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randomshitwhore · 1 year

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Negative Ghost(rider)

word count:1.5k

pairing: ghost x reader

summary: Ghost, Soap, and yourself are on a mission, your first one with them. Your anxiety is at an all-time high, so you start cracking jokes to calm your nerves, one of which, Ghost appreciates...

AN: italics are past, normal is present. enjoy babes :)

You never imagined you’d be in this situation. The thought never crossed your mind. You figured by the time you were 22, you would be out of college, working your dream job, and starting a family.

That reality became a dream, a long-lost one.

You figured you would die in a broken and dirty apartment complex with three other girls, just waiting to be auctioned off. You figured you would starve to death and sometimes you even prayed to god just for the man holding you hostage to just put you out of your misery. You were hopeless, utterly hopeless.

Until they came.

John “Soap” MacTavish and Simon “Ghost” Riley. Sent on a mission to save you from a hostage situation. You were the sole survivor out of the girls.

Now at 24, you were working as a soldier, alongside them being sent out on your first mission.

“Eclipse, you ready?” Soap asked as you three walked toward the chopper, about to head into the night. Eclipse, your callsign. You’d earned that through the first thing that left your lips after those two saved you.

“Are you alright? Are you injured?” the man with the mask asked you. You stared deep into his eyes, his deep dark brown eyes. You opened your mouth to answer his but no words came out. “Jesus, Simon I think you left her speechless” the other one laughed, startling you enough to shoot your head toward him. “You’re alright, you’re safe. I’m John, but my buddies call me Soap, and that’s Simon, we call him Ghost”

You turned your head back to the man with the mask, holding you close to him. “Are you injured?”Ghost repeated. You shook your head slowly no, still too scared to speak. “So, you got a name that goes with that pretty face?”Soap asked, meeting your eyes. “Eclipse” you whispered.

“Eclipse? That’s your name?” He asked. You shook your head no and pointed behind him. ”It’s a solar eclipse…it looks so beautiful.” You said, with tears welling in your eyes. “Yes, it is…Been a while since you’ve been outside huh?”He asked quietly. “Yes..” You answered quietly. “What’s your name, love?”He repeated, hoping for an actual answer this time.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

“Ask ready as I can be Soap” You yelled back as you got closer to the chopper. “What’s our objective?

“Get a flash drive containing information about the missiles Hassan is moving” Ghost yelled. “If we catch him, added bonus?”You asked, resulting in a blank stare from him. You raised your eyebrows with a small smile on your face, letting him release a little chuckle. “I suppose...Ready?”

You let your smile grow a little wider. “Affirmative”

“Goddamn, it’s fucking cold out here” “Eclipse, shut the fuck up” Ghost’s voice came in harshly through your earpiece. You were on the side of a building, having found the floor the flash drive was on and waiting for Soap and/or Ghost to bust a window to let you in. “Well hurry your asses up and I’ll comply.” You harshly returned back. “Ghost, cut the woman some slack, she is over 400ft in the air, and we’re not exactly moving at the fastest pace” Soap’s gruff voice came into the earpiece. “Exactly, goddamn Si, be nice,” You said. You let out a slow breath, trying to calm your nerves. “Why was the strawberry crying?” You asked. "Sorry?" “Eclipse, not now,” Soup and Ghost said. “Please, I’m freaking the fuck out, can you guys just do this for me so I don’t have a panic attack.”You breathed into your radio, shakingly. “Alright, why?”Soap asked. You sighed relieved. “Because she was in a jam”

“Not bad…Why don’t shrimp share?”Soap said. A smile peeked at the corner of your lips. “Why?”You asked. “Because they’re shellfish” He answered. You giggled into your radio. “Liked that one, did you?” Ghost asked, his tone obviously slightly annoyed. “Yes, I did. Your turn Riley” You answered. “What has two legs and bleeds?”Ghost asked. “I don’t like where this is going, but what?”You asked, tapping your foot against the window. “Half a dog” he answers coldly. “That’s horrible Lt..”Soap chuckled through the radio. “Please tell me you didn’t kill a dog just now” You whined through the radio. “Negative, but I just passed one, German Shepard in case you cared” He answered. You breathed out shakingly again, the snow nipping at your cheeks. You felt a vibration against the window causing you to raise your gun only to be met with Ghost’s face between your boots. “Fuck Ghost” You sighed into your radio. “You warm out there?”He teased as he began cutting through the glass.

“Negative Ghost rider, I’m freezing my tits off out here” You replied only to be met with a deep laugh coming through the radio. “What? What’s funny?” Soap asked, reaching the floor a little after Simon finished cutting the window. “Ghostrider, that’s a new one” Ghost replied, helping you into the window. “Had that one in the back of my head for a while just never had a chance to use it” You said, moving far away from the window. “You boys do know it’s rude to make a lady wait almost forty-five minutes in the freezing cold, yes?”You teased, closing your eyes and blowing hot air to defrost your fingers.

“Y/N.”

You opened your eyes to see Ghost holding one of his jackets out to you. You hastily took it from him and slipped it on over your shoulder and up and over your arms while walking behind them. You looked tiny compared to the size of the jacket, it just slightly hung under your wrists. You could still smell the tobacco and whiskey coming off of it.

While Soap was upfront ahead of you and Simon radioing to Shepard, you listened to Simon repeatedly whisper ghost rider. Over and over and over again. He must have said it at least a hundred times before you interrupted him. “You really liked me saying that, didn’t you?”

“Affirmative, I did” He replied. “Affirmative,” you said under your breath, slightly laughing to yourself. That’s one of the little things about Ghost that always made you laugh, no matter what; he refused to just say yes or no, always using a military way of answering.

“Must you always use a formal way of saying yes or no Ghost?”You said leaning up against a wall. “Affirmative” He replied back, making you crack a smile and roll your eyes at him. Even though all you could see was his eyes; you could tell he had a shit-eating grin spread across his face. “It’s stupid” You chuckled. “You like it though, no?”He said, already knowing your answer. You bit your lip and turned your head to the door Soap had entered through. “You ever gonna take that thing off?” you questioned, changing the subject. “You’ve seen me without it on before, Y/N.” He said, letting his eyes lock onto yours. “Ya, when we first met two years ago,” You said, feeling your cheeks warm up.

Your eyes shot open when you heard the creaking of your door open to find the masked man staring at you, watching him as he rested his gun against the wall. “Nurses say you’ve been having night terrors. How are they tonight?”

“B-Better” You answered sitting up straight in your bed, him crouching down to meet your eyes. “You’re scary with that thing on, you know?”You said, pulling your legs closer to your chest. You watched him close his eyes and hold them there for a few seconds. “That’s the point Y/N” He sighed. “I know its just…”You started but bit your tongue. “Just what?”

“I wanna see your face”

You watched as he closed his eyes again, probably contemplating if he should just leave you alone with your nightmares. He didn’t. You watched as his tattooed arm wrapped around the back of the mask and pulled it forward toward you, dropping it carefully into your hands. You felt your jaw slightly drop as you took in all his features…

Short dirty blond hair, those deep brown eyes; holding so many secrets that you’ll probably never know, plump lips, and his chin; covered with stubble and a few scars.

“Better?”He asked. You cracked a smile, with him returning the favor. “Perfect…”

“All I remember from that night is your eyes not leaving my lips” He chuckled, tapping his boot against the floor. “Not every day you see a man with nice lips, took them in while I could,” You said, looking at the ground. “Lord knows the next time I would see your face”

“We find this file and I’ll let you take it off this time,” He said quickly, not wanting to repeat himself. You felt your eyebrows shoot up within a millisecond “Really? You’re not bullshitting me on this?” “Yes..”

“Ghost..I-” You started until you heard a long bang and a crash ring out from the door Soap had entered through.

“ECLIPSE! GHOST!”

You and Ghost ran straight into the room ahead of both of you, just to find Soap with his boot pressed against a man’s skull, and the barrel of his gun pressed against the man’s head.

Hassans Head. and the flash drive inches away from your boots.

You bent down to pick it up and turned to face Ghost.

“Bonus points?”You said, with a shit-eating grin.

“Bonus points.”He laughed.

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babydarkstar · 5 months

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so many griddlehark doomers on this website. smh my head…….theyre doomed by fate AND the narrative to be intrinsically intertwined no matter what. i cannot conceive of a finished locked tomb series where theyre not lying dead in each other’s arms or existing together in some fugue state of unbeing. not even death can separate the lesbians that scratch each other bloody and then cry in each other’s arms. they have been fated to orbit one another literally since their conception. one flesh one end, bitch.

#also harrow literally lobotomized to forget gideon and she still couldnt in the end #anyways i often think abt the whole #‘i gave you my whole life and you didnt even want it’#and the thing is like. yeah gideon. she didnt want it because she never wanted to lose YOU who was attached to it #you who she just bonded with. has had a very tumultuous girlbestfriend situationship with #when i think abt how young they are i fucking scream #this is why i hate john gaius. insane man. kill him to death alecto #tlt #griddlehark #tlt spoilers #anyways. thinking about the saddest girl in the whole world tonight :(#this is a john gaius HATE account all my homies HATE john gaius #anyways. why is everybody so so scared that theyre going to have a terrible endgame #baby theyve already been falling through a terrible endgame thru the duration of their entire existence #i will say. if harrowhark ends up with anybody else i’ll have to off myself #i support womens wrongs but ianthe can go be wrong somewhere far away from harrow #im about to go through the entire series again so i can screenshot and prove why im right about this #theres a narrative thread to follow #and never once have i been afraid of them not finding their way back to each other #the thing is like. above everything. these girls exist to orbit each other #gideon thinking harrow is her past when harrow has always been her present and her future #harrow thinking gideon’s death will be her undoing #because to harrow. gideon is unable to die. she WOULDNT die for so long #and when she found something to die for. she went to it with her whole being #but heres the thing. one flesh one end is more than just becoming one body and dying one death #idk im incoherent i need to talk abt this in a post instead of tags #i will. soon

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natelia-aldelliz · 1 year

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Price : ... Nik?

Nik : No.

Price : Listen, if... if I don't...

Nik : Don't even. Evac is gonna be any minute now. You'll tell me later.

Price : ...ok. But you'll have to tell me what "zolawtsye" means.

Nik : *snorts*

Price : Oi, don't laugh at my accent, I'm literally dying.

Nik : You'll be fine, I'm here, I'll keep you alive.

(google told me it means 'golden one' or 'precious' btw)

#cod mw2 #captain john price #cod nikolai #nikprice #i've seen prikolai too someone tell me what i should tag pls i'll just tag both in the meantime #price is gonna be fine btw #his sergeants are gonna burst in any minute now worried out of their heads and he's gonna be rushed in a medbay #and then he's gonna have some 'vacation' while he heals #nik was trying his best to stay calm and smiling but he was really worrying because the blood didn't slow down #even as he put pressure on it and price was getting more and more delirious #nik sees price as his sun and himself as the moon because everyone orbits price and his own work is more in the shadows #he doesn't know that price thinks the exact opposite because nik brings him warmth and comfort and he feels he's darker inside #they're not together yet here but they're both secretely in love with each other

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lydiaas · 1 year

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JOHN B ROUTLEDGE & SARAH CAMERON in S03E07 HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

#the way this deepens the jarahb lore though #like them orbiting each other pre-season 1 #star crossed #i do love it cannot lie #john b routledge #sarah cameron #johnbroutledgeedit #sarahcameronedit #jarah #john b x sarah #jarahedit #outer banks #obx #obxedit #s3 #obx: 307 #me dropping a jara gifset #who am I/

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queer-book-character-tournament · 1 year

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#Kiem Tegnar #Winter's Orbit #everina maxwell #Rosethorn #Circle of Magic #Street Magic #Will of the Empress #Melting Stones #tamora pierce #Tara Jones #Heartstopper #alice oseman #Seán MacIntyre #The Heart's Invisible Furies #John Boyne #polls #lgbt books

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nucifraga · 2 months

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MRIs involving the eyes are terrifying because like- what is this. you're telling me this is human?? it's not some sleep paralysis demon that's going to stare into my soul and suck it out through a straw??

no wonder the eye is the basis for so much horror media.

#tma #tmagp #malevolent #how the fuck is john possessing JUST arthur's eyes #ik the answer is 'spooky shit' but like #look at them orbital cones #do you think the brain activity would show up weirdly abnormally an fmri if they took one of those while arthur was in a coma (either time)#no spoilers actually please im on ep 17

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alice-dyers-spouse · 29 days

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*eyes my list of favourite podcast characters with a vague sense of unease, a list which includes, but is not exclusive to, Elias Bouchard (tma), Wallace Larson (malevolent), John Cameron (the orbiting human circus)* So I may have a favourite character "type" and I'm not sure I like it

#i can't defend myself #i won't try #but let me just say #they are just guys #my meow meows #i want them dead but they are also very special to me okay #tma #the magnus archives #elias bouchard #wallace larson #malevolent #john cameron #the orbiting human circus

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talentforlying · 3 months

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john and his niece going for a walk, arm-in-arm, so gemma can confide in him about her ghost problem without worrying her mum......i'm severely unwell about them.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS.#unfortunately mike carey kinda popped off about the two of them growing apart + gemma trying to follow his footsteps alone #gemma had so much to deal with at home and john provided a picture of stability and self-government that he simply does not really possess #and therefore by extension? so did the world of the occult #her descent into resentment + rebellion + risky behavior was fully in character for a troubled teen in an unhappy home #and it SUCKS bc the breakdown of their relationship was all due to john wanting SO BADLY to be a good influence on her + be there for her #and succeeding in the most monkey paw of ways #gemma never ONCE saw the cracks in the mask until she got close enough to his orbit to see him fail her in the WORST way #and that is a FUCKING tragedy #and we do NOT speak of the bullshit peter milligan pulled in his run because FUCK. THAT. NOISE.#in my canon they tentatively reconciled after the empathy virus. gemma's making her way through university #(see: studying part-time and still pursuing the occult on the side. but doing so Much more cautiously)#(no longer trying to be a Constantine TM but just trying to help out friends here and there)#and they meet once a year on december 2nd to honor cheryl's memory and catch up #( gemma masters. ) THAT'S MY NIECE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!#( visage. ) AND I'M A BASTARD.#sched.

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christiangeistdorfer · 1 month

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eurosport commentators BEN EDWARDS & JOHN WATSON getting very excited about GERHARD BERGER's drift during qualifying for the 1995 MONACO GRAND PRIX

#i love this video so much. it's just so funny!!!!!!!!!!!!#john's ABSOLUUUUUUUTELY MAGNIFICENT ! is what sends me into orbit

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downtherabbitholewithlucy · 1 year

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POV you're at a costume shop with Limp Bizkit

#The two-person horse on John and Lethal & the tight jaguar suit on Sam are my favorites #Fitting that Sam put on a Jaguar costume. DUUUVAL!!!!!!! iykyk😉#And can Wes' 'lil caveman outfit get any shorter. LIKE DAYUM BBY GIRL LOOKIN' SEXY #I just love that Fred is living his best life just watching his bandmates act a fool #Limp Bizkit #nu-metal #Fred Drust #John Otto #DJ Lethal #Sam Rivers #Wes Borland #Music Video: My Way (William Orbit Remix)#down the rabbit hole

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randomshitwhore · 1 year

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Affirmative Ghost(rider)

word count:2.5k

pairing: ghost x f!reader

summary: ghost made a promise to you on your mission to retrieve a flash drive, and he intends to keep it...

warnings: contains smut(its very bad so my apologizes),[unprotected sex, ghost being slightly dominate and a bottom for my own personal enjoyment LMAO, fingering]

AN: thank you all so much for all the love on Negative Ghost(rider), you guys have made it the most popular post on my page ever, possibly the top post on any of the ghost/Simon Riley hashtags! words can't express how much it truly means to me that you all enjoyed it! so please enjoy part two, Affirmative Ghost(rider). :)

Your mission was a success. You had successfully retrieved the flash drive and caught Hassan in the process. You boarded back onto the chopper with Soap and Ghost, greeted and congratulated by your superiors. You opened the flash drive and looked over the files with Ghost, him hovering just over your shoulder.

“You gonna stick to your word and keep your promise?”You asked, your voice just barely above a whisper. “You seriously asking that question now Eclipse?”Ghost countered, letting his eye burn into the side of your head. “Yes, now answer my question Lieutenant.” You said, skim-reading the files. “I told you, yes. Now copy those files and update me or Soap when you are finished, understood private?”He whisper-ordered, so as not to attract the attention of his and your superiors.

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

You walked off the airspace and into the base, praised by Price for your bravery and attitude on your first mission, which you knew was total bullshit on your end. You were scared shitless, trying not to cry, and constantly complained about the amount of time you hung off the side of the building; but he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you, sir” You smiled warmly, shaking his hand with a firm grip. He returned a warm smile to you. “I hope the gentlemen behind you are treating you well?”Price asked shooting a look to Soap and Ghost, standing behind you at a rest position. “Yes sir. They treat me wonderfully.” You answered, shooting a caring look at both of them. It was true. Those two treated you like gold; always helping you when you asked. It had been that way since you had first started training with them privately; a personal request from Ghost, but that was something you didn’t know.

“Ghost, I feel like I’m not doing this right..”You said, a gun butt placed in between your ribs and armpit. “That’s because you’re not holding it right Y/N,” Simon said, walking over to you and readjusting it to its correct position; the stock to your cheek first and then back to your shoulder. “You hold it like you just did, your ass would be on the ground” Soap laughed, monitoring a short distance away. Ghost took his boot and gently swept your feet apart to fix your stance. “Dont hold it too tight, and not too loose and when you feel ready, pull the trigger, got it?”Simon asked, his masked face just barely brushing against yours.

“Yes, sir” You answered, tightening your grip slighting. “She just call you sir Simon?”Soap asked, rocking back onto his heels and off the fence he was resting on. “Yes, Johnny now zip-” He started but was interrupted by the blast from your gun firing onto the target; just barely outside the first circle near the bullseye.

“Oh my god, I hit it! Ugh, I was so close to the bullseye too!”You said, setting the gun down and turning around to them with a huge smile on your face. “Goddamn, nice shot Y/N!”John said, honestly amazed at your shooting skills. “Did I do good, Simon?”You asked, your smile still plastered onto your face. “Affirmative was a very good shot” He answered. “What does that word mean? Affirmative?”You asked, looking at Soap. “Just his way of saying yes Y/N, he doesn’t act like a normal human being and just says yes or no. It’s Negative or Affirmative, nothing else” Soap answered, just laughing and shaking his head. You let out an amused noise, looking back at Ghost. Although you couldn’t see it, he slowly spread a smile across his face.

You talked with Price a little longer after he released Soap and Ghost back to their barracks about the rest of the mission; going over and encoding files before he sent you off to your barrick. You walked quietly across the base to your barrack until your phone buzzed in your pocket.

New Message from Lt. Ghost

You slid your phone open and tapped on the message.

My barrack hall. 10 minutes.

You clicked your phone off and turned on your heel to Simons’s barrick. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest. Sure, you had seen his face before. You both knew that your relationship was evolving, and you both knew that your relationship was on the border of being unprofessional, at least it would be if you were caught. You reached his barrick around the eight-minute mark and slowly turned the knob. You walked down a long hallway and stopped right in front of his room. You knocked softly on the door to be met with his voice.

“It’s open”

You turned the knob and entered the room. You pressed the door shut with your back, your hand still wrapped around the door knob. You looked up to see him in his black camo army pants, a form-fitting black muscle shirt, and of course; his mask. You could see his skin through the eye holes of his mask, none of his black eyeshadow was present.

“Hi” You whispered, as he walked to you closing the space in between you. “Hello” He returned, now practically pinning you into a corner against the door. He reached his hand just past your waist to push the lock into place. “We dont want any interruptions, now do we?”

You sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth and shook your head no. You watched as his fingers wrapped around the bottom of his mask. “Hey, you promised me..”You pouted. He held his hands up in the air and placed them behind his back. “Apologizes. Please, continue.”He said. You gently smiled as your fingers lifted his mask to show his plump lips; curved into a small smile.

You gently traced the outline of his lips, slowly taking in his features. “What’s your next course of action, private?” He asked, his hands still in place behind his back. You pulled him closer to you, your lips just barely touching. “Permission to engage, Lieutenant?”You purred, making direct eye contact with him. You felt his smile grow wider against your lips. “Permission granted,” He answered. You pressed your lips against him, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. You felt him shift and felt his hands fall onto your waist, grinding his hips into yours.

This was the most beautiful thing about your relationship; nobody knew it had been going on for over a year and a half, you were honestly still shocked no one thought to ask questions, but you honestly were happy they didn’t. You and Him were able to give looks that only you two knew, and say something only you could understand. He loved that he wasn’t being pressed by questions about what you were going to do when you and he went out together; just saying you were going over plans for the next mission. You both could relax, knowing you were safe in each other presence.

You took your hand wrapped around his neck and removed the rest of his mask, tossing somewhere across the room. You shifted your weight, leading him to his bed; pushing him down. He looked up at you, his eyes dark; filled with lust. You placed yourself on top of him, pressing your lips to the line of his jaw. His hand slipped up the back of your shirt, rubbing his rough hands up your back. You trailed your lips down to his neck, leaving love marks along the way. Lucky thing he has a mask, imagine trying to explain those to your superiors.

“Y/N..” He said, letting a small low-pitched whine out of his mouth. You reached the base of his neck, forcing him gently down onto the bed. “Simon..”You teased, edging him on. “You look so beautiful from this angle,” He said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You flashed him a smile that was quickly replaced by your eyes shooting wide open, him flipping you over; putting him on top.

“But you look even better from this one” He whispered, his lips grazing the bottom of your ear; sending a chill down your spine. He placed his lips on your neck, leaving as many marks as he could; he didn’t leave them too deep. He’s a gentleman after all.

You pushed your hips up and into his, wanting to get even the littlest amount of friction. His lips molded into a smile on your neck, letting his hand trail down your side and to your cargo pants. His hand took two quick pinches to unbutton them and slip his hand down. “Permission to engage?”He teased, using your line from earlier. You let out a small laugh.

“Affirmative ghost rider, permission to engage,” You said, taunting with your line from earlier in the night. He let out a laugh into your ear. “You’re never going to let me hear the end of that, are you?”He said, his free hand brushing against your ribs. “Negati-Oh” You started but were interrupted by his digits slipping into your pussy.

You bit your lip to keep a moan from coming out, pressing your hand over your mouth as an extra precaution. You could feel his fingers moving in and out of you as you fought to not let him hear how much you were enjoying it. You felt his hand wrap around your wrist and pull it away from your mouth, letting a small moan escape your lips. “Doesn’t that feel better, darling?” He said, planting a kiss against your lips. You could feel your stomach tighten with every pump of his fingers. “Si-imon, I’m gonna…Oh my god,” You moan, your hand gripping his bicep with your palm as you felt your eye roll to the back of your head. “Let go Y/N, let it out” He whispered in your ear, placing a new mark onto your neck, and that was enough to send you over the edge. You felt yourself tighten around his fingers and let your nails dig deeper into his bicep as you let yourself go underneath his fingers.

You looked down at him to watch him slip his muscle shirt slowly off his body. You took the shape of his toned torso, curves, and scars; his biggest insecurity but the thing you loved most about him. You took your fingers and traced one on his waist. He had told you he got that one trying to save you from the apartment complex you were held hostage in.

He watched your hands smooth over his stomach, nothing but pure love and admiration behind your eyes. “You're so beautiful..”You breathed out as he sat back on the balls of his feet to slide your cargo pants and own shirt off, not breaking eye contact. He smiled warmly at you. Although he never admits it, and probably never will, he loves it when you call him beautiful.

You dragged your hand down to his cargo pants and looped a finger into his belt loop, gently brushing your fingers against his own arousal. His breath hitched at your fingers brushed back and forward against him. He narrowed his eye at you, trying to figure out what your next plan of action was. You looked him in the eye as you warped the rest of your fingers quickly around his belt loop and yanked hard on them, pulling him down to your level and placing yourself on top of him.

“Tell me I look pretty from this angle again,” You said, your hands fidgeting with his belt loop. “You look pretty from this angle..”He breathed out, taking in the swollen shape of your breasts. “Just pretty?”You teased, lifting yourself up slightly to slide his cargos off; leaving him only in his boxers. “Gorgeous, Amazing, Breathtaking…”He named as you placed yourself back on top of him.

"Do you think you deserve this after leaving me outside in the cold?" You said, playing with the waistband of his boxers. You could feel him squirming underneath you, wanting you to touch him; practically on the verge of begging. You loved seeing him helpless underneath you. It gave you a sense of power. “No," He weakly confessed, sliding his hands back and forth on your thighs. “How much do you want this?”You asked, edging him on. “So bad..”He answer quickly, his hands squeezing into your thighs as you dragged his boxers down to his own thighs.

“Beg." "Please,"

“Please what?”

“Please ma’am,” He said, practically almost moaning it out. He was so weak under your touch and he knew it too. Again, he would never admit it, but he loved seeing you take control. He loved the way you felt as you were in control.

A blunt pressure stole the air from his lungs when you finally sank onto him, his cock spreading you wide open. He was so glad you were on the pill; it let him feel every part of you. Your throat let out a small whine, his fingers digging into the side of your hips, leaving you listening to his satisfied grunting. “Holy fucking..”He breathed out, looking up at you through his eyelashes. He could see a shit-eating grin on your face, just watching him unfurl underneath you.

You started to rock your hips back and forth gently, making your pace faster with each thrust. You watched as Simon became pussy drunk completely under you; that sight brought a smile to your face. Your nails scratched down on his tattooed arm and your back arched in response as you heard possibly the most pornographic moan escape his lips.

He watched as you continued to thrust yourself into him at a brutal, punishing pace, leaving him clinging to you helplessly, letting the moans escaping his mouth grow louder with every thrust. “You're such a...Oh, my fucking..” You moaned out, tangling your hand with his own, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head. You vaguely heard him curse out under his breath, his own end approaching much faster than he wanted. “You wanna cum, pretty boy?”You breathed out, feeling your own stomach beginning to tighten. He nodded in compliance, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Together, okay?”You said, watching him nod back again.

Both your hands gripped onto each other's bodies as you both came to your release. His hands definitely left a bruise from how tight they were gripping onto your hips. He could feel his back arching off the bed, your name leaving his mouth at least ten times, riding out his high. You watched as a smile spread across his face once he started coming down from his high, causing you to laugh a little.

“What?”He said, the smile still plastered across his face. You just shocked your head and laughed. “Just you being absolutely in love with me, I know that smile,” You said sliding out of him, laying down, and planting a kiss onto his swollen lips. He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling him closer to you. “I love you,” He said, placing a kiss on your ear. “I love you too, sweaty man” You giggled, wiping away the sweat on his forehead and planting a kiss there before he fell into a deep sleep on your chest.

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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TLC

What do we see here? Yet another sleepy Virgil fic?

Yeah, that’s all I had energy for. Gordy, you’re a champ.

Hope you enjoy these first words in ages, there not much, so don’t expect much, but they are something at least ::hugs the lot of you::

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Virgil groaned as he sat down on the lounge. He should be in bed. It had been a long day…or days, he wasn’t really sure what the time was.

He’d settled Two in her hangar. If she had been horse, she would be lame, limping home with a leak in her hydraulic system messing with her flight. She was barely safe.

Not that he was going to tell Scott that. She wouldn’t be going out before some serious TLC, but she got him home.

She always gets him home.

He closed his eyes and let himself relax back into the cushions. The sigh that hissed between his teeth was involuntary but truly expressive.

Every muscle was tired, but none more than those in his feet. Specialised footwear or not, he’d spent the entire day on running, jumping, and working the exosuit. You could put all the padding in the world in those boots and his feet would still ache.

Plus he needed to cut at least one of the toenails on his left foot. Time was a thing that he had been short recently and it was a job that had been too low a priority…until those nails started digging into his other toes.

Maybe he could fall asleep here. Just doze and worry about debrief later.

The breeze blowing in from the open doors tousled his damp hair and poked at the t-shirt and trackpants he’d thrown on after his post-mission shower.

He really could just let himself go and not worry-

“Virg?”

He kept his eyes closed. If he couldn’t see Gordon, Gordon couldn’t see him.

“You okay?”

His shoulders dropped just a little as he let out an apologetic grunt. His brother was only expressing concern.

The couch cushions dipped to his left as his fish brother sat down beside him.

Virgil kept his eyes closed. He really didn’t have the energy to open them.

“Caught your last rescue. You sure you’re okay? John was worried.”

Another sigh and Virgil let out some words. “I’ll live.” Then that last bit clicked.

Virgil opened his eyes and stared at his brother. “I’m fine. John has nothing to worry about.”

But the concern on Gordon’s face was sincere. “John had every right to worry. That was a thirty-six hour stint and just look at you.”

Virgil blinked. “What?” He wasn’t injured.

But honestly, he was too tired to care. “Got debrief, then bed. Problem solved.” He lay back again and closed his eyes.

Really, he was considering sleeping right there. Getting up was too much effort.

“Virg?”

“What?”

“There is no debrief. Grandma ordered Scott to bed.”

Virgil frowned. “Huh?”

“Yeah, he was exhausted as you.”

He barely grunted at that.

“So, I’m dragging you to bed.”

Gordon had muscle and lots of it, but Virgil was big and the thought of his little brother attempting to manhandle him… “You and what army?”

“Me and my silver tongue, big bro.”

Virgil groaned. He was too tired for all that sudden sunshine.

“So, you gonna go to bed, or what?”

Virgil still had his eyes closed, but he didn’t need them to see that smirk on the Fish’s face.

“M’feet hurt.” The thought of standing was just ugh.

“Your feet hurt?” The weight beside him shifted as Gordon stood up.

A moment later, Virgil would have flinched away as his left foot was lifted with gentle but strong hands…but it required too much energy.

“You need to cut your toenails, bro.”

Virgil didn’t even bother to grunt.

But then gentle circles were being rubbed into the sole of his foot.

Oh god. “What are you doing?” Virgil sat up straighter, attempting to pull his foot away.

But Gordon tugged back. “Hey, relax. I got this.”

“Gordon.”

“Lie back a minute and I’ll pay you back for one of those post swim meet rub downs.” He held Virgil’s ankle tightly, but only enough to keep it in place. The Fish was stronger than he looked.

“Gordon.”

“Relax! That’s an order!”

What? But Gordon obviously had enough knowledge of foot anatomy because a knuckle pushed gently into Virgil’s sole and whatever he had been going to say melted away as that knuckle did good things.

There was silence a moment as strong fingers rubbed away ache.

“There…you see? All you need is a little TLC.”

Virgil didn’t answer, his eyes slipping closed again.

Those fingers gently lifted his other foot, letting it join in the magic.

His next sigh was one of blessed gratitude.

At some point Gordon started humming, but Virgil was beyond caring.

Time passed and muscles unwound.

Quiet words whispered near his ear. “You ready for bed?”

Umm…he rolled over. “Bed.”

Strong hands grabbed him and levered him upright, his arm was thrown over a shoulder, and he was moving. Several doors, whispered muttering, and he was lowered gently onto cool and soft sheets.

“Sleep, big bro.” A barely heard sigh. “You’ve earned it.”

He rolled over, curling into the bed covers carefully place over him.

And let slumber take him away.

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