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girlgenius1111 · 5 months

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one step forward and three steps back

warnings: blood, panic attack, self harm, relapse. seriously, if you are even slightly concerned that this could be triggering for you, don't read it.

Ingrid-fight.

The weeks following your breakdown were easier than you'd anticipated. You'd taken a couple weeks off, spending the time focusing on your mental health, at Alexia and Jona's insistence. The club told the media that you were taking time for your mental health, which mostly went over well. Some, however, thought the club was being too soft. They only saw you get a red card, and take weeks off from playing; it was a tantrum you were throwing, not taking time for yourself.

Your return game saw you in the starting lineup, along with Mapi and Alexia. Ingrid was still out, being careful with her leg. You were doing better, able to focus more on playing, as well as being significantly less reckless on the pitch. Your hand had healed, and it really should have been your game.

Unfortunately for you, though, was that the other team was desperate to win. Not that every team wasn't, but the dirty tackles coming in every other minute made it clear that they were on a mission. Still, you'd managed to stay out of trouble until it was almost the end of the game.

You were trying to beat a defender, one of the players that had been playing particularly roughly. Normally, you didn't mind this, never not up for a physical challenge. What you didn't appreciate, however, was the elbow thrown into your face, connecting directly with first your nose, and then your eye.

"Fucking hell," You cried out, hands flying to your face as the other girl took the ball. The whistle blew almost instantly, and she groaned. You were pissed. "What, did you think they added throwing elbows when you can't do your job into the rulebook?" You asked her, feeling blood beginning to stream steadily out of your nose.

Your teammates and the ref were still making their way over to you, and only some of them caught the girls response.

"Gonna need to take another few weeks off? Your nose probably needs a mental health break, huh?" She said condescendingly. Alexia and Mapi sped up at this, breaking into runs to get to you. Sure enough, no sooner had the words left her mouth, and you were taking your hands away from your nose, and giving her a harsh shove. She shoved back, and both of you had fists raised by the time you were separated.

Mapi wrapped an arm around your waist, dragging you back. "Easy there, the ref will take care of it," she told you, as you fought against her grasp. You were annoyed, Mapi was normally down for a fight. Instead, she was speaking in soothing tones, her calm eyes meeting your wild ones.

"She said-"

"I know what she said, but your face is bleeding, so sit down and let the physios check you, bueno?" Mapi was pissed, but she could hear Alexia talking to the ref behind her, and felt that as much as she wanted to slap that stupid girl across the face, she was more helpful here, making you take a seat as the physios arrived.

With a huff, you relented, sitting down. The pain in your face was becoming harder to ignore, and you didn't know if you believed the guy when he told you your nose wasn't broken, only badly bruised.

"Feels fucking broken," you said, attempting to add some bite to your words. Instead, they came out all choked, and you realized you were about to cry.

Mapi put a hand on your shoulder, not used to this response. You normally didn't cry when you got hurt, and she realized the comment from the other girl had affected you more than you'd probably admit. Mapi made eye contact with the physio and shook her head slightly, He signaled to the bench for a sub.

"You said it wasn't broken!" you protested.

"No, but you should ice it. No reason to take any unnecessary risks." He told you, and you knew that he and Mapi were just aware that you were upset, not thinking that you really needed to go off. You were going to argue, when Alexia stepped up, fixing you with her general look of "do what they say or I'll yell." You weren't in the mood for any yelling, so you relented, stomping off to the sidelines, without another word to your teammates. You noticed with some satisfaction that the other girl had gotten a red.

You stalked off the pitch, heading for the locker room, and Ingrid fell into step beside you.

"Leave me alone." You told her, wanting to cry in peace. You weren't sure why you were so upset with that girl's comment, but you were.

"No," she responded, meeting your glare with a smile. "Not letting you break another hand." She joked, and you mumbled an insult under your breath. She ignored it, following you into the locker room and watching as you threw yourself down in front of your locker.

Ingrid brought over a towel and some ice, insistently holding them out to you. After you took them, wiping the blood off your face, and pressing the ice to your nose, she sat next to you.

"You looked upset out there." She remarked.

"Yeah well. Elbow to the face." You responded.

"It looked like she said something to you," Ingrid pressed. You paused, before deciding to tell Ingrid what she said. her response would tell you whether you were being dramatic or not. After you'd spoken, Ingrid's eyes narrowed.

"What a little bitch," she seethed, and you huffed out a laugh, that quickly turned into a sob. Ingrid looked at you, startled, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, rubbing her hand up and down your arm.

"I don't know why I'm crying, it wasn't that bad. It was just mean and my nose hurts and I hate that stupid girl," you blubbered, and Ingrid held back a laugh.

"It's alright, y/n, you're allowed to be upset. It was mean. And it was about something that's sensitive to you, it makes sense why you're upset." She told you rationally. Ingrid had a way of speaking that made whatever she said make sense, instantly believable. You wiped the remaining tears off your face, before quietly thanking her. She squeezed your shoulders, and you both lapsed into silence.

You were impressed with Ingrid, for being able to make you feel better so fast. Ingrid was impressed with you, for expressing your feelings without her having to drag them out of you. It was clear that you were improving, and it filled her with relief. But for every step forward, there's always a step back. Or two.

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Mapi- panic.

You weren't really sure what had happened. One second, you were out with the team, celebrating a win in a club. It was a rare occasion for your captains [mostly Alexia], to agree to a night out in the middle of the season, so everyone had taken full advantage. You were dancing with Pina and Patri, surrounded by other people, when you felt it; the beginnings of panic starting to rise within you.

Maybe it was the crowded room, the lack of oxygen, the alcohol, or just a random fit of anxiety. Regardless of the reason, you were quickly growing more panicked. Without a word to either girl you were with, you had spun around and were pushing your way out of the crowd, off the dance floor. You broke free of the crowd, not processing anything happening around you. You still felt like the room was out of air though, so you headed for the door, stumbling slightly as you pushed your way out.

You leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The air outside was cooler, more plentiful, yet you still couldn't seem to get enough into your body. You slid to the ground, pressing your hands to your face as you tried desperately to regain control. You couldn't hear much except for a faint ringing sound, and you felt completely untethered from the world.

Until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jerked your head up to find Mapi's concerned face looking down at you. You relaxed slightly, knowing it wasn't a random stranger, putting your head back in your hands.

You felt Mapi take a seat next to you, her hand moving slowly up and down your back. She took one of your hands away from your face, and pressed it to her chest. You felt the steady rise and fall of her breaths, and forced yourself to match them. Your breaths were still stuttering, but they began to slow. You weren't sucking in air as desperately anymore, and the ringing in your ears was giving way to Mapi's gravelly voice.

"In and out, just like that," she said as you began to process her words. "Good, just take it slow. You're safe, I've got you," she told you, her voice and touch working well to calm you.

"Sorry," you gasped out, although you weren't really sure why you were apologizing.

"That's alright, pequeña, you can't help it." She replied. Once you were almost completely calm, she wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her. "What happened?" she asked, and you could hear the note of protection in her voice.

"Don't know. Too many people I think," you told her, resting your head against the wall behind you as you breathed in and out. "I'll be okay in a minute," you said.

"Take your time, I've got no where else to be," she said, resting her chin on your head.

It still struck you how much your friends cared for you. Even when you felt like they shouldn't, even when you knew it would be easier for them to give up on you, or let you handle it alone, they never did. And they never would, no matter what.

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Alexia - relapse.

You hadn't meant for it to happen- really. You'd been doing better. You were working with a therapist, and you'd started medication. It was clear that you desperately needed both of these things, and they were helping. You were naive to think that it would be only up from there though. Looking back, you'd realize the increase in dosage in your medication had just gone horribly wrong, the way that it could in rare cases. Having a clear reason didn't make what happened disappear though.

It had been a bad day. You'd woken up in an inexplicably bad mood. It had been a while since the familiar heavy cloud of gloom had settled over you, but as you headed to training, you felt it once again. The weight pushed down on you insistently, and as a result, you practiced worse. Your passes weren't connecting, shots weren't going in, and you kept tripping over your own feet.

This only made your mood worse, and by the time practice ended, you were incredibly frustrated with yourself. You avoided conversation, everyone discussing exciting plans for the night since you all had the day off tomorrow. You left the locker room quickly, missing the glances exchanged as you opened the door harder than necessary. You really should have expected to be stopped by your friends, but you were so in your head, you didn't hear them approaching. You jumped when Mapi placed a tattooed hand on your shoulder, halting you in your tracks.

When you turned to look at her, her face was pinched with concern, and you felt yourself grow more frustrated; you weren't supposed to be worrying your friends anymore, you were fine. Alexia stood behind her, watching you carefully. They both had yet to shower, still in their training kits, and you wondered if they were waiting so they could check on you.

"You alright pequeña?" Mapi asked. You nodded, sighing as both girls continued to look at you, clearly not believing you.

"Just a rough day." You told them.

"Do you want one of us to come home with you?" Alexia asked, keeping her voice low and soothing, expecting you to reject the idea. It was something they'd made you promise after that night. If you weren't feeling okay, you were supposed to tell them. You had yet to do this, with things improving, and you didn't want to start now. Admitting that you were having a bad day was one thing, but admitting that your thoughts were going dark was another. You were better, you were supposed to be better.

So, you convinced yourself that you'd be fine on your own, and you told Alexia as much. "No, I'm fine, I promise. I'm just gonna go home and relax." Your plans for the rest of the day consisted of laying in bed until you felt less like your every move was heavy.

The older girls gave you searching looks, but relented, reminding you that they were just a phone call away. They'd slowly begun to trust you again, since that night, trust you'd earned. They'd been able to see your improvements, and as a result, assumed that if you needed them, you'd tell them.

They were wrong.

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In hindsight, maybe going home by yourself while in the midst of a depressive episode might not have been the best idea. Arriving home, you had tried to distract yourself, which was hard when you barely had the energy to sit upright. You settled yourself on your couch, not bothering to try to eat. You pulled your favorite blanket around your shoulders, settling in against the cushions, putting a random show on. You fell asleep watching TV, with the hopes that when you woke up, you'd feel better.

Instead, you woke up after the sun had set, feeling much worse. Your apartment was completely dark, although the curtains were wide open. You didn't bother with turning the lights on, staying in the same position on the couch as you began to spiral.

The deep sadness that had nestled it's way into the very core of your being this morning had given way some, to numbness. The numbness was normally where things went south. A combination of despair, but the inability to access those emotions choked you. You felt, so deeply, but you couldn't bring it to the surface. Instead, the shadows of these emotions danced just outside your grasp, leaving you desperate for something, anything, other than blank paralysis.

This was normally the point you turned to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Not often, and not for a while, but still, the once the thought popped into your head, you couldn't get rid of it. You knew it was the only thing that could bring you back into yourself, melt the freeze in your brain. The pain never failed at this; you knew it was bad, knew you shouldn't need to resort to this, but sitting there on your couch, you couldn't really think of any other option.

Robotically, you stood up from the couch, pausing as your phone fell to the ground off your lap. There were a few notifications you'd missed, and you stopped, opening them. All were from various teammates group chats. You ignored most of them, opening up the thread with Alexia, Mapi, and Ingrid. Your mind was clouded, focused on the task you had set your mind to, but still, a small part of it reminded you that you didn't have to do this. You had people that could help, would help, wanted to help.

You remembered, though, that they were out tonight. It was Ingrid and Mapi's anniversary, and the spaniard was taking Ingrid somewhere ridiculous and fancy. Alexia had some Barcelona related benefit. Realistically, you knew they'd all drop everything to come to you if you told them you needed them, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. One time wouldn't hurt. You could do it again, just this once. They'd never have to know.

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Pulling the blade away from your skin, you watched as blood trailed down your thigh. You didn't feel better, not like you normally did. The feelings had come rushing back to you after the first cut, but they didn't relinquish their grip on you as you continued. You felt desperate, filled with anguish, with no clear way to get rid of it.

Well, there was one way. As soon as you had that thought, you began to panic. You hadn't thought like this in a really long time, and it scared the hell out of you. It was like you were fighting between two parts of yourself, one that wanted you to be okay, and one that didn't care if you were okay, as long as you didn't feel like this anymore. The latter had won out, earlier. You were terrified that if you didn't do something, it would win again.

You forced yourself to breath, to think logically. You grabbed a towel from the shelf next to you. You leaned back against the wall, pressing it tightly against your leg. You just needed to do one thing at a time and everything would be okay. Reaching up to the bathroom counter, you grabbed your phone.

This was the hardest part. Harder than dragging the blade across your skin, harder than hiding your scars. Scars you'd reopened now. Your hand shook as you considered your options. Your mind had cleared slightly, self preservation instincts kicking in.

Ingrid and Mapi deserved a nice anniversary. Alexia hated social events. She'd probably tell you that you were doing her a favor if you called. Probably not when she heard why you called, but regardless.

Taking another breath, you clicked her contact, anxiety finding it's way into your gut.

"Hola, y/n." Alexia answered rather quickly, and you knew then that she hadn't really believed you earlier.

"Ale." You choked the word out, eyes suddenly full of tears. You didn't sound like yourself. Now that she was on the phone with you, the weight of what you'd done, and what you'd considered, was hitting you full force.

"Que paso?" Alexia asked, voice switching from casual to worried instantly. You could picture her expression, the one she got when she was giving someone instructions, or arguing with a ref, an intensity that made her the player that she was. It also made her the friend that she was. You tried to reply, but the words wouldn't come out of your mouth.

"Y/n, I need you to tell me what's happening, now" Alexia said almost frantically. The background of people talking had disappeared and you knew she was leaving, moving fast to get to you.

"I-... I need you," you responded finally, barely getting the words out. You were sucking in air faster now, tears falling freely.

"Okay, I'm coming to you now, nena. I'll be there in 10 minutes," Alexia told you. Her soft tone was one reserved for very few people; at that moment, you counted yourself very lucky that you were one of them. "Are you safe?" She asked, feeling like she already knew the answer.

You weren't really sure how to respond to that. The bleeding had stopped, so you weren't medically in danger. The blade was across the bathroom from you, and Alexia was on her way, so you doubted you'd be able to do any more damage. Your thoughts were still rather dire, but you were focusing on Alexia, on her voice, and the sound of her getting in her car and starting the engine.

"I'm not really sure," you settled on. The Catalan wasn't sure what to make of that response.

"Are you at home?"

"Si"

"Are you hurt?"

You paused, and she knew the answer. You heard the engine increasing in volume as she accelerated. "Pequeña, do you need an ambulance?" Alexia asked. The question made her nauseous but she forced herself to remain focused, to not get caught up in her feelings.

"No. Stopped bleeding." You replied, shutting your eyes tightly as she inhaled a sharp breath. You hated this, hated it so much.

"Okay, that's good, nena. Can you take a breath for me?" You did as she asked, realizing that you'd been holding in air. "Bien, muy bien. I'm almost there, okay? Stay on the phone with me."

"Okay," came your response, voice quiet. Neither of you spoke much after that, Alexia aware that you were struggling to reply, and relying on the sound of your breaths to assure her that you were alright.

She told you when she arrived, though, parking the car and jumping in the elevator. The call cut out while she was in there, which you'd been expecting. As you waited for her to enter the apartment, trusting that she'd use her spare key, you took in the sight in front of you. You didn't pull the towel away from your thigh, but you looked at the red staining the bath mat, the blade discarded where you'd thrown it. Pulling your attention from it, you focused on the door, hearing Alexia move hastily through your apartment.

She opened the door, and had to stifle a gasp. She'd tried to prepare herself, but nothing she could picture in her mind was like seeing it in person. You were sat against the wall, white blood stained towel pressed to your leg. You shorts were pulled up, revealing the scars on your other leg. You were wearing an old training shirt, and there was blood on that too. You were shaking slightly, eyes big and cheeks tearstained. What struck her most was how scared you looked.

"Oh, pequeña," she said, voice breaking. You dropped your gaze at her words, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. She crouched down next to you, placing a hand on your cheek. She pressed her lips to your forehead, desperate to give you any comfort she could. "I'm here, I've got you. We'll take care of it, alright?" She said, words thick with emotion. You nodded shakily, and she stood back up, pulling the first aid kit out from under your sink. She took a seat back next to you, pausing.

"Can you take the towel off, nena?" Alexia asked. She didn't want to push you too hard, not sure how you'd respond. Wordlessly, you pulled it off your leg, wincing where it stuck to the skin. Alexia swallowed hard, the sight worse than she anticipated.

"Okay. I'm going to disinfect, and then I'm going to cover them." You nodded, still not having spoken. She pulled out a couple of alcohol wipes, opening 3 all at once. "This is gonna sting, tell me if you need a break, okay?" Again, you only nodded. Alexia worked fast, cleaning the wounds. You didn't ask for a break, but she noticed you flinch every so often, let out sharper exhales. She put anti-infection cream on before deciding against bandaids. Instead, she placed a piece of gauze on, wrapping it with medical adhesive tape.

You looked down, taking in the neatly wrapped area. It looked much better like this, much more manageable. Alexia stood to wash her hands. She dried them off, before turning back to you. You were staring at your red stained hands. She reached down, guiding you to stand, before pulling you to the sink, and helping you wash the blood off of them. You were docile under her grasp, blankly following her instructions. She led you out of the bathroom, quickly helping you change out of your blood stained clothes, and into clean ones. She pulled clothes out of your closet for herself, too, changing out of the suit she'd worn the the benefit. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and she'd rather be comfortable.

You found yourself sitting on the couch, like you had been before. This time though, the lights were on, and the room felt warm, inviting, as opposed to cold and lonely. Alexia moved around, keeping an eye on you as she made you a mug of tea. She sat down next to you, typing quickly on her phone before turning to you.

You felt better. Not great, not really even good, but better. You got a better grasp on your emotions, and began to connect the dots in your head. This had been so out of the blue. Normally, you only reached this point after weeks of being down. It was clear to you, now, that increasing your dosage of your meds had been a mistake. You'd always heard warnings, about how in rare cases an antidepressant could increase depression, thoughts of... the things you'd done. And the things you'd thought about doing. The explanation made you feel a little calmer.

Alexia, on the other hand, did not know what had happened. She was trying to give you some time to process, but she was going crazy. You hadn't spoken to her since she'd arrived, and you were sitting next to her, clearly deep in thought.

"Y/n, can you please tell me what you're thinking?" She finally asked. You startled slightly, before nodding your head. You explained your theory, of why what had happened happened.

"I just need to go back down on my meds. Or try a different one." Alexia felt relieved, but not completely. She could see you trying to convince yourself that, because there was a clear explanation, it was fine. You were fine. That this wasn't a big deal. She also could tell that you were trying not to let yourself get upset about it.

"I'm glad you understand why this happened, we can go see the psychiatrist tomorrow," she said, carefully contemplating her next words. "That was still really scary, nena."

"I'm so sorry, Ale. I'm so sorry you had to see that, that I called, that I messed up again and scared you," you rambled, clearly thinking she was talking about being scared herself. She had been terrified, but that's not what she meant.

"No, I meant for you. Having those thoughts must have been really frightening, especially out of the blue like that." Alexia replied, and you looked away. "Please, please, do not ever apologize for this. For any of it. I don't care that you scared me, I'm just glad you called. So glad, and so so proud of you, pequeña." She implored, watching carefully as you shook your head unconsciously.

"I messed up, you shouldn't be proud of me," was all you said. You looked like you were about to cry again, and Alexia couldn't resist pulling you into her arms. You let her, resting your head on her chest, blinking rapidly to try to stave off the tears.

"Well, I am proud of you. You called me. You wouldn't have done that a few months ago." She paused, thoughtful. She was trying to think of something that would relieve your guilt, your disappointment in yourself. "Relapses are part of recovery, y/n. It sucks, but they are. Relapsing doesn't make you weak, or a bad person. I know you feel like you should be better, but it's okay if you're not. Because of your medicine, or because of anything else. There's no timeline here, no requirements of being okay that you have to meet. All you need to do is try your best. And you are, I can tell. You asked for help when you needed it, and that is something to celebrate."

You looked up at her, the hopeful expression on your face making her heart clench. "I haven't let you down?" You asked quietly.

"No, nena. You haven't let anyone down. I was scared, yes, but all I feel right now is love for you, and pride for you." She said, determined for you to believe her. You were starting to. Her tone, her face, were so full of conviction, it was hard to do anything but listen.

"Thank you for coming so fast."

"I'll always come when you need me, as fast as I can." Her reply was almost instant. Alexia watched as you smiled weakly at her, before it dropped from your face, and tears welled in your eyes yet again. "What is it, pequeña," she wondered, rubbing a hand up and down your back. You leaned your head back against her, speaking into the fabric of her sweatshirt.

"I have to start all over again," you choked out.

Alexia sighed. "I know, I'm sorry. But we're all gonna be here again, okay? All of us, for every second."

They'd proven they'd be there for you, time and time again. Their commitment to being good friends, to taking care of you, was what made you believe that you were worth it. They were some of the best people you knew, and if they were going to be there every step of the way, the journey must be worth it.

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I hope you guys enjoyed :). Obviously a super heavy part. I'm not really sure what else to say, other than I hope that if you read this, it can bring you comfort in some way. Asking for help is terrifying, but it's so worth it, I promise. You deserve to feel good, and be happy.

#woso imagine #woso #woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #mapi leon #ingrid engen #alexia putellas

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captainfern · 1 year

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Heart-Shaped Box

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Heart-Shaped Box” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - price gets injured during a mission. you help him feel better lol. • rating - 18+ [mdni] • wordcount - 3.7k • warnings - fem!reader, a bit of sub!price, unprotected piv, praise kink [price is called a good boy], oral [m!receiving], orgasm denial? idk probably, riding, mentions of threesome, strong language, a bit of violence/blood

that gif makes me fucking feral

i want him and his silly hat

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The taskforce had been separated, having each pursued completely different targets. Comms were down and that left you hauntingly alone.

You had hunted down your target. Piece of cake. But now, leaving his body submerged in a flooded ditch, you walked aimlessly though the long grass of a sprawling paddock.

Every few minutes, you tapped at the communication collar around your throat. You called to your comrades— Ghost, Soap, Gaz— but no one responded. Static filled your ears.

With an angry huff, you switched the device on and off again, before giving up entirely. The sun would set in a couple of hours, and you did not want to be stranded alone in unknown countryside.

Up ahead, a woodland. It was shadowed, tall trees brushing the dusky blue sky. There were no houses in sight, and you were beginning to grow tired.

When you reached the tree line of the woodland, your comms erupted in a burst of static that made you flinch. A patchy voice filtered into your ear, and you clawed desperately at the buttons on your collar in a poor attempt to improve the quality.

“Sergeant? You copy?”

It was Price. Well thank fuck for that.

You felt like you wanted to sob, throat stinging as the deep vibrato of his voice soothed something within you.

“Copy,” you breathed a sigh of relief. “Where are you?”

“At one of the safe houses. Are the boys with you?”

“No, no, it’s just me.”

You heard Price curse, then: “So you’re alone?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, tell me where you are. Describe your surroundings for me.”

You did as you were told. The sun was setting in front of you. There was a darkening woods in front of you too, with rolling green paddocks stretching to your left and right. Behind you was a desolate dirt track, complete with a flooded ditch, and a dead insurgent.

“Head towards the sun, straight through the woods,” Price instructed. “Cross the stream and keep walking. You’ll see the house.”

Ever the loyal soldier, you did exactly as you were told.

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As the sun began to set, you stumbled through the front door of a small farmhouse, evidently falling apart at the edges. The brick exterior was encrusted thick with lichen, and the wooden window frames were weathered and crumbling.

Price had made himself comfortable inside; lounging on a dusty old couch in front of a raw brick fireplace. He hadn’t lit it, but judging by the smoke, he settled for puffing on a cigar.

It hung loosely from his lips as he turned his head to face you, a newspaper folded across his lap.

“You killed the insurgent?” Was the first thing he said.

You ripped off your comms collar angrily, spitting out a bitter yes before dropping your pack and walking into the kitchen. You got yourself a glass of water and gulped it down, placing the glass into the sink before walking into the main room of the farmhouse.

You slumped onto the other end of the couch. Price watched you, one arm stretched out along the backrest; the other moving to hold his cigar aloft as he puffed out a cloud of greyish smoke.

“I heard from the boys about twenty minutes ago,” Price said, thumbing the waxy paper of his cigar. “They’re an hour east. Together. We’ll regroup in the morning.”

You nodded, eyes drifting closed. The mission adrenaline had run out, and exhaustion was creeping into your bones.

You heard Price chuckle. “Tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Get some rest,” he said, tossing the remains of his cigar into the empty fireplace. “You deserve it.”

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It was very, very early when you woke up with a start. It was still pitch black outside, constellations twinkling overhead. You blinked through the darkness of the room you were in, straining your ears as you listened to rummaging somewhere down the hall.

You got out of bed, snatching your pistol from off the nightstand, creeping out the door and down the hall. A flickering light was on in the main room of the farmhouse, and you poked your head warily around the corner.

Price was awake, sitting on the couch. He was sitting in just his work pants; his chest bare and, you realised, smeared with blood. You entered the room and put your pistol on the kitchen countertop as you passed it.

Grunting in pain beneath his breath, Price was attempting to wrap a wound on his shoulder. Dark rivers of blood flowed from his bruised flesh, down his pec and along the soft lines of his stomach.

“You didn’t tell me you were hurt.” You said, approaching him.

“Didn’t think it mattered.” He replied, not looking at you.

You sighed, sitting next to him on the couch. He finally looked at you, complexion pale in the flickering light.

“Can I help you?” You nodded at the wound and, with a small grunt, Price angled his body towards you.

It was a stab wound. Not too big, not too deep, but still enough that blood was oozing continuously. You picked up from where he left it: wrapping fresh gauze around the wound as tight as possible without cutting circulation.

“How does that feel?” You asked, running your fingers gently over the gauze.

He huffed, a breath of cigar smoke and mint. “Good, love. Good.”

You ignored the term of endearment, but suddenly became hyper-aware of how close you were to sitting on your captain’s lap: legs brushing, chest just inches from his. His breathing fluttered the baby hairs near your forehead.

You cleared your throat. “Did you want some pain relief? I can check my pack. I should have some morphine somewhere, or maybe ketamine—”

He shook his head with a grimace. “I’m alright. Just… just sit with me for a bit.”

“Oh…” You blinked up at him. “Okay. Yeah.”

He exhaled through his nose, reclining in the chair and closing his eyes. You watched the way his chest rose and fell, strong abdomen moving up and down. It was still streaked with blood, so an idea came to mind.

You pattered into the kitchen, grabbed a cloth and wet it, entering the main room once more. You then began to clean Price’s blood away. Price jolted when the wet cloth hit his bare skin.

“What are—?”

“Just cleaning you up.”

“You don’t have—”

“It’s fine, captain. I really want to help.”

His eyes darkened, but he said nothing else. He just watched you clean the blood out of his skin. Once you disposed of the cloth, you retook your place on the couch beside him. He was appraising you with a curious look. One that made you suddenly shy.

“Is… is there anything else I can do to help you?” You asked, voice quiet.

There were several things you wanted to do for him. Things you had thought about for months. But, he was your boss, your captain, and you should be ashamed to ever think—

“A kiss better would be nice.”

Excuse me.

You stared at him, waiting for him to laugh and reveal that, haha, it was a joke. Hilarious!

…But he didn’t.

He peered down at you through long lashes, a tiny smile twitching at the corners of his lips. You met his gaze, confused. But you could feel your cheeks growing embarrassingly hot.

“You…? Are you joking?” You whispered, dumbfounded and at a loss for any other words to express yourself.

He shook his head gently. “No, this is a serious matter, sergeant. I do believe a kiss would make me feel a lot better.”

You bit your lip, and Price followed the movement with dilated pupils. “Just… okay, just a kiss?” You uttered, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Just a kiss.” He whispered, almost as if he couldn’t believe what the fuck he was saying.

Steeling your nerves, you leaned in and cupped his face, placing your lips gently to his. He hummed, satisfied, as he kissed you back. After a few thumping beats of your heart, you pulled away. He pressed his forehead to yours and you both breathed hard.

You stared at each other, consumed by each other’s space, presence. You could feel how warm he was. How safe he was.

“I think I might need a bit more than that to really make sure I’m feeling better.” Price quipped, before slamming his mouth back onto yours.

He dragged his tongue along the seam of your lips and you parted them: allowing him access. He deepened the kiss and lifted his good arm, resting a large hand on the back of your head. His not-so-good arm found a gentle place on your hip.

“We shouldn’t…” You gasped.

“You want to stop?”

“No.”

He smiled against your mouth, tongue smoothing against yours. “Didn’t think so.”

You whined into the kiss, and he groaned out in response. Everything about him was warm: his mouth, his tongue, his hands. You were heating up at the way he held you to him. Your mind was hazy, dizzy with lust.

“Shit—” Price pulled back to growl, shifting his injured shoulder away. You flinched, suddenly remembering that he was, in fact, still injured.

“Captain, oh my god, I am so sorry—”

“Wasn’t you, love,” he grimaced, leaning his back against the couch. He took a deep breath. “Just stings a bit.”

“I offered you pain relief—”

“And I refused.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stubborn bastard.”

He chuckled darkly. “Is that any way to talk to your captain?” He then gestured to his lap, urging you to sit. You looked at him challengingly. You were suddenly in the mood to challenge your captain. Great idea, sergeant.

“What do you want?” You asked, faux innocence in your tone. “You’ve got to tell me, captain.”

You expected a snide reply. A witty comeback that would get you all hot and flustered. But instead, he groaned, low in his throat.

“Want you.”

It took a few seconds for you to comprehend his tone. The need in his voice. The whine. You fought a smile from your face.

“Want me? Want me to do what?” You slid closer, a hand on his thigh. “Come on, Price. You’re my captain for a reason. Give me proper orders.”

He was breathing heavily. Panting as he stared at you. His cock was hard, tenting his pants. When he responded, his voice was hoarse, strained with pleasure and tobacco smoke. “Want you to suck my cock.”

You smiled, slipping off the couch and onto your knees in front of him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You mused, shuffling between his spread legs and beginning to unzip his pants. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you used the motion to slip his pants further down his legs.

You leaned closer, running your fingers along the waistband of his boxers, just skimming the solid imprint of his cock. He huffed above you, breathing erratically as he watched you.

“Please, love. Come on.”

You hummed, dipping your hand into his boxers and pulling his cock free. When your fingers enclosed around him, Price let out a low moan, shooting his good hand down to grip your hair.

“Fuck sake—” He choked as you pressed a kiss to his tip, flushed red and already leaking.

You smiled to yourself. He was warm and throbbing in your hand and you realised that you did that. You made your captain like this.

“Use that pretty mouth, love, come on.” Price breathed, pushing your head gently. Your lips nudged his tip again and he sighed. “Want your mouth.”

You obliged, wrapping your lips around him and dragging them downwards. He groaned deeply, fingers tight in your hair as you took his cock deeper into the heat of your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat and you resisted the urge to gag, tears appearing in your waterline.

“So good, so good…” Price was mumbling as you began a comfortable pace; bobbing up and down with his hand in your hair. He wasn’t altering your pace in any way. His hand simply remained a firm comfort.

You felt his thighs flex beside your head, hips twitching as you sucked. Saliva pooled past your lips, down the length of him. You used a hand to smear it around the base. He cursed at that, sending a throb of arousal to your cunt.

“So good, love,” he repeated, pupils blown as he looked down at you. “Better than I imagined. Fucked my fist to the thought of your mouth so many times, jus’ thinking about your pretty lips wrapped all nice around my cock.”

You blinked tears away from your eyes and he moved his injured arm to your face. He wiped the tears with his thumb. He then pressed his thumb to the seam of your lips, feeling where his cock was essentially choking you. You whined up at him, and he smiled back.

“Such a good sergeant, sucking her captain’s cock.” He said, retracting his hand.

He had gained a bit of cockiness, noted. But you smiled internally. That wouldn’t last.

You quickened your pace, swirling your tongue around his cock until you felt it twitching in your mouth. He had gone quiet now— words replaced by airy grunts and groans as he held your head, bucking his hips. He was close, judging by the way his tip flooded pre along your tongue, and how his fingers began to tighten in your hair.

“Love, gonna—”

You pulled away, gripping his cock firmly at the base. He let out a soft gasp, wrenching his eyes open to look down at you. You licked your lips, saliva dripping down your chin. You wiped it away with the back of your hand.

He frowned at you. “What—?”

“Consider that punishment for not telling me you were hurt.” You battered your eyelashes at him as you crawled onto his lap, still holding his cock.

It was wet with your saliva, the tip flushed red. It was hot in your hand, twitching against your palm as both of you looked down at it. Price rested his forehead against yours, breath coming in pants as you lazily started stroking him. Your soft touch, your warmth, your perfume. You were going to be the death of him.

“Need you love, please.” He whispered, shifting his forehead to rest in the crook of your neck. He kissed the skin above your shirt, sucking a hickey onto the sensitive flesh.

You withheld a moan. “Need what? Need me to do what? You’ve gotta tell me, captain. Come on.”

He whined into your neck. Your cunt throbbed at that. Skimming his teeth along your neck, he pulled back, lips flushed and eyes glassy as he looked up at you. He had both his hands on the small of your back, pushing you closer to him.

“Need your cunt,” he whined, low. “Need that tight fucking cunt around my cock. Need to feel it, love, please.”

Who were you to deny your captain of his request?

You slowly, tantalisingly brought your shirt over your head. With no bra, your tits fell freely in front of his face and you saw his eyes light up like a teenage boy. His mouth was immediately on them, sucking bruising marks around your nipples.

You let a groan slip past your lips as you worked your pants off, struggling but eventually managing to slide them onto the floor while still situated on Price’s lap. When you had done that, he was finishing his hickeys on your other breast, chest moving rapidly against you.

“Perfect,” He whispered as he pulled away, moving his hands to cup your tits. “You’re absolutely perfect, aren’t you, sergeant?”

“Only for you, captain.” You took his good hand and guided it down to your underwear. You pushed his fingers against your clothed core, leaning towards him and moaning softly in his ear.

“Feel how wet you make me,” you purred. “I’ve fucked myself so many times thinking about you, your fingers, your cock. Wanted you for so long.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grit his teeth, rubbing your wet core through the cotton of your underwear. He then moved them to the side, rubbing a finger along your slit with a groan. “You’re soaked, love. Want my cock that bad, huh? What would the boys think if they saw how needy you were for their captain? Ghost would be beside himself.”

You smiled, biting back a moan. Your hands were around his neck, careful of his shoulder, and you steadied yourself, rocking gently in his lap. He watched you with a calculating gaze, and he tutted gently at you, still stroking your cunt with a thick finger.

“You naughty girl. You want the boys to know? Want Ghost to know?” He mused, angling his hips so your clothed cunt rubbed against his cock. “Want him to fuck you, too?”

You moaned.

He took that as your answer.

“Yeah? Want your lieutenant to fuck your tight cunt as well?” He ripped your underwear off your body, causing you to gasp, the impact stinging the sides of your thighs. “Want us both? Want Ghost and me? Naughty fucking girl, eh?”

You moaned, your plan to challenge your captain slipping away. But you were desperate to hold onto it. So, with one last shaky breath, you dragged his hand away from your throbbing cunt and turned the tables.

“You’d love it,” you said, sucking his finger into your mouth. “You’d love to watch Ghost fuck me, wouldn’t you? Love to see me come apart on his cock while you fuck my mouth. You’d love it, wouldn’t you, captain?”

You got him again.

He groaned, tossing his head back and bucking his hips to try and bring friction to his cock. But you lifted your hips, your dripping cunt just out of his reach. He moved his finger from your mouth and settled both hands on your hips.

He kissed you, and you let him. His tongue brushed against yours, claiming. His taste was intoxicating.

“Let me take care of you.” You said softly as you pulled away.

He nodded, resting comfortably on the couch with his hands on your hips. You positioned yourself with your entrance above his cock. Gripping him, you ran his tip through your wet folds, causing him to release a noise, a mix between a sigh and a growl.

“Be a good boy, captain, and let me take care of you.” You whispered as you sank down on his cock.

The noise that elicited from his mouth was jaw-dropping. He released a breathy moan, followed by a series of deep pants as you slowly, slowly dragged yourself back up, and then slammed yourself back onto him. He screwed his eyes shut, head tossed over the back of the couch as you moved against him. He was puffing out small moans, deep from his throat.

“Fuck, fuck, just like that—” he whined, gripping your hips harder. “Just like that, love. Fuck, feels so good on my cock. Taking me so— ha—fuck— good, love.”

You were making him a whiny mess beneath you. Mission successful, you smiled as you fucked yourself on his cock. The blunt head of it slammed repeatedly into the spot inside you that made you moan and soak him even more. Butterflies flew around your insides. The insides of your belly were growing hot.

Price opened his eyes, looking down at where his cock entered you again and again. “Taking my cock so well, love. Look at you. So good for me. So good for your captain.”

Your cunt ached around his cock, clit pulsing with its own heartbeat. You were sensitive and needy and really wanted to cum. The sensations inside you were building, but you wanted to try something again—

“You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Price?” You squeezed his cock tighter. “Such a good boy, fucking me so good. Isn’t that right?”

A beat passed and you wondered if you’d crossed a line. But—

He let out a loud, breathy whine: something that did not sound like it belonged to him. He stuffed his face into the crook of your neck again, moaning into your skin, whimpering softly as he rutted into you harder.

“Yeah, love. I’m your good boy.” It was quiet, almost inaudible, but it was there.

Enough so that your orgasm hit you out of nowhere and you came with a moan of his name. You burst around his cock, cum splattering through his pubic hair and up the line of hair on his abdomen.

He groaned into your neck, thrusts sloppy and erratic and desperate. He dragged his teeth along your skin.

“Gonna cum, love. Please— ha, shit— let me cum inside you— hngh— please.” He mumbled against your neck.

Becoming slightly overstimulated— he was fucking you hard, after all— you nodded feverishly. “Cum inside me, Price. Wanna feel you.”

With one last dragged-out moan, he came, your name on his lips.

Ropes of warmth filled you, flooding around his cock as he breathed frantically against your neck. It spilled out onto his lap, making the backs of your thighs all sticky.

Gently, you rubbed his back with one hand, massaging his scalp with the other. He groaned lowly, still attached to your neck, lazily sucking another bruise there.

“Feel better?” You asked, holding him close to you as his hands moved from your hips, circling around your middle to push your body against his.

“Much better,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“S’all right. What kind of sergeant would I be if I didn’t look after my captain?”

He finally looked up, giving you a stern look. But you couldn’t take him seriously when his face was all flushed, eyes glossy and lips rouged. You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

A few quiet moments passed, basking in each other’s presence, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Then, Price cleared his throat. “So, you want Ghost to fuck you?”

“You like being called a good boy?”

He went quiet.

You laughed. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He pressed his head back into the slope of your neck. “Deal.”

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mikaleialt · 6 months

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Secret Love Song

Bada Lee x Bebe!reader

Angst

"Why can't I hold you in the streets? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?"

Synopsis: being in a secret relationship is not easy, especially if you are hiding it to the whole world. — or — the heavy weight of the strained relationship you have with Bada has just become too overwhelming.

cw: major angst, mentions of breaking up, kinda toxic relationship,language, long ass story— i didn't count

When BeBe got invited by Mnet to compete for the second season Street Woman Fighter, all of us were ecstatic, especially our team leader and my girlfriend, Bada Lee.

I know just how much Bada wants to showcase each of her members talents to the whole world, and how important this is for her, especially for her career as a choreographer and dancer.

Before the day of the first filming, Bada and I had come to an agreement to keep our relationship in secret in order to keep a professional image in front of our opponents and to the viewers. I didn't mind it, its not like this the first time we are keeping our relationship a secret after all.

As a matter of fact, our relationship has always been kept private, as we are both professional dancers and choreographers, only a few close people knew about our relationship.

We kept our personal life separated from our work life which let us have a nice private and peaceful life as a couple, just in each others arms with no one trying to pry on our relationship or any personal matters.

Everything is perfect. Everything was perfect.

After the first episode had aired, Bada's popularity blossoms and soon had her own fan base. I was so proud that to see her grow in her career.

But as the team and Bada's popularity grew each day, the pressure to meet the people's expections also rises, and it had affect Bada the most.

After the Kpop Deathmatch Mission, Bada has pushed herself to be better, which means she also pushes the team to be better. She becomes more strict to us, but still kept her bubbly personality when it is appropriate to goof around.

But it all went down when we got the feedback of the other groups for the Mega Crew Mission. When we learned that all of our opponents predicted that our team will be the next to go home, Bada broked down into pieces. The negative feedback had causes her to lose her confident on herself and as her girlfriend, I tried to comfort her.

"Babe, don't mind what they said, they were probably doing this to messed us up, after all we won the last challenge right? We got this, okay? I believe in us." I tried to comfort the crying Bada on my lap that night and although it had seemed to work as Bada was now more determined to prove those people wrong about what they think about her and her team.

But, It just doesn't feel right at all, yes Bada have improved a lot and was now more motivated to do better, but the more she focuses on winning the challenges and mission, the more distant she becomes to me.

After that night, Bada never stopped talking about the routines she can think of for the upcoming missions and how it will be a new step for Bebe.

It was all that she talked about, to the point she even forgets that tonight is your anniversary night.

"...I'm thinking maybe Lusher or Tatter would be the center for the first part and then we will use the..." Bada kept mumbling about the dance choreo and other stuff related to the competition and as a great girlfriend, I tried to be understanding.

I really did try my best.

But it only gets worse from there, with Bada's fame grew more, people can't help but get attracted to her, which is understandable.

It was a typical fan behaviour, and I know that Bada has this charisma in her that just makes her more attractive. But, I drew the line when people starts shipping my girlfriend to other participants like Audrey or Kirsten, heck even Redy who used to have beef with Bada.

It was pathetic, I know. But the fact that Bada was becoming closer to Redy once again after the first battle made me feel insecure.

Maybe it was the additional stress from the already strained relationship I had with Bada that makes me more anxious and jealous when in reality it is just an fantasy fans and shippers had built to satisfy their delusions. But it is starting to get to me slowly and slowly.

And this night is the final straw...

Bada kept staying up late, busying herself with making choreos, too busy to even realize that I'm not even sleeping in the same bed, let alone the same room anymore as I had moved to the spare bedroom in our apartment a week ago.

And the fan edits of Bada with other girls and guys, occupy every single social media I have. Almost like it was taunting me.

I broke down that night. All the stress from the competition and my relationship with Bada is finally having an affect on me. That night I was restless, my eyes are puffy

The next day was Bebe's practice for the New Song Challenge, where we will be choreographing Hwasa's song 'Chile'.

There were cameras set up on the dance studio we were practicing on, documenting the progress of our team. Which also means that Bada and I won't be able to interact once again.

"Ok let's run that part one more time" Bada said as everyone went to their places and the song starts.

During the part of the hook where we are doing the '7' sign with our hands, I was at the wrong position making me bumped into Bada as we danced.

And my blood runs cold when I looked at the taller girl behind me who is glaring at me intensely. I mutter a quick sorry, to which she just ignored and replayed the part again.

I feel like breaking down once again. Everyone in the team Bebe noticed the red, puffy eyes that I tried to hide from the camera by wearing a hat, the dark cloud that looms over me at my sulken face. Everyone noticed that, except Bada.

"Y/n, go back to the first position!" I flinched when Bada raised her voice, she is obviously pissed off at me now.

I am trying so hard not to cry infront of the camera and my crew as I bit my lip hard enough for me to taste a bit of blood.

The practice continues as the tension between me and Bada thickens. Looks like the show found the highlighted drama they want for the next episode.

Once the practice was over and the cameras sre all turned off, I quickly made my way out of the room I was in, not even waiting for Bada as I made my way home, eventhough Bada drove the both of us here.

I stopped by a convenience store to buy an ice cream and some sour candies to shock my system and stop me from breaking down. Before making my way back to our apartment.

And just as I thought, Bada is already there, she has a car whilst I walked home for the most part, so it makes sense.

As soon as I stepped inside, Bada is sitting on the couch, her elbows are pressed on her knees, as her fingers are intertwined.

I can sense she is very angry, but I'm way too mentally and emotionally unstable for any confrontations as I walk passed her figure, attempting to go to my bedroom, which is the stupidest decision I ever think of since it just made Bada even more mad.

"Oh so now you're gonna ignore me? Gonna act like you didn't just walked out after practice and then going home late?" Bada glares at me as I stop on my tracks.

I stare back at her, but all I can see from her is how pissed she is. I can't even recognize her.

Just a few months ago, we were fine, we were happy. But now here we are, acting like we're not even in a relationship.

"Y/n!" I flinch again as Bada raises her voice once again, "What, are you just gonna stare at me like a deer in a headlights? Answer me goddamit? What is your problem? You are so off today, your performance is already way worse than before? Are you trying to sabotage the team—"

Bada's voice faded out in my mind, all I can think of is how we used to be. This is totally different from the secret relationship we had when we are at work.

Bada has become way to obsessed with the competition that I don't she recognize my role in her life anymore. I think she already forgot that I'm her girlfriend, all because of how often we restrain ourselves from showing affection in public.

A lone tear runs down my face as Bada keeps on rambling and nagging me about my performance today.

"Stop fucking crying and answer me. What is your problem—"

"MY FUCKING PROBLEM IS THAT YOU DON'T EVEN TREAT ME LIKE YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE!"

Bada was shocked from my tone and by my answer. She stayed silent, feeling nervous as this is the first I got angry this bad.

"Eversince we kept our kept our relationship a secret from the whole world, you continued the act even when it's just the two of us." Fat tears are now rolling down my cheeks as my legs started to feel weak.

"I'm so sick and tired of hiding everything. I just want to be held by you in public. I mean you did it with Redy, heck you even kissed Kirsten on the cheek after you were both auditioned for the main dancer title on the first mission, why can't you do it to me?" My legs finally give out as I sat on the floor while Bada stood next to me.

"How can you flirt and be affectionate to everyone but your own girlfriend? Am I still even your girlfriend?" I looked up to her as Bada now have a hint of regret on her face.

Bada can't talk back, she was in deep thought as her mind fills with regrets.

"You forgot our anniversary last week, you talk about me leaving you behind earlier while you left me behind on everything you do. You are so obsessed with the competition that you pushed me and our relationship out from your thoughts. Honestly by now I'm justing waiting for you to break up with me." Bada's felt a pang on her chest as she kneels down next to me and hugged me, I let her but I didn't hug her back.

"I just want to stop hiding anymore..." my tone is much more softer now as I hear Bada's sobs. "You even forgot that today’s my birthday..." I tear up again as Bada starts muttering her apologies.

We both cry in silence, as we finally realize how much damage hiding did to our relationship.

"I'm sorry... It hurts me too when I can't hold you in front of many people. I'm sorry I didn't know how much I hurt you until now... I-It was stupid of me." Bada looks in to my eyes as she says those words.

"I'm sorry I forgot about you...I-" Bada chokes on her tears as she just squeeze my hands.

"I wanna get back from all I did the past few months since the competition... please give me a chance... I-I will be better." Bada looks at me desperately.

"Bada, what I want is for to us to stop hiding anymore..." I cup her cheeks. Bada contemplates at the mention of going public and it was very evident at the sudden change in her expression.

My heart breaks even more when I saw that Bada is having second-thoughts about my request.

"...so that's your answer, huh?" I sighed as I tried to stand up once again and walk to my bedroom. “Why is it so hard for you to tell the world that I’m yours?” I said before closing the door. Bada stumbles on her feet as she tries to follow me but I locked the door before she can even enter.

I broke down once again, seeing as there's no hope that Bada will ever agree to making our relationship public...

A/n: this is honestly really weird, I might revised it later but there might be a part two for this... I'm just too tired to finish it right now. Also, here you go, @badasgirlfriend ... anyway hope you enjoyed this—even if it's a bit trashy and incomplete

Requests are open

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kr-han · 5 months

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HiGH&LOW Random Fun Facts That You May Not Know

Disclaimer: SWORD only and the list is so random, so bear with me.

Cobra loves cupcakes, he probably has sweet tooth.

Cobra styles his hair according to his mood (not like bad or good but more like he's fired up enough or not).

Cobra has A LOT of red clothing. His real name is Hino Junpei (緋野盾兵) and the first character which is 緋 can also be read as aka which means red or scarlet.

He loves Antonio Inoki (a pro-wrestler) so much and make it his whole personality (including his red scarf).

When Cobra is drunk, he would shout, "Inoki-san, genki desuka!?". In MUGEN era, he would do it with Kohaku for the rest of the night.

Cobra admires Kohaku so much because he thinks Kohaku resembles Antonio Inoki.

Cobra has small appetite not even 1/10 of Yamato's. But he eats cupcakes.

Cobra can't draw.

Cobra didn't use sticker on LINE (the messanger).

Cobra and Yamato can't speak English. They're probably the type who'd say, "We're Japanese we don't need English!"

Yamato is afraid of cats. The reason is cat can get long.

Yamato's insult never sounds like one.

Noboru favorite food is sea cucumber. He's sea cucumber maniac.

According to Cobra Noboru type is a girl with glasses.

Dan on the other hand, can draw well. But he can't draw woman.

Rocky is a little clumsy, he forgot small things like key.

Hyuga always sleeps whenever there's no fighting nor something exciting to do.

Murayama loves corndog.

Murayama dislikes sharing his food.

G-SWORD's leaders alcohol tolerance: Cobra is rather low, Rocky is rather high, Murayama prefer to eat than drink (but according to Nakazono, Murayama didn't make any different when he's drinking or not), Hyuga prefer to sleep than anything else, and Smoky can't.

According to Kizzy, Rocky becomes a foolish/idiotic old man when he's drunk. Kizzy also said, "When he's drunk, he got no dignity whatsoever."

Murayama's favorite alcohol beverage is ryokucha-hai (which a combination of green tea and shochu. Might be wrong though, you can search: 緑茶ハイ).

Hyuga's favorite alcohol beverage is shochu.

When Oya part timer go to karaoke, they sing girl idols' songs.

Masaki do all the house chores in Amamiya's households from cleaning up to cooking.

Hiroto's favorite food is curry.

When Hiroto cooks, he only cooks curry.

Takeru is forgetful. Masaki has to remind him all the time. Hiroto? He waits to be petted by his aniki.

Kaito and Kizzy have a couple ring and they use it as necklace.

In HiGH&LOW The Movie, Kaito and Kizzy joined the fight but there's no single footage of them fighting. But they appeared before the fight and after the fight with some bruises.

From End of Sky to Final Mission, Cobra didn't wear his red scarf anymore.

Despite using his red scarf as a personality, Cobra didn't use it to fight beside for his character introduction scene in episode 1.

Ichigo Milk has been inviting Naomi to join them, but Naomi refuses due to Itokan. She wants to take care what's left by her brother.

Naomi can actually beat dudes.

Murayama keeps the strawberry bag from Oshiage and he uses it as a pillow.

Ice gave Sarah a teddy bear (and a necklace).

Ice can cook and according to Mighty Warriors' member, Ice's curry tasted like seafood when he uses zero seafood ingredients. Apparently, it matched the actor's fun fact: Elly's curry always tasted like he put seafood in it even when he's not.

There was once, Seki dressed up in sailor uniform for karaoke. Of course, they sing girl idols' songs.

Toutetsu brothers cook for Hyuga, but he sleeps almost all day long, so Katou needs to wake him up just to eat.

Ukyou cooks better than Sakyou.

Ukyou needs to separate Daruma's income into envelopes and hide them because if not, Hyuga would splurge the income into zero. Hyuga can't manage money.

Lala reads books for the kids in Mumeigai, and they literally have reading time with Lala.

Furuya has truck driver's license.

Murayama durability is top notch and it resemble his given name which is Yoshiki. His full name written like this 村山良樹 and Yoshiki (良樹) is consist of characters that mean good or skilled, and trees or wood. He's a skilled trees or wood, or whatever but that clearly means that his durability is on another level. That's why he could bear the 100 punches challenge and still fight back after that.

Hiroto and Smoky loves cat.

Murayama talked to a cat. (He's cat, but also puppy; whatever he's cute).

Murayama introduced Todoroki to Cobra in person.

Murayama has 4 vans' shoes and a pair of converse. (Haven't count how many jackets he has though, might count it when I rewatch).

At least, Tsukumo has been hit by the car twice. He should avoid getting near cars. No cars near him, please.

White Rascals' outfit are all white and it's hard to keep it clean. The visual line (Shimura, Bito, Aizawa, and Enari) has a hard time because they spend so much money for laundry and cleaning. Little did they know, Rocky actually could paid 80% of their cleaning cost. But Rocky didn't say it to them because he knows that they would be worried about how to pay Rocky back. (Rocky is so sweet). Probably the only guys that use this privilege only Koo and Kaito.

Rocky paid 100% of the girls' laundry and cleaning cost (including Kizzy).

Rocky's surname, Mutsugi, is actually a word play. It's written as 六ツ木 in Japanese. Which the character 六 can be read as mutsu (mu for short) or roku (ro for short) and it means six; ツ is a katakana for tsu and in hiragana it's written like this つ. When tsu is written small in between characters (it's called sokuon) like っ/ッ it purposes is to geminate the next character; and 木 is ki and it means tree. If we put them together and make the tsu as sokuon, we'll get 六ッ木 which read as ろっき in hiragana and ロッキ in katakana (both are rokki) we got his name, Rocky (ロッキー).

Source: rewatching the series and the movies over and over again so I can get into the useful but also useless facts, and the g-sword manga by CLAMP. If you want to read HiGH&LOW g-sword manga by CLAMP you can read HERE for English translation or DI SINI untuk translasi Bahasa Indonesia. Note: Might add more if I find or remember more. Also, I'm sorry there's too much Cobra, can't help though, I love him a little bit too much.

#high&low #high and low #high&low story of sword #mugen #amamiya brothers #sannoh rengokai #sannoh hoodlum squad #white rascals #oya high #oya kou #rude boys #daruma ikka

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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please can I request soft/ fluff HCs with Peter quill? it’s sinful how little fics there are of him, so had to ask you :) 💕 preferably female but GN is fine too

hii! omg yess that’s so true, there is literally no fics of him! I have searched for so long to find some quill fics but often come up empty, so if anyone has recs, please please send them my way (I need them and him) ive never wrote for quill so hope these are accurate. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

headcanons/ imagines

peter quill x f reader

warnings || none

a/n || I may have done this first, sorry to all the others in my inbox, this was something fun to do and hopefully it might kick me into writing again

masterlist + rules

taglist

- it’s a given, but you guys talk about music ALL the time, it’s definitely a very important part of your relationship. maybe you share new songs with him from different decades, but you definitely prefer his music and he loves that you love his music

- he has an abundance of funky, fun and cool graphic tees, he loves to share them with you and probably prefers them on you

- he definitely fell first

- he loves to make you laugh, constantly cracking jokes. doesn’t even need to try and you’d just be laughing or smiling at him. his favourite laughs of yours are when you snort or cackle at his unintentional jokes

- it makes him feel special that you pay attention to the little things he says and when you react earnestly to them

- even though he LOVES the other guardians, he definitely prefers one on one time with you and loves to have you all to himself. he also loves your attention, and he definitely craves time with you

- he has major abandonment issues, so he doesn’t like you leaving his side. you’d be like his lucky rock, or a special penny that he always needs near. you are incredibly special to quill and he is often terrified that he’ll lose you too

- he craves validation, especially from you

- he is a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for. he’s definitely learnt tonnes from rocket over the years

- if he ever has to do a mission separately from you (would take a lot of persuasion and reassurance first) but he always brings back some special for you, something tailored and important to you, something that holds significance

- he’s incredibly sentimental, again not always showing it. he feels safe with the other guardians, but even more so with you. he doesn’t often like talking about his mother (he finds it too difficult) it took a lot of time, but he eventually shared that part of his life with you, and he was glad he did because your reaction was exactly what he needed

- an amazing hugger, he’s super comforting and safe. he has a very homely vibe and instantly makes you feel at ease

- you two have a very fun and easygoing relationship, it’s light and airy, but serious and passionate when it needs to be. a very sincere and genuine dynamic

- he taught you how to speak groot, he’s a great teacher but it took some getting used to

- he likes when you sit on his lap when he steers the ship, even though it’s not technically safe, he loves having you near when he is in the captain's seat (or just on his lap in the seat in general)

- but if need be, your seat is behind him, so it’s not too far away

- he loves teaching you things, he wanted to be the one to teach you about the ship and its buttons and controls

- I had this idea: that you take him to earth (he might not be too fond of the idea at first) but you surprise him with concert tickets so you both could see a band he loves. he’d never stop talking about it, and he’d keep the ticket stubs pinned up so he could look at them all the time

- he would do ANYTHING for you, he goes love blind (may have gotten himself hurt a couple of times to protect you)

- you both invented a special code/ encryption so you can talk to each other over comms. if he is on the other side of the ship (maybe tinkering) he’ll send you a secret message to let you know he’s thinking of you

- you guys don’t really argue (that’s not a bad thing either) if you have a disagreement it’s usually very light, and unserious, he’d probably accidentally make you laugh during it and then everything goes back to normal

- but if you ever do get into an argument, he can be quite stubborn

- he is a man-child (but the best kind!!) he can be immature and cocky but he’s always lighthearted. he’s just a fun-loving goof

- he loves when you call him starlord (but you don’t say it too often, so it doesn’t lose its meaning)

- you helped him process his grief, especially after yondu. once he felt comfortable talking about him again, he’d tell you all of these stories about him growing up

- he no longer drinks to forget, he now prefers a social drink after a mission with the crew instead. he doesn’t feel the need to drink himself silly now that he has you

- the guardians think you’re a great addition to the team and love that you make quill so happy

- you and peter share stories of earth with the others, sometimes you’d bend the truth and say wacky absurd things to joke around with them, but that being said it often flies over their heads, especially drax and mantis

- you two are definitely best friends as well as a couple, the perfect balance of friendship and romance, which is what makes the connection so special

#peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #peter quill x female reader #peter quill x fem!reader #peter quill x gn reader #peter quill headcanon #peter quill fanfic #star lord #guardians of the galaxy #starlord x reader #starlord x you #marvel fan fiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction

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wjehfshs · 9 months

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Keegan and Logan relationship HCs both fluffy and smutty bc I’m on a kick for them rn (seperate)

This is gonna contain NSFW, also don’t ask me why I put hello kitty as the GIF I just felt like it

Keegan

Sfw:

I think everyone can agree this man’s cuddly

I saw someone hc (I can’t remember who) that he bites affectionately

Like will just bite your shoulder or smth

Also he rides a motorcycle (he’s better at driving it than a car, thankfully), and he loves to take you on rides at night for a date

First getting with him you probably had to confess, look he’s not insecure or anxious it’s just that he didn’t pick up on you liking him as well

Kinda just stood there after you asked him out like “😦”

“Kid stop messin’ with me it’s not funny”

“I’m not messing with you Keegan”

“Oh… Oh!” Got all excited internally but tried to keep that stoic demeanour

First time cuddling with him (which was probably right after you confessed) he lay on top of you, putting his full weight on you (if safe to do so ofc), and basically just melted, almost fell asleep if you didn’t have to get up to use the bathroom

Anytime before he has to go on a mission he’s extra cuddly, basically glued to you

And if you work day or night he’s devastated

Part of him wants to convince you to quit your job so he can have you all to himself when he’s home and he also makes very good money, but if you genuinely like your job/career. He’s supporting you 110% and won’t say anything

Will have you on his lap as he plays games or watches TV with you

If you also play games even better, sometimes he lets you win just to see you happy

But if you naturally beat him at a game where we didn’t let you win he’s all pouty and shit

Still can’t help but let his heart skip a beat when he sees you all excited, even if you’re rubbing your win in his face

If you have a cat, the cat and him are standoffish at first, kinda fighting for your attention but now they can’t be separated

Spends like a good 2 hours saying good bye to the cat before he is deployed

Falls asleep with it on his chest

If you have a dog he’s all over it immediately, treats it like it’s his childhood dog or smth

You catch him cuddling with the dog while watching TV, sometimes even falls asleep while watching and the dog just sits there with a smile on its face

Probably prefers big dogs but doesn’t mind either way

After he gets home from a mission no matter how long he was away, he’s hugging you, kissing you, and lifting you up in his arms in the middle of the airport like you haven’t seen each other in 5 years, doesn’t care if people are staring at all

If you get embarrassed he may tone it down a bit but he just can’t help himself

If you two get married/have a traditional wedding, he’s so impatient, just wants to kiss you

When he’s told he can he just wraps you in a bear hug and kisses you, he’s just so happy that he gets to be with you

If you don’t want to get married/don’t want a traditional wedding he’s also totally fine with that

Doesn’t care if you’re married or not, doesn’t care if the wedding is traditional or not he’s just so happy to be with you

Nsfw:

You two don’t make out for very long when you do because he’s also impatient in that area, can’t control himself sometimes he gets so worked up

He’s into some very kinky stuff (only with consent and very long talks from you two)

He also likes biting in the bedroom, if you aren’t ok with it he won’t draw blood or hurt you two bad but if you give him the ok, or even better want it, he’s having a field day

When he’s away he lives for phone sex with you

When domming he’s rough (unless you ask him not too or you’re more vanilla), but if either of you are having a bad day or smth he’s soft and very vanilla

When he’s having a bad day tho he prefers to sub, I think he’s pretty quiet when subbing, not for any particular reason, just is

Covers his mouth when subbing because even when being dommed he loves to hear you moan

Not above being pegged/anal

I’ve mentioned this in a couple of past posts but I fully believe that Keegan is a tit man

Doesn’t matter if they’re big, small, uneven, different sizes, covered in stretch marks, have hair, fake, or on a man HE. LOVES. TITS.

Will bury his head in them when cuddling and Will also occasionally cover them in hickeys

Also loves cumming all over them

If you don’t say otherwise, he’s all over them. You cannot detach this man from your boobs

If you’re insecure about them his mouth is not leaving them until you feel better

He would never admit this but he loves when you make him cum all over his clothes/in his pants

If you’re ok with it, he’ll do stuff like choking, spitting, specifically in your mouth/on your tongue, and the occasional ass slap (but remember consent is key guys)

He LOVES to eat you out, female genitalia or male genitalia he doesn’t care

Eye contact>>>

A bit of a dirty secret of his but he loves when you look away so he can hold your face and force you to look at him

Dirty talk dirty talk dirty talkkkkk

Oral fixation

Logan

Sfw:

He’s a bit of an anxious lover

Also less experienced than Keegan

He’s not clueless but you may have to guide him on some stuff

Very protective of you

Unlike Keegan, he can actually be trusted behind the wheel of a car

He prefers to show his love through acts of service

That’s not to say he doesn’t love any kind of affection giving or receiving

But there’s just something about being able to cook you breakfast while you’re asleep, taking care of you while you’re sick, and helping you pick out an outfit

Although I do have to admit he does also enjoy being taken care of

But he prefers to take care of you than be taken care of

Please cuddle this man likes he’s the most precious thing ever made, he needs it

He’s too embarrassed to admit it but he loved when you whisper and coo at him

And if you cuddle him while playing with his hair, this man is out COLD

But equally he loves when you fall asleep on top of him

I believe since he’s the youngest of the Walker family, he probably feels insecure about his strength so if you fall asleep wrapped in his arms it’ll make him feel big and strong

Cold days where you can cuddle with him>>>

His kisses are soft and calm

He was the one to confess, well kinda

Hesh did it for him

Hesh just kinda strolled up to you casually one day with Logan silently standing behind him

“Hey [name]! How are you? Cool cool. Anyways just letting you know Logan’s in love with you… bye!” And then he walks off leaving you and Logan alone

And it just went from there

Hesh wasn’t stupid, he knew you both liked each other but Logan wasn’t convinced

The only reason he let Hesh confess to you for him was because Hesh promised to treat him to a “sorry dinner” if he was wrong and you didn’t feel the same

Luckily Hesh was right

While Keegan is a biter, Logan is more of a licker

He won’t just randomly lick you like Keegan but he’ll probably kiss you somewhere and leave a little lick for shits and giggles

I do believe he’s selectively mute

So most of the time he doesn’t talk at all but I’m rare occasions he’ll whisper something to you and only you

Probably something like “baby I’m tired… can we go home?”

Or “I love you so so much”

It’s like a special treat just for you

He tries to take as many photos of you and the both of you together, prints it out, and takes the little photo with him on missions

Nsfw:

Prefers to soft dom

But either way he will absolutely destroy your insides as he kisses all up and down your torso

If he’s subbing, please crush this man’s head in between your thighs

Doesn’t matter if they’re thick, thin, fatty, muscly, whatever please just crush him

He wants to suffocate between them

He would happily die in between your legs

Also gets whiny when subbing

Jerk this man off while he whines and begs, bucking his hips up into your hands

Not really as kinky as Keegan but loves being rough or you being rough on him

Doesn’t matter if you have a dick yourself or use a strap on, he wants to deep throat it

Will bend you in half when fucking you

Especially when he’s close

If he’s feeling mean one day he will manhandle you

Flipping you from position to position on the bed, basically throwing you around like a rag doll

Sometimes he’ll wear his mask while you two will do it

Aftercare with him is top tier tho, kisses, maybe a bath or shower, food if you’re hungry, water, maybe even a hot chocolate

As I said earlier he loves to take care of you

Prefers things clean but does like cumming on your face

#cod x reader #cod #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #cod ghosts smut #keegan russ x reader #Logan Walker x reader

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gaycragula · 1 year

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*Runs up to you*

I heard you wanted fluff requests?

Can I ask for König and 141! reader falling in love?

Falling in Love with König

I turned these into headcanons I hope that's alright

Pairing: König x GN!Reader Word Count: 1182 Masterlist

The first time you had seen the mountain of a man was on a joint operation. You'd been sent out with a couple other members of the 141 to meet up with a another group- the Kortac

He caught your eye. I mean, it's kind of hard to miss him. He had a few inches on the next tallest person there and the mask he wore made him stick out to you

He was quiet spoken, you assumed he had anxiety or was just a bit shy. König lingered away from the big group of people gathered, didn't go out of his way to talk to someone but was kind if someone spoke to him

Speaking of, you were probably the one to initiate anything between the two of you

It started with exchanging your names and a couple hobbies you both enjoyed doing

After a few more operations with König, you found the courage to ask for his phone number so the two of you could stay in contact outside of missions. He was more than happy to give it to you, his eyes crinkling up in a smile as you traded numbers

Your friendship with him was quick to blossom and he became more comfortable talking with you

If you both had overlapping time off, you'd go see each other, hang out for a day or two, and then head your separate ways to see family or friends

Over the years, your friendship started turning into something else

It had started off small, this little crush you developed on the Austrian. You tried to ignore it, nervous it would end up affecting your relationship with König

And it was around that time that you started to notice small details

The way König's eyes crinkled when he smiled and laughed. His laugh would rattle in your head and the sound always brought a heat to your cheeks

His little mannerisms when he was getting overwhelmed in public. A hand would brush against your arm and he'd give you a look that told you all you needed to know. His legs liked to bounce when you went out to eat with him, his knee hitting the bottom of the table with every bounce up

König's voice was like honey and you've caught yourself multiple times staring at him when he spoke

He was there when you needed him and you were there when he needed you. He confided in you after rough missions. If you got injured on a mission, he'd ask for you to keep him updated on how you were healing

His touches would linger a little longer when he stepped around you, parting hugs would last a beat longer than normal. His hands were rough, yet his touches remained soft

You told yourself it was all coincidence. There's no way he would feel the same way.. right?

It all came to a boiling point when you and König decided to take a week long vacation together. You'd been friends for just over 6 years at this point and had been talking about taking one for the last year or two. You just had to wait to get the time off

König was the one who got the motel you'd be sharing

You don't know if some higher power above enjoyed seeing you suffer or if you were just that unlucky. Your stomach dropped when you opened the door. One bed

You heard König stumble over apologies behind you as you stepped into the room. You could feel your heart thrum in your chest, could feel it pulse through your head

You told him it was fine, you'd sleep on the floor, he could have the bed

He insisted the opposite. Insisted you take the bed to make up for the mistake he'd made

König ended up in the bed that night. You tossed and turned on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position to lay down in

Your near constant movement seemed to wake König back up, his voice invading your head and making you jump a little

"Would you rather have the bed?"

You rolled over to look at him, your eyes long adjusted to the dark, already finding him watching you with his tired eyes. You shook your head, running a hand over your face. "I'm fine, König, don't worry."

"No you're not. We can share the bed."

Your heart skipped a beat and you let out a shaky breath. "Are you sure?"

König hummed out a yes and you heard the bed sheets rustle as he moved to make space for you. You pushed yourself up off the floor and climbed into bed alongside the man

You tried to keep as much space between yourself and König as you pulled the covers up and over you. The space didn't last long

König turned into you in his sleep. His arm draped over your waist and his front pressed against your back

You had tensed and your heart rate picked up again. König's face nuzzled into the back of your head, quiet, relaxed breaths coming from the Austrian

The sound of his breathing and the slow beat of his heart against your back eventually lulled you to sleep

You woke before König the next morning, still wrapped up in his arms

It wasn't long after that König woke up. In his haze, he pulled you closer to him to keep the warmth you provided closer to him. It pulled a shaky breath from you and it was then that König seemed to realize what he was doing

He apologized, moving to remove himself from you before freezing when your hand on his arm stopped him

That early morning, with the golden morning sun peeking through the window of the motel, you confessed to him. Your voice was shaky with nerves, fingers mindlessly tracing shapes into the skin of König's arm

He stayed quiet throughout your confession but you felt his body relax behind you as you spoke

Once you finished speaking, he turned your head to plant a kiss on your cheek. It brought a new heat to your cheeks and you choked on your breath as you smiled. The relief that flowed through you was indescribable

Then, König started talking, Admitted he'd been pushing his own feelings down in fear in would put a strain on your friendship

He told you he dreamed about the day he would wake up in bed with you, holding you in his arms, spend the morning with you. Told you how much he loved listening to you talk, how much he loved spending time with you

Your doubts that König wouldn't feel the same way diminished as he spoke, as he ran his fingers over the skin on your tummy

He ended his own confession with a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You held his head in place and placed a proper kiss to König's lips. You felt him smile against your lips and he hugged you tighter, whispering an 'I love you' that you gladly returned

#könig fluff #könig x gn!reader #könig x reader #x reader #x gn!reader #fluff #falling in love #headcanons #classic one bed trope #könig cod #könig call of duty #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod modern warefare 2 #cod #cod x gn!reader #cod mw2 x gn!reader

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ladykissingfish · 1 month

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*Kisame walks into the Akatsuki hideout carrying a large sack*

Kisame: Okay, so … how much do you all love me?

Konan: Depends on what you’re about to ask.

Kisame: Alright, well … I may have, accidentally … killed Hidan.

Deidara: No, you didn’t, hm. You know that freak is immortal.

Kisame: Well I think I might have ended that for him! I was with him on a mission and after we took out the enemy he grabbed one of the bodies for that heathen prayer ritual thing. But I just wanted to get home so I ripped that stupid necklace off of him mid-prayer. And before I knew it Samehada had sucked him dry of chakra. It’s been 7 hours and he hasn’t moved or breathed …

Kisame: *holds up the sack* I put him in here, and I need help hiding him.

Deidara: Why didn’t you just drop him in the woods somewhere?

Itachi: And why do you need to hide him in the first place?

Kisame: Kakuzu. I know he acts like he hates the bastard but come on, anyone can see the truth. He’ll probably gut me and hang me up on the wall! And really, drop him in the woods? For gods sake, he was a part of us! Do you think he’d want his final resting place to be in some dark hole in the forest? Instead of here, with those who loved him??

Itachi: “Loved” is stretching it …

Zetsu: That’s quite a touching sentiment, Kisame.

Deidara: It’s quite stupid, hm. But … *goes to a spot behind the chair and lifts up a couple of floorboards* Stick him in here until after Kakuzu goes to bed, then we can bury him under that tree in the garden.

Konan: … Did those boards always move?

Deidara: No; Danna uses this to stash his valuable puppets, hm.

Sasori: Way to keep my secrets, brat.

*they hear Kakuzu coming*

Deidara, whispering: Hurry!

*Kisame quickly dumps the body into the hole in the floor, Deidara replaces the boards, and they both sit with the others and try to look casual*

Kakuzu: Oh, Kisame, you’re back from that mission already? Where’s Hidan?

Kisame: We … uh … after the mission we separated because he wanted a longer walk to stretch his legs but I took the short way home. H-he should be here soon?

Kakuzu: Mm. By the way … I was going through the accounts this morning, and discovered quite a large sum of money missing from the savings. Anyone have any idea what happened to it?

*nobody says anything*

Kakuzu: Well don’t all talk at once, now. Come on, it didn’t just disappear, did it? I —

*from under the floor*

Hidan: The puppet’s got a LOT of new and EXPENSIVE-ass looking tools down here! And why don’t ya ask shark-dick about that new hilt on his fucking gay-ass sword?!

Kakuzu: What the fuck —

Sasori: I hate this house.

Kisame: … Shit.

#KisameBirthdayBash2024 #Kisame Birthday Bash 2024 #hiding the body #the akatsuki #chaos everywhere #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #hidan #kakuzu #konan #deidara #sasori #zetsu

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sundropstories · 7 months

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Not a Secret

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: The team witnesses you and Bucky kiss for the first time and you start to realize they don't all know you guys are married. Or even in a relationship.

a/n: This takes place kinda after civil war. Timeline will make more sense in the little story <3

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Bucky has been away on a mission for a bit now with most of the team. I've stayed behind with Peter, Kate, and some of our newer younger avengers. To just kinda hangout and keep them on track with training.

"Y/n, Mr.Stark just let me know they're on their way back now."

"Thanks Peter!" I say, a smile spreading on my face.

I miss Bucky so much! This is the longest we've been apart...since we've been together.

—

The elevator door opens and I practically jump off the couch to see my husband.

"Oh my god I missed you guys!" I say rushing to give everyone hugs.

This might seem like I'm crazy but, they've been on this mission for about two months. I guess some guy was making the serum..you know the serum. So they all went to figure that all out. So I've been hanging out with a bunch of teenagers for a couple months of course I miss my adult friends!

—

I'm speaking to Natasha about the mission when my favorite super soldier finally walks in.

"Yay your back!" I yell jumping into his arms to kiss him. The whole room falls silent and the energy shifts.

"Well she didn't miss the rest of us that much." I barely hear Tony say. Too focused on the handsome man looking back at me.

We pull away arms still holding each other. "You guys want me to give you all welcome back kisses?" I raise my eyebrow questioning them and let out a small laugh.

"You will not be doing that. You're only allowed to kiss your husband." Bucky says from behind me. It was then I started to notice the confused faces turn into surprised faces.

Then Sam speaks up "Excuse me, you guys are married?!"

I look back at Bucky, who still has an arm around my waist. "Are they fucking with us right now" I whisper. He just furrows his eyebrows in response.

I turn back to the team and lift my left hand showing my ring and he does the same. "Yeah..." I say to the team.

"When did you guys get married?" Natasha joins in on questioning us.

"2017..but, no one was talking so we just had a small reception." Bucky finally answers.

"So why'd you guys keep it a secret?" Sam questions.

"What?" I start laughing "It's not a secret. Steve, Wanda, and Vision we're at the wedding. And we couldn't get a hold of the rest of you."

"Also some of you refused to talk to some of us at the time so we just...forgot to tell you. But, we thought you'd have figured it out after we all moved into the compound together..." Bucky adds.

This is so weird. I mean we're not exactly the most flashy couple but damn. For super hero's and spy's they're not very observant.

" I don't understand how we never noticed. Probably because You guys live in separate rooms." Tony says.

"No." I say. "Bucky and I share Bucky's old room, I've never used that spare room before."

It was weird at the time when he gave me that room but I just thought it was like an extra or something I don't know...

"I just thought you guys were like besties or something. I never thought Bucky to be the relationship type he's just so.. you know." Sam says letting out a small laugh.

—

After that really weird conversation Bucky and I went up to our room to finally just be together.

I missed this.

"It's so nice to finally have you back this bed feels so empty when you're gone." I say plopping myself onto the bed.

"I missed you so much doll." Bucky says laying next to me.

I shift to be laying in his arms, and look up so our faces are only inches apart.

"I love you Bucky."

"I love you too y/n."

#james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fic #bucky barns imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky x you

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cursingtoji · 2 years

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hi! I was wondering if you could to a part 2 of " Habits of the Heart " where y/n comes back really late from a mission and tengen and the wives were really worried and thought something bad had happened? I really loved it!!

continuation drabble from Habits of the Heart

Your first mission after returning to the fields was nothing but exhausting, your whole body hurt and you cursed yourself several times for not training more often during the time you stayed home.

“Are you leaving already?” Shinobu asked surprised when entering the room where you’re been resting since your arrival the night before.

“I have to,” you gave her an apologetic look as you finished adjusting your clothes, “Thanks for bandaging me up” you patted her shoulder on your way out only then realizing it was something Tengen does.

“They miss you, don’t they?” Shinobu asked.

“Well, I’ve been sending letters so they shouldn’t miss me so badly.”

In fact even when you arrived all bloodied and exhausted last night you forced yourself to write a letter informing them everything was fine, no limb was lost and you would probably be arriving tonight.

You said your farewells to the staff in the butterfly state knowing you would be back soon, and left with your few belongings, but you weren’t far when a crow found you, immediately giving some news about a boy in trouble trying to fight a demon way above his level.

You promised you would be home tonight, but—

“Show me the way.”

“It’s midnight already.”

“I know.”

“She should’ve arrived already.”

“I know.”

“What if something hap—“

“Suma, shut up” Makio shouted, not being able to listen to her wife ramblings anymore, they were starting to make her heart ache, but even worse, they made Tengen more stressed then he was.

“Maybe she left the butterfly state a little bit later than planned and will arrive in the morning” Hinatsuru said looking through the window.

“No, I asked Shinobu to inform me when she leaves, which was this morning” Tengen murmured, his wives sighed.

“I’ll write to her again” Hinatsuru got up from her sit, finding something to keep her busy.

The fighting took longer than you first thought, the young slayer was very hurt once you got there, and it was not just one of demon, most of them were gone already but you had to fight your way into the leader. At some point you realized you couldn’t kill him, so you let him scape, prioritizing your life and the boy’s instead.

You also had to make sure he was safe before leaving, so you stopped by a village nearby to be cared by a healer you knew.

“What about you, my dear?” the elderly lady asked after welcoming the bleeding boy in her establishment. Outside it started to snow, the fields were already white but the snow was not too deep yet, if you stayed it would be harder to find your way tomorrow.

“I have to go home now, don’t worry about me” you smiled at her, one hand on your ribs.

Thankfully you caught a ride in the back of a farmer’s wood wagon that would pass by the Uzui state.

Your face hurt, probably a couple ribs broken and burning wounds that would require treatment so it wouldn’t get infected.

Your mind went to Hinatsuru, she was always deeply concerned when any spouse was hurt, Makio had the job of changing Tengen’s bandages daily after a mission after Hinatsuru applied medicine on it.

I miss them so much.

You’ve been away from them for a whole month while on slayer duty, that’s the maximum amount of time you’ve spent separately since the marriage.

Your ride informed when you arrived at the closest spot he could leave you, jumping out of the wagon you hissed holding your ribs and thanking the man.

The Uzui state was a 20 minute walk up a hill, with so many injuries plus the thick snow on the ground you made halfway before starting to feel dizzy. The path in front of you got blurry, were you even in the right way?

“Tengen” you whispered your husband’s name, worrying about him, and hoping he could forgive you for being late. Your legs seemed to give up the task of supporting your body, your body leaned forward as you closed your eyes waiting to feel your face hit cold snow.

Instead you’ve hit a warm body.

“There you are” you heard his sweet voice, your eyes had trouble adjusting to focus on his face, Tengen removed his winter cloak, dropping it on your shoulders.

“Hello handsome” you smiled, “How did find you me?”

“Heard you calling me” he picked you up as easy as a little forest animal as you warned about your ribs, “I’ve been walking around the forest looking for you.”

“Sorry” you murmured in his chest, already feeling warmer as he walked slowly to your house.

“What happened, my love? You said you were fine in your last letter” you could feel his beautiful eyes upon your bruised face.

“Last minute call, I tried to help a younger slayer but…”

“But what? Did he die?”

“No! He’s being treated in a village, the healer said he will be fine, but… the demon escaped” your fist closed around the cloak. Tengen stopped walking.

“You’ve done as said, you put your life and his first” he realized.

“Yeah, but…”

“No, love, no buts, you did right, I’m proud of you” he adjusted you to kiss your forehead, “Missed you so much” he whispered. Your eyes watered and you took his face on your small injured hands.

“I love you, Tengen” you whispered back, giving his lips a soft but long peck since your lips also had a cut. He limited himself to squeeze your thigh to not hurt you any more, but all he wanted was to hug and kiss you so hard you would never think about leaving his side again.

#— beauty sleep hours 💤#no major warnings #uzui tengen x reader #tengen x you #uzui x y/n #tengen x reader #demon slayer x reader

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multific · 1 year

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Play Pretend

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader

Words: 2K

Warnings: Mention of Smut

Summary: Another mission, but this one very different from the others. Pretending to be a married couple with the man you had a crush on since forever a nightmare and a dream at the same time.

Of course, out of everyone Price would pair you with Soap for this undercover mission, what you didn't understand is, why?

You had a feeling the Captain knew about your little crush and so based on that he choose Johnny. But if you really thought about it, he was the logical choice.

Ghost wouldn’t take of his mask.

Price is the Captain, it would be super weird.

And you couldn’t take Gaz seriously, the two of you always had a brother - sister relationship.

You had to pretend to be a newlywed couple who just moved into a house.

Said the brief, and you thought you'll be paired with Soap, but when the Captain said Soap, everyone in the room took a step back.

It was supposed to be an easy task according to the Captain at least.

The targets were the neighbours, your information was that the couple was selling confidential information on weapons, agents and safe houses. Which was obviously not good.

And after that, only you, Johnny and Price were in the room, as the remainder of the mission will be confidential.

So, you and Johnny were chosen to monitor them and the main goal was to get enough evidence to arrest them.

As the Captain said currently we don't have enough evidence but everyone was sure and they didn't want to alarm the couple in case they will flee before anyone can take action.

You were warned that they will be suspicious of you.

You and Johnny have known each other, so you didn’t mind spending the upcoming months in a house with each other.

But pretending to be madly in love and married?

Now, that’s going to be a rather difficult task.

You had to admit that you have a crush on Johnny, who wouldn’t? He’s handsome, kind and he saved your life many times before. And that accent...

The difficulty wouldn't be pretending but you were afraid that some messed up part of your brain will not want to let go of that feeling of having him close.

So, now here you were, in a newly furnished home, with your ‘husband’. Looked like the Captain thought about everything.

You were given fake identities, and rings, they even put up fake pictures of the two of you. From wedding pictures to date pictures. You had no clue where they got the material from, but you might keep one or two later.

You let out a sigh as you walked around the house. You had to admit that it was beautiful. Perfect for a newly married couple who is just starting their lives.

You walked upstairs and noticed the master bedroom. It had a huge bed and a gorgeous view of the backyard.

“You can have this room, I’ll stay in the other one.” said Johnny as he came into the room.

This man looked way too good in his simple shirt and jeans.

You were sure God was testing your limits.

“I don’t think we should do that.” Johnny raised a confused brow at you as you continued with an explanation. “If they are as cautious as Price said they are watching us at every moment. And they will find it extremely weird that a newly wedded couple who are supposedly madly in love, sleep separately.”

"I didn't even think of that. I just thought it might be more comfortable for you." Johnny explained and you smiled.

"Yeah, thank you but the mission comes first, so... and its not like I have issues with sleeping in the same bed as you Johnny."

Although you knew your heartbeat will go crazy as you will next to him, you probably won't even sleep let's be honest. You knew you needed to be convincing or this was for nothing.

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You lived your next three months like that. In a house with Johnny. Sleeping in the same bed, making breakfast together.

In public you two portrayed the couple that is so disgustingly in love, sometimes it made even you sick to the stomach.

However, you learned many things about Johnny, because even if he pretended to be another man, his habits stayed the same.

Like how he slept, how he liked his coffee, how he liked to shower and then immediately go to bed or how gentle he could be, how he would snore a little when he was very tired.

With you, he was a different man, caring, protective and kind.

With others he was the same, the only difference is that his arm never failed to be around your waist, he always pulled you close, kept you close.

You assumed this possessive nature came from his training, that he had to keep a fellow sergeant safe.

A bit later on, you noticed that the targets became more suspicious since you were told that they are now using a heat monitor which showed where were you in the house and what you were doing.

They had to be extremely suspicious of the two of you if they were doing that. And it made you wonder, what did you do to alarm them so much?

This became a very awkward conversation between you and Johnny.

The two of you laid in bed as you talked in the dark, cuddling to make it more believable.

“They watch our every move. What we do, where, when, how. Everything. I don’t know what made them do this, I mean we were pretty good at acting.” Johnny only hummed as he played with your hair. Suddenly a lightbulb lit up in your head as you moved to look at him, sitting up in bed.

“What is it?” Johnny asked, as he watched you sit up. You failed to notice but Johnny learned just as much about you as you did about him, so he knew what your wide eyes meant most of the time, you realized something important.

“I might know the reason….And it’s a bit….” you hesitated as you felt a heat rise in you.

“What?”

You leant closer to him as you whispered to him.

“We never had….sex.” You were happy that it was so dark so, he couldn’t see your red face.

“And?” was he serious?!

You partially died of embarrassment yet he was asking further questions.

Men...

“It’s hard to believe that a newly wedded couple doesn’t have sex in every surface of their brand new home.” You thought you might faint. During your stay, your crush only grew for him.

When he held you close to him during ‘dates’ or when you went dancing with him. Love might be a strong word just yet.

But you definitely liked the man very very much.

“I’m not saying we should, but we could pretend…or I don’t know. What are your ideas?”

“Let’s just sleep for now. We will figure something out.” you nodded and turned around, with your back to him, you looked at the world outside, unfortunately, your bedroom was right next to the targets’ bedroom, so maybe that’s how they got suspicious.

You were close to falling asleep when Johnny pulled you into his chest. Sure, cuddling would be a great option too.

That night, you fell asleep in his arms, and it felt very nice.

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The next morning, as you were making breakfast, you argued with yourself.

You didn’t know why you said it to him.

This mission is already a complicated one anyway, why did you have to make it more complicated?

Not like you would mind having sex with him, it’s just, you feared that he would misunderstand.

As you turned the pancake, arms found themselves around your waist and you got pulled a bit back into a warm chest. The man put his face in your neck, taking a deep breath.

“Morning, Wife’”

“Good morning, Husband.”

You had to admit that day went quite well.

You went to work and so did Johnny. You were the first to get back home. You made dinner and waited. You pulled a book out to read, as you sat on the couch you noticed that the neighbour’s curtains moved. You tried not to look like you noticed it.

The rest of the night went relatively normal, well normal like the many during the months.

You had dinner with John and told him about your day, he was talkative as usual, but you didn’t mind, listening to him talk was honestly amazing as he could talk about anything and everything with such passion. He might have opened up to you, because he now talked about everything, not only army-related stuff.

You knew he wanted a Doberman and a nice house in the countryside near London. He wanted to be a Captain and with his rank, he would be able to help more people.

It was really nice to listen to him talk about anything, but when he said such sweet things, you believed them fully, and you could almost see him with his dog in a nice home.

After your shower you sat on the bed, watching the house next to yours.

Their lights were on, so they were home. As you stood up to brush your hair, Johnny was in front of you, a weird expression on his face.

“What?” you smiled as he stepped closer.

“Please stop me because I won’t be able to stop.” is all he said and before you could ask what he meant, his lips were on yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

His hands started to roam your body and finally settled on your ass.

Soon, the two of you moved to the bed.

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Your best night ever. That was yesterday’s night. Without any doubt.

Johnny was perfect.

It made you a little sad to know that he only did this so you can convince your targets, but that didn’t ruin the fact that he made you feel so special.

You were still in bed, the light from outside peeking through the curtains, your head was on Johnny's chest as his arm was around you, both of you still naked as he held you close.

You let out a long sigh and cuddled closer to him, enjoying these moments while they lasted.

You guessed that this was only for show. No, you knew this was only for show.

Moments later Johnny moved and his hold on you tightened.

He let out a sigh and kissed the top of your head. Since you didn’t move, he guessed that you were still asleep.

“Y/N.” but you didn’t answer pretending to be asleep. But he knew you were up. “I know you probably think that last night was for show. But I assure you, that’s not the case. I have feelings towards you. I know for a fact that I am happier with you.” he kissed your head again. You still didn’t move, letting his words sink into your brain. You felt like you were in heaven. “If only this was real and not a made-up scenario for a mission... I can see us being married. This house is perfect. If you want children we can fill the rooms in, and get a dog. But it’s only a dream.” it was rare that Johnny spoke this freely.

"It might be a dream, it is up for us to make it into reality." you said as you placed a kiss on his skin. You smiled as he laughed a little.

"You're right."

"Maybe we could start with an official date?"

"You have no idea what I have for you, once we hand over everything to the Captain."

"That can all wait. Let's just have one last day as husband and wife." he leaned down to give you a kiss.

But you were beyond happy. And you knew that even after this mission was done, your relationship with Johnny would not end.

It’s only just started.

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of-dragonss · 1 year

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General relationship headcanons for Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley and John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

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Disclaimer: Little to no military knowledge from the author 🕺 don’t come for me i hate the military but i love these military men 🫠

Gender Neutral Military Soldier!Reader

this is also a test to see how i’m gonna write for these two. Yes you can request for them. I can’t do the entirety of the 141 YET but stay tuned 💃

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

At first he was very intrigued by you. Having caught Price’s eye enough to have him assign you to the 141. He’ll be absolutely in denial that he’s caught genuine feelings for you. Not wanting to get close to someone after all he’s went through. But he can’t help the warm feeling he gets when you make eye contact with him from across any room when he stares for far too long.

Eventually he’ll accept that he’s in love with you, will probably outright tell you after you were reckless on a mission, using yourself as a human shield for him. He’d be angry and frustrated and as he’s scolding you for your actions and you arguing back that he would’ve been killed, he’ll blurt out that he was fine if it was him, he doesn’t want to see the only person he can’t get out of his mind hurt because of him.

Ghost will pause as he watches your reaction, and slowly take off his mask, eyebrows furrowed and eyes on the ground. You take his face in your hands and confess your feelings too. From then on you’re an official couple, to Soaps delight. (He won a bet against Price and Gaz.)

You’ll have to be very patient with Simon. He’s been through a lot and lost a lot of people he loved dearly. Being emotionally vulnerable is very hard for him.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. He’s just really bad at communicating it. Like. Really bad. His actions do speak louder than words.

It usually little things. From watching you like a hawk during missions together, making sure you’re okay at all times. From small, brief touches every now and then before and after missions to cleaning your weapons for you. Sometimes he’ll grab your hand during missions when you guys aren’t separated, away from the eyes of others, slowly running his thumb across your knuckles.

Most common physical contact is him putting his hand on your back between your shoulder blades. And on rare occasions, forehead touches. That damn mask gets in the way though but it’s still a nice gesture and one of his more intimate ones he’ll do in front of the others. Since he knows they don’t really care all that much.

If Soap says anything about it though he’s getting one of Ghost’s nasty dead eyed stares. And a threat that holds no true malice behind it, just annoyance.

He has trouble vocalizing his affection to you. That doesn’t come easy to him. Usually it’s such a normal, everyday phrase no one seems to notice the importance of when he says anything to you. From reassuring you he has your back from any threats, to simply asking you how you’re holding up when the two of you are separated.

Sleeping out in deserts, jungles, boats, anywhere not at home he has to have your cot next to his or he won’t sleep. Usually he doesn’t really sleep actually, but having you around eases his mind, letting him get much needed rest even if you’re a couple feet away, facing each other as you rest.

He’s not used to having someone around his apartment when he’s home away from war. Having someone there when he wakes up is new to him again. And he’s definitely not used to you praising him. Telling him how much you love him and how handsome he is. Kissing him because you want to. Looking up at him with so much love and adoration.

During the hours where the sun is just beginning to rise, the birds are softly singing outside in the trees, he’ll wake up before an hour before you so he could go on his morning jog. But he’ll stay in bed for a few minutes, admiring your sleeping face. Gently cupping one of your cheeks in his hand and slowly run his thumb over your cheek bone. And when he gets up to get ready for his run, he’ll kiss your forehead before he leaves. Coming back to find you cooking breakfast for the both of you.

The privacy of the apartment lets him be more vulnerable. If only a little. He still has trouble with words. But physical touch comes easier to him. He’ll come up behind you when you’re doing something in the kitchen and put his hands on your waist, kissing the top of your head. When sitting on the couch he’ll pull you towards his side so you can snuggle up to him. When sleeping he likes facing you, arms wrapped around your middle, rubbing up and down your back with your head to his chest, his chin lightly pressing on your forehead.

When he does vocalize his feelings it’s usually an ‘I love you.’ It’s rare but he means it entirely. If you say it back immediately when he does he’ll bring you in for a tight hug for a minute or two, pulling up his mask to kiss you briefly. His love is soft, warm and intense. He may be wary about loving you because he’s afraid it’ll put a target on your back, even if you know how to take care of yourself, but he really does love you. Like i said be patient with him.

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Johnny is more openly emotional. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve but he does actively show and say it. After missions he’s always asking you if you’re okay. Making sure you’re stocked up in ammunition. Handing you weapons he knows you prefer. Always going ahead of you first in tight spaces to act as a human shield for you. Yelling out your name when you’re in trouble, and etc.

It was like this since he got to know you after you joined the 141, eyes always following your every move, helping you out any chance he got, showing off in the worst moments getting scolded by Price and Ghost.

He’ll confess his feelings after a mission when you save him from an enemy sniper, telling him to duck as you take them out. Not as intense as Ghosts confession but he’s still in absolute awe of you, he couldn’t stay quiet about it anymore.

Really, he’s a love sick puppy, always looking at you with those grey eyes full of admiration and awe. Always close to you when he can. He enjoys any time he can get with you when on duty. Sitting right next to you while you two clean your weapons. Leaning on a wall and chatting away about anything and everything when you have time to simply relax. Sitting next to you in car rides as you two stare out the windows, feeling each others body heat from being so close.

He is touchy, but he restrains himself in front of the rest of the 141. But when a mission requires the team to separate into groups and you two aren’t in the same one he’ll always without fail run up to you and spin you around when it’s done and over with, especially if you were very heroic that mission.

He will constantly boast about you to the annoyance of everyone. Alejandro is the only one who doesn’t really mind. But he does tease Soap about how love sick he is. They definitely act like school boys around each other. Ghost is constantly annoyed by his blabbering about you though. He’s trying to sleep please shut the fuck up oh my god.

When alone together it’s rare for him not be physically touching you. His hugs are tight and playful. Ruffling your hair constantly to make you laugh. Squishing your cheeks. Picking you up and hauling you over his shoulder. Dancing in the living room to a high energy song and slow dancing when he’s feeling extra romantic.

He also melts when you praise him about anything. And turns into putty when you run your fingers through his mohawk, giving him scalp massages. He falls asleep like that on the couch often, his head on your lap as you two watch a movie or tv show.

Can’t cook for shit but he loves when you offer to teach him. It’s a reason to be close with you and he gets to learn something so it’s a win for everyone involved. It feels so domestic to him. Listening and watching you as you focus on the meal you’re preparing, telling him about every step in detail. From the cooking lessons he’s learned how to make a mean spaghetti and meatballs, and it’s one of the first you taught him since the sauce and the meatballs are from your own family recipe. It’s turned into his favorite meal and usually cooks it on date nights.

He’s talked to you about life after the military. Finding a home somewhere nice and quiet. Maybe by a lake, possibly having a farm. He does know he wants a dog. Any kind of dog will do. The topic of children is all out to you guys if you’re willing to have them or not. If no he’s okay with it just being you and a dog running around. If yes he’d want one child. Doesn’t matter what gender, he’d be delighted by anything.

He definitely writes about you in his journal by the way 100%. About how lovely you look certain days to how well you fought in hand to hand training. To moments in battle where you do something he deems as heroic. Some pages are filled with only you, others you and the rest of the squad. Sometimes it’s little notes about little details about you.

He also likes to write you those little notes on sticky notes. Sticks them in random places he knows you’ll be the one to see them. Just some cute worded messages. Nothing too detailed that’s for his journal. He knows you always save them, and when you find them he gets a quick peck on the lips from you with a big smile.

i blacked out when i typed this and these turned longer than i expected lmao

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alligatorstomachacid · 10 months

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HI RAT/GATOR!

Saw the asks for requests and my gay transmasc ass can not pass up that opportunity :D

So maybe like Reader get transferred to the 141 but thanks to Laswell it doesn't say anything about Reader being trans(Maybe post-op top surgery because no unsafe binding and on T!!), and one day after a rough mission with everyone they all go to the showers but Reader. Everyone is super confused about where he went off too, so everyone goes off together to find him. After finally deciding to check his room they walk in on Reader giving himself his T injection, as well as him being shirtless? And then it just kinda goes on from there (like your choice if reader freaks out and it gets angsty or its just them all being silly guys) ^^

Also if you do Anons could I be 👾 anon!!

Hope your having a good day :>

Hi sorry this took forever. Also I'd love for you to be my first Anon👾

This is fluff reader is a Transman. Not proof read. Needles are used. Fem alined DO NOT INTERACT! No use of y/n.

It was after a long and grueling mission you all just arrived back at base. Everyone went they're separate ways to shower, eat, and calm down from they're adrenaline rush. As everyone files into the shower, you go to your room to clean up. You get into your small room and to your own bathroom. You take your shirt off, you look in the mirror and see the scars on your chest. You sit down on the sink counter and grab open the small cabinet. You grab a needle and testosterone bottle.

"Hey! Where's M/N? I didn't see him in the showers or in the cafe". Soap says, his voice worried.

"Calm down lad, he's probably in his room. It was a rough mission". Price states. Gaz pipes up.

"Yeah, you saw how tired he was. He's probably just cleaning up in his room. You know he values his alone time."

"Why don't we go see him?!" Exclaimes Soap.

"No. Let the lad relax." Price says in a stern voice, attempting to shut down Soaps idea.

"Sorry I can't hear you over the sound of me going to check on M/N!~" Yells Soap as he runs down the halls of the barrocks.

"Goddamn it." Price gets up and follows Soap down the halls. Gaz gets up and follows Price.

"Y'know I am a bit curious about what M/N is up too." Gas whispers to Price. Price responds by shaking his head in disapproval. Soap bursts into your room and rounds the corner into your bathroom doorway. You freeze, the needle inches away from your arm.

"M/N? What are you doing?! What happened to your chest?!" Soap exclaims. Gaz peaks out from behind Soap, when he sees you his eyes go wide.

"Are you doing drugs?!" Gaz asks as he shoves Soap aside and approaches you.

You roll your eyes and shake your head.

"I'm not doing drugs... I'm doing..." You don't want to respond. Price grabs Gaz and pulls him out of the bathroom.

"Leave M/N alone. He's doing something important, which is none your guy's business." As Price says that Ghost walks in to see what the commotion is.

"Oh, hey M/N are you doing your T shot?"

"Uh yeah I was until these bozos came crashing in."

"Sorry we didn't know where you went and we wanted to check up on you." Says Soap.

"Why do you need testosterone anyway?" Gaz tilts his head as he asks you.

"Because I'm trans that's why."

"Oh." Soap and Gas say in unison.

"How come you two aren't surprised?" Soap asks.

"I kind of had to know I'm Captain after all."

"I walked in on him doing his hormones a couple months ago. I promised not to tell anyone, I wasn't planning on it though, its not my place to share." Says Ghost as he nods his head.

"Sorry for bothering you M/N, come on you muppets, let's leave him be. I'll make sure to have a talk to you guys about knocking as well." Price says.

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A/N:

I'm so sorry this took so long. Ive been busy. I'm sorry this isn't great, but I tried my best. I'm working on lots of asks. I'll try and get some more asks and that Miguel fic out once i can.

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howaboutcastiel · 2 years

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I Can't Help Myself (Part 1, Jake Lockley)

OH GOD ITS EXPLICIT, MINORS GET OUT

Summary: Jake accidentally touches a cursed artifact while on a mission. The consequences span a couple of days, leaving you and all of the moon boys in a pretty interesting dilemma. (Part 1 of 3)

Word Count: 3.9k

Content: Sex pollen. SMUT. Like honestly filthy, kinky, unapologetic smut. Oral, PIV, rough sex, multiple orgasms, probably other stuff I’m forgetting.

Author’s Note: Based on a request. I took the vagueness and turned it into pretty much a vast novella of porn. You’re welcome. Also... proofreading? What the hell is that?

Update: Part 2.

It took a few hours to set in.

Neither you nor Jake had thought much about the unassuming clay lamp, which you had transported from some smugglers Khonshu had ordered you to take down. Jake carried the lamp by its handle, two fingers wrapped around the thick clay strap and his thumb on the side for support. He was only holding it for a couple of minutes, but that was enough.

You didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary at first. When you made it back to the apartment, Jake’s hands were all over you, but that was normal for him. It was normal for you, too, and you were worked up yourself just as much as he was.

“Mi vida,” he cooed in your ear as he ran his hands down your back to cup your ass, “You’re fucking beautiful.”

“So are you.” It was true, he looked ravishing post-mission. His hair was disheveled as well as his clothes, and his cheeks tinged red, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and lust. “So pretty, baby. I need you.”

He pressed his lips into yours, grinding his hips lightly against your core. Jake was already forming a visible bulge underneath his pants. The pressure felt desperate against you and he forced your lips apart with his tongue. Desire grew inside your chest, clouding your thoughts as you stumbled against each other in the entryway.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jake groaned into your mouth, barely pulling away. “I can’t get enough of you.”

You mewled as he rolled his hips again, gripping your waist so his arms were partly supporting your weight. His fingers squeezed around your skin, forcing you to buck up against him as light pain shot through your asscheek.

“I’m all here, babe.” You assured him. The two of you were ever-so-slowly creeping closer to the kitchen, unwilling to separate long enough to walk properly in any direction. “All yours.”

You returned your mouth to his, nibbling softly on his bottom lip which elicited a high-pitched whimper from the back of his throat. One of his hands shot up from its spot on your rear, instead snaking into your hair and tugging. Your own hands were thrashing at his shirt, exploring his chest and fighting the fabric that separated the two of you. Jake’s dick twitched in his pants as your thumb grazed his nipple.

The back of your thigh hit the kitchen table as you continued to venture backward. Nearly losing your balance, you pulled on Jake’s shirt for support and a choked groan traveled from his lips and into yours. Suddenly, his hands were clenching the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling upward.

You raised your arms so that the fabric could come off over your head. Jake broke your kiss only long enough to remove the shirt, returning with even more fervor than when he’d kissed you the first time. You had to gasp for air when he finally migrated to your jaw, sucking and biting the skin.

“Jake, come on,” You pleaded breathlessly, “Please.”

Words were hard to form in your brain. You fumbled with the button of his pants fruitlessly and he jolted at the grazing contact.

“Dime lo que quieres,” he murmured. Tell me what you want.

You finally popped open the button, allowing his cock some breathing room. He sucked a hitched breath as you pressed your palm against his length, wrapping your fingers around the fabric covering it.

“I want you inside me.” You pleaded. Your other hand found its way to the back of his neck, squeezing lightly. “Fuck me, please.”

“Of course, cariño.”

Without warning, he grasped both of your arms at the shoulders, turning you around in one quick motion and pressing his back into you. The move stole the air from your lungs, so there was no sound of protest as he again latched onto your neck and curled two of his fingers underneath the band of your pants.

Jake hummed against your neck as his fingers brushed over your clit. You tried weakly to rut up into them, but your legs were pinned between him and the table. His hand ventured lower and your slick coated his fingers as he pressed curiously at your entrance.

“Hmm, so ready for me already,” he smiled against your skin. “Perfect.”

He turned your head to plant one last tender kiss on your lips before pushing you forward. You held out your arms to brace the impact of your chest and face into the tabletop, the wood ice-cold on your nipples even through the lace of your bra.

“Jake—” You gasped as he pulled your leggings down past your ass cheeks to your knees. He’s not usually this rough. Not that you were complaining, though. You relished the thought of him leaving marks and bruises up and down your body. “Honey, please.”

“Shh.” His voice was teasing and drunken as he again swiped his fingers through your slick. You heard shuffling behind you and your whole body shuddered as you felt his now-free cock poking against the skin of your ass. He was so painfully hard already, and you had just gotten started. Jake hardly took the time to prepare you with his fingers before he was pushing the tip into you.

A stifled cry erupted from your mouth as Jake pressed his hand to your shoulder, pushing you into the cold wood. His grip was tight enough to leave a bruise and maybe even break the skin if his nails touched the surface just right. You heard him groan from deep within his chest as he quickly bottomed out.

“Ah, God.” You choked on your own breath. He was pressing into you with nearly all of his strength. It was intense, primal and unhinged. It wasn’t a far cry from how Jake normally fucked you, but it wasn’t the same, either.

Heat and electricity bloomed inside your core as he set a deep, desperate pace. It took only an inch or two of shifting your weight for the tip of his dick to hit that spot with every heavy thrust. Whimpers and groans and little hitched breaths fell into your ears. You wished you could see him falling apart as he fucked you into the table.

You elected not to hold back your own sounds of pleasure as your orgasm began to slowly build. Part of you wanted to pick yourself up off of the wooden top, to feel the heat of his chest against your back and to snake your hand backwards into the thick mop of curls on his head. You couldn’t move, though, with his arm holding you firmly against the tabletop. Instead, all you could do was clench your fists around the table’s edge until your knuckles were white and press your ass backward into his hips.

“I want to be closer to you.” You murmured deliriously into the maple. He barely registered your voice. Not uttering a word, Jake moved his right hand over top of yours, lacing his fingers between your own and squeezing. His other arm didn’t move from your shoulder, but he loosened his grip considerably. Jake’s hips were beginning to falter in their pace.

You tensed around him and attempted to force your free hand between your stomach and the table. There was barely enough room for you to do so, the angle and pressure making your fingers sore almost immediately, but you didn’t care too much about that. You were chasing your own high, not blind to the physical warning that Jake was close to cumming.

With your fingers working rhythmically with Jake’s increasingly sloppy thrusts, the coil inside of you tightened quicker than it had been before. The combination of the fullness, the deepness of his thrusts and the contact of your hand, you were chasing your high at an unmatched pace. You felt your orgasm growing closer and closer and you allowed yourself to enjoy the unfettered whines and moans that were slipping from the man behind you.

His dick stilled as he reached his peak, and you frantically rubbed at your clit in an effort to cum at the same time as him. Rapidly clenching around him, you toppled over the edge as he spilled his load inside of you.

Electricity ran up and down your entire body, branching out like a lightning bolt and tensing your muscles against your will. A thousand stars bloomed in your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut, a whining groan escaping your lips.

Jake let out quiet pants as he gathered his breath. He dropped his arms as he backed away and you felt yourself becoming limp against the table, which was now slick with sweat. There was near-silence behind you. You took a moment to collect yourself, the roughness of his grasp and thrusts now settling into your bones.

“¿Hermosa?” His voice was small and almost meek. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great,” you breathed with a lazy, reassuring grin, “that was a lot more intense than I’m used to.”

He bent down to meet you at eye level as you still hadn’t moved from where you laid. You felt that if you tried to stand back up, your knees would buckle underneath you, so you continued to let the table support the upper half of your weight. Jake’s eyes were soft and pleading.

“I don’t know what got into me. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t.” Okay, that statement needed to be amended a bit. “I mean, maybe a little bit. It’s alright, though. I don’t really mind. I would have stopped you if you did anything I wasn’t okay with.”

“Are you sure?” He was worried. The idea brought a pain to your chest, but also the bubbly inclination to laugh. “You don’t need to spare my feelings. I want to know if I crossed a line or something. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“I’m okay, babe. I promise.” You reached out to him lazily and he took your hand in his. “I love you, alright? I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m fine. I need you to help me get to the shower, though. My legs feel like Jell-O.”

He smiled softly as he grabbed your waist, gingerly coaxing your torso upward and supporting your weight as you once again stood upright. Jake pulled your legging back up over your hips, allowing you to walk comfortably to the bathroom with his arms helping to hold you up.

“I don’t really like not being able to see your face.” You heard yourself mumble as he turned on the shower. He raised his eyebrow and shed his shirt as you unhooked your bra. “I like to watch you. You look pretty.”

His eyes were lidded so much that he almost couldn’t keep them open to look at you, and they crinkled shut as his face grew into a smile. A soft chuckle escaped Jake’s lips.

“Noted. I sure don’t mind looking at you, either. My beautiful princesa.”

You held the vanity for support as you shed your leggings and underwear. Jake held your hand for support as you stepped over the tub. The hot water stung at first, but it coaxed a warmth down to your bones that eased the ache of the soon-to-be bruises he had left on your skin. He stepped in behind you and pulled the curtain shut.

“You mind if I do this for you? I imagine your arms must be pretty sore.” Jake’s voice was almost a hum, the worry melting underneath the steam.

“Not at all. Just be gentle.” You were grateful for his offer. He began to lightly graze your skin with his palms, trailing from the tops of your shoulders down to your wrists, then snaking his hands across your torso. You sank into his touch, the ginger massage working perfectly in tandem with the hot water to relax your tense muscles.

That’s when your recognition of his different mood evolved into a suspicion that something was wrong. Jake’s hands explored your body a little too excitedly, still gentle as he had promised, but obviously suggestive. He reached up to cup your breasts, rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. His pupils were dilated and, against all logic and basic principles of anatomy, he was growing hard again. Quickly.

“Jake?” You were worried now. It wasn’t that Jake Lockley had a low sex drive by any means, but this was downright excessive. Plus, you were tired. And sore, and confused. He tried to kiss you again, but you pushed him away when his tongue ran across the inside of your mouth.

“What’s wrong?” He wasn’t in his right mind. He was delirious with lust, quite literally.

“We just got finished, why are you like this?” You gestured down to his dick, which was almost at a full erection again. “How are you like this?”

“I dunno,” he almost slurred the words, his hand tightening on your breast as the other one cupped your cheek. “You’re just so gorgeous. I can’t help myself.”

“Honey…” You didn’t know what to say. Hot coals seemed to sizzle in your lungs and the water suddenly burned against your skin. “This isn’t normal.”

His eyes widened a bit. You weren’t sure if Jake was even able to process your words. He looked drunk. Or high, or something else entirely. His face contorted in almost lazy concern.

“What does that mean?” He asked flatly, “Is there something wrong with me?”

“I don’t know. It’s like you took viagra or something.”

He snorted, dropping his hands from your skin. You could still feel his cum running down your leg, your body not angled quite right for the water to wash it away.

“I can assure you, I didn’t.”

“Then what else could it be?” A thought rammed itself into your brain as you uttered the question. You had heard of the legend of sex pollen, but the concept seemed too ridiculous to be true. What was the purpose of such a curse, anyway? But the pieces fit too perfectly. Jake had been the only one to touch that lamp, you hadn’t even come near it. Khonshu had been vague about the artifact, seemingly on purpose. Perhaps this was why. He didn’t want you backing out on the mission.

“I think you’re cursed.” He laughed, blowing off your idea. You grabbed his face in your hand. “I’m serious, think about it. There was that lamp, right? On the mission. I think it was cursed and you touched it. And now you have the curse.”

“What, a curse that just makes me all worked up?” He scoffed, “That’s stupid. Why would someone curse a lamp to make you horny? Besides, I think I can handle that.”

“Can you? We don’t know how long this will last, and you’re obviously not in your right mind. This doesn’t sound good, Jake.”

You let him think it over as you made quick work of finishing the shower. As you turned off the faucet, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, walking hastily out of the room.

“Where are you going?” You called to him.

“To verify your theory. You stay here.” He shut the door behind him, leaving you to dress yourself for bed in the bathroom alone. You heard frantic babbling from him through the door.

“Did you know about this?” He must be talking to Khonshu. You couldn’t see or hear the old bird. “You didn’t think to warn me not to touch the damn thing? The fuck is wrong with you, man? What else do you know? How long is it gonna last?”

You pulled your sleep shirt on over your head and exited the loo. Jake was on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands and an obvious tent still peaking up from the towel.

“What did Khonshu say?” You asked tentatively.

“I’m gonna kill him, I swear.” Jake groaned. “He said it should only last 24 hours. Only. Huh. How am I supposed to survive until then?”

“We’ll figure it out,” You assured him. “But we can’t do that again.”

He nodded defeatedly at your reference to him pounding you into the kitchen table. By now your body was adequately sore and sleep tugged at your eyes. You couldn’t have him manhandling you anymore, especially with the magical predisposition to chase his pleasure above yours. It wasn’t Jake’s fault that he couldn’t think straight, but it was your problem.

“Okay, babe,” you ponder aloud, “Why don’t you try to relax and I’ll take care of that for you. Then maybe you can calm down enough to go to bed.”

“You sure?” He asked shyly. “I don’t want you to feel obligated. I did this to myself, I guess.”

“Jake, I don’t feel like that. I want to help you, okay? Now take off the towel and try to relax. Lay down, baby.”

“Okay.” He nodded and pecked your cheek before you pressed him down into the mattress. He preemptively balled his hands into fists, grasping the sheets to steady himself as your fingers grazed his thigh. “Thank you.”

“Shh, relax.” You wanted to coax him further into the obvious care-free state that the curse had given him. You knew that before long this predicament would prove to be a hindrance more than just a spicy inconvenience for him, so you wanted him to let himself go as much as he could for now. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I don’t want you to hold back those pretty sounds. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? You just gotta relax.”

He nodded in understanding. His eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were balled up, but you watched as he deliberately relaxed most of the muscles in his body. His cock twitched as he released the tension in his thighs. Contentment crept onto his face and he exhaled shakily, his chest calming into an even rise and fall.

“Good boy.” You hummed. Planting kisses on his thighs, you brought your palm to cup his balls, the other hand grazing below his belly-button. He struggled to stay still in response to the contact, sweat beading on his forehead and neck. He looked so beautiful and desperate.

You squeezed delicately, drawing a deep and whining growl from his throat. He looked down at you pleadingly and you returned his gaze with reassurance and determination as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock.

He jolted slightly, but Jake successfully stopped himself from moving too much as you pressed your tongue flat against his head. You would normally grow aroused just from sucking him off, but there was enough worry in your gut to keep your vagina from having its fun. It was probably for the best, as your bruises were already going to be pitiful-looking come morning. You doubted you could get any pleasure from Jake right now without adding a few more.

You swirled your tongue on the underside of his dick as you pressed the pads of your fingers in circular motions on his sack. He continued to whimper underneath you, his fists abusing the sheets as he desperately, desperately tried to do as he was told and keep his legs and chest relaxed. You pulled off of him with a low pop.

“Doing so good, honey.” You assured him. His cheeks flushed pink as you wrapped your palm around the base of his cock and returned your mouth to the tip. His legs tremored.

“I’m trying to stay still.” He whined. Jake’s mind was having difficulty with logic and coolness. All that the curse allowed him to think of was desperation and heat and yearning. He was fighting a losing battle, trying not to move. His rational thoughts were underwater in his brain, held below the surface by a primal driving force with magical strength. “Dios mío, se siente tan bien.”

You removed your hand and hollowed your cheeks, sinking down as much as you could. His cock twitched in your mouth, bumping the back of your throat. Jake mewled and thrashed at the sheets. You had to hold his thighs down.

“Jesus—fuck!” He could hardly keep his composure as you swallowed around him. As good as your gag reflex was, he was a lot to take and you were too distracted to focus entirely. Your mind was more tuned to watching his movements. You wanted to see how well he could follow your directions and if the curse was in control of more than just his libido.

Pulling off halfway, you set a fairly quick pace that matched the movement of your hands. While you continued to massage his sack and bob your head, your other hand explored his hips and thighs, leaving goosebumps wherever it trailed. There were tears in Jake’s eyes—of pleasure or frustration, or both, you couldn’t tell. Regardless, he looked breathtaking, crying and whimpering and thrashing lazily at the covers of his bed.

Your brain wandered off as you continued your rhythm and periodically took him all the way into your throat. For a moment, you even forgot the predicament he was in. You forgot about the events leading up to now, and the consequences that would follow you into tomorrow. All that existed was the current moment. His cock filled your mouth perfectly and his desperate, pleading face blessed your eyes as much as his whines blessed your ears.

He jolted his hips forward, causing you to choke.

“S—sorry… close,” he muttered. Jake was having difficulty forming words, though his mind was entirely warped by the curse. “Baby, I’m close.”

You continued your movements, persisting until it was obvious that his body could no longer stay relaxed. Swallowing his load was a bit harder than you had anticipated, but you tried your hardest as the hot, white liquid spurted into your mouth. When you got the chance to open your eyes again, Jake looked absolutely wrecked. Luckily, he looked much too exhausted for another round.

“That better?” You asked him softly, getting up off of the floor to lay beside him on the bed. He nodded, entirely breathless. “Good. I’m gonna get you some boxers, okay?”

You headed over to the chest of drawers underneath the bedroom window. Grabbing a pair of patterned boxer-briefs, you returned to the bed where Jake hadn’t moved. His eyes were closed and his breath was even and calm.

“Honey?”

No response. You weren’t sure if he was asleep or just far off in the contentment of his own head. Tentatively, you ran the back of your hand up his chest and to his neck before cupping his chin.

“Time to go to bed, baby. Come on, make room for me.” He stirred a bit without opening his eyes, a tired look of protest contorting his face Jake used as little strength as possible to pull himself up on the bed and over to the side enough for you to slip beside him. “You gonna sleep on top of the covers?”

“Mmm.” He responded, again not moving. You tsked as you grabbed a throw blanket from underneath the bedside table and tossed it over his chest. For modesty, if nothing else. It wouldn’t surprise you if Khonshu liked to watch the boys while they slept.

Exhausted as all hell yourself, you passed through the apartment to quickly turn off all of the lights before crawling under the sheets beside him.

Almost instantly, you were asleep.

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