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Love, Peace, and Cows

Author’s Notes: Happy (soon to be) Valentine’s Day @ontheoddoccasioniwritestufff! This is my submission for the Valentine’s Day event hosted by the lovely @bunnyreaperer - thank you so much for putting this together! Don’t forget about all of the candy discounts tomorrow y’all. This piece features a GENDER NEUTRAL reader. Fluff only. No instances of y/n. Synopsis: It’s a lovely day on your little farm whenever John is home.

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It’s…odd to have John inside in the morning when he’s home. Rarer still that he sits on the couch with the TV on and a mug of tea warming his hands, a blanket over his lap. The sight of it, of him relaxing for once, makes you happy. It’s just a shame that it had taken a broken leg to get him to sit the hell down.

You toed your boots off carefully after you came through the door, doing your best to contain the mud outside. The dog that John had begrudgingly let you adopt and then fallen in love with cared not for keeping the floors clean and bounded inside, tail wagging and eyes bright as he leapt up onto the couch and tried to climb into John’s lap.

“Oh, no, you little bastard!” you giggled, unable to contain your laughter as you watched the dog plaster kisses all over John’s face. He laughed and pushed the dog away playfully before scratching the pup behind his ears.

“Did you track mud in, you naughty thing?” he asked, turning to look up at you as you set the box of freshly collected eggs on the kitchen counter and came into the living room.

“Just a bit, but I was going to mop later anyway. Eggs and toast for breakfast? Got five from the lovely ladies today,” you said, kissing John on the cheek and glancing at what was on the telly.

“Thought I might cook this morning, if you don’t mind. Knee’s been feeling better so I want to be up for a bit, give it a stretch,” he said, pushing the blanket off of his lap as your dog jumped to the floor.

“That sounds lovely, actually. I haven’t finished in the garden yet. I’ll bring a few tomatoes in to go with it,” you said, picking up your glass of water from where it sat and taking a long drink. John grabbed his crutches and hauled himself slowly to his feet. You were quick to help him steady himself and earned a kiss in thanks.

“What do you think about going into town to see a movie later? We haven’t been out that way in a while. We could get dinner, make an evening of it.” John suggested, making his way toward the stove with the box of eggs you’d retrieved from your hens.

“John Price, are you asking me on a date?” you asked with a smile, fetching a pan for him so he wouldn’t have to do it himself.

“I am, actually. Is the venue a little too cliche for you, my love?” he asked, setting the pan on the stove and turning the burner on.

“No, I’m just happy that after all these years we’ve been married that I still get butterflies in my stomach when you ask me out.” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him from behind. He took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin.

“I love you,” he murmured. You rested your cheek against his back, tracing the fingers of your free hand up his torso.

“I love you too,” you said, smiling.

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The rest of the morning passed as peacefully as you could hope for. John hobbling about the kitchen to make breakfast, your dog running excited laps around the backyard in between barking at birds flying overhead, and the clucking of your hens as they scratched at the dirt in search of bugs all made quite a bit of excitement, and you found solace in your garden.

In order to avoid boredom when John was away for long periods of time at work, you’d taken to caring for the little farm that had sprung up from what had once been a few scattered tomato plants in the yard.

Eventually, with John’s blessing, you had left your job to make it a full-time endeavor. You sold fresh bread and preserves along with produce and eggs and all of the other little productions that had resulted from your farm. It was a small operation, but one popular with the locals, and not a day passed that you didn’t have visitors at the farm stand.

It operated on the honor system for the most part, but on weekends and after school your young niece May would bound over to assist the influx of customers for some pocket money and sweets. She and the dog were beloved by your customers and her parents, who lived in town, were happy to see her spend so much of her childhood outdoors.

John coming home was always an event heralded by your neighbors. The man who lived next door was an elderly world war 2 veteran, and as soon as he saw John’s car in the driveway, he’d invite you over for tea and at the end would always promise to keep you and the farm safe when John was gone. You and John thoroughly enjoyed his company.

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In the evening after the movies, you pulled back into the driveway. Not ready to end the night yet you sat on the porch swing together, his arm tucked securely around your shoulders. He smoked idly, chewing on the end of his cigar as he studied the horizon.

“You alright, love?” you asked, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at him. He nodded.

“Was just thinking, sorry,” he said, running his fingers through your hair and smiling at you. You smiled back and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“About what?” you asked, settling back into his side as he pulled you closer.

“Starting to think about retiring - what life will be like. I…I want to spend more time with you,” he said.

“It’s up to you, John. You do good work, but I won’t lie - having you home more often would be lovely,” you said.

“Was thinking, when I retire and am back here for good - what do you think about expanding the barn a bit? So we might add a few dairy cows to the little zoo you’ve started here?” he asked, gesturing out past the barn and toward the muddy clearing.

“Could make a good paddock back there. I wonder if cows would get along with the goats? I’m sure all of the animals would appreciate more space to roam.” you said, doing your best to picture it in your head.

“Two or three at most - can’t just get one without getting it a friend, though. It was like getting you that pup, couldn’t leave you without a friend,” John said, ruffling your hair. You laughed and elbowed him gently, making him smile.

“Very funny, mister. But yeah, I like that idea quite a bit. You know, May’s been asking for a pony for a little while. Think we’ve got space for one?” you asked teasingly.

“That’s more of a Christmas present, I think. And I think your brother and sister-in-law would kill us,” John said with a laugh.

You settled back into silence together, listening to the chirping bugs and hooting owls as you gazed up at the stars, basking in the love of your husband.

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literatecowboy · 3 months

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Started work on a western AU today involving the 4 core members of the 141 and a reader insert. Leaning Price as the romantic interest as it makes the most sense in my mind. Will be enemies to begrudging partners to lovers for sure

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Dr. Feelgood

11. Almost Domesticity

Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: Wrote most of this in a post-organic chemistry exam haze. Nearing the end! I'm thinking ~1 more chapter and than an epilogue to slap a wholesome happy ending bow on this fic. What should I write next? Trying to start/keep writing more frequently as a brain break bc all of my classes are hardcore STEM Warnings: Hospitals, minor mention of broken bone

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“Fucking– yes!” you shrieked, throwing yourself at Simon and wrapping your arms around him, squeezing him tight. He chuckled, setting the box on the ground and sitting down, pulling you into his lap. He kissed you gently, tangling his fingers into your hair as you kissed him back. You pulled away and rested your forehead on his, smiling as you stroked his cheek.

“I love you, Simon,” you murmured, laying your head against his cheek and snuggling into him. He didn’t get a chance to reply before you winced and pulled away, rubbing at your cheek and giggling.

“You’re pokey, you need to shave,” you giggled, caressing his cheek. He took your hand and pressed a kiss to your wrist.

“I used to dislike my facial hair,” he mused, and you furrowed your brow.

“Oh, what happened to change your mind?” you asked, leaning your head on his chest.

“It grew on me.”

It took a moment for the joke to register and when it did your jaw fell open and you pushed away from him, unable to hide your laughter.

“You terrible man!” you shrieked. “The wedding’s off!” you giggled, turning to run out of the med bay. You only made it a few steps down the hall before he grabbed you by the waist and hefted you up from the ground, making you shriek and giggle and playfully push him away.

“Let me go!” you giggled, but he only held you tighter, cradling you as he carried you toward his bedroom.

“Not gonna happen, love. You’re all mine,” he said.

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You and Simon were conspicuously late to breakfast in the mess the next morning, prompting grins from Soap and Gaz.

“Ye know LT, those med bay walls aren’t as thick as ye think,” Soap said. Gaz elbowed him in the side and Soap shot him a look.

“What makes you say that?” you asked, your brow furrowing as Simon sent the sergeants a withering glare.

“Guess I didn’t peg you for a giggler, that’s all,” Soap said, wiggling his eyebrows. You felt Simon tense in his seat and rested a hand on his knee.

“We weren’t having sex,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I save that for when I get the chance to visit your mother.”

This made both Soap and Gaz laugh, and Ghost relaxed under your touch, rolling his mask up to sip the tea the boys had made him. You reached into your shirt and pulled out the necklace Simon had given you the night before, letting it rest against your shirt before returning to eating your breakfast.

It took them a minute to notice it. Gaz was the first to pause, his eyes fixed on the glittering metal as he elbowed Soap.

“Ow, what was that for?” the Scot grumbled, rubbing his side. He only looked up and found what had fascinated Gaz when the other man extended a finger to point directly at the thing. They were both frozen then, eyes wide and mouths agape. Soap was the first to look up.

“Is that - are you gonna get married to the LT?” he choked, the excitement evident in his voice.

“Yup! We’re engaged now,” you said happily, leaning your head against Ghost’s shoulder. He just kept eating, ignoring the sudden commotion until Soap sprang from his seat and practically launched himself at the lieutenant.

“Well done, mate! We oughta figure out where to have the stag party!” he shouted, pulling Simon into a bear hug. Simon indulged him for a minute before shaking him off and letting him slide to the ground.

“Don’t want one,” he grumbled, downing the last of his tea and rolling his mask back down.

“Come on, LT, going into a club or something wouldn’t kill ya. Think about it - all your drinks paid for, spending time with your mates, gettin’ a good bite after - doesn’t it sound like a grand time? Won’t even hassle you about dancin’!” Soap said. Ghost thought for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh. You rested your hand on his shoulder.

“Love the enthusiasm, but why not something quieter? Hit the seaside, grill up some food, enjoy a day in the sun. Maybe a bonfire, just the lot of you spending time together.” you suggested. This made Ghost perk up a little, which made you smile.

“I’ll think about it,” he said eventually, rising from his seat at the table. “Gonna go write up mission reports.” This made Soap groan and stand as well.

“Fuck me, I’ve got recruit duty today. Just remembered. I’ll catch you later,” he said, trotting off after putting his tray in the dirty pile.

“That leaves you and me. Want to go pick up the Captain from the hospital? He’s being discharged sometime this morning - told me to show up around 9:30.” Gaz said, offering you a smile.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss seeing that old grump for anything.” you said.

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It didn’t take long to reach the hospital, and as you were passing through the entrance, a familiar face caught your eye. The ER supervisor you had assisted previously was coming out of the doctor’s lounge, water bottle in hand, and seemed pleasantly surprised to see you.

“Good morning!” you called out, offering her a smile as you approached.

“It’s good to see you again! I’ve been meaning to call you - I heard about the court martial you’re being put through.” she said, a frown creasing your features.

“I hope it has nothing to do with you assisting us here. I haven’t been contacted for any information, but I wanted to reassure you that I’d be happy to testify to your competency and decision making skills. You and your task force have served us well and I’d love to return the favor,” she said. You froze, shocked still by her words.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your heart swelling at her kindness. “That really - it does mean a lot to me. You could really save me here.”

“What are they trying to call malpractice? I saw to your captain when he came in the other day and he told me it was a life-or-death situation. Any reasonable medical professional would’ve been forced to come to a similar conclusion.” she said.

“The charges are bogus. Someone is trying to take the doctor away from my squad. We can’t go on missions without medics nearby - it’s almost like someone is trying to keep the task force offline.” Gaz said, folding his arms, his brow furrowing.

“My opinion is that the case will get thrown out the moment the judge examines the facts in the pretrial hearing. But, if you need me, you know where to find me for testimony. And please, don’t let this scare you and your task force away from continuing to volunteer here.” the doctor said, offering a smile as she turned and headed back toward the emergency room. You smiled.

“Guess word of the 141 doing volunteer work these past few months has gotten around. You all seem to like it though, right?” you asked as you and Gaz made your way to the elevator, heading up to Price’s room.

“Honestly it’s more fun than it seemed at first. I’m glad Price signed off on letting us spend a few hours here every week. It’s refreshing.” Gaz admitted as you stepped off the elevator and turned down the first hallway.

Price was already up and out of bed, arguing with a nurse as she tried to get him to sit in a wheelchair.

“Really, this isn’t necessary, ma’am. I feel well enough to walk.” he said. The woman was unflinching, her arms folded over her chest as she nodded at the wheelchair.

“No, sit down. Would you rather spend another night here? I won’t have you collapsing in the hallway, sir.” she barked, pointing a finger at the wheelchair.

“Best listen to what she has to say, Captain. We’ve got work to do. Can’t have you stuck here for the rest of your life.” you teased. He sighed and begrudgingly sat down. The nurse passed Gaz his things in a clear plastic bag and then you all set off for the car waiting down below.

“Missed you, Cap. Got some news you might be excited about,” you said, hopping into the car and buckling your seatbelt as Price and Gaz did the same.

“Did the charges get dropped? I’ve been laid up in that bed with no intel. Laswell’s working on it but nobody would tell me anything. The nurses kept saying I need to ‘heal.’” he grumbled, gazing out the window as Gaz pulled out of the hospital lot and toward the 141’s homebase.

“Not yet, but I spoke to a colleague who said she’d be willing to testify on my behalf. It seems the charges are likely to be thrown out at the first hearing.” you said, fishing the necklace out of your shirt and turning around in your seat to show it to Price.

“What’s that?” he asked, leaning forward to get a better look at it but wincing as his abdomen contracted.

“Simon and I are getting married,” you said with a smile, taking the necklace off for him to better examine the thing. His eyes widened and a smile grew across his face as he took it in his hands, examining the delicate metal thoroughly.

“Congratulations, love, you two work well together. I’m happy I’ll have you around for good now,” he said, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiled.

“Soap wants to have a stag party for ‘im but he’s a bit resistant to the idea. Help me talk him into it?” Gaz asked, looking in the rearview mirror. Price nodded.

“Gonna talk to him as soon as we get back. Need to tell him I’m damn proud - I’m sure I can weasel in the suggestion of a little celebration.”

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That night as you were busy treating a recruit’s broken wrist, Price slipped out of the med bay and made his way down to Ghost’s office near the back of the building. He didn’t have to knock more than once before the door opened.

“Good to see you, cap. How do you feel?” Ghost asked, showing Price inside before shutting the door and sitting back down at his desk.

“Good, now that I’m back here. Never much liked doctors or hospitals, but that woman of yours - she’s different. Makes me feel safe when she’s around.” he said, sitting heavily on the couch.

“Me too.” Ghost murmured just softly enough that Price barely heard it.

“She told me you asked her to marry you. I’m proud of you, son. You’ve got a good woman and you’re smart to keep her.” he said, producing two cigars from his pocket and offering one to Ghost, who took it and rolled up his mask.

“I love her.” Ghost admitted frankly, rolling up his mask and accepting the light offered by Price. They sat in silence for a while, smoking together.

“Soap wants to throw you a party. Doesn’t have to be anything outrageous, but you should let him. If he doesn’t throw one for you, he will for her, and who knows what kind of trouble they would get up to,” Price said.

“Was thinkin’ - have an idea for something we could do,” Ghost said, leaning back in his seat. “It’s a bit big. Would need your approval.”

“Hit me with it.” Price said.

“Want to take her back home to California for a little surprise vacation. Would bring the rest of you too. Could call that a joint stag and hen thing,” Ghost said. Price nodded.

“Good idea as usual, Simon. We’ll go as soon as everything here is settled.”

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The next day, as you were supervising training (and occasionally joining in) an official bearing documents from the legal department came in to notify you of your court date - three weeks to the day. You were set up for an appointment with your appointed lawyer. Everything was set.

The time passed slowly. You spent your days with the 141: helping Soap and Gaz train recruits during the day before going out for drinks at night and keeping Price company as he healed and helping him manage the operations of the task force. You spent more time with Simon, though - cooking together, watching movies, going on dates and making love. You would almost use the word domestic to describe your life.

Every week you’d wrangle the boys into the car to go volunteer at the hospital. Ghost was a delight in the NICU - babies, when placed into his large arms, would stop crying instantly. Soap was a preferred playmate in the pediatric ward and thoroughly enjoyed coloring with the children. Gaz spent his time at the hospital charming elderly women in their knitting circles and modeling their creations. Price also volunteered with the elderly but spent most of his time on the ward swapping war stories with old veterans. You assisted in the emergency and trauma departments where you could, having more than earned the trust of the medical professionals there.

But the court date loomed, and before long, it arrived. You showed up to the courtroom early, the rest of the 141 at your back, but they were not allowed to sit up front with you. Instead, they sat in the bench directly behind you, all well-dressed in suits. Ghost had even swapped his balaclava for a black medical mask.

You had helped him tie his tie earlier in the morning, and he had pulled you in for a long kiss and a reassuring word before you set out.

“Whatever happens in there - whatever happens to us from here until forever - I’ve always got you.”

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literatecowboy · 3 months

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Dr. Feelgood

10. The One Where Ghost Punches A Cop

Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction - please be gentle. Additionally, the reader's callsign is "Feelgood." I have done my best to write the reader as ambiguous regarding appearance, but she/her pronouns and AFAB anatomy will be utilized. I hope for this to be a slow-burn romance with Simon "Ghost" Riley. Warnings: Hospitals, angst, police, arrests, punching

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You were up an instant, the tears gone from your eyes but worry still clouding your heart. You turned the corner into the lone bedroom and locked eyes with Price who gave you a weak smile.

“Feelin’ better already,” he grunted, his eyes flicking behind you as Simon joined you in the doorway. “Son, if you don’t marry her, I think I might. Or at least, I’d like Soap or Gaz to. We’re keeping this one.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed playfully, unable to stop the smile and the warmth that crept to your face.

“You’re high, captain. Now settle back and relax, I’ll get you some water,” you said, slipping back out the door and heading for the kitchen. Simon stepped fully into the room, letting the door shut behind him as he took a seat beside the bed.

“Think I’d like to someday,” he said.

“What’s holding you back?” Price asked, trying to sit up in his bed but wincing at the pain caused by the exertion.

“Think she’d ever want her old life back? A fancy doctor in California giving up that lifestyle for a soldier who could die any moment?” he asked.

“Think she’d laugh you outta this house if she ever heard you call her fancy, mate.” Price said. Simon snorted and nodded, shaking his head.

“Don’t have to be a soldier forever, you know. Could make a life for yourself - something easier.” Price said, studying Simon as he sat staring at the bedsheets. This made the lieutenant sit up straighter.

“Don’t think I’m made for that. Don’t think any of us could…” he trailed off, meeting the captain’s gaze once more.

Their conversation ceased when you returned to the room, a glass of cool water in your hand.

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Evac came several days later when the snowstorm had abated. A helicopter came to the field outside of the safehouse and retrieved all of you. Price was the first aboard and settled heavily into a seat near the back with your assistance. You sat beside him to keep an eye on him as the rest of the boys chucked the gear into the heli and hopped in. It took off before the door even finished closing.

The flight back home seemed quicker than the one to the mission, most likely because you were busy the majority of the time tending to the Captain. Near the end, Gaz and Soap stepped in so you could rest.

When the helicopter landed, the ground crew didn’t bother waiting until the rotors had stopped spinning to throw open the door. An unfamiliar medical team rushed to Price and, despite his protests, loaded him onto a stretcher and started loading him into the back of an ambulance. You leapt off out of the helicopter and jogged after him, attempting to climb into the ambulance with him, but you were held back back by a military policeman.

“Ma’am, are you the individual who performed an authorized appendectomy on Captain John Price?” he asked sternly. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz had come to your side now and you looked back at them with a furrowed brow.

“I am,” you said, folding your arms across your chest. “What is this about?”

“You’re being placed under investigation for criminal medical malpractice. I’m placing you under arrest.” he said, producing a pair of cuffs and taking ahold of your arm with a rough grip. Without hesitation, Ghost shouldered his way between you and the officer, shoving him back and ushering you behind him. Soap grabbed his arm and held him back and Gaz came to your side.

“Under whose authority? The doctor operated under the Captain’s own direction in order to save his life. To arrest her on such a charge would be inappropriate.” Gaz said.

“The order comes directly from General Shepherd - the very top. Step aside or I’ll have the rest of you arrested for obstruction of justice,” the officer ordered. Ghost bristled, but you lay a hand gently on his bicep.

“I’ll go willingly,” you said softly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You offered the officer your hands and he cuffed you immediately, your vision blurring.

“Call Laswell,” Ghost said, offering Gaz his phone, who looked confused.

“Why can’t you–”

Ghost took a step forward and dropped the military policeman with a single punch to the face.

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Later that evening you sat against the wall of your holding cell, snuggled as much as you could be into Ghost’s side. He had slid a bulky arm through the bars to wrap it around you and sat quietly, rubbing your side as you sniffled.

“It was stupid of you to do that,” you mumbled, brushing away your tears with your sleeve. Ghost merely shrugged and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“They wouldn’t have let me come with you otherwise.” he said softly. It was quiet for a moment.

“I love you,” you whispered. Ghost squeezed you gently.

“I love you too,” he said after a minute. The sound of keys jingling broke the romantic moment.

“You’re out of here for now. Both of you,” the guard said, fitting the key first into the lock of your cell, then into the lock of Ghost’s. As you stepped into the hallway, Ghost took your hand again, and you walked together down the hall and toward freedom.

“You’re not being charged, lieutenant. And despite Captain Price vouching for you, General Shepherd is insisting that you be court martialed for your actions. A date will be set soon and you will stand trial,” the officer said. You were offered your belongings back and took them - Ghost’s gear from the mission had been returned to the task force.

Soap was waiting outside with a car and you pulled him into a tight hug the moment you saw him.

“How’s Price?” you asked immediately, holding him at arms length and looking deep into his eyes for any indication of bad news.

“He’s okay, lass. They took him in for a second surgery but you had done a good enough job. Gaz is with him now, they’re at the hospital. How are you holding up?” he asked. You shivered.

“It was…cold in there.” you murmured. Ghost rested a hand on your lower back.

“Kept ‘er safe. Let’s go see the captain.”

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The ride to the hospital didn’t take long, but before you could enter and head up to Price’s room, your phone rang. The number was familiar. Ghost studied you as you shakily tapped answer and lifted the receiver to your ear.

“What can I do for you, Dr. Klein?” you asked, leaning against the car as it stood parked in the hospital lot.

“I’ve heard rumblings about you, doctor. You seem to have caused quite a stir during your time with the SAS.” he said, his voice not betraying any emotion.

“You know me, sir. Did you expect anything else?” you asked, doing your best to put on your most confident voice. Were you about to be fired? Kicked out not only from your position with the 141 but also from your position working with the American military in California?

“I went over the progress report submitted by one Captain John Price, and I must say that I am impressed. I did not expect you to make progress with your professionalism so quickly. It has been recommended to me that you return to your position here in California and be taken off of your probationary period effective immediately.” he said. Your mouth went dry and your heart fell into your stomach, a cold sweat blooming across your body.

“...What?” you asked, unable to control your emotions any longer.

“Your captain has insisted that you return and resume your position here immediately. I expect you by the end of the week.”

You hung up the phone, tears pooling in your eyes as your hand flew to your mouth.

“What is it?” Ghost asked, the concern evident in his voice as he took hold of your hands and gazed at you.

“Price gave the order for me to go back to California.”

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“What the fuck is wrong with you, John?” you barked, pushing past Gaz in the doorway and shouldering your way into Price’s hospital room, your furious gaze locking onto him the second you located him. He raised his head from his pillow and gave a weak smile.

“Hello to you too, doc.” he said, sitting up slowly and settling himself in the bed.

“You’re getting rid of me?” you barked, your hands flying to your hips. “You’re the one who gave me the order to operate on you. I caught a fucking court martial because of you. I–”

“You’ll be safer in California.” Price said, raising a hand to silence you. “Shepherd is up to something. I don’t trust him, and it’s obvious that he’s trying to get rid of you. If you were to go back to California, you’d be out of harm’s way.”

“I’d still be facing a fucking court martial. What is going to do, kill me? I care too much about all of you to go back. I-I love Simon too much to leave. I belong here, with the 141” you said, your voice cracking. It went quiet, and Price sighed.

“I’ll help you fight it to the best of my ability. Laswell is working on getting the charges dropped already. If it’s really what you want…then you can stay.”

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You left the hospital later that night with Soap and Gaz at your side. Simon had conspicuously disappeared not long after things had settled down and you hadn’t seen him since.

“Broody fucker is probably off lurkin’ in the shadows. He’ll catch up - no offense, but ya need tae go shower, bonnie,” Soap had teased. The three of you had driven back to your barracks together and they had seen you into your room before heading off to their own.

A long shower had you feeling better - it had been a long last few days, and as much as you wanted to collapse into bed and sleep your exhaustion away, you were starving.

You padded down the hall and toward the kitchen slowly, your fuzzy slippers protecting your feet from the cold, concrete floor of the 141’s residence hall. It was quiet with the exception of snores drifting out of Soap’s room - you couldn’t help but smile at that.

On your way back from the kitchen, snacks in hand, you noticed that the doors to your med bay were ajar. Upon poking your head in, you found that your normally locked office door was open too. Worry filled your heart and you padded inside to check for any intruder.

As you emerged from your office, the sound of boots on the tiled floor startled you. Ghost met you in the middle of the med bay, hands in his hoodie pockets. He wasn’t wearing his balaclava.

“Oh, you scared me, love. Where did you run off to?” you asked, offering him a tired smile as you moved to head back to your room. Simon held up a hand, stopping you.

“Wait,” he said, looking away and fiddling in his pocket nervously. “I’ve never been good at these things,” he muttered, producing a little box from his pocket. Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze.

“Sorry - didn’t know there were sizes. So I had to get this because I didn’t know yours,” he said, getting down to one knee and gazing up at you. There was no shake in his hands as he slid the box open, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with a small glittering stone set into it.

“Simon,” you whispered, and his eyes found yours.

“Would you marry me?” he asked.

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literatecowboy · 3 months

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haven’t seen one for gaz yet and i do NOT tolerate gaz erasure

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Dr. Feelgood

9. Seek and Destroy (the Captain's Vestigial Organs)

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As the weeks and months passed, your relationship with Simon only grew stronger. He’d begun going on missions again with the rest of the squad, and more and more frequently, you’d been taken along with them.

You were lying in bed reading one night before a mission when Simon entered the room. He’d been sleeping beside you each night, so his appearance wasn’t a strange one, but you could sense his worry as he shut the door and pulled his hoodie over his head.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, frowning and setting your book aside.

“Worried about Price. Just caught him in the kitchen, and doubled over. Was clutchin’ his stomach like it was killin’ him.” he said, setting his clothes to the side and tugging on a pair of sweatpants to sleep in.

“Did he say anything?” you asked, sliding out of bed and putting your slippers in.

“No, didn’t see me,” Simon said with a shrug, sitting down on the bed.

“I’ll go knock on his door. I’ll be back soon,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek

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Your room wasn’t far from Price’s and it didn’t take you long to reach the door. You didn’t hesitate before knocking and calling out.

“Captain? Can I speak to you?” you called softly.

“Come in,” he called. You pushed the door open and slipped inside, closing the door behind you. Captain Price was sitting at his desk going over last-minute intel.

“Heard you weren’t feeling well. Care to tell me why you didn’t come to see me?” you asked, taking a seat in the armchair near the desk and raising an eyebrow at him.

“What’re you, the KGB? Call off your spies,” he said with a chuckle, not looking up.

“You’re avoiding the question, Captain. What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Indigestion. That’s all, doc. I’m alright.” he said, finally sparing you a glance.

“Can I get you to take an antacid?” you asked.

“No, I’ll be alright.”

You sighed and sat for a moment before rising.

“John, I’m not trying to mother or nag you - I care about you,” you said. “I don’t say anything about the cigars anymore and I let you weasel out of your physical, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you ignore your health,” you said. John sighed.

“I know you care - I’m not trying to be rude when I brush you off. I’ll…come to you for help when I really need it, that’s all,” he said.

“You’d never be troubling me, I hope you know that,” you said. Price nodded.

“Thank you, doc,” he said. You turned and slipped back out the door.

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The next morning came quickly and brought the departure for the mission with it. A lengthy flight carried you and your teammates far out of the country during which you did your best to keep an eye on Price while chatting with Soap and Gaz.

Eventually the conversations petered out. When the captain fell asleep, you took the opportunity to snag the seat next to Ghost and nap on his shoulder as he browsed through his phone.

The flight was the easy part. You wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms by the traffickers you’d been sent to destroy so parachuting in was your only option. Price went first, followed by Soap and Gaz. You dove after with Ghost taking the rear.

This mission was a serious one, but Ghost caught up to you and took your hand anyway. You fell together until it was time to pull the cord on your parachute.

Your landing was thankfully soft and you cut free of your chute, stashing it in a ditch and kicking sticks and leaves over it before regrouping with the others. The trek to the safehouse was easy, a run down little hovel just outside city limits.

It was late when you settled in. There was only one bedroom and the bathroom was run down so everyone skipped showering and spread out bedrolls before congregating in the kitchen around the dinky little table to eat MRE’s.

“I’m glad we got more practice with parachuting before we left. Haven’t had to do that in years,” you said, shoveling lukewarm “ravioli” from its packaging and into your mouth. Gaz shivered.

“I hate that. Falling, it’s just so unnerving,” he said, shaking his head.

“You just don’t want tae lose your hat in the wind.” Soap said with a grin, plucking the thing off Gaz’s head and putting it on his own. Gaz snatched it back and they started to wrestle over it until Price cleared his throat.

“I’m off to get some rest. Don’t have much of an appetite for this.” you noticed he winced as he stood and frowned at his nearly untouched food. Ghost nudged you under the table and you rose, following the captain out of the room.

“Price, you need to be honest with me. Are you okay? I know the MREs are shitty but you didn’t touch your breakfast either,” you said, sitting down on the couch across from him.

“Just some stomach pain, doc, I–” Price let out a pain-filled gasp, his hand flying to his right side. His eyes squeezed shut and he leaned back against the couch, his large frame trembling.

“Deep breaths, Captain. How long has this been going on?” you asked as calmly as you could, springing to your feet and kneeling beside him as he lay down across the couch.

“Two- ugh- days,” he gasped, wincing and tensing as pain shot through him again.

“Your abdomen - lower or upper?” you asked, lifting his shirt and thanking God he’d taken his tac gear off when the team had settled in.

“Low, low down,” he grunted, patting his navel.

“At your belly button - has it gone to the right since?” you asked, gently putting pressure on his stomach. Price responded by throwing up on the floor beside where you knelt, gasping and retching.

This got everyone’s attention and the rest of the men came in from the kitchen. Ghost held Soap and Gaz back as they tried to rush to the Captain’s side.

“Give ‘er space to work,” he grumbled.

“Ghost, call back to command - see if we can get an emergency medical evac,” you said, reaching over into your bag and cracking open an ice pack. You wrapped it in gauze and pressed it gently to Price’s forehead, standing.

“An evac? What is it?” Gaz asked, reaching for his radio with worry in his eyes.

“Diagnose me, doc,” Price rasped, wincing as pain shot through him once more.

“My money’s on your appendix. We need to get you to a hospital as soon as we can so I can operate.” you said, standing to fetch your supplies. As Gaz and Soap disappeared to contact command, Ghost came to assist you.

“Is there anything you can do here?” he asked, watching as you put gloves on and began drawing up medication to help with the pain.

“Make him comfortable until we evacuate. Operating here would almost definitely result in an infection.” you said, turning back to Price with a syringe of pain medication drawn.

“Might not have a choice.” Ghost grumbled, gazing out the window. It had begun to snow.

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Hours later you stood, pacing in front of the large windows of the safehouse. The snow had only begun to fall more heavily - it was turning into a blizzard. Gaz approached, shaking his head.

“Still nothing?” you asked, doing your best to keep your voice steady. He shook his head.

“Ghost is still on the phone with command, but with the weather, it doesn’t look like anyone will be able to get to us safely for a few days.” he said. The silence that followed was only broken when Price spoke up.

“Get it out of me, doc,” he groaned, half delirious because of the pain medicine. Soap looked up at you from where he sat at his captain’s side.

“I don’t want to risk you getting an infection. I don’t have the proper sterile environment to safely operate.” you said, shaking your head, unable to meet his eyes.

“What’s worse - leaving this untreated for days, or operating and treating any potential infection when we get back to base?” Gaz asked, sitting down beside where Price lay. You stayed quiet.

“I trust you, doctor,” Price rasped. His face was pale and sweat soaked - he looked terrible.

“I think it’s four to one in favor of operating, love,” Ghost said, making you jump as he came up behind you and rested his hand gently on your back. You sighed.

“Clear the table in the kitchen and round up all of the cleaning and medical supplies we have.”

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If you hadn’t been fired before, you’d most definitely be fired for this.

You stood in the dingy kitchen (officially the weirdest place you’d ever operated on anyone) facing your tools and your temporary assistants. Price lay on the table, unconscious and wrapped in a paper medical gown. Without access to anesthesia, you’d opted to give him a large dose of pain medication that would hopefully keep him asleep through the procedure.

You had to admit that as goofy as they looked, you were quite proud of the 141 for following your instructions so diligently. At your instruction they’d all scrubbed their hands clean and donned the same paper gowns as Price. Bonnets had come next, then goggles and masks and gloves. Ghost had even taken off his balaclava.

You’d done your best to sterilize the place - the table on which Price lay had been thoroughly disinfected before being covered in plastic wrap and a layer of paper gowns. You’d done your best to keep everything cohesively one color and had firmly instructed the boys “not to touch anything blue or I will kill you.”

The kitchen lights overhead had been supplemented by all of the lamps in the house and you were satisfied by the light level as you gently shaved the area on which you would operate and disinfected the skin around it.

Soap was waiting behind you with a biohazard container and took the used instruments away when you were finished.

“Gaz, would you hand me my scalpel?” you asked. He retrieved it from the tray dutifully and offered it to you. You took a deep breath and made the incision. Price didn’t stir.

As gently as you could, you separated the abdominal muscles and made contact with Price’s appendix. The thing had certainly burst, and you flushed the incision with saline before going in with your needle.

As quickly and carefully as you could, you clamped off the appendix from the rest of the colon and tightly sutured it off. Once everything was ready, you freed the appendix from its place and lifted it out of the body, depositing it into a waiting container offered up by a pale Soap. You released the clamp and checked your work, ensuring you were satisfied before flushing the wound with saline again.

Once you were satisfied with the work you’d done, you let the abdominal muscles settle back into place over the organs and took hold of the sterilized suture kit offered by Ghost. The wound was closed without issue and you moved in to bandage it instantly, taping large gauze pads to Price’s side.

“Should be good,” you said, nodding and looking up at your assistants. “Let’s get him to bed.”

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Hours later, after having settled Price into bed and thoroughly cleaning the kitchen, you laid on your bedroll pondering whether you’d get a severance package or not.

The door opened and Ghost came in from outside, shaking snow off of his boots and taking his jacket off. The icy wind that blasted you in the face when the door slammed shut almost felt good. He came and knelt beside you, running his fingers through your hair.

“You alright?” he asked. You sighed and shook your head.

“Counting down the hours until my court martial for killing my captain,” you said with a thin smile. Ghost climbed onto the bedroll beside you and pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Won’t let that happen. Had no choice in the matter. It won’t be as bad as you think,” he murmured. You shrugged, tears welling in your eyes.

“Simon, I’m scared. What if he gets an infection? What if he dies and it’s all my fault? I won’t be able to live with myself. He hasn’t woken up,” you wailed, burying your face in his chest as you cried. He rubbed your back comfortingly, resting his chin on your head.

“Price isn’t going to die, love. He’ll be alright.” he said softly.

“What if he doesn’t wake up? I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, I’m not an anesthesiologist! That was so stupid of me,” you wailed. Before Simon could reply, there were hurried footsteps from the other room and Soap burst in.

“Price is awake!”

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literatecowboy · 4 months

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Dr. Feelgood

8. Extraction

Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction - please be gentle. Additionally, the reader's callsign is "Feelgood." I have done my best to write the reader as ambiguous regarding appearance, but she/her pronouns and AFAB anatomy will be utilized. I hope for this to be a slow-burn romance with Simon "Ghost" Riley. Warnings: Gunshot wounds, medical terminology and procedures, finger up the butt, new/unsure writer

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Ghost watched as you fiddled nervously with your tac gear, your heavy pack dangling from his grip as if it weighed nothing at all.

“How do I look?” you asked nervously, taking the pistol Ghost had entrusted you with from its holster and examining it for the sixth time that hour.

“Damn fine if you ask me.” Ghost grunted, patting the top of your helmet twice. He took the goggles from the top of the helmet and pulled them over your eyes, gently resting them in place.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” he murmured, watching as you shoved Ghost’s pistol back into its holster and adjusted the goggles to your liking.

“I haven’t been on a mission like this in years. Not since I was a marine,” you admitted, sighing and looking toward the helicopter that would carry you to the rest of the 141.

“It’ll be easy, love. It's just an extraction and nobody’s hurt. In and out,” Ghost said.

Down the flight line, the helicopter pilot called out and the rest of his crew started approaching the bird. When you turned to follow, Ghost swatted your backside gently.

“Go get ‘em, love.”

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The flight seemed to drag by. You’d watched through one of the tiny windows as the figure of Ghost got smaller and smaller on the ground until clouds obscured your view before sitting back with a sigh, your pack weighing heavily on your lap.

And then, ten minutes away from the evac zone, comms burst to life. Distorted gunfire crackled through the radio and into your headset, making you jump and reach for your pistol on reflex.

“Position compromised, taking heavy fire! Evac, where the hell are you?” Gaz’s voice was muffled by the sound of an explosion and the pilot grabbed his radio.

“Copy, not far out now. Bunker down, we’ll return fire from the skies.”

One of the helicopter’s doors was thrown open roughly and the mounted machine gun awoken, the gunner taking hold of its controls and aiming the thing down into the forest. After a moment a burst of automatic rifle fire ripped into the bird. The machine gunner returned fire instantly, silencing the men behind the automatic rifles.

You caught sight of Price dragging Soap’s body through the tall grass, occasionally pausing to fire his weapon in the direction of the combatants. Not wanting to waste a second, when the helicopter was low enough, you leaped from inside and unholstered your pistol, keeping low as you raced for Price’s position.

He’d hunkered down behind a rocky hill and was doing his best to tend to Soap. As you ran up to him he raised his rifle at you, but upon recognizing you, lowered it quickly.

“Is the sergeant dead?” you asked, dropping to your knees and pressing two gloved fingers to Soap’s throat.

“No.” you and Price said in unison as you dumped your pack from your back and tore into it for fresh bandages to stem the bleeding wound in Soap’s head.

“Cover me.” you barked as bullets soared over your position. Soap’s eyes fluttered as you filled a syringe with a dose of painkiller and injected him with it.

“Hey, bonnie,” he said weakly, doing his best to smile at you. You were quick to discard the syringe and press gauze to the wound on his forehead, blood soaking the cloth almost instantly.

“Stay with me, Soap,” you ordered as you quickly but carefully wrapped bandages around his head, doing your best to ensure they’d put pressure on the wound.

The gunfire around you slowed to a stop and almost immediately the helicopter landed. As Gaz came running up to you, Price shouldered his rifle.

“We need to leave. Now.” he barked, nodding his head at Soap. In an instant, he and Gaz were hauling him up and heading for the helicopter.

“Be careful with him!” you begged as you ran beside them, tossing your bag into the helicopter and watching as they gently set Soap down on a stretcher.

As the helicopter took off again you looked him over.

“Where else are you hurt, Johnny?” you demanded, feeling his arms and legs and unbuckling his tac vest to check for signs of wounds.

“I’m fine bonnie, please don’t put yer finger in me bum,” he babbled, his eyes wide and unfocused. One of his pupils was dilated to an extreme.

“He got blown back by that explosive. Just bashed his head in the wall.” Gaz said as he leaned over Soap.

“He’s concussed but he’ll be fine. Are you hurt?” you asked, turning to Gaz. He shook his head.

“Me and the captain made it out without scratches on us. Didn’t come into a fight until the very end,” he said, shaking his head. You glanced up at Price who nodded before sitting down heavily in one of the helicopter’s seats.

“You went on a date with the LT while we were gone.” Soap slurred and you turned back to face him, feeling your body grow hot.

“What makes you say that?” you asked, checking the tightness of the bandages around his head. Soap merely pointed at the weapon in your holster - the pistol decorated with engravings of skulls and bones.

Gaz burst out laughing.

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“You’ve got to stay awake, Johnny.” you scolded, snapping your fingers in front of his face as his eyes fluttered shut for what felt like the millionth time that night. You’d all made it back to base safely, and aside from Soap’s concussion and other injuries, everyone was doing quite well.

“M’ fine. Just tired.” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes and wincing.

“I need to keep monitoring you tonight, it’s important. I promise that you’ll be able to get some rest tomorrow,” you said, folding your arms over your chest.

“Listen to the doc, Johnny.” Ghost’s voice rang out from behind you, making you both jump.

“Steamin’ Jesus, LT, didn’t hear you come in,” Soap mumbled, sitting up in his hospital bed and reaching for the glass of water at his side.

“You scared me,” you murmured, standing up and turning to face Ghost.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked, opening the door to your office and gesturing for you to go inside. Your brow furrowed.

“Sure…stay awake, Johnny. I’ll only be a moment,” you said, slipping into the office. Ghost followed and shut the door behind you.

“What’s up, is everything okay?” you asked. Ghost nodded.

“Of course. I attended the debrief for the mission and Price pulled me aside afterward. He told me what you did.” he said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I did my job, Simon. What of it?” you asked, stiffening.

“You weren’t supposed to go into the firefight like that. You should have waited until the hostiles were eliminated before moving in,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“And leave him dying on the ground? I’ve been in firefights before. I was a marine. I know how to handle myself,” you scoffed, shaking your head.

“You could’ve gotten hurt,” Ghost growled, grabbing your hands and squeezing them.

“Well, I didn’t, and everyone ended up okay. You don’t expect me to just stand idly by when my friends are in danger, do you? You’d do the same thing and you know it, so why lecture me?” you growled, pulling away from Ghost.

“Because I’m falling in love with you.”

You froze, looking up at him with wide eyes. He shook his head and moved to open the office door to leave.

“Simon, wait,” you said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back toward you. You embraced him, unable to stop the tears falling from your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight, burying his face in your hair.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, gazing up at him. Simon shook his head.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you. You were right - I’d have done the same.” he said.

You stood like that for a minute, embracing each other, listening to your heartbeats in the quiet room.

“Price pulled me aside. Said he was aware of our situation,” Ghost said after a minute. You pulled away slowly.

“And?” you asked, eyes filled with worry.

“He approves.”

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You left the office with Ghost behind you a little while later. Soap was laid back down in the hospital bed, eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly.

“Oh God,” you groaned, rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

“I’ll handle him. You go get cleaned up, you had a busy day.” Ghost said, squeezing your hand before letting go and heading to Soap’s hospital bed.

You left the room as Ghost leaned over Soap’s bed to whisper in his ear.

“I did more than take the doc on a date.”

Soap bolted upright in bed.

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Playing Chase

Ghost x Soap x Reader This one-shot is my Secret Santa gift for the lovely @gremlingottoosilly as a part of @bunnyreaper's genius fanfiction Secret Santa event. Warnings: CNC, outdoors, woods, rough sex, NSFW, PIV, oral sex, etc.

You tore through the woods, branches whipping by your face and sticks and leaves crunching over your heavy strides. You paid no mind to the noise - there was no time for stealth, not anymore. They were on to you.

A laugh rang out from the woods behind you as you stumbled over a tree root. Clawing at the dirt, you pulled yourself up, a broken sob escaping your lips as he spoke.

“Come out, come out, bonnie. There’s no use running, we’re going to find ye,” Johnny crooned. You could hear the sound of heavy footfalls behind you, gaining ground every second. He wasn’t running - he didn’t have to.

You clung to the tree you’d hauled yourself up with the assistance of, peering around the wide trunk toward where Johnny’s voice had come from. He’d gone quiet - the footfalls had ceased. Wind rustled through the trees around you.

“Boo.” you shrieked and whirled around only to find yourself caught in the trap they’d planned so perfectly.

Gloved hands seized your wrists and pinned them above your head. The man in the skull mask who’d caught you pushed you back against the tree, pushing his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply.

There was a pause.

“Color?” he whispered gently into your ear, his grip loosening slightly on your wrists.

“Green.” you murmured. With all the confirmation he needed, he pushed you roughly back against the tree, not hesitating to shove his free hand up your shirt to grope your chest. You bit back a moan as your boyfriend Johnny came into view, a devilish grin on his face.

“Got ya, lovely bonnie,” he teased, coming up beside Ghost and seizing you by the hips. He drew you in for a kiss that you returned eagerly, tongue clashing with his until he was shoved away.

“Share some of our girl, will ya, Johnny?” Ghost asked, pulling his hand from under your shirt and tugging his balaclava up above his nose. His lips found yours and you kissed him just as eagerly as you had Johnny.

“What about me, LT?” Johnny pouted, palming the bulge in his trousers as he watched you and Ghost kiss aggressively.

“You’ll get your turn. I’m the one who caught her,” Ghost growled.

“Takin’ too long,” Johnny mumbled. His hands found the hem of your pants and they were rucked down unceremoniously, exposing you to the elements.

You gasped and tried to squirm away as Johnny pushed his fingers in between your folds, teasing the pad of his index finger gently against your clit. You were undeniably soaked, and as Johnny drew his fingers away, he pulled them to his mouth to savor the taste of you.

“She wet, sergeant?” Ghost barked, pulling away from the kiss.

“Wettest I’ve ever seen a bonnie,” Johnny growled, voice clouded with lust. Ghost reached down, gloved fingers probing at your entrance. He didn’t hesitate before sliding one inside, thrusting it in and out at an agonizingly slow pace while thumbing your clit. You gasped and arched your back against the tree, pressing your chest into him.

“Please,” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut as Ghost shoved another finger in, more roughly this time.

“Please what, bonnie?” Soap asked, the grin evident in his voice as he nibbled at your neck, tugging your shirt up and off to press kisses to your breasts.

“Please!” you cried as Soap’s fingers found your clit, rubbing quick circles as Ghost’s fingers picked up the pace. You could feel your orgasm building and your legs trembled, going slack against the tree.

“Gettin’ close, love?” Ghost rasped in your ear, pressing his body against yours as your boyfriends touched you. You could feel the bulge in his pants, hard and prominent, pressing against your hip.

“Gonna need to be more specific,” he growled.

“You’re bloody mean, LT.” Soap teased. Letting go of you with his free hand, he wrapped an arm around Ghost’s neck and drew him in for a kiss.

The two seemed to almost forget about you for a moment. Ghost withdrew his fingers from you to press Johnny against the tree instead, grinding his bulge against the other man’s as they both groaned in unison.

You seized your opportunity for escape and took off again, but only managed to stumble forward a few steps before falling to your hands and knees having tripped on your clothes which had been strewn across the forest floor.

Rough hands found your hips and the sound of a zipper filled the night air, and before you could react, a long, hard cock was shoved deep inside of you. You moaned, unable to stop yourself as Ghost set a ruthless pace, pounding into you without warning.

As your eyes fluttered back open, hazy and overwhelmed by pleasure, you were met by the sight of Johnny kneeling before you. He fisted his cock, face flushed as he watched Ghost take you from behind.

“Fuck, yes!” you cried, feeling your orgasm beginning to build again as Ghost reached down to toy with your clit.

“Color, bonnie?” Soap asked, tapping the head of his hard cock against your lips as he pulled your hair back, gathering it into a ponytail.

“Gr-green! Please, harder!” you cried, trembling. As your orgasm overwhelmed you, your wrists gave out, leaving Johnny to support you so you wouldn’t fall face first into the dirt.

You moaned around his cock as he slid it into your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you were overwhelmed by pleasure. Johnny moaned as he thrusted shallowly into your mouth, but the noise was cut off as Ghost pulled him into a kiss above you as they took you from both ends.

Even as you came down from one orgasm, you could feel another building. Ghost’s thrusts were more erratic now, stuttering as he neared his own release.

“Gonna fill you up, good girl.” he growled as he leaned forward to bite your shoulder, renewing the previous mark he’d left on you.

Johnny pulled away from you, sitting back and fisting his cock as he watched you and Ghost cum at the same time. You cried out in pleasure and Ghost grunted as he filled you, pulling your body back into his so you wouldn’t fall face first into the dirt.

As you panted, doing your best to catch your breath, Ghost gently pulled out of you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Got enough in the tank left to take care of our boy?” he asked gently, rubbing your hips. You nodded, and he guided you toward Johnny who was nearing orgasm.

“Fuck, bonnie, you’re so beautiful.” Johnny groaned. You leaned in to kiss him and he pulled you close as you fisted his cock, making him shudder and moan.

Ghost bent down and licked up Johnny’s shaft, taking the top part of Johnny’s cock into his mouth as you played with the lower part and kissed him.

“Cum for us,” you murmured against his lips as he groaned, his hips stuttering. He did in an instant, filling Ghost’s mouth with his seed.

The three of you lay there against the tree, catching your breath together. Ghost eventually moved away to fetch the supplies they’d stored and returned with a backpack. He cleaned you gently with a washcloth as Johnny fed you a granola bar and made you take sips from a water bottle, and the two gently dressed you in spare clothes before laying out a blanket and laying down with you curled in between them.

“Did you like that, bonnie? We didn’t hurt you or anything?” Soap asked, stroking your hair and pressing kisses to your cheek as you cuddled into him.

“It was lovely, actually. Everything I fantasized about. Thank you, both of you, for indulging me,” you said with a smile. Ghost pressed a kiss to the back of your neck and squeezed you gently from where he was cuddling you from behind.

“Anything for you, love. You’re our girl.” he murmured, squeezing Johnny’s hand.

As you slowly drifted to sleep, nestled safely between the men you loved, you’d never felt more at ease.

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literatecowboy · 6 months

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Hello, saw you haven’t posted in a while - hope all is okay with you and you’re all good and safe <3

Oh, it’s so sweet of you to check in!! Sorry, I know I’ve pulled a bit of a disappearing act - not to give away too much about myself but I’m a neuroscience major in uni and I also work part time in healthcare and I’m also studying for the MCAT so my life is a little hectic!! Hopefully when midterms die down I’ll have some more time to write, I’ve been missing it so much!!

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literatecowboy · 7 months

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Dr. Feelgood

7. The Healing Properties of Kisses

Next Part Fic Masterlist Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction - please be gentle. Additionally, the reader's callsign is "Feelgood." I have done my best to write the reader as ambiguous regarding appearance, but she/her pronouns and AFAB anatomy will be utilized. I hope for this to be a slow-burn romance with Simon "Ghost" Riley. Warnings: Gunshot wounds, medical terminology and procedures, SMUT MDNI

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You woke up still in Simon’s arms the next morning. He’d woken up before you and was running your fingers through your hair, watching you.

“You watching me sleep?” you mumbled, yawning and cuddling closer to him, leaning your head on his chest.

“Tried to get up but you clung on,” he mused, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. You rolled your eyes and sat up. Simon’s heart withered a little as you pulled away from him but he didn’t reach for you.

“Does the mask trap in your morning breath?” you asked with a laugh, looking down at him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back down to him, rolling up his mask.

Before you could hesitate you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Simon kissed you back, pulling your body close against his as your lips moved together.

You were the first to pull away after a moment, leaning your forehead against his and smiling. He rubbed your back gently as he studied you - his intense gaze was warm and oddly comforting.

“So it’s true,” he said, gently squeezing your hip and running his palm over your rear.

“What is?” you asked, pecking him on the lips and snuggling in closer.

“Kisses do have healing properties.”

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You spent much of your week with Simon that way: wrapped up in his arms or in his lap, your lips pressed to his. He took you to see the sights and helped you get your lay of the land, treated you to dinners in pubs and chip shops in every direction. One night you even cooked for him and you swore you’d never seen him happier.

On the last night of the time you had together, you returned to the main base hospital to assist the emergency department. You made it home late but instead of heading to take a shower, made a beeline toward the med bay, deciding to stop putting off your preparations for the following day’s evac.

You’d stripped yourselves of your scrubs at the hospital and were thankful for the cover of night as you wore little other than soft shorts and a tank top as you bustled around, packing supplies into your kit. The door opened quietly behind you and in an instant, a body was pressed up against you and a pair of lips found your neck.

“Simon!” you giggled in surprise, trying to wiggle away. He growled softly and pulled you closer, biting gently at your neck and pushing his hips against yours. There was a bulge in his pants - one you weren’t unfamiliar with as he often woke up with morning wood - but it still made heat rush to your cheeks.

“You look good,” he mumbled, running his hand up your side and cupping your breast over your tank top. You laughed and leaned back into his touch, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

When his hand slid back down to your hip, you guided it up your shirt and over your bra, encouraging him to feel more of you. He turned you around then, pushing you back against your desk and gazing deep into your eyes.

“You want me, love?” he murmured, stepping close to you and holding your hips gently. You bit your lower lip and nodded, meeting his gaze.

“I do. I really like you, Simon,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. He obliged you but pulled away more quickly than you’d have liked.

“Not here. Come on.”

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As the door to his bedroom shut behind you, he sat back on his bed and pulled you into his lap. His lips found yours once more and you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands found your waist, squeezing gently. You ground yourself down slowly against his bulge, feeling your arousal pool in your panties as you could feel him growing and hardening beneath you.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you,” he murmured as he slid one hand past your waistband, gently caressing your ass and giving it a squeeze. You giggled and moved away from him briefly to tug your shirt off, returning to kissing him an instant later.

“When I first saw you I put my finger up your butt,” you giggled, making him roll his eyes as he popped one of your breasts out of your bra, finding your nipple with his lips.

“Not bein’ kinky with you right now, love. It’s gonna be good and proper the first time I make you cum,” he growled, biting your breast and leaving a light mark.

You tugged at his shirt and he obliged you, tugging it off and throwing it aside. At the same time, you unhooked your bra, freeing your other breast and making Simon groan as he buried his face in them, biting and kissing and licking.

You gasped, a moan falling from your lips as he shifted up for better access to you, his erection settling perfectly between your legs and sending shivers of pleasure through your body as it brushed against your clothed clit.

“You like that, pretty girl?” he asked teasingly, leaning up and kissing you as you ground your hips down against him more rapidly.

Your soft noises must have done something to him because he flipped you onto your back, tugging your shorts and panties down in one go and kissing your inner thighs.

“You’re a tease!” you gasped as he ghosted over your entrance, leaning over to press more kisses to your inner thigh. He chuckled, looking deep into your eyes as he finally found your core, dragging his tongue up through your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit.

You gasped and your head fell back, your hips shaking in pleasure as Simon’s tongue plunged into your core. He groaned, the noise sending vibrations through your body and making you shiver in pleasure.

You could feel your orgasm building as he devoured you like a man starved, holding your thighs to his ears.

“Simon!” you gasped, your back arching as you squeezed your thighs tighter around his head. This only made him thrust his tongue deeper into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending jolts of pleasure through your core.

Simon grunted, grinding his hips desperately against the bed as he devoured you, his eyes fluttering back open as he held your gaze. You felt the tightness in your stomach snap and you came with a cry, shuddering, your hips jerking involuntarily.

Simon’s rolled-up mask was drenched in your slick now and some rubbed off on your cheek as he leaned up and kissed you, pushing his lips onto yours aggressively. You could taste your sweetness on him and moaned into the kiss as he pulled your hips against his and aligned the tip of his freed, throbbing cock against your entrance.

“Please, love, let me fuck you,” he growled. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he ground his cock in between your folds desperately, cradling you in his arms and pushing his lips back against yours.

“Please!” you gasped, arching your back into his touches. He took hold of your hip in one hand and grabbed your breast with the other as he pushed in slowly, his head falling back from pleasure as your walls tightened around him.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he groaned as he inched his way in, unable to resist pulling out as far as he could before thrusting all the way in so that he was buried deep inside of you.

“You’re so - so big,” you gasped, feeling heat rush to your face as a sudden shyness overtook you. You tried to cover your face with your arm but he pulled it away gently as he started thrusting ever so slowly.

“No hiding, pretty girl. Need to see that face, need to see how good I’m treatin’ ya,” he cooed, caressing your cheek and leaning down to kiss you again. His thrusts picked up speed until he set a comfortable pace, drawing moans and whimpers from your lips and grunts and gasps from his.

He pulled away to admire you as you felt your climax building. There was tenderness, even love in the eyes that raked over your body as your breasts bounced and your back arched, your mouth falling open as he found the sensitive spot inside of you.

“Fuck, Simon, you’re so good!” you cried, reaching down to rub your clit as your eyes fluttered shut. He pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own, gently intertwining your fingers with his and resting his forehead on yours.

“Cum around my cock, love,” he purred, nipping gently at your neck as he angled his thrusts to brush directly over the sensitive spot. With a cry you came for the second time, clenching around him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

Simon could resist no longer and came just after you, groaning and burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered and his thrusts faltered. He buried himself as deep inside of you as he could and came, filling you so full that seed dripped out around his cock and onto the bed.

“Fuck, love, you’re all mine now,” he moaned, his lips crashing down against yours as you both panted.

You caught your breath together slowly. Simon eventually fetched a towel and gently cleaned the both of you. He turned the lights off before he returned to bed and when he leaned in to kiss you, you could no longer feel the balaclava that had covered his face since you’d met him.

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You woke up the next morning tangled together in the sheets, light streaming in through the window. Simon was already awake and had put the mask back on, cradling you in his arms and stroking your hair with gentle fingers. He slowed when he saw you wake, untangling his hand from your hair and wrapping both arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“Good morning,” you said groggily, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you snuggled into his chest, kissing over where his heart was. He hummed but said nothing, only gently rubbed your back and massaged your shoulders.

“Boys’re back today,” he said after a moment.

“Should have been doing that all week,” you groaned. He snorted and kissed the top of your head, giving you a little pat on the ass.

“Got the whole future, love,” he said softly. You smiled.

“So you meant it? I’m all yours now?” you asked teasingly, looking up at him with a cheeky smile. He grunted and pulled you closer.

“You’ve been mine for longer than you know.”

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Goodnight everyone I’ll be dreaming of this man

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"This is long sorry" ???? "Intersted in kidnapper!König?" ?!?!?!? Please ur feeding us so good 😩 thank you for ur service 🙏

You guys are all so sweet, I'm more than delighted to post writing for anyone who will read it!! thank you for indulging my stream of thoughts typed out lol

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The King With No Name

9. Come Together

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Summary: König - the king of Caldera - has been called upon by your father to choose a bride from his daughters in order to establish an alliance to keep peace over the lands they rule. When he arrives, he is enraptured by you, your father’s eldest child - an unconventional woman by all standards. He pursues your hand in marriage, doing his best to make you fall in love with him like he has fallen in love with you - much to your dismay Author's Notes: I'm a little sad to say that I think this is the end of this fic! I like to think that I've wrapped everything up quite nicely and written an ending I'm happy with. I'd be happy to elaborate on anything if you guys would like, don't be afraid to ask!! It has been more than a pleasure writing this and as my second ever fic, I'm delighted to find that people like what I'm writing and got invested in the story. It has been more than a treat to hear your kind words. If anyone has ideas for another fic they'd like to see, don't be afraid to send them to me! Warnings: Arranged marriage, smut, death, violence, magic/charms/love spell, fluff

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After the sun finished its journey across the sky and dipped into the ocean, you headed for the entrance to the catacombs with Koing by your side. Before you could crawl inside he pulled you close and lifted his mask, kissing you gently under the moonlight. You held tightly to him until he let go, gently patting you on the rear and holding aside the vines that covered the entrance.

“Be safe, mein maus. Should you encounter any trouble, you need only shout and I will come to your side,” he promised, holding your bow as you got on all fours and crawled through the gap in the rocks. Once you were inside, you blew him a kiss and he handed you your bow. The vines fell back into place and you lit your torch, heading deep into the great hill the castle sat upon.

You’d traversed these passageways countless times when you were a child and the dust and cobwebs that coated every surface reassured your belief that you were the only ones who knew about this section of the castle.

The catacombs were the remains of an earlier castle that yours was built upon, and their hallways intersected with a natural cave system that had served your ancestors well. Several of them were buried down here, and you did your best not to disturb them as you climbed through collapsed walls to reach the entrance to the sewer system.

The sewers took you throughout the castle and you did your best to stay out of sight as you scurried toward the dungeon.

The room was quiet. Peering up through a grate you noted that there were fewer guards on watch than there typically were. Many of the initial cells were full of your father’s men - no doubt those who had spoken out against Ferdinand when he seized power.

You crept further under the cells, poking your head up under grates to examine who was in each. At the last one, a more private cell with a solid wooden door, your breath hitched in your throat.

“Sadie! Lydia! Henry!” you whispered, gripping the bars that went over the floor grate and pushing your face up as far as you could into the room. Lydia gasped and was startled from where she lay sleeping on a cot, racing to your side and taking your hand. Henry looked up from where he was lying, smiling weakly at you and raising a bloody, bandaged hand in greeting.

“What are you doing here? Have you come to help?” she whispered. This caught Sadie’s attention and she too raced over. When she caught sight of you, tears started to flow freely down her cheeks.

“I have. Are you alright?” you asked, watching as Henry struggled to sit.

“It’s Ferdinand. After you were gone, he went mad. He challenged father for the throne and father couldn’t refuse. He locked all of us up and when Henry tried to stop him, he nearly killed him,” Sadie said, sniffling as tears dripped down her cheeks. There was a heavy knock at the door then and Sadie and Lydia bolted up. You sank back into the darkness of the sewers, doing your best to hide yourself as the door swung open.

“Oh, Marcus, you scared us!” Sadie exclaimed, rising to her feet and throwing herself into the arms of the guard as he entered and shut the door. Lydia looked down at you and gestured for you to come back.

“It’s okay, Marcus is on our side,” she whispered. As you approached the grate again, the guard’s eyes widened.

“You’re here! Does that mean–”

“Shh! I’m here to help. Marcus, do you have keys to the cells here?” you asked. When he nodded, you grinned and undid the latch to the grate that led to the sewers, popping it open and climbing up into the room.

“Great. Unlock them all, I’ll need all of the loyal men I can muster.”

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Not long later, you stood at the main door to the dungeon, facing the newly-rearmed men who’d sworn themselves to you and your cause. Sadie had volunteered to wait in the cell to watch over the injured Henry, and Marcus had refused to leave her side so that he could defend her if the need arose. Lydia stood at your side, borrowed bow in hand.

“If what you all have said is still true, my mother and father are likely being kept in their bedroom on the upper floor. I’ll go looking for Ferdinand. If I encounter any trouble, I’ll yell - that’s the signal for all of you to come out of hiding and start fighting. My husband is waiting outside the walls with reinforcements should we need them. For now, get into position and wait,” you urged, quietly opening the double doors to the dungeon and leading the war party upstairs and into the servant’s hallways.

They were deserted - all of the servants had received a warning from a messenger to hunker down and prepare to defend themselves should the need arise. You broke off from your group and slipped across the main corridor and toward the great hall where the throne room was.

When you entered, Ferdinand sat alone. When his eyes fell upon you he stood up quickly and came towards you, his arms out.

“Oh, my love, I thought that brute had killed you, but you have returned to me!” he said excitedly. You dodged his hug and drew your sword, brandishing it at him.

“Challenged an infirm man to a fight? Nearly killed your best friend and left him to rot? Imprisoned my sisters and countless good men to cells? Started wars and invaded my lands? And yet you dare call me your love? Who in the hell do you think you are?” you snarled. He stepped back in surprise, raising his hands.

“Only for you, my dear. When I kill that beast who stole you from me you’ll become mine, and we can live happily. You can forget him now, return to where you belong - by my side!” he exclaimed.

“I was wrong about König. He’s fair, he’s gentle, and he loves me. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, unlike you. So I guess I was wrong about you too,” you spat, taking a step forward, the blade inches away from Ferdinand’s chest.

“You…don’t love me?” he asked, his brow furrowing as his hands lowered.

“You hurt my family and you put my people in danger, you’re insane!” you shrieked.

“It…didn’t work,” Ferdinand breathed, his face hardening. He lunged, but instead of grabbing you, grabbed the charm tied to the quiver of arrows at your side - the hunting charm he’d given you the day you had met König. In the process, he knocked your bow off of your hip and it fell to the ground, cracking into pieces.

“How could it not have worked?” he snarled, holding the little silver thing up to the light and beginning to pace.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” you snapped, utterly confused but still just as angry, unable to mourn the loss of your beloved bow as you stayed focused on him.

“The love charm! This was supposed to make you love me unconditionally!” he shouted, throwing the charm to the ground.

“True love! Pure love! It was supposed to make us come together!” he shrieked, kicking the thing away. Your face paled.

“You tried to curse me. Tried to use magic to make me love you. You didn’t change at all, no. You were insane from the start,” you said incredulously, your heart starting to race faster.

Ferdinand lunged for you but you were ready. You reached out your sword and he fell upon it, impaling himself clear through the gut and falling to the ground. You stood over him as he choked and gasped for air, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Why couldn’t you love me?” he gurgled, a tear slipping down his cheek. You put your boot on his chest and yanked your sword out.

“You didn’t trust me to realize that I did on my own.”

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König stepped from the darkness once Ferdinand drew his last breath, walking over to the charm that had fallen to the ground and picking it up gingerly. He examined it for a moment as you watched him, nervous.

“Such a little thing, just like you, maus,” he said quietly. You sighed and sat down on one of the steps that led to the raised platform the throne was on, burying your head in your arms and starting to sob.

König noticed in an instant and came over, embracing you and holding your head to his chest gently.

“Oh, maus, why are you crying? It is okay, the conflict is over. We are safe,” he said softly, gently stroking your hair.

“The charm did work, König. On us,” you wailed, sobbing and clutching tightly to him as you cried. König pulled away gently and taking the charm in both of his hands, broke it into pieces. You gasped as he tossed them away, pulled up his hood, and kissed you.

“I need no magic to love you, maus.”

“König?”

“What is it, maus?”

“I love you too, König.”

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Several Weeks Later

You practically fell into your bedroom after König, laughing as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead. A beautiful new golden crown was perched on your head, and he gently removed it and set it on the dresser before he lifted you and tossed you onto the bed.

“My Königin, you look so beautiful in that dress, but I think that I would like to take it off of you,” he said, smiling as he crawled on top of you and pulled his hood off. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him as he kissed your neck.

“Oh, are you planning to conquer the new queen already? How shall I defend myself?” you gasped, pretending to swoon which sent you both into fits of laughter.

“I was planning on more of a ravishing. You seemed to appreciate the things I did to you in the river the other night,” he teased, tugging at your bodice and trying to free your breasts.

“You’re a beast,” you giggled, pushing him away and sitting up to untie your dress in the back, fumbling with the strings.

“You like me like that,” König murmured, nibbling on your ear as he helped you undo the ties, peeling the dress off of you once it was loosened.

“God, yes,” you gasped as his mouth found your nipple and his hands worked at his shirt. You fumbled with his belt, pulling his cock free and pumping it, making him groan and try to get out of his clothes even faster.

Once you were both undressed, König pushed you back further onto the bed and climbed up after you, his lips meeting yours as you crawled into his lap and pushed him down. You straddled him, continuing to pump his cock as he moaned into the kiss.

He took hold of your hips and turned you around without any effort, dragging you backward and only stopping once he had you sitting on his face. You moaned as he pushed his tongue inside of you, his bottom lip catching on your clit and making you shiver with pleasure.

You leaned down and took his cock into your mouth, moaning around it before sinking your head and sucking. He moaned and the vibrations sent shockwaves through your body, sending heat to your cheeks as you licked the tip of his cock teasingly.

König grunted as he lapped at your clit, slowly pushing two fingers into you and pumping them in and out at the rapid pace he knew you loved. You felt your stomach tightening already and you moaned around his cock, using your fist to pump the length that you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

“Oh, my love,” he gasped, his hips bucking up to meet the warmth of your mouth and you pushed down further, trying to take as much of him in as you could. He added a third finger and you practically screamed as pleasure coursed through your body and you came, spasming, your eyes rolling back into your head.

König eagerly lapped up your cum, his nose, lips, and chin glistening as you looked back at him with wide eyes.

“Please, love, I need your cock,” you whimpered. König somehow seemed to grow even harder at your words and he picked you up, manhandling you underneath him and entering you with one swift thrust.

You moaned in tandem, both of your heads falling back as he set a rapid pace. You dug your nails into his back in the way he loved so much and he hissed, his hips slapping harder against yours. The bed shook and the headboard slammed against the wall and you smacked his ass, laughing as he growled and went red and leaned down to bite your breast, leaving a trail of marks up to your neck in retaliation.

“Fuck, maus, you’re so tight,” he groaned, reaching down and teasing at your clit with his index finger. You moaned, your back arching involuntarily as you bucked your hips against him.

“I love you!” you cried, your eyes fluttering shut as you came again without warning, clenching tightly around him and making him groan.

König kept fucking you as you came, his thrusts growing sloppy and erratic as he listened to the sweet little noises he was pulling from you and felt you tighten around him.

“I love - love you too!” he exclaimed, slamming his hips into yours and shuddering as he filled you, a mixture of your arousal and his cum dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets.

You pulled him down and kissed him as he pulled out of you and then laid there, catching your breath together. Eventually, König got up and fetched a damp cloth from the bathroom, cooing over you as he cleaned you both, pressing kisses all over your face and stroking your hair. As he was about to settle back down beside you, something struck him.

“Ah, maus, I nearly forgot. I have a gift for your coronation,” he said, tugging his boxers back on and heading for his wardrobe. You were in the process of putting your panties back on and looked up, surprised.

“Oh, Köni, you didn’t have to get me anything. The joining of our kingdoms today was enough,” you said with a smile, sitting back down on the bed as he brought a long box over to you. As the lid fell open, your jaw dropped.

“If you will let me, I will bring you gifts for as long as I live,” he said proudly.

In the box sat your once broken bow, masterfully repaired and adorned with beautiful vine carvings.

“Oh, my love, this is…exquisite,” you gasped, reaching out and gingerly picking up the bow, feeling the familiar weight in your hands.

“You were missing it at your side. I never want you to miss anything again,” he said, sitting beside you and wrapping his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. You set the bow back down carefully and kissed him gently, the crackling of the fire and the gentle rain outside serving as the soundtrack for your love.

As you fell back into bed with König and fell asleep in his arms, you knew you’d be happy for the rest of your life.

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