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pokechbi · 9 months
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"I told you not to cum...Didn't I, schatz?"
just a random smut splurge that was on my mind ALL day
(konig x fem reader!)
NSFW !!! MDNI
WC: 1.1k
Fem anatomy used
Your hips spasm against his mouth, your thighs shaking violently as he pumped and curled a thick finger into your sopping pussy, sucking and flicking your clit relentlessly with his tongue. You let yourself in this predicament, sacrificing yourself just for a few seconds of pleasure, letting your orgasm overtake your body when he had specifically ordered you not to. Rookie mistake.
"Was it worth it, du kleine Schlampe?" (you little slut). He lifts from between the lips of your cunt, his lips and jaw soaked with your juices. He'd been down there for an hour and counting, just torturing you. Holding your hips down with his strong arm, the ropes of muscles under his skin flexing every time you moved. He'd quickly slap your clit with an open palm every time you pushed his head away, sending a jolt of electricity through your every nerve and paralyzing you, rendering your fights useless. The stubble on his jaw had rubbed your inner thighs raw, causing the skin to redden and puff with irritation. He looked up at you, eyes gleaming with dominance and power over you. He was loving this. And it sickened you. The thought of having another orgasm made you want to puke, cry, scream, pass out. Your body was spent, sweating heavily and feeling the muscles in your thighs and core burn with overexertion.
"Are you ready to apologize, meine liebe?" He asks, rising to your breasts. His searing breath graze your nipples. They were sore and raw, from him reaching his hand up and pinching the little buds between his fingers while he licked your slit relentlessly. In that moment, your brain was fuzzy, swirling from the multiple orgasms that rattled your soul. "B-but I couldn't hold i-ah!" You yelped as he slammed two of his thick fingers into you, resulting in a stomach-turning squelch that was music to his ears.
"Oh, schatz. Wrong answer. You wanted to cum so bad before, hm? Now I will make you cum until you can't fucking see straight" He grunted, his anger coming from the deep parts of his soul. He began slapping at your clit with an open palm, over and over, the pain causing a distinctive warmth to bubble in your core as your hips jerked with every slap. Tears ran down your cheeks, leaving a stain in their wakes as you fight the oncoming orgasm. You yell out in delicious pain as he pushes his cock into you, not giving you a second to adjust before pounding straight into your cervix. You see red when your eyes flutter closed, slurring and murmuring words from your lips.
"Scheiße, mein lieber, you feel so good. So swollen and wet, milking my fucking cum right out of me." (shit, my dear). He breathes, a throaty chuckle searing the skin of your ear. He grabs your knees, pushing them against your breasts as he pumps deeper into you, your walls swollen and tighter from his viscous, barbarian cock rubbing against them on and off for an hour and some time now. You hated that it felt good. You were on the brink of unconsciousness, but couldn't let go of the feeling of his swollen, throbbing dick meeting resistance against your bulgy, enticing walls. You let out a lazy moan, the sounds coming from you not recognizable to your usual timid whimpers and groans. You gripped the sheets beside you, Konig's hips not letting up as you came close to another orgasm. Your mouth hung open in silence, your voice too raspy and broken to moan anymore. He pressed his forehead against yours, slowing his pace and dragging the throbbing veins on his dick against every single nerve in your cunt. Your core contracts and spasms, another orgasm overtaking your very soul. You whimper quietly, not being able to make a noise as he presses his weight into your thighs, smushing your knees against your tits.
"Verdammter, schatz. Feels so good when your sweet little hole flutters around me like that, yes?" He says, a gentler tone in his voice giving you the pretense that he'll let up on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your lashes fluttering closed and open as you lay limply under him. You had no strength to even grip the sheets anymore, fighting to keep your eyes open as he began to cum himself. "Not gonna ask you again, love. Apologize." He slows his pace, looking down at you as you part your lips to speak.
" 'm sorry daddy. didn't mean 't cum when you..." You sigh heavily, your breath struggling to catch up with your heart. You didn't know if your body was capable of handling another orgasm, and you didn't want to find out. Konig was a big man, and he didn't even look close to tired as he hovered over you, a smug look on his handsome face.
"told me not to. 'm so sorry daddy." You cry, the tears falling down your face, onto the pillow below you. He leans down to your lips, planting a soft kiss on them. He peels the hair from your forehead, slick with sweat. "Such a good girl, schatz." He whispers, pulling out from you, the pressure in your core leaving as you lie there, your head spinning, thighs shaking. He leans between your thighs, pressing a soft kiss onto your swollen clit.
He stands up, smiling down at you as you sniffle. "Let me run my pretty girl a warm bath, yeah?" You nod your head lazily, feeling his thumb over your soft, swollen lips, puffy from crying.
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You sit between Konig's legs in the bath, your back to his chest as he scrubs your skin with your loofah. "I'm sorry, my darling. Look at you, can barely stay awake." You smile lazily, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth of the bath and his skin caress your naked form. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck softly. You rest your head on his chest, looking up at him through your lashes, half lidded with fatigue, and pure, raw love for the man who had just brutalized your very soul.
"I told you not to cum. Didn't I, schatz?"
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riverbutghost · 7 months
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He is much more older than you
part 2 here
“You might as well call me old man now, huh.”
Simon muttered and laughed half heartedly, but you didn’t. You didn’t like his comments on his age, because it reminded you that he was old. Sure he was older, much more older than you, but you didn’t care. You wanted him. Maybe it was toxic, maybe weird. Maybe you were fucked up in the head to want him like that. You didn’t care. You wanted him, not just his body. His tender eyes, soft touch…His deep voice would make your chest tighten.
“Well, happy birthday again sir.”
Smiling at him under your long eyelashes with an innocent expression, Simon clenched his jaw. He averted his eyes.
“Thank you, sweet girl.”
You bit your lip, suddenly feeling flushed at his comment.
“I bought you a gift, sir.”
Simon swallowed the lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure what you were doing to him. He didn’t want it, he was sure. But oh God, was it so delightful to want the forbidden.
“Oh,”
You gave him a small box, and he opened it after giving you a quick glance.
“Wow, beautiful.”
Simon muttered, mostly to himself. You had bought him a knife with a carving. It was your nick name, the one Simon would call you. Simon felt his heart clenching, his throat tingling. This wasn’t right. Why wasn’t it right? His soldier bought him a gift, that was all.
“You’ll never forget me now.”
You smiled at him, but he swallowed. Forgetting about you was the only thing that was right.
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“You can’t just keep fuckin’ do that, you hear me?!”
His deep voice rumbled, as he pushed you into the wall of his office. With tears streaming down your face, you pushed him off of you.
“I want you! I don’t car-“
“I’m 35 for fuck’s sake!! You’re not even 21 yet!”
You just sobbed unintentionally and dropped your eyes.
“I don’t care, Simon. Sir, please-“
“Stop it.”
He hissed through clenched teeth, his voice vibrating through his chest. You looked up at him, but his eyes were cold and distant. His hands took a hold of your chin and he gently rubbed it.
“I don’t want you. That’s it. Get a grip, or I’ll file a complaint. Understood, pretty girl?”
You nodded your head. Because there wasn’t anything you could do. But you weren’t going to stop. He would eventually cave in, you were sure.
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asgardswinter · 5 months
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Bfs <3
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ledgersmountain · 6 months
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i think everyone who is following the cod fandom at the moment knows what happened to dear inquisitor ghost, an incredible cosplayer who passed away from unfair and cruel causes.
one of his biggest dreams, besides cosplaying his favorite character, was to have his own in his favorite game!
here is a petition to make vincent's dream come true, his work will be recognized forever, he did what he loved rigorously, and he deserves to have his own character.
it's safe, and any amount is welcome! sign if you can 🖤
https://www.change.org/p/create-an-inquisitor-skin-in-call-of-duty-to-honor-his-memory
EDIT: we did it guys! i just saw it now and we did it!! inquisitor will have his skin on call of duty!
(RANDOM TAGS FOR MORE REACH)
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ghostismybbygorl · 6 months
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How 141 reacts to getting woken up
Ghost
G R U M P Y
He will probably tell you to fuck off
Will throw a pillow if you persist on waking him up
If your his partner he'll just groan and turn his back to you with a angry "noooo" he'll end up pulling you in bed for cuddles
Soap
Inaudible Scottish grumbling with this face
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Hes a drama queen waking up he'll wail and moan that he doesnt want to get up.
Has the be bribed food to get out of bed
Price
"HUH wWHAT?"
He jumps like ten feet when hes woken up.
"What are you waking me up for"
He immediately will get out of bed and get redy for the day
Gaz
Hes done with your bullshit already
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"No" and then he'll cover his head with the blanket and flick you off
He'll just glare at you until you leave and then lie back down and scroll on his phone until the last minute
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141-dickrider · 5 months
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🖤 cr: hestax_ 🖤 ~
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those back muscles 😮‍💨
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stayeudaemonia · 2 months
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⊹ ‧₊˚ john price with his shy, needy girl !!
horny thoughts :3
mdni, duh !!
john price who loves his timid girl that hides behind him when he orders for her
he loves when you fiddle with his thick, calloused fingers while he speaks to one of his teammates in his big “scary” voice
n when he uses those same fingers to drag out your orgasm, treating you like the good girl you are
he loves the way you bashfully grind on his thigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck, quiet mewls escaping your swollen lips :(
don’t even get him started on the way you bury your face in your hands as he teasingly licks your puffy pussy before kitten licking your throbbing clit !!
n the way his beard scratches at your poor sensitive thighs, n when he looks up at you, your juices in his facial hair
or when he finally slides his length in to the hilt n you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling into his chest with a squeal.
your always so ready to take him, for example when he took you to your favourite cafe n you pawed at his clothed cock until he took you into the men’s bathroom and fucked you senseless !!
the one time you’re up front how desperate n horny you are he teases you and eats you out for forty minutes, making you overstimulated and sobbing :(
but john loves his sweet girl 🤍 *dreamy sigh*
a/n: let’s ignore the fact i accidentally deleted the gaz oneshot i wrote earlier… i’m literally sobbing i didn’t mean to do that 😭 also i’m working on a simon riley oneshot n my masterlist !!
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spookiboogi · 1 year
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This would totally happen right
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inkarmatqq · 6 months
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He is
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senmiyaazx · 3 months
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what genre of ghost is this
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those eyes have seen some things
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(cat ghost not mine i js found it in my gallery)
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blingblong55 · 8 months
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Playing Dangerous- Keegan P. Russ NSFW
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F!Reader, P-in-V, unprotected sex, smut, MDNI, 18+, police officer!Keegan, f!ngering
Everybody knows I'm a good girl officer
A night routine by this point, you driving home alone so late. A suspicious police officer, doing a check-up routine on his usual route. He stops you once he notices that your taillight is not working. You, as always play the temptress when an officer stops you. You adjust your chest and look innocent yet seductive for whoever dares to stop you.
"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" he leans over, blue eyes looking into yours. "Well, no officer, but I'm sure you'll explain?" You look up at him, innocent voice yet hinting at more. "Well yes, your taillight seems to not be working, you'll have to make sure to get that fixed." There was more he wanted when he noticed how you leaned over and made sure your chest was showing.
"I won't get arrested over this, officer?" It is a sweet game to play innocent and a little stupid with men like him. He chuckles, "No, ma'am, although this is a warning, okay?"
"Will this be on some sort of record?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Can I do something to make sure it doesn't get there?"
He lets out a soft chuckle and makes sure to adjust his composure. "And what would that be, sugar?"
"Why don't we get in the back of your cop car, officer? and you can ask me anything you want, anything." You look up at him, with lust. You look at his left hand then smirk, "Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger."
"Want to be my girl for the night?" Just like that, he was hooked. Sex and being bored, what an exciting combination for you. You get out of your car and he leads you to his. He opens the back door and you both get in. You slowly unbutton his shirt, "What a bad officer." You begin to kiss his neck only for him to make sure your legs open up for him. He pushes your panties to the side and teases your entrance. You let out a soft moan and his trousers' bulge grows increasingly.
When you unzipped them and took his already hard cock out, the size surprised you, what a big man he is. "C'mon, sugar. You can take it, be a good girl for this officer, yeah?" His hands stroke your hair and you nod. "Obedient little thing," he says and slowly guides you to his tip.
Your tongue slicks and kisses the tip, earning soft moans from him. After that, you began to stroke his cock as you went back up to kiss him. He attempted to pull away but was unable to because of the undeniable attraction towards you. "I shouldn't," he mumbles in between kisses. "You already have me touching you, might as well enjoy." Your kisses trailed down to his jaw and neck.
He then moved you to straddle his hips, your panties tossed to the side of the back seat as you slowly pushed his tip further into your tight cunt. Keegan let out a soft gasp as he felt your insides, it took seconds for him to go deeper, letting you adjust to his size. His hand was on your back while the other reached your neck to hold you in place.
"You're going to ruin me, R/N" He whispers as he returns your neck kisses.
"Good, that's a good officer." Your hand was on his shoulder, your hips moving slowly. Keegan let out a quiet groan, his grip on the back of your neck tightening slightly. "Fuck, R/N, you really know how to treat a police officer," he whispers, his voice heavy with desire. You moan and push him deeper into the seat, he throws his head back and bites his lips as he tries to maintain control of himself. "R/N," He moans becoming shallow. "Please..." was all he could manage to say.
His large cock ruined your insides, moulding your wet cunt for his size. Most of himself couldn't fit inside of you, so you leaned a little forward and stroked what couldn't fit. You slightly bounce on his hips, and his fingers find their way to your clit and start to finger you, you let out a loud moan. What a sweet way to make you pay for making him get closer to cumming. His hand still gripping your neck the more you made him get closer.
It was unlike him to not have so much stamina but what a good pussy you must have. As he was also making you get closer to climaxing, you knew you had to make him cum at least a few more times. A man with his size and godly touches to your sweet cunt deserves more than cumming once.
"R/N," Keegan's voice faded as he groaned. his head tilted back once more, his body tensing up and freezing. He let out a loud gasp before collapsing back into the seat, his voice barely a whisper. "I, uh..." He giggled, his face and neck red in embarrassment. His cock still throbbing inside of you. "I'm- Sorry... I couldn't..." He panted, his chest rising and falling deeply as he caught his breath. His thick cum leaked down your thighs, he had cummed so much in you that it was all leaking.
But you weren't done, not after he left you wanting your climax. You placed his hand on your clit, "Make me cum, please" Your hips continued to move as he let out a whiny moan. As he rubbed your now throbbing clit, his neck kisses intensified. "Aren't you a handsome cop?" You smile then moan. "I could arrest you right now for that." He teased, his voice breaking as you continued to ride him. He was impatient and wanted to make you cum so you could only focus on him and his pleasures. You gasp, your hands on his knees and you lean back, watching him finger your cunt and fuck you with his massive cock. Cum still leaking from you.
You lean forward, legs trembling as he fucks his size into you. Your moans are so pornographic and only for his ears. "Fuck...fuck fuck fuck,..just like that..yes..I..fuck...ah...ahh." Your voice turned from soft moans to whimpers to loud moans. You gasp and then relax on his chest as he finally makes you cum, your juices mixing with his inside. He flicks your hardened nipples that are visible through your shirt, he bites them and then looks at you. So sensitive and still recovering.
You wanted to please him more, your hips moving once more, earning a moan from him. Keegan couldn't hide the moan, his eyes closing as he enjoyed such a moment. "Stop... Stop doing that." He muttered, his free hand reaching out to grab your chin.
"I can't handle it." He groaned. What a sensitive thing you had turned him into. You pace growing fast, his eyes shot open and he let out a loud groan. He tightened his hand around your chin, his fingers digging into your skin. "My girl, I will break..." He whispered. "Good, I want you to," you kiss his neck. Your pace continues, his cock on the verge of yet another orgasm. He whimpered loudly, his body tensing up and remaining still for a moment as you kissed his neck. His fingers dug in deeply as if he was using your chin as a coping mechanism.
"I- oh..." He started, his voice faded and breathy. "I might...fall too hard for you," he whispered. You lean in and whisper, "This is how I show my gratitude, officer." You reach for the part of his already sensitive cock that didn't fit in, and you stroke it. He breathed out heavily, his eyes closed and lips parted. What a mess you are making him. "You... you have no idea what you're doing," he whispered, his free hand reaching for your chest. "My... I'm losing control." And just like that, he came inside of you, filling you up for the next days to come, that's for sure.
Keegan's eyes fluttered open. He tried to reach for a word in response, but all he could do was sit there and whimper. He was completely out of control, unable to think of anything but the pleasure you brought him. In the heat of the moment, he didn't realize how tightly his hand was digging into your chin. You kiss his neck and lean into him, he holds you there, you both panting and resting. He kisses your forehead, his cum now dripping down your thighs to his. "You...you are a goddess, R/N." He whispers and strokes your hair.
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A/N: I needed big cock Keegan as much as @snowberrycherry did, so you are all now welcome. :)
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katz-chow · 9 months
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drunkenly in love
domestic life is a blessing whenever you’re around—even if it’s simon fetching you from the club your friends had convinced you to go to. with your charming looks it was easy to get drinks…finishing them all was a different story.
so here you are, being dragged and practically lifted into your shared home. you stumbled, the world being warped and taken from your feet. you grumbled “si, carry me…”. and like a good husband he did, pulling you into his arms and carrying into your shared bedroom.
you hum in content as he sets you down on the plush pillows. closing your eyes, you waited for a quick slumber to pass you. however, simon knew better than to leave you in your party outfit, you would kill him.
“come on, love. work with me here…” he whispered softly, wiggling your shoes off and letting them hit the hardwood. you grumble again, but sat up enough to get him to take off your shoes. he looked at you in triumph after they were off and stroked your cheek. “how about you tell me about your adventure, hmm?” he prompted to keep you awake, knowing you love to chatter.
he was right. a smile formed on your lips as you started. “there was a guy hitting on meeee” you giggle. he takes off your outfit. “he was like touching my arm and buying me drinks and everything!” you exaggerated, throwing your arms up. he grabs your wrist gently; your excitement isn’t helping him get you changed.
“is that so?” he said, only half listening. he was more focused on putting on your sweats and your (his) hoodie. afterwards, he carried you into the bathroom and settled you down on the countertop. you hand him your make up wipes and he started to wipe your face of the make up.
you smiled under his touch and closed your eyes. “yeahh…i made him buy drinks for the whole table!! and he did!” you said opening your eyes and gesturing all around.
simon stopped your hands. “and then what, love? what did you do?”
you giggle and lifted your left hand. “i showed him this! he looked a bit disappointed…”
the make up wipe was spoiled, but your skin was clean. now just for the skincare routine. “uh oh…he didn’t do anything rude right? you didn’t have to kill him?”
you handed him the first step to your routine and dragged your finger down the line of products, all stacked up together. “i’m not a killer, simon!” you crossed your arms and huffed falsely. “i’m a medic, duh.”
that was wrong. he has seen you kill, it’s in your job— and damn were you good at it. but as much as you killed, you also saved; that’s exactly how he met you too. he knew better than to argue with you. “oh of course not, you don’t kill people, i got it.”
“yeah exactly that. i couldn’t even kill it i wanted to!” serums were next to apply.
oh right, eye cream, yes. simon thought to himself as he chuckled and shakes his head. “silly girl…” he mumbled, applying the cooling cream to your closed eyes.
you got quiet for a bit when it was face oil time. you giggled though, couldn’t hold this back even if you were sober.
“what’s got you giggling like that, hmm?”
“nothing!” you said a bit too quick, hand almost shielding your face.
he took your wrist away from your face. “what is it, darling?”
“i like when…you call me…that.”
“call you what?”
“silly girl”
he laughs and kisses your forehead as he rubs in the moisturizer into your soft, slightly flushed face. whether the color present was due to your drunken state or his nickname for you was all up to debate. “you are my silly girl, always” he lifts you up and lays you down on the warmth of your shared bedding.
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riverbutghost · 1 month
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This is so me and my brother
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skytooru · 9 months
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KÖNIG - COD
currently having raging König brainrot,,,, haven’t drawn in forever so pls don’t judge
Only repost and share with credits
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Scarlet bullet | Simon Ghost Riley
summary: You take the bullet for Simon saving him from potential death during a mission going south, but he can’t forgive himself nor allow you to die for his sake.
warnings: Mentions of blood / gun violence / fluff / happy ending.
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The mission was going south.
Outnumbered and almost out of ammo, you couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario happening.
You had planned everything and all seemed well at first, but the enemy had the upper hand this time due to minor but fatal details, resulting in you retreating shamefully from the mission.
“Go Ghost! Start the car, I’ll cover you!” You screamed over the chaos that’s the battlefield.
He turned to look at you for a split second before almost spraining his neck turning in front of him and shooting another one down.
“Are you sure?”
“We have to retreat! We won’t make it, Ghost! Just go! GO!” You said frantically as time was running out. Hesitating in your domain could lead to failure, failure meant death, and neither of you could afford even more loss.
Guilt creeped up at him at the thought of leaving his teammate in danger, but one of you had to do it, and it was him. With one last hesitant look, Simon got up sprinting to the door, shoving his hands in the pockets of his cargos to rummage through and get the car keys.
You were busy executing everyone that got in your way or Simon’s, and as he was about to make it out the door, you spotted someone on the ground reaching for their gun and aiming it at Ghost. No words came out at the sight, your brain screamed at you to yell at him, warn him, do something to prevent it. However, silence took over you and you were glued to your place. A sight so shocking you almost felt like you were dreaming, even your eardrums gave up on you as the chaos behind you became a sound so faint that all you heard was constant ringing.
A deafening scream ripped through the air and that was enough to pull you back to reality.
With no ammo left, a voice hidden in the back of your head yelled at you to get in between Simon and the bullet, and with absolutely no hesitation your legs ached as they carried you with speed you didn’t even know you had in you, earning a bullet to your back that fogged your vision a bit and caused you to slow down, but you endured every little jab and sting urging you to stop since the thought of losing Simon alone was enough to put you through excruciating hurt better than any physical pain no matter how great it was.
His head spun around as he was running just as the bullet pierced through your delicate skin resting right in your left rib right under your heart.
To him the scene unraveled itself in slow motion, he saw you plunging with your life to protect his, he also saw your body hitting the ground with such force you stayed limp as a burgundy pool formed around you. “NO!” He screamed as he raised his gun shooting the enemy right between the eyes, but it was all too late.
He ran to you rapidly while angrily blasting his gun at everyone that entered his field of sight. “Widow! Don’t- Stay awake for me, sweet girl!” He picked you up frantically while making sure you both are safe and ran as fast as his trembling legs could to the car. He finally put your limp body down as carefully as he could in the passenger seat and ran to the steering wheel, driving to the safe cabin a couple of miles away from the location of the mission.
As he was driving he constantly and frantically turned to look at you every few seconds to make sure you’re breathing, and he kept his hand pressed on your wound to stop the bleeding, he’d spit reassuring words here and there hoping you’d hear them, but it was truly a comfort to nobody but himself. The whole car ride to the cabin he wondered why you’d do such a thing for him. He believed he wasn’t worthy of any sort of love or protection, and he scolded you the whole ride, you did hear some of it as you were drifting in and out of consciousness. He’d yell out things like “When would you stop making stupid decisions, kid?” or “I won’t forgive myself if you give up on me.” Everything else got drowned out by the beat of your own heart and the rush of blood pumping loudly in you ears.
You’d squeeze his hand slightly or groan faintly to let him know you’re still there, and each time he babbled on and on about how strong you are and that you’ll make it through this.
He stomped on the brakes as soon as you got there making you shriek in pain and discomfort, he murmured soft sorry’s and ran from his side to yours, carefully picking you up again and setting you on the then white couch, you were losing blood quickly and he didn’t know how long till evacuation would come and rescue you both, and letting you die for his sake wasn’t something he was planning on letting you do. So, with trembling hands he started taking off your gear and cutting your shirt so he could take out the bullets and stitch you up.
It took you an hour and twenty five minutes to gain consciousness again, and he was by your side every. single. second. He held your hand gently and caressed it with his thumb all while keeping his eyes on you the whole time, he felt as if you’d somehow die if he looked away. When you did wake up however, he was so ecstatic, and as soon as you raised your eyes to his he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and his gaze softened like it never has before.
“You’re so fucking reckless, widow.” He murmured, but he said it with such care and tenderness that you know he didn’t mean in a mean way, but in a “i-feel-guilty-and-i’m-worried-to-death-about-you” way.
You kept your silence and gripped his hand firmly in an attempt to comfort him.
“Seriously, you shouldn’t have, you could’ve died- I could’ve lost you.” You had never heard him talking to you this way before, or to anyone for that matter. Your lips parted involuntarily, suddenly feeling as dry as the Sahara desert, and you could’ve sworn Ghost's eyes flicked down to them for a moment. You rolled you eyes at him and gripped his hand even harder with the last bit of energy you had in you. “I’m not sorry, and I will do it again if I have to.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’d allow it, sergeant.” He chuckled.
“How about a thank you so much for saving my life? How about that?”
Ghost shook his head and smiled, genuinely smiled. He was used to your snarky remarks and witty replies, and a part of him relaxed hearing them again.
“Okay… here.” He snaked his rough arm as slowly and gently as he possibly could and turned you slightly to your side to inspect your wounds. His calloused fingertips gave friction against the blood pooling on the gauze. Hissing at the feeling, you gripped his shoulder a bit too harsh, “There you go, darling.” You felt a tingle whenever his hand came in contact with an area of your skin, his eyes held remorse and sorrow as he examined your reaction to his touch.
He didn’t notice you staring at him. He looked so godly and unbelievable under the moonlight you couldn’t bring your eyes to tear away from him. You knew it was wrong to feel such a way for your superior, but such feelings can’t be helped nor ignored.
“Why did you do it?” He asked as he draped the blanket over your shivering body.
“Hm?”
“Why did you save me?”
You felt a bit of sorrow at his question. You weakly raised your cold hand to his face, and hesitantly raised his mask just over his nose, and surprisingly enough, he didn’t object and let you do whatever you wanted. You gripped his cheek and caressed it, although the stubble did poke your skin a bit. You raised your eyes to his and silently gasped at how angelic he looked.
“You’re always there for everyone else but yourself, you’re extremely selfless and you don’t mind what you have to do or go through in order to help others, you’re way too harsh on yourself. So allow me to be there for you, allow others to help you, Simon. You deserve it, you deserve every good thing the world has to offer but you don’t realize it.”
He stayed silent for a few seconds, just soaking in your words. Although you weren’t expecting any reaction from him, you understood he wasn’t one for sympathy, but to your surprise, his hands clambered to hold your face as gently as he could, you lean into his hand and all you can do is admire him. You stayed like that for a few moments before he slid his hand down to your jaw and held your face upwards, his head lowered and your lips met in an overdue greeting. The world surrounding you all seemed to fade away and it was only you and him.
A wave of ecstasy rushed through you and you held him even closer than he already was, grasping at his shoulders, pulling his hair, sliding your hands down his chest, you did everything to savor that moment. It was messy, your foreheads and noses bumped a few times from how intense it was, you could also feel the blood from your cut up lips seeping into both your mouths but you didn’t care, all that consumed your mind was him, all of him.
You pull apart, your eyes flutter open and you make eye contact once again.
“You have no idea how much i’ve waited for that to happen.” He whispers.
The corners of your mouth lift in a soft smile at his words, “Why didn’t it happen sooner then?” You ask.
His thumb stopped caressing your cheek for a second, he started the motion again as he pondered deeply and took a moment to gather the right words before replying.
“Because i once was scared of loving you, now i’m terrified of not being able to do so.” He replied.
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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year
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Here what i think the call of duty civvy clothes would be
Ghost
Definitely tech-ware style and he's a boujee motherfucker too. everyone thinks he's very plain and simple until he rolls up in the Balenciaga shoes and antisocial social club hoodie
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Soap
👏🏻A👏🏻GRANOLA👏🏻HEAD👏🏻
He goes for comfort, flannels baggy pants he definitely the type to wear chacos with socks and pants
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Gaz
I feel like he dress very indie and skater guy type vibes
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Price
RUSTIC DAD CLOTHES
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Laswell
She'd definitely be like chic mom style clothes. She likes to look goid but also be comfortable
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Alejandro
SEXY COWBOY MOTHER FUCKERS AND I WONT CHANGE MY OPINION JUST HIM PULLIN UP IN THIS ATTIRE MY PANTIES ARE ON THE FLOOR
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Rudy
He'd kinda dresses chill casual more for comfort than style
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Graves
Just your average cardboard cutout of your southern redneck. And he only wears pit vipers
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König
I see him as very cottage core vibes. He wears ugly sweaters that his grandma makes him and majority of his pants are corduroys that are short for him due to his height
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horangi
He has a very sleek very professional style and of course he's got them red bottom dress shoes, a rolex, all the bougee shit
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