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[forsworned]

cw: religious themes, sexual themes, sacrilege, religious guilt, temptation, power dynamics, Kyle being a delicious temptation.

Penitent!Kyle is beaten, battered, and bruised seeking salvation when he has a terrible run-in with God’s Judgement. He’s the biggest talk around your small, docile, God-fearing town, caught stealing apples with pockets full with of hardtacks. He begs the Minister to let him go, he was running from his “demons”, he says. And that single-handedly saves him from losing his head. Poor, wretched soul, tortured by the voices in his head.

You spot him in the dim sanctuary, a lone figure at the witching hour, talking to the altar, begging for forgiveness in the form of penance. To be gentle, graceful, and the utmost serene. And you, the town beauty, who has been spying on him for the past half hour or so, step out. There’s a creak in the wooden floorboards that captures his attention. And then he sees you, face illuminated by the candle you carry with both hands. It casts a warm, angelic glow over your dulcet features, and his amber, dewy eyes team at the sight. An angel.

He curses himself for the lack of restraint his cock is practicing, but he holds himself still as you approach him. Hands interwoven on the prayer rail, kneeling before God, tears cascading down his smooth golden brown face—looking like an angel himself.

“You’re seeking salvation,” you take him in once more, heart thrumming like a hummingbird's wings in your rib cage. “I see your struggle, I can help guide you,” you murmur, each word a tender caress, “help you find the forgiveness you seek.”

God has heard him. The pathetic sinner he is, He has heard him.

“You’d do that for me?” His whisper is faint, but you hear him clearly in the still night.

You don’t even skip a beat, “Yes.”

And his honey eyes analyze your every move, from the beat you gentle place your pricket candleholder atop of the prayer bench to the way you gracefully glide to the ewer, pouring out holy water into the a bowl. His heart beats louder with every stride you take toward him and you stand tall, poised and maternally before him. Like Mother Mary in the flesh, the light cascades a heavenly glow upon your skin. It’s as if the voices in his head grow silent with every word you utter.

Your voice echoes along the church walls as you begin the ritual, he’s hardly paying attention to the declarations that fall from your mouth. Only imagining how your lips would look puckered around his twitching, rock hard length, “…and renew your soul, granting you the redemption you seek.”

The candlelight dances, outlining your visage, and his Adam’s apple bobs. He’s no longer obstinate in the path God creates for him. He is more than willing to embrace humility, show remorse, and let go of his pride. His eyes quiver, body spasming from the long hours he's spent in these four walls to subdue his demons, to strive for the quiet, serene life of man and wife, and to give up his incubus-like ways. The route to redemption lies right there in front of him, right between your bosom. So soft, so sweet, so willing to bring him to the light, coax him through your expressions of adoration toward the Lord.

“I accept.” He bows his head in acknowledgement, before you tip the bowl to have his sweet, supple lips touch the rim. His knees touch the wooden floor and he looks so sweet, so submissive and willing to give anything to have his sins wiped clean.

Your core throbs with heat, envisioning him hiking up your wool skirt to lap you up. But you allow him to drink, holding the bowl steady as he takes his first tentative sip, water dribbles down his chin and wets his breeches as he sups it up with a haste that makes the desire coil tight within your belly. It’s hard to ignore the large bulging between his thighs, the clamminess in his hands as he puts them over yours. He hears the sudden shudder in your breath, stumbling over as you lose your composure, water spilling into his lap, and apologizing profusely for your clumsiness.

His hardened length presses against his breeches and your innocent eyes broaden at the profane and luscious sight. You’re quick to pull on the discarded surplice that lies on the prie-dieu to blanket his sodden form. Temptation still lies heavy in the air, but you swiftly turn your back to him, rushing out of the chapel. Heart on your sleeve for the man that showed up on your town's doorstep for deliverance as you rush back to your home. You creep back through your window you leave ajar, un-wedging the fork and softly placing it on your nightstand as you catch your breath.

Fingers trembling at your sides with desire and adrenaline, and the memory of his hardened length outlined through the thin fabric of his breeches, tear stained bronzed cheeks, plump lips, woolen hair and taut chest that peeked through the loosened placket of his cotton shirt. And how can you forget his eyes? Eyes the color of golden, everlasting hearth, of polished amber in the first rays of dawn.

With clammy fingers, interlaced at the edge of your bed, you pray to God to let your provocations dissipate into the zephyr of the cool Autumn wind. Part of you doesn’t even want the enticement to leave you, to give into human nature. After all, man was weak.

This deserves a part two, yess???😇

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I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested.

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[forsworned]

part one

cw: onlyfans!simon, canon universe, cybersex, solo sex, being simon's good girl while he has some downtime, parasocial relationship???

author's note: and let me say this once to be clear, if you don't know how to ask for a part two properly without giving some sort of positive feedback and instead demand it from me you will get a verbal spanking from me and i will embarrass you, i do not care

Your breath catches as you gawk at your phone, rereading the message. The sensation of anxiety pricks at you causing you to perspire under your pits and the temple of your forehead.

The thought of him—TacticalHeat—or Ghost or whatever the hell his name is waiting on the other side, possibly stroking himself at the notion of you joining him on a private call sends a rush of arousal up your spine.

Ping!

TacticalHeat: You still there, lovie?

Oh, fuck. You card your fingers through your hair and let out a heavy exhale. It's awful timing really. Like getting caught with your pants down...literally.

Fingers sticky with lube and your own arousal, you stretch your limbs to open the drawer of your nightstand and pull out a wet wipe to clean off your hands and get a gander at the state of your appearance. It's slightly disheveled, but honestly? In a super sexy bedhead kind of way.

You wipe the corners of your eyes to remove the accumulated smudged mascara from your gruesome work day and let a sharp expire through your nose. Well, if you were going to do this, you'd at least look hot doing it.

You: Yeah, I'm here.

TacticalHeat: So what do you think, lovie...you up for it?

"Fuck!" You exclaim to yourself, not realizing that your dumbass forgot to reply to his original message. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment, tracing circles in the air as you try to unscramble your mind.

You: Now works...what do you have in mind?

The three dots appear almost instantly like he's waiting for your response with the same fiery intensity that has you gripping at your phone.

TacticalHeat: I'll send you a link. I wanna see you, too.

Ghost has invited you to a Zoom meeting.

Your heart pounds rapidly against your ribcage, and you feel the heat sidling to your cheeks. You hadn't expected this to escalate so quickly, to be pushed into the spotlight. And yet, the idea of him watching you is thrilling.

With trembling fingers, you adjust the lighting in your room and the camera on your phone to ensure you're getting the best quality. One last look in the mirror to smooth out your hair, and make sure your top reveals a little cleavage before you tap on the link, muddying your phone screen with oils on your finger.

Twiddling with the tripod that sits by the edge of your bed as the link loads, you clip on your phone and sit back while you wait to get accepted. He wastes no time getting you out of the waiting room and you watch as the screen shifts, and suddenly, there he is. Simon's half-lidded gaze fixates on you, his familiar skull-mask in place, but this time it's different. He's relaxed, clad in a black loose-fitted henley that outlines his taut physique, and he's manspreading in light-wash denim jeans, hands exposed and you're already aching at the sight. It's an intimate setting and the atmosphere shifts when he gets a real gander at you. His gravelly voice sends a frisson up your spine:

"There's my good girl," he purrs, and just like that you're hooked.

There's a moment where your heart drops to your ass, and you let out a little shaky breath before giving him a shy smile. His gaze doesn't waver. It's intense and focused as he drinks in every detail of your appearance. You're half wondering what he thinks of you and half focused on the hoarseness in his voice when he calls you 'good girl'. How the blood rushes to your face and your trepidation tingles on your skin.

"Hi," You finally muster up and you swear his dark eyes light up, or maybe it's the delusion that spikes into your prefrontal cortex. "I'm a bit, um, surprised that you wanted to chat like this."

His mask warps in the corner of where you assume his lips are indicating a smirk. "I like a bit of spontaneity," he says, leaning closer to the camera. "Besides I wanted to see how you would handle this."

You avert your gaze for a moment, feeling hot all over again. He notes how you suck in your bottom and how your dilated eyes flicker all over the screen, a subtle sign that your adrenaline is pumping. He wishes he could hear your heart beating through the screen.

Your fingers delicately trace over your collarbone, "what do you wanna see?" your voice drops to a sultry whisper.

His eyes darken and he takes a slow breath as fixates on you, taking in all your subtle gestures and the silkiness in your dulcet tone.

"Show me how you've missed me," he rasps. "show me what you've been doing while you've waited for me."

Christ, you want to melt into your mattress. You knew it was a playful gesture to create a more intimate atmosphere between you two, even if it wasn't true.

The challenge in his tone exhilarates you with a hint of collywobbles that infest your tummy. With a quick glance at your full-size mirror mounted on your closet door, you begin to tug at the strap of your skimpy top, teasingly revealing enough of your skin to keep him riveted.

And it works.

As you continue, you can hear the jingling of his belt being unbuckled and the sound of his zipper going down.

Your blown eyes are entranced by how he frees himself from the waistband of his briefs and you’re driveling over how the muscles under the porcelain skin of his cock twitches. He tilts his head back, transfixed on how you’re exposing your pebbled bud to him.

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, swallowing thickly as you squeeze your breasts between your fingers. “Every inch of you looks perfect, lovie.”

You practically fawn over his compliments. He’s praising you, watching you, getting off to you. And that feeling is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You feel liberated and exposed, knowing that he’s eagerly watching you as the lines blur. This feeling consumes you, consumes him, and soon you’re stripping off your panties and he doesn’t even bother to hide the groan that escapes his lips. 

“Look at you, absolutely stunning. Every bit of you…” His tone changes when you part your silken, glistening folds. “Touch yourself for me, lovie.”

It’s a demanding tone. One that sends a frisson up your spinal column and you feel the need to please, but there’s another side of you that awakens. The kind that crawls out when you’re being railroaded by a domineering man. 

“Say please,” You wave your wand around. 

He softly snorts at your attempt at trying to tame him, but he humors you, “Please, lovie. I crave ya.”

And that’s enough to inflate your ego. Your fingers switch on the vibrator and you tease it over your clit, bucking your hips at your sensitive clit. 

There’s a twitch in his eyes when they widen. Like the light in his head switched on. “So you’ve been playing with yourself, have you, pretty girl?” he coos, sitting up a bit more. Oh, you’ve really got his attention now. 

Your heart flutters at the same rate that your pussy does when you realize he takes note of your current over aroused state. “Maybe,” you give him a coquettish grin. 

As you take the initiative and push the boundaries with him, a rumbling growl emits from him. His gaze intensifies as they lock on yours with a mixture of surprise and approval. He loves a good brat.

“Is that so?” he susurrates, his tone oozes with amusement. He likes the way your pretty face glimmers with the excitement to satisfy him. “You wanna take control now, do you?”

He shifts in his seat. “Go on then, lovie.” he gestures to you, and oh how his dick creams at the sight of you shaking your legs on for, gasping at the vibrating sensation of your toy caressing your cunt. You’re really such a site for sore eyes.

“Such a pretty pussy,”he praises with a husky voice that makes your heart race. The saccharine moans that leave your lips as you spasms against the silicone while you instruct him to tug at himself. 

He obliges because how can he not when you’re looking so fucking luscious on the other side of the camera as you winsomely order him to smear the opulent precum that oozes from his angry, swollen tip. A little sob leaves your lips when you see how compliant he is, and how his chest shudders at your words and creamy cries of delight. 

“Just like that,” he encourages, pumping at himself and in an instant the tables turn, and you’re more than willing to let him take control. He pants at the sight of your parted, saliva-lacquered lips and lolled back eyes. “No one else gets to see you like this. Only me.”

And that sentence alone leaves you breathless. “Oh, you like that?” He chuckles, through his own labored breaths. The raw emotions in his voice makes it clear how much he’s affected by you, “God, you’re everything I want and more.”

And that does it for you because your orgasm rips through you like a hurricane and you feel your spine involuntarily arch in pleasure, peaked breasts splayed out as your pussy rapidly pulsates on full display for him. They bounce at your ragged breaths and throes of passion and he’s quick to follow, elongating the pleasure of your peak. His velvety, opulent cum spurts out in plentiful, white cords as he bucks his hips and throws his head back. His guttural moans are like music to your ears and you’re quaking at the pure rapture. 

There’s a long moment of silence as you both come down from your highs. A laugh leaves your lips, and a wry grin twitches at his features under his balaclava. You’re no longer dripping nerves. Your smile lights up the room, and his heart swells at the sight of your afterglow. Your confidence shines through and he’s still hard. Not a very common occurrence in the world of Ghost.

Your eyes flicker to his girthy cock and your grin spreads. His eyes follow yours and he chuckles and gently pumps himself, “not every day that happens.”

You cock a brow. “What the inviting me for a cybersex sesh, or the staying hard after cumming part?”

He barks out a hearty laugh, “Both I s’ppose.” he softly plashes. “Really got me goin’ there, lovie.”

And the nickname brings you back to life. Maybe you really were delirious because you can sense that his eyes display a different range of lingering emotions--persisting lust and a genuine admiration. You can’t help but to feel a little victorious as you watch him continue to stroke himself, even after the both of you reached your peak.

“Not everyday I meet someone who can keep up with me,” he rasps. He lets out a breath of satisfaction.

You tilt your head, a coy smile etches into your lips. “Guess I’m just full of surprises,” you reply softly. There’s that sensual confidence seeping into your tone and it shows on your body.

He chuckles. It’s low and alluring and it causes gooseberries to trail up your skin. “That you are, lovie,” he counters, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His voice makes you feel warm and gooey. “Could get used to this…to you.”

The implication hangs heavy in the air making his interest in you clear and undeniable. Your heart skips a beat as the heat between you simmers again. It’s no longer the deviancy alone that tips him off, it’s the fact that he’s brought out a different side of you.  

“Maybe next time,” your voice is low and tempting as your eyes motion to his still-engorged length. “you’ll let me show you how much more I can handle.”

His smirk widens under his mask, and his hunger for you multiplies. “Count on it.” he replies with the promise of fulfilling that request.

You both share a yearning moment. The spark between you is electrifying and certainly obvious. You decide to make the first move as you sit up to hover your sticky thumb over the end call button, “Good night, Ghost.”

He chews at the end of his cheek and his eyes crinkle signaling that he was smiling wide. “Good night, lovie.”

There’s no doubt in your mind that this won’t be the last time you’ll see each other like this.

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[forsworned]

JINX! YOU OWE ME SODA! ft.KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

Author's note: Because Kyle does not get enough love and I really wanted to write for him and the little interactions between the 141 :)

Tags(s): Sexual Content, Masturbation, AFAB!Reader, Brainrot convos amongst 141 men, Team Building and Banter w/141

It's breakfast time in the mess hall and Kyle is navigating to the usual spot that the 141 hangs out in. Clandestine, blue rusty bench right against the large panel windows, with a clear view of the crisp evergreens and wildflowers stretching out in the horizon. A peaceful outlook for a proper meal and some banter.

"Brekkie for a champ." Johnny winks up at him, noshing on his breakfast burrito.

Kyle chuckles as he takes his assigned-unassigned seat next to the friendly Scotsman and they start chatting about last night's fútbol game. It is followed by Simon sliding his tray, seating himself opposite Johnny with a quiet clatter as he attempts to slip his large body onto the bench. And then it's Price coming from behind him, jostling the skull-masked behemoth to scare him, but it's lost on Simon because he's just giving him an uninterested stare that causes the table to shake with laughter.

And you? You're sitting there from the outside, munching on your home fries with a pang of envy at their camaraderie. Never really having a taste of it as you sit alone most days unless you're on the go, rushing to a mission and you're sharing a ration bar with whatever squad they stick you in. But let's face it, no one really wants to be around you.

Jinx.

That was your nickname. Luckless, star-crossed with death, always skulking closely in your shadow.

Your reputation presided over you. Seven squads KIA, and you were the only one to survive them every single time.

So, it's no wonder you're a lone wolf in a mess hall full of lively, rowdy soldiers.

"Why don't we sit here?" A new recruit inquires to their Sergeant.

Their superior takes one glance at you before giving you a tight-lipped smile, "Actually, I just remembered Corporal Dunn (s/o to my mans) needs us back in his office, so let's just have lunch there, yeah?"

The rookie's wide, naive eyes peer over at you and they wordlessly nod at their CO and you don't even bother to see if they've glanced over their shoulders, whispering to one another about you.

"...seven...?!"

"Keep your voice down, soldier..."

"...sorry."

But somebody seems to have their sights set on you and your sharp, feline-like eyes are on the Sergeant tables away, tucked away into a corner and he can't help but jump a little as he's downing his morning brew.

And suddenly he's snorting it up and his teammates are throwing jests his way.

"Keep y'er coffee in y'er mouth, dammit!" Johnny bellows as he erupts into laughter, patting his back.

And there's something inaudible said by Kyle and you're studying the way his pretty, plump lips move.

"'s that Sergeant over there."

And suddenly four Brits are shamelessly turning your way and you're not tearing your gaze away from them as you're scoffing down your scrambled eggs.

"Heard she's lost seven squads, only one to make it out alive." Simon speaks in a nonchalant tone, popping a piece of celery into his mouth before his face contorts into something that resembles disgust.

A "Bloody hell, that's disgusting." is drowned out by the continued conversation between the three of them about your unfortunate rep.

"'s not the lass's fault." Price adds, leaning back a little to crack his spine. "Oh, yeah, tha's the stuff." A satisfied groan leaves his lips as he rests his elbows on the table, listening in on the little shred of gossip.

This time, it's between Johnny and Simon as Kyle zones them out and his honey eyes are training back on you. A frisson runs up his spinal column when he realizes your gaze never strayed. Like a cat, you're fixating on him, wagging your tail, not yet ready to strike just simply observing with a piquing interest.

And then the subject changes when Simon decides to make a jab at how Johnny's overgrown mohawk resembles a porcupine and he's chuckling to himself as the Scot gets riled up. Kyle thinks that one last glance won't hurt, but you're gone. Not even a trace of maybe some crumbs left from your English muffin. He's intrigued to say the least.

Kyle is spending his days in search of you. You're like an apparition that only gets spotted on odd days of the week at unsuspecting time frames, nestled snugly into unfrequented areas on base. He's trying hard to remember the way your hair looks, your lips, the curve of your nose but all that's burned into his memory is your pointed gaze burring holes into his vision.

He stays up late when he catches a glimpse of you in the armory as he's passing by it, in deep conversation with his Captain about how Koala bears do indeed have chlamydia. And he's backstepping to gaze through the window, but you're gone and he's starting to think that maybe you are a ghost.

How stealthy and lithe your body must have to be under that black, compression tee and those tight, tight tactical pants...

And he's fisting away at his dick, half frustrated and half aroused by the allure of your mystique. Little black cat, thumping her tail against the concrete with enigmatic, hypnotizing eyes that entrance him.

"Fuck!" And he's spilling all over his sheets, taut, heaving abdomen, and humiliatingly enough, right on his chin. He dabs at the cum that's dripping on his face and then gazes over the opulent arousal, before throwing his head back and groaning.

Why was you being such a quandary turning him into a fucking pillock?

"...Kyle...Kyle!" Price's hasty voice rips into his stupor, slinging him back into reality.

"Goddammit, Kyle, ya missed th' shot..." Price clicks his tongue, shaking his head under his gilly suit as he makes up for his mistake. "Are ya soft in’t head or summat?"

"No, sir." Kyle mumbles, embarrassed at the fact that his Captain is cleaning up after him.

"He's gey glaikit" Johnny pokes over the comms.

"English, MacTavish." Simon presses the Scotsman.

"He's fuckin' dazed." Johnny quips. "Fuckin' cunt."

And then there's a collective laughter amongst the four soldiers and Kyle can breathe again, the memory of you tossed into the backlogs of his mind as he's back in the fray.

But then it's 2am on the base, and he can't sleep so he's in the kitchen trying to whip up some Pinterest drink,

"Angel's milk?" He scrunches his brows at his phone screen as it casts a blue shadow over his flummoxed features.

He shrugs his shoulders as he squeezes the bottle of honey into the bottom of his mug, followed by a generous amount of milk, and then he pops it into the microwave for a minute and a half. He leans against the kitchen island and lets out a sharp exhale.

"You were supposed to add vanilla."

He practically feels his skeleton jump out of his skin at the voice, but he can't lie about the fact that he was more than elated to see who was standing beside him.

Hell's fuckin' bells, as Johnny would say.

She was standing beside him, arms crossed, hair in a cutesy haphazard manner, dark circles carved under your eyes, dressed in a little pink striped VS lounge set. And fuck, you smell so good. Like warm vanilla, candied almonds, and maybe coffee? It is difficult to say because he is too flustered by your abrupt appearance.

Your presence and how striking you were up close as you were far away, breathing, existing right next to him.

"Bloody hell, you scared the shite outta me." He swallows thickly, and for the first time, he sees the corners of your lips gracefully turning up into a smile. And oh man, it's making his dick twitch pretty violently in his blue-white tartan pajama bottoms.

"Did I?" Not bothering to hide the satisfaction in your voice nor your expression.

"Ya did, indeed."

And the tension is so palpable. His eyes are skimming over the exposed skin of your thighs, from the fresh baby pink manicure on your nails to your shiny, lacquered lips. You were a sight for sore eyes.

Thump, thump, thump.

He can practically hear your metaphorical tail thudding against the kitchen tiles right now.

The beeping of the microwave rips through the suspense and he pushes himself off the counter to retrieve his heated mug. Opening the utensil drawer to pull out a spoon to stir the little concoction, but his brows are raising when you reach over to squeeze two drops of vanilla extract into his drink.

"Tryna poison me, are ya?" He teases, peering over at you. You have a mischievous glint in your eye as you put the cap back on and carefully tuck it away into the cabinet for later use.

"Don't need to."

"Why's that?"

But you've already turned away, walking back to wherever you came from, hips swaying in your satin pajama shorts that outline every curve of your sweet body.

"Because you'd already be dead by now if it were up to me." You state over your shoulder and then you disappear into the abysmal hallway.

And then he's back in his room again, tightly coiling his hand around his slippery cock that's soaking with his own saliva and maybe a little bit of lube. Same shit, different night, though, this time he was blessed with an addition to his hyperactive imagination.

This time he's thinking about how you would look bouncing on his cock, smiling down at him with your hands around his neck. Pretty, shimmering lips parting as those sharp eyes drift to the back of your head and--

"Shiiiiiiiit."

He's shamelessly cumming all over the hardwood floor of his room, milking out his semen as it comes out in steady ropes and he is heaving. He feels how his cock is convulsing in his hand and he lets out a winded breath before tossing himself against his mattress with heavy eyelids. He goes to bed wondering how worn out he'd be if he ever got his hands on you.

"Oi, Johnny, how many bloody times d'ya need me to tell ya? Pick up y'r fuckin boxers after ya've had y'r shower, ya daft twat!" Simon's roaring echoed through the hallways of the base, shaking up the new recruits but just another day to passing soldiers who had been there for longer.

Price and Kyle merely observe the pair from the sofa in their living room as Johnny's form peeks out to an irate Simon who is standing in the doorway to the shared washroom. Johnny is nonchalantly drying off his mohawk that's now touching the nape of his neck as he peers at the rubber ducky boxers pinched between Simon's fingers.

"Why, ye get frightened over a pair o' kecks?" Johnny is totally poking the bear that is Simon 'Ghost' Riley, and Kyle and Price have to stifle their laughter. But truly this was better than reality TV, so they let it go on.

Simon merely blinks down at the impish grin on Johnny's face.

"You fuckin'..." Simon begins to say.

"No, you are fucking YOU ARE FUCKING!" Johnny boasts out and there is a twinkle in his eye and the two are at it.

"Fuck YOU BLOODY BASTARD BITCH!" Simon plays along as he starts shouting back at Johnny and that just riles him up like the giddy puppy he is, continuing the brainrotting bit. Add that to the laundry list of things that's already on the post-mission 141 routine.

And then there's a rapping at the door that cuts off the laughter and the ridiculous comedy skit that Johnny and Simon are playing out.

"I'll get it." Kyle volunteers getting up from the couch to peer through the peephole, but he feels a lump in his throat at the sight.

"What is it, Kyle?" Price asks in a hushed tone. He must've seen the way the Sergeant visibly stiffened.

"It's her." Kyle emphasizes in a way that lets on a little more than he's willing to admit.

"The lassie from the other day?" Johnny pipes up, suddenly very intrigued.

There's a chorused 'Shh!' at Johnny, who's baby blue eyes widen a bit as a small smile appears on his face.

"A'right, sheesh."

The room is quiet for a brief moment before Kyle just decides to bite the bullet and jingle the door open. And there you are, dressed monochrome as hell, like a second skin in your normal attire. Long-sleeve, slate-grey henley fitting snugly around your upper extremities while the black cargos are hugging tightly around your thighs, but is falling baggy below the knee.

He shifts his weight against the doorframe, supping up your every feature, pretending like he isn't falling apart on the inside at your mere presence.

"Can we help you?" He asks, coolly.

Smooth, Kyle. Smooth.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Actually, yes." You mimic the way he folds his arms across his chest before you take a deep breath.

"Laswell sent me over."

Price enters your line of sight, pressing his palm at the base of the casing, and peers down at you with a cocked brow.

"Laswell, you say?"

You shamelessly size up the Captain, not caring how your eyes are lingering a little longer than they should on him and his Sergeant. The pair cock an amused brow at your behavior before you shift on your other foot.

"Yeah, she said you could use my expertise, I suppose." You shrugged indifferently. Whether they choose to bring you on board wasn't really a huge concern of yours. By now, you were sure that they knew of your reputation, so if they took a chance on you right now, you'd be more than elated to join their elite task force even for just one mission. A huge part of you was itching to get back in the field, and honestly, you had a feeling that these men were a lot more resilient and capable of handling themselves enough to not get killed in the line of duty.

Price turns around to Johnny and Simon who approach from behind and they all share a look before peering down at you

"Let's get to work then, yeah?"

It is laborious work withholding himself from not jumping over the table and biting the flirty Scotsman's head off when he sees the way he was making you giggle. Using his boyish charm to woo you as he puts his arm around the back of the sofa to show you just how easy it is to hack into Russian portal sites to access any organized terrorist emails, threads, or private chats on any relevant intel they could muster up.

Making dirty hacker jokes like, "Ye got an access point fer me?"

To which Price shoots Johnny a knowing 'down boy' look and, of course, he just gives him a coy smile in response. It's infuriating.

So instead of simmering like a twat, he gets up to make himself a cup of coffee. And if it weren't for the smell of candied almonds and vanilla drowning into his senses, he would've never felt your presence standing beside him.

"Ya followin' me or are ya actually after a brew?" His eyes fall on you as he moves to lean against the counter and sip at his coffee.

"Make me one?" You ask with a reticent smile.

He swears he can feel the lump in his throat expanding as his pretty honey eyes flicker to you. He licks his dry lips before casting you a half grin and sets aside his mug. Kyle is a gentleman. He would never deny a lady's request. If the lady wants a coffee, then she will get a coffee.

He wordlessly prepares the machine once again, popping in the K-cup, letting it run until the mug is full and offers it to her. She sweetly thanks him and even her voice is enough to get a little rise out of him, but not long enough before he watches her hand the fucking brew to Johnny. Fingers tighten around the handle of the ceramic, but before it can crack a gloved skeleton hand reaches over his own and puts it down for him.

"Don' let tha' twat get to you." Simon's gruff voice cuts into the Sergeant's head. "He's jus' takin' a piss on ya."

They both glance over at the two who are back to being friendly, kicking their feet up before returning to their respective roles. But Johnny flickers his gaze to the hard stare he's feeling on him and gives them a cheeky wink and grin, toasting his mug to him before sipping at it. Kyle scowls at him.

"A Twat, he is."

The day of the mission is like any other day, but your scent is literally driving him into a maniacal state as he's adjusting the laces on his leather boots. This time it's reminiscent of musky prickly pears, and figs that are infused with your natural scent, and it's making him break a sweat.

But he snaps himself back into his domain. He spurns any invitation from you to sidetrack him when he's prepping. Humiliating himself in front of his Captain the last go around certainly exceeds the threshold of mortification he could handle. Add you into the mix and it's a recipe for disaster.

It was a simple enough objective. They were conducting a training exercise. A sweep and search to detect and disarm IEDs that were at a high risk to civilians inhabiting the south side of London without alarming the public. You were specifically instructed to wear concealed weapons, plain clothes, and a cigarette or two to blend in, but damn. Your ass looks so good in those low-rise jeans and the henley that's unbuttoned a little too far down...

Focus, Kyle.

"Mission like this is elementary for someone like you, innit?" Price breaks the silence, as he adjusts the gun in his holster. His brows raise at you as he chews on some cinnamon gum.

You playfully scoff, "Didn't make it this far to die on a simple sweep and search."

"Awe, don't look too doonfaced that ye haven't been sent on a real mission yet." Johnny ribs winking at you.

That earns a little chuckle from the gentlemen around you except for Simon. He's gazing out the window in a far-flung daze, and you bump your knee into him. His dark eyes flicker to you and he bumps your knee back in acknowledgement. Just black cat things.

Surprisingly that doesn't wrack Kyle's nerves. Instead, it just brings a smile to his face. Being aware of your status within the base made the small interactions you shared with them all the more charming. The skittish black cat in you began to emerge from the alleyway, hesitant to be petted but still willing to brush her tail against their calves.

Cute.

"Mate, if you take any longer, 'm gonna blow myself up for fun."

"Oh, feck off."

Playful banter is exchanged between Simon and Johnny, as they work in pairs to disarm the 'bombs' scattered throughout the city while remaining undercover. Thankfully, the five of you were out of earshot from any residents because you'd all have a field day with that one and something tells you that Price doesn't exactly have the patience for that kind of thing.

"Suprised you're not complaining." Kyle speaks up as he surveys you to cut the last wire to neutralize the threat. The grass is dewy, and there's a hum of cars passing on the slick streets as civilians shuffle past, huddled in coats.

"Nice work, [name]." Price praises, seeing that you completed your task. You cast a smile his way.

"Thanks, Cap."

And he's moving back to Johnny and Simon who are too preoccupied with one another to see that their Captain is a bit disgruntled with their lack of urgency.

"They're such knuckleheads." You chuckle to yourself.

Kyle glances over at the three who are now bickering over something that was now completely unrelated to the task. His smile grows.

"That they are."

"So, do I pass or what?" You stood up straight, glancing over at your Captain. He gives you a good-natured grin.

"Don't get too cocky now. It's still an op, y' know?"

You nod your head. He was right about that. It still was an active operation that could flip at any moment. Intrusive thoughts flood your mind and you feel frozen.

"Hey," You feel a grounding hand on your shoulder. You glance up to see Kyle warmly smiling down at you. "You'll be alright. We'll be alright."

Price feels pride wash over him as he looks at his Sergeant and then back at you as he folds his arms over his chest. "This isn't like any team you've ever been on before."

"I've heard the stories." You mimic your Captain's gesture. "barely hangin' off a heli and still managing to rush the enemy? Impressive."

"Upside down at that." Price claps Kyle's shoulder, causing him to become bashful at his Captain's words.

Your Captain averts his gaze to Johnny and Simon, who are on their last disarming. "Are you lot finished, yet?"

He goes on to berate the two who were taking a wee bit too long for his liking, leaving the both of you alone. Kyle awkwardly shifts his weight as he hovers his hand over his gun.

Your gaze is intense on him, not even bothering to pick up any conversation. He can practically see your tail twirling, feeling at ease with his presence while he feels himself gnawing away at his insides to say anything.

He takes a breath. "You're a lot calmer than I thought."

You shrug. "Well, when you've outlasted seven crews, what's eight?"

"Yeah, about that," You both pause for a moment, observing as a throng of pedestrians treks on the sidewalk just a few yards away, but they disappear behind the buildings unaware of your militant presence. "you wanna tell me why you're the only one who's made it out?"

You narrow your eyes at him. He is right to be suspicious, but you didn't feel like being scrutinized for the nth time. You were proven innocent in every situation, but something lingers in the back of your mind that makes you feel guilty every time. The memories of your missions have gone south, the sharp sting of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you dodge ricocheting bullets. But you shake the thoughts away. "Another time, maybe. Don't wanna jinx it, do we now?"

Kyle grins at that. His honey eyes fixate on you, searching your expression for anything that will give way to what you're really thinking.

Before either of you can say more, Price's voice cuts through the air. "Enough chit-chat. We've got one more to disarm and I want it done before anyone catches wind of what we're up to."

The tension between you dissolves as a new one accumulates in your shoulders as you refocus on the task and approach the final IED. You begin to feel the reality of the situation hit you when you realize everything could go insanely wrong. The public may be unaware, but the consequences of failure are all too real. Your consequences, your failure.

Price gestures for you to take the lead on this one, after all, you're the one he's really examining. You don't realize it, but he has full belief in your abilities. He's read your file and he knows damn well what you're capable of. You're under the scrutiny of your teammates, but one shoulder squeeze from your Cap gives you the morale boost to drop to one knee and begin your work.

Upon investigating the device, you realize it's like the other devices and you feel yourself relax a little. Kyle is at your side, and trepidation seeps into your fingers as they cruise over the wires.

"Blue or red?" he asks.

You don't even skip a beat. "Blue." you reply, trusting your instincts. "On my count."

Kyle readies himself with his wire cutters. "One. Two. Three."

You both carefully snip the wires, and for a moment it feels like the world stops. Your eyes watch as the device powers down, neutralizing the threat.

"That's it." you breathe out, feeling relief wash over you as allow your shoulders to relax.

Price steps forward, and claps you both on the back. "Good work, Wisp, both of you. Civvies are starting to get curious around here."

Wisp?

"Yeah, Wisp! Tha's a good one, Cap!" Johnny cheers, holding out his hands to give you a double high five. You giggle at the unexpected enthusiasm, but you high-five him back and intertwined your fingers together and he does a mini jig.

"Did a fine job." Simon politely nods, respecting your space, unlike his idiotic, cutesy counterpart.

Kyle clicks his tongue but is grinning otherwise at your success. The Scotsman can flirt all day with you, but he knows there is some brimming between you two. It was simply a game of cat and mouse at this point.

Wisp.

As you gather your gear, a lingering sense of impending doom still skulks in the back of your mind. You feel an itch under the skin where your past scars have healed over, but it's duller than usual. Pushing it to the back of your mind, you fall into step with Kyle feeling as though something has shifted in your dynamic with everyone.

In that crucial moment, Kyle trusted you. They all trusted you. It lingers in your mind, a question left unasked.

Kyle nudges, catching your gaze. His smile stretches beautifully across his face. "Guess we make a good team don't we, Wisp?"

Wisp.

You can't help but return the smile, feeling the butterflies settle in your stomach. You feel reborn. "Guess we do."

As you walk away from the site, blending back into the hustle and bustle of the city, you can't help but wonder what your next mission will bring. Whether the tension that is rising between Kyle and you will go unspoken. For now, you'll allow yourself to savor your victory. You've come out of it unscathed. They came out of it unscathed. As awful as it was, that's more than what you could ever say about your last teammates.

And as the rain falls softly around you, you feel like the hell you've endured is somehow worth it.

[12inchbrain]

Tom Hardy's MySpace pics

[staytrueblue]

[laughroditee]

I almost screamed when I saw that they were his MYSPACE PICS WHAT

[staytrueblue]

I had to scroll up and read it like 4 times cause I was like there is no way

[devil-in-hiding]

WHY IS HIS ARCH SO SLUTTY-

[staytrueblue]

THIGHS SPREAD AND EVERYTHING

[devil-in-hiding]

this is never gonna leave my mind-

it took years to master the arch

and Tom Hardy just looks like a pretty boy toy wtf-

[forsworned]

🗯️hush, don't think you've made it under my skin

pairing: exhusband!simon "ghost" riley x fem reader

cw: nsfw, like the wording is pretty filthy, cunnilingus,

: ̗̀➛ masterlist

You roll over in sleep, and the sound of a slight rustling outside your window is a bit alarming. You brush it off as a nocturnal critter in the night, but breath catches in your throat when you hear a louder noise that follows. Now, you're shooting up out of bed, your hand is over the handgun under your pillow as you slip out of bed. Your heart thuds out of your chest as your feet touch the cold hardwood floor, and make your way to the window.

Your gun brushes against the curtain to pull it back a bit and take a gander at your backyard. The night is still, and a breeze passes over, caressing the trees and their branches. But something darts in the corner of your visions and you're cocking your gun as you scan the area a second time. But it's quiet again, too quiet for your liking.

Just as you begin to reinforce the window, your home alarm blares deafeningly into your eardrums, but before you can even move it shuts off. And that makes your blood run cold.

There's a creaking on the floor below you. Your hands begin to tremble as you stealthily, leave your room, and tiptoe down the stairs, checking every corner as you do. The sound of your heart thudding against your chest is pumping loudly in your eardrums. There's movement in the kitchen and a...crunch? Like someone's crunching on chips?

You stand up from your crouched position, swiftly stepping out and positioning yourself behind the figure in an attempt to disarm them in the dark, but you're gently rectified. Your form is pressed between the counter and a familiar feeling burly body, your hands bound behind your back and the warm breath that tickles your neck makes you melt a little.

"Hey, lovie," he breathes out, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Goddammit, Simon." You grumble, not even bothering to wriggle out of his grip.

"Not bad." He sets your gun on the counter in front of you and you sigh. "If I were a second off, you'd have done me in."

"What are you doing here?"

He releases his grip on you and leans his back against the counter as he uses the hem of his sweater to pop the cap off his ale and takes a swig of it. He's nonchalant and unbothered by your building irritation.

"Jus' thought I'd pop by." He shrugs.

Your eye violently twitches. "Pop by? Simon, you scared the fucking bejeezus out of me! You can't just pop by whenever you feel like it! You're lucky that Isla is with her grandparents this weekend."

He can tell you're upset, fuming really, but he sighs instead of arguing with you. The one who got away, his beautiful ex-wife. He cups your chin with his rough hand and tilts it upward. "I know that."

Instinctively, your pussy throbs at his touch. One thing about Simon is that almost anything he did got you riled up.

He sees that little shimmer of sexual arousal in your eye and there's a smirk that forms, stretching the scar on his pale pink lips.

"What do you want?" You whisper.

"Was hungry." He smirks, popping a chip into his mouth and your brows scrunch in vexation. And that really gets him going.

You grit your teeth. "Hungry?" You sharply exhale. "I should gut you where you stand."

Simon picks up the bag of chips and throws another crisp in his mouth. "Like to see you try."

But then slowly, after analyzing him enough, you begin to realize what he's doing here. He's not drunk, no no. You'd have smelled the booze on him instantly. He just plain misses you.

A wolfish grin etches into your face as you fold your arms across your chin. "You miss me."

He stops noshing on the chips slowly and narrows his dark eyes at you. "So what?"

You blink, taken aback by his response and he's back to munching on the snack, your snack. "So what? You're in my freakin' house!"

"Well, I do pay for it." He gives you a blase eyebrow raise. You grab the chips out of his hand and carefully roll them up, clip them over and stuff them in the snack cabinet. "Whoa, there, dovie, relax." He puts his hands in the air, licking the salt off his lips.

"Get out." You turn to him with a disgruntled expression. He searches your eyes for a moment. You don't really mean it.

"You don't mean that." He steps closer to you, and you reflexively step back until your back hits the counter and he's entrapping you. His body towers over yours, overpowering you in every single way possible. His breath hotly fanning over your lips, as he dips his down to you.

You swallow thickly. "Yes, I do..."

"You dont." He sursurrates, cupping your cheek and slowly capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. Your brows furrow in desire and ambivalence. It's like you're fighting demons, wanting to give in to your throbbing pussy's needs, but wanting to shove him away and send him back to his apartment.

But you're quickly tossing that out of the window he just came in from and you grab his face, feeling the blonde scruff on his cheeks. He lifts you onto the counter, one hand grips your neck and hair, and the other slides up your thigh and under the waistband of your boyshorts. He shudders at the feeling of your sopping wet folds. "My God, [name]. So wet."

"Shut up." You mutter, and he grins down at you.

"With pleasure."

And then he's on his knees, peeling away at your undergarments and shoving his head between your succulent, plush thighs and to your weepy cunt taking you in as he pleases. A sharp exhale that melts into a creamy moan, escapes from your throat and man does that make that man ravenous. He's sloppily supping you up and licking up every drop of you like you're some nectar from the Heavens Above.

"Oh my God—!" You choke out before your orgasm rushes over you and you're arching your back, and bucking your hips into his mouth as you ride out your high. Of course, what's a little eating out without some overstimulation. You cry out against him and wriggle out of his vice-like grip, nearly smacking him to get off of you and he lets go of your clit with a loud pop. He's chuckling at you, pussy juices coating his cheeks, chin, and lips as he lovingly gazes up at your panting half-naked form.

"God, I hate you." You seethe, but there's really no malice in your tone and he knows that.

"No, you don't, dovie." He gets up and kisses the top of your forehead, grabbing the ale and makes his way toward the window he came in from.

"He-ey!" You blurt out, trying to to collect yourself from such a delicious orgasm. But he's already halfway out the window, and you're left standing there gawking at him. When he's fully outside, you feel like your body has gone rigid from shock as you watch him walk away.

"Wha—where are you going?" You call out. He turns around to you with a smirk.

"Don't worry'll be back."

And that's enough to make your cunt start dripping for more.

divider by: @cafekitsune

[kingmikoto]

𝙘-𝙘-𝙘-𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 ☆ 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙮𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙤

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: honestly it's been a minute and i just wanted to update this blog so heres a little chifuyu fluff :)

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): just fluff

Fiery leaves covered the trees and once grassy floor of the woods as you treaded on the pathway of your regular morning walk. Usually you were alone, but you had bumped into Chifuyu who somehow mistakenly ordered two hot chocolates. He was bundled up in a burnt orange puffer jacket with a cute pompom beanie to match. The tip of his nose and the apple of his cheeks were rosy from the cold air nipping at his skin, but he wore a endearing lopsided grin as he jubilantly handed you his supposed accidental second hot cocoa.

"It's freakin cold out here." He shivered as he took a sip of his drink.

"So, why are you out here then?" You promptly asked.

His eyes widened at the question and you had to bite the inside of your cheeks to prevent yourself from giggling.

Chifuyu's crush on you was so evident. Everyone knew about it and yet he seemed to be taking his time with asking you out. You lost track of how many times he had "attempted" to, but they had all failed. It's not that you didn't like Chifuyu back, you did. It was clear to group that you had expressed interest in him, but alas you were a traditional woman. You would never ask out a man. It was against your very nature. So, the never ending attempts of trying to ask you out and seemingly cute "one-sided" gestures had continued much to your friends dismay.

"I always walk this path at--" He peeked over at his watch. "--precisely 6:15 AM."

You giggled and shook your head as you headed over to a bench and took a seat. He sat beside you leaving a small space between the both of you. "I thought you were cold?"

Your eyes gestured to the unoccupied space. He quickly got the hint and scooted closer to you. His body heat had emanated from him making you feel cozy by his side.

"Better?"

"Much." He mumbled into the rim of cup before taking another long swig of it.

The sound of the leaves rustling filled the air as you watched the steam from your cup swirl and then disappear into the chilling atomsphere. How you had missed the fall. It was your favorite time of the year. Chifuyu smiled at the content expression on your face. There was nothing he loved seeing more than the adorable way the corners of your lips turned up and the excitement glimmering in your beautiful eyes.

"You're so pretty, [name]." It was hardly audible, but it was enough to make your cheeks feel warm.

"You're pretty, too, Chifuyu." Chifuyu immediately flustered at your swift reply. You thought he was pretty?! He had never been called pretty before...

"Th-thanks..." He shifts his cerulean blue gaze from yours before shyily taking another sip. You bit your lip and watched as his face contorted in embarrassment. You no longer thought the blush that was dashed across his cheeks was from just the cold.

"You know," He fidgeted with the zipper of his pockets. "I really only came out here to see you."

You sipped at your hot cocoa and raised your brows at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I mean," He scratched the back of his head and a sheepish grin made a way onto his cute face. He finally gathered the courage to gaze into your eyes and the look on his face had suddenly made your heart thump loudly against your chest. "I wanted to finally have the balls to ask you out."

You giggled at his choice in words. How very Chifuyu of him. "Yeah?"

He laughed. "Yeah."

"So?"

The expression on his face suddenly serious as he reached for your hand. The tips of his fingers were cold, but his palms were warm and little sweaty. "So, will you go out with me?"

"Hmm." You tapped your index finger onto your lips as you feigned pondering on his question. The look of determination was strong on his face as he fixed his gaze onto you. You finally meet his eyes and tenderly pecked his cheek. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks as your lips fell in contact with his skin. "Of course I will, Chifuyu. It's about time you asked me out!"

He chuckled as he touched the cheek you had kissed.

"I know, I'm kind of an idiot." You set your cup down beside you and snuggled into his form and he instantly wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Yeah, but now you're my idiot."

[hanakages-deactivated20240104]

current chibis i’ve done !

yes, they’re on my account @/tenkyuu_ame on instagram!

second image is @kingkyoujurou’s oc !!!!!!

i was wondering if i should open commissions for these, would you all be interested?

[kingmikoto]

THE CUTEST CHIBIS IN THE UNIVERSEI LOVEEEEEE

[kingmikoto]

𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 ☆ 𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: just something i wanted to write for no reason at all other than a sudden suya brainrot i had and wanted to indulge in,, indulging is always good,, also just a forewarning this is an au so it doesn't follow the context of the actual anime/manga

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): mentionings of violence, suggestive themes, gang au, f!reader gang leader au x mitsuya takashi

It finally happened. You, who were so careful, so cautious, so meticulous. You, who were always after everyone’s ass to be as thorough as possible and not get caught up in their half-ass habits when it comes to dire missions that led to mistakes only made in vain. You, who had told your comrade not to fucking smoke that damn cigarette because you knew it would be a dead give away in the eagle eyes of Toman. You, the infamous black cat of your gang, had ultimately gotten caught.

You had noticed how you were punctiliously bound by rope that could be done by someone who was skilled in the arts of shibari. Something that you knew much about. A light hanging from the ceiling that only partially lit the dark room leaving much to the imagination. You could maybe make out a few shadows that may have been figures, but seeing that they had been so still for the last half an hour they were probably inanimate objects. 

“How long are you just going to sit there and ponder?” You called out. It was only a guess. 

“Oh, you noticed?” The voice called back.

“I could probably hear you breathing from a mile away.” 

A cheshire grin played at your lips as the shadow emerged into the light. His soft lilac hair was illuminated around the crown of his head making him look like an angel sporting a halo. His features, albeit soft, were sharp in all the right places. You could barely make out the tattoo on his temple anymore for his hair had grown out making it look muddled in the meadow of lilac. 

Several other notable figures had followed suit. All characters you had recognized over the time that you had been in your gang that operated only in the shadows and left nearly nothing to the imagination. 

“And here I thought I was being discreet.”

“Just as discreet as your shibari ties.” You retorted.

He chuckled and smiled as he pulled a seat in front of you and sat down. “Actually, it’s kinbaku.”

You peered down at yourself once more, noticing how decorated the knots were in comparison to traditional shibari. 

“But, I’m glad someone finally appreciates the arts.” He continued as he sat up from his chair. His shirt lifted as he rose, revealing a shiny gun on his strap. 

“I’m quite familiar.” You watched as he slowly walked around you. The room was deafeningly silent and you felt as if you were suddenly putting on a show for a familiar audience. 

The sound of his gun slowly coming off his strap captured the attention of your ears.

“Beauty is art in itself.”

The muzzle slowly inched itself across the rope that was so tightly and decoratively bound to your body. 

“Kinbaku is artistic…” He came around behind you and crouched as he lifted the muzzle to the rope around your hips to where another knot met the top of your breast. “...Sensual…”

His gun was right up to your neck now. “...and sexual.”

Your heartbeat was quickening by the moment, but your eyes nor your lips never trembled as his warmth left you to stand boldly in front of you. His stature was perfect as he towered over you. The sadistic smile really never left his pretty lips that contrasted the tender gaze in his violaceous hues. 

“I see that you’re a man of culture.” Your eyes flicked to him. “And I suddenly find myself in your clutches at such a gruesome and inopportune time. How unlucky of me.”

A touch of sadness now met his gaze as tilted his head to the side. Locks of violet falling so delightfully in front of his face. 

“How unlucky of you, indeed.” He cocked his gun to your mouth and you hadn’t even flinched at his fatal gesture. He watched with dejection at his triumph. He had been trying for years now to uncover you and get rid of you, but his hatred turned to obsession. Obsession that you had completely mirrored his thoughst of you into. A femme fatale. One he knew he couldn’t ever tame.

“And unlucky for me, as well.” He urged his gun to press against your lips. 

You could only grin up at him as you opened your mouth to engulf the muzzle sloppily between your lips and not break eye contact for even just a moment. 

Fascination lit up in his eyes as everyone in the room visibly became disgruntled and enamored by your actions. You were met with chuckles and scoffs and suddenly his smile was back. 

He cocked his gun and lowered himself to your eye level as you felt his breath fan lightly against your eyelashes.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with, angel.” His voice was low and slow. The danger in his tone only enticed you.

He slowly removed the gun from your mouth and your smile only returned as he gently moved away the stray hairs from your face as with his muzzle.

“Oh, I think I do.”

He couldn’t help the way his groin just twitched between his legs as he glanced down at you. You who were in no position, only sat there smug as hell as if you had the upperhand in a room full of gang members.

His eyes narrowed at you and suddenly the light in his head went off, but it was too late. 

The window behind had shattered in an instant as several dark entities flooded into the room and the impact had sent your hair flying. Your grin was audacious, wide and toothy and your gazes never tore from one another. Instead, he sighed in defeat as he put his hands up and disarmed himself as you were untied and guns had been put to the heads of every person in the room. 

“Touche.” You heard the short blonde behind Mitsuya say. 

He was impressed as hell, while everyone else struggled to admit that they were, once again met with their match.

You pouted as you rubbed at your wrists. “That’s a shame. I thought they would be a little tight enough to leave marks. Now, I don’t have anything to remind myself of tonight.”

“[name], stop fooling around.” Your comrade, Benkei, who had gotten the both of you caught in the first place, grunted as he shoved your semi automatic into your strap.

You gave him a bitter look and he smiled apologetically at you, knowing he had been the cause of your dismay. 

“Come back and I’ll give you something to remember.” The lilac haired male replied to you with a complacent grin on his dreamy visage. 

You scoffed as you gathered your hair back into a ponytail and readjusted the straps on your blouse. “Maybe, I’ll take you up on that.”

You made your way to the window as your comrades began to file out silently like shadows that blended into the night. 

“But for now, I’ll have to bid you farewell.”

“A shame, really.” What had amazed you was that he had actually looked saddened by your fleeting presence. 

A small sorrow had somehow burrowed itself into your chest as you looked at him fondly.

You put a hand over your heart with the handgun that you had managed to confiscate from him like your members had done the same to the others. A small look of surprise had dissipated into amusement at the sudden realization.

“I’m giving you a reason to find me again.” You waved it into the air as you shoved it in your blouse.

“I don’t have any doubts that we’ll run into each other once more.” His tone was playful yet alluring. “Until we meet again.”

You clutched at your breast as you gave him one last longing look. It was odd how his eyes were already beginning to undress you as you stood there with all the power in the world, and yet he was overpowering you more and more as each second ticked away. The truth was, you were losing each bit of self control and it was straining every bit of your being to leave him so untouched.

“Until we meet again.”

The image of him never left your thoughts.

[kingmikoto]

𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 ☆ 𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙤

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: bc i love this man so damn much i just couldnt resist writing about him

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): suggestive?

As much as most people loathed the summer, Kakuchou loved it. He never minded getting kissed by the sun, and you were not the type to shy away from it either. While most girls would stay out of the rays of sunshine and wear long sleeves and long pants to avoid getting dark, you were sitting right beside him with a popsicle in hand, dark denim shorts and cropped tank top as you lapped up the dripping treat. 

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the way you were licking it from the bottom of the shaft—I mean base to the tip–I mean top. 

“Jeez.” He mumbled to himself as he finally cast away his shameless ogling.

He really hadn’t meant to gawk at you when you were absolutely tearing up that popsicle, but could you really blame him? You were just so damn cute and sexy all at once. How could he not admire you?

“What’s up?” You inquired as you looked up at him while your tongue was practically scoring the popsicle from the bottom all the way back up to the tip once again. 

His eyes only widened while his blush spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Luckily, his outgrown hair had covered his ears now, and the blush could easily be blamed from the scorching and unforgiving heatwave.

“N-nothin’” He mumbled, finally averting his gaze from yours. 

You raised a curious brow to him as you tried to gather the expression on his face that was completely flustered by now. 

“You sureeee?” You let the last word drag out in a playful tone which only further embarrassed the man. 

Now, you knew good and damn well the way Kakuchou had felt toward you, but you were not one to make the first move. You were an old fashioned kind of gal so you never chased after a man, but teasing Kakuchou was beginning to feel like your new favorite sport.

“Yes…” He replied quietly. The sound of buzzing cicadas filled the air as you sat back again and giggled to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” 

You shrugged and took a big bite of your popsicle as you hummed a tune to yourself. This slightly annoyed Kakuchou. He knew how playfully dismissive you could become when he wanted an answer and you outright refused to answer him with that impish yet cute smile that played on your pretty lips.

He sighed. “You’re annoying.” 

“Am I?” You replied as you tossed your popsicle stick in the trash bin beside you.

“You are.”

You watched as he began to gather his hair in a small ponytail. Your eyes went straight to his teeth that held a hair tie and how his lips parted. He was so effortlessly hot. 

“How’s that?” You put a hand on your as you gave him a playful smile. 

“You never say how you feel.” He finished wrapping his hair up as he got up from his spot and threw out the small wooden stick. 

You let out a scoff. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

“Huh?” He felt his cheeks getting warm again at your response. 

“You never say how you feel, Kakuchou.” You shoved your hands in your jean pockets as you kicked the pebble on the asphalt.

“I…” His voice trailed off for a moment as he stood in front of you not knowing how to retaliate. Kakuchou had a naturally shy nature around women. He never spoke too loud or try to gather their attention when he was around them and that made him even more attractive to them. 

In fact, he was practically a chick magnet. The scar that he wore jagged against his left eye was always a story to be told and women flocking around him to share their sympathies and pouty glossed lips as they asked to touch it. Of course, he was a modest man. He would politely decline with rosy tinted cheeks and an abashed expression. 

It drove you mad honestly. You hate the way he just allowed them to talk to him that way with their chests puffed out and their flirty tones. He was never really one to entertain them, but he wasn’t really one to just tell them to fuck off either.

“It’s not like you make it easy, [name].”

“Eh? I don’t? You let women talk you up all the time, but it’s not easy to talk to me?” You countered defensively. 

Stupid. 

You clamped your mouth shut as you watched his expression light up. His brow quirked in a lively manner and the grin on his lips made your heart drop to your ass. 

God, you really knew how to play your cards right, huh [name]?

“Are you jealous?”

You turned your body away from him as you began to make your way home on the path you two had taken to get there. 

“Hey!” He laughed as he tried to catch up to you, but you were already starting to break into a sprint. 

The air was beginning to get heavy as your mirth echoed through the woodsy area that led back to your home. Little droplets began to fall onto your face and you stopped for a moment as you stuck your palm out to the heavens above and looked up at the overcast sky.

Rain began to fall faster as you caught your breath and Kakuchou footsteps began to get closer as they slowed down. 

“Oh, it’s raining.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.” You replied sarcastically not bothering to turn around to face him. 

His warmth suddenly pressed against your back and his lips were floating above the shell of your ear. “Why won’t you look at me?”

Your whole body became rigid at his closeness. You had never experienced such nearness to Kakuchou other than a friendly sidehug or handshake. He never dared enter your space so unprovoked. Well, not not unprovoked. You had definitely exchanged words that pushed him to evoke this specific reaction. Not that you ever really expected it to come from him. 

Like you had mentioned before, there was a certain shyness about him that made you think that he would never really come around to confessing his feelings to you, yet here he was suddenly all mighty and in a position of “power”. 

“Because–”

“Because?” He pushed for an answer as he tucked the hair behind your ear. 

Your bodies were beginning to soak in the summer rain showers that you so desperately craved for. The coolness of the rain that split opened a crevice within the humidity and heat that shrouded the early July afternoon. 

“You’re making me nervous.” You admitted. It was the last thing you ever wanted to admit to him, but here you were doing just that. 

He paused for a moment taking in your words. “You make me nervous, too, [name].” 

An involuntary smile split across your lips at the initial mentioning of his long awaited confession. “Do tell.”

A nervous laughter emitted from his throat over the loud sound of the rain hitting the trees and the lush green grass. 

“I think it’s pretty obvious I’ve liked you for a long time, [name].”

“Is it?”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head as embraced you from behind, eliciting a shudder from his touch. 

“I think so.” His lips moved against the apple of your cheek, raising goosebumps along your skin. 

You felt warmth bloom into your cheeks and in the pit of your stomach. “Can you show me how much you like me?”

You felt his smile widen against your cheek as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek and bring your face to his own. His eyes were half lidded yet ludic as he gazed down at you tenderly. He brought his lips to yours in an overdue kiss. It felt electric. Never had a kiss made you feel so alive and giddy for more. He was gentle as he pressed his lips against yours and you melted into him.

Giggles and shy looks were thumbed between kisses until you couldn’t kiss each other any longer from how much you would break into fits of mirth and toothy grins. 

“Took you long enough.” You teased as you gazed up at him with rain soaked lashes. 

“I was waiting for the right moment.” 

You rolled your eyes as you stepped out of his embrace and began to make a run for it once again and he quickly followed behind. 

“Not again!” 

You laughed at him as you made your way down the pathway. “You couldn't even catch me if your life depended on it!”

Now that made him run full speed at you and that was enough to terrify you and send you full speed toward your place in a fit of giggles. His arms almost instantly engulfed you as you shrieked in his loving embrace. The feeling of warmth and comfort surging through your body once again as his tender lips met yours again. The cool rain dripped down your soaked clothed bodies and the apples of your cheeks as the softness of your body met his again and again and again. He was truly drunk by your touch. His indulgence in you would never end for as long as you would stay in his heavenly clutches.

[kingmikoto]

so can u do a hero hawks x villian reader but dabi is ur overprotective brother and just try to take it from there

dudddeee this is the thing i have no idea how to write for either of those characters yet ,, like i just started getting into mha so i would just not do them justice so im going to have to respectfully decline :/

[kingmikoto]

warnings(s): n$fw, fingering, f!oral (r)

mitsuya isn't particularly fond of scary movies. he usually grows bored of them especially if something that has become mainstream. although, japanese horror movies will have him absolutely shitting himself and sweating like a dog. but when you turned on insidious, you were very much into what you were watching. popcorn being shoved into your mouth and as you're on the edge of your seat.

his hand that was once on your thigh is slowly making its way under your shirt and tracing patterns over your bud that soon hardens upon contact. you're too busy to even notice though which annoys him enough for you to hear a small "tch" escape his lips. his forehead is now leaning against your right shoulder as his fingers roam your body and he is now fully squeezing your left breast in his hand.

a small sound escapes your lips and your breathing becomes a little more shallower, but your eyes are fighting to stay trained on the screen. his warm breath is fanning against your neck and soon his lips are replacing the area that he was breathing over. your attempt at trying to push him off you was to no avail. its no use you're already in his clutches and soon he’s making you pant and small moans escape your lips as he delves his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and your underwear and now against your sopping slit.

"i barely did anything." he whispers against the shell of your ear.

you could literally feel his shit eating grin against your skin.

"shut up." you whine as he starts to rub your clit.

you sigh in frustration as you knew mitsuya would get his way no matter what. his fingers dipping into your core as they explored the warm and snug cavern of your pussy.

"shit..." he breathes against your ear.

stupidly enough, you're still trying to fixate your vision on the film that's playing, but its beginning to become white noise when you notice that mitsuya is now on his knees in front of you.

your shorts are on the floor and he carefully peels off your panties and tosses them to the side.

"'suya i'm trying to--watch." you breath out when you feel his warm tongue against your clit. all intentions of indulging in a movie were tossed out the window that evening.

[kingmikoto]

Hello 👋 may I please request an Itachi x fem reader fic non massacre au please where the reader like gets badly injured from a mission and Itachi takes care of her 🥺

𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 ☆ 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙝𝙖

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: just 4 u <33333

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): flluff!!📮

"That hurts, Itachi."

You quietly sobbed as tears cascaded down your cheeks and dribbled down your chin, hitting the lush forest floor.

He remained silent as he bandaged your ankle that was probably broken by now. You two had been caught in a cross fire with dangerous convicts that had left the Hidden Leaf some years ago. You two were assigned to bring them in, but eliminate them if necessary. Unfortunately, they were a lot more quickwitted than you both had imagined and you both ended up scathed in the process.

Itachi not so much, but you, you were a hot mess. Usually, you were on the top of your game and one of the best Kunoichi in the Hidden Leaf, but you were totally off from the start and Itachi knew this mission was doomed from the moment he saw you this morning.

He couldn't blame you though. You were a person who was constantly surrounded by death, but you know what they say, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." And indeed that was true in your case, but after the death of the one of your close friends, you hadn't been the same since.

And he was aware of this, but despite him urging you not to come on this mission it was useless. Your mind was already made up and you were going. Well, all of your actions had been in vain, because not only had you not caught or eliminated your targets, but you were now stuck with a broken ankle and not so welcoming Itachi.

Obviously, he would be upset. He didn't care about the convicts that had remained free to roam, he cared about you. You, who was so careless about your own mental, emotional and physical well being. You threw caution to the wind and nearly got yourself killed today.

"Itachi?" You sniffled.

He hadn't noticed that he was mumbling to himself.

"'tachi..."

He gazed up at you with concerned and frustrated onyx eyes. His brows furrowed at you for a moment.

"You're so careless, [name]."

"I--" You opened your mouth to say something but he had caught you off.

"You don't care about your wellbeing and now look at you. You're left with this broken ankle that is practically rendering you useless." He shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh.

"I swear, sometimes, I don't know why I find myself caring for you so much. You would be such a frustrating wife..." He continued his mumbling as she finally finished up his handiwork.

You felt both elated and nervous as hell. Did he really just say "wife"?!

"Itachi..." You bit your lip as you struggled to get his attention.

"Itachi."

He peered up at you again and your gaze was flustered as hell as you felt your heart palpitate against your chest in joy.

"What is now, [name]? Can't you see that I'm trying to secure your ankle so that it doesn't heal incorrectly?" He huffed at you.

His eyes blinked several times as he readjusted his vision to look at you, causing him to flush red. "W-what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"

You pressed your lips together before you spoke. "You just said I'd be a 'frustrating wife.'"

A long paused and several astonished blinks later, Itachi was now inflamed to the ears. "I--I--I don't know what you're talking about."

"C'mon." You nudged him playfully and he did his best to ignore you.

"You suddenly don't want to wife me anymore?"

His down cast eyes raised to you and for a moment he just analyzed your face, before pulling at your cheek.

"Ow! Itachi!"

"You think you can just act like a brat all day and then tease me?" He scolded with cheeks still flushed red.

"You're hurting meeee." You whined as tearing fell down your face at an alarming rate.

He sighed and let go of your cheek and turned away from you as he crouched down. "Come on."

You rubbed your cheek that had been pulled raw by him and huffed. "Come on, what?"

He half turned to you and smiled. "Get on, already. We don't have all day. It's getting dark out."

You felt your lips tremble for a moment as you struggled not to sob like a baby and smile like an idiot. You silently held onto him and before you knew it, the trees had become a blur as Itachi expertly wizzed past them.

He heard you sniffle and you quickly covered your nose.

"Why are you crying, [name]?" He asked softly.

"Don't worry about it."

"Did I hurt your feelings?"

"No."

"Then what?"

You felt the tears cascade down your cheeks again.

"Because you're so good to me despite how shitty and reckless I am!" You wailed out into the forest. Your voice had echoed causing the birds that were perched in branches to fly away.

You heard Itachi softly chuckle under his breath.

"Don't make fun of me!"

"I'm not. You're just..." He held back on the words he was about to say.

"Just what?"

He shook his head at you with a grin that only grew.

"What?" You demanded.

"When you cry it's just so ugly that it's cute because, well, it's you. And everything you do is cute." He admitted.

You sat there bewildered at his words.

"Ugly?!"

"This is why I didn't want to say anything." He muttered to himself.

"What do you mean I'm ugly?!"

"I never said that." He felt a small vein above his brow start to protrude outward.

"You just--"

Suddenly he stopped sprinting and you were only a few feet away from the Hidden Leaf. The sun was just above the horizon as it slowly sunk in the city line.

You two remained silent as the apricot glow of the sun coated the both you.

"Do you see that?" He suddenly asked.

"What?" You replied still vexed at him.

He rotated his head to face you and gazed down at his cute face that you only dreamed of kissing. The corners of his lips lifted and the sparkle in his onyx eyes were chockful of amusement and sincerity.

"You're my sun, [name]. You make my days bright when I'm feeling low."

"That's so incredibly corny of you." You deadpanned and his face fell flat.

You burst out into a fit of giggles, watching how he had gotten embarrassed. You placed a chaste kiss to his cheek, leaving him speechless and rosy.

"Now we're even."

Your smile was taunting yet beautiful, and he could only be upset for you for so long. His frown quickly turned into a grin as he laughed along side you.

"Let's get you some medical attention." He said squeezing your left leg as he peered down at your bandaged foot.

You pouted down at it. "Will you stay with me?"

He gazed up at you before placing a kiss to your jaw, causing your heart to thrum against your chest.

"Always."

[kingmikoto]

𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖 ☆ 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙯𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: a recycled fic from nearly a year ago but enjoy

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): suggestive content💌

It had been one of hell of a long day for [name] and all she wanted to do was wind down with her lover who was also a convicted criminal on the run. So you could say it was kind of a forbidden love. Time seemed to slow down as she laid down in the empty bed of her hotel room she booked. She made sure to not leave any traces that someone could track back to either of them. Just then there was a light rap at the door. Five knocks to be exact. Deidara was always a fan of odd numbers.

[Name] jumped out of bed in excitement and looked through the peephole to see the blonde staring right back at her. He wasn't wearing his usually akatsuki clothing, well , duh. But [name] was excited to see him something other than his drab gang clothing and in something normal and comfortable. 

"Are you gonna let me in, hmm?"

Quckly, she unlocked the door and he slipped in. A smile on both their faces as he enveloped her in his arms and planted a longing kiss on her lips.

"I missed you." She breathed between kisses. His grasped on her waisted tightened as he held her against the wall, kissing her neck eliciting a quiet sigh.

"I missed you, too."

"But you didn't miss me Deidei? How cruel!"

The pair froze halting all actions completely. They knew that voice. That pesky little voice. They both rotated their heads to meet Tobi sitting on the chair adjacent from them. Chin in hand as he giggled at how utterly flabbergasted the two of them were. 

"W-what the hell are you doing here, Tobi?" Deidara's voice was threatening and low, but that didn't seem to faze Tobi the least bit.

"No Deidei," Tobi's voice dropped menacingly. "what are you doing here?"

It was in that moment that Tobi struck fear into Deidara's heart. His energy was so sinister and it was making Deidara and [name] involuntarily shake and nearly collapse to floor. But before Deidara could utter a word all hostility that ever seemed to make it from Tobi's tone and aura was gone. His gaze shifted to the terrified [name] who stood behind Deidara.

"She's quite pretty, Tobi wishes he could get a secret girlfriend, too!" And it was as if nothing had changed because Deidara was yelling and bonking Tobi on the head, trying to shoo him out. 

"Fine! Fine! I won't tell anyone! Just don't let her be a distraction!" Tobi whined, as he held his head crying like a child.

"You promise?" Deidara eyed him carefully as he raised his hand once more getting ready for another blow to Tobi's head.

"Yes! Yes! Promise!" And with that Deidara dismissed the orange masked ninja as he slipped out the window. His nerves still racking from how Tobi shook him and [nam] up so easily. Was he always the frightening? That powerful? Was he always concealing such immense bloodlust? Who was he...?

"Deidara." [Name] cooed getting his attention. He looked up to see her eyes watering still shaking from the earlier occurence. He held her tightly, her head in the crook of his as he rocked her back and forth. 

"Shh, it'll be okay. I'm here and that idiot will never harm you." Deidara  couldn't help but feel unease as ran his finger's through her hair. The feeling of being watched now in the back of his mind. He retracted slightly to close the window and the curtains. He took one last look outside making sure he didn't see or feel Tobi's presence.

"Are you gonna come to bed?" She patted the empty spot beside her and he smiled at her before joining her. His arms once again wrapped around her perfect body. Their worries seemed to melt away as they embraced each other, lips meshed and fingers tangled in hair. Deidara was gonna kick Tobi's ass and show him who's boss. Well, after his rendezvous with [Name] that is.

[kingmikoto]

˗ˏˋ𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙤'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ☆ 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙢 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 !! ˊˎ-

𝚔 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝

𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘

𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

more to come!!