🔗🤍

truly thinking about how its gotten much colder outside, and your friends— well, one of them was your plug, but now a slight friends with benefits, are constantly at your house just playing the game with each other.

hakari and todo only knew each other through the gym, becoming gym bros. plus, they did in a way click— todo and hakari seeing each other’s passion for something spoke volumes.

it didnt get weird until todo blabbed his big mouth with the thought of you cuddling up against him, because he was better at taking care of you.

in a way.. he was slightly correct. he had more time, didnt own a fight club so he didnt have any money on his head. but— kinji was livid, he could take care of you just fuckin’ fine! money would never be an issue with you, but you annoyed the shit out of him with not wanting the money.

“you dont just see me with money issues and throw them at me, i want to actually figure it out instead of a man fixing it always.” those words irritated him to no end, but he did understand. money would never be an issue, he understood your needs and wants and didnt see you as just some damsel in distress.

a loud thudding in your room is was stopped todo from walking past, the very obvious sound of muffled moans and grunts behind your door. slowly, he cracked the door open— seeing your ass in the air with your head pushed into the fluffy grey pillows.

the pillows todo bought you.

you looked too beautiful for words, but so small compared to hakari— who looked like he’d been so pissed at you, but a small smirk on his lips. “ya seem lost, todo.” he chuckled, wrapping your dark locks around his fist and pulling your flushed face to see todo’s in the doorway. “she loves when she gets cock from her daddy, isnt that right, doll?” he cooed, feeling your drenched pussy clamp.

todo wanted to be pissed, in a way, he was… but seeing how small you were versus hakari— and possibly himself? it made him feel.. heated in a way.

“yer’ feelin’ it,” hakari grinned, his hands gripping your hips and forcing you back onto his creamy cock. “that heat in your chest, that passion— that passion to feed her your cock.” he mused, his hand going from your hair to your jaw. “say ‘ah’, pretty baby.” he ordered.

you open wide, your wet tongue feeling the rooms’ air.

“fuck,” todo came to you, going to his knees and connecting your lips with his. he tasted like his average mint and something sweet, but you couldnt care of what to figure it out— not when his tongue was practically claiming your mouth as your spit dribbled out from your lips. “open again, pumpkin.”

you do as your told, watching as he fished his cock out and slapped it against your tongue. “fuuck,” todo croaked, sliding his length inside and his eyes rolled back int his skull. “fuck, you feel like—“

“heaven.” hakari finishes, pressing on your back to deepen the arch. “taking two big cocks at the same time, doll? didnt think you could..” he muttered, puckering his lips and spitting where his cock gets swallowed by your pussy. “makin’ daddy so proud, look at you go…” he watched in amazement as you swallowed todo whole, keeping with the pace hakari started , bouncing on his cock.

todos hand cradled the side of your head, guiding back and forth on his length— the obscene sound of slurping and gagging and skin slapping making your eyes roll and toes curl. “oh pumpkin,” he panted, a sinister grin forming. “didnt know you had such a dirty mind, calling kinji ‘daddy?’” he asked, his thrusts a little more harder. “can you call me that with yer’ mouth so full?”

you flutter your lashes and look up at him, not even attempting but you were so close, just needing your clit touched.

you move your hand down to your pussy, knowing exactly where and how you need to be touched— but hakari moves his hips in a different angle and thrust hard, making you yelp and almost collapse. “dont,” he warns, slapping your ass and moving his hips slower to ease the ache. “daddys got you, let daddy take care of you.”

without a second thought, he flips you both onto his back, your back to his chest and looking to his gym buddy. “fuck her with me.”

your eyes pop out, “w—what?” you choke, feeling hakari’s cock twitch and todo’s cock jump in excitement.

todo didn’t waste any time, his dripping cock pressing against your pussy and hakari’s cock slightly. “go slow, todo.” hakari reminds him. “shes always soo tight when shes aching and begging, arent you pretty baby?” he asks, kissing the shell of your ear and gently thrusting into you.

todo slowly pushes in, having enough sense to reach over to the bedside table and grabbing the bottle of lube to drizzle a dollop. he moves slow, but sure enough— you have two cocks inside of your stuffed pussy.

you squirm, the feeling of being so full and stretched enough makes it so overwhelming and out of control.

“think you can call me daddy now, baby?” todo asks, pulling his hips back slowly and pushing back in. you roll your eyes, trying your best to get some relief to your clit. hakari slaps your hand away.

“dont make me tell you again, little girl.” he growls, reaching around and pinching your clit. “or you can get my cock in yer’ ass this time and never again in your pussy.” he warns, making you cry out and moan.

“s—sorry daddy,” you mewl, being cut off by todo with a claiming kiss.

todo seems to make it his life’s mission with hakari to find that one spot that makes your heart flip flop in your chest, both hands on your hips and thighs to spread you open, and your scream when they both find it.

“feel that?” kinji husks out, tweaking your nipples and kissing your jaw. “thats her g-spot, she doesnt get fully satisfied unless you play with her clit, too.”

todo nods, his thumb drawing circles on your clit, and thrusting into that spot like a depraved man needing his last breath. “come on my cock, pumpkin, fuck—“ he grunts, feeling your walls contract and clamp onto both of their cocks, wetting hakari’s thighs and the bedding.

“there ya go, good fuckin’ girl.” hakari praises, kissing your cheek and holding you in place. “fuck, daddy’s gonna reward you later,” he grins, angling his hips just a little bit before chipping away at your heat along with todo.

“not unless i do it, kin.” todo challenges, matching pace with hakari and a soft creek of the bed make you remember where you are again. “fuck, baby—“

two very masculine moans spilling from their lips makes your toes curl, hakari’s forearms squeezing around your middle and todo’s hands on your hips are going to leave fucking bruises tomorrow. you relax, heavy breathing coming from your plush lips and they both kiss your neck. “could get used to this..” you mumble, earning a chuckle from your gambler.

“you’ll always get that jackpot, baby—“

a knock at your door had all three of you freezing, a cold chill running through your spine and dread.

“hey, me and yuuji left some of our shit in here, just came to grab it—“ megumi.. of all people, megumi opens the door and three pairs of eyes swing to him. “oh.”

But not you. It was charming how devoted he was to Takada, indicative of his ability to devote himself to anything and you quickly saw that same level of dedication to you and your interests as you spent time with him. He asked questions and sent you posts he saw about the games that you played or shows that you watch, offering once to catch up on four seasons of a show to watch season five with you when it came out. Where initially you would’ve considered that it was a bit soon in a relationship to be as locked in as he was, you learned that Aoi Todo gave his all in everything he did. 

Which led to where you were now, letting him into your dorm room after a day separated by classes and his rugby practice. Where normally you wouldn’t be antsy about him coming over freshly showered, your morning had gotten off to a rocky start courtesy of a morning erection and exploring hands that made your anxiety skyrocket due to your own inexperience with any contact beyond heavy petting while making out. The thought of making you uncomfortable in any regard was not a good feeling for him, and him thinking that he made you uncomfortable was not what you wanted at all – because it wasn’t him or anything he did, you just got nervous and that was not something he had to apologize for. 

“Missed you today,” he murmurs, kissing you chastely as he removes his shoes to leave them by your door. “How was class?”

“Class was alright,” you respond, your eyes catching a new blooming mark on his shoulder as he takes his jacket off. “I just got back from studying with Nobara and Maki.”

“No Yuuji?”

“No, he and Fushiguro were at the gym I think, but they were all talking about grabbing food tonight if you want to come with.” 

“Are we going to talk about this morning?”

“I’d like to. We kinda left it on a weird note and I don’t want things to stay weird over something so small.”

“I should’ve asked before I just touched,” he comments, following behind you as you head towards your small bedroom. “I’m sorry for that.”

“No, that’s not what freaked me out so please don’t apologize and never stop touching me.” He grins at that, testing the waters with a hand on your side as he kicks the door shut behind him. “I’ve never- uh, I haven’t really done anything with another person before. So I got nervous when your hand went into my shorts like that because I didn’t know what to do but I wanted to keep going.”

“I get that,” he assures, leaning in to kiss your cheek and lingering there as you lean into him more. “Do you want to have a sex talk?”

“I think we should. I felt bad this morning about you feeling bad about potentially making me uncomfortable and I want to clear all of that up for sure.”

“So you haven’t had sex with anyone?”

“No. Not even like hand or mouth stuff. But I have experimented with myself a bit.”

“Toys?”

You don’t respond immediately, instead turning to your dresser and opening the top drawer to reveal the two devices that you’d bought almost immediately upon moving for school. A rabbit vibrator and rose toy lay waiting for their next use, both an inviting red color that signified intimacy.

“First act of freedom and privacy,” you state, cheeks warm as he looked at them. “Not living with my parents means I can do what I want, when I want. I had the thought that I was going to slut it up in college but instead I’m studying insanely and clamming up when guys look at me for too long.”

“Not me, though,” he says with a smile, and you shrug as you drop into your desk chair. “At least, not anymore.”

That was true. After just a couple weeks of dating Aoi Todo, you leaned into his gaze and basked in his adoration. He wanted you, but that wasn’t as scary as the way others had looked at you with a similar desire. His gaze was intense, but held a tenderness when it was pointed at you rather than the feeling of being undressed (the rest of the rugby team excelled at the latter). It was difficult to explain how you let the massive third-year student break down the walls of anxiety that came with being new to a university, but with every day that went by you were grateful that you did. 

Aoi taught you a lot about being unapologetically yourself and, while you were still getting comfortable with ignoring the people around you if you didn’t have interest in them, you appreciated the gentle praise and loud acknowledgment of his interest in you. 

“I haven’t been with anyone either,” he confesses, sliding your dresser drawer closed and turning to face you properly. “Besides my hand and a toy of my own.”

You almost don’t believe him, but you know better than to think he’d ever lie to you. Not even to protect your feelings, as he had very little to gain from a lie that would eventually be found out and fracture your trust. But it didn’t make much sense. He was vocal about his type, was the star of the school’s rugby team with an insane physique and an insane amount of people practically throwing themselves at him for his attention. Not once had he taken advantage of that? 

“That surprises you?”

“Well, yeah. You're hot, Aoi.”

He grins at the compliment, crossing your small room in two easy strides to stand before you. To look up at his imposing figure would frighten most people, even if he was wearing a pink Tall Idol Takada shirt, but you had the honor of watching the big man kneel before you and look up at you with his hands resting gently on your thighs. 

“I was originally saving myself for her,” he states, squeezing your legs before resting his chin in the space dip between your thighs. You don’t need to ask who it was he was saving himself for, as Takada is always the answer to questions like that. “But now I understand that I was saving myself for you.”

You. 

Statements like that occurred a lot. Aoi Todo believed you were his soulmate and as the weeks went on you had started to believe it too. Anyone else would probably minimize it to young people making the mistakes young people made when they were in love for the first time, enjoying the honeymoon phase of a relationship without much experience to rely on. But it was hard not to believe in him being your soulmate when he said things like that all the time. 

“But do you want to have sex with me at some point?”

“I think I’d like that a lot,” you murmur, pushing your fingers into his hair before releasing it from the bun he’d had it in. “As long as you want to have sex with me.”

“What do you think I was dreamin’ about this morning?” 

It’s tempting to tell him that it could’ve been Takada, as most things could be assumed that they were Takada related when it brought him any sort of joy or pleasure, but you resist the temptation and instead meet him halfway in a kiss that was significantly more relaxed than the one he’d given you upon his arrival. 

He lifts you with ease as he stands, easily depositing you onto your bed with his knee separating your legs. Your hands keep him close to you as his own warm hand slips up your shirt to cup your breast through your bra. 

“If you don’t like something, you gotta tell me,” he instructs, taking that opportunity to free your breast from the cup of your bra and give it a gentle squeeze. “We’re learning what works together.”

“Y-yeah, of course.” you whisper, helping him get your shirt off completely and parting your legs wider to let him settle between them. “Same to you, Aoi.”

He nods, watching as you reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra to give him free access to your chest. His eyes drag over your skin slowly, almost as if he was trying to memorize every pore in detail as his hand continues to idly knead at your breast. If it were anyone else you’re sure you’d feel more nervous, afraid that they were picking out flaws rather than appreciating what was before them. “Could look at you forever,” he murmurs before he leans in to take your other breast into his mouth. His tongue flicks over and swirls around your nipple as he sucks at your skin, your other nipple being attended to by his thumb and forefinger. It’s not the most coordinated, but it feels nice to have him paying attention to you like this as his hips grind into your own. You don't know what to do with your own hands, deciding to rest one at the back of his head to hopefully encourage him to keep going and keep your other hand out of his way. 

“What toy do you have?”

He grunts against your skin, likely the equivalent of a question mark, looking up at you to see you looking down at him. You repeat the question, prompting him to release your nipple with a wet sounding pop! that sounded lewder in person than it had in the videos you’d seen. 

“A bit delayed asking about that, angel,” he teases, kissing between your breasts before he trails down your stomach. “I guess I have two, not one. I got a fleshlight and then I have a plug.”

“Like for your ass?”

“Yeah. Feels nice to have that while I’m fucking the flashlight or my hand.” He unbuttons your jeans easily, the zipper sliding down slowly with his eyes steadily locked on yours — not at all deterred by your inquiries, as if he knew that talking was helping you feel less nervous. “You should try it, I’ll buy you one of your own if you want to give it a shot.”

“I’ll think about it,” you sure as you bridge your hips to help him get your pants off. He takes his shirt off while he's got the space, and you take the moment to admire the bulky chiseled form that was Aoi. There were a few minute scars here and there that you always noticed, earned from fighting a lot as a child and playing rugby with an aggressive fire, but ear scar had a story and you could tell you about each one if you asked. 

“Still good?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.” He’s got a sizable bulge in his shorts, intimidating to look at but you’re more distracted by his hand resting on your stomach just above the waistline of your underwear. You hadn’t even worn cute ones, the black cotton that didn’t even match your bra making you self conscious as he continues to take you in with his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I have cuter underwear.”

“These are cute, too,” he assures, testing the waters with a finger hooked into the waistband. “You look cute in anything, baby, I promise.”

“You’re supposed to say that.”

“I’d never lie to you about how cute you are, and we have all the time in the world for you to model underwear for me.” He tugs at the waistband now, a question in his eyes answered by your nod and subtle lift of your hips to allow him easier access to pull the black cotton down your legs to expose you to his eyes completely. Your instincts tell you to push your knees together, to hide yourself from the intensity of his dissecting gaze, but your trust in him and his intentions allow you to relax and let him part your legs further so he could look at your center. 

Two large fingers part your folds, allowing a third to carefully slide between them to gather the essence pooling between your legs. His hands are warm, gentle as one holds your thigh to the mattress while the other explores your wet pussy. 

“I turn you on this much?” He asks with a mesmerized smile, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you. “You think about me when you use your toys?”

Your face burns hot as you nod, your eyes glued to where his mouth is attached to his finger. The hum that leaves him is akin to the way he hummed when eating a good meal, further encouraging your growing confidence under his gaze. 

“You taste good,” he compliments, bringing that finger down between your legs and carefully probing into your pussy with it. His finger is thick, warm inside your walls as he explores you carefully, his eyes dancing between his hand and your expression to gauge your comfort. You feel the second finger shortly after, beginning to stretch your walls open with every stroke and wiggle they made inside you. There’s a metaphor somewhere in the strangeness you felt with his exploration of a part of you that you likely hadn’t been able to reach with your own touch, your initial nervousness clouded into pleasure with every effort Aoi made to know you and your body better. A metaphor you can’t think too hard about when his thick fingers are scissoring inside you to encourage your walls to open up more, just before a third joins the fray.

It takes a bit of coaxing to take all three to his knuckle, officially stretching you more than your own toy had managed to achieve. You feel them curl inside you, stroking against a spot that had your legs threatening to close around his wrist. 

His left hand catches you, carefully pushing your thigh back down to the mattress as he continues to assault that newly discovered spot with a dangerous precision. The pleasure builds within you with every stroke, your own hand going to your neglected clit to push yourself to the peak of your pleasure. 

“Can feel you squeezin’ my fingers,” he murmurs, giving your thigh a squeeze as he watches your fingers play with the little bundle of nerves. “Are you gonna cum?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

You honestly weren’t sure, as this a feeling you’d gotten yourself to many times but you’d never managed to get yourself to that point you saw in the videos — no leg shaking or whining “fuckfuckfuck” followed by heavy breathing as you finished. Not that every orgasm had to be like the likely exaggerated ones you’d seen in porn videos. It feels more subtle, a steady increase in the pressure and tightening of your core until finally your body couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful,” Aoi whispers, rubbing your thigh as he carefully pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt. “I wish you could see yourself right now. That feel good?”

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” you confess, opening your mouth when he offers his hand and accepting two of those three fingers that were covered in your essence. You’ve tased yourself before, but there was something special about the way you tasted on his fingers after he’d made you cum. 

“I don’t have any condoms or anything,” he states, and you shrug against the mattress while bringing your foot up to the waistband of his shorts. If you could manage to pull them down with just your toes that would be a feat in and of itself, one that is halted by his left hand catching your foot before you could truly try. “I’m not worried about infections, since we’re both first timers, but you could—“

“I’m on birth control,” you cut him off, smiling when he nods slowly. “I was gonna be a slut, remember?”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.” 

Your confidence wanes a little when he takes his shorts off and you truly see his size. You assumed by the size of his bulge that you’d been pressed up against a few times that he’d be big, but where you expected more length you’re surprised by his sheer girth. How that was going to fit you didn’t know, but you’d seen some miraculous things in your own porn interests so you trust it can happen. 

“Why are you staring at it like that?”

“Forgive me for having never seen a dick in real life before.” Your excuse earns a small laugh from him, and you watch as he strokes himself a bit before bringing his tip between your folds. “You stared at me when my pants came off!”

“I stare at you all the time, if we’re being honest with each other,” he murmurs, positioning his tip at your entrance and looking to you for the go ahead to push forward. You nod, lacing your fingers with his as he pushes the tip of his cock into your cunt. The stretch is near immediate, and he pauses immediately when your grip on his hand tightens with the new intrusion. 

He moves slowly, pushing more of his length in with every stroke until his hips are pressed to your pelvis. His forehead presses to yours, a soft smile on his face as he peppers kisses along your face as you continue to adjust to the stretch of his cock inside you. 

“You feel so good around me, angel,” he whispers, grinding his hips against yours in an effort to burrow himself even deeper in your core. Proximity was his source of comfort; why he kept himself as close to you as he could when he got to spend time with you and would stare down anyone who dared to challenge his place at your side – unless you requested a bit of space beforehand. “Like I was made for you. You feel good?”

“It’s a lot,” you whisper, nudging his nose with your own before kissing him. “Feel really full.”

“No pain?”

“No pain,” you echo just before his mouth crashes into yours once more. The kiss mostly distracts from the way his hips have started to pull back, but the slow drag still occupies the front of your thoughts as he moves above you because you wanted to remember everything he was making you feel. You’d never be able to replicate it with the toys you had currently but it was always worth a shot. 

Your bedframe knocks against the wall with every thrust, the aging material had grown rickety in its age and likely a decade of students before you who also experienced their first time having sex with a lover. And now it was witness to you and Aoi sharing such an experience that you’d never forget  – regardless of how your relationship with Aoi may end, you’d always be grateful to him for being so gentle with you in this shared experience.

Your hand finds itself on the back of his head, fingers interwoven in his freshly washed hair as he kisses along your jawline. Gentle nips are soothed by softer kisses, sweet nothings whispered in between while you relish in the attention you’re getting from him.

“Feel so fucking good, angel,” he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as his hands holds yours impossibly tighter. The pace of his thrusts becomes uneven, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close as you feel that tightness in your core return. His body heat melds into yours, making you feel so much hotter as he continues to fuck into you. “So good, wanna feel you cum on my cock.” His mumbles into your neck only push you closer, your heart pounding and blood rushing through your ears the only thing that you could focus on as your legs tighten around his hips. “Gonna let me cum inside you?”

“Y-yeah, Aoi,” you whimper, watching as he sits back on his heels. He keeps your hand held in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips as his other hand moves to your clit. Two fingers roll over your clit, moving in rapid strokes that have your head angling back into your pillow as your gut tightens with every movement he makes. This felt different from when he was fingering you, there was more and it was almost unbearable as his thrusts increased in their force.

“A-Aoi, baby.” Your keening sends shockwaves down his spine, he’s watching in adoration as your head tilts back and your walls clench around him once more as your body stiffens in his arms. This was more like what you’d thought an orgasm would be like, mind clearing to the point where all you could sense was Aoi. His smell, his touch, his cock continuing to barrel into your pulsing walls until he meets his own end with a groan of your name. 

This is what it felt like to have someone cum inside of you, and you wanted to share this experience with him a hundred thousand more times. What came after you couldn’t be bothered to care about, because all that mattered to you was the current moment with Aoi as his hand rubs your side while keeping himself buried inside you. 

“Good, angel?”

“Great,” you assure, bringing your joined hands down so you could kiss his hand. “Feel so good inside me, baby.”

Rorke is very good at giving orders. Over the phone, he’ll guide you through your pleasure. All sweet and husky. He knows you miss him so he’ll take it easy on you and be as loving as can be. He’ll tell you to be as loud as you can through the phone so he can hear you and tell you he misses how you feel in his hands and around him. 

If he’s with you however, you do as he says or else. If he tells you to get on all fours atop the bed, you say yes sir and do it. He tells you to be loud, you better fucking scream. He’s not a type to put up with bullshit and he’ll call you a little brat if he thinks you’re in a mood. 

It also massively turns him on to see you dress up all fancy. Low backs, cleavage, tight pants, stilettos, lingerie, perfume. All of it does it for him. He loves to see your hair and makeup done so he can sit across from you at dinner and imagine how you’ll look later with your mascara dripping, lipstick smudged and hair matted begging for him. 

He wouldn’t date anyone he didn’t think deserved his attention so you better believe you’ll get the whole princess treatment from him. 

This man is a dom, true and through. Of course he’d love seeing you on top but I don't think he'd ever really enjoy giving up his dominance. 

Only in moments of true vulnerability would he let you take the lead. After a particularly harrowing mission or if he has a nightmare where he loses you or one of his men, the only thing he really can do is sit in your arms. He would never let any of his men see him like this, but he knows you will take care of him, take his mind off things. Those moments are always tender and slow. Sometimes all it takes to calm him is to hear you giggle while cockwarming and just enjoying each other’s embraces. That’s as intimate as the man will let himself be.  

If you did try to dominate him though, he'd find it adorable. If you pinned him against a countertop, climbed on top of him on a lounge, he’d entertain you for a little while. Sit back and enjoy as you lead a passionate rough kiss, grind your hips into him. Sometimes he’ll even indulge you for a while if you wanted to hold his hands above his head to restrain him. But the moment you let out a whimper, he’d have you over his shoulder in a matter of seconds on his way to the bedroom. 

“Nice try, babygirl.” he’d chuckle out as you struggled against him. Placing a couple good taps to your ass before throwing you onto the bed. 

He is very much a showoff in front of you. He tends to be really competitive if you're watching, for anything. From a game of darts, to drinking, to fighting. 

If you’re at a bar and someone tries to flirt with you, you have two seconds to determine which response he'll give you. Either he’ll beat the person up or he’ll carry you right out of the bar no hesitation. 

He’ll flex his muscles for you, he’ll pin you to the wall or floor or wherever he can just to show you he can. Sometimes he’ll ask if he can bench press you and then continue to tell you how you basically weigh nothing to him. 

I don’t think he’s a particularly boastful person, I just think he tries to impress you and isn’t afraid to be proud in front of you. 

I am a firm believer as well that this man is the epitome of “vacation sex”. He is under the most extreme kind of stress majority of the time and never has the time to get himself off let alone even think about it doing so. (On the very very very rare occasion he did need to get himself off while on a mission, he had your little photo in his hand chanting something sweet and sentimental under his breath like “I miss you, babygirl.”)

So the one time you had managed to get him on a holiday, tension free and away from work (mind you, you only managed to pull 3 days out of him) his libido shot through the roof. From the moment you woke up he had to have you to the moment you both passed out from exhaustion later that evening. Barely even left the hotel room.

I think his favourite positions would either be missionary with him on top or pushing your front up against a wall. If he’s on top of you particularly, I think he’d really enjoy holding hands. It’s his way of showing affection in the act. But when he’s got you up against the wall, he loves the feeling of your ass against him and how your moans are muffled when your face is squished into the wall  

If you were a ghost or served alongside him. I strongly doubt he would be risky. He definitely wouldn’t engage on missions. To him he has his own and your honour to protect. Besides he’d much rather have you to himself for certain. 

I do think he’s cocky enough though to show a little PDA. So after a successful mission, it won't be uncommon for him to storm through a room to find and kiss you. But this would likely only happen around ghosts or people he can trust. 

Meeting Rorke - 2027

Now if you met Rorke in 2027 once he’s returned, it would likely be if you were a ghost. The things he’s been through has pretty much turned off an empathy switch within him so he’d probably see you as an object for both himself and his men. There's still that part in him that has to provide as a leader and damn if he won't provide for his men, then what. 

He’d become enamoured with you while hunting the ghosts and want you to join the federation like he does Logan.

If you were a ghost and he did manage to capture you, he wouldn’t let the federation get their hands on you like they did him. He’d probably convince them that you were a more valuable asset as you are now. Let people have their way with you as a means of torture AND to get information out of you. A win, win. 

He’d have you tied up all the time to either a chair or a mattress. He would absolutely love it if you were feisty and kept trying to escape for months on end. There’s something about dominating you that brings him so much more satisfaction when you still had drive in you. The lingering thought that he could still control the ghosts at his own will even after all this time. 

If he was having nightmares like he used to, he’d visit you at whatever god awful time it was to distract himself. Doesn’t matter if you had finally coaxed yourself a sleep or if another soldier was already with you.

He would enjoy watching other federation soldiers have fun with you, even multiple at a time. Sometimes when this happened and you screamed, it would draw a crowd of soldiers and it didn’t even turn Rorke on. There was just something deep down that couldn’t look away.  

The longer he keeps you and the more unhinged you get. He loves to mark you. He gave you hickeys and cuts. He'll slap you and throw you onto things to leave bruises. Anything, you name it. He enjoyed for a while putting aphrodisiacs in your food and watching you squirm and eventually beg for him. 

By 3 years in, your brain has rotted. You did anything anyone asked and felt nothing anymore. Except more and more often Rorke’s visits became more predictable and less explicit. He has actually just started taking care of you. 

He’s feeding you and cleaning you. For so long he has treated you like garbage until you ached every moment you were awake but now he actually tried to preserve you. He’d stop hitting you and would brush your teeth instead. 

It made you begin to question if you just saw the whole situation wrong because you were angry, had he always been this kind to you and you just never noticed. Was it selfish that you never noticed he was the only one showing you kindness. It's clear the ghosts aren’t coming to get you and Rorke clearly was the only person to care about you. 

Now that you were becoming more cooperative with him and even giving him consent to have you, he’d leave you untied when unsupervised more often. He’d kiss all the marks he created on you and slowly stopped other soldiers from visiting you. 

In his own way - however just as horrifying - he managed to brainwash you like the federation did to him and eventually he built your strength back up to join him on the field. 

He started holding you in his bed and told you to call him Gabriel instead of Rorke so everyone knew you were his. 

A/N🪶: Hello again. To anyone who may have been keeping up with my fic “Sugar and Lemon”, I’m sorry I haven’t been writing. Between creative juices for the fic running out as well as school, I haven’t been as motivated. However, I do want to continue it. I just need to find the right time. I’m doing summer classes otherwise I probably would be working on it now. It’s just overwhelming at this point. But I still want to give y’all something with the Ghosts since I know a lot of people in that part of the fandom don’t usually get a lot unless it’s with (typically) Keegan. Nothing wrong with that, I just want to include more of them, especially more underrated characters like Ajax and David/Hesh. Thanks for reading this blurb <3

HC Note/TW: May include descriptions/mentions of weapons, violence/violent intentions, shitty people, harassment. Please note: I’m gonna make this AU style where Rorke wasn’t turned and no one was killed because I said so. Reader is gn so their groomsmen/bridesmaids will just be referred to as your “friends on the side”. 

I made a separate one for David because I love him, find that here

Storyline:

He was almost done getting ready. Today was finally that day, that beautiful day that he never thought would happen. Between the world gradually being broken down each time it was nearly put back up, he had expected to be killed in action like everyone else. But perhaps fate was on his side for now. He knew better than to expect everything to run smoothly, though. 

With two different people from two different families, someone was bound to have some opinions. It was just a matter of whether or not they voiced it. Of course, he had made plans just in case. He was getting married to you and there was no way in hell, heaven or on this Earth someone was going to stop that. They could interrupt the wedding all they wanted to, however they pleased. They could set the whole damn thing on fire, but he’d still marry you. 

He tried not to think about how beautiful you’d look, lest he start blushing. It didn’t work but the attempt was worth it, despite the pestering the other Ghosts would no doubt lay upon him. 

The time came and he stood on the slightly elevated stage, groomsmen and best man at his side. Normally, he doesn’t wear white but this is a wedding… his wedding… his and yours wedding. His back was to the hallway you would walk out of, so he kept looking to the faces of his friends and family for any indication. His heart beat was relatively controlled… and then the music began playing… and they smiled… and the officiant gave him the look to turn around. So he did.

And by God, you were ethereal. He couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or was beating so fast he could no longer feel it. His brain was short-circuiting. You had made your way up to the stage, your friends on the side smiling. He just stared, had he been smiling since he saw you? His cheeks were hurting already. You looked up at him, your smile like the sun, he couldn’t care less about going blind if it meant the image of you would be imprinted in his eyes.

Logan Walker

This man would be trying so hard not to panic.

He almost gets whiplash from how fast his head turned to David who, alongside Merrick, would pipe up and tell off the person.

Logan would have been prepared in a rather classy way. 

See… There’s a thing where, if someone wears white at a wedding, especially a dress, the bridesmaids can take wine and pour it on them, effectively ruining the dress.

Logan absolutely has heard of this and got your friends the cheapest wine possible.

Logan looks at your friends and signals to them to get the wine. 

One of them moves around closer to them so their attention is away from the friends with the wine.

David and Merrick tell them that they need to leave.

As they get up to get in their face, wine is poured on them.

They yell and fuss, claiming you and Logan are going to pay for their outfit as they stomp out of the room. 

You, not having expected this, stand there. Your hands are held by Logans and your mouth hangs open.

Your friends smile at you, David and Merrick chuckling to themselves as they all come back to their original positions.

You struggle to form coherent words.

“Did you- when did- where’d the wine come from?! Was that planned?!”

And the wedding continues, the smell of wine and the sound of laughter flowing through the air.

Elias T. “Scarecrow” Walker'

You know this man would be willing to drag out the guilty party himself. 

I fully believe he’d pick them up and carry them outside. 

Otherwise he’d probably set up his other comrades to be guards so people don’t try to get in.

I could imagine it being an old ex or probably a family member he hates. None of the soldiers he knows would dare do that to someone like him, he’s garnered so much respect from them over the years.

Any one of his friends, whether groomsmen or guests, I know they’d all stick up for him as he just watches with a smile.

Thomas A. Merrick

Roasts the ever loving shit out of whoever is wearing white.

“If you’re gonna wear white, at least pick an outfit that fits you right.”

“Did you get that from Walmart? I think I saw that when I went last week.”

“That would look better on Riley, but hey, who am I to judge?”

I know the person would willingly walk out without having to be escorted, due to embarrassment.

Gabriel T. Rorke

I can’t see him having a very public wedding. There is a very short list of people allowed and if there’s someone he doesn’t know, he’s meeting them beforehand.

If someone dared to wear white, well…

As all eyes are on them as they stand, showing off the color that was only meant for the two of you, he takes the opportunity since everyone is distracted.

He slowly reaches and shifts his white suit jacket, lifting just the edge, enough for the offender to see the gun, or other weapon, he has tucked away.

He lets go so he looks normal again, while the person is left with wide eyes, suddenly nervous.

They leave with minimal issue and everything resumes, people are left confused but eventually shrug it off as Rorke having intimidated them with his presence alone.

Keegan P. Russ

Keegan would be the type where, prior to the wedding, he expects everyone to show what they are planning on wearing.

He makes sure the two of you set guidelines so it is absolutely clear that if anyone tries to come in wearing white, they will be thrown out and not allowed back in. 

This man does not leave room for error. 

He takes advantage of having your friends/family’s (bridesmaids/groomsmen) contact info so he can keep an eye on everything.

Would absolutely sweet talk your grandparents or parents into keeping him informed whenever possible, especially if there’s gossip (Keegan loves gossip and you can’t tell me otherwise).

Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson

He wouldn’t bring weapons like Rorke or make snide comments like Merrick.

This is a man of respect, and while he’d be annoyed, he’d be prepared.

As people turned around and gasped and gossiped, he’d remain calm and relaxed despite his comrades wanting to push the person out.

He’d want them to be politely escorted out and you wouldn’t have to do anything.

Naturally, he’s fuming but this is your wedding after all. He maintains his composure.

If the person speaks up, they’ll be escorted out. If not, I can imagine him letting them stay, not wanting to waste time and probably continuing to marry you out of spite and right before the dinner, they suddenly aren’t allowed in.

They’re edited out of any photos they may have forced their way into, everyone basically ignores them. 

I love you, Ajax <3

Kick

This guy is just getting married privately.

CW: GN!Reader, Top!Reader (riding), size difference (König is just so overwhelmingly large all around), he cries! he cries and he sobs! and I will write more of it!

Loser!König who's so much bigger than you, frame broad and terrifyingly tall. built to barge through doors and break men in half. he's larger than life, well maintained muscles wrapped in a plush layer of fat. and, as the rest of him would suggest, his weepy cock is just as impressive. despite his appearance, his job he tells you so little about, he can't handle the size difference between you. his hands are sweaty, trembling as they grip your hips. you offered to ride him and now he's a blubbering mess. you've barely sank down past his dribbling tip and he's wrecked. he's barely able to hold eye contact through his tear-clumped lashes, eyebrows pinched as breathes out. you're so warm and snug around him already, doing your best to focus while looking back at him

There’s also the one time, right after a long deployment. He had just finished showering, brushed off your suggestion for him to go to sleep in favour of burying himself inside of you.

He needed the closeness, missed the feeling of being inside you after so long. You indulged him, of course, your silly man. You were the one to guide him inside, relishing in his soft whimpers as he found himself enveloped in that tight heat. You stroked his hair, murmuring quiet words of praise as he ruts into you, little shallow thrusts he is able to muster up. You help him out, rolling your hips against him, occasionally making your walls clench for him. He lets out the sweetest moan when he finally spills inside you, pumping you full and deep.

At first, you thought his even breathing was a result of the post orgasmic bliss, but you later realise that he had fallen asleep, still buried in you.

You could wake him, the logical part of you is telling you to get up and clean yourself up. But like this, with his weight on top of you, he feels like an amazingly comforting weighted blanket. Soon, you and your thoughts follow him to the land of sleep.

There it is. That impatience you think you’ve grown fond of.

“Relax.” Before you’re able to grasp your belt, MACE crowds you against the wall. Impatience emerged as a huff, caught within his mask before he tugged it off of his head. Carefully, he leans in and seals his lips against yours. He breathes slowly, a hand slithering to the front of your pants.

Cupping your growing bulge, he gives a gentle squeeze in approval. “Mmmph...” He moans into your mouth, his hot tongue teasing your lips before pushing past. It’s passionate, dare you say longing, but it’s still bruising. Teeth clanking, wet muscle flicking, and he lets out a muffled whimper when he feels you harden beneath his gloved palm.

Distracting you with his wandering lips, his hands trace every inch of your body over your gear. Rough, calloused hands reach up to your shoulders, and he breaks the kiss as he shoves you to the ground. One of his gloved palms cradles the back of your head, considerate enough to not let you bang against bricks.

“The hell?”

You grunt from the impact, a boot kicking beneath your knees before he straddles your hips. “You could’ve asked me instead.” Your hands find his waist. “No fun in that.” He huffs out a chuckle, flashing a grin. Ducking his head, MACE begins to travel lower from your cheek.

“Gonna be,” a kiss to your jaw, “gone for,” the pink muscle darts out between his lips, “a few weeks.” He drags it across a patch of skin. Angling his hips forward, he grinds down on your clothed cock while sinking his teeth into your neck. It could’ve distracted you if he hadn’t bit hard enough to nearly draw blood.

“Fuck--” You inhale sharply, fingers digging into his sides. “And you’re only telling me this now?”

MACE snorts, pressing his pelvis against yours before pushing himself back. “I need my luck.” His tongue swipes around the mark, sloppily lapping and sucking on it, his drool trickling down your skin.

You quirk a brow, guiding his movements, and it takes everything in him not to restlessly grind on your dick. “How are you getting it like this?” You can feel him smile on the side of your neck, hooking a finger underneath your collar to offer a lingering kiss to your collarbone. “Still haven’t figured it out?”

His thighs suddenly lock around you before bucking against your hard-on as though he were attempting to ride you through the barriers of clothing. “You’re my lucky charm,” he pants, a whine bubbling low within his chest as he humps you like a dog, “and this damn cock. Hngh, shit, I might miss it.”

He grounds down, shifting in little circles, softly whimpering. “Just it?” You wrap an arm around him, his breath hitching. You’re able to feel how he uncontrollably throbs, his legs trembling from how he’s practically bouncing on your lap.

His pants were sticking to him uncomfortably, hard length straining against the material. “No,” He huffs, cheeks hot from embarrassment and arousal, “you know what the answer is.”

The cotton of his underwear was stained, friction numbing his brain and making him leak. MACE felt like an animal in heat, thrusting his ass back onto the outline of your cock. His brows pinched in frustration; it wasn’t enough—the emptiness has him aching.

He knows he has time to waste.

And MACE always gets what he wants.

Jackal

He hid his surprise under the mask when you asked the question about his private part. Not that he hates the question; he is just surprised...

Around 8 1/2 inches.

He has a shower-type cock. So you won't see much difference when he is soft and hard.

Same color as his skin.

Not clean-shaven, but also not bushy. Well-trimmed. It is for the sake of cleanliness, he claimed.

He is proud of his size. He believes that this is the perfect size to satisfy you.

Never, ever joke about his manhood. Because if you do, he will show you what this cock can do until dawn.

"Come on, try to keep up," would be the last thing you hear before you collapse in his arm.

Mace

He will just drag you to the nearest toilet and let you find out with your own eyes. Or hands.

Judging from your eyesight, that should be somewhere around 7-8 inches, give or take.

Trimmed, almost fully shaven.

What surprises you is that his cock also has a crocodile scar, similar to what he has on his body.

He would ask you if you wanted to feel how those scars worked inside. And luckily, your curiosity is likely to win over reason and logic this time.

Ghost

"Confidential," he said.

But if you insist on him enough, with some help from a shot of Baileys, he will give you a hint.

"Can you see a watch on my wrist? Flatten it. That is the exact same length as what I have down there."

Luckily, you and Simon have the same model of watch. So you just flatten it on the counter bar to see the answer.

Let's just say you are more than satisfied with the truth that has been revealed.

"Now that I tell you about my secret, you gotta tell me yours to," Ghost said shortly in a husky voice, but his eyes surely mean he looks for something more than just a typical secret from you.

Oh... you think you know where this is going now.

Nikto

"нет (No)" He answered coldly. And no matter how many times you beg, he will not answer.

Until one day, you find him naked in the locker room by accident.

It is neither that big nor that long, probably because it is soft now. So you think it is quite normal size.

But the main event is what happened after. You are not sure why, but probably because of his nervousness, his manhood suddenly grows—rapidly, tremendously.

6 inches total, with somewhere around 5–6 inches of girth. It might not be that long, but the girth is insanely huge. You wonder if someone would be able to take all of that in.

Now that he is fully erected, he has to find someone to take responsibility for this matter. And then his eyes were drawn to you.