eliecasa

[eliecasa]

Hi, now what?

Considering getting some Gen V, Mortal Kombat, more call of duty going.. Just act like I wasn’t gone.

I hope everyone is in good health! Either way, I’ve got some cod content to get off my chest.

[eliecasa]

Moody Man Simon Riley LOVES the holidays. I will not accept any arguments as this case is CLOSED!

(ﾉ´ з `)ノ!🎄 I’m feeling festive ¡

• A constant side-eye during turkey day dinner, knowing you’ll make him and everyone else get up and help with the decorations sometime soon.

• Simon complaining about the stench of cinnamon sticking to him for days on end.

* “C'mon Simon, you smell great!” You tease, patting him on the arm. The man merely waved you off and headed to bed with red eyes. “I think I’m allergic to that stuff.” to which you would scoff and reply with “And I’m allergic to washing the dishes, you don’t see me complaining.”

• Your bulky husband hiding upstairs when your nieces and nephews visit; knowing you’ll force him to put on that itchy fake beard as well as the too-squeaky boots that he tried to get rid of.

• Simon randomly deciding to mess with you by pouring a cup of snow on you whilst you were in a trance, watching ‘The Polar Express’.

* “Thats payback for the cinnamon shampoo.”

• Having to keep replacing the tree’s candy canes because of someone being a peppermint addict.

• Simon dying on the inside when carolers show up.

* Looking at you for an escape that you avoid with false claims of checking on a nonexistent baby.

• Having tiny disputes on where to set the tree.

* “Why would you want it directly in front of the window? Blockin’ the sun out,” he reasons, standing in front of the tree as a guard. Your eyes turn to slits. “Because I worked hard to decorate it and the neighborhood should see it.” He’s unconvinced, eyebrows pinching as he stares back at you, but he doesn’t say anything further. He would rather implode than admit that he would maybe enjoy the sight of the winter's first snowfall.

• Simon has a preference for older Christmas movies and says the new ones are all cringeworthy romcoms or too emotional.

• Inappropriate sweaters together <3

* SWEATing his ass off when your parent insists that he takes his coat off for dinner. Maybe stopping by with a reindeer shagging another on his sweater wasn’t the best idea.

• Flirting with him, asking to sit on his lap for a new ‘wish’ every day.

• Simon having at least three different videos of you slipping on ice and busting your ass.

* “Simon~” you whine, eyes getting watery from anger and pain. Your husband would let out a haughty laugh and begin to trek through the snow. “Don’t cry, I’m comin’,” he would tease you until his boots suddenly gave way and threw him face-first into muddy snow.

• Lovey-Dovey cuddle days, holding hands and playing with his ringed hand.

• Taking credit for Simon’s beautiful handwriting on gifts with a massive grin on your face.

• Kissing him when you notice that his lips are chapped.

* He would smirk, looking at you with confused pleasure. “What was that?” to which you would just shrug and coyly look away, paying mind to the Christmas parade. “Thought you looked a little chapped ‘is all.”

- He would SO call you cheeky for that.

• Your husband getting protective when your male coworkers give you gifts that just seem (in his words) ‘Too Thoughtful’

* “Simon, seriously?” you scold, hand on your hip and he seriously pouts on the sofa, “It’s just a cheap perfume.” But those dark and untelling eyes would glance at you before he turned back to the television, grumbling “Bought you that because he wants you to smell nice for him.” He’s such a man-baby during the holidays.

• Simon being passionate about hot cocoa.

* Do NOT make your cocoa with water around him. This man will look at you as if you were drinking a mug of dirt.

• You stuffing him with treats and seasonal recipes as he watches you cook.

* Smiling with a cupcake in hand, you trot over and gently lift his chin, “Mint red velvet with some caramel, trust me.” But he would pause and slowly bring his eyes to the cupcake in horror. You lost him at ‘Mint’. But hubby would never say no to you.

• Making each other search for their hidden gift on Christmas Eve.

* You’d follow Simon to your bedroom, rubbing your hands together like a mouse. You hid his gift in your toiletry drawer. It was the perfect strategy and he would never-

“Is it in there?” he would stand in your shared bathroom, pointing to the only drawer he's never used, his eyes blankly blinking at you. “You cheater!”

• Husband putting his cold hands in the back pockets of your jeans.

• The two of you deciding to pull an all-nighter for Christmas, drinking wines and dining on finger foods until it was time for gift opening.

• Underneath your tree would be LOADED with gifts for each other, more than your friends’ gifts combined.

• Simon giving you that look as you beam at him, holding the very thing he said he wouldn’t buy for you because it was apparently “Too expensive.”

• Smothering him in kisses and thanking him in different ways.

• Watching your husband as he cooly tries on the new clothing and shoes you bought him. He would shrug his new coat on and look at you with a smirk. “Like it?”

- Heart Eyes.

• So many pictures are being printed after New Year's, and most of them are candids of your friends and family, as well as your dearest, Simon Riley.

sneaking back into the writing game👀

[eliecasa]

Hello You’re back aaaaaa!!!

Im 😏 anon from wayyyy back, like a year ago. Your new theme is so cute I love it.

Are You going back to writing or here for just browsing? I remember last time I checked in I saw you got bored of COD. What are you into these days? Or maybe did mw3 revive your interest?

-😏

Hiii Smirky anon, its so good to hear from you again :D AND THANKK YOUU😘😘😘

I’m sure I’ll get back to writing. I honestly would’ve started writing a while ago but, ugh, I’m lazy as hell!

And to be honest, these days, I’m into my comics, animes (jjk, aot), and mortal kombat. Such random things but hey thats the truth!😓

I haven’t gotten into MW3 yet honestly, but I mayyyy or may not get back into my motion. I���ve been itching to write some cringe with ghosty and könig.

[eliecasa]

𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑵 “𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝒀” 𝑹𝑰𝑳𝑬𝒀

:whoopee cushion - using ghosty as a body pillow.

:whoopee cushion 2

:let me, please? - you have the urge to kiss that stoic man

:orange u glad? - sharing a mandarin with ghosty

:nye, specially - sharing nye kiss with ghosty

:do it again - reader see’s a man spank a box on tiktok & it awakens a monster

holiday head-cannons

𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑨𝑽

:right back - after brutally losing an entire team on a mission, reader can’t help but to wallow in self pity. a worried soap checks on his first love.

:no manners - simon has had it up to ⬆️ here with y/n and johnny’s PDA. the two can’t just ever kiss and leave it innocent.

𝑪𝑷𝑻. 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑬

:bambi - callsign Bambi was sent on a mission to gain intel on a very bad man and after three years, youre finally able to kiss your husband, John Price.

:scars and willows - before you got married, John had asked why you didn’t know your birthday. at the time, you couldn’t give him an answer but after a few years of pondering, you figured out what day you wanted it to be.

:wildflowers - sulking over a c-section scar and being reassured.

𝑲Ö𝑵𝑰𝑮

:aromatherapy - facial massage 4 könig(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

:2 ice, best ice! - reader & könig share an ice bath :3 while you mentally list the things you like about him.

:so, this simp walks into kortac - könig didn’t like the new recruit because they were a sniper, and askel tells him it’s wrong. however, he didn’t know that his words would ultimately turn him into a simp.

𝑮𝑨𝒁 𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑲

:a favor - reader has a secret that gaz definitely already knew but… nevertheless, he’s happy with it

:grab & pull - reader finally admits to their infatuation with gaz’s voice and he’s definitely delighted, even taking it further to describe his feelings physically.

:walk to, panda tree - gaz asked a lot of questions, but someone else wants to know something.

[eliecasa]

New follower here. I love the layout of your blog and your writing is beautiful ❤❤❤

Hiii New Anon ^^ Thank you so muchas. I’m so happy you like my writings along with my orange mess of a theme :) ty ty 🫰

[eliecasa]

summary: könig didn’t like the new recruit because they were a sniper, and askel tells him it’s wrong. however, he didn’t know that his words would ultimately turn him into a simp.

warnings: tiny innuendo

wrdcnt: 2.7K

note: apologies for being gone for so long 🥺 first it was because of classes but then i just have been out of ideas! (me mentioning Askel because i lovee that operator) zero mention as well because hes so scary.

When you were first sent to Kortac, Konig came off a little snarky, and frankly, he didn’t like you too much. Apparently, it was because of the mere fact that they’d brought you in as a sniper for the team, which he reasonably took offense to. Whenever you’d try speaking to him prior to a task, he’d act mute, only looking at you through his dark veil and saying nothing. And whenever you offered to help him up after falling, Konig would merely stare at you and help himself up, not forgetting to rudely bump his shoulder into yours as he walked off.

To say that his first impression was bad would be putting it gently, but that’s not saying he’d care anyway. Konig kept that anti-new-sniper vendetta for a long time until he took the time to understand exactly who he was being sour towards. It took a friendly conversation from a good samaritan Askel to get his behavior straight.

Or it was something like “If you’re gonna be a cunt, send it to the Shepherd. The shot’s only trying ya sportsmanship.”

which he surprisingly listened to. Askel wasn’t exactly his best friend but hey, he listens to his teammates half the time. The guy wasn’t an asshole nor was he a liar. So from there, Konig learned to get along with you. He started to give you short and respectful answers when asked to speak, and when you needed help standing up, it was his hands grabbing your arms and pulling. It was a sudden change that had left you somewhat charmed yet afraid. He had his face hidden all the time, and because of that, he can be a lot sneakier than some of you. The thought of Konig sabotaging you for the spot of a sniper lingered for a while until he actually started to ask what it was like to be in your position. Y’know, those subtle bonding questions to get to know who he was working with.

A new opinion formed: Konig was nice and also very determined.

So, yeah. Askel is the savior of your great, secure, and amazing friendship. However, it went a little beyond his expectations. Or, honestly, it went to Australia. The Norwegian wise-guy had only suggested that Konig be angry somewhere where it mattered but he’d done an entire route down south and hit a u-turn once he got there.

As he heads to the meeting room, he passes several empty rooms with doors and windows left ajar, looking into each with little interest as he goes. Out of all the crazy things he could imagine seeing in the rooms ranging from intruders to sneaky soldiers having frisky rendezvous– Askel wouldn’t have put as much as $5 on seeing Konig kneeling and tying your combat boots as you sat on your bed and smiled brightly, swinging the heel over your other foot with a fond look on your face. The man froze and took quiet steps backward to listen in, his stonish features pinching together as he watched Konig switch feet, not even protesting as he did.

“Maybe I can sneak you in a few shots… you just gotta hope our commander isn’t a hardass like Shephard,” your quiet voice came, speaking softly as if being too loud would expose the secret.

Konig scoffed and shook his head, disappointment clear in his body language– even from Askel’s view. The man finished tying your second boot and stayed lowered, looking up at you as he began to speak with a voice that Askel hadn’t heard before.

“You know we can’t do that.”

Askel smirked a little. Well, would you look at that? Konig has gone as soft as a fermented eggplant. And the sound of ‘we’ uff, something is amidst.

You’re first to stand before Konig follows, keeping his gaze stuck with yours as you mischievously circle him, your back now facing adjacent to the doorframe.

“But wouldn’t it be nice? Sitting up high and getting single-shot markers? Hm?”

Konig crossed his arms over his chest, his fingers tapping over his biceps. His dark eyes cautiously search yours for any doubt or worry but he finds nothing like it. He can only see a smile and the tiniest twinkle as the dimly-lit fluorescent ceiling light appears to look something like a star reflecting in your pupil. Askel can’t see it but you can see the way Konig just barely fidgets and twisted his shoulders in anticipation. It’s been such a long desire of his to show people what he could do if he had your position. If you did this for him, it could mean a whole lot more than he’s willing to admit.

“You and me?” He asked

“Y/N and Konig,” you teased, bopping his nose through the veil.

And if that wasn’t crazy enough, Askel almost exposed his hiding spot when Konig leaned in and just barely rubbed his hidden nose into your cheek before whispering something that Askel couldn’t hear because of the distance. A delighted hum rumbled your chest before you took a step back and caught his eye, looking for none other but the familiar hook that pulled you in like always.

Knowing this may be where your suspiciously soft conversation ends, Askel steps a couple of spaces back before casually starting his walk again. The man walks with a somewhat impressed look on his face as well as an uncomfortable one. Of all the things he expected Konig to be, a kiss-ass, let alone, a kiss-ass for someone he hated just a couple of months ago. Was it his fault you two were sneaking around and getting mushy during meeting hours? No, he thinks, definitely Konig. If Askel was told that one of his teammates liked to rub their noses on their lover's face, Konig would for sure be the first name to speak of. He doesn’t know the man's entire life story but after talking to him over the years, it wouldn’t be a reach to think that he’s the type to secretly want someone he pretends to hate. The guy has that vibe, Askel would say.

Despite his suspicions, Askel quickly forgot about the event and moved on afterward. With being sent out, coming back, and taking cool down time, Askel didn’t have a whole bunch of time to worry about what his sneaky teammates were up to. It was irrelevant and frankly, none of his business.

But then it happened again when Kortac was being transported in a C-130 Hercules aircraft on the way to Lithuania.

The loud rumble of the engines filled the chatty cargo hold as both you and König stood together, seemingly engaging in a rather uncomfortable conversation as the veiled man consistently turned his gaze to an unoccupied wall of the aircraft to avoid the teasing glint in your eyes. Askel didn’t mean to invade your privacy but something was compelling him to just barely watch you guys in his peripheral vision. It’s hard to hear but at least it was enough to let him get an idea of your relationship with Konig.

“What? It’s not like you haven’t done it before,” you spoke lightly with a spasmodic sound of amusement following after.

Konig rocked on his heels for a moment before catching himself.

“It’ll look questionable if I do it… ask Zero to help you, Y/N.”

At that, your voice lowered and your lips thinned as a grimace spread over your face. Askel doesn’t know why but Konig does and the inside joke has him laughing, a sound that his teammates had never heard before your sudden switch to Kortac. Konig knew you had this secret fear of Zero and his eerily dark eyes. The guy didn’t talk much and when he did, it was usually said with a strong and dark tone that had you treating him like a superior despite being in the same rank. It tickled him a whole bunch and the implication that he would be willing to help you is a big fat lie.

“UP AND OUT IN THREE, LET'S GO!”

There, everyone sitting had instantly begun to stand up, listening to Oni’s command. It was time to make sure everything was strapped down and secure before the door was opened for the dive. Askel stood and did as expected, even making sure his goggles were tight. And of course, as he glances over at you and Konig he can see the man putting the goggles over your head.

“Careful on the hair. Pull only when asked to.”

“Sh- don’t say that. Here… is it fitting?” He stepped back, momentarily watching for prying eyes before turning back with a dramatic sigh.

You’re grinning like a clown and barely adjusting the goggles before nodding and saying something that Askel can’t hear over the escalating noise in the cargo. Whatever you’re doing, it’s working on him and his watching team member hopes that it won’t bother him during the mission. The last thing he wanted to do was yell at his comrades just because they were letting their flirtations get in the way.

The next thing Askel can hear is a begging in your feathering tone saying “Pleaaaase”

“Y/N…” he sighs and puts his own goggles on.

“GET READY, WE’RE UNLOADING”

And then he swings his head around in dramatized tiredness from your teasing and whining. It is uncharacteristic of him but after what he’s heard, a whole bunch of things seem cunfitting for Konig. Askel is lining up when Konig bends to check the tactical belt you wore, his gloved fingers are respectively making sure to check underneath the belt but the way that you’re playfully mewling says otherwise.

“Ooo, was that a pinch I felt, Konig?” you smirk after Konig does a purposeful rough tug on the leather before he stands up to check your parachute, specifically the straps at your shoulders.

“It’s not too tight? Wanna be able to drop and go.”

“Of course, I’m not a rookie y’know.”

Askel eyes the way you sly and put your hands on Konig’s before taking them down to the straps hidden behind your back. His combat boots instantly skid across the dusty cargo ground, almost making him lose his footing and sidestep his way to the ground. Konig almost looks like he wants to pull away, as seen in his indecisive, hovering hands before finally giving in and nodding at nothing but an internal affirmation to stop him from coughing in a flustered fit.

The watching soldier would guess that it was his first time touching you so intimately but the way his hands went up your ribcage before going back to its original spot was rather contradicting. So Konig has touched Y/N before… he ties their shoes, and he likes rubbing his nose on their face. Sure, it can’t get worse than that.

Or so Askel thought.

The three of you were being a triad of eyes for Callisto, Oni, and Zero as commanded. You lead the men up on a hill that you sought to be perfect for sniping. Askel nearly found it as interesting as Konig but he already knew there was no way that could actually happen. It felt much more exposing to be here even with camofladgue but Askel told himself to put all of his faith in you. Anyway, Konig took his spot next to Askel as you propped your snipe up to look over the oil rig.

“Movement south-west, seem to be moving cargo but it appears to be in a metal container.”

“Copy. Moving in,” Zero answered.

And you make no move to cringe or wince at the sound of his voice. You were two different people when off and on the battlefield. It was hard to take you seriously back at base but now with that massive sniper in your grasp, Askel wouldn’t even think to chortle at you as Konig did.

The corner of your lip rose as you continued looking the yards over, making sure that nobody snuck up on your team.

“What, you jealous?”

Konig shook his head and bellowed. “Hardly.”

A playful hum vibrates in your chest as Askel only remains stoic, stuck in the middle of your inside joke.

“You can take these two out, but if you leave 'em, you’ll be caught. They have a rotation going on.”

“Copy,” Callisto answered, her accent whispering through the comms.

Nothing other than static and the chirp of a bird is heard before Konig comments, just barely moving to a point in a north area of the oil rig.

“You can take him out, Looks like he’s struggling with a container.”

“Where?” You asked, moving your snipe, “Cleaning out, be careful down there you three.”

They don’t say anything but one of them made a sound of affirmation.

“North. He’ll fall diagonally if you’re a good shooter.”

You raise your chin with a surprised expression, making Askel look between you two with question. Everyone knows how conceited Konig can be when he’s in the fight but somehow, you appeared to be surprised.

“Then come shoot him then, sniper boy.”

Of course, you weren’t surprised.

“Let him shoot and we’re all dead,” Callisto joked, making Oni laugh in his comms.

Those two always had their little jokes about other teammates. Konig says an insult in German, rolling his eyes afterward before reaching his hand out for your rifle. The two of you trade off a pair of binoculars and the gun before waiting for him to settle into good posture. A haughty chuckle came from his coms as he flexed his fingers around the handle, absolutely reveling in the feeling of having one of these bad boys in one of his hands again.

“Don’t hit that pole. You do, and you’ll never touch my lady ever again.” you teased.

“Yea, taunt a guy with a rifle in his hand,” he said sarcastically, making you quietly chuckle.

The entire team seemed to bounce in anticipation before nothing but a stomach-dropping click sound happened through the com. Ah, yes, Y/N forgot to load the gun. Silly Y/N moment. Konig turns comically slow as Askel swiveled, angrily showing his teeth as you raise two defensive hands.

“Hey, to be fair, Oni never said we had to check the ammo supply.”

“Y/N, are you fucking serious?” Zero swore, that scary tone sending you scrambling for your backpack.

You nervously chuckle and hurry to answer your comms, “Of course not, I have magazines in my bag. No worries!”

There’s a collective sigh as you lift a magazine for Askel and Konig to see.

“See, trust me!”

And as you handed it over, Askel saw just a corner of a pink sticky note with a red sharpie written on it. Konig notices it too, but he actually turns it in his hand, reading over the writing with curious eyes before a genuine laugh comes from underneath the veil.

“Do you like it?” you said, coy and no longer looking in his direction but out and across the oil rig.

In the corner of your eye, you can see the smile in his eyes before he turns and replaces the empty clip that you purposely planted for the sake of swooning Konig.

“As long as it gives me luck… not that I need it.”

And without taking the moment to take a deep breath, Konig steadied the rifle, his finger gently caressing the trigger. He feels like he’s where he’s supposed to be as time seemed to slow when he squeezed the back trigger, unleashing a quiet gunshot that pierced his ears. The bullet soared across the expanse, cutting through the distance with deadly accuracy before landing in the forehead of the struggling container man, his body landing just as he expected.

“And they said I couldn’t be a sniper,” Konig smiled, raising his head from the optic.

“All hail, der king of snipers,” you teased, snapping your fingers as he gladly handed the gun back to you.

And on its way back, Askel can finally read the sticky note.

And he’s not surprised to see the writing.

[Darts 4 hearts ♡] - Y/N

[eliecasa]

summary: reader see’s a man spank a box on tiktok & it awakens a monster

warnings: minors i know I said I wouldn’t but we all lie as humans. this is one of those times where you mustn’t interact, plss ( contains these mentions: asphyxiation, verbal, and spanking kinks ) the reader is mentioned to have a vagina.

wrdcnt: 2K

inspo

A small huff of frustration pushed from your nostrils as you’re once again opening your eyes to stare out into the rainy darkness of the night. The sight is usually lovely and heart-warming as it was Simon’s wish to live somewhere with nature all the while staying a generous 20 minutes away from the city. It’s quiet here but there’s a memory that echoes loud and vibrantly in the back of your mind.

Simon sat still, sleeping as quiet as a mouse as you squeezed your eyes shut and subtly rubbed your thighs together. If you’d never downloaded tiktok, you’ll probably be sound asleep and dreaming of a dog handing you something as strange as a sweater with your own face sewn into it. Soap suggested that it be a good idea to keep a good balance of humor and seriousness since Simon would be left alone to tease you without anyone else jumping in to defend you, and the only way to do that was to give in and download the god-forsaken TikTok app.

Oh how you wish you’d never listened to him.

The first thing you’re greeted with is a video of a buff man underhand smacking a box to fit evenly with the others atop and below it. It came immensely loud from your headphones and caused a barely-audible yelp to part your lips. Your first thought was to get out of there so, you did… by scrolling one video down as Simon came over from the kitchen and asked what was wrong. And of course, having lacked a good answer, you merely waved him off and cleared your throat, saying that your headphones were accidentally turned to maximum volume.

He squinted those dark and suspicious eyes before humming and going back to make dinner- which was the deal for an old bet that he lost. Anyway, you’re instantly back on the video and fluttering with little butterflies of heat and embarrassment… that was until you opened the comments and saw that everyone else was thinking the same. Even married people were saying things such as “I try to get my husband to do this but he doesn’t know manual labor too well” which tickled you a little bit.

Though you were laughing at the time, you found yourself staring at Simon’s hands a bit longer than usual as the two of you ate dinner together. Don’t be mistaken, Simon had done nearly everything you desired with those strong pair of hands but still, that new seed planted in your head was quickly taking over and growing vines up and down the walls of your busy mind.

“What’s on your mind?” He said after watching you daydream for five minutes. It almost seems deliberate as he moved to hide his hands underneath the table. Classic Mr. RIley.

“...Nothin’,” you shrugged, connecting your gaze before promptly taking a good chunk of spanish rice.

Simon paused and did that empty stare where he kinda just assessed you before going back to whatever business he was originally doing. The judgemental gaze causes the slightest of shame to boil your skin as you roll your eyes. He’s your husband and has seen and touched every nook and cranny of your body and for some reason, you don’t want to tell him what’s bothering you.

Fast forward back into the present. The fluffy white comforter seems to get unbearably hot just as the heat radiating from Simon does. Sex and experiment is no taboo between the two of you and your coyness was just overall pitiful, however, that small little angel in your head keeps saying “Well, you have to really ask yourself if he’s the type to wound his loving spouse” while the devil said “Tell him to throw you over his lap and spank you like that goddamn cardboard!”

Again, you rub your thighs together. Maybe your mind was turning into one of those awful hormone monsters from a show that shall not be named. A small sound of anger escaped your mouth as you try to clear your mind, knowing that Simon would get woken–

“Having a strop, are ya’?” His heavy voice felt heavy and trapping as you knew that this was the most reasonable time to just get it over with.

Almost too quickly, you flip in his arms and lock eyes with him. Well, he was still waking up but your patience led you to gently pinch various areas of his face before he’s basically stretching his neck to be freed.

“Fuckin’ stop will ya?”

“Why haven’t you ever gotten rough with me?”

In the moonlight that shows through your windows, you can see the way that Simon’s face bunches into one handsome twist of confusion and tiredness. His eyes slowly open to look at the ceiling before he turns his head and stares dead into your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Your right hand moved back a couple of inches and came back to gently slap him as his face remained cradled in your hands. A small chuckle escapes him before he pinches your thigh.

“Why’re you kicking my ass instead of explaining–”

“I obviously mean- like during sex,” you spoke with the tiniest amount of annoyance in your voice as the sexual frustration was beginning to plague.

The hand on your thigh rested as his face relaxed.

“I do… it was your idea to get into the choking thing-”

“No! I mean- yes that but why don’t you ever hit me?”

He seems to relax into the pillows a bit more as his eyes darted back to the white and plain ceiling. Simon was taking a moment to actually think if he’s never done such since it seems like a problem that could have been bothering you for who knows how long. Maybe you were doing that classic tactic of trying to alter his memory for your own benefit. There’s been multiple times where you’d lay on top of him and ask when was the last time he’d give you proper praise despite him clearly remembering it happening two days ago. He tilts his head, thinking of the past five months. The two of you had gotten into a couple new positions, areas to have sex, as well as experimenting with verbal kinks. Not to mention that asphyxiation kink that appeared to stay and make an appearance during each session.

“Simon!”

“I know, I know… just making sure you aren’t lying,” he said, casually sitting up to turn on the blinding light next to the bed. You try not to grab him as he moves from over you to settle back and rub his eyes.

“What needs to be done to get you sound, eh?”

A lightning bolt strikes as you pretend to think as if Apollo was saying “Don’t you dare waste that man's time, Y/N.”

So, instead of pissing anyone off, you decide you sit on your knees and face Simon with your chin up and your shirt covering your sweaty palms that were hidden underneath the oversized fabric. You’re ex-military and you’re especially all but a coward. Simon Riley will not stop you from reaching your dreams.

“I want you to start…” your lips twist in the slightest as you try to find the right words just to settle on “spanking me…”

He tries not to seem surprised but the smallest raise of his eyebrows gave it all away.

“Today,” you finish, almost coming off stern and unmovable.

Many would disagree with this but you could say that Simon had very telling eyes and right now, he was not only questioning just how freaky you were as well as how much of a possible masochist you were underneath that loving and soothing base of your personality. The asphyxiation thing was brought up during sex so he couldn’t really so no to you in the heat of the moment but now you’ve caught him fresh out of an innocent sleep.

“Are you… sure?--”

“Simon,” you dare, looking away for a second before shaking your head at his timidness.

He wasn’t following the script; you’d admit that you wanted to be spanked and he would pat his lap and get to work. That’s how it was supposed to go! However, Simon wanted to play the long game and see how long he could drag this until the sun began to rise.

“Why didn’t you say this instead of staring at my hands the entire meal?”

“Who the hell would just come out and say ‘Hey, mind hitting my ass when we fuck’?”

A small smile spreads his pink lips as his shoulders momentarily hunch.

“You’re not shy any other time.”

For the 800th time, your pupils roll to the back of your head. As you’re shaking your disappointed little head, you pause to see that the storm seems to calm down a bit, instead turning into a windless pour that wouldn’t wake anyone if they were sleeping. The silence left you no choice as Simon indeed began to follow the script written in your head.

“Guess we’d better get to trying before you’re all snappy then,” his heavy mancunian accent coming loudly as he stood up and stretched.

The movement caught your attention and glued it onto his strong thighs. Simon was a brief type of guy— which was honestly a bit surprising when you first discovered it. The soft fabric remained comfortably on his strong thighs that would soon have you stretched across them.

There’s a couple of heavy steps across the bedroom floor before he settled on the front of the bed and in front of the black screen of the television.

“Are you serious?” you purse your lips, crawling towards him as he looks at you from over his shoulder.

Instead of being verbal, he jerks his head to coax you over as a barely-noticeable smile squints his eyes.

And be damned; you were over there in no time. But instead of instantly giving you what you wanted, Simon couldn’t help but tease you a while longer. Only now do you wish he was a quick mover that despised roleplay. Your hips jump a little as two of his slightly-calloused fingers slid down the smooth and silk skin and dew of your cunt.

“Why the long face, doll?” He laughed, taking a glance at the way your lips and eyes were tightly closed shut.

“Do your thing, Simon,” you spoke quickly to muffle a sound of pleasure by covering your mouth and turning away from his eyes-view.

“I just wanted to feel you a little bit, no harm done,” he gently slapped your soppy cunt before lifting your shirt to bunch around the waist. Tonight, you were just wearing a normal pair of lace panties without the partner of a bra. Bras are vibe killers and the world could do without. Plus– it gives your lover easier access to rest or warm his hands when he’s bored.

Anticipation made the fabric become nearly insufferable as the room seemed to double in heat.

“Keep these on?”

You thought, looking at the shiny oak of your bedroom floor before giving him a muffled response.

“I don’t mind them staying on.”

As so, his ring finger released your panty and turned into a palm that smooths over the entirety of your plump ass. The feeling of Simon’s hands on your bum had often aroused you more than it probably should have. He’s never spanked you but he's grabbed it and caressed it as often as you allowed. The way he’d squeeze long enough to make it hurt had always brought out the bedroom hormones even though sometimes he would do it somewhere other than the comfort of your home. anything that made you feel like his was enough to keep it wet for hours.

“What are you waiting fo-AH!” you nearly turn into a flailing mess before your hands quickly resettled onto Simon’s strong thigh which was trembling with amusement.

For someone who was wary of hitting you, he’d come down really heavy handed. You’re a first-timer, it wouldn’t have killed him to at least warn you. However, the hot and stinging feeling is an arousal-multiplying sensation that has your mouth feeling a little numb and your adrenaline flowing.

Your eyes nearly comically blow wide as the two of you make eye-contact, Simon’s face being one of subdued delight as you gently pant out.

“Do. That. Again.”

[eliecasa]

Hiii, your blog is so cute !!! I was wondering if you’re 18+? I’m a minor so I wanna be safe rather than sorry

Awh hahah thank you so muchas!!🩷🩷

& nope, my blog is safe! Although, I do have suggestive jokes in my writings sometimes, I remember what I was like when I was a minor (says this as if im not only 19)

You’re safe to interact in my dungeon!! Thank you so much for reading and calling my blog cuteeee ^^!

[eliecasa]

Wait omg I just remembered , aren’t you the tumblr I was following who said they weren’t posting fics anymore ? And you’re posting again ?? REJOICE ! I binged every single fic (plus the new ones i didn’t see before teehee) in the past hour , I’m OBSESSEDDDD I LOVVE YOUUU !

Hiii!! yes I had I said that and then it was like “(Jk I’m lying, just slower updates!)” So yeAaaA I was never truly GONEEE.

and omg I LOVE UUUU🫎, thanks chu for reading so much. I’m glad you like it and it makes me happy that U do anon. :DDD

[eliecasa]

summary: simon has had it up to ⬆️ here with y/n and johnny’s PDA. the two can’t just ever kiss and leave it innocent.

warnings: obv a little tangy :>

wrdcnt: 1.8K

Simon Riley had a lengthy list of reasons as to why he’d never visit your and Johnny’s house once everyone had a break from missions and assignments given by other nations in need.

If not all of them, the majority of them lacked the seriousness that he often appeared to possess. One of those petty reasons read: ‘Y/N likes the smell of lavender too much’, while another read something such as: ‘Food poisoning is imminent. Lack of cooking skill from both’ though the second part was merely an assumption due to the mere fact that he’d never eaten any of your food before.

Those two reasons didn’t mean too much and Simon would agree and still visit often regardless of the judgment. However, the reason sitting at #1 would probably make him come over only on holidays due to the suffering that he suffers when seeing it.

Reason number one: ‘Too fuckin’ randy’— or in American terms: ‘Too damn horny’.

And here you are, proving his point.

You would think that after nearly getting your legs blown off, one would be rather deterred and rattled. Whereas here, Johnny couldn’t be any deeper within your mouth, totally disregarding the fact that Ghost was standing with a bandage in hand, trying to patiently wait to wrap it around the man who’d just been shot.

“Alright,” he says, more so meant as a ‘Stop’

Still, to no avail as he adverted his eyes to avoid the sight of Johnny taking your ass in handfuls.

Simon was understanding that you were beyond worried after Gray’s betrayal caused your man to get shot but to an extent, the pair were just a bit too callous about their surroundings. It’s not like the area had been checked since they’d only agreed to rendezvous here and the only person not sucking face was forced to keep looking over his shoulders every three seconds.

A rather submissive noise slipped from your lips, causing Simon to full on grumble in annoyance before he madly cursed up a storm.

Nobody knew what Simon was on about when he complained about it the first one billion times but they were rudely awakened once your wedding day came.

That’s right, as shameless as ever, they were.

He can vividly recall the looks on the faces of attendees while the two of you were basically molding yourselves into one single body, feverishly kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Whilst your parents were somewhere in the house and hidden, he and Johnny knew that you’d only forced them to go inside just so that you wouldn’t have to hold back any lust that seemed to flow through your blood like a virus.

He had to wonder what made Johnny look like a piece of fresh meat in your eyes but today, he found himself wondering no more and decided to put a stop to it!

“You have a lovely home, Simon,” you marvel in awe, stepping inside with your hand wrapped around Johnny’s.

“The cabin look really is cozy,” He agreed, smiling and taking in the wide interior of the home.

Simon, quiet and moody, stood with a list in his left hand while the other held a half-empty beer. The handwriting on the note is rather nice and written in-between the wide ruled blue lines, showing just how serious he was about this.

Johnny is first to see it, even chuckling as he points to it and asks, “Whatcha got there, Simon?”

“Rules,” he affirms, mean eyes staring at you as he handed the list to Johnny.

A small smile spreads across your lips as you leaned into Johnny, reading the list alongside him.

The new house rules aren’t too strict and turned out to be fair.

1. Wipe your feet on the mat.

2. Don’t drink my beer.

3. Keep your feet off my tables

Before reading four, your lips find the stubble of your husband's jaw. The chaste kiss doesn’t stop there and even inched up to his ear before Simon snapped his fingers.

“That there, not in here.”

Johnny pointed to the fourth rule listed, sparing you a feigned look of cringe as he read aloud, “You broke the ‘No kissing if your name is y/n or Johnny’ rule.”

You blink, looking at Simon with an offended look on your face.

“Wow, and to think you were a friend.”

“Do it at your house, keep the air fresh here,” he said, walking off and sipping from a Budweiser that he’d been nursing over the afternoon.

In your mind, Simon was being too ignorant of the fact that this was the rain after a drought. It was so normal for soldiers to come home and love their person more than ever but in this case, it was two soldiers who couldn’t find any time together thanks to the hellish assignments brought upon them.

He needed to understand that you were partaking in a much calmer version of the baby boom.

Pleading, you elbow Johnny only for him to meekly raise his hands in surrender.

“Hey, his house, his rules.”

3 hours elapsed, 23:34

Joy was just coursing through you like electricity just because the three of you were lookin’ like best friends again. The two had their beer and their occasional banter whilst you begged for caramel candies sitting in the middle of the coffee table which Simon kept telling you no despite Johnny giving them to you anyway. All was tranquil while they watched football (Non USA) but you suddenly stand up from the couch and turned to Simon with a rather strained look on your face.

"Where's your bathroom?"

He gave Johnny a calculated look before pointing down the hall, "It's the only door left open, you shouldn't get too lost."

You silently thank him and dash down the hall, trying to hide the fact that you’d maybe been holding it for an hour just so that you wouldn’t have to get up.

Johnny watched you hurry down the corridor before mindlessly turning back to the television, which didn’t last too long due to a semi-aggressive punch that Simon landed on his shoulder.

The scottish man gawked at him with wide and glossy eyes, thanks to the multiple beers that he’s had. His lips open to either swear or to let out a sound of pain but Simon is quicker, shaking his head at him as he spoke.

“I know what you’re doing.”

Johnny immediately laughed and sat his now-empty beer bottle down on the table.

“What are you talking about, mate?”

Simon doesn’t say anything and instead shook his head, turning back to watch France once again score against Croatia. Very few beats of silence pass before Johnny hit him back and asked, “Hey, can I have another beer?”

“Five pounds and maybe you can,” Simon nodded at the five empty bottles that Johnny had already swallowed down.

“Oh buddy, you’re such a jokester sometimes. Be back in a sec,” Johnny laughed, tipsy and totally disregarding Simon’s warning of “You’d better not.”

Still, he made a small hum of acknowledgment before going to get another one anyway.

Once his friend is out of sight, Simon looked down at his beer and wondered if he looked silly enough for his friends to not listen to a word he’d said since getting off of active dirty.

Back in Simon’s new and shiny bathroom, you stood at the sink and lathered your hands in the vanilla scented soap not once, but twice because how would he know that you were the one using up all of his nice soap?

And just because he won’t find out by himself, you’ll make sure to tell him just to see the pissed off look on his face when you got back. You even try to mimic the frown of his brow in the mirror but a flash of dark hair passed through the hall, crossing the threshold of the bathroom without as much as a glance.

And knowing that hair anywhere, you giggle and peak your head out into the hall and call his name.

“Johnny? You know the bathrooms here, right?”

A few quiet moments pass before Johnny backtracks by literally walking backwards in the hallway before stopping to stand right in front of you. The crows feet at the corner of his eyes has you smiling wider than he was— even without the alcoholic influence. You can only imagine him getting cuter with age.

“Right, because I was looking for you.”

He settled his hand on the frame, causing the taught and solid muscles of his arm to pop with a teasing emphasis that dares you to break rule #4. Something tells you that he was in-fact not looking for you but the possibility is quickly ruled out by the look in his icy, intense, and refreshing look in his eye. The gaze sent your figure a chill as it brought you to become freshly aware of the aura surrounding the two of you.

The bathroom is dimly lit with shadows casted across the bend of the walls whilst a light hum came from the massive lights in the bathroom ceiling. Johnny couldn’t help but step past the invisible threshold barrier, tugging your body into his by pressing his palm right on the curve of your back where two of his favorite dimples would be.

You’re illegally close to each other, smiling faces inches apart. Johnny didn’t need to take a breathalyzer test to tell you that he was tipsy. It was in the way his smile worked more like a smirk, making him look all the sexier when he shouldn’t, and it was also in the heaviness of his heart beating against your chest. The area rumbles in a hearty chuckle after placing a loving kiss on your warm cheek.

“Simon said we can't kiss in his house, but he didn't say anything about the bathroom,” he dares, his voice just carefully balancing humor and lust.

You tilt your head, looking somewhat cheeky whilst you awe at the innuendo, the lower pit of your belly getting warmer by the second.

“Oh, you sneaky guy. What if he catches us?”

He smirks as if you were testing him.

“He’ll go easy on us, won’t he?”

But before you can fix your lips to answer Johnny gently cupped the area underneath your ear and tugged your parted lips in a passionate kiss that took your breath away. It’s quick to escalate into a small stumble of moving back and forward as the two fight for the upper hand. And to win this fight, his strong and finely built arms lock together behind your back to trap you in his heated embrace. The strong and aggressive feeling feeling hands coming down to grasp greedy portions of your ass caused a rather loud noise to come through your lips. The intensity of the kiss can go no more after you’d slipped your hands to grasp at the chiseled columns of his belly, trying to get even without totally disrespecting Simon’s wishes.

Johnny is so lost in your taste that you have to literally pull your head back to release your lips from his, only to instantly come back in for another suave caress of his tongue which stopped to turn into a small bite of your bottom lip. The heat was dizzying and nearly making you nauseous from the overflow of adrenaline.

And just as a hand came to pull your thigh around his waist, a different and hefty hand slapped onto Johnny’s shoulder with not the slightest of strength being spared in the process.

This time, you don’t even have to tug your head back— thanks Simon Riley pulling him off while standing in the doorway with… both of your jackets in hand.

Dark eyes lifelessly watch as the two of you separate to adjust your clothing.

“Couldn't contain yourselves for one bloody night, could you?”

“You didn’t say the bathroom, to be fair,” you said, shrugging and scratching the back of your head whilst looking at the shiny tile underneath your shoes.

Your husband standing next to you playfully punched Simon’s shoulder.

“C'mon, mate. It's just a kiss.”

Simon looked between the two of you for just a moment before tossing the jackets to Johnny without warning.

“Get your coats and get out. I don't care where you go, but I don't want you two snogging in every corner of my house,” and he walked off.

Y/N rolled their eyes before taking Johnny by the hand and making a hand puppet out of Simon and making it say, “I’m a vibe killer and I hate seeing love~”

“I heard that.”

[eliecasa]

Ghost: ...

Y/N, gently shoving the whole, unpeeled orange against his cheek, repeatedly: Orange you clad I'm here? Orange you? Orange you?

Ghost: That's a tangerine

Y/N: Gasp! Is that a no 🥺🥺

Y/N, the next day after asking:

“Are you a tangerine, cause U look like a cutie today”

LOLL. Imagine ghost walking around and smelling like citrus just because of Y/N. Man’s is walking around and everyone is irritated and wonder who the hell is eating oranges 7 days a week.

[eliecasa]

summary: reader hiding in a ditch w ghosty & feeding him some of their orange

warning: really just a *drabble*

wrdcnt: 1.1K

Russian war titans decided to strike the Philippines after a dispute over supposed nuclear threats and disagreements over oil. whatever the real reason may be, the two of you were soon to find out but in the meantime, getting out of these Slavic-infested woods would be the main task-- if you two were able to properly evade without contact.

Simon sat still as a rock, head only occasionally tilting to listen in on the ambiance around him, only to hear what may be a squirrel tap dancing around the pair as a way to tease them.

The ditch wasn't exactly dry and once you raise your head to get a look at Simon's profile, it's clear to see the obvious yet dramatic discomfort on his face.

"not looking too hot, ghost," you tease, settling your chin onto an empty pocket of his vest. he decided to dress lightly for the mission, burdening the two of you with the dependency of bullets and grenades until the two of you found the rendezvous point.

His dark and taunting pupils seem to slither to the edge of his eyes as they landed on you with the smallest hint of annoyance, however, he stiffly answered with something similar to a whisper.

"M' Not feelin' too hot either."

"Am I too heavy?"

"..." he lingers and adjusted his position, accidentally jostling you just a little bit before shrugging as best as the tight space would allow him to. Laying on top of Simon Riley was always fun and an especially warm experience that you often found yourself secretly enjoying, even if he's implying that you're somehow slightly too heavy for his bulky body to lie comfortably underneath.

You bite back a coy smile as you tear your gaze from the whites of his eyes as he was still highly alert and focusing on his surroundings. Humidity and the soppy mud smeared over your gear and uniform is warm and suffocating, completely contrasting the nearly icy fruit hidden in a wide pocket inside of your cargo.

A memory of yourself comes on the frontal lobe and it forced you to stifle a chuckle that ghost didn't hear but very much could feel, causing him to subtly side-eye you while you'd began to fold yourself up to retrieve the orange. You can see yourself in third-person, taking an orange out of a cooler that sat in between you and Simon while laswell drove you guys to a dropping point.

It's been at least 5 hours since then but still, that bright little citrus was somehow protected and still chilly inside of your fire-safe pants.

"The hell are you doing?" he asked, alertness secretly dying when you turn back with a canine-glinting smile on your face. Not even the echos of the woods can hide the brightness that reflects off of your pupils. "Want an orange?" you nod your head towards your hands, coaxing him into looking at a small little orange sitting in the middle of your palms.

"Look at the little guy," a lilt in your voice made him raise a brow. only someone like you would be able to shoot other soldiers yet still make fruits and vegetables somewhat human. Simon's silence almost makes you laugh but the sound is quickly turned into a small 'wah' as his right hand came to pull you down by the waist, forcing you to squeeze in between the dirt wall and the gruff body of Simon Riley.

"Hey," you gape, watching as he took the orange.

He twists the little citrus slowly, eyes just barely squinting into a hidden smile as they flicker to look at you. "Where'd you get this?"

"Laswell," you hurry, "Now can I please have it back?"

Again, his eyes came slithering down to glare into your dramatic frown. "Focus on the mission, Y/N."

You roll your eyes and snatch the fruit away from his gloved hands. "Yea whatever."

Minutes of stubborn silence pass before it's once again ruined by a hum of your chest. Simon's jaw came down to face you but was only greeted with the sight of your hand shoving a single orange peeling into his face. "Eat, I know you're hungry."

Those hard and dark pupils seem to dart between the darkness of the woods and the juiciness of citrus that drips on his vest. Simon had always named himself more of a mango type of guy but now, this looked to be more appetizing than anything he's had in the last month.

Your eyes pinch in joy and you see that soft glint in his eyes, causing you to start moving your hand in a way that would childishly mimic a fish swimming through the rapids. The balaclava doesn't even try to hide the temptation on his face.

"I know you're hungry~"

This time, he only stared at you moments before gingerly reaching up and tugging the skull-printed balaclava down and underneath his jaw.

Heat sploshes over your body and immediately flushed you into an embarrassed puddle of heat that dares to melt and seep into the clothing of the lieutenant sitting bulky and warm from underneath. His acceptance made your cheeks feel as if they were covered in poison ivy, itchy and turning a deep shade of red.

"Fine, don't shove your fingers into my mouth, yea?" Simon said, making you giggle and slightly bow your head. "You're just playing hard to get."

He sarcastically hummed while opening his jaws and allowing you to slip a juicy piece into his mouth. the quiet man looks awfully cute as his lips close and perk whilst he began to chew, loudly squishing the fruit to the point where those squirrels would be getting a little jealous.

"How's it?" you ask, using your thumb to wipe away an orange drip that was on its way to run down his stubble-covered jaw. The sharp hairs of his growing beard send a tingle down your arm.

"...Tangy."

"Tangy," you mock, teasing the new vocabulary coming from the British tongue.

Amusement quickly turns into pain as a hidden hand pinches an exposed area of your hip. The nightly chill left your cheeks warm and icy, they seem to melt underneath Ghost's fingers which came to pinch-- only to last for maybe less than a moment.

Your heart palpates and you feign annoyance, rolling your eyes as he chuckled and finished swallowing down another orange slice that he slipped from your hand.

"Always takin good care of me, aren't you?"

The two linger as y/n quietly side-eyes him through the darkness.

...

"...You owe me."

"Course I do," he deeply laughs, gently flicking your cheek before once again, tilting his head and listening for any Russian hawks that may be inbound.

Omg March almost passed without me writing at least SOMETHING. I was rlly scared 😣

[eliecasa]

warnings: none!

summary: reader & könig share an ice bath :3 while you mentally list the things you like about him.

wrdcnt: 3K

The metal door creaks loudly and heavily, sounding off in the empty hallway as you step in with your towel hanging on your arm. A big ‘whoosh’ can be heard when the door shuts behind you, keeping you in the freezer like room as well as catching the attention of the only other person in the room. Wide and brown eyes flicker towards you with the swivel of the persons head, delighting you in an instant.

‎‏‏‎

“Hey, König.”

As a reaction, he abruptly sat up out of his slouch, exposing his nude triceps and abdomen while nearly throwing the freezing ice and water out of the metal tub he was sitting in. The wet material of the bottom half of his veil dangles, wet and heavy.

Before you can even pretend to not laugh at him, your teeth come on display with a humored grin as you began walking over to an unoccupied metal tub.

As if he just sat in the freezing water, his chest began to rise and fall a lot quicker than what it usually was. You’d only just got here but he can already feel the heat burning across his chest. Out of all the ways you could’ve have greeted him, why’d you have to say his name like this all the time? In his mind, König thought you wanted him to fawn over you on purpose.

Maybe that honey in your voice was reserved for him only. After all that time of observing you, he came to the conclusion that you spoke to him extra sweetly to trap him. Sure, his shyness puts him on the sidelines when you’re talking with other people around base but at least that lets him see what type of person you are from a distance. He’s done it long enough to become solid with the fact that he feels for you more than just a teammate.

It’s not far-fetched to say that you could’ve been at fault for the way that he stammers and sweats around you but even he knew that it was partly his fault. Nobody told him to be at your beck and call whenever a new mission would come up and definitely nobody told him to sit and make you laugh whenever it was just the two of you at the canteen.

If he knew that your laugh would make him feel the same way that your smile would, he wouldn’t have found you in the first place.

König found himself stuck like a spider that had created his own web of honey.

The loud ruckus of ice dumping into your metal bath snatches him out of his head, bringing him back into the tension of the ice room. “Yknow, I never expected you to be so fit.”

You wolf whistle, taking a moment from your pour to look him over. He nods before shrugging, meeting your eyes before looking at his shorts through the water and ice. “Me neither,” he drly jokes, still somehow making you laugh. Underneath his veil, the corner of his lip fights to stay down despite his feelings. “You’re so cute, König.” You trail off, heading to turn the faucet near your bath.

It wasn’t everyday that you called him cute. At times you’d call him hot, adorable… and on the rarest of days, you’d call him your military husband. That nickname was his favorite. He shakes his head, trying to get rid of the blush that was tightening his cheeks with every passing second. If you kept talking to him, the ice in his bath would melt before you were out of here.

After checking the temperature of the water pouring into your bath, you hum and settle your hands onto your hips, turning to könig with a small frown on your face. “Was your water a bit warm?”

“Cold enough to freeze.”

The bunch of your eyebrows quickly disperse as you smile and began trotting towards him. “W-what are you doing?” He stammers. To show him that you’ll do no harm, you raise your hands and come to a stop at the end of his bath. “Don’t trip, i’m just checking your temp.”

“Why’re you checking mine?”

You only smirk and stick you hand into the water, your hair shields the mischievous grin that stretched across your face. He remains still, trying not to disturb the stillness of the ice as you pull your hand back.

“That’s pretty cold.”

And without warning, your hands come down to tug off the shirt that you wore.

If König could get any stiffer than he already was, he would turn into a statue. Behind his mask, you can see a little bit of the whites of his eyes and the sight made you belly laugh, nearly causing you to fall over as you worked your feet out of your pants. “What’s wrong? You blushing under that thing?”

“I- I… no?” he hunched his shoulders, speechless at the way you meekly slip into his bath, shamelessly sitting on his legs from the other end as he does his best to control his breathing. “Y/N, your water is still—“

“Shh.” you raise a finger, wincing at the freezing cold water. He doesn’t try to argue and instead let you adjust, his fingers clawing at the rough fabric of his shorts as you scoot down, furthering your seating up onto his knees. “Phew, this does not get any easier.”

By now, König’s entire chest was red. Was it because he was holding his breath, was it because of anxiety, or was it because of his lieutenant sitting in his ice bath with him? Either way, he was about to jump out and run down the hallway in his shorts. Tension in his chest builds and builds enough for him to take his arms out of the water and instead rest them on the rim of the bath.

“This isn’t uncomfortable, is it?” you lock eyes with him as you slid down further, going far enough for your knees to come out of the water.

“Why’re you warming mine up, you’re going to melt all of my ice—“

“You don’t wanna share with me?”

“Yes, but—“

“Ah, I knew it. ‘Always wanting me around.” you tease, poking your foot into his belly. Your toe accidentally went directly into one of the chiseled abs that he apparently didn’t even have to work for. Before you can blink, your ankle is tight in his grip and you were unable to settle your feet down again, making your lips part in surprise.

The pair silently stare at each other with nervousness bubbling in their core but nothing happens, making the situation weirder. König doesn’t say anything and instead sighed and let your foot go, even tugging it back down into its original spot. König was a little timid in some areas but his confidence overshadowed it majority of the time. Don’t get him mistaken for some punk with anxiety because he’d only do the exact things everyone would tell him that he couldn’t.

You admired that about him.

A smile peaks at the edge of your lips whilst you settled your wet hands onto your knees. “Theres other ways to show off your strength. No need to get aggressive.”

He shakes his head and bent his neck back, seemingly forcing himself to relax a bit more as a heavy sigh escapes his lips. Admittedly, Lieutenant L/N was awfully stressful today. “I’m off to Mexico today. Would love for you to be there, König.”

Slowly, his head rises to fully look at you, eyes discreetly looking over your form in one quick motion.

“Are you sure you want me out there?”

“Positive. You’re quick on your feet… and I also just like you.”

The ice around you sloshes a little bit as König bristled and scoffed. “Yea right.”

“Sehe ich aus wie ein Lügner?” you dare, sitting up and placing your calloused hands onto his hairy shins, startling him into gripping the silver frame of the tub surrounding the two of you. Your chin comes down in a daring glare as he can only stare back, eyebrows pinched in a false angry expression.

trans: do I look like a liar?

“Setz dich.”

You shake your head, trying him further whilst climbing further. “I don’t take orders from you.”

“It’s best you get away from me,” König hesitates, fixing his posture in hopes of inching away from your bearing form. “If anyone walks in-”

“Oh shush,” you sit on the hardness of his shaped thighs. The air surrounding you swirled with tension and chill. A quiet buzz comes from the ice machine as König watched your palm come to cup his clothed cheek.

He can only stare in awe as a much more gentle look plagued your face. “I just wanted to show you, what I got.”

A jingle sounds off next to his ear as you pull your hand away. He comically tilts his head at the sight of a pendant dangling in front of his hidden face. It was in the shape of a heart and had an overall color of 3 red and white horizontal stripes on the front of it, the flag of austria. A childish grin splits your features as you twist your hand to display the carvings on the back of it.

"Your initials?" He reaches for it, slowly taking it out of your hand. "And yours," you slither back into your original seating, chin daring to dip under the icy water. Your movement cause some of the water to slosh out of the tub but still, König only stares at the gift in awe.

"Why?"

"I did say I like you, right?"

The pair share a look. Y/N was a little confusing sometimes but as in right now, König had no idea what they were thinking. Perhaps you had a change of heart and decided to get sentimental rather than teasing him as you were just mere seconds ago. Or maybe, you were afraid you'd die on this next mission. In his jittering heart, König hopes its not the latter.

"So keep it. Hook it next to your tags."

He watches you with a calculated look before clenching the small silver heart in his calloused palm. Your eyes fail to meet his, the shapes of the melting cubes now too interesting to take you away for a second.

"... So, what do I give you?"

In a snail like fashion, your cheeks round and tighten as a blush burns behind your skin. The feeling reminds you of one of the first memories you had as a child. König gave you that itchy feeling you'd get while laying in the grass and watching the sun disappear behind the horizon. The feeling is vivid enough to make you feel the spikey grass poking into your back as your head turns to watch the black and yellow little bees dance around a dandelion. Bliss was inevitable when it felt like home.

It'd been so many years since you've been back in your country but no matter what-- König made home follow you no matter the trip and no matter the gore you'd face in a mission. You've always face it together.

Behind your cold and wet chest, a heart sighs and smiles. If you had a pen and paper, you'd be able to write a thousand things you like and love about the man that was currently avoiding your gaze. His avoidant behavior was listed at #30, right next to 'The cute way he squints when he sneezes'... #31.

"You could give me a kiss."

"Actual."

"I'm serious, what makes you think I'd joke about that, huh?" You crawl back up his legs and comfortably settle onto his thighs. König lets out a sigh as he brought his hands into the water. They seem to levitate around your waist for a moment until your hands come to settle them right in the comfortable fold of your thigh and hip.

You're close enough to see the dramtic flicker of his eyelids. If he was to have a heartattack, you'd be discharged and investigated immediately. Probably even blamed for murder once they found that white notebook under your pillow. They'd find lines and lines of silly little notes that you did your best to turn into poetry, all in hopes that maybe someday when you and König weren't working-- that you'd read them to him and laugh about how dumb you sounded.

"You... want to kiss...?"

"Just one," you boop his nose through his mask, knowing how much he hates when you do that. He fails to start his usual thrashing though, probably too rattled to even remember what makes him angry and what didn't.

He shook his head and once it again let it fall back. "... My head hurts."

Ice bangs against the metal bin while you tug the wer veil, slowly bringing it up inch my inch until König's gentle face is on full display. The corner of your lip raised once you noticed the small pinch in his eyebrows. Around his small frown, he had brown stubble over his lip and down his jaw. Surely, you'd get the chance to see his full grown beard and maybe even complain about it-- like every couple experiences.

"It's been awhile."

"You saw my face yesterday."

"... It's been awhile," you tease.

Your thumb rubs the small hairs above his lip before dragging down to feel the length of his soft jaw. #14, the way he leans into my hands. A beat of silence passes whilst he watched the way your eyes softened with every second. A gentle look on a face that's so stoneish in the battle field... he thought you were the prettiest thing ever.

"I'm trying to figure out where I wanna kiss you," your brows jump, watching the way he subtly gulps at the sensation of your cold palm reaching up to the short brunete mess of his hair. "If I can only do it once... better choose wisely, huh?"

König raised his chin and looked you over with a small pinch still prominent in his shaggy brows. The look made goosebumps erupt up your spine.

"...Why once?"

You pause, now metting his eyes with an enlightened squint in your eyes. "What was that?"

The attempt to pick on him is once again an exhaust. He locks his jaw and looked down into the water, tapping his fingers against your thighs. It calms him down only the slightest. "König."

Your hand cups his jaw, raising it so that his brown eyes can meet yours. Even on the edge of his jaw, you can feel the heat the bursens his attempt with stoicism. Though his blush was the most prominent evidence of his fluster, there was also the fact that he'd been chewing the inside if his cheek for the entirety of your exchange.

"Can I kiss you?"

He nods with calculation and something tells you that the only reason he had that hard look in his eyes was because of your constant pranking and teasing. The idea was nearly laughable but you fight it and only settle it into a smile. #67, the way he suspects me... even though it's untrusty.

Almost too fast, you dip your head closer before slotting your lips against his. König almost startled but almost like an electric shock, he snaps out of it and kissed you back. He squeezes the softness of your thighs but he quickly corrected himself to move his hands to the end of your thighs, wanting to do all but make you uncomfortable in the slightest.

The moment you catch on, your heart blooms again, butterflies flood your stomach and head straight the the red hive in your chest. Even when you allow more, König could still be a gentleman.

You squeeze your eyes shut even tighter, not watching to kill the mood with your stupid emotions. The kiss is sauve and passionate, slow and intimate. His lips swallow yours with every tilt of your head and every pause of your movement. The two of you press against each other impossibly closer once his arms locked themselves behind your back and pushed your half nude form into his.

A gasp nearly escapes but not a single breathe evades him. Your lips lock and your tongue comes to tangle in the swim of your motion. To say that you were impressed by his skill, would be keeping it generous. Perhaps that thing Ghost said about the quiet ones was true.

The kiss lasts for a minute before König had to physically swivel his head to tear away from your lips. Suddenly self aware, you closely watch the way he has to compose himself. "Was that... okay?"

"More than," he instantly answered.

Still shy, you nod and lick your lips before scooting back into that familiar position from the start.

"... You're a pretty good kisser... by the way." The ice hit the metal bin as you shrug, feinging coolness while König did the same. His hands remained hidden beneath the water whilst you fidgeted with your head instead of facing the music of what you'd actually just done. Now what comes next was the discussion of what you two would be after this along with the long talk of how the relationship would work while on active duty. The possibility of König not wanting to take things that far does indeed create a dropping hill within your gut but still, you look forward to the goodness that could happen anyway.

"Thanks."

A soft smile spreads across your heated face before you're pointing to the veil hanging on the edge of the tub. "You may wanna... put that on. Bunch of rookies comin' in soon."

Owlishly, he blinked before a small 'oh' escaped his lips. He instantly reached for the fabric and did as suggested, feeling a sense of relief as he now had the chance to hide the emotions that were easiest to see.

Reason #678, the fact that he can't hide from me, no matter the cloth.

[eliecasa]

“my faves wouldn’t like me”

your soggy sad touch starved fave when you breathe in his direction:

[eliecasa]

warnings: mention of an attempted murder, suggestive, kinda abrupt ending

summary: before you got married, John had asked why you didn’t know your birthday. at the time, you couldn’t give him an answer but after a few years of pondering, you figured out what day you wanted it to be.

wrdcnt: 1.7K (maybe)

“Huh?” you dumbly blink, glancing between Laswell and Price. If you were being moved up a rank, that meant that you were seen as someone who was more skilled than everyone in the room and that was just more than bull. In response, the lady only nods with a proud grin on her face.

“Can’t say I expected you to excel ahead of me.” Soap folded his arms and chuckled. “Congrats Major, you’re the boss here.” Gaz gives you a lazy salut as Ghost merely nods. It’s not a sight for sore eyes but rather a sight to sore your eyes. “No way…”

The room quickly diverted into one that consisted of you asking questions and your teammates quickly answering them back with a sense of obviousness. You talk enough for you to thirst yourself and John is quick to notice, offering to go grab lunch with you. It takes a moment to convince you that you’re just overthinking it but it works at the mention of Italian sliders.

You walk with a slight sway in your step, prompting John to wrap an arm around your shoulders as the two of you turn into the canteen. “Reminds you of Urzikstan, doesn’t it?” you smile and roll your eyes. “Yes, I vaguely remember getting shot in the thigh, Captain, no need to blush.” He smiles, remembering how he had to carry you throughout the mission.

A hearty laugh escapes his chest and he finally let you stand for yourself one reaching the canteen. The clatter and chatter of the room is loud and bustling but the air between you two stayed still with a silence that begs to be broken. He thinks and thinks as you merely tilt your head, a conceited expression pinches your eyebrows together. “Having a hard time with me being Major, are you?”

His eyes finally tear from yours as he stammers and forces out a faint laugh, turning on his heels as he feigns interest in the environment around you. “No, I was just… making sure you’re not dizzy, that’s all.”

“Right.”

Teeth find your lip as you stifle a laugh. John was a solid and intelligent soldier but he was also just another man that acted as another other– besides the common douchebag trait that many of them shared. He could save your life but if you’re beautiful enough, he just may stutter and avoid your eyes afterwards. It was a trait that you noticed when you first joined and surprisingly, it never stopped. It tends to still happen at times like… now. The fact that you’re the reason that it still happens was beyond an ego boost. More-so a bonus in life.

“Hey–” he swivels, knocking you out of your daze and causing you to nod, prompting him to say what was on his mind. His arms cross and a curious look blends into his gruff features. “When I read your documents with ya’ I noticed something strange.”

“You calling me ugly?” you jest, punching him in the chest. He catches your hand, accidentally lacing your fingers together before your hands drop, leaving the moment to your imagination as he talks. “You’re gorgeous. But, you lack a birthday. Was that something you wanted to hide?”

Your eyebrows jump after hearing the word ‘birthday’.

“Well…no, I sadly don’t have a mysterious past like Simon Riley.”

The dramatic lightheadedness from earlier prompts you to settle a palm on the table. “Sit down, Y/N.” the man rounds you, reaching for your waist as you blush and allow it. Almost too gently, he settles you into a chair that he kicks out with his boot, smiling as you dramatically let out an old-timer grunt. “Thank you dear, you are just the sweetest.”

“Anytime.” he jests back, sitting across from you and crossing his arms on the small circle table. “So, what’s your deal?”

“I simply do not know my birthday.”

“...Why not?”

You shrug, blowing raspberries as you fall into thought. “Being an orphan all your life gets you nowhere and a wacky record.” He gives you a sympathetic nod and looks down at his hands, thinking of his next question. “No idea of your home country?”

In response, he gets a silent shake of your head. A long time ago, you were found on the dock of a fishermans property, seemingly unharmed and soundly as ever. Thankfully, whoever thought to abandon you was kind enough to drop you to a trusty person. Nobody is able to guess where you’re from and nobody would probably ever know. As for your birthday, you had your theories and assumptions. You were lucky enough to have a couple of friends in the forensics area of work that would humor you on what age you could be. They all said you were either (# close to price’s age) or (# farther from his age).

“Actually, I took a DNA test a couple years back.” He perks at your statement as you nod. “Yep, turns out I’m (...). Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm. Don’t be too jealous, you hear?” Blue and happy eyes follow your form as you stand to go get the food that you came for. But just as you were going to pass John, he called your name. You turn, a gentle look on your face.

“You should create a day for yourself… your birthday, I mean.”

A beat of silence stills the conversation but you’re back in motion, making your way back to the table. “How do you suggest I do it?”

“An anniversary. You’ve got memories, don’t ya’?”

Your lips part to tell him the truth but nothing comes out. You can only stand there with a tight look on your face. To say you’ve had a hard life would be an understatement. Maybe the happiest days for you are the ones that you’ve spent here with the man sitting down in front of you. But, you can’t tell him that so, you just nod and smile.

“Yes, Captain.”

3 YEARS LATER.

A car door slams, taking your attention away from the papers clasped in your hands. Knowing it could only be one person, you do your best to hurry to the side of the roof to see him. The roughness of the roof is loud and scrapes against your silky pajama pants as you kneel on the ledge, shouting down at the unknowing man.

“Hey!”

His head flies up in an instant, finding you gazing down at him with a dumb smile. The grocery bags in his hands drop to the black pavement as his lips part. “What are you doing up there, bambi?”

“It’s nice out, no reason to stay inside!”

The night ambience fills the beat of silence as he begins smiling at you, stupidly in love with everything that you do. Crickets chirp and the wind blows, wildly blowing your hair with the current as John bent down to retrieve the bags of food. “You know, you should’ve waited for me”

A guilty grin spreads over your face. Surely, you considered waiting a bit more until he’d be back with tonight's dinner but you’d been thinking about this for so long. It’s not like you haven’t been hinting at a surprise for the past week anyway. Saying little things like ‘I have something cool processing.’ and ‘You’re gonna regret eating my stuff in a week from now’ wasn’t the most subtle way to go around it but, you just couldn’t help yourself.

“No way! I have something to show you!”

“Really show me this time!”

“Promise!”

“Price.” he dares, playfully glaring at you from the ground.

“Babe, get your ass up here.”

He raises his hands. “Alright, alright, give me a second.”

The pair share a smirk before moving to meet at your bedroom balcony. He gets to the bedroom awfully quick, meaning that he didn’t even try putting the groceries away. Once he steps on the bench, you offer a hand to pull him up. Though he doesn’t need it, who is John to deny you the ego boost?

“Thank you, honey.”

“Of course, now, come on, I wanna show you.” You stand and walk to another part of the roof with his hand tight with yours. When there, he can see that you have two glasses of wine as well as the bottle sitting atop of a knitted blanket gifted by his mother.

That explains the stain, he thought while looking at the red splosh on the end of your pant leg. Instead of teasing you about your clumsiness, he made a sound of pleasant surprise, causing you to blush and dumbly grin. “What’s all this? Are you pregnant?”

“Yea right.”

He chuckled and pulled the two of you into a seat on the blanket. You fit comfortably between his legs and even sighed at the feeling of having him against you. Who knew that being with someone so consistently would never get tiring? From work partners to married lovers, and somehow not sick of each other yet.

“You remember back at headquarters? When I was promoted to Major?”

John hummed, rubbing the smooth skin of your arms up until one of his hands drifted to your shoulder and up to your neck. The heat that blooms across the skin he touches is enough to make you sigh and shiver. “Well…”

You stop talking but not on purpose.

His fingers wrap around your neck, rendering you silent as he pulls you tightly against his chest. It feels like summer when you raise your hand to palm his cheek, silently begging for him to keep up with the kisses that he presses against your jaw and cheek. A thought comes to mind but you’re unable to say it as he covers his mouth with yours in one slick motion. It doesn’t start off sweet nor did one of you even try to send that impression to one another. The taste of cheap wine melts on John’s tongue as it makes contact with yours, slick and slow, he kisses you. Your other hand gripped his knee through his jeans, bunching the fabric with a sense of urgency.

You can’t tell if you want him to keep going or to stop due to the amount of peering eyes that could come knocking on your door tomorrow morning. This neighborhood was extremely safe, which meant that there would be a neighborhood watch that always monitored and tracked everyone's moves. Sure, they mean no harm but man, could it become annoying?

Still, you allow a couple of more sensual swipes and kisses from his lips before wholly turning around without warning. He lingers but accepts it with a dramatic sigh that you can only giggle at. “You’ll have your time, but right now, check it out.”

His hand fell from your neck to grab the piece of paper that you slipped from underneath the blanket. “Your certificate?”

“Yea, big changes and shit.” you do a little dance before taking a generous sip of your wine.

Like a supportive husband always does, he laughs and rubs your shoulder a little bit before fully focusing on the paper. He’s quiet for a moment before a small ‘oh’ came out. “You got your nationality added.”

“Right? Keep looking.”

If you could, you’d probably be bouncing on your heels with excitement. Now, the crickets and the wind amplify in sound as your heart beats and beats against your ribcage.

“You… got a birthday added?”

and it momentarily stops.

“Yes.” you spin to sit on your knees, meeting the amusement in his blue eyes with just as much joy. Just as he was going to speak again, you tackle him into a hug and bursted into a fit of laughs and screeches. “Hold on, hold on, I didn’t get to see what day it was.”

“I chose (birthday)! I know you don’t remember what happened that day, but I do.” the smile on his face began to die at that last part. Guilt stabs at his chest and he frowns deeply. “I…”

“It’s okay, John.” you take your head off of his chest and trap his head in between your hands. “I wouldn’t have remembered if I didn’t write it down.”

His calloused palms find your thighs and his thumbs draw gentle circles on them. “What happened?”

“It was the day I got, this.” you pull the collar of your shirt, revealing a pitted and rigged scar that he was just rubbing on. It became a habit once the two of you got together and it always brought back a memory that just wasn’t the one that involved how you got the scar. It was always a random memory that you secretly held closely to your heart. Whether it be one of John or it be one of a random person taking care of you whilst you were an orphan— was not in your hands.

His silver-banded hand came up to brush over it, just barely hurting as you fully press his palm onto it. “I felt loved that day, you made me feel loved for once.”

“Y/N.”

“Out of all the people there, you were the only one that cared enough to come to the infirmary. I know you were just being a good teammate but I couldn’t help it…”

You trail off, shrugging in embarrassment as you recall your exact thought. “I thought you were handsome and I enjoyed the way you talked to me.”

Your eyes dart around his face for any sign of what he could be thinking but John only looks speechless and a little surprised. But then, the expression was quick to flicker into pure triumph.

“That was the day I knew I loved you.”

“WHAT?!” you squawk.

im like, so sorry for not posting💔 im stumped w life and i couldn’t finish my drafts but heEeeEy, i got this done!

[eliecasa]

Enjoy your new years guys!!! Whether you’re sitting in your room and eating ice cream or eating grapes under the table at a party, I just know this year will be great for you!!!

Good luck!!

[eliecasa]

dude your nye fic with simon (∩｡• ᦍ•｡)っ jaw agape. you're amazing, i absolutely adore your writing.

♡´･ᴗ･`♡ simon always has me kicking my feet and giggling. i will never stop writing fluff, im the biggest fluff addict. thank youuu:,))) i really appreciate it and you are so sweet 💔