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[animewolfcutie]

Crutch

Ghost x reader!wife

Warning: mentions of sex (NSFW)

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Today marked three months since your very tall very large husband had been stuck like this. Grumpier than usual and cursing like a sailor you were at your wits end with him. The amount of petty comments and fights he had started was border lining daily. He sat on the couch leg raised, a mountain of pillows elevating the cast. Having been spending most his his time in that position he was slowly ruining your £4,000 couch.

Simon had broken his leg and was making sure everyone in the house couldn’t forget about it. For such a stoic man he could be a crybaby when pinned down and given doctors orders. You would think he fell out of a goddamn heli the way he was making a fuss. Any normal person would expect him to come home with a broken leg from one of his missions with 141. Hell, he’d come home shot multiple times forget the broken bones.

But, he broke it in such a mundane way it was comical. Three months ago you requested Simon fix the leaking roof. It had warped the ceiling of your new borns room and you had gotten shrill at how long he put it off. The fall from the roof was not what caused the break it was the ladder falling backwards landing flat on his shin also tweaking his knee. You had to admit, watching your husband fall from the roof as you sat in your living room breast feeding was quite terrifying. Thank god the girls were at school.

Even though it was three months ago he was still blaming you for breaking his leg. Not that it was your fault he just needed someone to blame. Price had stopped by a few days after it happened. It still makes you smile thinking about the mustached man holding back laughter at the sight of Simon in a white cast that was completely colored on with pink marker and rainbow stickers. Grace and Fae had created a mural on it the day after Simon got it when he passed out on the couch. To say he was livid was an understatement. The girls ran to their rooms after he shouted about looking even more like an idiot. Mel then wrote the word idiot on the cast in retaliation for him making her little sisters cry. She was grounded soon after, telling you it was worth it. ‘Did you seen the vein popping out of his forehead?’ She snickered.

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“We’re not watching cartoons.” You could hear Simons thick British accent as Grace began whining. Being stuck on the couch for so long was making his temper significantly shorter, which you didn’t think was possible. There was only so much tv he could watch, books he could read, and weights he could lift. You didn’t mind the weight lifting his shoulder and biceps were mesmerizing.

“Pleaseeee!” Her voice high pitched stomping her feet.

“No, I’m going to go fuckin crazy if I watch another episode of bluey!”

“Simon, how many times do I have to ask you to watch the language.” You warned walking into the living room. Simon grabbed the decorative pillow next to him pressing it onto his bearded face then letting out a deep groan, muffled by the blue fabric. Oh yeah, he was also trying out a beard which you weren’t to keen on. You missed his stubbly face not this unkempt mess. Maybe if he tried to shape it you’d change your mind but he looked ravenous.

“Y/N, for the love of god go away. ” He tossed the pillow at Grace who caught it throwing it back at him with all her strength completely missing.

“And take the demon with you.”

“If I’m a demon you’re the devil!” Grace grabbed a stuffed animal hurling it at Simon only to have it caught with ease. She was picking up on his sass making her more of a handful than usual. The bluey theme song started playing in the background.

“I’m gonna lose it, Y/N. I never thought cartoon dogs could make me hate a whole country.”

“Come, Grace. Bedtime.” You shuffled the now six year old out of the room shooting Simon daggers. He only rolled his eyes turning on the football game. Once Grace was asleep along with Fae you stomped back downstairs into the living room. With one last deep breath you decided now was the time to confront your intimidating husband. It’s not that you were scared of him, honestly he was more scared of you but it was always a bitch to argue with him.

“Simon, this bad attitude has to stop.” You sat on the coffee table in front of him blocking his view. It was like you were invisible as he leaned slightly to the side to look past you at the tv turning up the volume at the same time. This, ass is blatantly ignoring me!

“Simon Riley!” You shouted. His head snapped back to look at you, his eyes going wide.

It was normal for you to get annoyed with him but you hardly ever raised your voice. In fact you could count on one hand the amount of times you raised your voice to anyone in this house. The last time being when you went into labor and by the time you were at the hospital it was too late for the epidural. You’d never screamed at him with such ferocity before. He told you the following day he thought you were going to kill him. Which wasn’t far fetched considering you kicked him out of the delivery room at one point for looking at you the wrong way. Grabbing the remote from him you turned the tv off.

“I get it sucks having a broken leg. But for Christ sakes, Simon, do I have four kids or five?” Simon nodded at your words not risking what he might say if he chose to speak. He may have been dumb the past three months but he would be daft if he doubled down having just been shouted at by you.

“Now, go shave that beard off and bring my husband back. Please and thank you.” You tossed the remote back on the couch as you headed upstairs to the nursery; your newest addition to the family was fussing. The large Brit could be heard as his crutches clicked across the hardwood floor a string of curses falling from his lips.

It was approaching midnight when you saw Simon again. Hobbling through the door of the nursery, crutches holding up his solid frame. His face was freshly shaved and hair damp. The smell of his body wash and aftershave filling your senses as he hovered behind you looking down into the crib.

“How’s the little guy?” Simon rested his head against yours, his large hand wrapping around your waist.

“He’s a brute just like his father. Only difference is he doesn’t mouth off yet.”

“Atta’ boy.” Simon squeezed your waist. Looking up at him he nudged his head towards the door beckoning for you to come to your shared room.

“Just a little longer.” You whispered adoring the sight of your baby boy. Swaddled in a pure white blanket with a little matching hat slipping off his head. He had Simons hair and eyes but your nose. He honestly looked the most like Fae which made Simon proud, no longer out numbered by a clan of your spitting image.

“Come to bed, I miss you.” The hairs on the back of your neck stood up at his words, his hot breath ghosting your neck. The smell of peppermint now being added to his already alluring scent. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time he out right said he missed you. He usually had some round about or sarcastic way of saying it.

“Good, is my husband back?” You asked giving him an expecting look trying to ignore the heat building between you two.

“Yes, and he misses you.” Simon leaned in capturing you lips in a tender kiss. The taste of peppermint was overwhelming making you yearn for more.

“Hmm, sounds like he’s just trying to get lucky.”

“Already the luckiest man in the world.” Kissing your forehead he turned stumbling slightly as one crutch caught on the grey carpet.

“Fuckin-“ Simon stopped what he was saying as he caught himself, hand pressed firmly into the beige wall. Feeling your eyes burning a hole in the back of his head. He cleared his throat.

“Bloody hell.” Turning slightly he shot you an apologetic smile.

“Better” you laughed patting him on the back. It still made you laugh watching this giant maneuver around the house on crutches. The normally stealthy man could be pinpointed anytime he chose to move rooms. It was kind of nice not having him sneak up on you anymore. He hated that you could still sneak up on him having honed your own stealth being married to a ghost. Although that game of cat and mouse you play was missed.

Finally making it to your shared room you helped Simon elevate his pink colored cast groaning as he put on a gory movie. This was some way of saying he missed you. Crawling into bed beside him you grabbed the book on your night stand and began reading where you left off, tuning the sound of screams out. It was hard not to notice his right leg hooking around yours to have some form of contact as he was absorbed by the movie. By the end of the film you had completed your nightly routine and slipped into a silk pajama set you knew Simon loved.

“Oh putting on a show for me?” Simons voice was gruff as he threw both of his hands behind his head settling deeper into the mattress, his left leg hoisted up by pillows. Pupils blown wide as he watched you move across the room to your side of the bed. It had been an abnormally long time since you had been intimate.

“Maybe if you weren’t so grumpy for the past few months I would.” You joked with a hint of seriousness. You two had had sex twice since he broke his leg consisting of you pulling a muscle once while riding him because he couldn’t do any other position. The other ending in neither of you getting off. That wasn’t the only reason you were avoiding it but you didn’t want to have that conversation.

“I know I can’t do much but you could sit on my fa-“ you cut him of with a quick raise of your hand. Holding back a giggle at how bold he was becoming lately, clearly sexually frustrated.

“How about we cuddle first.” Without missing a beat he was extending his arms pulling you into his chest. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth radiating off him cocooned you as his fingers ran through your damp hair. How could someone smell so good?

The past two years you watched Simon grow and change. He’ll always have a gruff side to him. One that tries to push all the love and affection you have away despite his true desires. There were things he was actively working on like tonight, the swearing. Two years ago it was the romance and now look at him. Finally being able to say he missed you and uttering the words ‘I love you’ when he thought you were asleep as if he was practicing. He’d romanced you into having another baby and you couldn’t be happier.

All those lonely nights when you two were first together adding up to him being a devoted father and loving husband. Never in your life did you think people could change but watching Ghost, the love of your life put in the work for you, that was astounding. Simon somehow was always making you fall deeper and deeper in love with him, like an anchor sinking to the depth of the ocean with no end in sight. He took you for the good and the bad and you were happy you took the risk of loving him all those years ago.

The choice to keep Fae started this now large family and your lives had been a whirlwind since. The fact Simon didn’t turn tail and run when you found out you were pregnant with Fae still shocks you to this day. At no point did he even ask for you to give her up like your ex asked with Mel. It was like he saw this as another mission to be completed and he dedicated himself fully. To you and to his family because without you he wouldn’t have one.

He proposed on your birthday having flown your dad and grand parents in for it. It was quaint and personal. Simon didn’t bother getting down on one knee but handed you a dainty emerald of your favorite color, in the wedding band you had pictured your whole life as you two stood looking across the snowy landscape. He had studied you and dissected you in so many ways how could he not give you exactly what you wanted. Knowing your mind and body was his specialty and he took full advantage of that when purposing.

He loved you so much before you two were even dating and he showed you it having taken a bullet for you. Being in a relationship with an emotionally stunted man like him had it’s downs, lows were all time lows. But now. Now, were the highs. No longer did you sleep alone, you slept with your broken legged man on the couch most night no longer being able to take turns with your new born and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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“I can’t believe we’re at a bar’” Your voice was slurred as you waited for another round. It was odd being out in the night life your four children at home with your father giving you and Simon a date night. Of all the places you thought he’d take you this was the last especially considering he ditched his balaclava for the night not feeling like struggling with his ID like most times he grabbed a drink.

You had been feeling extremely insecure about your body just having your fourth child only five and a half months ago. It was hard leaving him home for the first time, you thought you’d get use to it by now but it’s hard every time it doesn’t matter if it’s not your first kid. Simon picked up on your insecurities right before he broke his leg realizing you were pushing sex off not from doctors orders or the normal changes happening inside of you but because you just didn’t like the way you looked. He tried his best to have that conversation and it ended with him making a fool of himself as you cried in the kitchen.

Just having a baby did not change Simon a bit. His desire for you just as strong as the first time he took you to bed. That was one thing you loved so dearly about him, his sex drive was consistent only wanting you. The need for an emotional connection with sex was an absolute necessity for Simon and that will always keep him coming back for more with you. No one will ever have his heart the way you do. Wrapped in velvet and held in gentle loving hands. Those very sexy hands that he loved wrapped around him.

“Its just a bar. I got the film time wrong.” Simon scoffed handing the bartender his card.

“So what, you’re maskless and that’s a rare sight outside the house.” You teased pinching his rosy cheek. It was easy to tell when Simon was getting drunk his cheeks always gave it away. Tonight was one to remember already. He had husseled three people out of money in a game of darts making all your drinks free at this point. Which is why they kept flowing.

“Yeah, and you have to wait a few days to breast feed. Worth it?”

“No, my tits will be so swollen. I’ll have to pump and dump it.” You sighed thinking about how much work that’ll be for nothing. Your little boy did not like formula and you knew he’d be very upset with you and Simon for choosing to have a date night.

“Let them get as swollen as you can stand. I love seeing them like that.” His lips were against your ear his crutch pressing into your shoulder. It was annoying because you were almost at the point of needing to pump.

“Simon!” You whisper yelled at him.

“What?” His eyes were mischievous as he looked down at you eyes glancing between yours and your cleavage.

“It’s for the baby. Get your mind out of the gutter.” You scolded hearing a hearty chuckle from him. You always loved when he laughed it reminded you he wasn’t weighed down by pain like he use to be. He had moved on and was able to actually enjoy his time nowadays. It was the easiest with you the girls following in a close second. Price was his only real friend as he kept everyone else far away. Soap was entering the realm of getting a real glimpse of his life only knowing about you but none of your children.

“Oi, my friends think they can beat you in a game of darts.” The man Simon had beat an hour ago approached the pair of you.

“How much?” You asked knowing Simon would win against whomever. He looked like easy prey on his crutches and a cast decorated in rainbow stickers and pink marker. He may tower over everyone in the room but the cast made him seem weak.

“£100, old man.” The vein in Simons temple pulsed being called an old man. That’s what he called your dad no way was some twenty something going to get away with that.

“That fine, dove?” His voice dropped an octave pulling the money from his wallet. Flashing it in their face he swung his way over to the boards crutches making his shoulders slump, an unusual look compared to his perfect posture without them. There was no need for you to answer, Simon knew you were enjoying the free drinks along with the bar food you two had shared. He looked good from this angle. His long sleeve black shirt fitting his muscles oh so perfectly.

“Y/N?” Averting your gaze away from your handsome man you were met with Soap of all people. A completely hammered Soap at that.

“Shouldn’t you be in Scotland?” It was a surprise to see the Scotsman here of all places. At some shitty dive bar not too far from your house. Not that he knew where you lived. It has been awhile since you’d seen him but he looked nice. Dressed in blue jeans and fitted black T-shirt a flannel thrown over it.

“Who’s your friend?” Soap glanced over at his very, very tall friend. He was easily taller than Simon but a lanky lad. His ginger hair complimented his green eyes and freckles and he was even drunker than Soap. He too was Scottish.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You smiled up at him having to crank your neck farther than usual with your  behemoth of a husband. You shook his hand firmly, his grip lingered a second too long.

“Such a beauty. I’m Harry. Let me buy you a drink-“

“Tequila!” Johnny yelled at the bartender with three fingers held up. He didn’t need your answer or his friends he was clearly trying to stop whatever conversation that was beginning to happen. Taking so much notice her shoved his body between the two of you pushing his friend away and scooting your chair slightly.

“Oh, you John’s girl?” You shook your head no turning to Soap.

“You hate tequila.” You whispered feeling his hand pat your back lightly.

“I panicked. My friends a dog with a bone and you’re just his type.” Soap whispered back. You could smell the beer on his tongue.

“What’s that mean?”

“Don’t make me say it” Soap groaned his speech slightly slurred.

“You’ve got amazing tits.” Harry interjected clearly hearing your conversation.

“I’m married!” You yelled having absolutely no grace and holding up your left hand adorned with your wedding ring. As if you were announcing it to the whole bar a few bystanders turning to look at you quizzically. Maybe you were drunker than you thought.

“That mean you’re not a good lay?”

“Excuse me?”

“Stop, Harry!” You and Soap spoke in unison.

“So what?” Harry flirted, lightly brushing his hand on your elbow eyes fixed on your breasts.

“Her husbands no joke, Harry.”

“Forget my husband, don’t speak to me like that.” You warned cutting your eyes at the ginger.

“He work with you?”

“Yeah, best not to fuck with her.” Soap warned paying the bartender. Harry tried to speak again but was cut off by Soap hading him his shot and lime. Putting salt on your hand you turned your back to the men not being able to stomach the gaze of Soaps friend. It was as if he was undressing you with his eyes. Soap hoped after this shot he could corral his suicidal friend away. 

“Fuck-“ you cursedd feeling the acrid liquid flow down your throat biting the lime for some relief.

“You even sound good.” Harry looked over Soap having a perfect view of you being abnormally tall. You watched the flash of anger in Johnny’s eyes as he geared up to get in Harry’s face.

Before either of you could respond a grey shadow moved out of the corner of your eye. It was the butt end of a crutch as it and the silver medal bar moved passed you. Pressing the plastic into the red heads chest and pushing him back a few steps you could feel the heat of your husband behind you.

“Fuck off.” Was all Simon said.

“And you-“

“Nice to see you Lt. We were just leaving.” Soap was practically dragging his friend away.

“Whoah, you own her or something?” Harry could be shoved as far away as possible but he was clearly visible over Soap.

“Yep!” You shouted standing between the two knowing the crutches were about to be thrown as Simon ignored his broken leg and left Harry with much greater damage.

“I own you?” The last thing you expected in this whole ordeal was Simons sultry voice. That was the husky tone you only ever heard during sex.

“NO!” You shouted a dusty red hue spreading across your cheeks.

“Haven’t you heard of sharing?”

“Knock it off!” You whipped around shooting daggers at this piss drunk man. The last thing you needed was for Simon to get in a fist fight and be carted off to jail.

“You know what. I’m leaving. And I swear to god, if you fight him you’ll sleep in the barn for a year.” You hissed completely unimpressed by the men in front of you. Simons gaze was not on you but fixed on the ginger as he stayed eerily silent. You could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle of his crutches attempting some self control. This was suppose to be a fun date for you and your husband and this was far from what you wanted.

“Your mates a prick.” You told Soap as you passed by heading for the door, hearing the click of Simons crutches following you.

The left leg was kicked out from under him as he passed the tall Scotsman. You didn’t need to look to know Simon hit the floor hard. His body colliding with the sticky surface. That lit a fire in you and Soap. You were allowed to be mad at him but no way in hell was anyone going to embarrass him in front of you like that. Without thinking you were by Simons side using all your strength to hoist the solid man to his feet. There was no way you would ever be able to lift Simon in an ordinary circumstances but with Soap it was doable. Now everyone in the bar staring at the commotion, normally you’d be humiliated but the alcohol helped with that.

Without thinking as Simon sturdied himself and Soap cussed his ‘friend’ out you had shoved Harry, stumbling back into Soap. You bounced right off him, it wasn’t fair you were so small compared to both men. You even looked small next to Soap as he caught you before you fell.

“Fucking cun-“ before Harry could finish, a single crutch flew past you hitting the man square in the face. Just like always Simons aim was incredible breaking Harry’s nose on impact.

“Simon!” You hollered watching as you the red head stumbled backward clutching his nose, blood leaking over his fingers. The crutch landing on a near by table shattering the glasses in its path.

“He’s all yours, Johnny.” Ghost threw all the money he won from darts on the bar, you apologizing quickly as he collected his other crutch and hobbled out of the door. The employees were yelling for you all to get out while someone tried to help Harry with the bleeding. Soap followed trying his best to apologizes only being met with silence from Ghost.

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“You sure we can’t give you a ride?”

“No, friends already on his way.”

“Johnny why don’t you come over for dinner soon? Get to know Ghost a little better?” You offered as Simon laid on the horn for you to hurry up.

“Don’t think Lt. Would like that.” Soap was sat on the curb next to you as he waited for his ride.

“Doesn’t matter what he wants right now. I’m inviting you.” With that Simon laid on the horn again.

“I gotta run he’s angry enough as is.”

“Isn’t he always?” Johnny joked

“Not with me!” your eyes were dreamy as you rushed back to your husband. “Take care! And don’t bring your mate around again.” You called tugging the door handle of the truck.

“Fuck ‘em” was the last thing you heard as you shut the door behind you.

“You took your time.” Simons voice was gruff as he peeled out of the parking lot. No response was needed as you made the short trip home.

The two of you had already discussed the ordeal that happened in the bar swearing to never return. Out of character Simon apologized for losing his temper. Soap was the most shocked not knowing his Lieutenant could even do that. It kept replaying in your mind. Was it wrong that it turned you on how easily Simon took that asshole out. You couldn’t help but feel a heat grow inside you as Simons tattooed arm found its way over to you. He was lightly rubbing his thumb against your thigh fingers inching towards the growing heat. Why did it always turn you on when Simon was protective of you and even more so tonight.

“Wanna pull over and have a quickie in the car?” You asked giggling as Simon took a sharp turn leading you down a deserted road.

“Get over here.” The car was in park and your seatbelt was unbuckled before you knew it as Simon hoisted you into his lap. Turning off the headlights Simon had his way with you.

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“Well, you’re grinning ear to ear.” Your fathers voice came from the living room couch as you and your husband arrived home an hour later than expected.

“Sorry we’re late.” You apologized kicking off your shoes, bending down and helping Simon with his.

“Have fun?” Your father was closer as he came over to get ready to leave.

“Loads!” The tone of your voice was sweeter than sugar as you handed him his coat.

“Why’s your hair such a mess? Is that a hickey?” With that Simon was swinging his way out of the foyer towards the kitchen.

“Christ sakes, Riley! You have any respect for my daughter?”

“Dad!” You whined

“She started it. I just happened to finish it.”

“Simon!” You and your dad scolded in unison.

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Fem!reader being fucked by Simon, John, Konig and Alejandro at the same time.

Oh you are daring Anon, and you got guts.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, blowjobs, handjobs, spitroasting, dirty talk, name-calling, praise, marking, cum marking, hair pulling (for Reader), sharing is caring

A/N: If there's someone who thinks they would walk after this you've got legs of steel. Reblogs, comments and stuff like that is greatly appreciated.

One was more then enough for you, bot having four hard cocks to serve was a whole other story. A very horny, hard, mind-numbing story.

"Doing good pretty girl? You need to let my buddy know he's doing well." You could feel John's lips form a smile against your pussy as Simon's cock plunged into it. It was hard to talk though, with your mouth full of John's cock. Your head bobbed up and down on his length, swallowing his cum as best as you could. Two pairs of strong hands held you, Simon's around your hips, John's around your thighs.

"Mi vida, please, don't forget about me." Alejandro's hand smoothed through your hair, cautiously pulling your mouth off John's cock and towards his own hard cock.

"How could I? You're right... ah... in front of me." His hand smoothed your hair behind your ear as your lips closed around his cock, sucking with gusto, "Good. Fuck me harder." You sloppily mumbled, your words barely understandable with having your pussyhole, your clit and your mouth fucked at the same time.

Simon was more then happy to oblige with your request, his hips smacking loud against your ass, John sucked and pressed his teeth against your clit, sending shockwaves through you, while Alejandro went with slow, deep strokes into your wet mouth.

"How hard can you handle sweetheart?" Simon's growl made you shiver with anticipation, "I could break you all by myself. I want to break you, put you back together, all for this pretty, tight, sloppy cumhole." His dick throbbed inside of you, Alejandro's too, pulling out just fast enough to give you a facial, his lower lip caught between his teeth at the sight of you wearing his cum.

You could hear John chuckle, feel him too, "König, don't just stand there, can't you see out princess is craving more? Simon, can you help her sit up?" John pressed kisses all over your pussy while Simon did the same to your neck as he gently held you by your shoulders, his cock, oozing with cum, slipping out of you.

König marched in front of you, his cock hard and in front of your face. He grabbed your breasts and squeezed them together, his cock pushing in between them, getting his cum to flow over them, "Such pretty tits, perfect for warming my cock, soon to be painted over by my cum. You're so pretty. Pretty girl."

"Good girl." Alejandro walked to one side of you, Simon to the other.

"Not yet. Let me get my cock in first ok?" John maneuvered, from under you, leaning back on one arm, the other balancing on your hip. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance before you rocked back onto it, your pussy needing something to fill it now that Simon wasn't there.

With little control he started thrusting up at you, making you moan and whimper uncontrollably, your body shaking from the pleasure.

"Careful. If you break out pretty toy what are the rest of us gonna do?" König pressed his thumbs over your hard nipples, concern evident in his voice despite the fact that he was currently fucking your breasts.

"I haven't had her pussy in months. My cock needs a proper welcome." His arms wrapped around you, hot lips pressing needy kisses over your back, "I missed you so much pretty girl. My pretty girl."

Simon growled at John's possessive word, grabbed your head and pushed his cock in, "Yours? That's a bold statement when she's got a mouthful of my dick!" Simon was normally more gentle but he obviously missed you too, a lot. You felt Alejandro's warm hand take yours and guide it to his cock. You ran it down to his full balls, feeling how heavy they were, the same could be said with Simon's, slapping against your chin with every thrust.

Actually you could feel the same from all of them, wildly thrusting, hammering, cum leaking, shooting into you, onto you, all at once: John into your cunt, Simon in your mouth, then Alejandro, and König over your breasts, leaving al five of you breathless and satisfied.

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Laswell: You do know that you have everyone wrapped around your fingers, right?

141 Sweetheart: What?? Laswell, what're you talkin' about?

Laswell, looking at her stupid: The boys. The Capitan. König, Horangi- which was a surprise- Alejandro, Rudy-- hell, even Graves and Alex. They're all heavily whipped for you.

141 Sweetheart, laughing: Woah what?! Now that's just crazy talk.

Laswell:

Laswell explaining to her how the boys look at her, how Price let's her wear his hat constantly, how König follows her everywhere like a puppy, how Alejandro and Graves give her presents every week, how Horangi and Rodolfo write her poetry and become straight up messes when talking to her, and how Alex literally KNEELED before her:

Laswell walking over to the door and opening it, revealing all the boys eavesdropping on them:

Them scampering away quickly:

141 Sweetheart: ...That still don't prove--

Laswell: It proves everything.

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You Accidentally Hurt Them In Training ~ COD guys

Characters included: Alejandro, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Rudy, Keegan, Special Guest: Hesh (for the anon a few weeks ago :D)

Note: I didn't have time for a full fic this week, but I do these occasionally to stay in practice and get a better feel for the characters. To widen my arsenal of COD characters as well.

So if you liked these please tell me, and I can consider taking longer requests for each of them :)

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Alejandro: (mi vida, mi amor ahhhh )

"!VAMOS!" Alejandro yells, urging you to start attacking him.

You asked him for some training lessons, stating that expending your knowledge is always something to strive for.

So, you do as he asks.

Sprinting towards him, you throw punch after punch, which Alejandro professionally blocks.

The chants from the sidelines are a mix up of cheers for you and him, but Soap was the loudest, cheering you on.

But as you spar, you feel your energy lower and you start regretting asking Alejandro for this, knowing he has quite a lot of stamina and can keep up forever.

As you feel your legs weaken, you make up your mind to finish this quickly.

Using you flexibility to your advantage, you quite slide behind him, knocking him off his feet in the process, pinning one of your knees on his back.

Alejandro struggles to get up, placing one hand on the ground to hoist himself up and you off him, but you strike through his plan.

Grabbing his forearm, you jank it up to your chest and twist his wrist to make him yield.

And yield he does.

Alejandro lets out a pained scream, and slaps his other hand on the ground rapidly, and you realize what's wrong.

Releasing his hans like it burned you, you climb off his back and flip him over to his back, before helping Alejandro in a sitting position.

"Fuck ! I'm sorry ! I'm so so sorry !" You plead, as you stroke his arm and cradle his face in your other hand.

Wincing a little, he gives you a painful, yet flirty smile "It's okay. I think your self defense is all but effective. Don't have to worry about you out there. That's good:"

Cooing, you press his face into your neck, stroking through his undercut at the nape of his neck as you silently apologize.

"Okay, get back, I'm gonna pop it back in real quick." Soap offers, already shoving up the sleeves of his sweater.

"I can do that too." You retort, feeling protective and still bad, kind of like owing Alejandro to make it better.

"You can hurt people better than you nurse them." Soap quips, a playful smile on his face.

Hesitating, you release Alejandro from your grip as you look up at Soap standing next to your kneeling position.

"You know, just because you're right..." You sass him, before you make space for Soap to pop Alejandro's shoulder back in.

At his muffled scream, you immediately think of a way to make it up to him and settle on taking him to a nice restaurant.

~~~

Simon: little angsty here, so be warned

"Come on ! Another round !" Simon yells at your panting and hunched over form.

Grabbing your water bottle of the bench, you take a swig, before replying.

"LT, please. We have been going at it for two hours straight. I need a break." You defend yourself.

Swiping sweat from your forehead and neck, you feel yourself getting dizzy.

"You don't have breaks on the field, now come on !" He orders you back.

You've known Simon for years, and have been together for quite a few of them.

He loves you, you know that, and everything he does, he does with your safety in mind as well.

But right now, you hate his guts.

Sometimes, he can't tell when enough is enough, always pushing. Just as he does right now.

You can't even really hold up your fists anymore, but do as he orders. Simon is still your superior, and right now he is your Lieutenant, not your partner.

Breathing in heavily, you feel the way your throat is already raw and scratchy, you cough out the inhaled air in the same moment.

"There you go. I knew you still got something left in you." Simon appreciates, or tries to really.

Never had a way with words, but usually, it's quite charming.

He goes in and throws a punch at you, but you manage to dodge it.

Stumbling around, you barely flinchin the right direction to avoid his next move.

Simon swipes you feet from under you.

As he sits on top of you, slightly cutting off your air in your chest, and tries to pin your hands, that's when you start to become hysteric.

"Simon, stop ! Please, stop !" You squeak and you slap around you to avoid his hands.

But he doesn't do so in time.

The next things happen so fast and on reflexes.

Sensing the little pause your pleas have created in his movements, you fingers clench into a fist and race to his face.

As your skin makes contact with the material of his mask, all you hear is a crack and a deep groan, follwed by a thump next to you.

You take the chance to breathe in deeply to get in all the air you were denied moments before and whipe away the tears that gathered at your waterline.

Coughing, you look to your side. Spotting Simon kneeling next to you with a hand clasped on the lower half of his face and with his eyes squeezed shut, you immediately recognize what had happened.

"Shit, Simon !" You quip, scrambling on all fours to crawl to him.

In a nasal voice, he waves you off "It's fine. I deserved it."

"No. No, you didn't. I'm sorry, honey. Will you let me take a look ?" You ask, your hand trembling from dehydration and adrenaline as it stops mid air in front of his face.

As soon as Simon nods, you carefully lift his mask to his nose.

"I think it's broken. Fuck, I'm sorry." You mumble as you reach for your towel to wipe a little blood off.

"I'm good. Isn't the first time." Simon explains as you both stand up.

"I'm sorry for not listening to you. I should have seen that you need a break." Simon speaks up on your way to the infirmary.

"Yeah. You should have. We will work on that, promise." You smile at him as you sip your water and walk with him.

Maybe a little cuddle session later will bring him back down from his overthinking mind.

~~~

Johnny:

Soap offered you some reflex training, and who were you to deny him.

You went early in the morning, but the night wasn't very kind to you, and Johnny didn't exactly help, you know.

Yet, he still convinced you to train with him now, stating that the gym will be empty and it's better training especially if you are a little tired. Reflexes should be there even when you are not on top of your game.

So, Johnny dragged you to a secluded corner of the gym, getting handwraps for you, and those hand cushions for him.

He helps you wrap your hands, placing some delicate kisses on them whenever he feels like it.

Smiling at him, you also slowly wake up more and more, feeling better and actually ready for this exercise.

As Johnny goes to get his cushions ready on his hands, you throw some warm up punches in the air, before turning back to him.

"Okay, it's really simple. Just punch my hands, but I'm gonna move them around and occasionally swing at you, so dodge them. Got it ?" Johnny explains, raising his hands, facing the cushions to you.

Nodding, you get in position and raise your fists to eye level.

You hit time and time again, squatting down whenever Johnny swings out for you.

"Good, a little faster now." He warns, before changing his hands quicker than before, making your fists match his tempo.

You still hit, but sometimes only the edges of the cushion.

"Come on, do it harder !" Soap instructs.

Huffing, you strengthen your punches, but your aim stays slightly off.

Adding to that, the lack of sleep catches up with you as well.

At this point, it really is reflexes.

Until it stops.

Grunting, Soap sinks to the ground.

Like sobering up from your sleepy state, you drop down with him, to see him holding his stomach right below his sternum.

"That... was the solar plexus." Johnny groans, making you raise your hand to pet his hair as he slowly recovers from the blow.

"I'm sorry, Johnny. I didn't mean to. " You coo, finger skimming through his mohawk just the way he likes it.

"I know, bonnie. I know. How about we stick to cardio in the morning ?" He flirts, with his head raised, still doubled over, throwing you a flirty grin.

"You -!" You hiss, pushisg his head away from you.

But yeah, maybe you should stick to cardio.

~~~

Gaz: (I hope the Gaz Nation is satisfied :D)

"You're on !" Price gestures to you, telling you to join Kyle on the mats.

You groan a little, knowing that your love only has two moods on this.

He either goes too easy on you, or he wll let hellfire rain on you.

Considering that you guys just came back yesterday from a mission, had decent sleep, especially since you could sleep together on an actual bed under an actual blanket with actual cuddles involved.

So, you hope he goes easy on you for now, even if you have to face the comments about it later on.

You step up to Kyle on the mat, hands already wrapped. You have fought Johnny victorously before this, so you were in a good mood.

But Kyle, he even floored Price, so he is on top of his game right now.

"Go !" Price instructs as he gives the signal to start the spar.

And spar you do.

You realize pretty early on, that Kyle won't go easy on you.

He is quick as hell when he slips behind you, wrapping his arm around your neck to hold you against his chest.

Your relationship was no secret to the others, but out of respect and for the sake of professionalism, you kept it to a minimum whenever the other team members were around.

At first, you thought that maybe, Kyle was ashamed to be seen with you, but when you voiced your concerns, he told you bashfully that he can't keep his mouth shut gushing about you, even when you're not around.

Still pressing you to him, he leans in and whispers "Where is your spirit, babe ? Thought you would put up more of a fight."

Huffing, you grab his arm to steady yourself, before squatting down and jumping up.

Bringing your feet down harshly on the mat, you double over sending Kyle flying on his back over you.

He is quick to scramble up, but you are even quicker to think of an evasive maneuver.

What you didn't count in was how close you were standing to him.

As Kyle flips on his stomach and is almost standing on all fours, you have the great idea to be a bit extra and perform a backflip to put some distance between you two.

But you notice mid flip, that your foot collides with something, by a groan, a flop and audible gasps from around you.

You fuck up your landing in an effort to stop and see what happened.

But as soon as you see Kyle on the ground on his stomach, not moving, your blood runs cold.

"Kyle, fuck !" You crawl over to him, carefully turning him and laying his head in your lap.

"What did I do ?!" You ask Price in your panicked state as you barely notice Soap running off to get a medic.

"Your foot fit his jaw. Pretty hard with your swing."

"Oh no.." You whisper as you lightly stroke Kyle's jaw with your fingertips, kissing his forehead lightly. You don't care about the others right now.

The medics rush in and assess the situation.

They tell you that he is unconcious, as if you didnt know that already, but that he should be fine in a few hours.

A tiny bit of panic resurfaced as they placed him into the cot and suddenly blood seeped out the corner of his mouth.

Grabbing a piece of gauze, you carefully clean it off and check it out.

He probably hurt his tongue on the impact as well.

You waited for him to wake up, and when he did, you apologized profusely.

"I'm so sorry, babe. it was an accident I swear !" You grab his hand and put about a million kisses on it.

"I know. It's alright. But tell me, did you get a 'kick' out of it ?" Kyle asks, biting his lower lip in humour.

"Okay, you're fine." You state humourlessly, before leaning in to press your nose against his temple in affection.

~~~

Price:

John is about to train the newbies, and yiu volunteered to assist him. You didn't have anything better to do anyways for now, and who are you to pass up an opportunity to spend time with you love.

"For now, we will train in pairs, get to know each other and your individual skills. We will supervise you and assess your combat skills. Go on." John orders, before turning to you.

Smiling at him, you grab your clipboard tighter and check off who pairs with who.

As soon as the pairs are found, they line up for a spar.

You position yourself on John's side, maybe a little closer than necessary, but not unwelcome to either of you.

Blame your busy schedules, but the both of you rarely get to spend time with each other while working off field. And you were going to milk every second you could get.

The first pair goes at each other really well, no one overpowers, no one is underpowered. You suspect that they knew each other beforehand and enlisted together. Many friends do so.

The second pair is balanced as well, but you see at the hestation, that these two didn't know each other. It's kind of like watching puppies having playtime for the first time.

The third one however, fucking hell. Typical choleric guy, he gave you the ick as soon as you entered the room. You even linked your pinky with John for a second to get his attention when he was introduced, and he squeezed your finger back in a silent agreement. A ticking time bomb.

He chose a woman almost his height and well trained by the looks of her, but as always, these macho dudes always underestimate women.

And boy, you couldn't wait to see her hand him his ass on a silver platter.

Unknown to even John, you have seen her around before and you were glad she joined you guys, as you saw that even someone as experieced as John could still learn something from her.

But as always, things had to go south.

It was a friendly sparring for now, but the guy started throwing insults at her, trying to push her buttons and lash out.

But she stayed calm and calculated, and managed to land quite a few punches.

The dude grew more irrtated by the womans skill by the minute, and it only took like one second you weren't looking up at them for it to go wrong.

Upon hearing the brutal sounds of flesh hitting flesh, you looked up and threw your clipboard down, starting towards them, John hot on your tail.

"Stop it, right now !" John orders, grabbing the guys shoulders. You were shielding the woman on the ground.

It happened when the guy broke free for a moment in his rage fit.

John pressed himself between you and the woman on the ground, but you already swung your fist up to finish the guy.

And finish the guy you did. But the guy was John.

He stumbles backwards into the dude, who had the audacity to push John back.

Standing up, you see that the other rookies got the guy on the ground, mind you it took three people to hold this one down.

Taking John by his arm that's currently holding his hand over his eye, you press him back away from the trouble for a second.

"John, I'm so sorry ! Are you okay ?" You ask as you pull his hand away from his eye.

"Been worse, it'll be fine, darlin'." He slurs a little, obviously still recovering from the impact.

Leaning in, you kiss and caress the side of face and rake your fingers through his beard just the way he likes it. Pulling back, you see the bruise already forming under his eye.

So, you lean back in and lightly kiss around the forming bruise, muttering apologies.

"Easy, love. You can make up for it later." John whispers, pulling you back.

He walks back to the main room to tell the guy off, and leaves you in the back to rack up your brain to make it up to him.

~~~

Rudy: (He is amazing, but I'm not satisfied with how this turned out D: )

After finally taking back the base from Graves, things slowly returned to normal around here.

With Valeria in custody, the cartel's influence decreased significantly. More people enlisted, and the comrades were back in their game.

That also meant regular training.

Rodolfo sought you out as a trainings partner, which was a regular occurance.

Many other comrades, while they respect Rudy, underestimate him in his fighting skill. Which you can't understand, because you've seen him floor Alejandro in no time on multiple occasions.

But all the better for you. You love training with him, now more than ever for the feeling of returning to normal.

"I've seen Ghost do something interesting. He showed me how he did it, and I want to practice it more. I can show you how he did it, too. Deal ?" You suggest, laying down your towel next to Rudy's on the bench nearby.

"Of course, cielito. Combat knowledge from Ghost seems interesting." He explains as he takes off his hoodie to reveal a tight fitting black shirt under it.

People may describe him as lean looking, but your man actually is really fit and buff underneath all the layers he chooses to wear.

Grinning at him, you get ready. Basically Ghost showed you a modified German suplex. With this technique, no matter the weight or height of the opponent, they will land on their butts.

"Show me then." Rudy encourages you.

So, you slowly show him the movement Ghost taught you. Watching you carefully, he leans his chin on his fist.

Finishing, you ask him for his opinion.

"Looks good. But I do have one concern. You really have to watch the way you push up your feet. The ankle looks like it could cause some problems."

Pondering about it, you take in his advice, before you offer to try it on you.

Rudy doesn't look all to thrilled at the idea on accidentally hurting you.

"You won't hurt me. I know what you will do and I can cushion my fall. Don't worry, bubs." You ease his worry ward mind.

You get in position, him behind you, arms wrapped around your middle. You love being close to Rudy and you wish you had more time for this outside of training as well.

"Okay. Ready when you are." You inform him, bracing yourself.

He hoists you up, but mid air, you hear the cracking sound.

"Mierda !" Rudy exclaims from under you and hastily rolls you off to the side.

"What happened ?" You ask him, seeing him roll over and clutching his foot in his hands.

"Don't tell me.."

"Yes, the ankle." Rudy admits slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, sweetie." You coo and help him sit up. With united powers, you manage to get him standing.

On your way to the medics, you do your best to calm your light hearted lover down.

"Does it hurt a lot ?"

"I can manage. I hope it's not broken though." Rudy admits, hobbling along as you pull him with you as his arm rests across your shoulders.

"Believe me, it would hurt like a bitch if it was broken." You chuckle, making him let out a light hearted laugh as well.

"I'm still sorry about that." You mumble to him.

"It's okay, cielito. I just hope that you will take good care of me while I'm sick." He whispers back flirtily as you near the med bay. Let's just say that you entered to room with a red face instead of Rodolfo.

~~~

Keegan: (God I love him)

In your defense, this was all Merrick's idea in the first place.

Seeing as the No Man's Land is a place not everyone is fit to survive in, he deemed it necessary to train your ability to move in every terrain.

So far, he sent you crawling through ice cold mudd without protective gear on, threadmilling in an overheated gym and now rock climbing.

You all complained about it, well, except for Keegan. Hard ass. Always the best at everything wouldn't dare complain about this.

But in his eyes, you could read that he was over this as well.

He didn't dare say it out loud, but right now, he just wanted to lay down somewhere with you and nap together.

This desire only tenfolded for him whenever his eyes caught your tired ones.

You take your place next to Keegan, leaning against him a little for support and also to satisfy your need to be close to him.

Feeling his crossed arms flex a little against your side, you stiffle a giggle, bumping against him to make him stop.

"Line up !" Merrick yells, climbing gear in hand.

So, the Ghosts all line up at the climbing wall.

From left to right it's Hesh, Logan, you and Keegan.

After you buckled up, and the lines are secure, you all start climbing up as effectively as you can.

Hesh was the first to make it up on top, cheering himself into oblivion.

Sighing, you look over to Logan, seeing him roll his eyes at his brother's antics, but clearly used to it.

Keegan was next on top, turning around and waiting for you.

You were almost there, but you slipped down. As you fell the short distance before you could grab onto the next available rock, you heard your rope snap and a deep scream from above you.

Before you can look up, Keegan whizzes past you down to the ground, doubled over.

You climb back down as fast as you can without endangering yourself.

Landing safely, you step out of your climbing harness before rushing to Keegan just a few meters to your right.

"What happened ?" You ask, putting your hand on his back in comfort, but retreat immediately as he flinches away in pain.

With a wondering gaze, you ask him if it's okay to lift his shirt on his back.

He nods quickly, bracing himself on the hands and knees.

You pull back the shirt and gasp at the sight that greets you.

It seems that your broken rope whipped upwards, straight across Keegan's back.

"Oh no, baby. I'm so sorry." You comfort Keegan, lifting your hand up to his cheek.

"Not your fault, dove." Keegan rasps, still trying to process the pain.

The mark looks angry and red, even slightly bleeding around tiny parts on the edges.

"Get him to the medic, we will leave it at that for today." Merrick instructs and you steady Keegan against you as you slowly walk to the med bay.

Sitting him down backwards on the chair, he lets the doctors work on him.

You squat down in front of him to keep him company, playing with his hands.

"You know, I really want to nap right now." Keegan admits quietly.

"Yeah, but for now, you will have to lay on my chest, big guy." You smirk at him, knowing he likes it the way around better.

"Sounds perfect." Keegan replies hazily, slowly blinking away the pain the disinfectant leaves on him.

~~~

Hesh: (for the anon a few weeks ago; I tried :3)

Hesh was angry. Elias seemed to be in a sour mood and let it out on his son.

So when he finally came to the training room, even Riley was gloomy as he went to lay down on his pillow in the corner.

He comes up to you, lets you finish your set, before kissing you lightly.

"Are you okay ?" You ask, putting your weights down and turning your full attention to him.

"Could be better, to be honest. Dad's in a bad mood." Hesh explains hastily, looking around the gym.

"Well, let's blow off some steam then, hmm ? Boxing bag next ?" You suggest, collecting your water bottle and towel as Hesh puts away your weights like the gentleman he is.

"Sounds great. Let's go." Hesh smiles for the first time that day, whistling for Riley to follow you.

Arriving at the secluded area, you get ready to hold the bag for Hesh.

As he starts punching the shit out of it, you feel part of his frustration. Even Riley lets out some whines at the way his owner is finally calming down.

You are busy shielding yourself with the bag efficiently, just letting Hesh get out all the frustrations right now. With punches and kicks and all it takes.

Panting and leaning on his knees, you come forth and pat his, albeit sweaty, back in praise.

"Good one, babe. Let's switch now, yeah ?" you ask, still wanting to get your training in before showering and then crashing into bed with Hesh and Riley.

Giving a thumbs up, he trots behind the sack and holds it sluggishly.

You start off lightly, taking your time until Hesh is prepared to take your action.

But that's where it went wrong.

You swung you leg around, but Hesh failed to move the sack, so you hit him between his legs.

He sinks to the ground immediately, and Riley and you jump after him.

"Shit, babe ! I'm sorry !" You apologize as you reach for your cool water bottle and hand it to him to press against his pelvis.

He sighs out in relief, before turning his head to you.

"You really take the wind out of me babe. But this means no spicy time." Hesh groans with humor.

"That's fine. I will steal some frozen beans for you as well."

"These beans ain't frozen but broken." Hesh muses, clearly still on high on the adrenaline and you grab him to get back to your shared room for the day, ignoring the weird looks from the others.

There was, in fact, still spicy time.

[animewolfcutie]

könig: let’s be honest—

y/n: *confused why he suddenly held your palms*

könig: you’re better off in my hands. ;)

[animewolfcutie]

✩ ˛˚ . WARM ME UP ; — cock-warming various blue lock boys.

FEATURING: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru + mikage reo.

warnings: f!reader, cockwarming, all characters written 22+, a little teasing in some, slight somno in bachi’s [hes inside of u before ur asleep], slight body worship (?) in reo’s, sensitive boys mostly. note: my mind spiralled w nagi’s first so that’s why his is longer but i decided 2 make it into hcs.

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO

“fuck—ah, y’re g’nna make me die, quit feeling sooo good ‘ts no fair.” nagi murmurs from where he’s got you spread across his lap, resting on the edge of his bed with his cock buried in your sweet walls as he tries to beat his own high score on his game.

you’d gotten a little bored watching him, a little needy as you pressed yourself up against him and admired the way he’d bite on his lower lip as he concentrated, skilful fingers tapping at the buttons on his controller as small, low grunts of frustration fell from his parted lips.

but nagi had welcomed you so easily when you’d made your way into his lap, lifting up his arms to allow you to slide right in before he sent you a lidded, questioning look when he felt you pull at the waistband of his sweats. “huh? ‘m in a game right now, angel.”

“it’ll help you concentrate, sei.. promise.”

it’s doing anything but though, the snowy-haired striker underneath you realises with another needy, warm twitch of your walls around him. even just the press of your chest against his is driving him crazy, feeling you press kisses along his jawline when he whines from missing another shot — he can barely concentrate on anything but you.

“no fair.. you made me miss another headshot, pretty thing.” nagi grumbles as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sighing while a tight, cute pout rests on his lips. but it’s almost like an apology, the sinful press of your hips against his as you push closer — just enough to knock the air out of him when you press his cock even deeper into you.

“hey, c-come on! angel, y’re playing dirty, wanna up my online ranking.” there’s an unsteady waver to his words that’s followed by the instinctive twitch of his hips into yours, like he’s chasing more of the friction you're teasing him with as he sighs.

“think of it as a boss fight, sei.. don’t wanna make it too easy.” your words are whispery and pretty as you pull back to trace your fingertip across the shape of nagi’s jawline — drawing his full attention as his head twists to look at you. hes starry eyed and dazed, flushed from his cheeks to his neck and you’re pretty sure the eye contact alone makes his cock twitch from where it’s pressed into you.

“eh, ‘ts no fair when you know all my weaknesses, pretty thing. gotta try somethin’ else, i guess.” it’s drawled, filthy the low tone his voice takes before he’s drawing closer to kiss you, whimpering against your lips before he’s forgetting the controller in favour of grabbing you instead.

the quick movements are followed by your back meeting the mattress as he presses you into the sheets with every deep, messy press of his lips. “sei! your game.” you gasp when your words urge his first real thrust into you, so deep and good that your toes curl from where they’re wrapped around his hips.

“eh, it’s fine.. ‘ll beat it later, f-fuck—wanna win this side quest first.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE

sae was tired from practice today, but you were feeling particularly needy and as much as his muscles ached — he still couldn’t help but use this opportunity to his advantage, especially when you were already palming at him just as he returned home.

“i’ve been at practice all day, know i’m tired. is this how you welcome me home?” he drawls from where he’s got you spread out against him — your back is resting against his chest as your head rolls back against his shoulder, thighs hooked over his own as his fingers circle your clit — unmoving even though his cock is already buried deep inside of you.

there’s a certain sharpness to sae’s tone that makes you twitch, shaking your head against him as your nails scratch along his forearm. you’re so desperate for him, for him to move and fuck you — it wouldn’t take much, not when he’s touching you just right, but it’s not enough — he knows that.

“just need you, sae. i, ah—missed you today..” your hips twitch above him, an obvious little plea as his cock brushes along the spongy spot inside of you but he’s too fast, sighing before his free hand is pressing your hips back tight against his.

"how much?" sae grunts with the sweet, frustrated whine that pushes past your lips as he grinds up into you - offering you an inch before he takes it from you completely, pressing a kiss against your shoulder after like hes trying to soothe you. "how much did you miss me, hm?"

the way he presses into your clit is deliberate, baring down harder on the puffy bud until you’re thighs are shaking and twitching, begging for him to hurry up and move. your lips part, head lolling back against his shoulder before he’s pressing another smeared kiss against your cheek, and sending you a sharp looks that’s urging you to hurry up and answer.

“so much, missed you so much! been waiting for you, sae.. wanted you here.” your voice breaks under the weight of your arousal but you swear you feel sae’s cock twitch at the sound. it’s followed by a low hum, like he’s considering your answer before his hand on your hip eases — finally letting you move with another slow roll of his own that presses his cock against the swollen, sweet spots inside of you.

“then take what you need, sweetheart. don’t keep me waiting.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN

it was impossible to move rin from his place on the couch when he’s examining team plays, his own most importantly — teeth gritting with concentration despite the way you’re pressed into his chest, palming at his body as his cock rests inside of your slick cunt.

but as good as it feels, finally having him buried in you like you asked, you’d rather he was moving — turning you to putty above him and fucking every single thought out of your mind that wasn’t him. so you decide to test the boundaries a little, shifting your hips deliberately until you feel his large palms squeeze at your hips and your boyfriend hiss from between his teeth.

“quit— fuck, quit it.” you almost shiver at the low, sharp tone rin’s voice takes but you can tell there’s no real irritation behind it when you notice the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. he’s just as wound up as you are, his brows crumbling as he tries to focus on the tv infront of him — nibbling on his lower lip to distract him from the warm squeeze of your walls.

“you said you wouldn’t move..” he grits, still refusing to meet your gaze despite the way every squeeze of your hands across his body makes his breathing hitch. you’ve got him so fucking wound up, he’s so lukewarm — so sensitive, he can’t even control himself for 10 fucking minutes.

“but i need you, rin. not my fault you feel so good.” rin can feel the back of his neck stinging with a flush when you smear a kiss along his jawline, making his fingers squeeze even tighter into your hips before he’s growling under his breath. but the way you purr when he readjusts himself beneath you, melting into him with a tiny, slight grind of his cock into you makes him feel fucking dizzy.

it’s fast, the way he’s suddenly readjusting his feet and beginning a pace that’s too quick, and if it wasn’t for his grip on you — you’d have bounced off of his lap completely. every wet smack of his hips is loud and clapping and driven by the pure determination to feel you creaming around him as he sends the game on the tv a lidded glare.

“can’t even control yourself—uggh, shit—you’ve got until the first half finishes to cum or ‘m stopping.. and you better—take all of it.”

✩ ˛˚ . BACHIRA MEGURU

it had become sort of a routine at this point, bachira would come home from practice — wound up and so fucking hard before he was fucking you senseless, followed by him falling asleep pressed up against you while his cock still rested inside of your cunt.

you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t comfortable though and he knew exactly how to get you to accept, bathing you in wet presses of his lips and low chuckles. “jus’ wanna feel you round me, baby. m’kay? sleep sooo good like that, so warm.” you couldn’t deny him, not when you’re still coming down from the orgasm he’s dug out of you.

but now, you feel yourself wake up from your own nap — roused by the sudden movement behind you as you feel bachira’s chest press tighter against your back — followed by the sudden, deep press of his cock along the still swollen spots inside of you. “baby~ already so wet, should’a just woke me up if you wanted it, gotta take care of you.. m’kay?”

you’re not sure if it’s the sleep that still laces your body but you already feel like putty at his touch, he’s deliberately grazing his cock along the spots that crave him most — sending intoxicating little aftershocks through your body that have you gasping with every quick thrust.

bachira chuckles when your lips part to moan, followed by another loud, wet smack of his hips as his head rests against the back of your shoulder. “already so wet, baby. mhm.. you been dreaming ‘bout me? feels like you have~” he sings, whimpers when he feels you squeeze around him at the words but that only pushes him to go faster, deeper.

it’s hard to believe he was sleeping a moment ago with how well he’s working your body, palming and grabbing at your figure as moans fall from his lips — burying them into your skin as he smears kisses along your shoulders. every deep press of his cock is eased by the remnants of both your previous orgasms, squelching loudly as he pushes himself even deeper.

“awww~ i knew you wanted it, baby. mhm— ah! just gotta ask, can make you feel so good~ lemme take care of you, m’kay?”

✩ ˛˚ . MIKAGE REO

reo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious — although he’d spend his whole day proving it to you if he had to. every touch of his hands on your skin made you melt into him, he worked you with such precision but such a gentleness that you couldn’t help but seek out more.

but these moments specifically were some of your favourites, the ones when he’s pulled you onto his lap — onto his cock as his fingers leave featherlight touches along your skin as he looks up at you. it was intoxicating, to watch him appreciate every part of you, taking a slow, languid palmful of your breast as he loses himself in the mindless squeeze of your walls around him.

“does that feel good, bunny? yeah?” reo asks as his breathing cools the spit he’s left across your tits, giving you a lidded — dazed look until you’re nodding out a yes and he’s messily dragging his tongue along your nipple. you feel dizzy with how good it feels, every squeeze of his palm as he suckles at your nipples languidly, massaging and pinching at you as you try your best to keep your hips still.

but every lav of his tongue, every slow and mindless roll of it over your aching tits makes him twitch from where he’s buried in you but he’s too intoxicated, too enamoured by the way your walls squeeze with every swipe of his muscle against you.

“fuck, bunny. look so pretty, keep still for me. kay?” it almost hurts how tight your fingers are digging into reo’s shoulders with your sweet little uh huh, followed by another dreamy whimper as he suckles kisses from one breast to the next. his cheeks and chin are slick with his own spit from every sloppy press of his lips against you, and it feels so fucking good despite the way his cock still hasn’t moved inside of you.

a shaky sound breaks from his lips when you let your head roll back, your hands smoothing through his hair before the pull at the roots and he feels like he could fucking cum right there and then. you feel fucking boneless above him, melting with every greedy palm and press of his lips and hands.

“that’s it, bunny. wanna see how much you need me first.”

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Start of Something New

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, attempted murder, attempted rape

His team found you locked in a dungeon. You were so scared you only had a knife yet you did significant damage to one of his men.

They wanted to shoot you but Soap pointed out you were more scared than an enemy.

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"-s gonna be alright, darling, i'm right here, just breathe"

warnings: f! reader, softdom (!) simon, forced orgasms + overstimulation, previously established consent + safeword, mild descriptions of war, very dramatic for no reason, 550+ words

a/n: at the end, cuz they are too long

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he is a man of determination and sheer willpower, a man with a strong moral ground and one might even dare saying simon riley is a bit of a patriot.

dangerous, is what he really is - like a predator he moves, like a sickened predator he stalks and watches, like a bloodthirsty, bellicose predator he hunts down and slaughters whatever poor bastard is his next set target.

he is blind and rabid - a weapon, a machine on the battlefield with phantoms of war scattered across his skin, still haunting his flesh, seared deep inside.

yet, here he is - his lips skating the heartbeat on your neck, his fingers twitching as the grip of his hand on your hip tightens, turning his knuckles a sorrowful white as he caresses you - as if you are the one and only thing to cherish, admire, protect.

weak - he hates and despises being weak, but good lord above he just loves seeing you weak, crumpled underneath him - broken, shattered, tainted.

passing his thumb over your bottom lip - swollen and flushed pink - prying open your mouth, flattening it against your tongue - you gag and he chuckles, as if to torment you, or, perhaps pity your pathetic state. as another finger slides across your clit, teasing it with a quick swirl, and you chew down on the inside of your cheek, nearly drawing blood as you bite down a whine, the ever-so-similar longing seared inside your abdomen.

his eyes dark - like coal, waiting to engulf in burning flames - as he watches you bury your face into his chest, smearing the remains of the dried-up mascara on his shirt "even as you sob, and tears fall down this pretty face-" heaving breaths wreck his tone, "even as you scream and plea-" he begins rocking his thigh, "you keep your eyes on me" one hand squeezes your cheek, until the flushed skin begins to burn and you whimper as you swallow, "even with your mind gone and body fucked into oblivion, you still follow orders" you squeal - completely cornered by his body pressed against yours - boldly, with only a few hints of concern for how tight the grip he held on you was, as he coos you.

he makes you count - pleasure now mixes with stiff pain, muscles spasming and limbs trembling, white flashing behind your tightly shut eyelids - he makes you count.

shows no remorse either - a slap against the soft skin of your inner thigh snaps you back into the physical realm, "four, sir-" his hand leans higher up, two fingers teasing the wet slit - "four, it was my fourth orgasm" - before an even sharper slap lands against the sore clit and spikes of hot pain ripple through you - from the wet, drippy core up to your spine, the aftershock pulsating in your muscles, "and thank you, sir".

it was stupid - nearly ridiculous - the guilt you feel, as you wince and tremble in his lap, shame and excitement pumping through your system. "-s gonna be alright, darling, i'm right here, just breathe"

you could fight back, you convince yourself - sputter protests, but the trembling tone hiding the silent pleas would, ultimately, betray you.

he makes your skin burn, and your insides twist into ugly knots, as you plead with him to just touch you, despite begging him to stop not even a minute ago, the hungry lust shadowing his face, hiding his expression - it was an ache, an ache only he could soothe. "don't care how sensitive and sore it is, princess, -m still gonna fuck you"

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a/n: not to be melodramatic (*narrator's voice* she is, infact, dramatic and will remain to be a dramatic hoe for the rest of her life) but y'all are so sweet and i have no idea how to thank y'all for ur patience and support <33 i never would have imagined this december would be so busy and stressful, but y'all are gorgeous and deserve only the best!! for the next few days it's gonna be five or so dribbles + any additional fics i haven't posted yet

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Would you ever write Simon getting pegged? The image of him falling apart from a prostate orgasm won't leave my head... Topping from the bottom but control is slipping away as he starts to really get lost in the sensations hmmm

In whatever way I just think he deserves a good mindblowing ride

Hope you have a good day! Thanks for sharing your amazing writing 💛

A/N: Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader. Pegging.

“Is that what you want?”

He holds her face between his hands, his thumb dragging along her jawline. “Yes.”

She tips her head, lips crowning to a bright-toothed smile. “Alright.”

***

She’s gentle about it, which Simon seems to find endearing.

“I won’t break, duchess,” he teases when she’s got her fingers inside him. She looks up, eyes wide and heavy-lidded.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she mutters before lowering her face and tasting where her knuckles are buried.

He arches, groaning at the shock of her wet little tongue. 

“Fuckk,” he hisses, fisting the sheets. “You dirty thing.”

She wants to tell him that he’s just as filthy. He’s eaten her ass too many times to count. When she touches herself between her legs, she’s soaked and throbbing. She has to admit that making Simon twitch and pulse gets her off. Her giant, muscular boy is letting her fuck him—trusts her enough to thrust a cock inside his ass.

His gorgeous face is flushed and pink. Blood swells beneath his chest—his too-big pecs that she loves to burrow into. He is terrible and kind, and she loves to please him. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribs as she touches the length between her legs. Suddenly, he sits up and reaches for her; his enormous hand finds her cunt, strokes it, opens the damp folds, and thumbs her clit. She jerks, gripping his forearm. It’s all muscle and black ink, his flesh spasms beneath her nails.

“This,” she breathes, mouth parting on a moan. “This is supposed to be about you.”

He snorts before his other hand cradles the back of her skull and forces her to his mouth. He licks her tongue and her teeth. He kisses her fiercely as she tugs his hips to the edge of the bed. 

“You’re doing well, love,” he croons as he moves his fingers from her cunt to her hand before guiding it around her fake cock. The base is pressed to her mound, and it hits just right. 

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs as he helps her push into him. He exhales through his nose with every inch she steals. 

“Baby,” she echoes, drinking his warm breath. “You never call me that.”

“Only when I’m in a vulnerable position.”

How can he be? He’s still teaching her—dominating the space even though he’s taking her cock.

“I call you a lot of things,” he continues almost cheekily. She frowns before drawing back, and then snapping forward, he grunts. Her pelvis is slotted against him. His thick thighs are spread, hitched beneath her ribs, his cock jutting proudly. Rose-red like his cheeks.

She slides her palms around his tapered waist and squeezes a handful of his perfect ass. His body is stunning. An Adonis. He keeps talking: “You’re the bane of my fuckin’ existence—too bloody gorgeous for her own—Christ just like that—just like—shit—you’re a good girl—my good girl.”

Amused, she traces the scars littered across his abdomen and his sternum. She teases as she fucks him at an even pace. Long, agonizing strokes. She can sense him clenching, the lines of his abdominal walls tightening with every punch of her cock. 

He really is babbling. 

He will undoubtedly ruin her for taunting him as she allows the toy to kiss gently against his prostrate before she retreats.

"FUCK," he barks as his eyes pierce her, stab her. "Duchess...."

Warning. Threat.

“Do you like this?” she asks coyly, changing the rhythm to sharp, brutal snaps. He chokes.

“Yeah,” he rasps, voice hitching because she’s taken a rein—maybe both reins. His big hands find her hips, and he holds them, petting her flesh with his fingertips. She wants him to crush her bones and body, fold her up and drink her. “Only you,” he mutters as he smacks his head back against the pillow. She watches the pale precum dribble from the swollen crown of his cock. He’s making delicious, feral noises from the meat of his throat as she splits him open. The sounds are spilling out of his full lips, uncontrolled and desperate. She’s never gotten him like this.

“Only me?” she implores before gripping his length and stroking him in time with her thrusts. “Am I the only one who’s been inside you, Simon?”

“Yes,” he growls, teeth clenched. Frustrated.

As if he thinks how dare you even flirt with the idea that it would have been anyone else? You. You. You. How can I prove it?

His jaw tenses as sweat beads his hairline. The place between them is wet and sticky: lube, slick, and spit. The room reeks of sex and flesh, and her orgasm lightly dusts her nerves, subtle but present. It’s not the same as the climaxes Simon can give her when he fucks her. No—this is entirely her pleasure birthing from the look on his face as she claims his ass.

It's a thought. It's pride. It's arrogance and joy that she can make him look like that. 

He trusted her with this. He’d been through so much, and he wanted her to give this to him.

Wordlessly, he snatches her hand from his cock and places it against his mouth. He kisses her fingers, tongue slipping against the creases and joints. He licks her wrist and sucks her thumb before nipping it. 

A wave of emotion overtakes her. She’s drowning in it as she studies Simon’s expression: blissed-out, slack, warm, and hungry. 

He’s safe with her. His deep well of pain is somewhat filled, rubbed out by her touch and her lips, and her voice easing him into relief.

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Tells | Ghost x Secret Wife! Reader

Pairing: Ghost x f! Reader

Warnings: blood, wounds, pregnancy, 🥺

Edited: No

A/N: I really wanted to do my own take on this idea. Hope you like it.

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Johnny wasn’t sure how he hadn’t realized it before, after being introduced to his Lieutenant’s wife. There were small, subtle tells that gave away Ghost having a significant other, but he never put the pieces together. Honestly, Johnny was a little upset because he’s in the SAS- he should be able to see things like this. 

The first time he noticed something was strange with Simon was when they were gathering their gear right before going to another mission. They were placing the last of their equipment into their bags. Simon had not put his black skeleton gloves on yet so his wrists were exposed. Johnny didn’t notice anything different until Simon rolled up his sleeves like usual. And there it was. 

A hair tie. 

He didn’t think much about it. Maybe he found it laying around the base. No. That would be weird and there weren’t that many women frequenting the same places as Simon anyways. 

Could he be using it to snap at his wrist when or if he got anxious? Nah.. Ghost stays focused on missions. Johnny doubted Ghost would let anxiety pull a fast one on him in the field. 

Oh! Simon is definitely growing his hair out. Johnny wondered if his balaclava was comfortable with long hair. So he pointed it out. 

“Growing your hair out L.t.?” His lips curled into a little smirk. 

Simon looked up from the full magazine in his hands. Only his eyes gave away his confusion. “No? Why?”

“Your hair tie.” Johnny nodded to his right wrist. “Never took ya for a purple-wearin’ kind of guy, sir.”

Ghost blinked at his Sergeant and then glanced to his aforementioned wrist. Sure enough a bold purple hair tie was bound to his lower arm. Simon was sure he had removed it before leaving home earlier that day. 

“Oh… must have forgot.” Simon spoke absentmindedly. He was remembering his wife. He had gotten home before her and when she came he helped her remove her ponytail, completely forgetting about the hair tie once their kisses got the better of them. 

Simon didn’t say anything else, so Johnny shrugged it off and continued filling his bag with ammunition. Not even two minutes after he forgot what they were talking about when Captain Price called them over. 

~~~~~

The next time something was different with Ghost, Johnny wasn’t even the one who noticed it first. It was Gaz who pointed it out. 

After a long and hard mission, Task Force 141 had finally arrived at base. The team desperately needed showers, so right after hoping off the helicopter everyone went straight to their barracks. 

After their most loved showers everyone went to the mess hall for some real food and not the field MREs they had been eating for the past few weeks. There Kyle had already gotten his portion of food and was digging in. Soap and Price were sitting across from him too, but no Ghost in sight. Simon came in almost halfway through their dinner and sat next to the young Sergeant. The food on his tray was not being eaten. 

That’s when Kyle smelled it. A fruity smell was wafting from the freshly showered SAS powerhouse next to him. Ghost smelled of fresh cut pomegranates and some other fruit notes. It took him by surprise. Kyle would have normally pictured Ghost as a strict standard-issue soap kinda user, not a fruity one. 

“Did they change the regular soaps, sir?” Gaz took the risk. 

Johnny had finished chewing and looked up at his L.t. and Kyle with a questioning look. Then he leaned forward on the table to take a sniff. 

“Is that pomegranate, L.t.?” Johnny chuckled. He’d take any chance to tease his superior. 

Ghost gave them a subtle glare. He had hoped no one would have noticed his mistake. He’d been in a hurry to leave home and well…

“I grabbed the wrong bottle.” He deadpanned then turned to Price, who was shaking his head in disapproval at the two, to ask about any new leads. Clearly, the conversation was over. 

~~~~~

The third time was when their mission went FUBAR. Ghost and Soap had gotten separated from Captain Price and Gaz when their enemies tried to ambush them. In the chaos Soap was shot in the leg, but with Ghost’s help, he was able to escape and hold out until it was safe enough for them to head to the rendezvous point for extraction. 

Now that they were relatively safe, Ghost was searching his packs for supplies to help Johnny with. Johnny wasn’t particularly paying too much attention to what he was doing since he was bleeding out and moaning in pain, but he definitely noticed when Ghost used a tampon to plug the gunshot wound in his thigh. 

“Fuckin’ hells, Ghost! Where’da fuck yous get a bloody tampon from!?”

“It’s an essential tool for survival.” He honestly had no idea how that slipped into his med pouch. Johnny guessed it was so if Ghost had said it. 

~~~~~

Next time they were somewhere in Africa, most definitely melting with the heat. A great bonding experience for the two of them. Their only relief was a slow moving breeze. Soap and Ghost were staking out one of a known terrorist cell’s many compounds. All was quiet for now. 

“Johnny?” Ghost didn’t move from his position, eyes dead on his scope. 

Johnny looked over. “Yeah, L.t.?”

“Once we’re done here, I’m taking you somewhere important. Keep your schedule clear.” Simon’s deep voice sounded out softly. 

“Oh… alright.” He didn’t know what to say. “Okay. Definitely, Simon.” 

He looked back towards the compound. Simon had glanced at that moment to see his little smile. His eyes crinkled. 

~~~~~

True to his word, after their stakeout mission was completed, Simon hauled Johnny into his car and began to drive them to who knows where. All Johnny knew was that the drive took several hours from their base in London to wherever they were in the countryside. 

They were nearly at their destination when Simon pulled them into a long driveway and pressed a button controller on his shade that opened the metal gates. Going through, the road was surrounded by open pastures on both sides. When Johnny looked around more closely he noticed a few horses, and, was that a cow? They were grazing on the lush grass. Was his L.t. taking him to a farm?

“Where are we, sir?” He had to ask. 

“You’ll see, Johnny.” Simon had slowed down so as to not spook any of the animals grazing. 

Two minutes later and the car pulled up to a nice two-story cottage home. It was made from stone and appeared to be like a fairy tale type of house. Johnny quite liked the look of it. He noticed that the lights were on. 

Simon opened the locked door, then took off his skull balaclava. It was clear that he was comfortable enough to forego it. “I called ahead, so dinner should be ready soon.”

Dinner? Who’s made them dinner? Johnny didn’t question him and just nodded. Simon stepped inside, none of the wooden boards squeaked when he walked in them unlike when Johnny stepped on them. His steps alerted the person in the kitchen. A delicious smell was coming out in soft waves. The person poked their head out to see who was there. They weren’t worried because they knew that only Simon had the extra key. 

“I’m home.” Johnny noticed a softness in his voice that he hadn’t heard before. Simon’s large frame was blocking his view of the person. A dog suddenly burst from the kitchen barking at Simon before realizing who he was. It sat down when he started to pet him, his butt wiggling with the fast beat of his tail. Cute. Then the dog, a German shepherd, turned to him and started sniffing him with caution. Johnny let him sniff his hand and after a bit he licked his hand and wagged his tail. Approved. 

“Welcome home, Simon!” The person’s voice was distinctly feminine. Johnny had moved closer to Simon and the kitchen, so when the woman fully came into view he saw her right away. 

She went in for a hug and that’s when Johnny noticed a small, yet significant distance between the two. She was pregnant and her baby belly was making it a little harder to hug her. But that didn’t stop Simon from embracing her as tightly as he could. When her hand came up to rest against Simon’s shoulder, Johnny noticed again the large diamond on her ring finger. 

“L.t.?” The two lovers separated to look at him. 

“Johnny, come meet my wife.” Simon gave him a knowing nod which Johnny instantly returned. 

He almost couldn’t believe it. His L.t. had brought him home to see his little family. Johnny almost choked up upon realizing the significance of Simon trusting him with this information. Right then and there, Johnny gave Simon a mental promise to help keep his family safe, no matter what.

Bonus: 

“Oh! The baby is kicking! Want to feel ‘em, Johnny?” Simon’s wife asked. 

“Oh, sure! If that’s alright with you?” She took his larger hand in answer and placed it near the top of her baby bump. A few kicks hit his hand. They were rather strong kicks too. Definitely a football star, or another SAS kid, in the making. 

“Woah!” Johnny exclaimed. Then, turning to his L.t. who was watching them interact, his mouth turned into a wide grin. “Does that make me their uncle, Simon?”

“Don’t push it, MacTavish.” His wife giggled. 

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Y/N: *watching König work out*

Y/N: Do you think he whimpers?

Soap: *nearly breaks his neck turning to look at Y/N*

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tease || König

pairing → König x Reader

summary → Sparring with König truly brings out the worst side in you. You can’t focus on anything but the massive crush you have on the giant soldier, teasing him and flirting with him just to make him blush deeply while trying his best to ignore your words and fleeting touches. Until he confronts you about it and gives you a taste of your own medicine.

warnings → suggestive but no real smut, König being a little shit but also an absolute sweetheart, no descriptions or pronouns used for the reader, no y/n used

author’s note → I just wanted to write something about König pinning Reader to the ground while training and Reader having one last trick up their sleeve, and voilà, here we are! Hope you enjoy this little story!

word count → 4.2k

“Ready?”

You grinned up at König standing a few feet away from you, your hands raised in front of you and your legs positioned in a fighting stance, giddy excitement cursing through your veins.

“Ready,” you replied with a mischievous spark in your eyes, trying to concentrate on the fight you had just agreed to but feeling your self-control slipping already. Sparring with König truly brought out the worst side in you. You were inattentive, your footwork sloppy at best, and your punches and blocks nothing short of absolutely laughable. Had there been anyone else with you in the gym you would be thoroughly ashamed of yourself, but with König, you couldn’t bring yourself to care much about it, too distracted by your massive crush on the giant soldier. You were just glad that he knew you were a well-trained and focused fighter, taking yourself and your job as a soldier and sniper seriously, and that he had already seen what you were capable of and respected you for it. But in recent sparring sessions with him, you had been far from the best and strongest version of yourself you were trained to be.

Still, you couldn’t really blame yourself for it. Being alone with König in the gym of the military base you two were currently stationed on was just too exciting for you, seeing the otherwise silent and closed-off man completely relax in your presence, going along with your silly jokes and making you laugh in return with something he said, even trusting you enough to eventually take off the thick sniper hood around you and only you. 

It had taken a while to get to where you two were now, König had needed time and encouragement you had been more than willing to give him to warm up and become close to you, and even more to agree to train with you without holding back (too much). But it had all been worth it because you had the privilege to get to know this gentle giant for who he really was, the two of you now being closer than anyone else on the base, much to your delight and all of your teammates’ dismay.

You obviously hadn’t planned on developing these feelings for the Austrian at all, but after spending so much of your time on base and later even during missions with him, talking to him until late in the night while watching the stars together or keeping him updated about the situation on the ground via radio from your elevated position on a rooftop and throwing in a few of your inside jokes, hearing him trying to suppress a chuckle—you had fallen hopelessly in love with him. 

However, you had quickly decided that all of this was none of König’s business at all, even though everyone on the base knew how you felt about him except for him. Not because you were too scared to confess your feelings to him and terrified of a rejection, no, it was only because you were an excellent soldier who knew to keep their private life out of their professional one—and because there were more than a few people breathing down your neck who would have both your head and his if you started to openly date a KorTac contractor. 

“You’re not focusing.”

König’s voice suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts and without another warning you ungracefully landed on your back, the old mats on the floor of the gym softening your landing only minimally and you groaned in pain—but figured you only deserved this for your inattentiveness. 

You gave your training partner an apologetic look from below, only then realizing what position you were currently in, your cheeks immediately heating up. König had you pinned to the ground, one of his large hands holding both of your wrists above your head while his massive body hovered above you, not giving you even the slightest chance to break out of his grip. He had you completely at his mercy.

And you couldn’t find it in you to complain about that at all. If anything, you were very excited about your current position, feeling flustered and giddy while grinning up at him. But it wasn’t only your little crush on him that had you acting this way, it was also the fact that König felt comfortable enough to spar with you like this, to leave his hood and most of his anxieties behind once he was alone with you, showing you a side of him that you liked to think was only reserved for you.

The König from a few months ago definitely would have panicked after throwing you to the ground and keeping you in a position like this and not smugly smiled down at you like the König that was currently on top of you.

And while you could wholeheartedly accept your defeat against him, you still liked winning—and messing with him—a little too much to just surrender without any fight at all.

Without warning, you swiftly hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him down while arching your back up as best as you could, pressing your whole body against his with a coy smile, your face now only inches away from his. 

König’s eyes widened in surprise and, as you had expected, he was too flustered to react fast enough and stop you when you used all your strength to break out of his hold and flip the two of you over on the mat, now straddling his hips and impishly grinning down on him. 

With your hands braced on his broad chest you leaned forward, reveling in the dumbfounded expression on König’s face before giving him a wink and playfully rolling your hips on top of him, even biting your lip for good measure.

“As much as I like being under you, this is also a great position, don’t you think?”

Your voice almost sounded like a purr and your mind promptly wandered to more explicit activities you would like to indulge in with König right now, the ones that would allow you to finally confirm your suspicion that every part of him was as big as the rest of the man.

You chuckled when you felt him shuddering underneath you, his face and the tips of his ears bright red, not looking as comfortable with your current position as you were. It felt intoxicating to be in control of this massive man, having him at your mercy even if it was just for a few moments, but you knew not to take it too far, knew when to stop. You valued König’s company and trust far too much to push the boundaries of your friendship to their breaking point just because you couldn’t control yourself and let your intrusive and embarrassingly horny thoughts win.

“Sorry, big guy,” you apologetically smiled down at him and straightened up, finally letting him have his well-earned victory. “I’ll stop now.”

You moved to get off of him and stand up, mentally already preparing for another round of sparring which you would take a lot more seriously than the first one, when König’s big hands unexpectedly grabbed your hips and held you in place, startling you to complete stillness. You raised an eyebrow at him in question, trying to ignore the burning sensation of his calloused fingers on your bare skin where your t-shirt had ridden up slightly, searching for his gaze, your heart beating wildly in your chest because of this simple touch.

But König resolutely refused to look at you, his face turned away from you while his hands still held onto you, keeping you firmly in place. Confused, you watched his Adam’s apple rising and falling in his throat before he attempted to speak, his voice too composed for your liking when he did. 

“Do you just act like that for fun? To tease me? Or is there more to it?”

You could only stare down at him, not having expected him to call you out that, your heart leaping into your throat and suddenly feeling very shy, a nervous laugh tumbling from your lips.  

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently, deciding that playing dumb would somehow be your best bet to get you out of this conversation, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

König sighed and risked a fleeting glance at you, his fingers involuntarily tightening on your hips, drawing your attention back to him. 

“Don’t do that, please. I just want to know—When you say something like you just did, I never know if you’re being serious or not. If there is some truth behind your words or if you just like messing with me.”

“König, I—,” you began without actually knowing what you wanted to say to him, so you snapped your mouth shut, guiltily looking to the side. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your frantic heartbeat and racing thoughts, desperately searching for the right words to defuse this situation without revealing your true feelings for König and potentially ruining your friendship with him, all while awkwardly squirming on his lap.

You eventually settled for an uneasy little laugh that got halfway stuck in your throat because of the lump that had formed there, ashamed of your own behavior. 

Gingerly, your eyes darted to König’s only to find him looking up at you already. There was a pleading look in his eyes, a vulnerability to him you had never seen before and it pierced the core of your very being, asking, begging you for nothing less than the truth. 

Your voice was quiet when you spoke up again, faltering slightly but you tried to hide it with a lighthearted chuckle, convincing neither him nor you.

“I do like messing with you, but I’m not just teasing. It’s so much more than that.”

You knew this wasn’t nearly enough, having to hide your face behind your hands for a few moments to collect your thoughts, feeling how heated your cheeks were, not having planned on confessing to him anytime soon—if ever. But with the way he was looking at you now—hopefully, anxiously, imploringly—every emotion he felt clearly displayed on his features, you needed to tell him. He had that effect on you, you had realized early on in your friendship, always getting the truth out of you with nothing but a pleading look in those blue eyes of his. You could never get away with vague answers or little white lies, in the end he would always know your innermost thoughts, your wildest dreams and worst fears, the most hidden parts of your soul.

And now he would know the last piece of yourself you had kept a secret from him—that your feelings for him long exceeded those appropriate for a friendship.

You braced yourself against König’s chest again, his heart beating quickly underneath the palm of your hand, matching the rhythm of your own, preparing yourself for your next words—for the truth.

“I liked you from the moment I saw you, when you walked into the base behind all the other KorTac contractors, literally towering over everyone else. You weren’t really looking at anyone and people seemed to avoid you just as much as you avoided them, but I just wanted to get to know you. And then we started to spend more and more time together, talking in the kitchen and outside in the yard at night and I guess—I just fell for you at one point.”

You forced yourself to keep going, your eyes looking anywhere but at him, nails digging slightly into the hard planes of his chest as you revealed the last fragment of yourself to him.

“And I can’t stop thinking about you, it’s so embarrassing! You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning, wondering what you are up to that day, if you’re free to spend some time with me, and the last thing when I go to sleep, probably even dreaming about you. I even tried learning some German just to impress you, but I didn’t get very far with that at all. And my teammates are teasing me endlessly about you, I don’t think they know how to have a conversation with me anymore without mentioning you just so I can embarrass myself in front of them.”

Then you casually shrugged, acting like you hadn’t just lay bare your heart before König, your eyes looking everywhere but him, adding with a wonky smirk,

“You have no idea how often I thought about just grabbing your stupid face and kissing you when you have me pinned down under you while we’re training here.”

There was a deafening silence weighing down on you now that you weren’t rambling anymore and you hoped there was a sniper out there somewhere, training their rifle at you and being merciful enough to put you out of your misery, nowhere near brave enough to handle however König might react to your confession.

You yelped in surprise and confusion when suddenly your world was turned upside down, your back colliding with the mat again, but it wasn’t thanks to your imaginary sniper who saved you from having to deal with the consequences of your own actions.

König was hovering over you as he had earlier, trapping you underneath him, his eyes boring into yours with smug confidence playing on his features that you had never seen there before. His large hands were braced on either side of your head and his waist fitted perfectly in the space between your open legs. 

Your breath got caught in your throat as you looked up at him with wide eyes, watching him lean down to you with a smirk on his scarred lips before whispering in your ear, his breath warm against your skin,

“How about you stop teasing then and actually put your words into action, hm?”

His low voice sent an electrifying shiver down your spine, your lips parting slightly without any sound leaving them, still staring up at him, his eyes dark and intense. A slow grin began to form on your lips when his words fully registered in your flustered mind, your heart slamming against your ribcage in anticipation at this turn of events, a wave of pure relief washing over you that almost made you tear up if it weren’t for that devilish sparkle in his eyes.

Your favorite Austrian seemed to be full of surprises today. If you had known your feelings would be reciprocated this eagerly, you might have considered confessing to him sooner—after having some more fun messing with him of course. But even in your wildest dreams you wouldn’t have expected this reaction, it was better than anything you could have ever hoped for, and you were impatient to get to know this new side of him—intimately.

König raised an eyebrow at you, the cocky smirk still plastered on his face, challenging you to make your move, his newfound confidence not faltering at the lack of an immediate reaction from you.

You mirrored his expression, more than willing to join his little game, and slowly pushed yourself up on your elbows, leaning closer to him, your eyes falling to his lips before returning to his eyes, your stomach doing a delighted flip at the hungry look you found in them. But as you moved forward, he started to back away, your breath mingling in the space between the two of you but still entirely out of reach. You shot him a dirty look, your nails digging into the material of the mat underneath you but playing along despite your annoyance, chasing after him. The smirk on his face grew even wider, stretching the scar that ran across his mouth, tempting you to press your lips to it and trace it with your tongue.

The amused chuckle coming from König made you furious, but still you followed his movements when he suddenly pushed against your shoulder, gently pinning you to the floor again but using enough strength to hold you in place. You glared up at him, the look in your eyes nothing short of lethal but König wasn’t fazed by that in the slightest, towering over you in smug patience. 

You pushed against his chest, more forcefully than you had intended to but he didn’t budge at all, just watching you in mock sympathy at your attempt to get him to move in any direction at all until he eventually decided to have mercy on you. 

With his hand still on your shoulder König leaned down to you, your eyes instinctively falling closed when his lips were mere inches from yours, almost touching but not quite. His warm breath fanned across your face, a sigh falling from your lips when his scarred ones brushed against yours lightly, before finally—

Finally—

“Not so fun being teased all the time, is it?”

Your eyes snapped open in disbelief, wanting to scream in frustration, this close to ramming your knee somewhere very painful for him, but you controlled yourself, snarling angrily at him instead.

“Just fucking kiss me already, you complete ass—!”

Your cursing was abruptly cut off by König pressing his lips to yours firmly, kissing you deeply, desperately, pouring all of his frustrations and worries and hopes into the kiss, making you gasp in surprise. You couldn’t do anything but follow his lead, returning the kiss just as impatiently, your mind blanking when his tongue brushed against yours. The whine that rose in your throat as a large and calloused hand cupped your jaw and tilted your head back would have embarrassed you at any other time, but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it, too lost in the sensation of König’s lips on yours. Your fingers threaded into his soft hair and pulled, making him groan deeply in delight, and you thought that you could probably die happy now, hearing him make a sound like that against your lips.

You hooked your legs around his waist again, this time only to pull him against you and hold him close, encouraging him to keep going, to never stop kissing you like that, touching you like that, without hesitation or doubt but with complete trust and devotion, worship even. You had never felt as cherished in your life as you did at this moment, lying on the old mats in the gym of a military base, König’s weight on top of you, kissing you like you were the most precious thing in the world, the very center of his universe.

And to him, you were.

You parted from each other panting heavily, your chests rising and falling quickly from the intensity of the kiss, both speechless and overwhelmed by it. 

Then your face lit up with a bright smile and König mirrored your expression, a shaky breath leaving him, his cheeks a lovely shade of red while looking more than pleased with himself, not hesitating to steal one or two more breathtakingly sweet kisses from you. His blue eyes were still darker than you were used to, but there was a tenderness to them that made your heart arch in the best way possible, a silent vow of his affection for you, something that he couldn’t yet express with words.

“I deserved that, didn’t I?” you joked after a long and dramatic sigh, watching König chuckle in amusement, the sound making you feel warm and light, a contented smile on your lips, still tingling from his kisses. 

“You did.” 

You rolled your eyes at him but mouthed a sincere “sorry”, watching him dismiss it with an easy smile and a small shake of his head. He covered your hand that was gently caressing his jaw with his larger one and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm, a look of pure adoration on his face.

You fought the urge to hide your face in his neck, a sudden wave of emotions rolling over you, burying you under it and the only way you knew how to survive it without drowning was to pull König closer to you by the collar of his shirt and kissing him passionately, clinging to him like he was the only thing that would keep you alive. He let you have control of the kiss, let your nails dig into his shoulder and the fingers of your other hand pull on his hair, let you show him just how desperate you were for him.

You pressed even closer to him, your whole body covered by his massive one as your kisses got more heated, your hips rolling against his muscular thigh that had ended up between your legs, the delicious friction against your center making you moan in pure bliss.

You were rewarded for it with a deep groan coming from König before he, disheveled and out of breath, untangled himself from you just enough to speak, desire making his voice sound rough and breathless. 

“If you thought about this happening so much, did you also imagine what happens next?”

You smiled at your gentle giant, lovingly tracing a faint scar on the side of his face with your finger, noting how he leaned even into the slightest of touches from you, wanting to savor the feeling of your soft skin on his. His question made you muse about how stunned you had been by this uncharacteristic display of confidence and boldness from him, how easily he had toyed with you before giving in to what both of you had wanted for a long time now it seemed, but that underneath it all he still needed some reassurance, clear affirmations to calm his overthinking and anxious mind, tormenting him even after what had happened between the two of you already.

“Oh, you bet I did,” you grinned mischievously, your voice turning sultry, but you couldn’t completely hide your amusement from it. “At night in my bed when I felt especially… lonely.”

You watched König swallow at your words and the intensity of his eyes burning into yours told you just how intrigued he was by what you would say next.

“And what did you think about then?”

You tapped one finger to his nose playfully, your grin only growing wider.

“Mostly you taking me right here on the floor until I can’t even remember my own name and have trouble walking in the morning.”

You paused for the dramatic effect, letting your words sink in for a few moments before adding with an easy laugh, “But we should probably relocate that part to somewhere more private than here.”

At that König’s head snapped up abruptly, looking around the room frantically as if he had only now remembered that the two of you were still in the middle of the gym, his eyes widening in shock, a cold wave of anxiety and horror crashing into him at the thought that anybody could’ve walked in on you just now.

Without a word he got to his knees and scooped you into his strong arms, making you squeal in surprise, before standing up from the floor and heading to the door, your arms quickly coming around his shoulders and clinging to him. He carefully peeked into the hallway outside of the gym, looking left and right before deeming the coast clear, not wasting any more time to get to the nearest room that would grant you some much-needed privacy, namely your own quarters on the base.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, surprised that König hadn’t just thrown you over his shoulder and he gave you a boyish grin, his cheeks glowing with a pretty blush. His feet knew the way even without having to look ahead from how often he had accompanied you to your room after your training sessions, just to have a little more time with you, wishing you a good night before parting, his hand casually brushing yours, making his skin tingle pleasantly until he fell into his own bed, your lovely smile and the sound of your laughter following him into his dreams.

When the two of you had made it to your room without any difficulties König gently laid you down on your bed and in an instant he was on top of you again, wasting no time to continue exactly where you had left off in the gym, large and callused hands now slipping under your clothing, exploring soft and heated skin, squeezing and tickling and driving you wild with want and desire. 

But between impatiently undressing each other and kissing and worshipping every new inch of scarred and soft skin that was revealed, absolutely desperate for what was about to come, you silently swore to yourself that you would get your sweet, sweet revenge on him for how he had played with you, strung you along, deprived you. You would make this massive soldier writhe under you, maybe while struggling against some restraints, begging you to have mercy on him while you would take all the time you needed to make him cry in blissful frustration before giving him everything he wanted and more until the only thing he would remember was your name.

But that would have to wait for another time, impatient to finally turn all those fantasies of your lonely nights into a reality with him.

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And they were roommates (part 11)

A/N: I hope this works because my internet is KILLING ME.

Warning: 18+ content SHIT IS STARTING TO GET REAL.

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The next day, you and Simon had driven to the house. It felt like two parents visiting a house to move in with their kids. It made you laugh. The house was enormous. 4 bedrooms, three bathrooms, a spacious kitchen, a big living room with a tv big enough to feel like at the cinema.  A very modern house painted in dark tones. All that you liked. You had looked at Kate and General Hopkins as he spoke.

"You deserve some comfort. You've been such a great asset-"  

"You're trying to give me a luxurious house because I almost got killed." 

The silence set for a minute, Ghost grabbing the back of your pants as he stood behind you. 

"Yes… pretty much" the general admitted. 

You rolled your eyes. Kate shook her head. 

"You also deserve it. Plus you need a bigger space since you are having even more roommates." She smiled. 

You sighed. Ghost ran his thumb on your lower back, soothing you. It sent a shiver down your spine. He loved to do this. You had noticed it. These little touches, hidden from others. It grounded you to him. If you felt anxious, nervous or tense. You loved it. He couldn't stop touching you. 

The week after, you had moved in. Gaz and Soap were sharing a room, Konig had his own room and Ghost and you too. You had wanted to share Ghost's room but to keep things slow you had both preferred to stay like that. You'd share each other's beds in any way. Soap and Gaz were thrilled, Konig was too but in his own quiet way. Ghost seemed tense already. 

"Hey… you alright?" You asked when the boys were a bit further away in the house. 

"Starting to regret living with these idiots already." 

"Konig's quiet." 

"Wait until they play board games." 

You had laughed. 

You had settled in your room nicely. The space felt much bigger than your old apartment. However it felt less empty. Even from your room you could hear the boys laughing, or the TV playing. You smiled to yourself. Things had changed so much in a few months. You didn't regret it at all. 

You were putting away your clothes in your new walk in closet. You were at peace, finally. Walking back into your room, you yelped when you noticed someone sitting on top of your bed. 

"What the-" 

You squinted your eyes. You knew it was him. You would have recognized him even in the dark. But… him, sitting there, without his mask on, made your heart beat as if it wanted to leave your chest. 

"Fuck… even your face is hot." You let out. 

You immediately blushed when you realized that once more your mouth had been faster than your brain. 

You tried to hide your blushing face in your hands as you heard him laugh. 

"Come here bunny." 

You dropped your hands, biting your lip and walking to him. You stood in between his legs. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…" 

You smiled, finally holding his face in your hands as his arms wrapped around your waist. 

"I was happily surprised." You whispered. 

He closed his eyes letting his face rest in between your chest, earning a chuckle from you. God he did look handsome. 

"I just… thought it was time to show you my face." He said, voice muffled by your own body. 

"I am honored. You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable." You assured him. 

"I feel safe with you. I don't mind at all." 

It made your heart jump in your chest. He felt safe with you. You wrapped your arms around his head, leaning your own on top of his. 

You remained like this for a little while until a knock was heard. 

"Hey guys!" Soap called. 

Simon groaned against you. You laughed. 

"Someone's here to see you!" 

You frowned. 

"We'll be downstairs in a minute Soap." You called back. 

You tried to separate the embrace but he held onto you. 

"Come on Simon. Let's go see who's there." You smiled at him. 

He stared at you for a long minute. 

"You're so pretty when you smile…"

You blushed heavily at the compliment. 

"Thank you…" you dropped a soft kiss on his lips. 

He sighed against your lips before you finally separated. He grabbed his mask that was thrown on top of the bed, only noticing it now, before dropping it over his head. 

You threw a last smile at him before you headed for the door. 

You walked down the stairs with him, meeting the rest of the house and Price in the living room. 

You turned your head to finally see your guests. Mellissa and Amy. 

"Oh Sparrow! Are you alright?" She was worried. 

"Y/N! Ghowsty!" Amy cheered. 

You could have laughed at the shocked expressions on the rest of the team. You finally reached them, taking Amy into your arms as she was impatiently extending hers towards you. 

"hey! How are you monkey?" you kissed her cheek making her giggle. 

As Simon came to a stop next to you she extended her arms to him. You had been beaten at this game. He was her favorite. You looked at him, his eyes not leaving you and the little girl in your arms. You saw something unfamiliar in his eyes before he extended his own arms to pick up the little girl.  

"gowsty!" she smiled at him. 

"hey little baby princess." he cooed. 

Yes. he did. And it made you melt on the spot. Melissa grinned and the rest of the room were absolutely shocked. It took one glance from ghost for them to look away. You rolled your eyes. You invited Melissa to come sit on the couch with everyone as ghost and Amy followed. She decided to sit on his lap and not move from there, playing with his skeleton gloves. 

"Boys, this is Melissa gallegos. She's my friend and the mother of this sweetheart, Amy." You cooed as well, softly brushing a strand of hair out of her face, making her giggle. Simon looked like he wanted to devour you for a split second. 

"this is Soap" you introduced. 

The little went into a giggle of laughter, making everyone melt in the room. 

"soap!" she repeated. 

The man in question blushed a bit, waving at her. 

"why you'calld soap?" she asked. 

The room temperature suddenly changed but Ghost was quick to move. 

"because he loves washing his hair." he lied. 

The truth was not something for her little ears. Soap looked a bit hurt but the rest laughed. 

"this, is Gas. because... because that's his name." Ghost said, taking the lead. 

"This.." 

For a second you were worried about her reaction towards Konig. He stood in the room a bit further away. He was trying to hide his big frame, probably not to scare the child but was failing. 

"this is Konig. He's... a friend." Ghost tried. It was clumsy. He was trying to find a way to make her accept the big guy. 

"Why he sow bwig?" she asked. 

"Amy..." Melissa started. 

"Because he's half giant." Ghost said, making everyone chuckle and Konig rubbed the back of his head. 

"he has supew powers?" she asked, not letting Konig out of her sight. 

"yes." he asked. 

"wat?" she asked.

"he gives the best hugs! and when you're in his arms you're super tall!" Soap said. 

She giggled. 

"thas not a supew power!" 

"ah! you should try!" he winked at her. 

She thought for a minute before extending her arms towards him, leaving you in a bit of shock. This little girl would never cease to amaze you. Konig had frozen on the spot. 

"Konig. Come here." Ghost ordered. 

You were going to protest, telling him not to force him if he was uncomfortable, but Konig moved forwards very slowly. Finally in front of Ghost and Amy, he picked her up very slowly as if she was made of glass. The little girl didn't say anything while looking around. 

"im tawler than everwyone!" she claimed happily, making everyone laugh. 

Konig looked relieved, until she looked into his eyes through the mask. She touched it a bit. 

"ah ah Amy. We talked about this." Melissa warned. 

"imno gonna take it off!" she said, looking offended.

It made you smile. As she turned back to the man. 

"you eyes awe pwetty. They blue" she said, making the monster of a man melt on the spot. 

She hugged him before asking to go back to ghost's lap. Konig was very flustered but walked back next to soap to sit on another couch. 

"This is Captain price. Or as Y/N calls him, dad." 

You gasped, looking at Ghost horrified. Everyone laughed. Amy was deep in thoughts. Before jumping from Ghost lap and running to price 

"gwandpaw!" 

Now Melissa looked horrified. It clicked so fast in your mind. How Melissa called you her sister and Amy's aunt. The very clever girl added 1+1 and decided that if you were her aunt and Price was your dad, obviously he was her grandfather. 

Price had looked taken aback but gladly held her in his arms. 

Ghost sulked a bit, suddenly not being the center of attention of the little girl. You left the boys being completely amazed by the little girl as you turned to melissa. 

"How are you? Laswell told me what happened. I was in the room when she was talking to Hopkins." she looked worriedly at you. 

"I'm fine, don't worry. Not my first rodeo, we both know that." you said, grabbing her hand in yours. 

"I was so damn worried. I couldn't handle it, and Amy surely wouldn't." she said. 

"Hey, I'm fine. Don't worry alright? I have a whole team of bodyguards constantly watching over me now" you said in a joking tone looking at the boys behind you. 

Amy was standing on top of the table, the men on their knees or crouching around it. 

"though your daughter seems to be their master. She has a talent of bringing these terrifying men to their knees.'' You laughed with melissa. 

You both watched as Amy took turns, touching soap's mohawk, price's hat, gas's hat, Ghost mask and konig's too. 

"Stay for dinner, the boys will be thrilled." You said. 

And they were. They were absolutely thrilled. You had made dinner with Melissa while they had played with Amy's legos that Ghost had bought for her the last time. Now you all sat at table dining, talking happily. Amy was so fascinated by the way Konig ate underneath his mask that she'd forget to eat what was in her mouth. Konig had felt very embarrassed under her scrutiny and had avoided eye contact. 

You had stopped for a second, looking at the table you sat at. You felt grateful. For all of these people. 

Once dinner was over, the boys had cleaned up the table, except ghost who was trapped by a little girl in his arms. She was starting to get sleepy. Ghost had glanced at you as you sent a wink his way, making him shake his head. 

"what's happening between you and the liteutenant?" 

Melissa's voice made you slightly jump. 

"hum... well... we're... together." you spoke. 

You tried not to blush but she gasped, a smirk on her face afterwards. 

"you go girl! daaaamnn." she said. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"so it's serious huh?" she asked

"yeah... I think it is... he trusts me enough to show me his face." 

She looked touched, holding you in her arms. 

"I'm so happy for you. Really. You deserve it." 

You smiled, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. You blinked them away. 

"Thank you Melissa. I'm so happy you're in my life too." 

She smiled at you before turning back to ghost. The little girl had fallen asleep in his arms as he kept pacing around to rock her softly. You noticed that the boys had lowered the volume of their voices too, as Ghost eyed them like a hawk at every decibel too high for his taste. 

"He'd be a great dad." Melissa teased. 

"We're far from that. Please don't start." You begged. 

You walked towards him. 

"Thank you lieutenant. She really adores you." she said to him. 

"No problem." he nodded. 

"I think we should go home." she said, glancing at you and then at the sleeping girl. 

"Alright, we'll walk you to the car." you offered, Ghost clearly not wanting to wake up the little girl, agreed. 

Everyone bid their goodbyes in a hushed tone under Ghost's gaze. You walked Melissa to the car, ghost had dropped the little girl, her car seat buckling her up. 

"Thank you lieutenant." she smiled. 

You stood next to him as Melissa looked at you both. 

"Thank you for taking care of her lieutenant". she said. 

You blushed heavily, looking down to hide your face. 

"The best mission I've chosen." he answered back. 

You bit your lip looking up at him as he glanced down back at you. Melissa got into her car and left,  leaving you both at the entrance of the house.

"You're gonna catch a cold. let's go back inside." he said, his hand meeting your lower back.

"Simon." you called. 

He looked at you, waiting. 

"Thank you. for taking care of me." 

"No. Thank you. For holding on to me. To my... fucked up mind and scarred body." 

Your eyes faltered, his words hurting you in a way you didn't think was possible. You grabbed his face in between your hands, his masked face dropping to touch your forehead with his. 

"You're everything Simon. you. Ghost. the lieutenant. all of you." you comforted him. 

He hugged you tighter. 

"fuck.." he cursed under his breath. 

A breeze passed by, soothing the incredible heat in your body. 

"come on... let's head back." 

You nodded, stepping inside with him. 

One thing had been absolutely sure. The boys loved playing games. When they weren't training or at the base and they were bored at home, they'd always want to play a board game or a game of cards. And right now. The game of cards was improvised. The evening had rolled in, you had been working in your room, and the boys were bored. It had begun as a simple game, Soap had ordered pizzas, and you sat around the large table in the living room. But as time passed, those menaces had decided to add some dares to the game. If you'd lose, you'd have to do something. Price had been skeptical, Ghost too, especially because he was worried about what the boys could make you do just to taunt him.

After the first round, where, much to Soap's dismay, he had lost, he was forced to play with handcuffs for the next 5 rounds. Watching him struggle during round 2 made Price laugh way too much, so he remained for the game. Obviously he very quickly regretted his choice.

Gaz had brought some Rhum, and even if it remained very calm, alcohol loosened minds and… tongues. You were all a bit tipsy. And the dares were beginning to be slightly hotter than they should be. Konig was shirtless… the poor man was extremely embarrassed. Gaz and Soap made out, a little predicament created by you. Unfortunately that had horribly backfired. You had to call Laswell and ask her if Price could legally adopt you. She was extremely confused but had said yes. Price added that he'd keep it in mind. 

To counter that you had prepared a little cocktail for the next looser, Soap. You made sure it was incredibly spicy. He had died, his soul leaving his body for a minute. Ghost seemed to be a very good player, managing to lose twice. He had to draw two little blush points on his mask with lipstick. He looked extremely cute. The second time he had to let the boys draw something on his arms with a sharpie. He had rolled his eyes.  After that he had escaped all shenanigans except one, he also had to take off his shirt. For some reason these men loved seeing each other half naked. 

Price had tapped out, opting for going home before he lost all credibility as a captain. Konig had also begged to be let go, you had obviously let the poor man leave, remembering him he didn't need permission, and shouldn't listen to the boys. Now, as the four of you remained. The dares become completely ridiculous. Now Gaz was handcuffed to Soap. They had a wife and husband written on their foreheads with a sharpie. You had cringed, you knew he'd be hard to clean up. 

The tapping point was you having to… lick your way from Ghost's clothed mouth to the aim of his pants, under the careful gaze of the two men. You were blushing hard. Ghost's eyes were fixated on you, his breath had quickened. His hand had reached your hair, tightening there when you passed over his abs. 

You had tried your best to hide your blush when you stood up. You could feel Simon's eyes following your every movement. When soap had tried to comment something along the lines of 'I'm jealous I want a bunny too', he had received a smack behind the head as a warning. The last round had hit, everyone was tired as 3 am was slowly approaching. To everyone's surprise, Ghost lost. Soap and Gaz had run to you, and you were now trying to find the perfect dare to conclude the game. 

Soap finally jumped. 

"I know! You have to wear a dog collar and a leash all day for Y/N!" 

You had gasped and blinked slowly, trying to process what he had said. You looked at Ghost, he seemed to think about it. 

"Simon…" you called. 

"Ok." 

Did he… agree?! You were unsure if it was the alcohol or something else. 

"Nice!" Gas said. 

You were extremely confused… and slightly excited. The sight might be something worth seeing. 

You had called it a night, kissing Simon goodnight and hopping into bed. The liquor and the tiredness made your head buzz as you closed your eyes. 

The next morning you had woken up rather begrudgingly. You needed a coffee. Or tea. You had thrown one of Simon's hoodies on and some leggings before heading down stairs. The house was noisier than usual for this hour. You had walked into the living room, greeting everyone. Soap and gas had a grin on their face. Ghost had walked to you, lifting up his mask to kiss you deeply. 

This was the best way to wake up. Truly. 

"Good morning" you mumbled in a sleepy voice. 

"Good morning bunny." He growled. 

You were taken aback from his tone. What was going on this morning? 

"Breakfast is ready, come on!" Soap called. 

You had sat at the table and eaten breakfast with everyone until Price had walked in, a bag in hand.

"Good morning everyone!" He greeted. 

The boys were quick to their feet as ghost sighed, getting up as well. He extended his hand to you, making you get up and step to him. He dropped your hand to reach his neck with both hands, taking his dog tags and transferring them to your neck. You stumbled on your words looking at him. You felt incredibly honored and thrilled and… owned.

"S-simon… I…." 

"Fuck. You're gonna have to let me take a picture of you like that." He talked in a hushed tone to you. 

He didn't leave any room for an answer as he grabbed your head and made you walk with him to the others. 

"I have no idea why you asked me to pick this up, but I have a feeling it has something to do with last night's game." Price said as he dropped the bag on one of the couches and grabbed the objects inside. 

Your eyes widened when you saw him take out a dog collar and a leash, both black. 

"Oh my god…" you let out. 

"Yes!! Captain you are the best!" Soap almost yelled. 

Gas was just as excited as him. 

"Alright, so who has to wear this?" He asked, turning to soap and then gas. 

When they both turned towards ghost, who stood next to you, arms crossed, Price froze for a second. 

"Really?" He asked with his signature smile. 

You were unable to process what was happening as Soap took the object and ran to the man next to you. He stopped when he saw the dark gaze of his lieutenant. 

"Sergeant, if you try to put it around my neck I will break your hands." He warned. 

Soap smirked but nodded before handing you the collar and leash. 

"Wait, WHAT." You cried out.

You looked at the black leather collar. It had a silver tag shaped like a skull. You turned it to see Riley written behind. They had made it engraved. The leash was a mix of black leather and chain. It was pretty basic. You were taken out of your thoughts as you saw Simon bend down next to you, now eye to eye level. 

"Simon, really?" You asked. 

"I am a man of my word." He said. 

You shook your head. This… was ridiculous. The rest of the team looked at you expectedly. You sighed, unbuckling the damn thing before very slowly approaching it to his neck. The eye contact was intense as you secured it around his neck, and the tension was breakable as you hooked the leash on it. 

"Bloody hell. You're all insane." Price let out, finally breaking the tension. 

He straightened up as you still held the leash in your hand. 

"There! Now you have scary dog privileges!" Soap joked. 

"This is a sight LT." Gas added. 

"When did this happen?" Konig asked, poor man confused. 

You couldn't believe this. 

Ok. Alright. It was a matter of 24h. It might be fun after all. 

You had continued about your day, unleashing Ghost. Soap and gas had forced you to keep the leash on you so you could put it back whenever needed. They were having way too much fun with this. You had your laptop on your lap as you worked through some things on the couch, Simon not too far. You had heard some commotions behind you in the kitchen. 

"Y/N! Get your dog!" 

You smirked.

"It don't bite." You said matter of factly. 

"Yes IT DO!" Soap threw back. 

You had continued to work without paying attention to them. During the day you had found yourself often playing with the tags around your neck, letting your fingers trace the letters on it. Mindlessly bringing it to your lips when you were lost in thoughts. You had only noticed it when soap had thrown a comment about it. 

"Y/N." 

"Hmm?" 

"You don't have to kiss that, the real thing is right here." 

You had blinked looking at him and then at Ghost. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you saw him, hunched over the kitchen counter both hands on it, gazing at you through his lashes like he wanted to pounce on you. 

Soap had immediately excused himself and you had let the tags fall back to your chest. 

"S-sorry…" you apologized. 

He had suddenly realized his posture as you spoke, straightening himself and cleared his throat. 

"No problem." 

He had quickly walked out, the tag on his collar clicking, leaving you confused. 

The interaction had remained in your mind. He had seemed a bit distant afterwards. You had gone out for a drink, soap and gas reminding you that you had to keep him on a leash. You had been horrified at the thought but Ghost had grabbed the end of the leash and hooked it in his collar. 

It had been funny to see all the soldiers at the bar avoiding all eye contact towards your table. The sheer fear the man next to you created in them was astounding. And yet he was next to you, as your hand held onto the leather leash connected to his dog collar. He had made sure to reach to your neck and take out the dog tags so everyone could see it. 

"Damn he possessive." Gas had joked, being completely ignored by his lieutenant.

And he was. You had gotten up to order another drink at the bar. 

"What can I get you ?" The bartender asked smiling at you. 

"Hum can I get a mojito, with strawberry syrup?" You asked tentatively. 

"Oh! Sure, Nice!" He agreed with a wink. 

When you had walked back to the table with your drink, Simon had wrapped his arms around your waist and not let go for the rest of the night. 

You felt a bit uneasy because you could clearly see his mood had changed. You had gotten home around midnight and everyone had gone to bed. The boys had finally let Ghost alone with the collar, though he was still wearing it. You had brought him into your bedroom to try and talk it out. 

"Y/N, I'm fine, come one hop into bed." He had tried. 

You were still holding the leash and you straightened it, applying only a bit of pressure. 

"Simon." 

His gaze had darkened. 

"Tell me." 

"Your time is up bunny. The leash is off now." He warned.

You furrowed your brows in challenge, applying even more pressure in the leash. He growled. 

"Bunny. Let. Go." He warned again. 

"Then tell me." You confronted again. 

He reached your hand, bringing you to his chest. You yelped. His hand was holding your jaw softly. 

"You had fun having me on a leash all day?" 

His special dark tone was back. The one that sent shivers down your spine and made you feel like he was a predator hunting his prey. 

"Well, everyone knew who you belonged to." You teased. 

He chuckled darkly. 

"Yeah. Same with my tags around your pretty neck." He made you spin around, now making you look into the mirror on the wall. His hand traveled from your stomach to your chest where the tags dangled. Your breath hitched as his hand hovered over your breast. 

"Look at you. Mine. So fucking pretty." He growled in your ear. 

"You know what. You're such a pretty sight to see. Let's immortalize this pretty sight." 

You frowned. 

"W-what?" You asked. 

He took his phone out with his other hand, turning it on and opening his camera. 

"Grab the leash." He ordered.

You obeyed, holding the leash over your shoulder. He placed his hand over your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place. He aimed the lense towards the mirror, taking both of you into view. 

"Good girl…" he praised, making you close your eyes and tilt your head back. 

He had taken a picture at that exact moment.  

"So pretty fuck. I wanted to punch that guy at the bar you know." 

You finally understood. 

"Simon… his wink was just playful… it-" 

"No… not his wink. The way he eyed your ass when you walked away from him. That. That made me want to rip his head off." 

Oh. You hadn't noticed that. He was jealous. God that man was possessive. 

He closed his eyes for a little second. 

"Simon. I'm yours." You reminded him. 

He opened his eyes, planting them into yours in the mirror. He visibly relaxed. 

"My bunny." 

"My wolf." You teased. 

He laughed a bit, relieved. 

"That's new." 

You turned around hugging him. He took off his mask, letting it drop to bed behind you. He dropped a kiss on top of your head. 

"I'm sorry… "

"Why?" You questioned.

"I… sometimes lose myself. You have to tell me if I scare you an-" 

"No!" 

You looked at him as he frowned. 

"I'm not scared Simon. Please don't think that. You never hurt me. And I trust you." 

He took a moment before nodding. 

"Come on, bed time." 

You whined. 

"Sleep with me tonight." You asked. 

"Bunny… not tonight. I got to wake up early tomorrow, the team has to go to base." 

"A mission ?" 

"Something like that. I'll tell you more after I get info." 

You nodded. 

You had slipped into pj's in your bathroom before slipping into bed. He had stayed just to be able to tuck you into bed. He turned around heading to leave before you stopped him. 

"Simon…" 

"Yes baby?"

"Can you send me that picture…" you blushed. 

"Of course bunny." 

Once he was out you smiled to yourself. He was really possessive over you. You knew there was a part of him that felt scared that thought you might regret this relationship. That he was not good for you. You wanted to prove him wrong. Your phone buzzed. 

You picked it up to see the notification. Simon had sent the picture. Fuck was it good. You made sure to keep it for yourself. He had added a little treat as a second notification rang. He was shirtless, the collar still on as he held the leash in one hand. The camera was tilted upwards as the looked straight into it. Fuck. You didn't take him for the kind of man to send thirst traps to his girl. But you were glad he was. 

You bit your lip, thinking about your next move. You were slightly embarrassed but also somehow excited. You undressed yourself before laying back down in bed. You made sure to position the dog tags in between your breasts with his name visible. You bit your lip. You held the phone up, making sure the flash was on and you took the picture making sure to push your breast together. You edited the photo making sure to add little skulls over your nipples.

You made sure to check the picture before sending it as fast as possible with a small good night. 

You bit your lip. You wondered if you were going to get an answer. Two minutes passed so you thought he wouldn't. But then a notification came on. 

You smiled to yourself. Finally drifting off to sleep. The next morning you woke up to an empty house. It felt oddly quiet. You took your time eating breakfast and resting. Around lunch time you were still alone. You knew the team had to go to the base for something related to a mission. You wondered when they would come back. Time passed by and you got lost for a little moment in your work. 

When late afternoon rolled in, you decided that perhaps a warm bath would be perfect. You could read a book or something. You stood from the couch when suddenly you heard the front door open and a lot of voices half yelling at each other. You frowned, watching the team stumble over each other. 

"hey hey hey... guys, what's going on?" 

"hey Y/N!" soap called in a very soft voice making you expect the worst. 

"so hum... we got something here, can you take a look?" gas asked. 

"It's a bit urgent, sweetheart." price added in a serious tone. 

You walked over to the table where the boys gathered, putting down a laptop on the table. you sat down in front of anxious looks. 

"Will any of you tell me what's going on? By the way, where's Ghost?" you frowned, opening the laptop and turning it on as you looked around. 

"Hmm..." Konig tried. 

"well..." Soap continued. 

You immediately turned to Price at their hesitation. 

"Please tell me what's going on." 

He sighed before sitting next to you.

"Darkends is dead. We are very close to catching the drug lord. We've been put on this mission and we were called to brief everyone and check some seized gear. one of the cases was... trapped." 

You felt your heartbeat quicken. no... wait. 

"Simon?" you asked.

"he was the one who opened it." 

You closed your eyes letting out a shaky breath. 

"Hey, he's fine, he's fine. He was in contact with a powder, a drug. He's going to be alright" 

You sighed with relief. 

"He's gone upstairs to his room, but we need to know what kind of drug it is. It was quite a dose and we need to know the effects. Can you do that? " 

"Absolutely. I'm on it." 

You turned to the screen, you absolutely needed to find what it was. 

For over an hour, after you managed to decrypt the computer, you finally had found something interesting. The boys were pacing around and kept watching you. 

Finally you found something interesting, a video about the effects of the drug. 

"guys i got it!" you called. 

They rushed to your side and finally you opened the video. 

The silence was loud. But nothing louder than the sounds coming from the laptop. You blushed heavily as Soap laughed and Gas cursed. The noise kept repeating itself, making it obvious as to what the drug was. 

"ah! fuck me!" 

It was a sex drug. 

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

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And they were roommates (part 4)

A/N: AWOOP Jumpscare damn this one's long.... Please don't get used to this super quick upload because i am currently sick and away from work that's why i just spend my days writing. It'll be slightly slower next week.

Warnings: 18+ stuff, violence blood, the usuals. We're all traumatised in so many and different ways.

ALSO: don't hesitate to send headcanons, tropes, to help keep this series going.

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You were pacing around the living room, much to Alejandro and Gaz's demise. It had been a full hour and half since you got home and you had zero news. The anxiety was eating at you. 

"Sparrow please breathe, let us take care of your lip…" Gaz tried for what must have been the 6th time. 

You just kept pacing. What happened? Where were they?. 

"God damn it!" You cursed.

Stopping in front of the kitchen sink you stared at the black mug. Did he get into trouble? What if he got suspended? 

The front door opening made you jump. Alejandro stood from the couch Gaz standing on guard nearby. 

Soap and price were the first to walk in. Ghost followed, balaclava and hood on. He was tense, you could see it. You wanted to get to him but not in front of everyone. You knew he wouldn't like it. 

"So?" Alejandro asked. 

"Laswell was informed of the situation. Keller was suspended until further investigation." Price answered. 

You let out a shaky breath. That asshole fully deserved it. But… ghost… 

"What about the lieutenant?" Gaz asked. 

You mentally thanked him for asking, the words too hard to speak out loud for you. 

"He'll be fine." Price answered with a smirk. 

You looked at ghost. He was staring right at you, you sighed in relief. He noticed. 

"Laswell fully understood the situation. She even congratulated and thanked him." Price said with a chuckle. 

Of course she did. Laswell was the one to find you years ago. To take you under her wing and protect you. You had become like a daughter for her. 

Ghost finally stepped forward straight towards you. His large hand grabbed your chin softly. 

"Why isn't this treated?" 

You could still feel the bite of anger tainting his tone. 

"Hum…" Gaz started. 

"I didn't let them. I was worried. It's been over an hour! Plus. It's just a scratch." You interrupted. 

You crossed your arms over your chest once more, defying him. What the hell? Who cared about the little scratch. You could clearly see his bloody knuckles. He stiffened. 

"Don't test me." He threatened. 

You pouted. The men in the room now feeling slightly out of place. 

"Well. On that note. We'll leave you to it." Price spoke. 

The boys started to walk out, Ghost not letting you out of his sight. You walked them to the door. Thanking them. Price turned to you. 

"Try not to get him to worked up… you'd be playing with fire…" he hushed only to you. 

You were confused. He seemed to be serious but the wink he sent your way suggested otherwise. 

Once the door was closed you turned back to the living room. Ghost sat on the couch back to you. You decided to walk to the counter, following Price's advice. 

"Come here." He ordered. 

You sighed. Walking up the couch, you didn't get time to sit down before he stood up. 

"Why?" He asked. 

You frowned. 

"Why what?" You asked. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" He hissed. 

You rolled your eyes, suddenly feeling all the pain again. The way he left. The way he told you you weren't friends. The way he didn't care. 

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He warned. 

You crossed your arms again. 

"Don't give me orders." You tried. He stepped closer. 

"Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me?" He asked again. 

"Because you didn't care!" You half yelled. 

You both stood there silently. You could feel yourself wanting to cry again. Feeling the tears threatening to fall, you turned around, trying to run from this staring match. 

His hand rushed to your stomach pulling you back unto him. You gasped. His arms surrounded you. Softly. Too scared to actually hold you. You let your hands rest on his forearms. 

"Ghost…" he squeezed a tiny bit harder. His chin rested at the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you. You bit your lip. Drawing more blood from it. With a whimper you spun around in his arms, hugging his torso tightly. He was obviously not used to it. He was probably mortified with himself to have even initiated it. He still didn't move. One of his hands rested on your back, the other had traveled to the back of your neck. 

"I care." He whispered. You closed your eyes at the sound. 

"I care." He repeated, as if finally allowing himself to realize it. 

"I can't lose anyone else during Christmas…" 

You were confused at the confession, but didn't push it. You hugged him tighter. 

"You didn't. I'm fine. You saved me."  You tried reassuring him. 

"He hurt you." You couldn't miss the fury in his voice. 

"And you made him pay" you chuckled. 

He didn't seem to find it funny. His heart was slamming against his chest. 

"I'm safe. You saved me." You tried one last time. 

You remained in the hug a little bit. 

"I'm… sorry." You heard him. 

You hummed questioningly. 

"We are friends. I care. You matter." 

The words went straight to your chest. He cared. 

"You matter too Ghost." You admitted. 

He softly let go of you. His eyes looked tired. Sad. His thumb reached over your lip again. 

"Let's take care of this." 

You nodded. Grabbing his hand in yours.

"Only if you let me take care of this." You argued, mentioning his bruised knuckles. 

He nodded. You smiled at him through tears. His hand rose, patting your head softly. 

One thought lingered on your mind. He cared.

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The next morning you woke up feeling sore. Last night Ghost had insisted on taking care of every single bruise you had.

"It's no-thing leave-it." You complained, punctuating every syllable. 

You tried to get away from his grip. Seriously, the little bruise on your knee wasn't even caused by Keller. 

"Keep moving and I'm handcuffing you." He warned. 

"You wouldn't!" You stared at him. 

The blank stares spoke volumes. He definitely would.

 

You sighed at the memory. He had given you pain meds. It was now almost 11 am. You probably would have slept longer if it wasn't for the bickering coming from the living room. You rose from the bed, you looked around, searching for your baggy shirt or t-shirt but couldn't find it anywhere. Did he… no. He wouldn't. He couldn't have. 

He totally did. You sighed. Fine. You threw on a pajama shirt. Rummaging through your closet you found some pajama shorts. You walked to the door, stepping out and walking into the living room. You blinked. For a second you thought you might be dreaming. 

The boys turned to you. The blinking lights reflecting around. The tree standing tall in the corner. 

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Alejandro said. 

"Sorry we didn't wait for you to put up the Christmas tree." Soap added. 

"It was supposed to be a surprise but soap can't shut up." Gaz teased. 

"What do you mean?! You've been yelling about the fucking colors all morning." Soap complained. 

You stood there in shock. The whole living room had been decorated for Christmas. And… was that the smell of gingerbread? While the boys were bickering you looked at Ghost. Your breath caught in your lungs. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a very nice contrast from the usual hoodies or tactical shirts. 

He was eyeing you angrily. Ah. Yes. The shorts. He glanced away and you followed his gaze. He was right. Alejandro seemed to enjoy the sight before him. He winked at you. Oh god. 

Ghost rose from where he sat, and you immediately walked up to him. 

"Ghost!"  You whispered to him, one hand on his chest the other on his forearm. The skin to skin contact sent a shiver down your spine. 

"Stop fucking playing." He whispered back. 

"You said you weren't jealous.." you teased in a whisper, batting your lashes at him. 

"Last warning. He keeps glancing at you." He warned. 

"He's not going to hurt me. You know that."

He quietly looked down at you.

"It's just shorts. Calm down." 

He frowned. 

"Fine." He spat. 

You smiled up at him. Your palm still on his chest. Something flashed through his eyes but you weren't exactly sure what. 

"Ghost… did you hide my baggy shirts?" You questioned. He remained silent simply staring at you. 

"Sparrow! Come help!" Soap called. 

Letting your hands drop you whispered one last thing. 

"Thank you… for Christmas." 

He nodded. You took a step back heading for the tree. His eyes didn't leave you all afternoon. He stood close all the time. Alejandro was flirty but from far away which seemed to be a safe distance from the big scary dog next to you. 

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Christmas was wonderful. The boys had stayed over, sleeping on the couch and ground. First you were worried but Price had quickly washed your fears away. 

"Don't worry they've slept in much worse conditions." He chuckled. 

It was almost new year. Price and Ghost had been spending a lot of time on base, probably dealing with the Keller problem. As such, Gaz soap and Alejandro had been spending almost every day at the apartment. Somehow it had turned into a frat house, much to Ghost's dismay. 

You had been so happy to mend things with Ghost. But you missed him. Your cheeks heated up at the thought. It was hard to admit and you surely wouldn't say it out loud. Spending time with the boys was fun but you missed the alone time with your roommate. 

On this late evening, you had dined with the boys. You were thankful for Alejandro's cooking skills. Price and Ghost were out. And you were bored. Honestly. You were slightly pouting. 

"Hey guys, want to play something?" Soap asked, picking Gaz's interest. 

"Oh yeah yeah, we got that card game remember?" Gaz proposed. 

"Absolutely! We should turn it into a drinking game." Soap added. 

"I'm in." Alejandro rang. 

They turned to you. A drinking game… well. You really were bored. 

"Ok, sure." You said. 

What could go wrong? 

Every possible thing that could go wrong, went wrong. Everyone was drunk, slurring on their words, the living room was a mess. The boys had lost their shirts, Gaz had a drawn mustache over his lips, Soap had heavy makeup on and Alejandro tape over his mouth. You had ended up wearing Alejandro's shirt with nothing but underwear under. It was big enough to reach your thighs. 

Your mind was blurry. The few shots of tequila, vodka and whiskey mixing your thoughts together in an impossible tangle. 

"And that's another one for me!" Soap yelled, smashing his card on the table. 

Everyone groaned ready to take another shot. You were unsure of the current time. The alcohol in your body made you slightly irrational. You missed Ghost. Why wasn't he home yet? You were pissed at him. The liquor burned your throat as you swallowed. You had fully accepted to wear Alejandro's shirt after your 7th shot, just to mess with the lieutenant. 

Next round, won by Gaz, turned into a debate on whether or not he had cheated, Alejandro somehow losing the tape over his mouth in the process, sticking it to his chest. 

You were annoyed. Where was Ghost? You wanted Ghost… 

Pouring another shot, the game not being an excuse to down your drink anymore. 

"What the hell is going on?!" 

Everyone turned at the sound of Price's voice. 

"Dad!" You yelled, a silly smile on your face. 

Alejandro, Gaz and Soap burst out laughing. Price himself chuckled. 

"Oh god. Little bird I'm flattered. We shouldn't have left you alone with these menaces." He said. 

You noticed Ghost had his gaze fixated on you. You changed your expression to a pout. 

"Why you'home so late?" You asked with a frown. 

"You meanie!" 

The comment made the boys burst out laughing again, Price indulging himself in laughter as well. 

Ghost hadn't said a word yet. That wasn't nice…  It pissed you off even more. He stepped closer. 

"No!" You said. Making him stop in his tracks.

"Sparrow. You need to go to bed." He finally said. 

"No! I wan'n play!" You pouted more. 

He sighed, looking at Price. 

"Sparrow listen to him. The boys are also going to sleep. Look, Gaz is already out." 

You glanced back, Gaz had indeed tapped out he laid on the ground, mouth slightly open. 

You frowned. Pussy. 

Ghost had used that moment of inadvertence to get closer. Unfortunately for him, you noticed, crawling under the coffee table to the other side, shielding you from him as you slurred another 'no!' at him. 

Soap couldn't stop laughing. Holding his stomach. 

"Fuckin hell." Ghost cursed. 

Price walked to Soap grabbing him, throwing his arm over his shoulders. 

"Come on Sergeant, let's get you to bed." He smiled. 

"Put him in the room on the right." Ghost said. 

Wait.. that.. was… your room. You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He grabbed it before it could hit him, sending a dark glance at you. Soap had burst out laughing again, Alejandro joining him. 

"I already told you. Pillows are not. A good weapon." He hissed. 

He froze. Frowning. 

"What are you wearing?" His voice had lowered a few octaves. 

"My shirt…" Alejandro answered in between laughs. 

God.. he looked furious. It sent a shiver down your spine. And it made you want to play with fire soooo much more. 

"It looks-good on'me.. doesn'init?" You smiled innocently at him. 

"It makes you angwy…'' you teased with a pout. "Mayyybee, sshould take'it off…" you said, adding actions to words as you crossed your arms grabbing the hem of the shirt, ready to lift it over your head. What were you doing? If only that question ran through your head at that moment maybe, just maybe you had behaved. Unfortunately the only thing in your mind was how pissed you were at him for coming home so late. Therefore a stupid reason to any rational thinking person, which you currently were not. 

As the shirt raised, showing your panties as you sat on your legs on the ground Ghost snapped. 

"SPARROW" He yelled, grabbing the coffee table with one hand, lifting and pushing it aside as if it was nothing, freeing the way to you. 

It made you stop dead in your tracks. Shutting up Soap and Alejandro, waking up Gaz in the process. Price kept a close look at the situation.

You looked at him with wide eyes. He took a deep breath, squatting down in front of you slowly as if to not scare a little wild animal. 

"Little bunny…" he started. 

It made you melt. The fucker. He knew how to tame you. You let go of the shirt letting your hands drop to the floor in front of you, in between your legs. 

"You've drank a bit too much because of these… idiots." He hissed the last word. 

"I drank becaus m'missed you…" you admitted pouting. 

A 'whooo' was heard in the far back, probably coming from Soap. With a simple glance from Ghost he shut up. 

"Alright little bunny. I'm sorry. You want to be a good girl? You want to come see me?" He said, in a deep and… very sexy… voice. 

Your mind was a complete fog. You wanted to be a good girl… you wanted to be his good girl… 

Wait.. what?

If you could see yourself in a mirror and if you weren't so intoxicated, you would have understood the meaning of heart eyes. Ghost swallowed. It wasn't at all the look of pure adoration at his words that made him react like that… that made him stare at you like… you were his prey. 

"I .. I wann'be a good girl…" you said in a whiny voice. 

You thought you heard groans from every drunk man in the room. But your attention was fully fixed on the man with a skull mask in front of you. 

Fuck. Why was it so hard to think? You felt so hot. The alcohol completely erasing your inhibition. 

"Come here little bunny." He ordered. 

Crawling on all fours to him you sat right in front of him looking up. Price had continued his way to drop Soap on your bed, coming back to grab Gaz. 

"Imm sorry…" you said. 

He sighed. 

"You're a lightweight." He said. 

You nodded. 

"Can I have my shirt back?" Alejandro interrupted. 

Ghost glanced at him. Muscles flexing. You turned to see what was making him so angry. Alejandro eyed you hungrily. Perhaps enjoying a bit too much the sight before him. You, on your knees, wearing his shirt. 

"Sure." Ghost answered. 

You blinked. He dropped to his knees, shifting closer to you as you now sat in between his knees. Softly grabbing the hem of the shirt, eyeing you to ask permission. You bit your lip, still glancing at him adoringly. He was mad. You wanted him to stop being mad. He lifted the shirt over your head, the cold hair giving you goosebumps. Or maybe it was the way his fingertips touched your skin. I mean, who knows? He threw Alejandro's shirt to his face. 

He grabbed his own hoodie, throwing it over his head. You looked at his torso. You bit your lip again. God… he was hot. The scars… the way he was toned. His tattoos. Fuck. No. No. Wait. He's your roommate. You.. you can't…

He threw his hoodie over you, making you wear it. His scent was overwhelming, it made you close your eyes. The warmth of it, as he had been wearing it made you hum happily. 

You were so focused that you didn't hear the conversation they were having. 

"Why so angry lieutenant?" Alejandro, taunted with a smirk. 

"The fuck you playin at Vargas?" He asked, anger biting at his words. 

"What? She's pretty. Adorable. Hot." He listed. Ghost grew furious by the second. 

"Stay the fuck away." Ghost threatened.

"What? She's yours? You feel possessive just because she's your roomie? Maybe she wants me" He frowned with a malicious smirk. 

Ghost chuckled darkly. Turning to you, suddenly gaining your attention. 

"Little bird… you missed me?" He asked. 

"Yes sir…" you answered sweetly. 

"Now… I should apologize for that." He flirted. 

Wait… flirted…? Your mind was too fucked to pick it up. 

"You want to sleep in my bed? Wanna cuddle with your lieutenant ?" He asked. 

Your eyes would sparkle if they could. 

"Yes please sir" you whined. 

Alejandro cleared his throat. But somehow Ghost didn't stop. His fingers rose to your chin. What was he doing? Was this supposed to prove something? Were any of you serious? Was it just for show? Were you willingly rolling with his taunts?  

He eyed you down. Voice deep and groaning. 

"You my bunny? You're mine?" He asked, almost growling the last word. 

You leant forward hands on his torso, letting your head fall into his shoulder. 

"M'yours… m'your bunny…" you whined. 

You felt so much affection at the moment for this man. His little pet name made your head spin.

That and the tequila.

Suddenly you were off the floor, being carried bridal style by him. You completely gave up on picking up anything about reality. You just let him take you to bed. You passed by Price in the hallway.

"The other two are dead asleep." He informed. 

"Good. Now please get Vargas out." Ghost answered. 

"He's too drunk to go anywhere. But I'll sleep in the living room with him. Whatever's going on shouldn't fuck up your work together." Price stated.  A little silence. You hugged his neck tighter. Making Price chuckle. 

"I think you can take care of her." Price teased, taping him on the shoulder before heading to the living room.

"Come on Vargas. Let's go to bed." 

You chuckled into Ghost's neck as you heard Price. Ghost walked into his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He softly dropped you on top of his bed, standing up to look down at you. He sighed. 

"You shouldn't drink this much Sparrow." He scolded. 

You pouted. 

"It's bunny." You frowned. 

He chuckled. 

"You're going to be so embarrassed tomorrow morning." He teased. 

"Probably…" you slurred. 

"You… really missed me?" He asked in a low voice. 

You hummed affirmatively, suddenly hugging his pillow, eyelids heavy. 

"Miss spending time… miss playing… eating…" you listed. 

He chuckled. 

"I'm sorry. I'll spend more time with you." He promised. 

You smiled up at him. 

"Fuuuck.." he cursed under his breath. "Vargas's right. You're fucking adorable." He whispered, more to himself than your ears. 

You chuckled. Finger curling, beckoning him to lower himself to you. He leaned forwards, hands resting on either side of your body. You softly grabbed his face in between your hands, leaning in, his eyes widening. At the last moment you shifted, dropping a kiss on the skull mask, where his forehead would be. 

"M'your bunny…" was the last thing you could say before sleep took you.

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The next morning was rough. You had a pounding headache and you were nauseous. It took a good minute before you opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to your surroundings. You weren't in your room. And… that. Was Ghost sleeping next to you? Wait. Was that his hoodie on you?  You remembered your little plan yesterday to piss him off by wearing Alejandro's t-shirt. 

The memories hit you like a truck. You on all fours, Ghost undressing you, calling you bunny. Flirting with you. The staring match between the two men… CALLING PRICE DAD. 

You cursed loudly, hands hiding your face. 

"You ok ?" 

You jumped, turning your head to look at Ghost. 

"I.." you didn't know what to say. You bit your lip. 

"Try, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause such a mess." He teased. 

You closed your eyes. "I'm sorry…" you mumbled. 

The air was tense. The memories felt a bit bitter. They were marked by alcohol and adrenaline from the moment. Were they real? This feelings? This affection towards one another? It was strong. It was abrupt to say it was love. He was still weary of you. And you were still confused. The doubt of his sincerity last night weighed on you. 

He was teasing Alejandro… but did he mean any of it? He figured you like praises and he used it to get you to bed. You weren't mad at him for it. You had acted like a brat. 

You were safe with the squad you were sure of it. None would take advantage of you, but you still put yourself in some kind of danger. You just hoped he wasn't mad. 

The fear of having ruined your established relationship, whatever it was, probably friends, smacked you hard. 

"We're… still friends. Right?" You asked. 

"Why wouldn't we be?" He answered, soothing your worries. 

"Are you mad..?" 

"Negative."

"Promise?" 

"Affirmative." 

"This is going to feel weird… isn't it?" 

"For a little bit. But we'll get over it." 

You sighed. Would you? Would you both get over it? The way you looked at each other. The way his fingertips felt… the way he called you his bunny. His possessiveness over you, when.. you're just friends. Roommates. 

You couldn't handle this. You couldn't handle being this tense around him. You jumped, turning over on your stomach, letting yourself rest on your elbows looking at him. He was staring right at you. 

"We're pretty close." You started. He nodded. 

"We care about each other." He kept nodding. 

"You… called me your bunny." You tested. 

"I did. You like it." He noted. 

"I do… I like it and…" you were confused.

"Sparrow. Stop. You're overthinking this. We're fine." He said, slight annoyance in his voice. You smiled. He was still himself. 

"Give me back my hoodie now." He requested.

"No."

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 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

summary: steven finds a missing piece of marc’s puzzle as the fate of their lives are at stake.

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader; steven grant x fem!reader word count: 2.6k

warnings: mentions of child abuse and death, depression, also i love layla, just making the story complicated. spoilers episode 5.

quick links: masterlist and gif credit to @stevenrogered ; Part II Here

“Where are you going to go?”

The eyes he looked into were glassy–the kind that did not want to cry but ones that also could not help that they would. He was hurting. He couldn’t stay.

So, he swallowed his pride, admitting he wasn’t sure. 

“I don’t know.” His own voice betrayed him. Here, in this two-bedroom apartment in Manhattan he had been in one thousand times, he finally shattered and nearly gave up on himself.  

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— HAVING A BABY WITH OSCAR ISAAC’S CHARACTERS (HEADCANONS)

CHARACTERS — Marc Spector // Steven Grant // Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago Garcia, Duke Leto Atreides, William Tell, Orestes

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Gosh, I thought I’d write “quick headcanons” and guess what, it took me a week to do so and it’s like 7,5k words long 😳… I planned to write headcanons for Jonathan Levy, too, but I kinda didn’t have any ideas + it’s already quite long… I also wanted to write headcanons for Llewyn Davis but I watched that movie years ago and I’d have to rewatch first. So maybe one day I’ll write Part Two of these headcanons. 🤗

WARNINGS — mentions of abortion (Poe Dameron, Santiago Garcia, William Tell), mentions of infertility (Duke Leto Atreides)

WORD COUNT — 7,660 (1,890 – Marc Spector // Steven Grant // Jake Lockley; 1,320 – Poe Dameron; 1,180 – Santiago Garcia; 1,380 – Duke Leto Atreides; 890 – William Tell; 940 – Orestes

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

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