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yunietunie · 7 months

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Honey

Okay, so it's been a while since i wrote some angst here you go. No one asked for it but here it is :P. This is ******HEAVILY SPOILED******* on the new MW3 campaign and im sorry.

Summary: Johnny a friend, a soldier, and most importantly, a husband.

Warnings: Heavy, heavy angst.

Suggestion; Listen to “Jacob and The Stone” while reading.

How long have you been in the military? About 7-8 years and now with an additional one from joining TF141. You thrived, you had a lot of praise for your work as a specialist in your area. Your training and work ethic were exceptional, quickly proving your placement onto 141 in the first place.

“What ya’ reading?” Soap asked you while you had a book in your hands after finishing a report. “Oh you know, just some poetry.” You’d say with a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your head swiveled over to him, to see what direction his voice was coming from. He’d scan his eyes to the title of the book. It read “Honey” By Sarah Gymson.

“You’ll have to lend it to me sometime.” Soap perked up back to your direction. “Here, take it now, I have another copy.” He’d take the book from your hands, putting it to his side.

Simple conversation between the two of you would flow into late night chats, ending up on missions together and becoming really good friends. You’d save him and he’d save you in times of dire need. Your dynamic with John MacTavish was perfect. He a demolition’s expert, you a sniper. It’s like the pieces fit together between the two of you.

You’d glance at each other during debriefs or free time, sending eye messages about how bored the two of you were. You’d usually end up eating lunch together in the canteen of the base, talking about all kinds of things. The occasional teasing was granted but after you got him back of course.

His hand propped to support his cheek while talking with you. “So, what’s your favourite place in the world that you’ve traveled to?” You’d ask him, looking at his soft blue eyes while they glazed over your appearance. “That would be anywhere with you.” Johnny teased towards you with a small smirk. “Oh c’mon, be serious.”

“Okay okay,” He responded, then he looked at his hands and took a deep breath as if he were pondering. Johnny looked back up at you. “The cliffs at Duncansby Head. Somewhere in Caithness.” His voice was velvety as he spoke, a sort of gentleness to it as well while he thought about his choice. Where even was that? Scotland maybe? “Any reason why?”

“It’s calm. The ocean hitting the side of the rock walls, the sound of the waves, the scenery—It’s soothing.” A twitch to the corner of his smile began to form. “Whenever I am frustrated or upset, I think of that place.” Your eyes would watch him while he spoke, a sort of somber expression as he reminisced about his time there.

While on smaller missions, you got to know each other even better than the last time. The two of you having fun outside of work on your days off. It felt nice to have someone like this with you. Always positive. It wasn’t long before you began to develop feelings for him.

“Hey.” Johnny asked you, folding his arms into his torso, his eyes darting around the area. “Hey.” You responded with a giddy smile. “So—I was thinking,” He seemed nervous, but eager to ask you a question. “That we, uh, grab drinks sometime?” Your eyes widened as your brows shot up in surprise. He wanted to take you out for drinks.

Little did he know that by asking you that small question a few months ago, you two would spiral into a relationship down the road. Spending almost every day together, some apart of course but you always knew that the two of you would come back. At least that’s what you’d like to believe.

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“Bound by secret ties,

Whispers in the dark unite.

Two worlds now intertwined.”

Over the course of the last few weeks you, the rest of 141 were on countless missions to stop the terrorist attack of Hasan and to stop the weaponization of American missiles. You finally ended up actually stopping him. The capture of Valeria made it a whole heck-of-a-lot easier to find the target. But you made it. You always did. At least with Johnny by your side.

It had frightened you when you found out that Ghost—and Johnny were betrayed by Graves. No communication. You had no idea if he was alright or injured. But he was a good soldier, he always found a way out, is what you’d tell yourself to ease your mind.

A few hours later, he made it back okay. Sure he was shot, but he was okay. That’s all that mattered. “Bonnie, you came back.” He’d say when he was reunited with you, Price and Gaz after being in Al Mazrah to retrieve Laswell. “Always.” You’d whisper to him before getting gear and tossing it to some Los Vaqueros to help fend off the Shadow Company while retreating.

You’d regroup with everyone back at Alejandro’s safe house to take back their base in Las Almas. Johnny pulled you to the side, away from everyone for a moment to check if you were hurt. “Yer okay?” A soft expression plastered over his face, accompanied by concern. “I'm fine, always will be.” You’d respond with a small grin and an airy chuckle.

After the succession of taking back the base with being unscathed, you’d find yourself sitting next to Johnny, your head resting on his shoulder on the way back to base. He’d been carrying the poetry book you lent him, quietly reading to himself until their arrival back to base.

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“Like bees drawn to sweet embrace,

Love’s nectar we share.”

Another few months fly by without much changing, the relationship between the two of you transpire. He ended up actually proposing to you, a happy gleaming part of your relationship. You got married to the goofy guy you met in the military. The two of you would read the poetry book together before bed or whenever sent on missions, it was your guy’s thing to share.

“Hey so…” Johnny trailed off, his fingers fidgeting with one another while he came up with words to say. “What if we—Had a kid? Not now of course. But in the future?” He asked you with no hint of a joke tone. He was serious. A kid? A kid who could run around the house and keep the two of you busy for years? A kid who would be just like their dad.

It was a cute idea, you loved it. “I say yes to that. I’d love to have a kid.” You responded with a fond smile on your lips, his expression full of love as the two of you cuddled in the bed together. You’d find yourself fidgeting with the rubber wedding band on your finger with a gentle smile, reminding you that you married John MacTavish.

“Makarov?” After the picture slid to you from Johnny’s hand. “What the hell is he doing? I thought we put him into custody four years ago?” You’d ask, your brows furrowing at the thought of evil coming back to haunt you. “He’s planning a prison break, we just don’t know when.” Laswell said, her arms folded atop the bar counter.

You’d look at the rubber wedding band on your finger, your mind slightly filling with worry. A calloused hand placed over top of yours to provide comfort. Turning your gaze over to Johnny, “We’ll be okay.” His voice reassured your overthinking mind.

The world was beginning to fill with suspicion of Uzbekistan, from their recent exposure to “terrorist” attacks led by Farah and her military personnel. Which led to you and the rest of 141 to hunt down Makarov and stop him before he created a war between west and east, pinning Uzbekistan and Farah as the terrorists, it would be catastrophic.

After failing to get to the chemicals in the bunker, you somehow, probably by the grace of god, had enough time to tell Laswell to get to safety after her meeting with Yuri. Two missiles from Farah’s base that were stolen, launched to where Laswell was. Everything was fine, or so you thought.

Thanks for some intel given by Shepard… and Graves… You managed to get a hit on some intelligence on the location of a target. You’d have to let your hate dissolve if you wanted this mission to be done. And that's what you did.

After you, Ghost, and Johnny made it to a small island off the coast of a country—You would extract financial dealings that Makarov had Melina do. Finding the sweet spot, you head back to Russia and capture his Second in Command and get more intel since Makarov wasn’t there.

This endless fight of the five of you trying to find the man behind it all while fighting your way through Konni was tiring. But you had the love of your life around almost every corner. Just being near him gave you comfort and other perspectives.

“Another hit,” Laswell stated over comms to each of you. “Possible ID on a hacker that has a buyer, he’s connected to Makarov.” “Where?” Johnny asked quickly, hoping to bring an end to Makarov’s reign of terror and death. “London.” That was a surprise? He’s attacking in their home country? There wouldn’t be more information until Laswell spoke again. “He’s going to use the trains underground.”

“The ones that connect the UK and France? That’s hundreds of miles of train rails.” Price said in his gravelly frustrated voice. But what choice would they have? They would try to pin him in the middle. TF141 would come in from the UK side, to get discrete info off the hacker and buyer to get Makarov’s full location while another unit would enter from the france destination and meet in the middle.

If all the intel they had was right—Makarov was planning to bomb the railway, killing innocent Men, Women and Children in the trains to make yet another seemingly false blamed terrorist attack. You’d look at Johnny, a deep breath in and one out before looking back at the screen. The two of you would get prepared and head towards the pier in London to find the hacker.

Blending in, Ghost and Gaz were already in position over the comms and attempting to use Surveillance cameras for any outliers. You and Johnny split up, eventually being on opposite sides of the Hacker, hoping to listen in on anything she would say for intel.

“It’ll be done.” She said, the phone holding up to her ear while she paced around. Then she turned her head around, seemingly paranoid of being watched. She began to walk away, you were following her with Johnny holding your hand, being a couple in public to draw away suspicion.

Johnny held your hand, then used his free one to stop you to look at him. “I love you. So so much.” He said in a soft voice before planting a kiss on your lips, you returning the favour. “I love you too, Johnny.” You smile after tearing away from his kiss. That was enough time to distract the hacker and for the two of you to move into a different position.

“The payment is already finished, orange cap. Pleasure doing business.” And with that Ghost began to look through the cameras on the streets for a man with an orange cap, hoping that is who they were looking for. After a few minutes, they saw the buyer enter through an abandoned and discrete subway tunnel entrance.

“Perfect place for them to hide.” Gaz said through the radio. You and Johnny began to head towards that area, meeting up with Price, Ghost and Gaz who would meet you three on later. You, Johnny and another unit began to plow through the Konni group, your eyes would glance over to Johnny to make sure he was safe at every free second you were given.

Finally, making it down the steps and to the railway, you begin to head towards where the bomb was located, hoping to see Makarov there. The sound of russian words, bullets flailing and the train would muffle things out for you. Taking out the troops easily with the help of Johnny by your side, alongside the rest of the other unit. As you rushed to get past the incredibly fast train, you eventually made it to the middle platform where even more troops rushed out to greet you with unfriendly weapons.

You turn your gaze to the center, the bomb making slow yet quiet beeps as the timer begins to decrease. “Johnny—In the center, I'll cover you.” You’d say as the two of you began to make it towards the center, making sure he was safe in the process. “Got it.”

After a few seconds, he began to pry at the latch and grunted at frustration. “This needs two people, get a snake cam and insert it on the other side.” He said as he began to tug and push aside wires. You inserted a snake cam inside the metal frame. “Look to your right, I need the logo of the circuit.” You squint your eyes and turn it to the right to find what he had asked for. “Bear.”

“Bear okay.” After a few more minutes of him attempting to cut off the time he spoke once more, a bit rushed. You only had a minute until it detonated. “Give me the third number of the serial code. It's on the left bottom corner.” You scramble the snake cam over to the side and find it. “9.” you said swiftly, he inputs it and it was correct.

“Okay—Last thing, Bonnie. On three, we cut the red wires.” Soap said as he held up the pillars to the red wire about the same time you did. “1…2–”

Bang

A strange pain filled you as you were knocked back to the concrete floor, your head instantly turning to Johnny as you groaned, a gun fired at his torso, knocking him down as well. “Johnny—!” You shout, your eyes meeting with dead ones, then at a gun pointed to your head, a finger over the trigger.

“This is to teach you a lesson. Don’t bury your enemies alive.” Makarov stated with a chuckle just before he was about to shoot a hole into your skull. That was when, in a flash, you saw Johnny leap from the ground and stab Makarov in the neck with his combat knife. Moving quickly, Makarov twisted Johnny’s arm in front of him to get the knife out. Your loving eyes watched as his body hit the ground after a final gunshot. Makarov looked like he was about to shoot you but as soon as Price, Ghost and Gaz came, he ran. Fucking coward.

You were still shell shocked, your head turned towards the corpse of your husband. “No.” You said wearily. You would clutch the side of your torso where you had been shot and crawled over to him. Tears pricked your eyes. “No, no, no. Please.” Your broken voice would beg. You placed two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse, even though it was apparent that he was–gone.

You tore your hand away from your side, not caring about blood loss. Not caring anything at that moment. “My boy. Not my boy. Please—Please don’t leave me.” You screamed as you placed his cheeks into your palms, your tears hitting his face. “Please..” You’d whisper, pressing your foreheads together, wishing this wasn't real. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“It was supposed to be me.”

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“Crimson roses fall,

Life’s bloom fades,

A final breath.

Death’s touch, a silent call.”

A/N: i cried. Ugly cried even, when i played the campaign and experienced this and now do some other people :3.

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yunietunie · 8 months

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Look at Me

(nsfw)

König was a quiet yet authoritative Colonel at the base. His eyes always seemed to look as if he was searching for something, wanting something. How long would it go on for before he caved?

fem!reader, colonel!könig, smut, MDNI, 18+, unprotected!sex, pnv,

A/n: this one has got to be my favourites, enjoyed writing it. This was one I had before i even started using tumblr.

let me know who you want next!!!!

König. The man you laid your eyes on when you first came to KorTac. Unsure if he’d ever look your way since you were just only a private, he a Colonel. You were a knife specialist, ranging in hand to hand combat, it being your strong point. In meetings you would catch his eyes darting to you every few seconds, obviously searching for something.

Months had passed and you didn’t really think much of König. Sure, he was somewhat alluring but he didn't even talk to you, and everytime you did he seemed to not respond back. He seemed nervous or something. But it was for sure, he enjoyed eye contact with you.

This game of cat and mouse played constantly with your irises fighting for dominance. Through his sniper hood, you could never tell what he was thinking or saying, his eyes displayed a poker face like expression. His voice seemed commanding in the field, but outside of it, he was very impassive.

Whenever he did talk, it was never directed at you. You must admit, that man’s voice alone was enough to make you want something from him. Your fingers would fulfill your thoughts when you were alone in your barracks room. You hoped he never would find out.

While you were cleaning your knives from a previous mission that went sort of bad, you heard a knock on the side of the doorframe behind you.

“Verzeihung..?” The 208cm Austrian man asked you as you swiveled your head to meet his gaze. His eyes staring right down at you while he shifted his weight onto one hip. “Yes..?” You said quietly looking up to meet his icy stare. He looked… disheveled? Like he wanted to ask you something but was being held back by his own conscience. You raise an eyebrow to his stance and his sudden appearance. He was always busy… why was König standing before you at your desk?

“Can.. I borrow you for a moment, bitte?”His velvety voice corarsed you, with a type of uncertainty in his tone. He also seemed rushed. He motioned you up from the bench, hoping you’d oblige. You reluctantly nodded and got up from your seat. You thought it was to discuss your actions in your previous mission. But worst of all, you thought it was because he was going to ask you about what you thought of him.

His breath would hitch in his throat as he would see you standing below him with a smaller frame than his own. Leaving the area, König walked down the corridor quickly, with you tailing behind him. Concentration filling his aura. As you both stride to his destination of his choice, your eyes landed on a door. His quarters. A thousand questions filled your head as to why he asked you to come to his quarters in the middle of your work. Opening the door and leading you inside, he closed it, locking it behind himself. Your eyes would wander around his neat room, everything was clean and well organized.

“Sitzen.” He spoke to you, motioning towards the edge of the bed. His sniper hood never dismissed from his face as he stared at you. You sit, he watches. You move, he took note. He was watching you as some type of prey. This raised even more questions as he began walking closer to you and looked down upon your body as you sat near the edge.

“I brought you here because it is more quiet.” König would begin as he watched your eyes for any expression. He was beating around the bush, especially since he was fidgeting with his gloves, slipping them off after a few minutes of contemplating. “Mein Schatz, I've noticed your eyes on me.”

Shit. You were so sure he didn't see you at all. You seemed practically invisible, at least at work and rank wise. Yeah, the two of you would make eye contact but you assumed he didn’t think much of it. You only gave a nervous laugh, almost challenging that comment as he spoke it. You looked around the room, hoping to find some excuse, but before you could König would step even closer. “I don’t mind it really. Especially when I first saw you.”

You were stunned. No, shocked that the Colonel would be talking to you like this. You couldn’t help but feel flustered. He still seemed desperate. Antsy even. He began taking off his tactical gear, tossing it aside, whilst keeping the hood over his face.

“Have you been thinking of me?’ He asked the question you feared. It wasn’t really a question, well, since he already knew the answer to this. He’d catch your attention when he’d give meetings or when he was in the break room drinking some water. And what about those dreams?

“Yes…” You admitted quietly, a little bit embarrassed at yourself. This pressure began knotting in your lower stomach.

“So ein ungezogenes Mädchen.” König replied back with an airy smirk you could tell that was under his hidden face. You didn’t quite understand what he was saying, however goosebumps began to cover your skin. Your eyes seemed to drift away from his body, trying to think. He moved closer, towering over you, placing a hand under your chin to force direction back to his eyes. That only made the pressure in your lower stomach begin turning to a throbbing one.

“That’s okay,” He said as he continued looking down at you. He took note of your small squirming to readjust your sitting position. “Liebling. I must admit… I've been thinking about you too.” König continued his wording. In truth, you could feel yourself getting wet by the way he talked about you. The way he admitted he thought about you. So he did know and now he was just watching you.

He moved closer, bending down to your eye level, which instinctively made you jerk your head backwards. He moved even closer. You moved back. He came closer. This would go on until he had you backed up against the headboard of his bed, crawling over your squirming body. Caught in a stare down between each other.

“I need you, liebling.” He said with a slight quivery tone, moving his face closer to yours. Your eyes flutter at the very thought. You’ve been only dreaming about this moment. Now he admitted he wanted you.

“Then you’ll have me.” You purred confidently as you stared back at him. There was going to be no hiding it now, especially with your slick folds giving away your thoughts.

You could hear a scoff given under the hood as he placed his thumb on your lower lip, looking at the plushness of it. He had you in his grips and he was not letting you go. At least not right now. König would take his time taking off the top of your uniform. He wanted to be gentle. He knew if he could, he’d tear you apart in an instant. Brushing your uniform top off, König’s eyes landed on your chest. It almost seemed like he was growing needy, especially as he rushed to slip your bra off.

Grabbing one of your breasts, he placed his other hand under you on the small of your back, lifting you slightly towards him. He moved his hood slightly up and placed his lips around your supple nipple. That earned him a small gasp from you.

His tongue swirls around it, making it more sensitive with each movement. He occasionally nibbles lightly on it, sending jolting sensations down your body. While he was tending to your breast, he made sure to keep eye contact with you. How he loved your eyes when you enjoyed yourself, the reactions from them.

Soon after, he moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention as you gave small whimpers to the gesture. He removed his hand from your lower back and grabbed it on your waist. Giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it travel down between your uniform pants.

Two fingers rubbing against the fabric of your pants. He was teasing you and you knew it. His warm wet lips soon left your hard and sensitive nipple. On top of you, you turn your head away to avert your gaze from him, only for him to move his face closer to yours and speak to you in a whisper.

“Look at me… I want to see your pretty eyes.” He pleaded quietly, turning your sight to his direction once more. He wanted you to watch him. He wanted you to watch him see how much of a mess he could make you with just a few words and a few simple touches.

His calloused hands made their way to your pant button where he unfastened them. Along with your top, he threw it down to the floor as well, disregarding them. König would look down and his eyes widened to the coated wet spot between your panties.

“So wet for me already, liebling?” He would ask quietly while rubbing your clit through your panties in small tight circles. He’d continue the soft motion while your body trembled at the gentle touch. His fingers tore away from your pussy, slithering them under the side of your panties. Sliding them down your ankles, he kept one hand on your hip for grip support.

“I need to stretch you out. Or else I'll break you in half.” His accent rolled off his tongue. He looked down at your folds, pushing one finger into your greedy hole. A wince ran through your body as he curled it. He was teasing you again. König put his gaze back to your irises that were pleading for more. His voice was inviting when you clenched around his fingers.

He began pumping your pussy, his finger coated with your juices, becoming more slick by the second. Small whines would escape your lips as you kept looking at the scene. The pressure building once more as your clit began to throb.

Without warning, he pushed another finger into you, making sure to spread you open. If this is what only two of his fingers did to you, imagine what his cock would do to you. As he continued to move at a slow and steady pace, that needy aura gathered around him again. His other hand moved down to your pussy as well.

Slathering his thumb with saliva from under his worn out hood, he placed it on your clit. The rest of his hand applies pressure on your lower stomach. König’s thumb began rubbing in small circles as his fingers desperately tried to find your sweet spot. The only thing to fill the room were whines and moans as you began squirming around him, not able to keep still.

You instinctively try to shut your thighs back together. “It’s okay, liebling. Open up for me.” König‘s angelic voice would command you. With that demand, you give into his authoritative voice.

Your cunt was throbbing and it felt so good to be stretched out by your own Colonel. His fingers now sliding in and out with ease, due to your own pussy betraying you. He curled his fingers. He found it. The spot that made your body writhe under him. Your desperate moans got his pace to move forcibly, even on your clit.

For a man who was afraid to talk to people, he sure knew how to ravish you. It was almost unfair with the amount of teasing and toying he did with you. Then it was nothing. He slipped his fingers out your vibrating pussy then placed them in his mouth under the hood. Sucking your juices off his textured fingers. You were left with a shallow breath. Well, that was until he unbuttoned his pants and slipped his cock out.

It twitched, his eyes never wavering from your glistening and watering eyes. He was painfully hard, and even though you couldn’t see his full face, you knew he wanted it badly. Wanted you badly.

“Bitte.” He begged, he pleaded, he wanted as he inched closer to your cunt that was still longing to be filled once more. Your pussy would clench at nothing, but the size difference made you turn your gaze away from him. The anticipation of it slipping inside was enough to make your body squirm.

“Look at me, liebling. I won’t do anything until I see your pretty eyes.” He purred looking down at you as the tip of his cock rubbed against your heated slit. You slowly turned your gaze to him with a hot face, your lips pursing into a fine line.

He toyed around your pussy with the tip, just trying to make sure you were wet enough for him. The same desperate eyes meeting with your own. A sudden pain filled your lower stomach as he began pushing his hips closer to you. His cock entering your slick cunt. He was just head deep and it felt like he was going to tear you apart. You look down at the damage but his hand moves to your chin to look at him once more, then back to your hip. Squeezing it. Preparing you.

“Jesu–” Before you could finish your one worded comment, his cock already smothered against your cervix, bending it into his personal mold. A grunt escaped his mouth as he filled your pussy up. He loved the idea that you were smaller than him. König loved getting this reaction of pushing his cock into your needy cunt and stretching it out.

You were a mess, especially as he began pulling in and out, admiring your face as he did so.

He slightly whimpered himself when he looked down and saw the large bulge from your lower stomach from him pumping in and out. He was trying to be gentle. Trying to go at a pace that wouldn’t break you. He was holding back. He didn’t know how much longer he could do that. His eyes looked back up at you for permission. You give him a nod.

Rocking his hips faster now, your cervix was already beginning to become bruised. He was so deep in you now, you thought your uterus was going to break open. His body slapping against yours, your moans and whines, his grunts and groans were the only thing filling the room. His grip on your hip is even harder, making a red mark from his handprint.

“You’re taking me so well.” König would say between thrusts. He would put his weight on you, his face close to your ear as he moved even faster. He tried. He tried to hold back but you felt too good. Your tight cunt wrapping around his cock like a fucking glove. There were no words coming out of his mouth and definitely none coming from yours as his tip decimated your violated body.

His other hand found itself on the other side of your hip, gripping it hard as well. Leaving yet another hand print. König would move his ear closer to your mouth to hear how good he was fucking you, how good he was filling up your cunt with his cock.

“Fuck.. So warm.” König muttered under his breath while feeling your warmth engulfing him inside you. He began at slow paces, making sure to get you adjusted to his shaft. It twitched and jolted within your walls. In and out, in and out, his body now slamming against yours as he hugged onto your body. You arched your back in response, squirming and writhing under his thrusts.

He stopped and lifted himself off you to look down at the mess he created of you. There were tears prickling the corners of your eyes. His hips would pound into you vigorously, bruising into your cervix. He would grunt into your ear, wanting you to hear how good you made him feel. König’s grip on your soft waist would begin to become painful, perhaps even leaving a bruise around the area.

“Bitte. Bitte, liebling. Let me please you. Let me fill you. Bitte.. I need it.” He pleaded with an airy and shallow breath as he was still deep in you. You couldn’t give a response right away as you were still trying to find words. Instead, you wrapped your legs around his pelvis and your walls tightened around him, giving his cock permission to spill into you.

A groan would expel out of his mouth, a few whines when he began to feel himself getting closer.

Another round of plundering movements would meet your cervix, he began to move with even more force. His breath was ragged and heavy, his chest falling fast. The bed shook under you, your vision was beginning to become hazed by the pleasure you felt. You couldn’t help it, you moaned his name out with neediness it was almost embarrassing. You cunt clenching around his cock, hoping to squeeze him off every last drop.

"So close." He moaned out next to your ear, his hot breath trickling with a bit of desperation when he felt himself become closer to his climax. The feeling of being swallowed by your warmth was throwing him into a feral overdrive.

“Oh.. Just like that. Please.” he would whine whilst his eyes kept themselves trained on yours. You couldn't help but feel as if he was trying to spear you open, but you could admit that the feeling was immaculate. The feeling of your legs tightening around his waist only made his thrusts more forcible and his voice more prominent.

This guy was really plundering you down to the depths of hell. "Inside?" He asked whispering, his brows furrowing slightly. "Inside." You would confirm, your arms wrapping around his neck.

A few hard thrusts gave before you felt his hot seed spill into your insides. He let himself ride his own orgasm out, giving a few movements before stopping while still inside you. König would fuck up into your pussy and into your cervix, making sure that you’re fed with every ounce of his cum. His breathing was shallow yet heavy as were yours. Panting, he placed a hand on your cheek, looking at you in a fond way.

“I might be seeing you more often, liebling.”

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yunietunie · 8 months

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Ahhh, I love your stuff! I saw that you write for Keegan and I was so happy! Could you write something with Keegan and reader who both work a lot and they comfort each other when they can? Feel free to ignore or maybe change the idea a bit

Sure thing!

It's time I write Fluff anyways and what better character than Keegan? I wanted to do these in short little parts (so that I don't get writer block)

boyfriend!keegan gn!reader

Warnings: none! Story contains fluff :3

In Your Eyes PT1

You and Keegan had been dating for a while. Meeting each other while being part of the Ghosts meant constant work had to be done. Even though you two were part of a team, you hardly ever had the time to see him. It made your heart ache constantly.

Exhausted, you plop yourself down onto the couch, leaving your arm to rest on the side of the sofa, propping your head slightly. You didn’t know if Keegan would come home late again, or come home at all that night. It was around 10 pm when you flipped the TV on to ease your restless mind.

Curled up on the sofa, you felt your eyes begin to hazily shut close, a sudden drowsiness hitting you. It was probably from how hard you were working lately, early mornings to late nights. But probably less than what Keegan was dealing with.

Your eyes flutter open slightly when you feel a head resting at the arch of your shoulder. Readjusting your gaze you turn your head to the side.

“You’re home.” You said in a quiet whisper while looking down at the disheveled Keegan. He moves his head to the side and looks into your eyes. A small smile escaped his semi-cracked lips.

“Always will be, when I’m with you.” He replied in a gruffly voice, some of it being hoarse. He shuts his eyes for a moment before opening them again, still looking at you. Your irises look to the clock that reads “3 AM”.

“I swear they’re trying to kill us or something.” You said in a huff, clearly annoyed how the two of you are basically separated. Keegan seemed to agree as he sat up from your shoulder, planting a small kiss to the side of your soft cheek.

“We’ll be okay,” Keegan began, a hand coming across your chin to make sure you were looking at him. “Besides, I pulled some strings and the two of us have a day off tomorrow.” Keegan said with a sweet smile, reassuring your irritation.

“I’m not gonna ask how you did it, but thank you.” You said with a sigh of relief.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Keegan would say before pulling you into a warm hug, his nose hanging just over your shoulder. He missed you terribly. And you 100% felt the same.

#keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #cod keegan #keegan russ #cod ghosts #cod modern warfare #call of duty #cod x reader #fluff #cod fluff #gn reader

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yunietunie · 8 months

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Soft Spot.

[nsfw]

Ghost was feared throughout the unit, however he had caught the eye of someone. Constant thoughts ran through as he offered to buy drinks, only to be met with a blunt rejection. It wouldn't go further... would it?

fem!reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, eating out, rough, cum shots, unprotected!sex, strangers to lovers?

Ghost was a fearful soldier in your unit, always parading around as some brooding villain. No one would ever cross the thought of pissing him off. You were a new recruit, barely any training done. After work or during his free time, he’d scurry off to some hiding spot, leaving you bewildered on what he would be doing.

Occasionally you two would cross paths but his responses were always, “Yeah” or “no” or “Guess so”. He never gave you a full sentence, making your interactions dry and distasteful. Or if he did, it was to “correct” your mistakes in training in a harsh way. You kind of gave up on talking to him, just giving him small smiles as a way to show you were friendly.

It was sort of fair, only because of the rank difference. You were given no leisure in training or work in general.

You felt drawn to him, subconsciously staring at him when he was in meetings or passing by near him in hallways. In a recent meeting however, you saw his eyes bore into yours for a good while, making you curious as to why he suddenly took notice of you. Was he annoyed? Has he finally had enough of your ogling? All these questions would shimmer down your hope.

That was until he was next to you in the shooting range, seemingly releasing stress while practicing his aim. You took notice of how easy it was for him, then looked back at your barely damaged paper target. You sigh slightly at the sight, a punch of disappointment in your chest just before you start taking your pistol back to the weapon’s case.

“You’re tense. You need to be relaxed.” A gravelly voice said behind you, your head whipping over to it. Your eyes filled with bewilderment once again. Was he talking to you? His brown irises were interlocking with your eyes, he motioned you to walk back with your pistol. “You’re also holding it wrong.”

There it was, the mistake you awaited for him to point out eventually, as he did with everything. Ghost’s jaw slightly tensed as you began to walk over back into your firing lane. Ghost would place his pistol down with the safety on. The gruffly man stepped behind you, his weight slightly behind you, his hands gripped around your wrists to correct your position.

The second you felt his warm breath in your ear, your face grew hot. “Right…” You respond to his corrective action, not able to form a sentence. How the tables have turned. HIs fingertips were somewhat gentle when he helped you fix your grip on the gun. Your eyes would blink for a few moments, trying to pull back some of the color rising in your face.

“Relax.” He murmured to you again.

You took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly out. Ghost lowered the pistol back into your hands, his grasp on your wrists loosened when you began to untense your body.

“Better.” He said with a hint of approval, turning around to place himself against the wall just behind you. Ghost crossed his arms and observed your stance for a moment, before tilting his head to the side to get a better view. “Now, try again.”

The close proximity drove you up a fucking wall. LIttle or no words spoken between you two to him helping you in your aim. Trying to decipher that man was a crisis itself and one you wouldn’t figure out until much, much later. A simple nod came from your head fearful that you’d blurt out something stupid if you spoke. You take your aim, lining down the target with the small sights on the pistol, shooting almost perfectly. You turn to look at him, attempting to read his expression under the mask.

Ghost glanced up from the firing range, his gaze wandering over to you as he took a few steps over to inspect your target.

“Good,” He praised you quietly, still observing your stance. You could hear a small airy huff as he looked at you. It almost sounded like a small smirk? “You’re a trained killer already.”

“You’re teasing me.” You responded to his comment, rolling your eyes with a playful grin tugging at your lips. Turning your sight back to the target in front of you, impressed by your own work. Ghost scoffed, his eyes wandering over to you as he watched you in silence.

“Just because you’re getting better doesn't mean you're good.” That was true, at least looking at your previous attempts on the poor target from before. Although what he said was right, he didn’t have to say it like that. It almost made you feel a bit dismantled in his choice of words. A sigh escaped his mouth. He seemed to pause before he looked back at the target.

“If you hit the center three times, I’ll take you out for drinks.” Ghost suddenly added to his statement. He? Take you out for drinks? His eyes remained on you as some sort of challenge to his own words. You were baffled at the offer, confused as to why he suddenly wanted to be around you, let alone share drinks. You’d smile at the idea of liquor, especially since it was free. Shaking off the anxiety, then looking back at the target with more focus behind your eyes, a clear shot.

You take your stance once more, to be even cockier, you only use a singular hand instead of two. Tap, Tap, Tap. Bullets flying sharply through the distance, you somehow, probably by the grace of god, landed three nearly perfect shots. Swiveling your head over to him, a smug expression plastered over your face. “Rounds are on you.”

Ghost’s eye expression widened in surprise, but he quickly disguised it with another gruff scoff. His gaze meets over to the target in front of you where you had hit the center of, then glanced back to you with furrowed brows. If he had to be honest, he was 100% sure you were going to hit the floor or the wall.

He didn’t seem like the kind of man who would normally bet, however Ghost was a man of his word. After a few moments and some pondering, he nodded. “I guess they are.” His sight lowered to the floor as he considered his offer.

You knew he wasn’t one to socialize. He’d always run off at the start of your conversations or flat out ignore people around him wanting his attention. You thought Ghost viewed you as annoying or even incomprehensible in some way, but maybe… Maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad.

A smug grin twitched to the corner of your lips for a moment, but you quickly hid it and cleared your throat. You begin to walk over to the weapon’s case where you had placed your pistol into, finishing your practice for the day. “Well… I guess I’ll see you after work..?” You’d ask hesitantly, furrowing your brows in a sort of confusion while looking at his taller build in front of you.

His expression was difficult to dissect, even more so with the mask that covered his face. He’d give a small, exhausted sigh when he turned his gaze towards you once again. With a small nod, he titled his head down to look at you better, studying you.

“After work it is.” He said quietly before turning away from you, then walking out of the shooting range. Probably to go hide until he saw you. Would he keep his word?

A few hours after some excruciating training with your Drill Sergeant, you found yourself waiting just outside of the base entrance, cleaned up of course. Your mind was occupied with how your outing with Ghost would go, your head racing with questions and scenarios. Ghost would eventually show up to where you were standing, surprisingly on time, which was another rare occurrence from him. Ghost’s gaze traveled up and down your appearance before tapping you on the shoulder, signaling that he was there.

“Ready to go?” He’d ask dryly.

“Oh, yeah. Ready to go.” You responded quietly, unsure of what else to do or say. Ghost would start walking ahead of you, not worrying if you’d catch up to him or not. The walk was slightly awkward and silence would fall between the two of you. Your legs stammered behind him for a few blocks just off base, enough to keep to his fast pace.

Finally arriving at the bar, a bright neon sign read “Ginny’s”. He’d head in first, sitting on a barstool. The bar was a hole-in-the wall kind of vibe, some music playing in the background and slight chattering. You follow behind him and sit in the stool next to him, looking at the area.

Ghost tapped his fingers against the counter twice to grab the bartender’s attention. He’d order himself a glass of whisky over rocks, and you whatever you told him. As the bartender prepared the drinks, Ghost’s eyes fell on you again. He wanted to ask a question.

“Why did you join?” The brits man asked you in a stern yet curious tone. He was attempting to have a conversation with you. Your body swiveled in the chair to give your attention to him, attempting to figure out your wording.

“I wanted to do something with my life, I guess.” You said to him in a quiet manner, giving him a half assed answer. His expression was unreadable from the half mask he wore. Ghost was trying to understand why you had joined, or what made you join, but he seemed a tad bit uninterested as he kept fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Something else clearly on his running mind.

“My turn.” You spoke as your irises matched with his for a split second. “Why were you so harsh on me when I first joined?” You asked him with an eyebrow raised, hoping to get some answer back from him. Yet, Ghost only drummed his fingers against the counter top before rolling his mask slightly over his lips to take a sip of his drink.He’d give you another exhausted sigh as he thinks about what he’d say next.

“You needed to learn, not to be coddled. It made you better, didn’t it?” He replied back to your question. You drift your gaze to your glass, thinking about what he had said. It was true, it had made you better.

“Plus… I saw potential.” Ghost added while looking at you with a much softer expression than his more stoic one.

You raised an eyebrow at his word choice. He was looking out for you? Actively? Wow, now if that didn’t make your stomach do flips, then what did?

“Didn’t know you had a soft spot for me, lieutenant.” You joked, a teasing tone leaving your lips before sipping on your glass again. Ghost only looked at you for a moment, his gaze observing the way your lips moved while you spoke.

“I wouldn’t say that.” He’d muttered, his eye expression impassive. Before this whole interaction, you couldn’t get his attention, now it was all on you, constantly. He was thinking about something, yet you couldn’t place your finger on it. He was suddenly interested in you and he placed a bet offering to get drinks. You thought of your next question when the conversation died the next few minutes.

This was your chance to ask him for coffee sometime, maybe even dinner. “Would you be interested to grab coffee sometime with me?” You reluctantly asked, hoping for the answer you desired. You felt giddy after you asked the question. Another blank stare as he stood up from the barstool. “No.” The word leaves his mouth bluntly.

“I’m not interested.” Ghost continued, leaving a twenty at the counter and exiting the bar abruptly. His voice seemed unsure? Unsure of what he said. How was he not interested if he had his undivided attention on you since the shooting range.

Well, that was a painful rejection. Maybe you got the wrong idea when he offered going to the bar? Maybe you read his hidden expressions poorly? You watched him leave, another punch of disappointment, this one hitting your heart.

Soon after the whole scene, you finish your drink and sulk all the way back to the base and into your barracks. You kept thinking about the interaction. His eyes and mask sprayed across your memory on full blast, your brain making sure you never forgot.

The next few days were boring, your head bending around the situation that happened a while ago at the bar. A small sadness twinged on your face while you trained. Your assumptions wrapped around the clumsy words you said.

You had zero idea why you were so hell bent on this man.

It was noticeable, but you thought it through. You’d ignore it and continue doing your job and getting better at your mistakes. Everytime when you crossed paths with Ghost, he refused to look in your direction, another stab to your chest. After a week, you still hadn’t gotten over the fact that Ghost rejected you.

You’d do things on the side such as more aiming practice or intelligence collection. Anything at this point.

Although Ghost had seemed like he’d cut you off, you catch him now and again staring at you, watching you, his mind and face undecipherable.

The days stretched and became more and more of the same routine, except you didn’t have Ghost on your radar. He seemed to be avoiding you and wouldn’t even look in your direction. Did he have to be so rude about it? All he could’ve said was that he wasn’t interested politely and you would’ve moved on. Why was this so difficult? This whole situation just made you frustrated.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard a hard knock on your barrack door. A small groan escapes your mouth, attempting to tune out the sound. A louder knock comes from the door, resulting in you turning to your side to see two shadows from feet in the light under it.

You shuffle out of your bed and stammer your way towards it, wondering who could be bothering you at this hour. Unlocking the door, your hazy eyes meet with someone's chest. The sound of someone clearing their throat makes your gaze focus on their face, or mask as you now noticed.

You crossed your arms, confused and a bit taken aback as to why he was here in the first place. A remembrance of a memory where he rejected you coming across as well, a sour expression falling to your face.

“What do you want?” You asked bluntly, wanting to get this over with.

You thought he was here to berate you about your offer or to tell you that you’re in trouble for saying something of that sort. You huff at the stance and look he gave you in your own door way.

Ghost let out a small frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly to you. You raise an eyebrow to what he replied with. “Look, if you have some guilt after all, save it. You rejected me, I'll get over it eventually.” You rant once again, bluntly. You begin to close the door to your room, a strong hand stopping it. Your patience was growing thin. Another sigh coming from his nostrils.

“I know. And–I’m sorry.” He repeated with a defeated eye expression.

Your body loosens again, your gaze darting a few times, as you don’t know what to do or say back to him.. “I do have guilt for just leaving you at the bar like that.” Ghost admitted, looking at your smaller frame.

You were flabbergasted. “I know what I said, but I am interested. It was a mistake at the time.” He added, his eyes searching for your reaction. You were taken aback. You wanted to pinch yourself at this because you thought you were dreaming.

“But because of the rank difference, I was distant. Hesitant to pursue you.”

Your lips were parted slightly as you took in the information. You didn’t know what to say or think, you were left speechless. He took a step further, now in the threshold of your barrack doorway. You take a step back, your stomach beginning to wave off pressure.

Your heart wanted to rip itself out of your chest while you stared at him with blank eyes. You hesitate, wondering if this was dangerous or not, but reluctantly agree with your brain. Your body was less defensive as you looked at him with a forgiven breath. “Really?” You question him.

“This isn’t some joke or something is it?”

Ghost shook his head. “I’m being completely honest.” His hands stuffed into his pockets while looking down at your smaller frame. “I’d like to take you up on your offer.”

“Does… sometime this week fit in your schedule..?”

A smile spreads across your face and you flush slightly at the thought, your heart mending itself, completely forgetting about the original rejection. You had that familiar giddy feeling again. “Yeah, we can go down the street to a new cafe that opened.” You eagerly respond to him. A quietness fell over the two of you again. Ghost’s eyes would wander over your body, taking in your tank top and shorts that you were sleeping in.

Ghost shifted his weight. “Can I come in?” He’d ask in a husky voice while searching for your approval. You nod, giving him simple permission to enter. You moved aside from your door and he swiftly came inside your room. Ghost would close the door behind himself, locking it afterwards. Your eyes had to readjust to the darkness before you turned on a lamp on your small desk.

Ghost took a few small steps towards you, inspecting your body language before he rolled up his mask past his lips slightly. His eyes asked for your approval to kiss you, you gave another nod. He leans down and places his warm lips atop of yours, a hand moving to your waist. His mouth had an accent of whisky, a small yet noticeable amount.

A free hand glides to your head, lacing fingers in your hair to pull you forward to deepen the kiss. Your hands found themselves pressed firmly against his chest, your body slightly slumped at the feeling. He breaks apart from your tender lips and looks down at you, his hand brushing against the fabric of the tank top you wore.

“Let me help you.” Ghost would say, his calloused fingers coming under your tank top, grazing over your skin. Both of you strip away the article of clothing, a cool breeze hitting your tits. Now both of his hands glide over your skin, then cup your breast. He seemed pleased, at least from what you could tell. With a small flick to your nipple, it grew hard. The pain sensation of your skin made you jolt. “All mine.”

Mind you, his eyes never left your face while he touched you. He leans down to kiss you again, a groan against your mouth when he caresses your breasts. One of his knees propped itself between your thighs, making your pussy tighten around nothing at the feeling. The kiss between the two of you becomes more rough as his tongue slips in with ease, fighting for dominance over yours. Ghost would continue to play with your chest, while his knee pressed even further against your clit. Your hips moved slightly against his thigh through the fabric of your shorts.

You let out a sigh at the feeling of your body pulsating against him, making your head spin. It wasn’t long before he had you pinned up to a wall, still with his knee between your messy thighs. Your cunt was beginning to seep from your own juices, creating a wet spot in your panties.

His knee left from your needy hole for just a moment as he had you backed up. “Take them off.” You didn’t even hesitate with that demand, you took off your shorts, pushing them down until they fell to the floor. Ghost would kick them to the side,his eyes settling at the damp mess between your inner thighs.

“Such a fucking naughty one, huh?” Ghost murmured, a finger slipping under the hem of your panties, sliding them off down to your ankles. As he smoothly disregarded them, he dropped to his knees. His hands landed themselves on the outside of your upper thighs, holding you in place. A small smirk toyed on his lips before he licked at your clit, a whine escaping your mouth from anticipation. His hot breath against your pussy was just enough to send you over the wall.

He sucked and nibbled at your sensitive skin before his tongue would slide into your cunt, pumping you with it. Your body squirmed, your knees wanting to buckle from under you, which only made Ghost’s hands on your thighs tighten. For a man as asocial as he was, he knew what he was doing. It was almost unfair. Your eyes met with the ceiling of your room, giving Ghost a sign that he was doing his work correctly.

His tongue would hit the sweet spot from within you. Bingo. He’d continue to work on you, making sure to use his tongue to hear your singing voice. Ghost would still look up at your facial expressions, your mouth agape, a small hint of drool leaking from it. “Don’t stop, please.” a cry exiting your lips. Your legs trembled at the feeling of your body getting close to climaxing. It was almost embarrassing how close you were already.

“Don’t—I'm so close.” A whispering plea coming from your mouth, begging for him to do whatever he was doing.

A few more moans left your throat as you came into his. Ghost would lap up every drop from your pussy, as if he was some dog quenching its thirst, releasing soft groans against your sensitive cunt. You were panting during the time it took him to slowly guide his hands back up to your waist, holding you in place again. One of his hands breaking away to slide his own pants down, alongside his boxers, tossing them to the side when he stripped himself of his clothing.

Ghost gently wrapped his rough hand around his own cock, slowly pumping it a few times while he looked at you. Before lingering himself near you, he spit in his hand, smothering it over your throbbing pussy to prepare you. You raised yourself by your tiptoes to make it easier for him to push himself into. Guiding his cock to your entrance, his tip slipped in with ease.

He then put a hand back onto your waist, using his foot to nudge your thighs a little bit more apart. Ghost would move inch by inch, slithering himself slowly inside you to adjust to his size. He’d pull almost all the way in but not before he slid back in, stuffing you full.

“Taking me so well.” He’d whisper near your ear, ensuring you’d hear his compliment. A bulge appears from within you on your lower abdomen.

“Fuck.” He’d groan quietly while filling you.

His hips would repeat this as a way to split you open from the inside, making sure you could feel every inch of him. You could feel your eyes wanting to meet with the ceiling again. Your sounds of pleasure filling the room for a split second. That was before Ghost removed one of his hands from your waist and placed it over your mouth, silencing you.

He was anticipating how loud you’d be, hence why he covered your dirty mouth. No one could figure out what was happening between a lieutenant and a recruit. Both of you would be chewed out and probably thrown out if anyone did. You were bending the rules for your own desires, and now his. How far would it take you?

“Shhh… Try and stay quiet for me, love.” He asked in a quiet manner, hoping you’d oblige. But you knew you couldn’t keep by that promise.

Your back pushes off the wall slightly, making his cock push further into you. A muffled moan escaping from your voicebox. He’d start off slow for a minute or two then he would start fastening his thrusts within you, hitting and bruising every part. Your insides clenching down on his already sensitive cock as he fucked up into you.

Ghost would mutter things to himself as he felt himself losing it within you. The whole thing of “having what you’re not supposed’ only makes him move his hips into you more, plunging your needy hole.

The only sounds to fall into your room were his ragged fast pace breathing, the slapping of both of your bodies and your quieted moans. Your body continued to writhe and wriggle under him. His hand on your waist tightened, making sure to keep you in place.

His eyes never left yours, watching your eyebrows furrow from the pleasure. His breathing was becoming heavier, his cock pounding you deeply, abusing your body.

Your eyes threatened to release the tears that watered them while this played out. Your second orgasm on the rise to finish, you can feel him move with a more vigorous pace. It was almost too good to be true.

As you were getting closer and closer to finishing, he placed a hot kiss on your lips, pushing his tongue in to meet yours. You’d moan into his mouth while he grunted into yours. Your walls clenched around his cock, releasing yourself all over it. One last mewl escaping your mouth yet muffled by his, making it quieter.

Nothing has ever made you feel like this, especially your own fingers. This was definitely something else, something better than you imagined.

Ghost placed his hand back to your mouth after tearing away from the kiss, his eyes eager to climax himself. More forcible thrusts would enter and exit your body while you ride your orgasm out

“So good. Fuck, so good.” Ghost would say behind gritted teeth as he too, was holding back his own voice now.

His grasp on your waist tightening, bruising the supple flesh from under his textured hands. A few more movements, he pulled his throbbing cock out from your clenching walls. Pumping it again, this time coated with the sleek shine of your juices covering it.

He cums over the skin on your thighs, letting out a closed mouth grunt from it, a sort of growl. He pants slightly from all the movement. The liquid dribbled down your weakened legs.

Your legs trembled, shook even at the pressure from within your own pulsating body. Removing his hand from your mouth, he looked at your ecstasy filled body, satisfied grin placed on his lips. He moves away from your body and heads towards the bathroom where he tosses a towel over his shoulder. As you still stood against the wall, your back touching it, he began to clean the mess between your legs.

Your body ached, it was sore, and definitely bruised in several places. Ghost would carefully lead you over to your bed where he sat you on the edge to continue to clean you.

“You have a soft spot for me after all.” You teased with a weary and exhausted voice.

“I do. Only for you.”

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yunietunie · 8 months

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This is so me, i am indeed bitches

it’s me. i’m bitches.

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yunietunie · 8 months

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You married Simon Riley.

Summary: Simon and reader went on a deployment, can’t remember what really happened after the mission.

gn!reader, husband!simonriley, angst

a/n: This one is pretty short for the right reasons :P

You married him. You married Simon Riley shortly after just under six years of knowing him. Both were hand picked to be part of the special ops, known to be TF141. At your wedding, Soap was the best man, alongside Gaz and Price.

Boots plattered through the hallway of your home, ones that stomped through your memory constantly.

“I'm home, love.” Simon would say as he placed his bag down to the side of the couch you were sitting on. A small smile on his face when he placed a kiss on your cheek. You returned a loving smile back to him. The house was eerily quiet.

“Good.” You said with a satisfied grin tugging on your lips when he flopped himself onto the cushion next to you.

“How was work?” You asked him, crossing your legs, turning your body towards him. Your eyes glimmering. He would let out an audible groan as he rested his hand on his temples, rubbing at the skin slightly.

“Old man can’t get off my arse.” Simon would reply, which only made you give a soft frown in response. You placed a hand on his shoulder and caressed his shoulder in a reassuring manner.

“I'll be okay, lovie.” Simon would attempt to lift the mood, still upholding his small smile on the corner of his lips.

“How was your day?” He asked you to look straight into your irises, leaning back onto the sofa as he did. In honesty, your mind was hazy. Not even remembering what you had for breakfast this morning.

“You know… I don’t remember.” A hand stroked your chin while you kept trying to get your memory to resurface.

“That’s alright.” Simon would say, a hand resting on your knee while his eyes kept a chokehold on yours. You two would chat for what seemed like hours before you both headed to bed. A knock at the door was what woke you from your peaceful slumber in your shared bed. Your eyes wander to the side of you where you saw half of the bed already made.

“Seems he went downstairs.” You mumbled to yourself as you got dressed. The knocking did not repress even after you got downstairs.

“Who’s that, lovie?” Simon would ask from the kitchen. You unlock the door and open it, to be met with Johnny.

“It’s just Johnny.” You replied, swiveling your head back to the direction where you last heard Simon’s voice. Johnny looked confused, raising an eyebrow and looking at the area behind you.

“Havin' someone over?” Johnny would ask, his eyes still trying to figure out who you were talking to.

“No…? It's just me and Simon.” You would giggle with a hand placed on the door frame. Johnny gave an weary sigh as he looked down upon you. What was the matter? Why was he acting like this?

“He’s in the kitchen right now, making breakfast.” You replied having yet another small giggle in your throat as you could practically smell the food cooking. He would look you deeply in your eyes, trying to find you, where you last left off.

Johnny would stay quietly while you two stood on opposite sides of the threshold. You would keep the door open, turning your body to walk towards the kitchen.

“Come join us, it’s been a few days since we last ate a meal, the three of us.” You said with a fond smile on your face, with a slight skip in your step. Johnny stepped inside, unsure how to handle this situation.

Your eyes searched in the kitchen, looking for Simon. He must’ve gone off somewhere, right?

“Si..?” You asked while your eyes still looked around and even into the living room. Silence. It was quiet again. Not even his scent filled your nose like it once did.

“Simon.. Where are you?” You’d plead as your eye movements became more frantic. Johnny placed a hand on your shoulder to try and calm you down.

“…Simon died a year ago.” Johnny said quietly.

#simon ghost x reader #simon riley #cod x reader #mw2 2022 #ghost mw2 #114 x reader #mw2 #angst

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yunietunie · 8 months

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Silent Treatment

(nsfw)

a/n: i had a lot of fun writing this one. It was one of my older ones.

The days are long, the days are hard. A softer side from Simon switched to a rougher one when silent treatment was given.

f!reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, boyfriend!simon, pnv, unprotected!sex, established relationship.

Simon. The man was too enveloped in his work. It concerned you, yes, but it was his job after all. Sure you two were in the same unit but because of him and his work, it left you hardly any time together. If there was time, it’d be talking about something that frustrated either of you because of work.

“Si, you said you had the day off today.” You said to him sternly as he arrived home late once again. His eyes shifted to the clock on the wall in your shared apartment living room.

“It’s 2 am, why are you still awake? Don't you have an early shift?” Simon would ask as he tossed his bag to the floor before beginning to take off his boots. You rolled your eyes as he avoided your comment. You were sat down on the couch with the TV playing one of your shows. You turned your gaze towards it, avoiding his question in return, a slight huff.

An audible groan was given from him as he got up from the foot bench and headed towards the couch where you sat comfortably in your pout.

“Look, I'm sorry. I was asked to come in and you know how old man is.” The Brit said as he sat down next to you, attempting to grab your attention. You weren’t giving it to him. You remained drained of any conversation as you sat there, angrily.

“Silent treatment, huh?” Simon would say as he raised an eyebrow after taking off his infamous mask. He’d prefer it off around you, separating your time with him and work, the way he liked it. The way you liked it. He Kept staring at you from across the couch as your irises were still on the screen, ignoring him.

His jaw tensed. He hated the silent treatment, he hated that more than anything, especially after a long day of work. He moved over next to you on the couch, his hand resting on your upper thigh as his gaze still refused to look away from you. He was giving you a warning to speak up, to say something, however you decided your tantrum needed to sizzle out. Nothing but the TV making noise throughout the room.

“Fine.” He grunted and his hand lifted from your thigh. He then turned off the TV which made your head whip over to him. Finally he had himself in your attention. In one swoop, he picked you up bridal style from the couch, turned off the living room lights and headed towards your shared bedroom.

An expression of bewilderment falling on your drowsy face before he placed you on the bed then put himself next to you. Hugging your body, making sure to keep you in place.

“I'm sorry. We can have tomorrow off.” He grumbled as he took in the scent of your hair, burrowing his nose into the back of your neck. You heaved an exhausted sigh to his sweet gesture. That was new.

“I have work tomorrow.” You reluctantly replied back to him. His arms wrapped around your waist as he spooned you from behind. He gave a huff to that comment, furrowing his brows.

“Tell them you’re sick.” He replied as his mouth found its way to your neck where he gave hot kisses.

“Si, I can’t just call out.” You replied once more, attempting to fight his kisses and touches.

“I'm your superior. And if Price has a problem with it, then oh well.” Simon purred in between kisses as his arms tightened around you, holding you as closely as possible. He was frustrated with the silent treatment in the beginning, now your resistance was adding more to it. He let it go, for now at least. Then, that’s when you felt it.

“Si, you’re poking me.” You said as you tried to turn your body towards him, but he refused to let you turn around. He didn’t stop placing small kisses on your neck, occasionally giving you some hickies to parade around. Simon’s hands slipped under your pajama shirt, gliding just over your chest. Making your body jolt instantly and the breath in your throat hitch. A pressure building in your lower stomach.

“Shhhhh.” He said in your ear before giving it a light nibble then moved back down to your neck. He was being touchy all of a sudden. Was it because of work? Something must’ve frustrated him. His hands roaming under your shirt, his hot lips on your sensitive neck and his cock poking you from behind.

His fingers found themselves on top of your already hard nipples. He pinched them just enough for your body to jolt again. Something he always loved, how all of his touches make your body have a reaction.

“Such good tits.” He said in an airy whisper in your ear again, making the knot in your lower stomach turn into a throbbing sensation. His hands leave them and brush the skin down to your waist, then your hips, and land on the outside of your thighs. He rubs the material of your shorts slightly. Building tension, being gentle, taking his time to touch and feel you with his textured hands.

“I’ve missed you. God, I missed touching you.” He added with a weary sigh. It was true, because of work you two had no time to do anything together. It was very nice. At least that's what the throbbing mess of a cunt you had would say. Every touch brings you closer to what you want to ask him to do to you. But before you could, Simon already had ideas.

“Can I?” Simon asked softly while already sliding off your shorts. Surprised to see that you were not wearing panties at all. A small smirk left on his lips, one of his hands leaving your thigh and cupping your ass.. You gave a small nod in response to his question. That was enough for him to unzip his jeans and take his member out.

He placed it between your inner thighs that were together, just right against your slick and needy folds. He was happy to see you already a mess without him doing much. He rocked his hips back and forth between your thighs and pussy, enjoying the moment.

This was a perfect stress reliever for him. Some sighs and groans would escape his throat, but he mostly kept his lips on your neck, slightly biting down on the supple flesh, leaving marks. A hand rested on your waist, another playing with your tit, his finger brushing against your hardened nipple as you two continued to lay on your sides.

“Mmm…” A hum from his throat as he continued to use your thighs for himself. He moves his hand from your waist down to your thigh where he squeezed gently.

Now faster, he moved his hips behind you, his breath picked up and became more rugged. But he didn’t know how much he could hold back any longer just fucking your thighs. Simon wanted you, more than anything, but if he were to have you, he wouldn’t be sure if he could stop. His warm lips never stopped leaving marks over your neck, branding you as his.

A few soft yet fast thrusts, he came on top of the bed sheets, his hips slowing down as he rode his orgasm out. Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach, positioning himself on his knees behind you, between your now messy thighs.

“Please. Please let me feel you.” Simon would plead. The switch off in attitude was certainly something. He didn’t care about much of anything right now. You moved your head to the side from the pillow and your irises gave him permission. If they didn’t, your pussy certainly did. He put his weight on your back, a hand on your throat and an arm wrapped just below your breasts so that your lower torso was lifted a little, then he pushed himself inside you. Your ass makes contact with his hips, earning him a small mewl from your mouth.

He relished in the feeling of your walls getting used to his cock again, so he would stay with you in that moment for just a little bit. Simon wasn’t sure if he could be gentle with you, at least not right now. He needed it. He’s been away from your body for a while due to work, now he had you, and he was going to have you.

His hips began slapping against you, his thrusts at a fast pace, making your body shudder. Small pants would leave Simon’s mouth as he continued to use your body. However, he did make sure while he was fucking you, to keep you in mind. He’d probe his cock against your cervix while teasing your breast with the hand under them.

“Such a good girl, not so silent are we?” Simon teased in your ear as his thrusts pounded deeper into your body, penetrating you. You swear he was trying to split you open. You couldn’t think of what words to say as you were preoccupied with releasing whines, whimpers and moans to each of his movements.

Your back instinctively arches, your hips raised a little higher for him to bruise you more. He did just that, making sure to pump you full of his cock as he abused your body from the inside with it. This is what he missed. He missed you of course, but fucking your cunt was the top of his list if he had to admit it.

The pressure from his hand that was wrapped around your throat began to grow slightly, making your eye prickle with wetness as he slammed into you sensely. He was ravaging you right now, taking in your body. He could feel your walls tightening around him as you started getting closer. He stopped, leaving you dumbfounded.

“No no no. You don’t get to cum until I tell you to. Understand, lovie?” Simon would whisper in your ear with a smirk in his breath. Since you used silent treatment on him earlier, he decided you needed some punishment. At least for making him a little frustrated.

“Think you can wait for me?” He added with a heavy yet shallow breath. You wanted to cum at that moment. To release. But he wouldn’t let you. Was he really edging you right now? You nodded then he started up once more. His breaths, ragged. His grunts became louder as he felt his tip hitting you from the inside.

He moved the hand from your hip and placed it just right above your lower stomach. Simon wanted to feel himself fucking into you. Simon loved the bulge he created when he was balls deep. He loved stuffing you full of his cock. Your moans grow louder while your body writhes under him. You could even feel your eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head.

Your legs wanted to give out, they were trembling. Simon would take note of this and decided that he needed to pick up the pace. And so he did, he wasn't going to let you give out so easily.

It wasn’t long before you could feel your body begging for its release.

“Si, please.” You pleaded desperately.

“Please what?.” Simon would whisper in a teasing tone to get you to use your words.

“Please–I can’t…Jesus. Si, I don't know how much longer I can take it. Please” You begged to finish, your walls tightening around his cock again. Your eyes threaten to take away the water within them. Speeding up his thrusts into you, he puts pressure on your throat, tightening little by little.

“So good, begging for it.” Simon said between soft grunts next to your ear as he was more focused on his hips and breathing.

“Cum with me, lovie. Give it to me.” Simon would say to you, almost sounding like a command more than asking for it. You felt yourself being driven over the edge as your insides squeezed him, giving him what he wanted. You came around his cock, juices coated it, giving it a slick advantage. It wasn’t long before one last hard thrust, he spilled his hot seed into you. Breeding you.

Simon would stay in that moment, making sure to give a few more thrusts to fuck his cum deeper into you, he wanted you to be painted white from the inside. He would soon let go of your throat and lift himself off of you and your hips. He slid his sensitive cock out of your bruised pussy, watching himself spill out of you with satisfaction.

“We’ll get you cleaned up. I’ll run a bath.” Simon would say as he got up from the bed and walked towards your shared bathroom where the water began to run. He would peek his head from the side of the doorframe.

“You’re not going in tomorrow.”

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Hi Yunie🖤

I hope you're well and in peace :), if you're comfortable and willing, could I please get a fic/hc/drabble with Alejandro Vargas x f!reader (nsfw)??

I saw idea in the One Piece Fandom of the Ex!Husband, Alejandro as an Ex!husband who is very much still all over his Ex!wife reader.

You can throw in the jealousy/possessive trope and whatever else you'd like, I'd like you to write this in a way you're led to but I will not be mad if they're both so into each other despite not being together and it it ends with them both and their glaring breeding schmink and a makeup, I'll humbly accept.

If you're not cool to write any part of this or this as a whole, that is entirely okay.

I appreciate you for accommodating me, take care of yourself love🥀

Never Again.

[nsfw]

A/n: based on a request for Alejandro and reader being exes, hope you enjoy :).

Alejandro wanted something different, bringing the end to the relationship. A mission would bring close proximity, something he never thought would happen. He couldn’t still love you, could he?

F!reader, exhusband!Alejandro, light angst, smut, MDNI, 18+, pnv, unprotected!sex

Based on request.

Let’s give a little backstory, yeah? You and Alejandro were married and together for quite some time. You’d accompany each other on missions, making sure the other would come out safe. Your love was strong between yourselves.

“Mi amor, do you think we can talk about something?” Alejandro asked as you two sat on opposite sides of the dinner table, eating.

“What is it?” You responded in a sweet voice, setting down your utensil, looking up into his brown eyes.

“Well… I was thinking. Because we’ve been together for so long we could…” He trailed off, letting his sentence hang in the air for a moment. He looked hesitant to say anything because he already knew your thoughts on this topic. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“...We could start a family?” Alejandro said with a small fond smile after finishing the question. You frowned and shook your head, crossing your arms.

“No, and we’ve already talked about this, Vargas.” You replied. You’d use his last name as a way to say to him you were done with the conversation, or to tell him you were frustrated.

“I'm not ready for that.” You would add on, attempting to justify and “seal the deal” so he couldn’t ask about it anymore. Every time he’d ask about starting a family, it only grew in more and more tension between the two of you. A little hole in your heart would tear open each time, knowing the two of you wanted something different.

Starting a family and settling down was a huge part of a relationship, and as you thought of it at the time, a major strain. Every time he’d casually ask about it, the more you could feel yourself distancing yourself from him, because you didn’t desire what he wanted. He’d keep pushing and pushing, you keep taking a step back.

That’s when you’d find yourself filing for divorce in an office building, sitting once more on opposite sides of the table. He looked sad. He loved you, you were his purpose, the love of his life. Everything. He was the same to you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart break in half that this was the reason that broke you two apart. You looked away, shamefully from him, barely composing your poker face.

A few months would fly by where you’re living in your own apartment building, just outside of the base.

You’d groan as the alarm clock rang to wake you up from your sleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you picked up a polaroid of the two of you at your wedding, a sigh escaping your mouth. You’d question every morning since that day if you made the right choice.

Setting the picture down, you stretch your limbs and stand up. Going to the bathroom to ready yourself for work. Brushing your teeth, looking at your face, tidying your hair, putting on your uniform.

Then heading to base in your dinky car. The two of you would avoid glances, refuse to answer each other when in meetings, cross by hallways with strange auras. However, there were times when you caught him staring at you while training or when you went to the canteen to grab a bite to eat. A sour expression on his face whenever male recruits would be flaunting over you. He seemed… Jealous almost?

“What? You’re putting us both on a mission?” You protested towards your general. Alejandro looked displeased, as if he didn’t want to go.

“I don’t care about your differences. This is a dangerous man and I need you both.” The general said as both of you stood next to each other, ready to continue arguing. But you shut your mouth, sighing in response which gave your general a green light to continue his explanation.

“His name is Andrea Enza, he’s been part of the cartel and has some AQ affiliation. We’ve finally got some intel on him from a third party. I need you two to go in, undercover, get information and get out. However, if a problem arises, you will have orders to neutralize the target.” Your general said, leaning back in his chair, a slight creak escaping it after he finished the scenario.

You glance over at Alejandro who hasn’t said a word this entire interaction. It made you question. What was he thinking about?

“Where does he usually go?” You asked your general quietly while returning your gaze down at the files.

“An erotic dance joint, downtown.” He responded with an uneasy tone. Alejandro would mutter something in Spanish with some irritation behind it. Shit. Well, you know what that means. In missions like these, you usually go alone but because of how high the threat level was, he had to send in someone else. However, it was your ex-husband Alejandro, joining you this time.

An exhausted sigh leaves your mouth as you were the first one to leave your general's office, getting ready for the mission. Thousands of thoughts ran through your head. Why didn’t Alejandro protest this? And what did he say under his breath? What were his thoughts?

Soon after, Alejandro entered the weapons locker where you were gathering your own things. A huff escapes your lips.

“Vargas.” You said as a greeting, but more stern intent. He didn’t say anything. It kind of made you heartbroken that he didn't respond to you or when he’d ignore you in the hallway. You couldn’t help but miss him terribly, but it seems he moved on from you. Or so you thought.

Alejandro grabbed his things and exited the weapons locker. Soon after you left, you had a robe on top of your promiscuous outfit, not revealing it yet. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes bore into your back when you were the first one to enter the car, him following soon after.

The ride is silent. You looked out the window, enchanted by the city lights in the dark sky, illuminated by stars.

“So, you and that recruit, huh?” Alejandro broke the quiet ride, a hand on the steering wheel. Turning your head to look at him. You didn’t expect him to just say that. What was he doing?

“Yep.” You’d respond back with your arms crossed over your chest. You could see his jaw clench at that confirmation. He cleared his throat, then again, silence. To be honest, the only reason you were with that recruit was to fill your torn open heart. This mission was going to be hard.

“I don’t want you talking to him. He’s new and needs to learn, not to be coddled.” Alejandro responded in his normally raspy voice. This made an eyebrow raise on your face once more. You were surprised. He wanted you to stay away from someone? Was he… jealous? No, no. If he was, he would’ve said something about it. Right?

“And if I don't?” You challenged his comment, you looked directly to the side of his face.

“Forget I said anything.” Alejandro said as his jaw and hand clenched as he brought his main focus back on the road. He seemed frustrated, consumed, even. What a strange interaction…

What seemed like forever, you finally arrived at where Andrea would be. The tension is so thick in the car, you’d need a knife to cut it. You stepped out, closing the door and heading in first. Alejandro follows in to go listen to Andrea. His suit is clean and sharp looking, a mask over his face to cover his identity.

When Alejandro walked in, he noticed that you were starting to walk backstage.. His eyes search the club over the flashing lights so he could slip in with other guards around Andrea. And he did just that, easily finding a way in, listening to what they were all discussing.

“Oh are you the new girl for the night?” A sweet voice from behind you rang. This girl was so beautiful. And she was in a revealing outfit. To be fair, it was a strip club. She gave a friendly smile and put a hand on your shoulder to guide you backstage to get pampered before heading on there.

A wave of embarrassment flushed over your face, hoping that Alejandro wouldn’t be in there to see you perform. As you took off the robe, you felt a cool breeze hit almost every surface of your delicate skin. A slight shudder escaped and goosebumps filled your body.

“Hey, be careful of the man up front. He’s been taking girls home. I heard it’s not a good experience.” The same girl you met earlier said in a hushed whisper. She seemed worrisome for your safety and any of the other girls.

“I.. don't really know how to perform.” You admitted as you looked yourself up and down your own body. The girl gave a reassuring smile as she stood behind you.

“Stick with what you think would be best. I promise no matter what, you’ll be a hoot.” You give a warm smile in response to her words. Then you walk to the stage and grab a pole, walking around it slowly with your hand on it. You looked to be in your prime, feeling confident, not caring what eyes were on you.

As soon as you touched the pole, Alejandro’s eyes never left your body, or your face. He was enchanted by the sight. How he missed touching your soft skin.

“Did you hear me?” Andrea said to Alejandro. He fluttered his eyes for a moment and cleared his. Alejandro’s eyes wandered throughout the club, his blood boiling when he noticed the dozens and dozens of perverted gazes on you.

“No, sorry. What was it you said?” Alejandro responded, whipping his head towards Andrea. He felt his throat run dry.

The music was loud, you couldn’t tell what they were discussing, but you knew it had to be intel. You wrap a leg around the pole, and swing your body around it gracefully. You were almost getting the hang of it.

“I’d like that girl.” Andrea said as he looked at you to Alejandro. This only made him more irate.

“I’d take her home, treat her like a princess. I bet her body would tremble under my touch.” Andrea would continue before leaning in his seat a little more forward to get a better look at you. Alejandro felt his chest get heavier as he tried to control himself. He didn’t want some man talking about you like some toy. Especially a man such as this.

“I’d want to put my hands all over her body.” Andrea said as he gripped his own knee.

“She’s taken.” Alejandro responded with a grit in his voice.

“What do you-” Before Andrea could respond, Alejandro already cut him off with a right hook to the side of his face. Panic spread through the cub as civilians started to pour out the building. Some cartel members filling in their places. Other girls left the stage, leaving you alone. You had to make a choice. Taking your heels off, you lunged off the stage and ran towards Alejandro and Andrea.

You keep Andrea pinned to the floor as Alejandro took out the cartel members easily with his weapon. Bullets flailed around the two of you as you took cover behind a flipped table. Returning to you, he placed handcuffs and zipties on Andrea, forcing him out of control. An audible grunt leaving his mouth.

Alejandro took off his suit jacket and placed over top your shoulders to cover you. He stares at you for a second and dismisses his feelings. He gets Andrea on his feet and drags him out of the club and into the car you’d take back. You followed behind Alejandro and got in the passenger seat while Andrea sat in the back.

Andrea seemed to mutter words towards you, slowly inching closer to you.

“Cállate.” Alejandro growled while he looked in the rearview mirror then back to the road. The engine roared with life when he turned the key. When you arrived back, two men from your unit escorted Andrea to a holding cell. Alejandro drove the car to the parking garage where the other cars for the base would be. Silence fell once more as he turned the key, killing the engine.

He looked like he wanted to say something. But he was hesitating. You turned your body in your seat towards him.

“Listen…” He began as he sighed and turned towards you, looking at his hands then up at you.

“Can we… talk?” He finished while looking at you. He’d fidget with his gloves. You nodded in response.

“I know you moved on and everything. But I miss you, mi amor.” Alejandro said with a type of airy whisper. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“But you ignore me, or don’t respond to me when I talk to you.” You said to him a whisper yourself, trying to figure it all out.

“That’s because I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me.”

“I think about you every night when I go to sleep. Every time I see you at work, every time I see you training. I think about our marriage and how we could’ve done things differently. I really do miss you, amor.” Alejandro admitted with a slight gleam in his eyes, hoping you’d reciprocate his feelings. In truth you did, you missed him. His scent, his voice, when the two of you would do everything together. But he wanted something different than you.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you for a family.” Alejandro continued as he placed a hand on your cheek. He knew just how to touch you to make your stomach do leaps.

“I.. miss you too. And… I shouldn't have thrown away your idea.” You coerced to him in a whisper as you looked up at him with your doe-eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

“And… I wouldn’t mind starting one, as long as I’m with you.” You continued. You missed him terribly. You wanted to be with him again. Wanting to make this relationship work once again. He’d give a small warm smile in response.

“Can’t wait, mi amor.” He responded. The jacket he gave you slipped off of your shoulders, revealing your skimpy outfit to him again. His eyes darted to your body, especially to your chest. A hotness spread over your face as you realized where his gaze went.

“Can I… Can I have you again?” He’d ask for your permission while his prying eyes wandered to each inch of your skin, then back up you for your response. A hand slithered on your waist. Your breath hitching in your throat. A nod in response was all he needed to push himself into the back seat, holding a hand out for you to take him. You take it, he pulls you towards him. For a base car, it was quite spacious back there.

He sits in the middle seat, eager to start with anything. You get on your knees, you back pressed against the back of the middle console of the car. You unzip his jeans and his cock whips out, twitching already. It has been hard since he saw you on the stage performing, he’s just been hiding it pretty well.

He looks down at you with desperation as your soft hands would lace themselves around him. Your soft fingers would circle around his tip, it was already leaking with precum. You stroked his shaft, he leaned his head back on the seat headrest.

“Mierda… I missed your hands.” Alejandro said in a husky tone as he looked back down at you. PLacing a hand on top of his thigh, you fasten the pace. His breaths become more ragged and hoarse. Putting your hand lower on his cock, your tongue found its way to his sensitive tip, earning a grunt from him.

It wasn’t long before your pretty lips wrapped around his cock and his hand was filled with your hair. He’d guide your pace, making sure to fuck your throat nice and deep. Pushing your head to frisk his cock in a way he remembered. You whined on his cock which only made him want to push you down with more force.

Tears began to prickle your eyes, your tongue swiveling around his sensitive skin. He was panting and groaning by the time like some wolf in heat. His pace quickened when his grip tightened around the roots of your hair. Mascara running down your face. He placed his free hand on your cheek, caressing the skin slightly as he looked down at you in a loving way.

“You’re so pretty like this.” Alejandro purred then wiped away some of your ruined make-up to the side of your face. Rolling his head back, Alejandro gave soft moans, continuing to guide your head at his pace. He was getting close.

Your whines and moans are muffled by his cock in your mouth, deepthroating you. In honesty, you missed how hard he’d fuck every hole in your body, a wet spot forming between the lace of your outfit, dribbling down your thighs.

One last push down of your head, he released his cum into your throat, some seeping out of the corner of your lips. He would stay like that for a little, trying to catch his breath before he slid himself out of your messy mouth.

“Swallow.” Alejandro told you, his finger resting under your chin. You did as you were told, swallowing his seed down your bruised throat.

Mixed with your drool and his cum, he pulled you into a kiss. Hands roaming on your body once more. He loved watching your make-up run, and he was going to make sure it wasn't the last of it for tonight.

Alejandro lifted you onto his lap so that you could straddle his hips, sitting on top of them. His rough and calloused fingers brushed around your skin again, exploring your waist. Gliding his fingers softly under your outfit just before taking the top portion of it off.

“I would’ve killed everyone in the club for staring at you.” Alejandro said in a seductive velvety tone as he looked to your eye level, his hands never leaving your body. Aas your top was now off, your chest was exposed to him. He let his warm mouth coddle your hardened nipple. His teeth make a small nibble to it, you whimper at the feeling and twitch to the pain. Swirling around your sensitive nipple, Alejandro already began to slip under your bottom portion to the side of your slick folds.

He could practically feel how wet he made you, the heat radiating off your damp pussy. How long has it been since you had him in you? Days, weeks, months. It drove you up a fucking wall if he were to ask you. You wanted to tell him how you thought of his destroying you from the inside out. To be manhandled.

Continuing to look up at you as he teased your chest, he slipped a finger into you, pumping it slightly while curling it. His fingers covered in your juices as you mewled to the feeling of both pain and pleasure. Alejandro gave the same attention to your other tit, his finger added another and stayed at a soft pace. He knew just where to touch you to become putty in his hands.

Occasionally, he’d reach up with his mouth to kiss you, his tongue finding a way to fight with yours. His free hand fell onto your waist, to keep you grounded on his lap. His cock would rest against your lower abdomen, twitching and pulsating against your skin.

“Please.” He took his mouth of your damp lips. “Please let me fuck you.”

Another nod left your body as you trembled. He took his fingers out of you and placed them in your mouth. You’d suck your own juices off while you looking at him. Taking them away after, both hands gripped onto your waist, lifting you up just above him. You put your hands on his shoulders.

Then you felt him splitting you open like he did before, months ago. You threw your head back when you felt your hips drop down on top of him. Adjusting to him again, your body started to move on their own. Pulling yourself up and down on top of him as little moans and sighs escaped your mouth. Alejandro grunted, his hands touching your tits again, cupping them.

You could feel his tip smother itself against your cervix, making your walls clench down on him even more. A trail of hot kisses placed on your neck before Alejandro grasped your hips and began to fuck up into you.

”Lo estás haciendo tan bien.” He whispered into your ear, his hips slamming into you. You’d wail and writhe on top of him, your head falling to his shoulder. Tears threatened to escape your eyes again while he fucked into your needy hole, tearing you apart. His groans become more frequent with each thrust into you, bruising your insides.

“Please–Alejandro, I can’t..”

“Words, mi amor. Use your words.” He replied with an airy breath. You couldn’t even get a proper sentence out with a moan interrupting it. Your eyes begging for release as his thrusts became more vigorous. He was balls deep into you and he wasn’t going to stop until you spoke to him in your pretty voice. Another round of tears expelled from your eyes, mascara trailing down your cheeks.

“I'm going to cum.” You finally managed to get out with a mewl behind it, your grip on his shoulder tightened. He had a cocky smirk as he looked at you, his sighs never wavering from his throat. Your eyelids began to slump, the knot in your lower stomach.

“Where do you want it?” Alejandro asked you as your walls tightened.

“Inside.” You responded in a plea, he gave a raised eyebrow, his hips never giving you a break. You nod in reassurance, giving you a smirk in return. He bit his bottom lip and gave a hoarse sigh. You came around his cock, moaning his name loudly, a few whispers as he let your orgasm ride out.

With a few more rigged thrusts, he stuffed his cock deep in you, filling you up. An exhausted growl escaped his lips as he looked down at your trembling body. His cock still twitching within you. Alejandro made sure to stay with you like this with him buried within you, making sure to breed you. Seed would seep out of your messy cunt, leaking between your thighs. His grip on your waist lightened while looking at you with a satisfied smirk.

“You’re not going to leave me again, are you Mi Amor?”

“Never again.”

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yunietunie · 9 months

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Coming Home. [nsfw]

Months without Johnny while he was in deployment led to lonely nights, lonely thoughts, and even more lonely needs. Caught in a rut when he returns home and decides he needs to have some "dessert".

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, established relationship, boyfriend!Soap, pnv, unprotected!sex

Months. It had been months since you last saw him. Off to some bloody deployment where he risks his life all for the sake of his job. You had to be no-contact to ensure Johnny’s safety, and perhaps even yours. Sure it irritated you because the distance made you fear he’d never love you again when he came back, but what could you do?

Finding yourself in your lonely house, it was quiet. The same routine for the repeating months. Wake up, eat, work, come home, eat again, sleep. It was boring, but it’s all you could do while you slept in your empty bed. Sometimes muttering to yourself about something that irritated you.

Thoughts constantly run through your mind rent free, churning your stomach, preparing for the worst. But then the thoughts soon turned into something else. Instead of churning, a low pressure built in your lower stomach as you sat on the vacant couch by yourself. He should be back soon right? You didn’t know how much longer you could just deal with your slim fingers instead of him.

You needed him. To fill your needy cunt. To tear you in half. His scent. His accent. His rough hair and stubble. Anything regarding him. You didn’t know how much longer you could do without it. As you kept thinking, your hand began to glide under your pants. The heat off your pussy was radiating. You were practically pulsating in how bad you needed it.

“Dinner first.” You remind yourself before taking your hand away and out of your pants. Walking towards the kitchen, you turned on some music to listen to as you made dinner for yourself. Slightly humming to yourself, taking out a pot and filling it with hot water then putting some food to boil into it. Probably some soup would taste great right now.

Your hips swaying as you began cooking, the smell of the soup filling your nose, made your mouth water. That was until you felt a large pair of hands on your waist. It made you jolt and immediately whip over to who the intruder was. It was Johnny. You were too focused on making soup that you didn't even hear him come in. He had a small smile on his face as he embraced you tightly in a loving way.

“I missed you so, so much.” Johnny said, his nose falling to the nape of your neck, tickling the flesh from his breath. His grip on your body tightening. Attempting to ignore the knot in your stomach, you hug him equally as hard, pulling slightly apart to place a small peck on his lips. A smile tugs to his lips.

“Whatcha’ makin’?” The scotsman asked you, peeking over your shoulder at the steaming pot.

“It's just some soup.” You replied with a small giggle.

“Would you like some?” You asked while looking up at him, his hands resting on your hips were driving you up a fucking wall. It was so good to see him, it really was. But man. The thoughts would not goddamn stop.

“Of course, bonnie.” Johnny said with a grin as he sat down at the bar stool across from where you were cooking. After a few minutes you pour both of yourselves a hot bowl of soup, serving it to him first.

“So…. How was your deployment?” You asked quietly before sipping on your meal. A grunt escaped his throat as he put down his spoon, a small sigh after.

“Well, I am scurnned. Ol’ man wouldn’t get off my arse about anything.” Johnny would complain before divining back into the soup bowl once more. It made you wonder. You wish that bowl was you at that moment. Clenching your thighs together under the table, you try to simmer yourself down.

“Did you–at least get what you were supposed to get?” You asked, attempting to push the image out of your mind before you too went in for another bite.

“Aye. We did, me and Ghost.” He replied with a small smirk.

“Not to brag, but yer boyfriend is a wee bit braver than others, bonnie.” His accent rolled off his tongue with a stoic and cocky expression before he finished devouring his bowl. He sits patiently waiting for you to finish yours as well. Johnny’s eyes were wandering you and you knew it too. That surely didn’t help how you were feeling and the pressure began to throb sensely. You shook it off, the man JUST got home, you thought you had to give sometime before indulging.

After finishing your own bowl, you get up, the wooden chair scraping against the tile flooring. Taking both of your bowls, you walk over to the sink and place them in there, rinsing them off. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes bore into your back as you washed the dishes. Then you were on your way to walk out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Johnny’s voice asked you from behind. You swivel your body to his tone.

“Oh, uh well I was just gonna sit in the living room.” You replied with a raised eyebrow.

“I haven’t had any dessert yet?” Johnny asked in a kind of curious tone, after getting up from the chair, he was now walking towards you.

“I think we have some chocolates in the pantry if–” Cut off by a pair of warm lips against yours. A hand on your waist as he began to deepen the kiss, which only made you whine in his mouth and your eyes widen.

Leading you by your waist back to the kitchen counter top where he then lifted you onto to sit upon, not letting his lips tear apart from yours. He placed a free hand in your hair then parted away from your supple lips.

“Johnny?” You asked in question as to what he was doing, the knot returning to you. Your heart was racing a little bit more now as you looked to his eye level now. He seems to examine the kitchen counter top before returning his gaze back to yours with a smirk.

“I’ve spent months with outcha’, bonnie. I want yer lips on mine. I want to taste you in more ways than just yer tongue.” Johnny admitted as a hand slipped under your loose t-shirt, reaching just under your tit. An index finger just barely grazing the top of your already stiffened nipple, which instantly made your body pop with goose bumps.

The dampness between your already messy pussy was hiding in your soaked panties. He leaned you back onto the cold laminate of the kitchen counter top, looking down at you with satisfaction.

“Can I have my dessert now?” He pleaded while he looked at your face. It already grew hot the moment he placed his lips on yours, but now, you swear your face could be used as a hot iron. You nod in response, giving him simple permission. That was enough for both of his hands to slide your sweats down, then throw them on the floor.

His eyes were met with a scene. It made him rock hard instantly seeing the wet spot between your thighs and in your panties with him barely doing anything. Slithering one of his fingers at the hem of them, pushing them off smoothly, disregarding them on the floor. Johnny licked his rough fingers until there was a sleek shine on them before sliding them in with ease. It had been so long since you had some type of girth within you, forcing a yelp from your throat.

“Better than yours, bonnie?” He would ask in a rusky tone before leaning down and placing his lips around your pulsating clit. While pumping you full with just two fingers, he sucked and nibbled on your desperate clit. It was like you were ready to cum right on the spot. You look down at him who was enjoying the pretty sounds you made while he ate and fingered you. Without a warning, he put another finger in. 3 in total.

Your moans turned into whines and whimpers while you writhed on top of the counter top under him. He made sure to make a mental note of your sweet spots and your singing voice. He always loved how loud you’d get with him, he loved knowing that only he could make you sound like this.

“Please– Just, right there, right there,” You begged as he finally hit your spot. It almost felt like you were going to die by overstimulation even though it wasn’t his dick just yet. He continued moving at his own pace, making sure to give your clit attention as well as your hands tugged and pulled at his mohawk.

It had only just started and you already came around his fingers and tongue embarrassingly quick. Having a few heavy and fast breaths leave your chest, he lifted his head and looked at you between your thighs.

“You taste so good. I fucking missed my girl.” Johnny would purr, his hot breath against your pussy, licking his chaps like some wolf in heat. He wasn’t done, not even close.

“Let me have you.” He said more than asked for your permission. You give another small nod in response. Then your world flipped upside down when he turned you onto your stomach, your legs dangling off the counter top. How he missed the sight of your perfect ass in front of him.

He’d slap you hard once, watching your ass move to his touch, making him groan at the sight. It made you jolt to say the least.

“Such a pretty ass.” He’d whisper before placing both his hands on top of your butt, rubbing the skin slightly, just feeling you. Before you knew it, you could feel his twitching cock against your hot pussy. He’d rub against your slit, to prepare you before splitting you open. His tip would pop in soon after, making your body jerk at the feeling. It had been so long since you were dicked down.

He placed a hand on your hip for grip. A free hand grabbing a handful of your hair, making your back arch. Johnny stayed still with his tip resting into you, making sure you’d get adjusted to his cock once more since it had been a while.

Not for long though. Sliding inch by inch, he was finally balls deep. His tip was buried into your pussy, pushing into your cervix which earned you a grunt from him. How he loved stuffing his cock so deep into you, making your walls a mold for him and him only. He would pull your head back by the roots of your hair, so he could reach even deeper into you.

“Jesus–” Johnny would mutter as he almost felt his own eyes betray him by fluttering slightly, engulfed by your warmth around his sensitive cock. That’s when his breathing started to get heavier, more shallow, more ragged. His thrusts began soft and gentle, making sure to hear your singing voice again.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of you being stretched apart again, now by his cock. You loved being his pretty cock-hungry girl. He started with deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in slowly, just savoring the moment. You whined and whimpered. You were almost ashamed by how close you were close to cumming again.

“Im goin’ to fuck the shit out of my girl.” He said, pulling your hair again to bring your ear closer to his lips to make sure you heard him. You’d mewl as he continued to move at a steady pace, making sure to observe your shivering and trembling body underneath him.

Soft grumbles and groans escaped him as he fucked you nice and slow, plunging his cock so deep inside you, you weren’t sure if it’d come out. That’s when it happened, no warning, no words, no nothing before his hips began to slam into you. His hand moved from your hair to your throat just under your chin, his thumb resting on the inside of your mouth.

You’d wail and writhe under him as he pounded into you, bruising your cervix with his tip. His grip on your hip tightening, making sure to leave his hand print on you as a mark. Your slick pussy gives him access to sink into you. Your walls gripped onto his twitching cock.

“Yer such a good girl for me. Can you tell how much I missed you?” Johnny’s hot breath meeting with your ears as he whispered to you.

“Taking me so well, naughty girl.” He’d whisper as he fucked you stupid on your kitchen counter top. Liquid would seep down between your thighs and dribble down to your ankles. Your legs quivered as you felt him destroying you from the inside. Your eyes began to threaten to throw tears out of them, even as your eyes began to roll to the back of your head. Your tits bouncing up and down with each one of his thrusts.

You were melting under him and he made sure to make you hear how good you made him feel. Nibbling your ear, grunting into it somewhat loudly, some were more airy. He was definitely in a rut, especially from not fucking your tight cunt for so, so long. This was his first thought when he saw you cooking in the kitchen.

“Let me make you cum, bonnie.” He pleaded as his movements amped up more, faster and deeper within you. You didn't think it was possible, but here he was, pounding you so hard you were sure you’d have to call off of work for tomorrow. His thrusts were vigorous, making some of the plates and silverware on the countertop rattle under it. Your moans were becoming louder with each one as you were coming close to finishing.

Your walls clenched down on him harder as you came all around him, some ending up running down your thighs. He’d let you ride out your orgasm as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

“I'm going to breed you, naughty girl. Let me fill you.” He said with a gravely and hoarse voice as he was getting closer to painting your walls white. Your cervix was pierced from his dick, it was burning you from the inside. But what's fun without some pain? With one quick movement, he wrapped his toned arms around your ribcage, just under your tits. Then he gave a last forcible thrust and ended up cumming into you, filling you with his hot seed.

He’d stay with his cock buried deep inside you, making sure to get every last drop out before letting go of your ribcage with his arms. Some of his cum would leak down your thighs when it began escaping out, even with him inside. Johnny would slide himself out after a bit and you laid yourself on the countertop, panting.

He’d move over and lean over you, giving you soft reassuring kisses on your lips. Your body shivered and twitched even after his cum would spill out of you some more. You were a complete mess.

“I missed my girl so much.”

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