow you, falling over the edge with a drawn out, shaky gasp. He fell across your trembling form, reaching to brush one of the many messy strands of hair away from your eyes. With a sheepish grin, he pressed a final, soft kiss to your shoulder, before heaving himself back to a seated position.

You groaned, your head falling back into the pillows as he angled your hips back. Pulling out, he watched, completely entranced as his release leaked from you. His finger traced under your entrance, swiping it all up and pushing back into you. You whined at the overstimulation, your thighs clamping shut, inadvertently pinning his hand in place as a makeshift-plug. Meeting your eyes, Jason’s grin grew, a mischievous glimmer forming in his eyes.

“Hey so what do you think of the name Simon?”

“Jason!”

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chaosandbubbles · 11 months

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Stargazing // Jason Kolchek Drabble

Jason Kolchek X Female Reader

A/N: This drabble was originally written for @yeslieutenant or @obsessedwithtoomanythings. Go follow her! She's great! Just another repost as I move things over to this blog. You also know me as yellowroseskolchek but that bitch is burned now.

WARNINGS AND TAGS: Depression, simp!Jason(honestly do we expect anything different from me at this point?!),

Word Count: 482

Jason Masterlist, Main Masterlist

"I don't know, man, she's just been lying there, staring at the ceiling," Nick sighed, gesturing vaguely to where you were lying in the middle of the room, pretending that the dots on the ceiling were tiny stars and that you were outside. Maybe camping with your family, or--Stargazing. No, you were definitely Stargazing.

"And you ain't got a clue as to why she's hangin' out...on the floor?" Jason asked, again, biting his lip as his mind raced with worries about you. "In her pajamas?"

"No," Nick answered, shaking his head. "It's like I said, man, she ain't talkin' to anybody. Just laying there, mumbling something under her breath and staring at the ceiling."

"I'll go talk to her," Jason insisted, straightening out his shirt and hurrying over to you without so much as another word to Nick.

Jason had been harboring a crush on you since you'd shown up here, at Camp Slayer, beautiful and completely different than any other woman he had ever met. You were tough, funny, and confident--it was like you really knew who you were, and what you wanted and Dear God, it was so sexy.

He'd never seen you like this before, though. Despondent, numb, quiet.

"Hey," Jason greeted as he approached you, kneelin' down to get a little bit closer to you. "Are you, uh, are you feelin' alright?"

Your only answer was a sigh, but you turned your face to him, your eyes bloodshot and exhausted. That only confused him more—he figured maybe you'd been cryin', or you were upset about somethin'---but you looked totally vacant, like there were no emotions at all goin' through your head.

"I didn't sleep last night," you replied, finally, after a few long moments. "I haven't slept in like, a month, actually."

"A month?!" Jason exclaimed, and your head turned away from him, staring at the ceiling again. "Y/n, that's not healthy; are you sick?"

"I'm depressed." The words came out straightforward, monotone. Jason gulped, unsure of how to navigate this—never having had to deal with this sort of thing before. "And I'd just like to lay here, pretending that the patterns are actually stars and I'm somewhere better than this, okay?!"

Jason sighed then, nodding, but what really caught you off-guard was when he suddenly laid down next to you, lying an arm around his own stomach and pressing his head next to yours.

You stiffened, blinking back tears and your voice cracking and desperate in the first show of emotion from you today when you asked: "What are you doing?!"

Jason turned his face to yours and you must have felt it, turning your face to his as well, nose-to-nose.

"I'm Stargazin' with my favorite person on base," Jason answered nonchalantly, his hand intertwining with yours. "For as long as she needs me to."

Maybe Jason was different from other men you knew, too.

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made for touching you || Jason Kolchek x Reader

loosely based on this little thot, featuring Jason’s thigh holster. 😈

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Cursing. Fem/AFAB reader. Suggestive content (explicit descriptions of masturbation, slight thigh humping, teasing, choking, grinding, dirty talk, begging, unprotected penetrative sex (p in v), switch Jason). Mentions of Reader having tattoos.

Word Count: 9.9k *cough*

A/N: many apologies for the monstrous length of this fic. I haven’t written in weeks and I was feeling super rusty, so this fic is me learning to English again. 😅 Also, I’m about to yeet myself to the next dimension. This took forever to finish.

Summary:

You’re Jason’s superior and you’ve come to join his squad for an important mission and he’s taken with you right off the bat. You’re cold, unpredictable and love to tease the living daylights out of the man - especially, after reading into his odd behaviors and deducing his little crush on you. Now it’s only up to him to take charge for once. Question is, will he? (Oh, yes, he will!)

The first time Jason had heard of you was your name on a slip of paper. Your colorful resume sure managed to deceive him for a hot second as he did not expect you to be so young. And so goddamn good looking. He expected a seasoned solider to step off that helo. Not… you.

He straightened up as you walked closer, hands woven together behind his back. The sun had crossed to the middle of the sky and the crests of desert sand surrounding the palace glowed bright and creamy. Flecks of slender palm trees perched in the distance swayed in the balmy autumn breeze.

It looked as though you carried some of that light around you - descended from the sun itself. The length of your neck glistened with a generous sheen of sweat. Your face was set like a freshly conserved portrait, and your eyes sat hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Your steps were firm and certain, and Jason could hear each thud of your boots echo in his ears even with you still farther away.

It was simply hard not to stare. Your presence demanded his attention. And as you drew closer, he could see the dark lines of tattoos peak from underneath your sleeves, spreading like vines along your biceps before they faded right above the junction of your elbows.

You were much closer now and your lips bore the faintest smile as you slowed to a stop before the man. You gave a nod of your head upon his salute.

“Lieutenant.” You greeted curtly.

Lieutenant. He’s heard it many times before, spoken by many mouths. But the way that one word rolled off your tongue, the confidence cutting into your gentle voice, it made his heart swell with fondness. And very quickly his lips reflected your soft smile as he offered you a handshake.

“Colonel. Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Jason didn’t need to see your eyes to know the stern authoritarian look within them, even as your calloused palm slid in his and gave a somewhat friendly shake. Chain of command and all that. And yet, that didn’t stop the course of shock running up his arm upon the warmth of your skin against his. Oh, this was going to be bad. Very bad.

“Is my office ready?” You asked, tone flat. A soft sigh punctuated the end of your question as you ran the back of your hand against your damp forehead.

“The boys are setting up, ma’am. Should be ready in no time.”

Your head inclined slowly, lips twisting into an unimpressed purse. As if the mere presence of you here, that one statement alone, bored you to tears, and Jason wasn’t sure if that was a good sign since you’d just arrived.

“Would you like a little tour ‘fore we settle you down?”

You gestured towards the tall doors. “Please. Take the lead.”

Oh, he damn well wanted to.

A taunting heat crawled up Jason’s neck as you walked past him inside – your shoulder only barely brushing over his chest. He looked down at your shorter frame and hooked his lip between his teeth as a large smile threatened to stretch across his cheeks. He wondered how fast he could melt your ice cold beneath him. If that haughty tone of your voice would break down to sweet breathless noises when he touched you.

The doors fell shut behind him as he stepped in after you, warding off the harsh sunlight with it. He watched you turn slowly on your feet, sunglasses now held between two fingers as you inspected the larger than life intricate pillars.

His eyes caught the curled strokes of tattoos that struck along the back of your neck from under your collar as you spun. And the surge of thoughts that came with it was too quick to hold from – picturing himself running his tongue along the dark lines, tracing a fresh, wet texture upon them. And he wondered how far down they went. How far down he could go.

“Care to show the way, Lieutenant?”

There you went with that title again, letting it fall from your tongue like a drizzle of honey, and it startled him back to you in now and here. You spoke so impatiently, yet politely. And he could very well trace the iciness and the pinch of demand hiding underneath your tone despite its warm lilt.

“Yes, sure. This way.” He gestured down the path before walking ahead of you.

He needed to get a grip. For god’s sake, he did. He could, by the true sense of the word, feel the blood rush from his brain and make his head feel as light as cotton. And it was going to the exact place he least wanted. Stop it. Don’t. He scolded himself as he felt the inevitable growth begin inside his pants. Oh, fuck.

He needed to distract himself. And fast.

“They say this place always had some kinda smell to it,” he started, tilting himself to look at you with a crooked grin. “Saddam’s girls loved playing dress up in here. That’s why they called it Perfume Palace.”

You hummed. “You don’t strike me as someone who cares about this stuff.”

“I—well, I heard it from one of the soldiers ‘round here. Thought it’d be nice to share.”

The smile you gave him was that kill shot he needed to send his brain into overdrive once again. Your sharp eyes were a pair of black holes devouring him. Your weighted gaze made him too aware of his own arms and legs.

“Are you nervous?”

“Sorry?” His eyes grew wide. Did he look nervous? He didn’t, did he?

You walked towards him and he just realized he had stopped moving completely, rooted to his spot as your figure drew closer and closer and he shrunk within himself.

“You look a little tense,” you motioned at his rigid shoulders. One of your hands sat on his arm and patted it gently. “Loosen up, Lieutenant. I won’t bite that hard.”

Or so you had said.

The running gag at the base quickly became that Colonel (L/N) ate soldiers for breakfast. And despite the connotation Jason’s mind liked to scurry to, he actually agreed with it. The air always shifted whenever you were in the room – crackled with energy like little snaps of electricity. But that could’ve been just him and his system of thinking that was now wired to revolve around his infatuation with you.

Then again, he could also count on one hand the amount of soldiers who weren’t shy to look you directly in the eye.

However, you’d managed to earn yourself an unwavering level of respect as well. Mailman 2-1 squad always jumped in to see your orders to fruition, led by Jason himself, no less. You were the engine and he was the fuel that made the wheels turn. You only needed to say ‘jump’ and he’d say ‘how high’.

And that was what Jason had greatly underestimated – having your constant presence in the palace. Every time he turned his head and saw you in a corner, no matter if your eyes met or not, his heart would give a jolt and warmth would flood his chest like a swarm of cicadas. His skin tingled with goosebumps whenever you walked past him, or whenever his ears caught the echo of your voice nearby. He only needed to catch a glimpse of you and that would be enough to fuel his thoughts for a few hours.

And those thoughts?

They were far from innocent.

And it was cruel. So cruel. These halls had lain dormant in his mind for so long but as soon as your presence made a claim upon the palace, every detail turned to an objective for sex - your office being the worst one, yet. With how much he frequented that wretched room to receive your orders or turn in a report, he had unwittingly conditioned himself to have blood automatically drain his skull to instead flood his cock every time he walked in to that face.

And Jason could swear you knew, too. There was just something about your eyes - two probing points of gravity that drank him in whenever he was within your reach. The barest of smirks adorning your lips, gaze riddled with mischief, it was as though you could read the thoughts running rampant inside his head.

Perhaps that was why his collar felt too tight around his neck now as you explained the directions for the upcoming mission in the briefing room. You had made him stand in front of the room with nothing to hide himself behind in case he became hard again. And you knew. You fucking knew! Your eyes had that naughty glint he’d come to recognize too well. The ever lingering purse of your lips broke into a smirk whenever you caught his eyes that screamed desperately for your mercy.

He couldn’t look away either because you wouldn’t let him. You were quick to call his name and draw his attention back - and this had been the third fucking time already. The other soldiers were beginning to notice something was off with him as well, and he could see them giving him doubtful glances from the corner of his eyes. Last thing he needed right now was a mistrusting squad to lead into a mission.

He folded his arms over his chest and leaned back into the edge of the desk behind him. He could barely feel his legs as he shifted uncomfortably, and your eyes were back on him again. He swallowed thickly, meeting your eyes with as much boldness as he could muster. Come on, look away! He silently begged you. Look the fuck away. Dammit!

And you eventually did. Thankfully. But Jason could barely hear you dismiss the room as blood rushed to his ears. The soldiers began scattering about the place to prepare for the mission, and it took him a good few seconds to gather his bearing and move back to his feet. He stole the opportunity to disappear from your line of sight to the equipment room.

The faint chatter in the vault lulled his heated thoughts, grounding him back in reality as he listened to his comrades share laughs and words of encouragement with each other. The harsh snaps of full magazines sliding inside breeches slowly became a sparse cacophony. Jason abandoned his gun to look for his thigh holster. Because, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember where he last left it.

The rush of noise slowly depleted from the room as he kept searching, and he cursed under his breath. He released an exasperated breath and kicked an emptied box of ammunition in frustration.

“Looking for this?”

He whipped around at the sound of your voice, eyes quickly drifting down to the black strap dangling over your fingers. A small smile curved his lips as you made your way to him, holding up the holster to his face. He reached a hand to take it from you but you continued walking, ignoring his outstretched arm until you were a mere hair breadth away. His arm fell limp on your shoulder, almost as if he meant to push you away but he didn’t. Instead, his hand instinctively cupped your neck. As if he’s done it many times before.

Your boot nudged gently in between his feet and they opened without objection. Letting a hand down, you fastened the holster around his thigh, fighting the temptation to dig your nails into the soft flesh. Your fingers brushed his inner thigh as you moved the strap around to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and Jason sucked in a sharp breath. You lifted your eyes to his, a roguish twinkle dancing in them. You’d heard it. Fucking hell.

“You’re a real piece of work, Kolchek.” You rasped, the vowels curling around your tongue and dragging the sounds out. Your finger still sat beneath the holster and Jason could feel it press into his skin as you slowly pulled it backward. “It’s a shame you get so tongue tied every time we’re alone. Do I make you that nervous?”

“No, ma’am.” He choked out and you grinned. A large wolfish grin that made him shrink back against the armory racks behind him, inadvertently pulling you closer to himself. Your bent knee now sat between his thighs, ever so slightly rubbing into his crotch. His heart was hammering in his throat.

“Aw, so polite,” you crooned mockingly, a dark chuckle tipping off your lips. “Then hit me with that sharp tongue of yours, Lieutenant. I know you’re hiding it in there somewhere,” your other hand rose to tap him gently under the chin. “I’ve seen that troublemaking attitude. I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, the holster band snapped back against Jason’s thigh. He yelped at the sharp pang and his body gave a sudden jolt – accidentally making himself meet your knee with his clothed cock. And his yelp quickly melted into a restrained moan. You snickered, finally distancing yourself.

“Anyway, good luck out there.”

A sweet smile lifted the corners of your mouth and Jason blinked, stunned. The soft look on your face was such a debilitating contrast to the dark teasing expression it had not even seconds ago. It made the absence of your warmth against his body ache with delirious need. And Jesus. He was straining against his pants with how fucking hard he had become.

You handed him his pistol and he reached out hesitantly. He could just circle his fingers around your wrist and pull you back to himself. Make you pay for being such a merciless tease. He could push you up against one of these racks and fuck that smugness out of you. One day, I swear to god, he thought as he finally took the gun from you.

“Bring me the good news, Kolchek. God knows we could use some around here.”

Good news. Is that what you had asked for? Well, shit. Jason might’ve overexerted his chances to make that happen.

Because this wasn’t good news at all.

The soldiers hopped off the helo silently, their feet heavy and worn. Jason felt as though his boots were anchored down to the spot beneath them. Even as the pilot radioed in to let him know they were taking off again, he could barely drag himself back to the ground. He dreaded facing you. Not knowing how you were going to react, the anticipation alone was doing its number.

Well, to his credit, the mission wasn’t a total fail, but it also very nearly was. And it was partly – hugely his fault.

He followed the squad to the palace, falling ahead of the group back to the briefing room where they were assigned to meet you for a quick debrief. He gathered his words, excuses, and that polite charm he knew worked well to alleviate any level of tension. But when they walked in, his wit flew right out the window upon seeing the look on your face.

Your brows were deeply knitted, lips twisted into an ugly line. He was done for. You rarely looked this angry. Strict, yes. But never so damn furious. And what was worse – that anger was directed right at him. Your eyes singled him out as soon as he was inside the room. As if you could smell the regret on him.

“You’re four hours late.” You said sternly, rising from your chair to walk towards him and Jason braced himself for what was to come. No one even tried to stop you. No one dared. Unless they wanted that anger turned to them instead.

You walked slowly, taking your time to take in the other faces in the room. You weren’t in a hurry to reprimand Jason but the oppressing air of defeat hung heavy over the room and you both knew he was going to receive his rebuke regardless of how long it was going to take.

And this made it so much worse. He already regretted going against your orders. Although the mission was accomplished. Quickly even. In and out, as he had said back inside the helo. But the stakes were too high and the risk of loss too great, and they came to immediately find that out the hard way.

“Of all people here to disobey an order, you were the last on my list, Kolchek.”

He hung his head, eyes pinned to his filthy boots. He deserved that, he knew he did.

“And I hate to say I’m disappointed because I was counting on you. When my lieutenant, my right hand man does such a poor job of following orders, I can’t have hope for anybody else here.”

“Ma’am…“ He tried to speak but all his brain kept repeating to him was my, my, my. And an assertive voice in his head screamed yes, I’m yours. Only yours.

You lifted a hand, quieting him immediately. “I’m not done,” your hand turned to point at him. “Your actions spoke enough for themselves.”

A moment’s worth of silence took you and Jason peered back up to meet your eyes. The heated look in them had softened, pupils quivering with worry. This wasn’t just an act of authority. No. You were genuinely troubled. And the distorted look of anxiety on your face made Jason’s chest tighten.

“Tell me why, Jason.”

Oh. It was getting worse by the second. You saying his name like this felt too personal. It made your disappointment all the more palpable.

“How do you justify what you did? How can you? We’ve been over this, haven’t we? We’d discussed how important this mission was. How fucking deadly. So, go ahead and explain yourself. Maybe then I’ll decide to ease off on you.”

Silence followed as you stared Jason down. You were waiting for an answer but he feared whatever came out of his mouth next was only going to make matters worse. But he had to try to remain in your good books.

“We–I thought if we take a shortcut through the village, it’d take us to the target zone faster. And it did but–”

You interrupted, “but at the cost of drawing attention to yourselves.”

“We had to wait out the ambush in an abandoned hut cos we didn’t wanna deal any casualties.”

“Christ.” The word came through a frustrated scoff as you shook your head.

A sudden flood of emotions flared up within Jason, brows drawing close. He couldn’t tell if it were an anger rooted from his humiliation or just his disappointment in himself for the mistake he made. Maybe both. Maybe that was even amplified by your disappointment as well. Either way, he didn’t hold himself back as he took a step in your direction, raising a waving finger in your face.

“I had it under control.” His voice rose an octave, flurry of burning red anger swirling in his chest. “We came back in once piece, didn’t we? If I’m your lieutenant then you better put some fucking trust in me.”

You were chest to chest now, the room had fallen behind you beneath a thick curtain of silence, swallowing the rest of the watchful heads inside the room. He held your heated gaze with a glare of his own, fists white knuckles tight by his sides.

“You wanna repeat that, Marine?” You goaded.

“I said,” Jason spat through clenched teeth. “I had this shit under control.”

You lifted your chin, staring at the man from beneath your lashes with a snarl pulling your lips back.

“I ought to make an example of you, Lieutenant Kolchek. Serve as a reminder for anybody fancy going behind my back again.” The last sentence rose above the room in a startling yell. “Get down and start pushing.”

A chorus of murmurs rose in the room, unsettled noises prodding at Jason’s already fired up nerves. Goosebumps prickled his skin as the scowl on your face deepened upon his incompliance.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Jason’s ears were tinted red – of anger? Shame? It was hard to tell with his eyes hidden under the shadow of his cap as he lowered his head. You could see his chest rise and fall heavily, the muscles contracting in his jaw as he gritted his teeth.

You sneered at him, lowering your voice so only he could hear, “you keep running your mouth like that next time, and I’d give you a real reason to moan about.”

Fuck. What?

And just like that his anger gave way to confusion and impossible need.

His eyes shot back to yours. Wide. Frenzied. But no. You were serious. The sour expression on your face hurt to look at. That sweet angelic face. He actually managed to make it look so disdainfully at him. It felt alien. Like you were a completely different person. Like you weren’t his strong brave girl he’d be at every beck and call of.

He regretted raising his voice. Dammit. He regretted not listening to you.

Jason’s heart raced like a caged bird adamant to free itself. He was about to carry out his punishment in front of every solider under him right in this room, but now he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset again. Though maybe he was. Maybe the raging heat taking over his body as he leveled himself with your boots on the filthy ground was exactly that.

Oh, who was he kidding? It really wasn’t, was it?

His pulse thrummed in his ears as you towered over him. Your boots were right in front of his face. The laces were tied neatly, the leather shiny and clean, as if you haven’t spent even one damn day out in the battlefield. Miss prim and proper. Did it even cross anybody’s mind how much you enjoyed toying with him?

“One,” you began, and Jason lowered himself once to the ground. Then again and again as you made it loudly through the sequence of numbers.

You knew exactly what you were doing giving his punishment right as he returned to base. Exhausted from a draining mission, he was bound for a slip up. And you watched him with hawk like focus for the right moment his arms trembled, or the slightest whimper of protest. But Jason kept his speed regular, chewing his lip into his mouth as his muscles began to sting.

“Stop.” You demanded and he did. You crouched down to his level, two fingers holding his chin firmly and lifting his head. His eyes met yours, staring vacantly. “Was that enough or should I give you a real fucking punishment?”

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His eyes were pinned to your lips as his own fluttered aimlessly. You were so fucking close. He could feel your harsh exhales on his face. God, you were so fucking hot when you were mad.

“Is that a no?”

Your voice dragged him back to reality and his eyes founds yours as he swallowed. The dark lines of frustration had returned to your face and you were glaring down at him again.

“Get yourself to my office. And I better see you there in five minutes, Marine. Am I clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He whispered.

“Let’s see if you can keep up with orders this time.”

Jason’s fingers curled and uncurled around the doorknob of your office door. He wet his dry lips, heart thumping achingly hard in his chest, his throat constricted with difficulty as he swallowed. If he were lucky, you’d consider against ratting him out to the higher ups. But after today, he couldn’t be too sure anymore.

“Come in, Jason.” Your impatient demand came through the old wooden door right as he raised his knuckles to knock.

He opened the door and stepped in. Your desk was right across the room, and you were seated behind it in that same chair he’d pictured you many times with your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into you.

He had to force his rationale through the haze of his lewd thoughts to make himself meet your gaze. Your eyes cut like glass shards, narrowed to slits and ablaze, completely devoid of the usual cold distant look in them. Or the occasional softness you directed only at him in a full room.

“Close the door.”

He did, and he stood right by it, a hand rising to his temple in salute.

“I saw your shadow under the door. You thought I wouldn’t notice it?” You heaved an exasperated sigh, shaking your head. “Sit down.”

Jason obeyed quietly, seating himself down on the battered leather couch by your desk. A blank piece of paper sat before him on the coffee table. He looked up with a questioning raise of his brows before they drew close upon noticing the quick movement of your hand scribbling down on a paper of your own.

“We’ll do this the old fashioned way,” you dropped your pen and it landed with a dull thump on the desk. Jason followed it with his eyes as it rolled to the edge before you caught it and held it up to his face. “Since you wanna act like a fucking brat, I’m gonna give you a punishment that counts. I want that paper right there filled in an hour with one sentence and one sentence only – can you guess what that is?”

“(Y/N)–”

“Answer me.”

“I don’t know. Fucking enlighten me.” Jason yelled, arms flying frustratedly in the air.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Kolchek. I’m almost done with your suspension letter, so I’d choose my next words very carefully if I were you.”

Jason’s heart stuttered. Fuck. You were serious about this. If you actually sent him away, it would leave the biggest stain on his reputation. And what else – not seeing you anymore. No. No. He couldn’t let that happen.

But the veil had been lifted from his anger and the swirl of burning hot emotions was rising in his chest once again, rousing goosebumps along his arms as the cold gust of humiliation washed over him. Everything was coming back again at once. Shame. Regret. Desire. The dissonance was driving him crazy. He needed you and yet, he never despised himself for it the way he did now.

“All this for a goddamn stupid mistake.” He said through teeth.

Your palm came down harshly on the desk and he flinched upon the sudden sound.

“It wasn’t fucking stupid and you damn well know it.” Your voice was loud but it had lost its distant sense of authority. It cracked as you spoke, hauling through the lump threatening to break loose in your throat. Your eyes grew glassy and they fluttered rapidly, blinking away the tears stinging the corners of your vision.

“You don’t get it, do you? I was scared for you, Jason. You went radio silent for four fucking hours. Anybody who had any idea what was going on was right there with you. You left us in the dark. You left me in the dark. You wanna be mad at me? Fine. Be fucking mad. But there’re people here who actually give a shit about you.”

A grin slowly crept to Jason’s face, relieving realization dawning on him. You liked him. You actually truly liked him. Well, you were shit at making the point but holy fuck! Since when?

“I’m sorry.” He said, his smile growing wider and you scoffed.

“You don’t look sorry.”

“I did say I had it under control.” He repeated his excuse, though less argumentative this time.

His eyes were soft as he stared at you. His arms ached to be wrapped around you. He so badly wanted to hold your face and kiss your trouble away. To run his fingers through your hair and reassure you.

You released a sharp sigh and stood from your chair, making your way to him between his legs and the coffee table. He looked up at you, eyes innocently round as they peered into yours. After a grueling moment of silence, Jason’s gaze slowly lowered from yours and you held his chin firmly in place. His eyes rose back to meet your gaze again.

“You’re not invincible. They keep drilling in your head that you’re the best of the best but you’re not a fucking machine. They run you like a racehorse and problem is, you believe in it now cos that’s what your life has come to.”

The back of your hand sat against his cheekbone, caressing the smooth skin gently. Jason leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering close as a content sigh slipped past his lips.

“I don’t want to lose you to some stupid fucking technicality just cos you wanna act like a damn fool out of his restraints. Fucking hell, Jason. You can’t be this thick in the head.”

Jason’s hand caught your wrist as your hand dropped from his face. His thumb trailed over the back of your hand soothingly, his eyes rich with adoration.

“Well, shit. Never knew you could go all soft on me like that.”

“You’re an idiot.”

He grinned in response, lifting your hand to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles. You raised your idle hand to rub against the caked dirt on his cheek.

“And you look like shit.”

“I’m fine.” Jason protested as you distanced yourself to fetch your first aid kit from your desk. You were back in front of him instances later. “Seriously, (Y/N).”

“So, it’s (Y/N) now?” A playful smirk sat in the corner of your mouth as you opened a bottle of disinfectant.

A crooked smile curved his lips. “I can call you whatever you want.”

“I do like the way you say my name.”

“Yeah? But I ain’t even trying.”

“And how would you say it if you were trying?”

The question flew out of your mouth without even thinking twice about it. Just a plain attempt to carry on a conversation as you dabbed a soaked piece of cotton across Jason’s cheeks. The implications were lost on you as you were occupied with focus.

Jason didn’t waste a damn second to make his point. His face contorted with a frown, lips parting as a string of feigned suggestive moans fled his mouth.

“Mmm. Fuck. (Y/N). Ah.”

“That was – I didn’t mean it like that.” You murmured, eyes blown wide. A surge of heat enlivened your core as you took in Jason’s cocky lopsided grin.

“Oh, yeah?”

You shrugged with a playful smile. “But that does give me an idea.”

You leaned with your leg in between Jason’s already parted thighs, close enough that he could feel the curve of your knee press into his crotch. He swallowed as your face drew close, his eyes drifting down to lock upon your lips.

“I wonder if that’s how you really sound like.”

“You’re free to give me a try, darling.” He whispered huskily, lidded eyes coming up to meet yours again.

You moved your leg – just barely, letting him feel its pressure on his cock and he gasped loudly. A flood of heat gnawed its way down to your core, and the raw urge to completely ruin this man became a constant thought.

You lifted your leg over his thigh and straddled his waist. His hands immediately found purchase on your waist as you rolled your hips. Once. Twice. Once more. And Jason shuddered with a quivering breath, whining at the tortuous movement of your body. Head thrown back against the headrest as he arched his back.

“Damn, girl. Take me out on a date first – mhm. Oh, fuck.”

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, trailing your lips to his ear and cupped them gently around his earlobe. His fingers dug indents into your hips, tugging you even closer to himself.

“(Y/N)?” The name came as a breathless question. “(Y/N).”

You hummed your response, your tongue claiming the smooth skin of his neck as your lips left open mouthed kisses. A stifled moan tipped off Jason’s lips but he didn’t speak.

“What is it?” You urged.

“You’re killing me here. Fuck.”

You smirked and rolled your hips again, meeting his aching crotch firmly and he groaned.

“You better fuck me good if you’re gonna tease me like this.”

“So, not only you don’t take orders, you’re giving me one right now?”

“Shit. That’s not—” He swallowed back his words as you withdrew your mouth from his skin and returned your face before his. One of your hands crawled up his chest, fingers then slowly curling around his neck. Jason’s chest heaved heavily. Plea roiled the need behind his eyes. “Come on, baby. Do it. I know I made you so mad today. So, why don’t you take out your anger on me, ha? I promise I can take it.”

You squeezed his neck gently, and Jason’s lips parted into a silent moan, eyes fluttering close as his head lolled back. Your fingers pressed more firmly and a strangled whimper slipped off his lips.

“Look at me.” You growled.

Jason’s eyes, glossy with lust, opened to look right into yours. His mouth was permanently agape with the unvoiced moans that were repressed beneath the pressure of your fingers. You leaned forward and hooked his lip between your teeth, drawing a breathless noise from him. When you let go, Jason chased after your lips, and you pulled back farther with a teasing smirk.

“Yeah. I guess that is how you sound like.”

“What?” Jason said, dazed, chest heaving heavily against yours. His hands shifted uncertainly on your hips.

You rose back to your feet and walked to your desk, plopping down in your chair without sparing him another glance. Jason’s eyes fluttered as the coldness of your absence slowly sobered his senses. He was very painfully aware of how hard he still was and how his skin tingled with the adrenaline that had, yet to subdue within his veins.

“I expect to see you tomorrow as always. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Understood?” Your tone bordered on strictly professional again. You were also making sure to make a show of ripping the ‘suspension letter’ you were determined to taunt him with only earlier. You lifted your head to look at him with a raise of your brow upon his silence. “Understood, Kolchek?”

He nodded quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

Jason could barely catch a blink of sleep that night. He kept twisting around in his thin bedsheet, futilely trying to shove down the flood of suggestive images his brain kept throwing at him. His pulse spiked with the rush of adrenaline, his cock growing hard in his sweatpants again. Fuck. Why did you have to be so hot but so goddamn cruel? Why?

It was useless. He couldn’t sleep like this.

He got up from the bed and tossed away the sheet, reaching for his towel inside his duffel bag by the bed and silently made his way out of his room. Nothing a cold shower couldn’t fix. Right? Right?

He stepped into the shower room and stripped his layers. And when he flipped on the tap, the blistering hot water made him groan in frustration. Great. Just what he needed.

Letting his fingers run through the gush of hot water, embraced by the swirls of steam floating inside the crammed tiled cubicle, the surge of thoughts returned to his mind and he cursed thickly under his breath. Time for plan B.

Standing in the circle of downpour, he sucked in a wavering gulp of breath and took himself into his hand. A restrained groan rumbled in his chest as he slowly dragged his palm along his firm shaft, propping another hand against the cold shower wall to support his trembling knees.

With his eyes shut tight, he pictured your hands on him, insistently building him up, breathing words of praise into his ear as you did. He let his head back to moan heartily as the image of you on your knees took up his mind. Oh, (Y/N).

Your name fell off his tongue before he could stop himself. And the sound then began rolling like marbles inside his mouth. A mindless chant that rose above the brash pattering of the water and soaked through the walls. The litany grew breathier and more broken the faster his hand became around his cock.

And that was perhaps why he didn’t hear the creak of the door as it opened, far sunken beneath the weight of his mounting arousal as the fury of heat whelmed every bit of his body. His moans only became bolder, your name coming through his gritted teeth more times he cared to admit as he stalked closer to his climax.

Only when he looked up to see the silhouette of your body blocking the light from behind the cheap plastic curtain parting him from you that he finally came to. He froze. His breaths left him hard and uneven. His face prickled with ice cold embarrassment, his mouth suddenly dry as he swallowed.

“You’re trying to wake up the entire damn palace?” Came your playful voice from behind the curtain. You were holding its plastic hem within your fingers and had lifted it slightly to let the dull warm light through. He could see your bare legs now, peaking from underneath a white towel wrapped around your body. “I didn’t think I’d run into you so soon after…” Your sentence waned into a light knowing chuckle, and Jason’s cheeks stung with heat.

You were getting a kick out of this. And he despised how you always managed to get him into a situation where his wit failed him. As much he enjoyed your teasing, you were unrelenting. You pushed him far enough to keep him wanting for more, yet not enough to release him from his bounds. And then he was left fending for himself in the purgatory you’ve created for him.

You pulled back the curtain, your face filling up his vision. Your eyes were soft and stared at him with adoration. It made a pleasant warmth bubble in his chest, his lips mirroring the smile upon yours.

“Well, hello there, gorgeous.” You singsonged, and Jason scoffed a laugh.

You let the towel fall in a heap around your feet and stepped in the cubicle with him. The curtain fell behind you, distancing the pair of you from the outside world. He could now see the vine-like curl of your tattoos inking your shoulders. Their faded edges met right above your cleavage and he let himself stare freely for once. Eyes leisurely drifting down to the intricate designs on your sternum and farther down to your hip bones.

Each piece felt so you. Bold, yet sophisticated. Dark, yet soft and gentle. His fingers instinctively rose to trace between the swells of your breasts, his nails tracing gently over the darkened texture of your skin.

“You weren’t planning to have fun without me, were you?” You lifted a hand to brush away his scattered wet fringe. A crooked smile curled the corner of his mouth.

“Did you have something else in mind?”

“I mean I’m very naked right now. What does that tell you?”

Jason’s eyes twinkled with mischief. You cocked a questioning brow before a loud gasp escaped you as he took your arms and spun you around, switching his place with you. You were now standing inside the outpour of the shower. He gave an easy laugh as you pushed back your hair with a moue of irritation.

“Come ‘ere, baby.”

His warm hands wound around your waist and drew you closer to himself, joining you under the shower as he stared down at you with a lingering smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes, resting your palms against his chest.

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a little devil, so guess we’re even.”

Your hands slowly lowered upon his skin, your nails lightly scratching an invisible path down to the hard lines of his stomach. You looked up, hooking your lip between your teeth.

“Ah, no, no, no,” Jason’s words wove with a laugh. “What’s going on up there now?” He gently flicked a finger at your temple.

“Oh, you know… just thinking how fucking sexy you are. Especially right now. My mouth’s watering thinking about how your skin’s gonna feel on my tongue. On my lips…”

You leaned with a parted mouth into his chest and pressed a wet kiss to his skin. His strong shoulders hitched, a stuttered moan tipping off his lips. His fingers curled tightly around your arms and you hissed at the dull ache that roused underneath his hands.

“I’m so so wet for you, baby.” You whispered against his skin. “If only you could feel how much I want you right now.”

Your voice was low and titillating, and it embraced Jason like a pool of warm honey. Each word came thickly like an invitation for temptation, and his brain could hardly form a coherent thought. His chest rose and fell rapidly against your mouth.

“(Y/N).”

You hummed playfully in response, ignoring Jason’s low voice that spat your name like a demand. You refused to heed, raising your mouth to pepper the crook of his neck with kisses instead. He clicked his tongue, his hand coming to sit beneath your jaw, jerking your head back. You grinned up at him.

“That little attitude don’t fly here with me. Got it, pretty girl?”

“Last I checked, I’m still your superior.”

Jason’s heated exhales brushed over your lips as he leaned in closer. His eyes, narrowed and aflame, stared into yours. Your lips opened to follow after his but he pushed your face away. A mischievous smirk curved his mouth.

“You’re mine, sweetheart. That’s what you are. And I ain’t seeing nobody here to get up my ass ‘bout this. So, right now,” his lips feathered over yours, his fingers pressing deeper into your skin. “You’re just my girl. No bullshit ranks, no nothing. Just my sweet little girl.”

“You’re really cocky for someone who was about to get his ass kicked just a few hours ago.”

“I aim to impress. What can I say, darling?”

“You better not stop there, Lieutenant. I hope you’ve got more for me.”

Jason groaned. “You have any fucking idea what you do to me when you call me that?”

“You’re not used to it, yet?” A low, drawn out chuckle passed through your mouth into his. His eyes were now locked upon the tempting glistening of your wet lips.

“Not when you say it.”

His lips claimed yours with greed, his fingers burying inside your hair, folding the soaked tresses inside his fist. His other hand landed on your shoulder and pushed you against the wall. Your back met the cold tiles firmly, Jason’s feverish body pressing against yours in the next instance. He swallowed the surprised gasp fleeing your mouth against his own, his palms rising to brace by the sides of your head on the wall.

His lips moved slowly, yet each kiss sent a flicker of spark down to your core. He was patient. Deliberate. Drinking you in. All in. Seizing you after months of your relentless teasing. He was claiming his prize for putting up with many nights of releasing himself between only his hands. Now that he had you in his arms, he was going to indulge in you like he wanted to. Like he needed to.

He responded to every little breathless noise of yours with a soft moan, cooing and humming into your mouth, breathing muffled words of praise. His lips were drawn into a permanent smile, relishing in the quickening rhythm of your pulse that he could trace in your erratic breaths.

You were eager to pick up the pace, tugging urgently on the wisps of hair on the back of Jason’s neck to give him the indication. But he brushed off every attempt, punishing you with even a slower kiss each time you made a noise of protest. His lips closed upon yours like a flower in reverse bloom, his tongue touching yours in gentle, barely there, strokes.

“Jason…” Your voice became muffled against, yet another sensuous kiss. He hummed playfully in response, imitating the times you tormented him without an ounce of remorse. “Oh, my fucking god. You’re driving me crazy.”

“That’s kinda the idea, sweetheart.” He pulled away enough to give you a shit eating grin. His mouth trailed along your jawline, warm lips feathering over your skin like a scorching band of iron. “Remember all those times you made me beg for you? How ‘bout you beg for a little change. Hmm?”

You swallowed thickly, fingers weaving inside Jason’s soft tousled locks as his kisses traveled down the column of your neck. Each press of his lips felt like a hook that hollowed out more and more of your will, slowly making you succumb to his instead.

“Go on. Let me hear you say it.” His face returned before yours. Eyes sharp and expectant, they probed right into your bones.

You swallowed again, lips fluttering wordlessly as you pondered with astonishment. You surely weren’t expecting the night to turn out like this. Not that you were complaining but the sudden change had definitely taken you aback and caused your confidence to falter. Just the thought of Jason taking charge for once made a ticklish warmth descend in your stomach.

Jason’s hand returned beneath your jaw, his thumb pushing slightly into the seam of your lips. He cocked his head, a crooked smile sat in the corner of his mouth. “Don’t hold back on me now, baby. Let’s hear it.”

“You’re ridiculous, Jason.” You said instead, though your tone was light and a hint of a smile ghosted over your lips.

He nodded animatedly – a mocking show of feigned understanding. His idle hand fell to your waist, fanned out fingers caressing their way down to your thigh, seizing as much bit of skin under their calloused pads as he could.

His lips landed upon the intricate inks on your shoulder, his tongue drawing a line over the design all the way down to the middle of your breasts. Your chest hitched loudly, meeting the lone wet kiss Jason pressed in the soft dip between the curves.

“What else?” He said, voice muffled against your skin. His fingers glided between your thighs, ghosting teasingly over your cunt like a bashful spectator.

“And you’re a hard ass. And… and…” Your words waned as his fingertip pressed against your clit, and you sucked in a harsh breath. “Fuck.”

“And?” He echoed. “Any more you got left for me?”

“Please don’t make me say it.” You whispered finally, defeated.

“Oh, you poor poor thing. What happened to that filthy little mouth of yours?” He traced your flushed clit with a finger, drawing a gentle loop of circles over the swollen bud. “Need help loosening up that tongue?”

His hand fell from your jaw to your thigh and lifted it over his hip, his fingers hooked beneath your knee, and he tugged you even closer to himself. His hard cock slid between your thighs, the warm throbbing length slipping against your slick of arousal. His lips caressed the side of your face, his breaths brushing over your ear as his mouth hovered along its shell.

“I can make you beg for me, baby. Is that what you want? I can play with you till you cry. Till you’re screaming for me to fuck you and let you cum,” a quivering sigh flitted through your lips and Jason gave a playful ‘mm-hmm’ and chuckled darkly. “That’s right, baby. I can do all that and more. You’re gonna be a fucking mess when I’m done with you. And then after that I’ll lick you clean. If you behave like the good girl I know you are.”

Jason hooked your earlobe between his teeth, raising a thumb to toy with your hardened nipple. Light brushes of his fingertip that sent shocks of pleasure down to your pussy and you arched your back off the wall, digging your nails into his strong shoulders. You rolled your hips over his cock for any small amount of friction, and you groaned in frustration as he pushed you back against the wall, allowing you no more movement.

“Jason, come on.” You whined.

“I already told you the rules, sweetheart. Since you’re so big on following orders, this ain’t gonna be so hard for you. Say the words and I’ll take real good care of you.”

The promise dripped off his tongue like syrup. His voice a low guttural hum in the back of his throat. His accent was thick with desire, his words drawn out and melodious. And one look into his blown pupils told you it was taking a lot of his patience to not pounce on you right then and there.

But you were as stubborn as he was. And you liked the game he was making you play. You wondered if he would give in first. If you could make him give in first. You wanted to see him feral and out of control, and how he was going to take you once he was beyond his limit.

So, you let a hand glide his chest. His eyes briefly fell to the slow movement as it crept up his skin and his grip under your knee tightened. You could see his anticipation as he met your eyes again. Your fingers wove around his neck the way it did hours ago in your office, their lengths pressing slightly into his skin. His eyes fell shut, jaw becoming clenched.

“Let’s cut the bullshit. I know you want this as bad as I do.”

You began moving yourself along his cock again but this time he made no attempt to stop you. You grinned as he opened his eyes, his lips quivering with a whimper upon the increased pressure of your grip around his neck.

A stifled groan rumbled in his chest as you sped up. His palm rose to prop against the wall by your head and his chin lowered. His fringe tickled your nose as you rolled your hips back and forth, and you gave his neck an upward jerk to make him raise his head. He met your eyes again. His own narrowed to slits and burning hot with lust.

“You dirty little cheat.”

His face surged forward, lips hungrily landing upon yours. The kiss was rough, almost painful. And it gave you no room to object this alteration. Jason’s hand yanked at yours around his neck and the grip loosened with a forceful tug. Your other wrist joined within his fist before he raised them both above your head against the wall.

“You got no idea what you got yourself into.” His tone bordered on threatening. It sent delicious shivers down your spine and you bit your lip as they trembled against a whimper.

Jason’s free hand moved between your thighs. A long finger wormed its way between your soaked lips, the tip sliding up and down your entrance as his thumb barely brushed over your clit. You heaved a sharp sigh, writhing against his firm hold. But his tight grip around your wrists and his flushed body pressed against yours left no space for fruitful movement. You couldn’t get your way anymore until he let you.

A broken needy whine spilled from you and Jason grinned. The adorable little hollows of his cheeks were an uncanny contrast to the heated look he held in his eyes for you. You nearly stomped your foot in frustration as he chuckled teasingly. He was enjoying this. His patient touch was torturous and, yet you still held your tongue. No way were you going to beg for him to fuck you.

Jason seemed to notice it, too as he flicked lightly at your clit and roused a burning jolt of pleasure in your core. His thumb sat by the yearning bud. Close enough to awaken the anticipation of his touch on you. Its soft pad began a slow circle around your cunt, deliberately avoiding your clit, only occasionally feathering over it to let you feel the warmth of his digit.

His middle finger danced around your entrance, sliding an inch inside to smear the wetness over your folds. A delicate moan bubbled in your throat and Jason’s eyes lit up at the soft sound that rolled off your tongue.

“Come on, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

It was as though he pulled the plug at your will – a feverish moan slipped through your lips as Jason’s thumb finally sat against your clit and gave a firm sudden push. He cooed delightedly, a bright smile taking up his face.

“So fucking pretty, baby. You’re so fucking pretty.”

“Ja–Jason–”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Fuck. I can’t. I fucking can’t.”

“Well, too bad. I haven’t heard a damn word from you that counts.”

You shook your head fervently, still dead on resisting to beg. He scoffed softly.

“And you call me a hard ass.” He leaned closer to your face, lips a breath apart from yours. His fingers still toyed with your pussy even as his eyes bore into yours. “Tell me how you want me, where you want me. Ain’t no rocket science, right, baby? So, open that pretty mouth and speak your fucking mind.”

Your head spun with delirious yearning. Every cell in your body called for him. For his touch. It screamed with an aching hunger that only he could feed. Your skin tingled with adrenaline, the shock rippled in your veins like turbulent waves and it made your knees feel light. Maybe it was time to finally admit defeat.

“Oh, baby,” you whined breathlessly. Jason’s eyes twinkled as you continued, “I want you. I want you so fucking bad. I can’t – I need you to fuck me.”

You felt Jason’s cock give a jolt between your thighs and a needy moan fell off your tongue as you tried to move yourself along his firm length again.

“Oh, my god. Don’t keep me waiting longer. Please.” You sobbed. “Jason!” His name came loud and demanding, broken with desire.

Your soft lustful plea had numbed his brain, and it took him a moment to will his body into movement. But when he finally moved, his lips were upon yours and his hand had released your wrists to grip tightly at your waist instead.

“Wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

You gently bit his lip in silent protest and he breathed a chuckle against your mouth. Your arms found their way around his neck, fingers locking inside his hair. Jason lifted your thigh over his hip again, offering you a generous, better, feel of his hard cock that slid smoothly between your slick folds. The tip prodding ever so gently into your entrance as he slowly bucked his hips against yours.

His breath stuttered as he wrapped his fingers around his length and guided himself into you. He slithered in with ease in one swift pump, and he tipped his head back to let a drawn out moan roll off his tongue. He was pressed tightly against you now, his free hand rising once again to brace by the side of your head on the wall.

“Mmm, baby. Fuck. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your walls clenched around him and he groaned as he slowly began to move, his fingers beneath your knee clutching painfully tight at the skin. The shy stinging within you steadily gave way to one of pleasure the more Jason slid in and out of you.

You pulled his face to yours, lips colliding messily as a collective moan passed between you. Your nails scratched the back of his head and he sighed shakily, his hips faltering for an instance before he picked his pace back up, thrusting into you with more eagerness. His grunts morphed into breathless moans with each snap of his hips against yours, fallen under the harsh rhythm of water on the tiled floor.

Jason cursed thickly under his breath. His lips pressed to the shell of your ear, his soft moans pierced right through your brain. The rich sounds pushing you closer and closer to becoming undone. His mouth fell to your neck, his teeth clamping down upon your skin lazily and you gasped, head falling back against the wall. His tongue claimed your neck, leaving timid wet strokes along its length, and not once his speed slowed. His cock still borrowing deep into you with determined thrusts.

He let his palm off the wall to sit his thumb against your clit, rolling the flushed bud firm and fast beneath its pad. And soon, staccato pleasure morphed into consistent swirls in your core. Shocks of desire spinning into a white hot whirlwind that rushed from your legs up to your chest. Your lips parted with a fervent moan, nails digging into Jason’s shoulders as your walls fluttered with your orgasm.

His hips still moved against yours, now harsher and faster. His voice had dipped low and gravelly. Groans weaving into whines, moans waning into hums. Strings of halved praises made it past his lips, incoherent sentences that were more noise than words, and they blurred together in lazy slurs of sounds, continuously breathing a whiny ‘yesyesyes’ or ‘fuck, oh my god, fuck’ under your ear.

You could feel his cock throb deep inside you. It tickled your walls with temptation, and surely, the tingling warmth awoke again in your core as Jason’s thumb continued massaging your sensitive clit. You squirmed at the ache that roused under his touch, whimper after whimper coaxing free from your lips. But he didn’t let up, his warm insistent touch edging you closer again to another orgasm.

The building pleasure soon replaced the dull pain, burning hot and washing over the unyielding stagnation that suddenly burst into your climax like a flood ripping through the gates. It was an all consuming wave of pleasure that crashed over you and made you full with warmth.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Jason staggered to pull himself out in time for the thick gush of his cum to spout between your thighs. The warm stream streaked down your skin and he watched the movement with a dazed grin before lifting his lidded eyes to yours. His chest still heaved as he pressed an adoring kiss to your lips, releasing a content sigh through his nose.

“Remind me why haven’t we done this before?” You said with a playful smile, and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I wonder why.” The dripping sarcasm of his voice drowned beneath the soft smile he gave you before kissing you once more. “If anyone asks, you’re the hard ass here. Not me.”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Lieutenant. I still call the shots around here.”

“Or what?” He smirked, biting his lip as his eyes grew lidded again. His palm slid behind to your ass and squeezed a handful between his long fingers. You gasped and slapped the back of your hand at his chest. He laughed heartily.

“You’re fucking adorable, you know that?”

“I’ll show you adorable, Marine.”

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