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Ugh, my tits are fucking sore. I need John (Wick, Price or MacTavish) to hold them for me.My boobs are so swollen and they have absolutely caused my shoulders to hurt. They would rub them gently for me and help me keep warm.

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Imagine you are a photographer for a well known news company, nbc, cbc, bbc, otherwise. You were handpicked to go into a war zone by your manager, to photograph and journal an ongoing conflict in urzikstan. Nervousness abound, you get on that damn plane anyway despite desperate pleas to find someone else, someone with more experience. hell, youve not done anything impressive in your career yet. how're you supposed to survive an active warzone?

this question rattles in your head the whole plane ride, through the shuddering turbulence, the security checkpoints and busy streets. Some deal was struck with people high up, and you are to embed with a group led by Commander Farah Karim and the SAS 141.

The old heads at the office, the ones to document Iraq and Afghanistan back in the day, told you to bring three things;

caffeine pills, cigarettes and Kevlar.

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This isn’t the 141s first encounter with media, and instantly they can tell you are green as new spring. Nervous glances and body language, you still jump at the sound of gunfire and artillery. You even cover your ears when Helicopters fly low overhead and cough at the dust ups. Vest just a smidge too big, your helmet just a bit askew and gripping on that big old camera of yours like someone’s gonna try and take it away from you. You’re cute, they think. you're definitely going to die out here, they think. how the hell are you the reporter that's gonna be embedding with them? When you first meet to shake hands and exchange names, the biggest one looms over you.

“Stay out of our way and you wont get shot”

The CIA woman, Laswell has little to say outside of the regular talking points and media trained bullshit. You’ll report it anyway. You’re grateful to her for allowing your news agency this opportunity, thus, you the opportunity, not that being here doesn't scare you to death. You sense she does have your back though, when the grunts get rowdy she keeps them off your case with stern talking to’s. Part of you is feeling like your watching generation kill unfold in real life, complete with all the unsavouriness. you sneak some pics, and take some notes. As the platoon mobilizes, the rumble of old Humvee's and APCs accompanied by the chemical stench of burning gasoline, she hands you a wooden box. You shake it, hearing it rattle. She cringes at that a bit, and you understand why when you open it. cigars? “Use these only in special occasions” she says, with a secret smile. She only allows a rather plain photo of her in front of the canvas flap of a tent you aren't allowed into.

Farah is a fascinating woman, steadfast and straightforward, she lives for the freedom of her people. Always with her people too, her right hand with one leg at least. A sharp focus, true, deep running determination. A tried and true leader. She lets you take a photo of her and her right hand at golden hour. With the man standing guard in the background, she leans against a Humvee in the foreground, the burning cherry of the cigarette between her lips reflecting in her eyes like fire, Kalashnikov propped up on her hip. She lets you fire it too, as the evening goes on. Your shoulder is bruised for the next five days. She finds great humour in this.

You only get initials from the SAS men. You were warned they would be highly secretive, not like the grunts who love to talk. you don’t even get names, just ranks and nicknames, even the nicknames are pushing your luck. They laugh at you when you jump at every blast, genuine glee as they gladly take the cigarettes you have on hand as peace offerings and relax as if the bombs were simply no biggie. To them, they probably weren’t. Just another Tuesday. "how the hell did you end up out here? don't seem up to it" the one with the mohawk asks, leaning back as if he were in a beach chair at a warm, sunny resort. the way the smoke floated up through the air in the sunshine made it almost seem like he was. "i think my managers are trying to off me or something man" you exhale, voice shaky as more heavy gunfire makes you jump.

Before it all happened, just when they got the orders they were to head straight into a city held by the enemy, it surprised you a bit when the one Sargent seemed almost angry that your vest didn’t fit properly. he demanded tape to make it fit better. Applied it his damn self too, taping the vest up gruffly and patting it to make sure there was no spaces between the vest and your body. Now they lead you around the war zone by the scruff of your Kevlar, its like leap frog. one is manhandling you behind cover as you do your job taking pictures of the bombs and guns and bodies, before another directs you a whole different way. you cant help but feel glad for it though. the guidance through this new world is welcome. in a way, you relate to dante in that moment, these men, your virgil. lead me to the centre of hell itself, you think, snapping a picture of them riding the lightning of combat as if they never knew anything but. you imagine they will.

Does anything really prepare you for the smell of war? Is it covered in their training? Chemicals, fire and copper. Stench of bodies left to rot, dissolve in dark fluids under the hot sun. shit. ammonia. dust. Followed by the hours of driving, driving, driving. Sitting, sitting, sitting. Thinking. They don’t let you look at the bodies you pass on the roads too long, yanking you back from the windows. The SAS guys talk to you in exchange for their nicotine hits, over brown pouches of food. trivial shit, stories and banter mostly. In the low light of the evening, the skies dusky pink over the mountains, you scribble in your little journal, leaning against the metal door of the humvee. the first thing you write? MRE's suck.

Sargent G, “Gaz”, is strikingly handsome. You can’t help but let that be your first thought, after he yanks you behind cover and knocks you off balance. “Stay out of sight” he hisses. “Yes. Sorry” that was your first meeting. You meet again just minutes later, ducking together behind a concrete median. The dust in the air is making you sneeze, and he pats your back wordlessly. That’s when you hear more shots, and the sickening sound of a ceramic plate cracking, a man hollering in pain. Gaz wastes no time yelling for suppressing fire, running out into the open to drag this fallen… you can’t even call him a man, just a boy really, to safety. You tail him, photographing the fireman’s carry he sustains the whole way out of the hot zone. He does politely ask to see the photos you took once the man is being cared for by the corpsmen, his moans ebbing now with painkillers to ease him. Hours later and covered in dirt, exhausted, panting, downing water by the bottle he hand picks his favorite. “This one?” You ask, pointing to the screen on your camera. “Yeah. That one’s mint” he smiles brightly. A photo of him clouded in dust, the hot sun beating down as he carries his fellow to safety. Around him, you can see where bullets strike the dirt. The other soldiers blood seeps into his own uniform.

Sargent M, “soap”, the Scot, is the most chatty but that’s a low fucking bar to clear. you imagine he was once an extrovert and liken him to a buzzing fly, hovering with the constant request of bumming a cig. At one point during a particularly stressful, moonless night where the constant artillery fire rocks your core until you can’t stop trembling, you give up and just hand him a whole pack. he does grin at that. "bought yer-self a friend now, aye?" You lie prone, just feet apart in the arid grass, mere inches of micro terrain to protect you, and he whispers in the dark. You write by the low light of the distant fires, scribbling chicken scratch to keep up. Some call it soft balling, you call it finding the heart beating under the plate carrier. His gravelly Scottish lilt carries through the chill, you can see his breath as he talks. A man with no family ties back home and barely concealed anger at the treatment of the enemy to the civilians of urzikstan. Your blood boiled too, seeing the carnage, but it wasn’t your job to be angry, merely to witness. It wasn’t your job to criticize, make moral stances or suggestions. Your bosses probably sent you out here to be a propagandist anyway, the ethics of embedding a journalist have been in question since the early aughts. it was hard to say nothing, do nothing, but your job was to keep your fucking mouth shut and document. Document you did. Descriptions of true atrocities float into the dark and onto the page, your mind conjuring the images. A glimpse into the abyss. You take a picture of him there, lying on his side in the sand. These men don’t smile for photos, but he gives a thumbs up, your arm extended into the picture as you light his next cig of the night. Maybe you’d get one to smile for your camera someday.

You meet the lieutenant in the morning. You don’t get an initial. Sargent M tells you his nickname is “ghost”. The first thing he says to you is that if you try to take a picture of him, he will destroy your camera himself. You heed the warning and keep him out of your shots, much to your disappointment. Guys a fucking tank. He’s massive. He wears all black, now spattered brownish from dirt. He’s the only one who won’t accept your cigarette peace offerings. And the mask. No one will ever believe you, a guy running around a war zone in a fucking skull mask. he would be a fucking fantastic subject. But, you stay out of his way, and do your job. then there was a skirmish. hiding from the heavy gunfire in a fucking gravel ditch, the sustained stress over the last few weeks was eating you alive. Worse, your photos and notes today were turning out shit because of the tremors in your hands, throwing gas onto the stress wildfire consuming you whole. Your stress is making the others stressed, their stress is making yours worse, and you know its your fault which makes it all the more awful. caught in a Feedback loop. “Little army humour?” for a second, you blank. was he talking to you? too lost in your own head to notice he was right next to you. “Huh?” you breathe, barely the sound of bullets hitting the humvees, making you flinch. he hardly moves. “what do you call a soldier that survived mustard gas and pepper spray?” you raise an eyebrow. "a seasoned veteran" “that... was fuckin awful” you say, so why do you laugh anyway? why do you feel a bit better? "do you get used to it?" "used to what?" You pause, thinking a bit. "I know you get used to the chaos, clearly" you gesture vaguely at him. "but when?" he shrugs. "when you need to." you decide to respect his wishes not to be photographed.

The captain, you heard his call sign was bravo 6 on their radios that you probably weren't technically supposed to be listening to. Guys interesting. Has a developed a Pavlovian response to your presence, in which, he always ends up politely but gruffly asking for a cigar. Doesn’t do the caffeine pills like the sargents, drinks actual coffee. it tastes like a spurt of runny shit but its at least got a 90% chance of being actual coffee. This was about all you knew about the guy for a while because man dodged questions like matrix bullets. He was just as bad as Laswell. either stern silence or a media trained script recital. One time you bitterly joked that he could have been an actor in another life, he just hummed in the way that he always did. There is one thing you could get out of him though. A topic of conversation struck up as you jostled around in the back of the Humvee a few days back, bumping sweaty elbows with the smelly Sargent soap, ironic. “Who brought the Metallica CD?” You had questioned, more out of boredom than anything else. Listening to Nothing Else Matters play over the shitty, tinny, borderline antique and deeply abused radio felt like a disservice not only to the song but to music as an artform. There was a shine in his eye as he looked back at you from his seat in the front. That was your ticket in. That was weeks ago.

“I can’t answer that” he rumbles, breathing out smoke in the front seat. You pause between sips of your water. Still not answering all your questions, You’d gotten scant much out of him outside of trivial shit. He liked Metallica, and his favorite song was ONE. His favourite Gatorade was “the blue one”. which blue one? "the blue one". He did talk your ear off about the intricacies of cigars one morning over his absolute war crime to the taste buds coffee, but you were half in the bag from sleep deprivation alone and barely registered anything other than the fact that he was very much into the words he was saying. well, you understood why Mrs Laswell gave you those now. Creature comforts. They must be friends. You blow a raspberry, before slapping your thighs restlessly. You were running out of time, they had orders to head straight into a hot zone, casevac helicopters had been flying over all day. you needed distraction from the anxiety chewing up your gut. “Alright. I have a real heavy hitter now. Answer honestly” you leaned in, mustering the most serious face you could. He simply hummed.

“What are your thoughts on the snare drum in st anger?” You leaned back in victory as he finally cracked a smirk, you could see it in the way his beard quirked up. “To answer your question.” He says, after a breath to shove that smile back down. “I don’t think about the snare drum in st anger. Try my best to pretend that album never happened” You hum, acting as if you just asked a real hard ball question and taking fake notes, just scribbling. “Would you say it sounds more like hitting a trash can with a metal pipe, or a child getting nailed in the face with a PVC dodgeball?” The broken sound of a buried laugh signaled your victory, and you snapped your pic before he could strangle it back down. capturing the crinkle around his eyes, some teeth in the grin. he coughed and waved you away. “No, please, get rid of that one.” He pleaded. nah, you figured.

there was still time to snap some more, you think, taking a shaky breath.

Omegaverse ~ Task Force 141+ Alejandro, Rodolfo, König

Warnings: Mostly SFW with a dash of NSFW (MINORS BEGONE)

Author Notes: These are gonna be short and I apologize for it but YALL THE WRITING JUICE IS DRYING UP, so once again I'm sorry. These are also my own interpretations of these characters but feel free to add on top of them. I also wanna thank @l-lend and @kelpiesummer for helping me with these, your honor I love them both.

Before we begin I would like to go over some baseline stuff to this:

In Military pack dynamics there is a Lead Alpha and a Lead Beta, and if the Alpha isn't present it is the Beta’s duty to oversee the safety of the pack.

Apex Alphas do exist here but they only make up 10% of the population, and are often ridiculed due to them being able to control a vast majority of Alphas. They are also much stronger and much bigger than regular Alphas with much stronger instincts. In modern society it's often damning should one be born an Apex because they often have to wear muzzles in public because of their unpredictability.

An Apex’s muzzle is only taken off when they are alone, mated, or receive immunity by extended military service to prove they are not a danger to anyone.

To add on about an Apex, their Ruts become stronger the longer they don't relieve built up tension over time. It has even been recorded that Apexes with no outlet have often become feral and cannot be helped out of a feral state. All Apexes MUST have a physical outlet to reduce built up tension.

All dynamics are able to become Feral, and in this universe there is not enough data to help an individual out of said feral state and will have to be sent to a designated center for proper care.

Apexes, Alphas, and Omegas are able to control themselves decently should a Rut or Heat arrive. Should one help out with these times, consent must be given beforehand and with a trusted individual. Not everyone here is driven to wackiness because of hormones

In the Military, there are often teams that are used for Ruts and Heats of all calibers, they are made up of trained Betas and are the only ones allowed to handle single Apex, Alpha, and Omega dynamics who are in a Heat or Rut.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon I feel like would be an Alpha, simply because of his size and his ability to lead soldiers like a well oiled machine. He didn't start feeding into his alpha nature until he joined the Royal Army after the attacks on 9/11, mostly because his father would punish him and his family should anyone try to stand up to him. Once Simon completed his training he shows his father what a true Alpha is and acts like, and ends up kicking him out of the house before assuming the role as the protector of his family.

After losing his family and “Simon Riley” being now pronounced dead he started to hide his true nature and his scent. While his scent is practically nonexistent it didn't stop him from the commanding and somewhat protective nature of his inner Alpha. In the Ghost’s mind, no scent and repressing that inner Alpha, is the best way to begin a nonexistent life; to become nothing more but a living shadow.

In a Rut:

To describe Simon in a rut would be a very self protective Alpha, not wanting anyone with a 5 mile radius near him to ensure no one discovers his identity. And in order to safeguard that fact he ends up going to a secluded safehouse far from base to ensure not a single person can find him in such a vulnerable state. During this time he does believe it's better for him to be alone as the worry of losing himself after being pent up for so long could only cause him more trouble on top of someone finding out Simon Riley isn't as dead as they claim.

But to say he's a virgin would be a complete lie, he’s been with omegas before and many were in heat so he understands a little about omegas but nothing really outside a heat. With that being said he often craves an omega during his ruts, but after becoming the Ghost he doesn't actively seek them anymore. But if he did have an omega (maybe even you) helping him out he would definitely be very dominant, constantly on lookout after having sated both his needs and whoever is helping him. If you're close with him, he begins to show a more doting characteristic that he claims isn't there such as getting you what snack you're craving or bringing in more blankets for your heat nest.

John “Soap” MacTavish 

Now this Scott probably doesn't strike you as an Alpha, but I assure you he is 100% Alpha blood though and through. Johnny is definitely a more playful alpha compared to the rest of his team but that doesn't stop him from trying to get them to loosen up and have fun. He's even been told many didn't think he was an Alpha at their first introduction, with his fun and very caring personality he's been more mistaken as an Omega rather than an Alpha.

But that never once hurt his feelings, and has even offered to show he’s the real deal if you catch my drift. It also means he loves to show off to whoever might be watching whether they are Male, Female, Omega, Alpha, or even a Beta. His only hard NO would be an Apex of any gender, he may not have met any but there is definitely a stereotype amongst Apexes.

In a Rut:

Before anyone starts to make assumptions that he's pretty dominant in bed and during a rut that's only a half truth. While yes his body is telling him to dominate during that time he isn't fully into it, he is actually more of a switch and can be pretty needy during this time. He wants to cuddle about 90% of the time because the skin on skin helps bring his brain back to a safe place where hormones don't dictate his every move.

Johnny definitely isn't a virgin and has actually had many partners of all second genders besides apexes in his bed at least once. He can definitely say he knows his way around anybody that decides to help him in a rut but once he's sated it's straight pampering for his partner. Once you get to know him better he actually wants to play fight with you more after you're both satiated for a bit, Johnny claims it's to help build a bond between the two for you.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Before anyone yells at me for making Gaz a Beta hear me out. In a pack like Task Force 141 there needs to be a Lead Alpha and a Lead Beta that takes up for the Lead Alpha should they not be present in a situation. But our sweet Kyle definitely is the voice of reason between the original four, should the Alpha’s hormones and instincts cloud one's judgment Kyle would help set the record straight and see both sides to the coin. He’s definitely the more laid back one of the group but he can get a little wild should he need to, I mean the guy was hanging upside down under a helicopter while going down an active highway.

While he might be the more laid back one, that doesn't exactly mean he isn't a little trickster. He likes to rile Soap up before he gets told to stop which often leads to someone getting sent to the medbay, while he does mess with Ghost and Price he doesn't take it too far because not only are they Alphas they also happen to be higher in the chain of command. Kyle has stated before that it's just easier to pick on Johnny because they are both the same rank, and that Soap is the one who actually wants to up the intensity or stakes to whatever they are doing.

I'm just gonna add this in on this part to say since Betas don’t have Heats or Ruts I won't have a Rut part for Gaz. But that doesn't mean that this man doesn't get any. To anyone who has ever met him, they can say he’s super helpful during those times and has even offered to help should they need it. But that is only to a select few, he mostly just makes sure you don't die from starvation or dehydration and will even run messages and updates back and forth on whatever you want to know or need during that time.

John Price

Our captain in tight fitting camo is not just an Alpha he's The Alpha of Task Force 141, his presence is calm yet demanding attention from anyone who crosses his path. That being said, he isn't one to outright snap at anyone who gets on his nerves, but rather lets them make a fool of themselves. He will only ever step in if his team or his own safety starts being questioned around an individual or in a certain area. He is always aware of everyone under his charge and does the best he can to ensure they all make it back home safe, although they aren't scratch less sometimes but alive nonetheless.

While John is a leader and an officer he makes sure he has an end time to the mountains of paperwork on his desk. Should he have someone at home waiting for him, he makes sure to keep them updated on his whereabouts but once he's in the security of his own four walls his top priority is only them. John has been known to go off the radar sometimes while at home, but it's mostly because when he's home he doesn't want work knocking at his door when he's got other priorities. Overall this man is sweet as he can be, in his own rough way, and all he ever really wants to do is just love and pamper his mate like it might be the last time.

In a Rut:

Right off the bat he tells you he might be a bit much during this time of the year, but it's much more different than what you'd expect from an Alpha of his standing. While most of the time he's peachy with being the dominant one in bed, if the Rut is strong and he just came home all he wants is for you to take control. He will mostly complain that it's because he's “Getting old as crap” but you set that aside and simply say it's ok to let someone else take control. John just wants to be pampered in his Ruts mostly because every other time he has to be taking care of someone else.

Now if he goes into Rut while he's on extended leave and has the energy of a young buck, better buckle up then honey cause you're just gonna have to ride it out. The easiest way to say what he is in bed would be a switch but personally it isn't that simple. Personally I do believe that John can be dominant but with his line of work and his responsibilities it takes it out of him even with a rut, he wants to be dominant but simply put the man is tired most of the time. So in order to make up for it he is very caring of his partner, he wants to provide and protect his partner. John is by far one of the sweetest Alphas out there but don't tell anyone that, he has a reputation to uphold back on base.

Alejandro Vargas

This FINE Latino man is without a doubt an Alpha, with his ability to be both cunning and devious in his line of work he can make sure the job is done. While he might be unforgiving to his enemies, anyone that is a previous lover or his mate can say that he is a hopeless romantic. He showers and pampers his lovers with anything they could ever desire, Alex wants to show that he is a perfect caregiver and provider to their needs.

While he might not be a stereotypical Alpha, he can still effectively protect his mate and his pack should some catch the wrong side of him. He’s a protector and has even said that he “Will fight to his very last breath as long as it means you are all protected in the end.'' With that it's easy to say Alejandro is a very selfless person to those he trusts and will ensure all are properly protected and provided for should they come under his protection and care as the Lead Alpha.

In a Rut:

Imma say it now, Alejandro actually feeds into that inner Alpha during this time. He wants to release all that built up tension into the form of rough sex should anyone help him out. He only ever has someone with him if he knows it's bad and has no mate or anyone special, but if he does have a mate they are gonna be covered in bruises and love bites and probably bred after it. Also without a doubt he's bound to become more aggressive than normal, but again he is simply acting on instincts. However that aggression will never be used against you that could potentially hurt you.

Maybe after a few rounds Alejandro does feel like he's able enough to check on his partner, he goes to town should they need aftercare, snacks, or a shower. He kisses on deep bruises he's left along your skin, helps wash your hair and body, even makes sure you're properly fed even if he's the one who is in Rut.

Rodolfo Parra

Once again please no one yell at me for this decision, but I do feel like Rudy would also be a Beta as he works closely with Colonel Vargas as his second in command. After growing up with Alejandro, they both decided to stay together after their basic training and fight for justice in Las Almas. Wherever you see Alejandro, Rodolfo is never far behind updating the Lead Alpha should news come up over the radios from their team.

Rudy is also more alongside the more nurturing nature, he wants his team safe and will do anything to protect them. His team is his Pack and without them Rudy has nothing left, that being said he tries to improve whatever he can as the Lead Beta for Los Vaqueros. I can also say without a doubt Rudy is also the most loving person to whoever is his mate, but this isn't one sided as he also wants all the love and adoration from his mate just as much. He is a lover by nature but he also wants to be bathed and be told that he is doing a good job and a lover and a mate.

And while again Rudy may be a Beta and doesn't have a Rut it doesn't mean he is inexperienced, He chooses to wait and is actually very selective of potential partners that he shares such intimate moments with. But if you ask Alejandro he can tell you Rudy has had some drunken one night stands that makes the Beta beat red at just their mentioning.

König

Our lorge Austrian man here is one of the lesser known dynamics that makes up only 10% of the world's population; An Apex. Truly it's no surprise that this man right here would be anything less, but in König’s personal opinion it's nothing but a curse. Ever since he presented he was mocked and shamed for his second gender, it was much worse when the government sent his family a muzzle for him to wear in public. It was nothing short of humiliating, it even was something else for him to be bullied for. The bullying was also the reason why  König has deep scars around his face from the muzzle digging in, some of them because his bullies often pulled on the straps to where it was too tight.

Over the years König became more and more anxious around others, there were very limited times the large man would go out into public because he knew people would turn him away simply for his second gender. And due to the large amount of prejudice it was hard to find both a pack and a mate that would accept him, that was until you barreled into his life (literally) that he felt like someone would love him. He's a very caring Apex that goes above and beyond for his mate, there were often times he would stay on his knees and would hardly make eye contact with you. His worst fear is you realizing you don't want an Apex as a mate and leaving, he honestly thinks his heart would stop beating if you did.

In a Rut:

Now this is where he really fears himself most of all. His ruts were strong and they only continued to grow the longer he kept denying himself release with someone else. But when he was assigned to KorTac they allowed him an alternative way to help him during ruts, by sending him on solo operations to let loose on the supposed targets. But again all this was before you showed up.

After you started to share Ruts and Heats together you realized that an Apex was really just a bigger Alpha, and one who wanted nothing more to provide for you. Now while I love König being an absolute sweetheart, that's not how he is during a Rut. König is demanding and can often be rough the first few times but it's only because he never had someone to spend it with, he does end up becoming much softer and sweeter after a while. You thought König was a big soft boi during this time for your first few couplings, nope his brain is empty besides the words Mate, Breed, and Protect for an entire week (good luck walking after that). And if anyone thinks otherwise y'all meet me in the Burger King parking lot at midnight.

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You'd always been a little shy when it came to sex, understandably so considering that your boyfriend was a real life Adonis, some kind of cruelly beautiful deity come to taunt you for your prudishness. Obviously, you and Simon had done it, you'd fucked countless times when he came back from deployments or frustrated from debriefings gone bad, but it was always, for lack of a better word, tame. You'd always assumed, given his past, that he wouldn't be down to have sex, period. The beginning of your relationship was a minefield of navigating boundaries and understanding the complexity of the beautiful man you got to share your bed with. What you foolishly failed to recognise, however, is that whist you subconsciously saw Simon as wounded, he saw your fragility as clear as day, like a ripple under the surface of clear water.

He'd aways been so impossibly gentle with you, even when you'd wanted things differently, too afraid to ask him and send Simon spiralling back into that dark place he'd only recently been pulled from.

"Want you to fuck my face." Simon's deadpan voice snaps you from your reverie, brings you back to where you lay sprawled and waiting in the centre of your shared bed.

"I'm sorry?" You barely manage to splutter, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at where he sits patiently between your knees, not even needing to look down to your panties to know that your cunt is already dripping.

"Fuck, love." The sound of his exasperated sigh makes you feel like you've done something wrong, but the almost pained crinkle of his eyes confuses you. "You need me to spell it out? I'd like you to sit on my face and let me eat you out." Simon's words make you choke, jaw hanging agape as you process the fact that not only is he willing to take such a step in your sexual relationship, but also that he's so seemingly comfortable with the idea of you essentially fucking his face. Sure, he's eaten you out before, but never in such a compromising way. "Are you -" A soft kiss being placed to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh is enough to silence you as you look down at Simon practically grovelling between your legs.

"If you don't want to, you can say no, baby." "It's not that I don't want to. I just don't want to - fuck." You huff, slumping back against the mattress with a sigh as you struggle to find the words you need to express the way you feel. "You don't want to fuck?" He smirks wickedly at you, one hand still cradling your outer thigh as he presses his cheek to the warm skin, trying to lighten the mood. Ease you up a bit. "Simon." "Tell me what you're thinking. I'll make it make sense." God he's always so unbearably patient. It almost has you in tears.

"I just - I'm not so confident with stuff like that, you know? I mean it took us six months of having sex for me to even feel comfortable enough to ride you. Now you want me to sit on your face?"

Simon's eyes soften at your reasoning, and he practically drags himself up the bed until he's face to face with you, propping himself up on his elbows to stare down at your face, so beautifully flushed and bashful.

"If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but I need you to know, that I look at you and get hard okay? You're the most beautiful thing I've seen. Ever. If I died by being suffocated between your legs? Fuckin' kill me already, yeah?"

His words have you giggling softly as you play with his hair, distracting yourself from the burning arousal in the pit of your tummy.

"Okay." You nod, slowly, meeting his eye to make sure that he sees you're serious. "You don't have to say yes if you're not sure." "I'm sure, but can we go slow?" "Of course, baby. We can do whatever you feel comfortable with."

It doesn't take long for you to be sat nervously on Simon's hips, clothes piled on the floor, discarded in order for you to sit naked atop him, bottom lip pulled nervously between your teeth. "Do I just -" You point awkwardly between the general vicinity of your cunt to Simon's face, heart fluttering when you catch the way he gazes up at you like some sort of statue, some masterpiece. "Mhm." He nods slowly, pupils blown impossibly wide, the chocolate of his gaze turning almost entirely black. You feel his massive palms take your hips, guiding you up to your knees before settling your slick cunt just over his face.

"Sit." He grunts when he doesn't immediately feel the press of you against his mouth, his nose barely touching your puffy clit. "What if I hurt you?" "I'll let you know. Now, sit." Before you know it, his fingers are digging into your hips, leaving you gasping at the suddenly overwhelming sensation of his entire lower face stuffed against your pussy.

"Holy sh-" You whine, already beginning to roll your hips in search of stimulation, all whilst Simon gives a contented hum which rumbles through you and has you clenching around nothing. His hands guide your hips in their rhythm as his tongue licks a flat stripe between your wet folds, leaving you stuttering and your eyes rolling back, all whilst you grip onto his hair like of you let go he'll disappear entirely.

He sets a languorous pace with his tongue, eating at you like you're his final meal, hands digging firmly at the meat of your ass whilst he uses the slight bump at the bridge of his nose to press up against your clit, making you dizzy. Whilst he uses both hands to guide you, you use the hand not tangled into his hair to roll a hardened nipple between your thumb and forefinger, the sensation going straight to your pussy and making you gasp. Simon, perceptive as ever, notices your want and pushes his tongue inside you to push just that little bit further - and he can tell that you're close by the way your thighs clench around his ears and the fact that you're wonderfully more vocal than usual.

Similarly, sensing your oncoming orgasm, you desperately attempt to pull yourself off of him, all of a sudden shy about cumming on his face like you haven't done it countless times before. Your wriggling is met with a small slap to your ass which has you seeing stars as the small sting snaps the elastic band stretching taut in your lower belly, and Simon laps up every bit that you'll give him.

"Didn't think that men like me got to go to heaven." Simon sighs when you both lay sprawled and happy in bed together.

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I did not intend to write 1.1k of smut when I opened my laptop this evening but boundaries and communication are just so !! sexy !!

N e ways I'll just leave this here for y'all💕

These two at the same time pls. 🥺🥺 Ugh I’m so down for them.

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not the orange man please lads

If y’all don’t mind sharing your experiences with the nuvaring, please do🥺🥺🥺

… I have rage towards my doc.

I have a nuvaring in rn. I swear this bitch better work or Imma rip out my uterus then Im mailing it to my doctor.

I, also, can kinda feel it in there. It’s an odd ass feeling.

✦C.o.D w/ a MILF!Y/N✦

(Fem!Reader, between 38-48, use of Y/N, no nationality but Y/N lives in Wales. Mentions of mommy issues, war, (brief) survivors guilt, panic attack in Simon's, mentions of PTSD.)

The task force was lead around by the commander of a base located in Swansea, Wales. They’d been called in for their help on a series of missions that had grown slowly more and more treacherous, finding more evidence of war crimes and shady dealings hidden under businesses the more they went. So, when John got the letters on his desk asking for assistance, he reluctantly agreed. It seemed like work he didn’t quite find worth it for his men’s time. However, the promise of meeting one of their best was certainly interesting.

Kyle leaned forward to whisper to his Captain while the General rambled about their inventory to ask a question. “Cap, don’t you feel this deal is a bit odd?” He asked. “What do you mean?” Price replied quietly. “They’re offering us a soldier for our help, like holding out candy to get a kid to clean their room.” Kyle explained. John hummed and glanced in front of him, considering the words. He went to reply before the General chuckled. “You know, both of you are very bad at whispering.” The old man explained.

Kyle cringed and backed up a bit, lightly elbowing Soap who’d started snickering. Price sighed. “I apologize, I don’t mean to offend you.” He said, but the General waved his hand dismissively. “No no, I understand the sentiment. But, to ease your worries, we’re offering you a new team member because Lieutenant L/N wants a change. Feelin’ stuck doesn’t do a soldier much good.” He explained. “Hence why I suggested you. Really, it’d be another addition to your already impressive team. This is just a chance to show you that, and for Lieutenant L/N to see if joining a team like this would work.”

Hearing that it was the Lieutenant’s decision helped the deal seem less questionable. Although Price was still hesitant. His team was as good as it got in his mind, though he knew it was likely bias that made him feel that way. Ghost behind him let out a near-silent scoff at the suggestion of someone new. They didn’t need someone new, as far as he was concerned. A helicopter overhead was heard, heading to the tarmac. The General smiled and motioned for them to walk in that direction. “Well, when do we get to meet him then?” Soap asked, as they reached the blacktop, the helicopter blades slowing. The General stopped in front of them and turned with a furrowed brow. “Him? No no, this is Lieutenant L/N.” He motioned behind him and gave the team a bit of a shock. Walking away from the helicopter was a woman, about Price’s age, showing a smile and confidence in her walk. “How was your flight, L/N?” General called kindly. The woman laughed as she got closer.

“As smooth as a helicopter can be in this awful weather.” She replied. She came to a stop beside the old man, who seemed to beam with pride as he motioned to her. “Captain Price, this is Lieutenant L/N.” She shook her head as her hands rested on her hips. “No need for that. Y/N and my call sign work just fine.” She held out her hand for John to shake. “Nice to meet you, Captain. Look forward to working with you!” Price smiled back and shook her hand firmly. His shoulders felt oddly lax, something he found noticeable. “The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” He replied before turning to his team. “This is my task force. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.” Y/N tilted her head at the large man. “Nice mask, big guy. I like it!” She complimented. Ghost blinked before he sighed quietly and looked away. Her smile turned more sympathetic, noting his tense stance. Intimidating to anyone else, but she mostly saw awkwardness. He clearly wasn’t used to compliments. Her attention was pulled when Soap cleared his throat and waved his hand. “Yes?”

“What’s your call sign? Ya mentioned it, but ya didn’t actually tell us.” Soap asked. Y/N nodded and opened her mouth to answer, but she was cut off by a shout in the distance. Some random soldiers walking toward a humvee, suited up for a battle. “Welcome back, Ma!” One shouted while waving. Y/N grinned and waved back. “Come back with most of your limbs, boys!” She exclaimed. The soldiers laughed and nodded. She sighed with a grin, shaking her head before she turned back. “That. That would be my call sign.”

Kyle rose an eyebrow. “Ma? They call you Ma?” He asked. “Mhm. Also mum, momma, had a youngster call me momther? Not sure about that one. Usually it’s a variation of that, even my General calls me Ma sometimes.” She chuckled. Kyle tilted his head at that. “So, do you have kids?” His question was met with a head shake. “Nope. Wanted them when I was younger, but that ship kinda sailed. I’m not quite sure when the boys starting calling me that, but it seemed to catch on.” She explained with a shrug. She beamed again with her shoulders squared.

“Can’t wait to work with you boys!”

✧Kyle Garrick✧

(Platonic)

I think he’s got a bit of a strained relationship with his mom. They’re not completely estranged and he doesn’t think she’s a terrible mom by any means, but she definitely has done things that have and continue to negatively affect him. In short, mommy issues. And we know what that means.

Kyle treats you like he treats Price. Respectful, cordial, and he keeps any goofing off & jokes til after he knows you better. After that, he remains as polite as ever, but he’s more willing to let his guard down.

He’s a bit weakened to gentle affection and praise. He tries not to be, but he really likes the acknowledgment. It makes him feel important and seen.

Definitely has a little crush on you, even in the platonic version. It’s like a little school boy crush that he’s able to get over easily. Sometimes his face grows warm when you compliment him, and sometimes his gaze lingers a little longer. But he’s not painfully pining.

Probably the easiest to make open up to you. Some gentle words and a promise to give a shoulder to lean on goes a long way.

“You alright?” Kyle looked up when he heard Y/N’s voice behind him. He snapped his head away, fiddling with the velcro on his tactical gloves. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah I’m good.” He coughed. The woman behind him didn’t buy it, frowning sympathetically. She walked forward and rested a gentle hand on his back. “Kyle…” Her voice was soft and sweet. He let out a heavy breath and looked up at her, exposing guilt ridden eyes. “Hun, you have to understand that it wasn’t your fault.” Y/N whispered, raking her nails along his shoulders. “I just feel like if I had moved faster-“ The end of his sentence got cut off with a voice crack. He wasn’t new to the cruelty of war anymore, but that didn’t mean it ever really got easier. He’d been slow to notice an enemy sniper. A young recruit lost their life to the bullet and Kyle watched them die. And now he felt responsible. Y/N hushed him soothingly. She circled around to stand in front of him, pulling his head to rest on her. “I know you feel guilty, but you’re not faster than a bullet Kyle. You did everything you could on that battlefield. If you weren’t there, a lot more lives would’ve been lost.” She explained as he clenched his eyes shut, leaning into her. Y/N leaned down to kiss the top of his skull. “Go ahead and let it out, hun.” And he did. It was hard to remain tough in these circumstances, even harder to remain stubborn under a blanket of security she seemed to give. When he had poured out his remorse and anger and was left feeling empty and exhausted, he sighed pulled back. “Thanks Ma.” He sniffled. “Don’t mention it, sweetie. How about we get you a snack, hm? I snuck in some of those brownies you like.” She whispered with a smile. He gave a watery chuckle and nodded.

(Romantic)

As I said, he ends up with a little crush when he first gets to know you anyway. He’s got a thing for the DILF/MILF type. Ask Johnny, he’s definitely heard Gaz’ fair share of little comments about how hot their captain is.

His pining grows the more attention he gets from you. The more doting, the mushier he gets. The more praise he gets the more he’ll do more. Gaz does his best to remain subtle about it, sometimes he notices how he's acting and it makes him grow embarrassed.

Depending on how bad the crush is, he’ll start to try and be your favorite in every room while also remaining professional.

Unless he’s in the room with the recruits that started the whole “mom” trend, you know, the ones that are most likely to actually view you like a mom? Yeah then he’s a little shit, cause he wants to rub it in their faces that you like him so much.

Probably has one of your boys threaten him, honestly.

“Back off our Lieutenant, Garrick.” “Hey, it’s not my fault she likes me more than you.”

To be clear, he doesn’t just like you cause you’re an older lady who’s pretty. That’s just part of his type. Kyle’s a pretty empathetic soul, and he’ll notice little things in the most primal parts of your personality, and compliment those things. He’s sweet and understanding. The main thing he does that most men between 35-50 don’t do is give you shit for having a strong personality.

The fact you’re a strong woman is a major plus for him. Kyle likes direction at this point in his life, and to get it from someone who knows what they’re doing, but doesn’t hold that power over him? Really nice.

When he finally gets the confidence to make some moves (mostly encouraged by Soap), he goes classic romantic style. Leaving gifts on your desk, bringing you flowers, complimenting you with words that have several syllables. The way he asks you out? He writes a poem/letter. It’s ridiculously sweet, he even does his best to keep his handwriting elegant. (Insert that line from Hamilton; “I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning, did you intend this? One stroke and you’ve consumed why waking days. You’ve written “ My dearest Angelica”, with a comma after dearest-“)

Y/N covered her mouth as she reread the letter once again. She’d gone through every word probably seven times now. Elegantly placed pen strokes describing how her sergeant…or, a sergeant she worked with, viewed her. Comparing her presence to the warmth of the sun and her voice being as gentle as notes of a piano. Kyle had been an absolute sweetheart since she’d first met him, and that had only gotten progressively more and more noticeable as time had passed. She wasn’t oblivious. She could see his bashful grin when she praised him, the fact he looked at her a bit too long after a mission. The flowers and gifts were something more recent. But, Y/N was his superior, and she’d never grown out of the fear of misreading signals that she held from her teenager years. And yet, here was a confession from a young man at least twenty years her junior. It was a little too flattering. There was a conflict between their ranks, not to mention her age. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been a little flirty, but pulled back because she worried she was too old for him. Kyle was distracting himself at the moment. He was on watch, up on the roof, fiddling with a rubix cube while music blasted in his ears through some earbuds. He wasn’t even doing his job, he was just trying to calm his nerves. Lingering on what ifs and the fear of rejection. He had half the mind to go find Johnny and strangle him for talking him into it. In his anxious thinking, he didn’t hear the door behind him open, nor the light steps taken toward him. Kyle jumped when one of his earbuds was taken from his ear. He turned his head, ready to apologize to who he thought was Price, only to be met with a face that bewitched and terrified him. “Bit loud, isn’t it? You’ll hurt your hearing, sweetheart.” She said. Kyle swallowed and paused the song, taking the other earbud out. “I uh, ahem, right.” There was a silence that passed between them until he felt the tension was too strong. He sighed and stood up, burning with embarrassment. “Look, I’m sorry. I know it’s unprofessional and it could complicate things-“ he began. Y/N rested her hands on her hips as he went on, unable to fight off a smile he couldn’t see. Since he was too busy looking at the ground. She waited for Kyle to pause, let him take in a deep breath. The man jumped when a hand came under his chin and tilted it up, forcing him into eye contact. Her grin widened and she tilted her head. “I’m your superior. You know that?” She said. He deflated and nodded. “So, you have to do as I say.” Kyle’s brows furrowed but he nodded again. He melted despite the shame when her warm hand cupped his cheek, stroking the small scar. “Shut up and kiss me, sweetheart.” Her words stunned him. Kyle forced an inhale so he wouldn’t suffocate. “Is…is that an order?” He mumbled. “It is.” Y/N replied, sweet and expecting. In a mix of relief and ecstatic joy, Kyle followed through. Happy to learn she was just as warm and soothing as he’d dreamt she’d be.

✧Johnny MacTavish✧

(Platonic)

One of the few C.o.D characters that has a good relationship with his mom. In all honesty, he's a bit of a momma's boy. He doesn't need a motherly figure, BUT, he's really comforted by the maternal energy you give off.

He can't see his mom often, and when he's feeling homesick, you definitely help.

Johnny's a pretty open and casual-type guy. He doesn't take long to feel comfortable around you. Leading to lots of affection from him and a lot of him seeking affection from you. Hugs, head pats. He's also the most likely to take a nap on you, if you allow it. In fact, he probably has some of the best rest of his life when he's resting near the people he trusts, but it's not like he can waltz over to Kyle and flop across his lap, so he's grateful for you.

Also a bit of a praise seeker. He's sensitive to rejection and criticism, but thrives when he gets something right. When he does need correction and pointers, your stern but kind tone is the perfect way to hear it.

"Oh fucks sake!" "Easy Johnny, don't lose your head. Let's try again, but this time, I want you to keep more on your right. Okay, hun?" "Right, got it. Thanks ma!"

Definitely flirts a little, but he knows when to quit to keep things comfortable between you two. Usually, he compliments you the most when he sees you picking at something on yourself. Be it lines in your skin or the way your hair is styled that day. He likes talking and hyping you up.

If you're on the dating scene, he's your biggest supporter and hype man. Definitely throws out that "dress your age" shit. Even if you're not getting dressed up for a date or something, he still heavily encourages you to doll yourself up for simple hang outs during leave. His mother and older sister always included him on girls nights, so he knows how to handle a night like that and loves them to no end.

"Oh I don't know Johnny, this dress looks more suited for a twenty-something." Y/N sighed as she smoothed down a form fitting dress. One that exposed her shoulders, coming down to her lower thigh, matching with some small heels. "Ahh fuck off wit' that! You look gorgeous, hush yer mouth and adjust your tits. We're getting tequila!" The Scotsman shouted. She busted up laughing as he dragged her toward the bar. He pushed open the door and ushered her in, grinning ear to ear. Music blared and the lights were colorful, bouncing off the shiny surface of her dog tags. They both got a place at the bar and right away, Johnny got to gossiping whilst sipping a tequila sunrise. "And then, oh the nerve this boy had. He looked me in the eye and said, "why would I listen to you, lady?"" Y/N mimicked a voice, watching as her coworker's jaw dropped with a gasp. "Now I was disrespectful, but that's too much. What'cha do to the moron?" He asked mischievously. Y/N chuckled and sipped her cocktail. "General walked past, said "Good morning, Lieutenant L/N." That was it, I didn't need to do anything. You should've seen the kids face, Johnny. Starting groveling." She snickered. He threw his head back with a loud laugh, hitting his fist on the bar top a few times. As he came down, taking a deep breath, he glanced at Y/N who tapped his arm. "Oh sergeant, you've got an admirer.~" She teased, pointing to a corner of the bar. Soap looked over and locked eyes with a muscular stranger with a sharp jaw and dark eyes, long hair in locs tied back with an elastic. The man jolted when he noticed Johnny looking back, looking down at a half-finished beer when the Scotsman smiled at him. "Oh he's cute." Soap muttered. "Go get his number." Y/N nudged. "You sure?" "Positive! Just let me know if he's got any red flags, and make sure you have your location on. Can't have my bomb-tech getting caught up in something." Y/N fussed over his hair. She licked her thumb and wiped some dirt off his cheek, making him groan and swat at her hands. "Pipe down, ma, I got it!" He said. She sighed and watched him walk toward the pretty stranger, snorting when he adjusted his mohawk. "Nothin' but trouble, that one." Y/N joked with the bartender.

(Romantic)

Flirting to the maximum. Unlike Gaz, he's a little less concerned with professionalism. He's respectful, yes, but he doesn't necessarily see why business and pleasure have to be separated.

Johnny doesn't really have a type, but he's certainly got a pattern of going for people who are quiet and experienced. Especially people who have leadership skills.

Gets flustered when he's cooed over. He hates being babied, but he likes being coddled. (I know that's confusing but I promise there's a difference) He's a grown, capable man, and a fast learner. But, he's also fond of a break from the harshness of the world he tends to exist in. Being cradled, being called pet names, little acts of kindness to make his life easier? He adores these things.

Definitely tries to make his attraction well known, but lighthearted enough to where he can easily pull back if you seem to respond poorly to it. But, responding positively has him leaning in even more.

Shockingly, he takes a bit to properly open up. He doesn't mind being openly affectionate or complaining about mundane things, but it takes awhile to see him admit to deep insecurities and dark thoughts that plague him. But when you catch him in a vulnerable position, when you make him feel comforted and still strong despite his emotions, he'll start coming to you when he feels that way again.

A lot of the time he vents, not necessarily wanting advice but just wanting an ear. He loves your advice though, it always feels well thought out. Occasionally though, he doesn't speak and he doesn't want help, he just wants company. These are times where he usually lays in your lap and rests off his stress.

Depending on how flirty you are back, he might use your callsign to try and fluster you. Honestly, it usually backfires.

"Do I get a reward now, mommy?~" "Hmm, depends. What does my good boy want?" "I, uh- ahaha..."

Again, he hypes you up a lot, even more so when he's openly hitting on you. Motherfucker(heh) pulls out the god damn Spanish his bestie Alejandro taught him. Whether you're covered in gunpowder or dressed to the nines, he'll call you a "sight for sore eyes" or let a sharp whistle out into the air.

Loves if you give him any praise/favoritism if there are other people attracted to you in the room. He gets a look on his face like a smug cat. (You know that meme with the cat surrounded by knives? Like that)

He doesn't really ask you out properly. As I mentioned, he's sensitive to rejection. But he does constantly test the waters to see if there will be a moment where a defining moment can be snuck in. He's waiting for the tension to snap on it's own.

Johnny huffed as he got out of the shower. It had been a long, exhausting mission. Only an hour had passed this the helicopter landed back at the base, having transported Soap, Ghost, and some other men from the safe house they'd been hiding out in. Johnny had thought the dirt stuck to his skin would never come out. His muscle were sore and he was sporting a new wound that'd grow into a scar on his thigh. He left the locker room and into the silent halls. Everything was quiet, to the point his ears hurt, and the ringing of tinnitus was a bit too obvious. He rolled his shoulders as he limped toward his room, trying to shrug off a sense of loneliness. He had always been an extrovert, striving off of human contact. But he didn't want the buzz of a pub or the commotion of a group hang out. He needed company that felt peaceful, present but quiet, something sweet like honey and warm like a blanket. "Fuck it." The soldier huffed, making a sharp turn on his heels. He winced at how the movement pulled at his thigh muscle but kept walking in the other direction. He wasn't even sure she'd be awake, but he remembered her promising him that her door was always open for him. That might not have been literal, but he couldn't think of anything else. Johnny inhaled when he came to stop in front of the lieutenant's door, the silver doorknob felt daunting. But, he rose his hand to knock. He heard a lamp click and the shuffle of light footsteps. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up when the door swung open. He was met with Y/N, his superior, dressed in her sleepwear and some reading glasses, face pulled into an empathetic smile. "Need a nap buddy?" She asked sweetly. Soap dropped his arm with an embarrassed nod. She didn't hesitate to move to the side and let him in, despite how it might've looked if anyone had seen the interaction without context. Y/N settled in the middle of her bed with her back against the wall. She patted her lap and opened her arms. Johnny climbed up at her side, resting his cheek on her hipbone with a pout. "Tired?" She questioned, to which he nodded once again. She frowned and lightly scratched the side of his scalp, feeling her nails lightly drag against the fuzzy stubble of his partially shaved hair. It was always concerning when Soap was quiet after a mission. "You're thinking to hard, love, what's goin' on?" Her tone made him sink further against the mattress and close his tired eyes. "Do you think 'm annoyin'?" He asked. Y/N gasped and looked down at him. "No! Who told you that? Did someone call you annoying? I won't stand for that, you give me a name and I'll make sure they never get off bathroom duty-" Her rant was cut off by Soap's tired laughter, more akin to a giggle from deep in his chest. "No no, no one said anything. Just noticed that...sometimes when I talk for awhile, the guys start huffin' and ignore me." He explained, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstring of her shorts. "Oh hun...I'm sorry, sweetheart." Y/N cooed, lovingly stroking his cheek. He shrugged and dropped his arm over her. He looked up when she prompted him too, feeling the weight of insecurity and exhaustion evaporate. "I think you're absolutely lovely, Johnny." She smiled. The Scotsman swallowed and hugged her waist tightly, curling into her. She pulled the covers up to his shoulders and continued petting his hair. "You can stay here tonight, love. You deserve a good nights rest." Johnny hummed in reply, letting his eyes fall shut as he leaned into her more. He was out almost immediately, barely registering her telling him good night. "Mhm, g'night, love ya." He yawned. Y/N paused and looked down with wide eyes. "Huh?" She questioned, only to get a little snore in reply. She blinked, then let out a breathy chuckle. "Love ya too, Johnny. Sweet dreams..." She smiled, carefully leaning to turn the lamp off.

✧John Price✧

(Platonic)

John doesn't discount people based on age, but admittedly, he appreciates having someone that's been around as long as he has.

He also appreciates having someone maternal on the team for the sake of the boys. There have been a few times where he's been called the team-dad, and he understands that point, so when the boys call you the team mom, it makes him sigh in some relief.

Firmly believes in the concept of "a woman's touch" when it comes to things like how homey a place feels or how to handle comforting people. He always considered his mother a breath of fresh air in his house growing up, and he feels you do the same thing around the base.

Definitely lays into the "mom" thing to tease you & the boys sometimes.

"Hey, listen to your mother." "Oh come off it, John."

He doesn't need any coddling, but he does appreciate little gestures of care. Makes his shoulders relax whenever you bring him a cup of coffee or a gentle squeeze of reassurance on his arm.

Even in a platonic circumstance, there are probably soldiers that joke about you two being married, honestly.

There's a silent agreement on the two of you being equals, even if he's Captain and you're Lieutenant. That's not to say he views other people as lesser than him, but when he gives you orders, he feels a bit uncomfortable saying them the same way he'd order around a normal soldier. Feels like he's scolding his own mother.

He's not immune to the "mom look". You know the one. When you say something out of line or questionable, and your mom just slowly turns with a stern face that spells "you fucked up"? Probably one of the few looks that actually get him a little nervous. God forbid you add in the hands on the hips, ooo, he shakin' in his boots.

A quiet bestie, pretty much. Where Johnny gets you out and about, John gives you peaceful company.

John hissed as the alcohol burned the back of his throat, followed by a sigh of satisfaction. There was a light chuckle beside him. "I told you it burned." Y/N teased as she set her own glass down with a clink, hers full of wine rather than whiskey. "That cinnamon adds a kick to it, for sure." John nodded as he grabbed the bottle to read it. His brows rose when he read where it was made. "Bloody hell, how'd you get Scottish whiskey out here?" His question was met with a snicker and a shrug. "Have a buddy there, I'm not much of a whiskey type but I asked for some since I figured you might like it. Had it sent to my house, snuck it in here." Y/N replied, resting her chin in her palm as John shook his head. "You're out your mind." The man smiled. "I could say the same thing about you, mister. French wine? Surely this had to be expensive, no?" Y/N said as she pointed at the bottle he'd brought her. John poured more whiskey in his glass before leaning back in his chair, crossing his left ankle onto his right knee. "Figured it was only fair, with the whole saving my team's ass and all." He rose his glass in a semi-salute. She waved her hand and sipped the red beverage once again. "I told you, you don't have to thank me for that. I care for those boys just as much as you do, of course I'd help." The woman explained. John hummed, gazing into his glass as he went over the events of a mission gone slightly wrong. "Simon would be missing an arm if not for you, if not dead." He reminded, making her frown and nod. "Can't have my favorite big boy losing a limb, who else will reach the top shelf for me?" She joked, making the captain laugh quietly. "Really though, thank you. Ain't everyday that someone sticks their neck out like that." He repeated. Y/N gave him a gentle smile and patted his arm kindly. "Don't mention it, John. Just make sure to do the same for me when I need it." She nudged him with a grin. John rose his cup and she adjusted her grip on hers, lightly clinking the rims together with a clack. "I'll keep you alive, 's long as you keep bringing me good whiskey." He teased, chuckling as she gasped and smacked his arm for the comment.

(Romantic)

Again, he really appreciates having someone else with a paternal energy on the team. He feels less like a single dad trying to keep his three sons in line.

Might get playfully jealous if they listen to you more than him.

"Soap, dishes." "Awww but Cap-" "Johnny, please be a dear and do the dishes." *sigh* "Alright, ma." "What the h-"

Probably holds off on flirting with you for awhile. He takes his job very seriously, and since you're the only woman on the team, he worries you/other people would get the wrong idea. Still, when he likes someone that way, he can't help but do little romantic things. Most of them are subtle though.

He appreciates doting gestures and ends up returning them every time. You two are in a constant loop of sweet gestures. You bring him a coffee when he's working late, he brings you breakfast. You fix a hole in his bucket cap, he gets you better boots(and pulls strings to get them faster than usual), etc etc.

Sometimes it weirds him out how relaxed he gets around you, but after awhile he starts to crave it, which leads to him seeking you out during his free time. It gets him in a little trouble sometimes because he'll start putting you with him when the team needs to split off into groups.

Instead of reprimanding or denying the married couple jokes, he barely tells people off. Sometimes he just shakes his head with a little huff, hoping his beard hides the blood in his cheeks.

Has an abandoned fantasy of being tied down with a peaceful life. He's come to accept that won't happen, but your presence makes it harder to let go of. There will be moments shared between you that feel far too domestic, and it's far too easy to be at peace around you.

He'll start properly flirting after you do it a few times. And while his words are subtle, the tension progressively gets worse and worse, to the point everyone around you two notice. Kyle fake gags when he sees it start to happen sometimes.

Doesn't call you "ma" or anything...not unless he's like, teasing you, but in general he gives you other nicknames.

It's a 50/50 on how you two get together. He might properly ask you out, but that's if the tension doesn't snap first. That's one thing that baffles him. You make him feel younger, and he does the same for you as a result.

Needs someone to tell him how to relax, and also to scold him when he pushes himself too far. You certainly don't give a shit about his rank when he's ignored something his body needs. Your scolding goes in one ear and out the other, he's too busy admiring you, sorry to say.

John bounced his leg as he watched Y/N shuffle around her room, mumbling under her breath in a frustrated tone. He glanced at his forearms, tracing over the mottled patches of irritated red caused by the heat of the sun. He twisted his neck and bit back a wince when a stinging pain came from his skin. "I cannot believe you." Y/N huffed as she came to stand in front of him, holding an unopened bottle of aloe. John glanced at her hands taking it out of the box. "I was wearin' my hat." He muttered. The look she gave him told him that was the wrong response. Her eyes were sharp and stern, the creases between her eyebrows heavy as her face scrunched. "A hat doesn't safe your skin like sunscreen does. We were in the desert, Johnathan." She huffed, tossing the box away. He winced at his full name. The captain awkwardly coughed and picked at some peeling skin on the back of his arm, hissing when she smacked his hand. "Quit that! Gosh. What did I tell you when we got there?" She asked, unscrewing the cap to take away the plastic seal. John looked at the wall. "Put on sunscreen." He could remember her tone when she'd first said it too, as well as the face she made when he denied. "And you said?" She questioned. He sighed. "I don't need any, I'll be fine." Y/N screwed the cap back on and popped it open. "And what happened, huh?" John hated being scolded like a child, but quite frankly, he'd been as stubborn as a five year old. It was fair, even if unpleasant. "I got sunburnt." "You got sunburnt!" Y/N shook her head as she took some aloe and rubbed it along her hands before taking his right arm. John let out a little noise of discomfort, feeling the gel cover the irritated skin, feeling odd when it went over his arm hair. He looked away from his arm and at her face. He swallowed as his eyes took in her features, the slight scrunch in her nose bridge and the annoyed pout on her lips. Despite her frustration, she was still helping him, keeping her touch gentle as she did his other arm. He shivered when it touched the back of his neck. Y/N's emotions began to fizzle down by the time she reached his face, avoiding getting the gel in his beard by tilted his head with her knuckle. "Still mad at me?" He asked as she dabbed along his burn cheekbones. "Less so, but yes. You have such good skin and you're gonna ruin it by not taking care of it." She clicked her tongue, putting some on the strong bridge of his nose. John gave a little huff-like laugh. "You're still helping me." He commented. "Because I care about you, that's why I'm also annoyed." Y/N stated bluntly. He melted in place as she wiped her hands off with a rag. The woman gasped when she felt strong arms hug around her legs, making her look back to him, finally looking down since he was sitting while she was standing. "You care about me?" He asked with a smile. She rested her hands on his shoulders with a little head shake. "You heard me, you just want to milk it." He nodded, making her face relax, finally smiling again. John blinked as she bent to peck his forehead. He rose his chin to meet her, but she pulled back. "Oh no you don't, sir. You can get a proper kiss when that sunburn is healed." She poked his chest. John let out an offended scoff. "I'm already burnt and I'm getting punished?!" He asked with mock outrage, making her laugh again. "Damn right! And we have another mission two days from now." John sighed. "I'll bring sunscreen." He mumbled, feeling another peck to his forehead. "You better."

✧Simon Riley✧

(Platonic)

Simon "Every Kind Of Issues" Riley is very uncomfortable that you make him feel soft. He's absolutely gonna lean far away from you for awhile. Kind words and gentle glances make him vulnerable, and that makes him feel weak, and feeling weak is how bad things happen.

For a bit, he's going to treat you respectfully, but with the bare minimum. His responses are short, his time with you is completely professional, and he keeps his dry sense of humor away. However, he's human, a guarded one, but he's not immune.

Whether he likes it or not he will grow attached to you, even as he's trying to avoid you. It happened with Johnny, it happened with Price, it happens with you. There won't be a dramatic moment where he suddenly allows you more into his space, it'll happen gradually.

He doesn't like being coddled, but he's got a weak spot for that classic motherly atmosphere.

What really brings him closer to you is your ability to just...know. He's great at a poker face even under his mask, but it doesn't work on you. You know when he's upset, you know when he's exhausted, you know when he feels out of place, you know when he's skipped a meal or when he's not drunk enough water.

Sometimes it freaks him out. He's seen your mom instincts go off in real time and he cannot understand how it works. Once, Johnny nearly lost an eye by being reckless with a tool, he was no where near you both, there was no possible way for you to know and yet...you just knew.

After awhile, there seems to be an unspoken thing between you two that he sees you as a surrogate mother in a way. Like how he views Price as a surrogate father sometimes. He finds himself randomly coming to you for little moments that mimic going to your parent for help. Usually it's things that he's embarrassed by, so he doesn't go to Price.

"Oh, hi Simon, what can I do for you, hun?" "Uhm...I wanted...I wanted something sweet, but I-" "You?- Oh, you burnt it." "There's smoke in the kitchen." "Is there a fire?" "No, but it smells like burning food." "Okay, give it here and I want you to go grab that big fan from the tank mechanic. If anyone asks? I did it."

Will whoop ass if someone disrespects you, just saying. He'll give them nightmares.

Won't use your callsign for a long time, then one day, it'll slip out. It's not even him using your call sign. You ever accidentally call your teacher mom? Like that.

(Romantic)

Honestly, not much changes. He's just a little more awkward than before. He's not a jittery or anxious man, but he's a fuckin' awkward one. He's bad with social cues and emotions.

Eventually, he'll relax around you, and this is where his actual personality comes in. Sarcastic comments, blunt jokes, and sassy little mutterings. He gets kind of smug if he makes you laugh.

Gets kind of flustered when you do nice gestures, and while he doesn't want to be coddled, sometimes it feels kind of nice. If you're the pampering type, aim for times when he's super tired, sick, or vulnerable.

When he's romantically attracted to you, it adds some extra time on the progression of him getting comfortable being vulnerable around you, because now he's a little extra worried about how you view him.

He thinks he's a bad-luck charm. He's not going to make a move on you. Simon thinks that being allowed to be close to someone is inviting bad things into their life, and if something like that happens, he'll blame himself.

Thing is, humans naturally gravitate to things that make them feel good, and he's no different. If you have the patience to slowly drag him in, it'll eventually pay off. It's just not a smooth ride by any means.

He'll show some favoritism. He thinks he's being subtle, he's not. When talking to you, he speaks with less bite in his tone, his gaze is less harsh, he's more patient. He'll also do small things without prompting to help you. Getting something heavy for you, grabbing things that are high up, taking tasks off your hands when your schedule is busy.

He's not far from your age, but there is still a bit of an age gap. It doesn't show up much until he's in a spot where he's unsure what to do. Usually, when he's met with a circumstance where he doesn't see a good option, he clenches his teeth and steamrolls through. If it hurts him or other people, that's an unfortunate side effect, but it means its over. But here you are with more experience and advice, and you have the emotional intelligence he lacks, which helps him be a bit kinder.

You make him feel like less of a bad person. Simon doesn't believe in firmly good or bad people, he thinks there are things that dictate where you lean, but he firmly believes he's on the bad side. Often forgetting that intention is a big part of it.

"You're not a monster, Simon." "I'm not a good person either." "You're human, Si. That's what you are."

He cannot ask you out, he can't bring himself to do it. When you two get together, it's unspoken between you both. Honestly, neither of you notice until years down the line, likely.

Which is hilarious, by the way. Because imagine having a boyfriend for like, four years, and suddenly realizing you have no anniversary. You basically just picked him up like a stray in the street.

His trust would likely be solidified when you catch him in a circumstance where he's at his most vulnerable, but you don't take advantage of it. But, you don't treat him differently afterward either. You're safe, you've proven to him that you're a safe space, something he denies he needs but absolutely craves.

Simon growled in frustration between his teeth, jaw clenched to prevent the shaking. His fingers felt numb, extremities tingling with pins & needs. It had been a long time since he'd had a reaction this bad to anything. Simon was a hardened soldier, he'd been through hell and back, from his childhood to the current day. He'd seen men dismembered, heard the cries of dying hostages, been the one to bring down a metaphorical guillotine on many heads. Sometimes his thoughts got too dark, sure. He'd lay restless in bed, feeling old blood that once stained under his nails and the metal of past bullets lodged in his skin. It always upset him when he couldn't control his own body, his own mind. Feeling helpless over himself. He was nearing his forties and yet he was curled under his desk, hugging himself like a child and unable to breathe. All because of a replayed memory that was a bit too vivid. He felt like a kid again. Panicked and weak, and he could still practically feel the sensation of dry, dirty scales on his lips, coupled with the taunting of his father. Simon heard the knock on his door and it made him tuck further into the corner. He wasn't as small as he used to be, he was a large, strong man now. That should've made him feel safer, but now it felt like a disadvantage, making it harder to hide. He pulled his knees as close to him as possible and flinched when the doorknob clacked and the hinges squeaked. "Simon? I don't wanna intrude, but you weren't answering me." A familiar voice made of lavender and summer breezes. Y/N stepped in and looked around, frowning when she heard a shaky hiccup come from the desk. In the dark, her eyes fell on Simon tucked under his desk, curled in a ball, making her heart break. She shut the door and walked over. "Oh honey..." She came to crouch in front of the desk. Simon felt shame, embarrassment, frustration. He wanted to smack himself for letting out a pathetic sounding whimper. Y/N hushed him soothingly with a frown. "Shh, it's okay. Can you talk to me Si? Do you know where you are?" She asked. He didn't really, stuck in between reality and the past. "I don't wanna kiss the snake, I don't wanna..." He mumbled into his knees. "There's no snake hun, it's okay. Can I see your hand, Simon? I promise it's okay, it's just me." The blond sniffled and held out one of his hands, he'd been clenching it so hard his nails poked through his palm. He felt her gently clasp her hands around his own, quietly coaxing him to calm down. He wasn't sure what she'd been saying the whole time, but it was working. His breathing slowed, even if still shaky, and he still wasn't fully present. But it was better than it was. Y/N lovingly squeezed his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "There you go, love, deep breaths. Can you tell me your name?" She asked. The man swallowed and shivered. "Simon." He slurred. "Do you know how old you are?" He hesitated this time, before he shook his head. "I'm...I'm 36." She nodded and patted his arm as praise. She continued this for a little longer until she was able to coax him out from under the desk, getting him back to his bed. It was scary seeing him like this, so out of character. Simon was always brooding and serious. This though, was clearly a glimpse of how he was as a child, all the panic he lived in, and it pained her.

Simon clung to her hand for a good thirty minutes after she'd gotten him to lay down, curled up under a military issued blanket. He was exhausted now, exhausted and awkward now. "'m sorry." He whispered, pulling his hand back. Y/N took it back and kissed his wounded palm again. "Don't you dare. You have nothing to be sorry for, Simon. I just want you to be okay." She replied. Simon swallowed and chewed on the inside of his cheek. "'s embarrassing. I'm a grown ass man." He grumbled, only for her to shake her head. She used her other hand to stroke his hair. "You're a human, Simon. And you have been through so much. This doesn't make you weak, love. I just wish you wouldn't think you had to handle it on your own." She frowned. Simon blinked at her before hiding his face in his pillow. "You can come to me, you know?" "...Noted."

Best Friend’s Brother

Sanemi x Fem! Reader + Genya

Warnings: Mentions of eating & Food

NSFW Warnings: manipulation, rough sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, unprotected sex, picture and video taking, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, slapping, tit fucking, shower sex, no preparation, cream pies, ‘face painting’, sending nudes without consent

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot lol. I’m also happy that it’s one of my longer works! Also the way the paragraphs get progressively longer is killing me LMAOO

Word count: 12.3k

“I’m talking to you!” Genya was beginning to lose his patience with you. Your nose was practically pressed to the glass of his window as you watched his big brother work out in the backyard. “Go ahead, ‘m listening.” He rolled his eyes, watching the way your breath fogged the glass.

“No the fuck you aren’t!” He tossed a pillow at you, trying not to laugh as you let out a yelp of surprise. Your face nearly knocked into the glass, “C’mon Genya!” You wailed in frustration as you turned to face him. “Don’t c’mon me! I invited you over to hang out and you’re fucking drooling over my big brother! That’s! Gross!”

“Okay okay! Fine I’m sorry. Tell me what you were saying, I’ll listen this time.” You threw yourself down on Genya’s bed, head tilting back to look at him. He looked away for a second, slightly embarrassed that he had made such a big ordeal over your attention. “What movie do you want to watch, that’s what I was asking you.”

“A movie? It’s such a nice day Genya! Why don’t we go swimming or something? Maybe even invite over Tanjiro and the others.” Genya sighed, eyes trailing over to the sunny summer day that was sitting beyond his bedroom walls. “You know ‘Nemi can’t stand them, hell he barely tolerates you.” You made a noise of shock, as if it was news that Shinazugawa Sanemi couldn’t stand people.

“Oh give it a break. You just want to go swimming so you can drool over him at a close distance.” Genya was by no means oblivious to your crush, he even tried to crack jokes about it despite it making him wildly uncomfortable. “So not true Genya! I’m already wearing a swimsuit, I figured you invited me over to use the pool!”

“You know what, fine. Let’s go swimming.” You leapt off the bed, cheering as he stood. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” With that you disappeared from his room, leaving the younger Shinazugawa brother to try and calm his racing heart. Maybe moving in with his big brother wasn’t the brightest idea when he had a friend like you.

You on the other hand couldn’t be more pleased with his choice. You were slightly heartbroken when you learned the eldest of the Shinazugawa children had bought his own home — albeit very impressed. A few months later he offered Genya to move in with him so he could be closer to campus. That opened up the world of opportunity for you to admire the man from a distance.

Though, the man never really paid you any mind. You were luckier than the others though, he actually somewhat tolerated your nearly constant presence in his home. You peaked through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Even at your distance you could see the sweat making his skin glisten. “Fuck…” you were shamelessly swooning.

“You ready?” You jumped, turning to see Genya in swim trunks and white shirt. Two towels slung over his shoulder and sunscreen on the other hand. “Yeah!” You pulled at the door handle, sliding the door open and stepping into the hot day. “Yuck.” Your skin was already beginning to feel sticky from the heat. “You wanted to go outside instead of staying in the air conditioning.”

“Oh shush it will be fine when we get in the water.” You began the walk across the large yard towards the in ground pool, you still couldn’t get over the sheer luxury this house held. You glanced over at Sanemi, he was only about twenty feet from the pool’s edge. Headphones sat on his head, the music so loud you could hear it from here.

“Stop it.” Once again you stiffened as Genya called you out. “Genya!” You hissed, head whipping to look at him. “Don’t prove me right by coming out here.” A smile was tugging at his lips anyways. “Fine, fine!” You couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well, eyes lingering only a second longer as the man continued his push-ups.

Genya got himself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, dropping both towels onto the other. “Aren’t you going to get in?” You’re reaching for the sunscreen, applying some to your face. “I will when I get hot enough, I’m sure that water is still freezing despite the temperature out here.” You shrugged, handing him the bottle once more so you could begin undressing.

You went for your shirt first, tugging it upwards. As your arms raise, Genya finds himself turning red. He didn’t think the bathing suit you were talking about would be that revealing. A simple bikini, two triangles covering your breasts. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look away as you got the shirt off. Unknown to him, that caught Sanemi’s attention.

Eyes flicking upwards towards the pool at the sight of your arms raising. He observed for only a moment, looking away before you or Genya caught his smirk. “You sure look hot enough now Gen, you’re all red.” You were absolutely oblivious, undoing the button on your jean shorts. “Yeah maybe you’re right…” he nearly lost his mind as you pulled your shorts off.

Genya wasn’t one to show off skin, unlike his brother. So it actually surprised you a bit when the shirt was being pulled over his head as he made a running leap into the pool. That fully caught Sanemi’s attention now, laughter bubbling out of him at the sight. “What the hell!” You were shocked, shorts pooled at your feet as Genya resurfaced.

“I-I was hot.” He was pushing his hair back, relieved the water wasn’t as cold as he feared. “The fuck was that Genya?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi’s voice reached you. Your head turned, swallowing thickly as you took him in. He was standing,headphones around his neck, music blaring loud and clear. You wondered how he wasn’t deaf.

You blinked, beads of sweat were slowly dripping down his torso, nothing but a pair of basketball shorts clung to his hips. His chest was heaving slightly, scars littering his skin. That was the most unique thing about both Shinazugawa brothers. A childhood accident left them covered in scars, especially along their faces.

Genya’s scar stretched from his ear all the way to a little after his nose. Sanemi on the other hand had four distinct scars on his face. Three reside on his forehead, the other stretched from his ear to past his nose similar to Genya’s. Sanemi continued to do reckless things with his life, leaving even more scars along his body. You overheard him once saying he was proud of them.

“Like I said, I was hot!” He called back, face turning red again as he caught sight of your fully exposed legs and barely covered ass. “What the fuck is that bathing suit, y/n?” He didn’t intend to ask the question out loud, but it was really just a couple of strings. “Oh! Do you not like it?” You twirled around, head looking downwards as you tried to get an idea of how you looked.

“It-it looks fine! J-just get in the pool!” What he really wanted to say was that you looked fucking sinful, not an ounce of your body left for the Imagination. But that’s not really a best friend thing to say. “I think I’ll run and jump like you did.” You took a few steps back, laughing at the horror passing over his features. “Ready?” Clearly he wasn’t but he couldn’t get the words out fast enough.

Two seconds later you were cannonballing into the pool, spraying him with water. You surfaced again a second later, regretting getting your hair wet just a bit. “It’s not even cold!” You turned to him, laughing as he pushed his hair out of his face for a second time. “Yeah, it’s not.” You began splashing the water around, legs kicking for a moment before you settled on your back.

You felt fully relaxed, body floating easily against the water’s surface. Genya on the other hand was beginning to feel suffocated, water clung and glistened all of your dips and curves. “Fucking help me someone…” he muttered under his breath, thankful your ears were below the water. Your eyes opened a second later when a shadow hovered over you.

You nearly sank as you made direct eye contact with Sanemi. As you straightened, you realized Genya was talking to him. “Are you going to stand there or join us?” Sanemi seemed to be disgusted by the idea for a moment. “I’d have to walk all the way inside to change, at that point I may as well just shower and be done with it.” You blinked, eyes zeroing in on his shorts.

“You’re wearing mesh shorts, that’s nearly the same as swim trunks.” You kicked your way back to the shallow end, somehow floating until you were way over your head. “I’m not wearing underwear though.” You swear in that moment you nearly drowned. “That’s not the sort of thing you should say out loud.” Genya’s nose scrunched at his brother.

“Oh fuck off.” He stretched, muscles flexing and you swear you could explode. He had no right being able to walk around dripping sex appeal like that — in his own home of all places. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Genya tried again, shifting eyes between you and Sanemi. You were doing your best to act unaffected, starting to float again in the shallow end.

Instead of answering, Sanemi took a few steps forward before diving straight in. The waves rocking you made you straighten again, eyes flying wide as the basketball shorts he was wearing floating to the top. “No fucking way.” Genya’s eyes were as wide as yours, laughter bubbled in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Sanemi was completely naked in the pool.

“Are you…serious…” Sanemi emerged a moment later, slicking his hair back. “Would ya look at that…” he moved to grab the shorts, dragging them under the water to step back into them. “Too bad you’re both in here, skinny dipping feels pretty good after working out.” You felt your cheeks get hot, praying it would pass as the sun getting to you.

“Like I said, keep those thoughts to yourself, Aniki.” Genya was trying to keep his composure, all the while he was mentally cursing you for wanting to leave his room. “Oh give me a break, you two are the ones that convinced me to get in.” You didn’t know what came over you, but you decided to send a huge splash of water in his direction. He looked shocked for a moment, Genya was slightly prettified.

After a second of silence, he drew his arm back and pushed it forward. Water hit you just as hard, which caused you to do it back. “A splash fight?! Really?!” Genya tried to shield himself as you and Sanemi engaged in a full on battle. Ten minutes later you were out of breath, yelling that you surrender. “Lame!” Sanemi scoffed, a rare smile on his face as he decided to float on his back.

“You two are like little kids.” Genya was sitting on the pool's edge now, it was a futile attempt to keep himself from getting drowned above the water. But your splashes had soaked him over and over nonetheless. “And you are a party pooper.” You stuck your tongue out at him, swimming over to softly splash at his legs. “Do you mind if I stay over for the weekend? I don’t have classes till Monday and I’m sure Kanao wouldn't mind some alone time with Tanjiro.”

“Yeah that’s fine, knowing you, you already packed clothes.” You smiled, pushing yourself back out towards the middle of the shallow end. “I did, even though I have a whole drawer dedicated to my clothes in your room.” You and Genya were close, so close people were shocked you weren’t dating. That caught Sanemi’s interest, his eyebrow quirked a little but he said nothing.

“I think I’m going to dry off, I’m hungry.” You waited until Sanemi’s attention was on the two of you before pulling yourself up and out of the pool. You were fully bent over as you used your leg to hoist yourself onto the pavement. That position alone gave the white haired man a full view of your bikini hiked up your ass. This time, he really couldn’t react. Genya was staring him dead in the eye, as if daring him to say something.

He kept his mouth shut, lips pursed into a thin line. That was the thing Genya never once told you about. Sanemi knew you liked him, knew you wanted him. Unlike Genya, Sanemi wasn’t afraid to do something about it. A conversation the two had only a week prior was still haunting his thoughts.

“So that girl, you sleeping with her?” Genya nearly choked on his soda, losing control of his car on the video game they were playing. “Y/n? No, she's my best friend.” Sanemi scoffed, side eyeing his brother. “Are you just fucking with me?” Genya quickly regained control, eyes narrowing as he focused. “No, I’m not fucking with you.”

“You’re telling me you are best friends with a girl that looks like that? And you haven’t made a single move? What, does she have a partner? Is she gay?” Sanemi couldn’t seem to believe they weren’t anything more. “No, she doesn’t have a partner. And to be honest I never felt the need to ask her about her sexuality.” He jumped as he nearly crashed.

“So I can make a move on her then?” That time Genya did crashed. “Excuse me?!” Sanemi was laughing now, easily winning the race due to Genya’s fatal mistake. “You heard me, Genya. I want her, does that bother you?” Genya set the controller down, turning to glare at Sanemi. “Yeah actually, it does.”

“Oh? So you do like her.” Sanemi set his controller down as well, facing Genya completely. “I never said that… she’s my best friend, Nemi. That would make shit awkward if you went and broke her heart.” Sanemi’s face morphed into one of interest. “You think I just want to fuck her and be done with it?”

“That’s what you do to every fucking girl you sleep with! You have no regard for their feelings! You’re not doing that to her.” Genya turned more to face his brother, this had to be some kind of joke. “So if I told you I wanted to pursue a relationship with her.” Genya groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “No!”

“Then do something about your feelings for her. If you don’t, I will.” Genya froze, eyes widening as his hands dropped to his thighs. “You’re serious?” Sanemi smiled, one that held no warmth in it. Genya couldn’t believe he was actually being serious. There was no way, what was even worse is Genya knew of your little crush on his brother.

“I wouldn’t dare?” A harsh laugh followed. “I see the way she looks at me Genya. If I asked her to strip naked and spread her legs for me, she’d do it without hesitating and you know it.” His heart sunk, Sanemi knew? Genya knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your interest, but he at least thought Sanemi was clueless to it.

“Shut up.” He was getting fed up with this conversation. “Do something about her, Genya. Or I promise you I’m making a move the first chance I get.” He clicked start on a new game, leaving Genya to scramble for his controller and think over what he said.

“Gen, your phone is ringing.” You were laid out against one of the loungers, the sun was beginning to descend at this point. Sanemi on the other hand was starting to push himself out of the pool. Those same basketball shorts slipped dangerously low and you had to suppress a groan. Genya scolded you as he got closer, a sheepish smile appearing on your lips.

“It’s Zenitsu.” Genya picked up the call with a ‘what’s up?’ You decided to lean back, try and soak up the last of the sun before it disappeared for the day. Sanemi on the other hand was sprawled out on his stomach, eyes closed as he tried to take in the last of the sun as well. As if it was taunting you, you could see his tan lines peeking above the waistband of his shorts.

“What the fuck?!” Your head turned to look at a very distraught Genya, only one of Sanemi’s eyes peaked open. “What’s wrong?” You sat up slightly, “that fucking sucks. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes.” You sighed, clearly something went wrong. Genya clicked the phone off and groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“You know the model Zenitsu, Tanjiro and I had to make for our engineering class?” You nodded, it took them weeks to finish. “Well apparently the classroom we were told to put them in got vandalized. Our project was among the casualties.” You gasped, feeling his pain all of a sudden. Genya often ended up crashing in Tanjiro and Zenitsu’s dorm room, too tired to drive home.

“So now we have to fix it. It's due Monday and the professor isn’t extending the deadline.” He was standing now, grabbing his towel. “We can leave in a few minutes.” He started walking and you blinked, “we?”. He froze, turning to look at you. “Aren't you going to come with me?” You gave him a slightly embarrassed grin. “I have to shower and all that. I’d rather not see campus again till Monday.”

Genya wanted to scream, instead he forced a smile on his face. “I guess you’re right. You can just use my bathroom to shower. Hopefully this won't take all night.” You smiled, oblivious to the fake calmness he was giving you. “Sounds good, if you aren’t too tired when you get back, we can watch a movie.” You grabbed your towel, walking past Genya who was staring at Sanemi.

Once you disappeared into the house, he spoke. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her, Aniki.” Sanemi barely acknowledged him, eyes shut still. “If she tries to make a move on me, Genya, I’m not stopping her.” Genya wanted to explode, part of him was tempted to call Zenitsu back and say he didn’t feel good. Naturally that wouldn’t work.

“Is there a reason you even want her? Is it because I want her?” He nearly slapped his hand over his mouth in horror. Sanemi on the other hand began to laugh, eyes opened as he turned himself over. “So you finally admit it! Proud of you little bro!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Shut up! Don't do anything to her.” He knew this was hopeless. “Why can’t I do anything to a girl I want?”

Genya blinked at him, teeth clenching before he spoke. “Because I want her!” A shit eating grin appeared on Sanemi’s face, Genya continued. “Why the fuck do you even want her so bad!? Is it really because I want her?” Genya was turning a deeper shade of pink with each word, he couldn’t believe he was admitting this out loud.

“There is nothing more thrilling than wanting someone you hypothetically can’t have, Genya. If anything, it makes you want them even more.”

He has a sinking feeling, the moment he left this house, it would never be the same. And there was quite frankly nothing he could do about it. You and Sanemi were your own people after all, what say did he really have in the matter? He took a deep breath, you had said you were hungry. With any luck you were probably sitting in the kitchen this whole time watching him.

He stared at Sanemi for only a moment longer before turning to actually walk away this time. Sanemi knew there was more that he wanted to say, but chose not too. He waited until Genya had disappeared inside the house before laughing. “Sorry Gen, but this opportunity is just to fucking good to pass up.” He settled back on the lounge chair, he’d wait till Genya left and make his move.

“You look upset.” Just as Genya suspected, you were sitting in the kitchen, helping yourself to their fridge. “I’m just annoyed, that’s all.” He smiled as shut the fridge, pizza from your lunch earlier in your hand. “It sucks, but you guys work well together. Hopefully the damage isn’t too time consuming to repair. If you need extra hands just call me.” You took a bite, wondering why Genya was looking at you funny.

You swallowed, “Gen, you look like you just got the news that you’re being shipped out to war. Are you sure nothing is wrong?” You took another bite, staring at him while you chewed. Under your gaze he nearly crumbled. “I’m just annoyed about this, that’s all.” He hoped you’d fall for the lie, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed again.

“It’s fucking annoying, I get that. But the quicker you leave the quicker you’ll be done. Go change!” He held back a groan, that wasn’t exactly the answer he wanted. You on the other hand had goosebumps trailing over your body, it seems the air conditioning was finally getting to you. All you wanted now was a warm shower, get the chlorine off your skin and hair. “Are the towels still in that cabinet?”

He nodded, before walking down the hall towards the staircase. “Yeah, everything is still in that cabinet. I only have men’s body wash though. You can check the guest room though, one of Sanemi’s flings may have left stuff there.” You rolled your eyes, Genya’s feet could be heard walking up the steps. “Okay.” You called back, taking a deep breath to try and cool your nerves.

You’d be in Sanemi’s home without Genya present only once before now, and you two didn’t even see each other for that brief thirty minutes. Now thought? You could be sharing his home for three hours or more. The possibilities were endless…but also unrealistic. It was a Thursday night after all, Sanemi probably had work in the morning. You shook your head, finishing your pizza slice as the back door slid open.

“Genya leave?” You jumped slightly, this was actually your first time alone in his presence. “N-no. He’s upstairs changing.” You mentally cursed yourself for the stutter, fidgeting slightly. “Oh, alright.” You deflated a little as he walked away, disappearing down the hall and up the stairs towards his own bedroom. “This is going to be so boring…” you mumbled as you leaned against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.

After what felt like an eternity, Genya made his way back down the stairs. “It’s all yours, be good.” He grabbed his keys off the counter, sliding them in his hoodie pocket. “Be good?” You raised an eyebrow, straightening to cross your arms in defense. “Yes, I’m leaving you alone with my brother. Be fucking good.” He was trying to seem intimidating like Sanemi, but he was falling a little flat.

“Oh yeah, cause tonight is going to be like one of those pornos. He’ll wait till you're gone, wait till I’m in the shower and catch me by surprise.” You rolled your eyes, giving him an ‘are you serious?’ kind of look. “Knowing Sanemi, you never fucking know. If he’s bored or horny enough, anyone will do.” Ouch. Your eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Oh? Cause it sure sounded like you did. Whatever Genya.” You stormed past him, feelings clearly hurt. “That’s not what I—fuck.” You were already flying up the stairs, leaving him alone with his own guilt. The phone buzzing in his back pocket was a reminder that he couldn’t stay. So, even though he didn’t want to, he made his way to the front door and out of the house. Dread filling him as he unlocked his car.

You on the other hand we’re standing in Genya’s bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. “He’s just stressed.” You couldn’t get your lower lip to stop wobbling. Rolling your eyes at your own sensitivity. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap.” The sun had worn you out, but you couldn’t do anything until you showered. Just as you turned to reach for the curtain you flinched.

“That’s right, he only has men’s stuff…” you would have to go check the guest room shower for some women’s products. You held your breath as you made your way out of his room and down the hall towards Sanemi’s. The guest room was just across from his. You were sneaking now, not even sure why but just afraid of being caught. As you reached for the door handle, movement caught your attention.

Sanemi’s door was opened just a bit, enough that you could see inside. You nearly squealed as you realized he had nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. It seems he was about to shower as well. You snapped yourself out of it, head flying back around to push the door open. You began to feel a throb between your legs, suddenly too excited for your own good.

You shook your head, walking into the bathroom of the guest room. “Jack pot!” You laughed softly as women’s shampoo and body wash sat half full on the counter. “I wonder what happened that they’d just leave their shit behind.” You grabbed the two bottles, turning to leave the room and nearly dropping them as a surprised scream left your lips. “What the fuck?!” Sanemi was standing in the doorway with his arms folded, shamelessly taking in your bikini clad body.

“That was cute.” He seemed unaffected by your clear shock, a smirk growing on his lips as his eyes moved up to your chest. “Really skimpy bathing suit you chose…did you wear it just for me?” No way, you were only joking when you said those things to Genya. Were they really about to happen? “Excuse me?” Your voice was steadier than it was in the kitchen ten minutes prior. “You heard me. I want to know if you wore this just for me…”

His hand reached out slightly but he stopped himself, eyes finally meeting yours. “No, I didn’t.” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Even though the butterflies in your stomach were telling you to. “I find that hard to believe.” He moved a little closer, only a foot of space separated the two of you now. You took a small step back, bumping into the bathroom countertop.

“Trying to run? That’s surprising…” he closed the little distance you had made. “What are you saying…” you clung to the bottles of soap, as if they’d somehow protect you. “Cut the shit, sweetheart. I know you want me. And you may or may not believe it, but I want you too. All these little stunts you pulled worked wonders.” He inches closer and your heart rate picks up.

“W-what are you…” the stutter again, your cheeks got hot. “I’m giving you what you want. Since my little brother is too dense to make a move, I’ll do something about it.” You blinked, clutching the bottles tighter…what did Genya have to do with this? “You’ll do something about it?” He was less than six inches away from you now.

“Sure am, I’m sure you don’t mind.” Five inches away at least, your chest was heaving out of pure shock. “I…I don’t…” he knew he got you, only four inches left, your hands were beginning to shake. “See? You don’t mind at all…I’ll take good care of you.” You 're leaning slightly, the countertop biting into your lower back. “Genya isn’t home, he won’t be home for hours. That means I have you all to myself.”

You held your breath as he closed the distance, two hands planting firmly on the cool countertop. He was leaning down slightly so he was level with you, eyes boring into your own. “So, what will it be?” You blinked at him, throat feeling impossibly dry. “H-huh…?” He smiled, forehead nearly touching yours. “What will it be? What do you want me to do… if you don’t want to do anything, I won’t force you.”

You blinked, weighing your options for only a moment before deciding. Instead of answering verbally, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You were shocked to hear a noise of surprise leave his lips, but as quickly as he made the noise, he recovered. He pulled away, forehead pressing to yours. After a second he smiled, one that seemed genuine.

His lips pressed to yours again, this time they were more needy. His hands pressed to the counter shifted to your waist. Both coming to you with the strings of your bikini bottom. When his chest bumped the cool plastic of the soap bottles he began to laugh. “Put these down…” his words were muffled against your lips. His hands pulled away from your bottoms reluctantly to try and pry the bottles away from you.

You let them go slowly, unsure of what to do with your hands once they were empty. For all the fantasizing you had done about this moment, you suddenly felt helpless. As the bottles were placed on the counter, his lips returned to yours. This time he didn’t hold back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your lips parted, Sanemi’s tongue slipping right in. Shakily, your hands came to rest on his shoulders, all the while he began tugging at your bottoms again.

You flinched slightly as he pushed you further into the countertop. Long fingers coming to squeeze the flesh of your hips before easily lifting you. You gasped as your nearly bare bottom hit the cool stone of the counter. “Better?” His words were muffled against your lips, his whole body straightening now that you were technically the same height.

You mumbled some sort of response, nerves making you too tense to actually relax into the kiss. Sanemi could sense your anxiety, hands running up your thighs to your hips and back again. His lips pulled away from yours reluctantly, instead trailing them along your cheek to just below your ear. He sucked on the skin softly, tongue lapping at the skin once he was satisfied with the bruise that was forming.

“We won’t get anywhere…” he sucked harshly, your pulse going a mile a minute under his lips “if you don’t relax a bit…” though he guessed a cold bathroom while you were already shivering probably wasn’t the best place to start this. Due to his words, you forced yourself to relax a little, arms wrapping around his neck and keeping him close. Luckily for you, he was warm, radiating it at that.

He snaked his arms up your body, both circling to your back and tugging at the string holding your top together. Nimble fingers undid the knot you had tightened, pulling the damp material off your body. You couldn’t help but shake slightly, not only was your chest exposed to Sanemi, but to the air conditioning as well. It was no surprise when your nipples were already hard. Arousal mixed with the cold making them feel almost painful.

“Cute…” he barely pulled away from your skin, white hair brushing your face as he looked down at your chest. His hands came back around, one taking the flimsy top with it to toss to the floor. The other cupped your breast, massaging the flesh. A shaky moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into his touch. Your whole body leaned into him without you realizing. “Such a good girl, you’re getting the hang of it.”

You felt your arousal start to pool in your gut at his praise. Sanemi noticed the way you were squirming, a smug smile creeping up his face. “You like that? You like being praised.” You could have combusted on the spot, arms tightening ever so slightly as if he’d just stop and walk away from you. “Use your words.” His hands trailed up your sides before taking a breast in each hand. “If you don’t start speaking up, I’ll never know what to do.” You rolled your eyes, “oh please of course you—oh…”

He cut you off completely as his lips suctioned to the column of your neck. Sucking so harshly you actually jumped a bit. “Y-you…you know what I want…” you felt breathless, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do I?” He pulled away with a smile, a bruise was already forming on your skin. He moved a little lower, repeating the same steps. “Oh don’t play dumb. You’re a heartbreaker…” you decided to keep the other part to yourself, now certainly wasn’t the time for cheesy jokes.

“I’m a heartbreaker? You’ve been listening to Genya too much.” He tugged on your nipple, a yelp leaving you as his lips traveled lower. “I’m h-hear often enough to know when you have girls over…” your head fell back, his lips were nearing your chest. “Oh? So you know what you’re in for?” He looked up at you, disappointment filling you as his lips never made it to your chest. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.” You tried to maintain the level of composure you had when his eyes weren’t locked on your face.

“Oh? So you haven’t heard them screaming for me?” You noticed him begin to shift his towel, swallowing thickly as you waited for it to drop. “Oh c’mon now, Genya would turn the TV on full blast to drown anything out.” You're a bit surprised that Sanemi thought you and his younger brother just sat around listening to him blow some random girl’s back out. “Is that so?” He seemed genuinely amused by that revelation. “It is.”

“How cute, Genya is such a pussy.” You blinked, certainly not expecting the conversation to take a turn. Better yet, you didn’t think you’d be having an actual conversation right now. “Instead of playing twenty questions, why don’t we get a move on. I’d like to see what you do to make girls scream so loudly.” You tried to get off the counter but Sanemi’s hands were right back on your waist, keeping you down. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“You’re doing a lot of talking and not enough touching. I think I can give myself a better time by taking a shower.” You didn’t know how you made it through that without cracking, you just wanted to make the man before you absolutely feral. “Oh? You think you're cheeky don’t you? Am I not moving fast enough for you, princess?” Instead of returning to your chest, his hands pulled at the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m trying to be nice, not treat you like a whore.”

He used his free hand to shove them down your bottoms, earning a harsh gasp in response. “But if you want to be treated like one, I’ll fucking treat you like one.” He used his free hand to push you back, head nearly hitting the mirror behind you. This new position gave him better access, two fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit. “How’s that? Hmm? Better for you?” His words were cold, fingers moving at a dizzying speed.

“Y—yeah…” your head hit the wall, eyes shutting as Sanemi’s finger sent waves of pleasure through you. “Oh? So you wanted to be treated like a stupid slut since the beginning. Probably should have known, especially with the way you were trying to seduce me. Even with Genya watching, how shameful.” He dipped lower, ghosting across your entrance and collecting the arousal on his fingertips. You hands tightened on the counter, one gripping its edge while the other tried to find stability on the smooth sink.

His fingers moved back up, circling your clit with even more fervor than before, a slick squelching noise now accompanying it. “Listen to that, nothing more than a needy bitch in heat.” You groaned, hating his choice of words. Nonetheless you didn’t stop him, allowing him to pull one of the strings keeping the bottoms together. At the sight of your partially exposed flesh he only moved quicker. Fingers abandoning your clit to pull apart the other strings on the opposite side. “You know what? Stand up.” He was dragging you off the countertop before you could even respond.

“What are you…” your bottoms were fully pulled off, discarded off to the side with your top. You were fully bare now, Sanemi’s eyes trailed over your frame, a smirk creeping up his lips. “Turn around.” Once again Sanemi gave you no time to actually respond, hands gripping your waist firmly and turning you to face the counter. You didn’t expect his hand to come up and grip your cheeks as hard as he did, but he forced your face to remain trained on the mirror. A smile creeping up his face before saying “this would be such a cute picture to send to Genya.”

The other hand that was on your waist moved up to squeeze your breast, the smile never faltering as you whined for him. “It’s a damn waste that neither of us have our phones right now. Really this would be cute.” His cheek pressed to the top of your head, after a second of looking over your reflection you realized his towel was slowly but surely slipping off his hips. “We’ll save that for another time.” You yelped as he pressed forward, you could clearly feel his cock through the towel.

“Let’s get a move on before you start running your mouth again.” He smiled at you one last time in the mirror before pressing you forward, not stopping until your breasts were squished against the countertop. You heard rustling behind you, face turning hot as you realised he had dropped to his knees. Sanemi’s breath was ghosting over your fully exposed cunt, two hands coming up to massage the flesh of your ass. “I mean really, I’ve been doing nothing but wasting both our time for the sake of working you up. As if you needed to be…”

You held your breath, waiting to feel his tongue against you. Instead you got a soft kiss pressed to the back of your thigh, then another and another…you could have burst into tears. This wasn’t exactly how you expected this to go. “Sanemi! Fucking come on!” You slammed your hand flat against the counter, forehead pressing into the mirror. “Taking it too far I see…” there was laughter in his voice, laughter that was so infuriating you could scream. Yet before you could open your mouth a second time, his tongue delved between your folds.

“Oh…” you relaxed, only encouraging Sanemi to continue. You whimpered as his hands tightened their grip on your ass, effectively keeping you in place. It seems he was finally calming down a bit with the teasing. Sanemi’s tongue remained focused on your clit, lapping hungrily at the sensitive bud. His nose - surprisingly - was adding to the stimulation due to the angle you were at. “S-Sanemi…” you whined, eyes shutting as you focused on the feeling of his tongue against your pulsing cunt.

For a second it hit you — Sanemi, your best friend’s big brother, had you bent over a bathroom counter while he ate you out. Your best friend’s big brother was fucking eating you out. For some reason that had you gasping, pleasure only intensifying as that realization echoed in your mind. This was really happening. His tongue only moved faster, lips suctioning around your cunt as he began to suck. The feeling made your jolt a little, moans tumbling from your lips as you finally began to feel your orgasm building up. “C-close” your voice was strained, knuckles turning white as you grasped the edge of the counter.

Sanemi’s tongue only worked harder, your legs started to feel like jelly despite most of your weight resting on the counter. He continued to suck, tongue flicking your clit in a rhythm that had tears threatening to well in your eyes. You clenched around nothing, breath hitching in your throat as you finally fell over the edge. As you came, Sanemi pulled away. Leaving you to twitch and clench around nothing as your orgasm fizzled into nothing. It wasn’t even satisfying. “W-what the fuck!” You straighten a little, turning to look at Sanemi on his knees behind you.

“You really think mouthing off to me was going to get you what you wanted?” His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, he stood, towel falling off as he stood. Your annoyance faded as his cock came into full view, he was massive, at least by your standards. Maybe eight or nine inches in length, but he was girthy, so much so you questioned if it would actually fit. He certainly had something to be proud of, the smug smirk on his face only fueled your certainty. “Oh? You want it don’t you?” You nodded without an ounce of shame, you wanted to do absolutely everything to it and you wanted him to do absolutely everything with it.

Something about that nod gave Sanemi new motivation, you just looked so innocent all of a sudden. You yelped as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you off the counter and straight to his chest. “I’m certainly not done yet, but I’d rather not continue this in the guest bathroom.” You nodded, you assumed he was implying to move this to his bedroom. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the two soap bottles you had originally come for. “Hold these.” You did as you were told, not expecting him to turn you around to face him once you did.

He said nothing, instead crouching down slightly to hook his arms under your ass and lift you. “S-Sanemi?!” You were suddenly over his shoulder, face staring at his back with both soap bottles still clutched in your arms. “Don’t worry, there for later.” He backed out of the doorway before turning. Luckily for you he thought ahead as to not smack your skull into something. You figured it would be a short walk, the pulsing between your legs becoming more persistent with each step he took. However, he made his way past his bedroom, going further down the hall.

You couldn’t imagine where he was taking you until he passed through the doorway. You landed on a plush bed a second later, blinking up at him only to gasp. “G-Genya‘d room?!” You used your hands to push yourself up, of all places…he wanted to fuck you in Genya’s bed. “What sort of sadistic shit are you into?!” He was still silent, smiling down at you with that same cocky grin. One that sent a chill down your spine as your needs only grew stronger. After a moment, Sanemi’s eyes left yours, noticing your phone on the nightstand. “Perfect.” His words had a drawl to them, one that made you swallow and squeeze your thighs shut.

“What are you…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, your phone was in his hand and after a second you heard the familiar click of your camera. Your hands shot up to cover your breasts, a shocked expression settling on your features. “Oh don’t be so shy, it’s your phone after all.” He had a point, but you didn’t budge. “They’re just gifts for Genya.” He clicked again as you gasped, “you wouldn’t!” You leaned forward completely, looking up at him through your lashes as he groaned. “Just like that, I think Genya would love this angle.” He chuckled as you reached for your phone, not even realising how close you had come to his erection.

As your eyes lowered, another picture snapped. A second later your phone was tossed by the pillows, Sanemi’s hands cupped your cheeks to pull your face closer to his as he bent down. His kiss was far more hungry than the previous ones were, slowly pushing you back against the mattress as he crawled on top of you. The warmth of his body made you forget all about the goosebumps that were running across your skin, arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him flush against you. You let out a shaky moan when his cock pressed against your abdomen. As badly as you wanted him, you still were hesitant to know if he’d even fit.

“I’m sure Genya has lube somewhere.” He spoke against your lips, making you wonder how he had read your mind. “He’d know…” you whined as he pulled away just enough for you to catch your breath. “He’d know? What do you not want him to know?” He was being sarcastic, “do you want him to know?” You blinked up at him, watching him shift his weight so he was on his knees. Your waist was caged between his muscular thighs. “You think I’m going to hide? It’s my home, my choice. Genya was too much of a coward to do shit about it.” Your eyes trailed lower once more, his cock looked irritated now, the tip oozing with precum.

“Open your mouth.” A million thoughts ran through your mind as you did as he said. What didn’t cross your mind, however, was him spitting in your mouth. Yet again you drew another laugh from Sanemi as you jumped, swallowing before he even asked you too. “Good girl, especially when your mouth is occupied.” He seemed conflicted for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. “Squeeze your tits together.” Obedient as ever, you did it with no hesitation. “Shit, yeah I think I’ll go with this option first.” You blinked, Sanemi’s hand pushed on your forehead so your head was laying flat, hands still squeezing your breasts together.

“Spread them.” You kept your grip tight and spread them like he asked. It still caught you by surprise when he spit, coating your sternum in the slick substance. “Squeeze them together again.” A lazy grin appeared on his face as you looked at him, eyes wide with anticipation for what he’d do next. Truly he didn’t understand how Genya lasted so long. He finally stopped neglecting his cock, spitting for a third time in his hand before wrapping it around his tip.

“I think you’ll look cute in white.” You whined, watching him toy with himself until his cheeks turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. After what felt like an eternity, he positioned himself between your breasts, pushing forward slowly. “Oh…” a gasp left him, one that made your clit pulse with arousal. He was absolutely shameless, eyes focusing on his cock thrusting in and out between your breasts. The tip coming dangerously close to your mouth as you had lifted your head to watch him. “I’ve been…ha….waiting to try this… with the right person…” his head fell forward, thighs twitching as a majority of his weight rested on them.

“But honestly… none of them excited me…” his thrusts were steady now, moaning as you stuck your tongue out to ghost his head each time he thrusted forward. “You though? Fuck. You have endless possibilities.” The compliment drew a whiny moan from your lips, only fueling Sanemi to move quicker. “You really are something else…shit… I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when he brought you home.” His cheeks were flushed, eyes lidded and lips shiny with his own saliva. He looked ready to burst, eyes trained on yours to gauge your every reaction.

“I was amazed that someone like you found any sort of interest in my little brother…ha…” he stopped talking, falling forward so both hands rested on either side of your head. His thrusts were sloppier, he was close. That realization caused praises to leave your lips, he must be more sensitive because of the pent up lust. “Come on…cum for me Sanemi…” you squeezed your breasts together just a little tighter, earning a groan in response. “You’re close…I can tell…cum for me please. I want it so bad.” You drew out your words, voice deepening slightly to a more sultry tone. “Shit.” His hips stuttered and your eyes closed instinctively, white ropes painting your face as he came.

Only a little landed on your tongue and lips, as if he purposely meant to cover your cheeks in white. “D-don’t touch anything…” your hands froze halfway to your face, aiming to wipe your eyes. After a second you heard the familiar clicks of your phone’s camera. “Really…” you began to laugh, after a moment Sanemi said you could move. You wiped your eyes as Sanemi shifted his weight off of you. Unknown to you he was searching for his contact, sending himself every picture he had taken so far. “Good to know…” he said it more so to himself, pleased that his little trick to unlock phones without the need for a passcode still worked.

“What?” You were sitting up now, Sanemi was standing at the side of Genya’s bed, tossing your phone to the side. “Nothing.” A yelp left your lips as he grabbed both ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.” You were flat on your back again, a bit disappointed that he didn’t seem interested in switching positions at all. “I would hope not…” you suppress a smirk, watching his eyes widen as you mouthed off back to him. “What did I say about talking like that? You don’t want to have another unsatisfying orgasm now, do you?” He lowered, bending over you so your lips were centimeters apart.

“N-no I don’t want that…” you swallowed, debating on moving your head forward to meet his lips. “Good.” Sanemi closed the distance instead, one hand cupping your face while the other guided your legs around his waist. You followed quickly, ankles crossing to keep yourself secure. Sanemi’s hand moved to his already hardening cock again, pumping himself a few times and grimacing slightly at the stickiness. You tensed a bit when you felt his head press to yojt entrance, his lips parting from yours. “You’re not a virgin, right?” He didn’t care either way, but he wanted to at least be prepared to walk you through this if it was your first time.

You shook your head, you had a fair share of hookups and relationships, nothing like Sanemi though. Experience wise you felt you may as well be a virgin when comparing yourself to him. “Okay, good…” he smiled, kissing you again but this time it was a little sweeter. That eased your nerves a bit, but still, his size was nothing like you have had before. That’s what was worrying you. Especially the lack of preparation, nothing more than his tongue had toyed with your entrance so far. “I want to see how much you can handle…don’t worry… I’ll go slow.” There it was, that more sadistic side shining through.

When Sanemi felt you shake slightly, he toned it down, lips pressing to your ear. “I promise, just say the word and I’ll stop if it’s too much.” You nodded, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you waited for him to move. Sanemi’s lips pressed to yours again, hand still wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into you. You whimpered against his lips, the stretch burned but it was bearable. At least you thought it was until he began telling you to breathe. You forced air back into your lungs, as you exhaled he pushed further. “Oh my fucking…” your head pressed further into Genya’s mattress, nails raking up Sanemi’s back.

He was only half way in, your walks stretching to accommodate his size. “You’re doing so well.” His voice was hoarse, you were gripping him like a vice, so warm and wet, he was beginning to see stars. “A-am I?” You wailed, not meaning to cry out as loud as you did. “You are…” he pushed further, just a bit more and he’d bottom out. You didn’t even realize tears were sliding down your cheeks, not until Sanemi began kissing them away. After a moment you realized his hips were pressed to the back of your thighs, he had bottomed out. “Not so bad…right?” He was laughing softly, hands moving to push your legs further to your chest. “I’m going to move.” As much as he wanted to wait until you were ready, he just couldn’t help himself.

You gasped as he pulled out half way, moving his lips right back in a second later. The more he moved, the more you realized how full you felt. “Oh…oh…” your nails dragged along his shoulders, body being pressed further into the mattress as all his weight resided on you. Sanemi was nothing compared to anyone you had before, he wasn’t even comparable to any of them. “Feels fucking good…doesn’t it?” He was panting softly, hips finding a steady rhythm as your walls pulsed around him. “You’re everything I could have hoped for and more.” He loved watching your face morph with the praise he gave you. You yelped as his cock brushed your cervix, he was focusing more so on speed rather than depth.

“Tell me how good you feel, y/n. I want to know how well I’m fucking you.” He was focused on your face, your heaving chest and the way your tits bounced each time he bottomed out. “I-I feel…” you gasped, eyes going blurry for a moment as he brushed the spot that had you seeing stars. “So..good.” Your words were slightly slurred, nails only digging further into his skin as if it would keep you grounded in reality. “Sanemi~” you were starting to lose yourself, not holding back on any noises you made. There was no one else around to hear them after all. “Yeah? Keep going, I want to hear more.” He switched positions, your arms falling from his shoulders as he straightened.

Your legs remained around his waist, but now you were fully exposed as he towered over you. He let go of one leg, so you replaced his arm with your own to keep it up. All the while he bottomed out completely, not moving as he reached for something you couldn’t see. “You look so hot.” He smiled as you waited to hear the clicks from your camera, instead you heard the small ding of a video starting to record. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you looked like, you hadn’t even bothered to wipe his cum off the rest of your face. Tears and cum were streaking your face just like you imagined, but the video he was taking was more so focused on where he disappeared inside of you.

He began thrusting again, now instead of speed he was focusing on how deep he hit with each thrust. Sanemi smirked as the video caught your hand tightening in Genya’s comforter, scrunching the material harshly as you cried out. Each thrust shook the bed now, tears rushing down your cheeks as you felt as if you were about to burst, “tell me y/n, I’m waiting to hear how good I fuck your tight cunt.” You wailed, walls clenching sporadically as you tried to fulfil his request. You thought of all the things you could say that you knew got men going in the past, but half the time you barely meant any of those words. Sanemi however was a different story, so it only made sense when the words you spoke next tumbled from your lips.

“So good, you’re doing so good…better than any guy I’ve ever fucked. They don’t even come close…” you moaned as his other hand left your leg, letting it fall limply to the side as he pinched your clit. “Is that so? I better fucking be.” He groaned as you sputtered around him, you were so close that you didn’t even realize it. “Gonna cum for me? Come on now, cum on my cock.” His thrusts began picking up in speed, still hitting just a deep with each thrust. “Gonna cum…” your words were slurred, barely eligible, and Sanemi loved ever fucking second of it. You felt like you were going to burst, your orgasm building in a way you had never felt before. With each pinch on your clit perfectly timed with each thrust, you were gasping for breath as it finally hit you.

Much to Sanemi’s delight, he caught you squirting all over him and Genya’s bed on camera. The sight alone was enough to make him feel weak in the knees, there was something so special about you. Something that made it feel like it was his very first time doing any of this to a woman. “Fuck…look at you making a mess.” His hips never slowed, even when you clenched so tightly he couldn’t barely move for a moment. If it wasn’t for the mess you made causing him to slip in and out with ease, he probably would have faltered. At this point you weren’t even sure what you were saying, incoherent noises and words tumbling from your lips. Ironically they only made Sanemi move quicker.

“Look at you, all sorts of cock drunk because of me.” He stopped recording a second later, tossing your phone to the side to focus on chasing his own orgasm. You rode out your orgasm, quickly becoming overstimulated but too lost to even try and vocalize it. “I’m going…I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.” That woke you up a bit, eyes widening considerably. “Fill you up nice and full…ha…yeah I bet Genya would fucking love that.” He kept thrusting, nearly pushing you further up the bed as he moved. “How fucking shameful. You fuck your best friend’s older brother…and he knocks you up.”

You wailed some sort of response, the idea of Sanemi getting you pregnant was getting you in the mood for another round even though the current one wasn’t finished yet. “You fucking freak, you like the idea don’t you.” He could feel his cock twitching between your walls, he was close. “I-I do…” you weren’t even embarrassed, the overstimulation was quickly changing from pain to pleasure, shockwaves of your orgasm still making your walls convulse. “Cum inside of me, please Sanemi…” for a moment he wished he had kept recording, those words were what threw him over the edge. You flinched as he buried himself, pressing against your cervix almost painfully as he spilled inside of you.

His hips rocked slowly now, breathless gasps slipping past his lips. Silence fell over the two of you as Sanemi caught his breath, flushed face looking at your own. “Everything you hoped it would be?” He began to chuckle as you sleepily nodded. “I need a shower.” Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you at that, “yeah, I think we do.” He pulled out of you slowly, frowning slightly as his release began to leak out of you. “I’ll go…get the shower started.” You flinched slightly, not realizing how sore you were until you stood. “I’ll be right there.” He winked at you, making your cheeks feel hot as you grabbed both soap bottles and scurried off to Genya’s bathroom.

Sanemi waited until the shower turned on, reaching for your phone once more to send himself the video he had taken. Shortly after he saw it was delivered, he deleted all the messages. He smiled to himself, tossing your phone onto Genya’s bed once more before heading towards the bathroom. You were already in the shower at that point, relieved to finally be rinsing the chlorine out of your hair. “Mind if I join.” An attempt to be cheeky, you only rolled your eyes, pushing the curtain aside to allow him in. You shifted forward in an attempt to allow him room under the water, instead he pulled you back to him. “I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” You shivered despite the hot water cascading down your frame.

“Is that so?” You smiled as you repeated a line from earlier. “I’m not done with you yet either, Sanemi.” You turned in his arms, pressing yourself to his chest and getting on your tiptoes to try and kiss him. Just as he leaned forward to meet you, you returned to your normal height. Waiting for his eyes to reopen before falling to your knees. “I think you deserve this… but I’d also like a redo. Since you so kindly left me hanging earlier.” He wasn’t even hard yet, so you began placing soft kissing along his shaft. Your tongue slowly circled around his tip, you realized after a moment that you were tasting the bitter mix of your cum mixed with his. After a few seconds he began to twitch to life, within a minute he was fully hard. “What did I tell you… you do wonderful things to me, pretty girl.”

You smiled at the praise, hand wrapping around his base to properly start sucking him off. Sanemi realized after a moment he was itching to have your phone again, he wanted to capture every single one of your firsts as if they wouldn’t happen again. He was by no means afraid of Genya’s reaction, he wasn’t even going to keep it a secret. “Oh my fucking…” he gasped as you took him half way, jaw slack and cheeks warm as you swallowed around him. He seemed awestruck that you even managed to fit that much in. The sore jaw would be worth it every time if you could see that shocked look in his eyes. Your tongue struggled to swirl around him, instead you relied on bobbing your head back and forth. Your tongue glides along the underside of his cock with each movement of your head.

“You’re so good at this…there is no way you let another guy experience this…” a pang of jealousy hit Sanemi, the idea of you on your knees for any other man made him furious. What made it worse, was the idea of Genya experiencing this. “Ain’t no fucking way…” Sanemi’s back hit cool tiles, leaving you to move forward as result. You moaned around him as two hands came to bury in your wet hair, massaging your scalp as a way to encourage you to keep going. This time you could actually feel him twitching, still sensitive from his orgasm only a few minutes prior. You used your fist to pump the rest of him, keeping it in rhythm with your mouth. You wanted to properly taste him this time, having already rinsed your face off before he joined you.

“Fuck…” was the only warning you received from him, cum shooting down your throat as he came in record time. He wasn’t even slightly embarrassed, no one had gotten him to come that quickly before and he wasn’t found to try and extend it. You pulled off of him with a pop as he began softening in your mouth, licking your lips as you did. “Was that okay?” Sanemi helped you up, pulling you to his chest and running his hands up your back. “Fucking perfect.” He missed the top of your head, slowly straightening off the tiles to guide you both under the hot water. “I still have to repay you for the shitty job I did the first time.” He mumbled against the top of your head. “That can wait for another time.” You didn’t want to wait, but you were certain he was feeling as tired as you were.

“No, it can’t. How about this…you wash your hair, I’ll get to work.” This time he was the one falling to his knees, your face feeling warm despite the steam filling the bathroom. “O-okay.” You reached for the bottles you had set on the small ledge, dumping some of the contents into your palm as Sanemi massaged your thighs. After a moment of staring you yelped, a harsh smack to your ass making you jolt forward against his face. “Get to scrubbing.” He licked along your outer lips, sucking on the tender flesh until you listened to what he told you to do. The moment you began working the soap into your scalp, his tongue slipped between slick folds. Just as you had tasted before, Sanemi was now tasting the mix of your cum with his own.

You tried to hold your breath, hoping they would keep the noises from spilling out. You were struggling to keep your focus on your hair, massaging your scalp with less and less effort as pleasure racked your already sensitive clit. “Easy there…” Sanemi’s hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you stable as you began to sway under his touch. “Eh…’m trying…” your adrenaline was wearing off on you at the worst moment. Suds began slipping down your back, forcing you off balance even more as you leaned back to rinse the soap out. Each flick of Sanemi’s tongue had you jolting, you were already feeling the build up of your third orgasm. “S…s…Nemi…” you whined, the hot water paired with his tongue was surprisingly soothing.

“I got you…” he returned as quickly as he left, lips sucking eagerly on your abused clit. It was hitting the point that Sanemi was the one nearly supporting all of your weight, tired muscles starting to whine in protest but he paid them no mind. You clenched around nothing, silently praying he’d add a finger or two. That was the only part of him you had yet to feel, and even though you were certain they’d be nothing compared to his cock…you still wanted it. “…more…” you whined softly, eyes shutting as you hoped he’d keep you stable. “So needy…” he knew what you wanted of course, but if he let go of one of your thighs you may fall. So instead he started sucking, between each motion he’d tell you there was always time for more later.

As you came for a third time, you doubled over, hands burying in Sanemi’s hair as your legs threatened to fully give out. “So tired…” you mumbled as he stood, hands running up your body in order to support you until he was fully standing with you pressed to his chest. “I can see that…let’s clean up and get you to bed.” You nodded feebly, eyes opening slowly to at least try and help Sanemi clean. It made sense to you why he made you wash your hair first, he must have known you were going to crash. Each orgasm took more and more out of you, leaving you a mumbling puddle in Sanemi’s arms. You barely remembered the rest of the shower, the next thing you knew you were being wrapped in a warm towel.

The cool tile of the countertop underneath you was the only thing that jarred you enough to make you open your eyes fully. You watched as Sanemi dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before looking at you. “Let’s dry your hair a bit, I don’t want you getting cold because of wet hair in an air conditioned room.” There was something so soft and intimate about Sanemi towel drying your hair, doing his best to wrap the towel around it and keep it secure. “Good for now.” He kissed your forehead, guiding your arms over his shoulders as he picked you up. “You sure it’s okay…” your voice was muffled as your face squished to his shoulder.

“Of course it is.” You didn’t need to open your eyes to know you were being carried back towards Sanemi’s room. Part of you wanted to laugh at the fact that he chose his little brother’s room to fuck you. How fucked up is that? You were far too tired to be concerned about all of that now, that was an issue for when you woke up. The last things you remember were Sanemi’s hands pulling your towel off, tucking you under his soft sheets and kissing your temple. “I’ll be back in a second.” You mumbled some sort of okay before giving in to your body’s needs.

Sanemi on the other hand was making his way down the hall back to Genya’s room, grabbing your phone before turning to head back. He fully intended on leaving Genya’s room in a slightly dishevelled state, smug satisfaction filling him as he entered his room and locked the door. Before Sanemi gave in to sleep, there was something he absolutely needed to do. He set your phone on his nightstand, reaching for his own after the fact. Tapping the screen revealed all the messages “you” had sent him. His eyes eagerly took in everything he had taken, he decided it would be best to send the video first.

Genya set his tool down as his phone buzzed, Sanemi’s contact lighting up the screen. He’d only been gone for about two hours at this point, his stomach dropped as he slid open the message

Nemi: Here's some jerk off material for ya.

Attached to the text was a video file, one that made Genya’s stomach drop. “I’ll be right back, Zenitsu, Tanjiro.” He was standing up and walking out the door before they could even respond. His hands were shaking, eyes locked on the blurry thumbnail to the video attached. Without even clicking play, he could already tell it was someone’s body. “No fucking way, no… I knew I should have never left you alone with him.”

Genya pushed the men’s room door open, storming down to the furthest stall. He was absolutely livid and he hadn’t even seen the video's context. For all he fucking knew, it could be some random girl he invited over. Then again that was just wishful thinking. He took a deep breath, making sure his volume was low before he clicked play. It was exactly as he feared, you were flat on your back, legs pressed to your chest. He was frozen, watching the video play out, your face was only visible for a moment but it was clearly covered in something. The majority of the video was focused on where his brother kept disappearing and reappearing inside of you.

He was horrified, the low volume only granted him some of the noises you were making, but it was unmistakably your voice. Your voice screaming his brother’s name. The video itself was only about a minute long, “please for fuck sake at least be wearing protection.” He watched Sanemi’s dick pull out nearly half way, sure enough there was no sign of a condom. His older brother had fucked his best friend…raw. He could have thrown up at the thought. Yet he still watched the video in full, dick shamelessly twitching to life.

“Fuck…” he couldn’t get over how cute your whines sounded. The video ended abruptly, leaving Genya to stare at himself through the black screen. Genya stayed still, once Sanemi saw he had read the texts, there were a series of pictures waiting for him when he closed the video. He couldn’t breathe, not when he was staring at such lewd photos of you. He swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself, especially when he was being suffocated in such a small bathroom stall. He had to simply ignore the persistent twitch between his legs.

Genya: didn’t I fucking tell you to stay away?

Nemi: You did, I didn’t listen.

Genya: fucking clearly.

Nemi: notice anything about those pictures? The video maybe?

Genya: the fact that you fucked my best friend raw??

Nemi: look closer.

After a moment of studying, Genya realized.

Genya: you fucked her on my bed?????

Nemi: on your bed…in the guest bathroom…in your shower. Probably in my own bed too once she wakes up.

Genya clicked off his phone, contemplating if it would be worth throwing it against the wall. He decided against it, shoving his phone in his hoodie pocket and storming out of the bathroom stall. He was livid for a few reasons, ironically the picture and video weren’t even the main reason. The main reason was the fact that he was incredibly turned on. How was he supposed to focus on the stupid fucking project when he was painfully hard.

“I’m going to fucking kill both of them.” He swallowed, making his way to the row of sinks. He braced himself on the counter, one image in particular was haunting him, your face covered in his big brother’s cum. He turned on the skin a moment after, cold water pouring from the faucet. Genya would spend another ten minutes in the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water in hopes of calming down. His pride was already hurt, there was no way he was getting off alone in a bathroom stall.

Sanemi on the other hand was comfortable under his blankets, pulling you to his chest. Sure it was a dirty move doing such a thing to his little brother, but he knew Genya well enough that the younger boy would just take it. It was cruel really, but at the moment Sanemi couldn’t care less. Not when he finally had you in his bed, wrapped in his arms.