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[magneto-was-fucking-right]

Envy (Part 1)

Summary: Simon Riley's sleep is rudely interrupted by the commotion coming from next door, and this time, curiosity (and horniness) gets the best of him. Pairing: König x Reader (x Ghost) Word Count: 2.5k

Content Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!); Perv! behaviour (voyeurism); degrading vocabulary.

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It was three in the morning.

He knew that because he had checked his digital watch every two minutes during his agitated “rest” in the musty sleeping bag, spread across the filthy floor. He couldn’t sleep. The heat of the middle eastern countries didn’t quite affect him anymore, years of experience on the field forcing his body to grow accustomed to the ridiculous temperatures he had never experienced in England before. The mosquitoes couldn’t bother him either, since he seldom exposed his skin, his face covered with a light-material skull balaclava. His stiff shoulders and hardened back sometimes felt damaged beyond repair from the numerous nights spent on hardwood or concrete floors, a soft patch of dirt and grass if he was lucky, but his aching muscles weren’t the reason for his troubled sleep.

The continuous bang of the bed’s headboard against the wall was. And so were her moans. Simon Riley felt as he if was quickly spiraling into insanity as he shut his eyes tightly and feverishly tried to ignore the mattress’ springs, the slap of skin against skin, and the worst part of it, his desperate moans. He always felt a deep, sickening rage towards the Austrian soldier, as his pathetic little whines and obedient pleas echoed through the walls, begging her for more. More kisses, more skin, more wandering hands through her naked flesh and supple breasts. More pressure on her hand as she palmed him through his fatigues, or as she jerked off his length coated in her spit. Nasty slut, he thought bitterly every time he heard her dirty words, commanding him to comply to her fantasies “like a good boy”. He was angry when he heard her seduce him in the safehouse once more. He was furious because he knew she must do it on purpose. She had to. There was no way she didn’t when she knew Simon would be sleeping right next door, that she was a loud fuck and so was he, because who wouldn’t be loud when she was riding it that good and that deep. She wanted him to hear it. She wanted him to think and dream about it. Simon was sure of it.

And therefore, when he had gotten in his sleeping bag to prepare for a few hours of rest, he hadn’t even tried to fall asleep because he knew it would happen again. She always used the same tactics with König: she went for a shower in the old house’s low pressure tepid water and a bar of Dove soap that Simon definitely hadn’t sneaked a whiff from before, making it clear that he was to watch her six. But he always got to watch more than that, as she usually left the door open. Simon knew this because he had once heard the naïve colonel warn her that she had forgotten to lock it, to which she had responded only with an amused giggle. How stupid can he be, Simon had grinded his teeth throughout the whole interaction. Then, as the door to the room was closed in a very clear failed attempt at some sort of privacy, the smothered laughter began, followed by unclear mumblings in German, and soon enough, sighs and whimpers. He folded so easily, Simon thought. He tried to convince himself that he wouldn’t have, that he would’ve given her a harder time trying to get him laid. That he would make her beg him to fuck her before he even took her clothes off.

But the truth was, every time one of her delicious moans travelled through the walls, or a slightly opened door, he was immediately fighting back a raging boner that ached to be relieved through her touch. It was once again the case. He palmed himself through his pants in the sleeping bag, cursing them out as he wondered how long they would take this time. Usually, König came rather quickly. Loudly too. Sometimes inside, sometimes on her tits and her open mouth (he knew this was her favorite because it made her moan like a whore the entire time), and sometimes on himself, as she forced him to run his fingers over his soiled abdomen and suck them clean. What a pathetic fuck, he thought.

He knew she was riding him this time because she always set a frantic pace, that despite her best efforts didn’t match the speed to which the Austrian could plow into her from bellow if he wished to. Bang, bang, bang, bang – the poor wall kept being beaten over and over again, and he heard his usual plea.

“Please Schatz, I can’t hold it for much longer.”

“Of course you can König, you’re such a good boy.” She grunted in between panting, the wet slaps slowing down to a passionate grind.

Simon gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to peek, because maybe, just maybe…he had carved a hole with his knife in the weak cement wall that morning in preparation, just small enough to provide him with a little tease if the two lovers decided to get down and dirty once again. It’s so wrong, he fought himself mentally. Fucking hell, what’s wrong with me?

But all he could think about were the sounds of humanity’s most primal, animalistic instincts that flooded from next door and clouded his mind in a sex-drunken haze of languid desire. I need to see. Just once, just out of curiosity, and then I’ll be able to sleep, he tried to convince himself as he roughly got up from the sleeping bag and carefully moved to the area of the wall where he had shaped the peephole. He felt his cock twitch in his briefs, painfully hard.

There she was, sat on top of him in full glory, her round breasts on his face as he suckled on both of her nipples at the same time, his large hands pushing the fat of her tits together. Simon didn’t know where to look at first. His mind couldn’t quite process the wholeness of her fully naked body, at last obtaining answers to the curious questions of his lustful mind: as he had so often wondered about, her body was deliciously curvy and supple, her pubis covered in soft curls trimmed to perfection and her wet cunt sunk halfway König’s large cock. He could see scars in her abdomen and right shoulder, most likely old combat wounds that she had luckily gotten away with. Her hair was messy from the Austrian’s passionate touches, giving her a natural erotic aura that seemed to linger all around her and the way she moved so confidently on top of him. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin gleaming with sweat from the physical effort of both riding König and taking the slightly painful stretch of his thick shaft. Simon had to give it to him, the man was built like a fucking Greek god, with firm muscles all the way down to his navel. Her hands roamed his body freely and it seemed to make her feral: once she reached his perfectly built abdomen she bit her lip, pushing him away from her breasts and forcing him to lay flat on his back once again, before returning to her killer pace.

“Break is over big guy. Your face looks too good to be hiding in my tits.” He whimpered at her comment, blushing profusely as her breasts bounced on top of him once again, now covered in his own saliva.

“I-I won’t last, Schatz.” He warned, breathing heavily and holding on to her hips for dear life.

Ghost couldn’t take his eyes off her, dipping his hand on his briefs and slowly pumping himself to the view.

A mischievous smirk spread across her angelic features as she rode him faster, bringing him to the brink of a bed shattering orgasm, “Yes you will, my sweet.” She observed his face attentively, looking for the little nose scrunch he did every time he was about to cum. It was much easier to know now that he was comfortable enough to leave the hood that usually covered his face right next to the pile of his clothes. Once she saw it, she halted her actions completely, pulling herself off him, disconnecting their bodies and making him grunt in frustration. “Sei ein guter Junge, König” (Be a good boy, König), she commanded, making his cock twitch as he heard his native tongue.

Simon’s insides were burning with envy, wishing he would be given the chance to correct her bratty attitude, dominating her into submission. How he longed to sink into her slowly, feeling the warmth and wetness of her cunt, stretching her open inch by inch until she was a moaning and begging mess. His hand moved faster on his cock, but for now, all he could do was watch as she kissed the Austrian passionately on the lips, before moving down his body slowly, a trail of wet kisses all the way from his neck, which she had filled with hickeys and love bites, to his groin, his cock twitching against her cheek.

“If I put you in my mouth, will you behave and not cum until I tell you to?” She teased, holding his fat cock in one hand and gently cradling his heavy balls with the other. Simon gritted his teeth once again, fighting the urge to reply “Yes” himself.

“Ja Schatz. I promise, I do, I promise.” König’s eyes were shut, most likely trying to think of unerotic things that would help him hold on for a little longer, but once her tongue gave a wet lick from his balls all the way to the tip of the head he was done for, whimpering in pleasure as she worked the best sloppy blowjob of his life.

Simon pumped himself so much harder now at the sight of her head bobbing up and down as she progressively took more and more of the man’s cock, that he was fighting his own orgasm, bound to happen at any moment. He watched as she languidly sucked on König’s pink tip like a lollipop, saliva running down his veiny shaft and coating her chin and lips, as she hummed with her eyes closed.

“You taste like me” She moaned, since he had been inside of her only a few minutes ago. König moaned as she deepthroated him expertly, chocking slightly on his girth, tears in her eyes as she went all the way to the base, before coming back up and coughing. He fisted the sheets roughly and mumbled gibberish in German as she repeated the process over and over again, interrupting it only to suck on his balls once and again, making sure they weren’t neglected.

“I-I’m gonna…” He interjected, forcefully holding her hand away from his shaft as he almost came without permission. She removed her mouth from his cock, smirking.

“I won’t torture you any longer, baby. You’ve been so good to me today. I’ll let you cum, but inside of me.” She whispered softly and Simon’s body shuddered involuntarily as he watched, trying to hold off his climax. He felt as flustered and horny as when he watched his first porno, almost completely overwhelmed by his instincts that wouldn’t allow him to think properly.

And then something unexpected happened. She looked right at him through the hole in the wall. Simon held his breath, his heart racing as he halted his movements, his hand still inside his briefs. She can’t possibly see me. He reasoned with himself. They had the small light on the nightstand on, but the room in which Simon “slept” in was in total darkness. He had positioned the peephole very carefully, in a part of the wall with several other smaller holes that the safehouse had sustained from its abandonment. How had she noticed?

He was frozen in place, and she smiled innocently, before laying belly down on the bed, faced turned to him and her round ass perked up in the air. She sucked on her fingers softly, with her eyes closed, before spitting on them and moving her hand back, coating her folds generously to make sure she was well lubricated once again. Simon couldn’t breathe as König moved behind her, sinking back into her with the weak whimper of a man desperate for release. Simon restarted his movements on his cock, staring back at her eagerly, as if in a trance. He could see every change of her expression, every scrunch of her nose and tremble of her lips as the Austrian rammed her from behind roughly (still not roughly enough for his taste, but he couldn’t exactly go on giving him instructions from behind the wall). She moaned and whimpered and screamed, the depraved sounds of wet skin slapping as König’s heavy balls hit her clit with every slam of their hips.

Ghost let out a shaky breath as he was close too, and strangely enough, seeing her face contort in pleasure was getting him off much harder than seeing the way her ass recoiled with the power of König’s strokes, his large hands tightly secured against her hips. Her eyes still looked so innocent, even as she arched her back like a slut and drool fell from open mouth as she rode her cock-drunken haze.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” She cried out, her eyes tightly shut as her hand moved to rub her clit quickly as König pulled on her hair softly “Don’t stop!” she whimpered in a broken voice as she felt him hit that sweet spot inside of her. Simon felt sweat dribble on his forehead under the balaclava, his wrist aching from his continuous ministrations. König let out a deep guttural moan as he felt her clench around him, her body shuddering uncontrollably as she orgasmed, her cunt squeezing his cock and milking him for all he got. She let out a muffled scream as she buried her face on her bed sheets. Simon couldn’t contain a low moan as he felt himself soil his pants, a ridiculous amount of white, sticky fluid pooling in his briefs and soaking though his pants. König had come at the same time, his pace faltering as his hips slammed against her two more times before he buried himself as deep as possible and moaned loudly, feeling his warm seed fill her to the brim. He lay his body on top of hers momentarily, kissing the top of her head tenderly and then her back.

When she finally opened her eyes, still panting and recovering from the high, she looked at the hole again, smiling mischievously. She got on her knees, turning to König, behind her, and kissing him softly, purposefully arching her back slightly and allowing Simon the perfect view of her spent pussy, still swollen and dripping cum onto her thighs. His hand pressed harshly against the wall. How he wished he could’ve been the one making that mess. How he wished he could be the one to ruin her.

As it turned out; he wouldn’t have to wait very long…

A/N: you guys wouldn't believe how many imagines I have on my laptop that I'm either too lazy to finish or don't consider good enough to post :'). I'm trying to get my work out there more often so you guys get to enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. Do reblog if you can and let me know if you'd like to be tagged for the two upcoming parts, which will include smut with Ghost x reader and finally Ghost x reader x Konig!

[minihotdog]

Locked Out On Valentine's (Ending: You took the tea)

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

C/W: Smut, unprotected P in V, sexist-type humor, size kink

Word Count: 3k

Previous part

“You want some tea, love?”

***

You’re now sitting at the small round dinner table watching as he tilts the kettle into the mugs. He walks the mugs over to the table and sits across from you.

“Didn’t have anyone to stay with, did you?” He asks before taking a sip.

“I sure didn’t. Everyone is still avoiding me like the plague.” You stare down at the mug. 

“It’ll end soon.” He wipes his bottom lip with his thumb. The action catches your attention and he doesn’t miss the sparkle in your eyes. For a stone-cold man, he sure was catching himself smirking a lot tonight. 

“When I showed up to my first unit I got the same, and the unit after that.” The two of you drink simultaneously.

“What? They ignored you?”

“No,” He chuckles softly. “My first unit, they held me down and branded me with a shite-looking coat of arms made from a wire clothes hanger.”

You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand.

“What?! Where?!”

“My bum.”

You snort, “I’m sorry, that’s not funny.” You cover your face with your hands. His shoulders rise and fall with soft laughter.

“It is a little.”

“Did they ever get in trouble? Reprimanded?”

“Never told anyone, ran into them at my next unit and pummeled them into the ground.”

“Bravo!” You celebrate with your hands in the air. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Then I was disciplined for the beatin’ they got but it was worth it.”

“I agree, they had it coming.”

You take another gulp of your tea enjoying the spread of warmth inside of you.

“You’re quite fond of trouble.” He states flatly. You still, squinting at him in suspicion.

“What makes you say that?”

“Your files,” He raises his eyebrows at you. “Lengthy history of discipline, being reprimanded.”

You hum in response. “Is that the word on the street?”

He grins, his hand coming up to stroke his stubble before he sits back with his arms crossed looking at you. You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I’ve gotten in trouble a couple of times in my career, what about it?”

“How long have you been in?”

“Five years.”

“You’re tellin’ me that you’ve been reprimanded nearly every single year you’ve been in?” He now leans on the table looking over at you with a dumbfounded look.

“Shit happens, I have no problem taking responsibility for it.”

“I didn’t take you for the type to cause trouble.”

“I’m not, I just don’t have the grace other people do. I do something stupid and get caught immediately.”

“You’re right about that. You’re a naughty one, for sure.” He says before downing the remaining liquid in his mug.

He smirks to himself letting his eyes roam over your shoulders.

"I heard that boyfriend of yours was a calvary bum." He pokes, changing the subject. 

You "tsk" at him. Once everyone found out about your now ex-boyfriend they never let you live it down.

"What's his job got to do with anything?"

Simon shrugs, feigning ignorance, “Assumed a woman like you preferred men, that’s all.”

“Oh, hush!” You bite back a laugh refusing to meet his eyes. 

“I bet he cried like a child at the thought of going to the field.”

“That’s enough out of you!” You reach over the table to cover his mouth. He fights you off taking your wrists in his hands. He stands and walks to your side of the table gently pulling up by the wrists. His massive frame takes most of your view, you can’t help but feel anxiety pool in your stomach having him tower over you.

“Poor bird, spendin’ her nights with half a man. Bet he didn’t have a clue what he was doin’.”

The warmth you felt from the tea was traveling up to your cheeks. He was so close you could smell the rich cologne in his skin. His hands were so rough but warm on your pulse. 

Your eyes focus on his lips.

“Did he?” The gravel of his voice makes a shiver run through your spine. You gulp before responding.

”He was… enthusiastic.”

Simon laughs hoarsely, “Enthusiastic?” He enunciates with a shit-eating grin.

”Why is my sex life a topic of conversation to my Lt.?” You suddenly get some courage.

”You think I haven’t noticed you droolin’ over me, love. Peakin’ at me from afar. Now you show up to my flat with your tits fallin’ out of your top, your bare ass out, and a broken heart from some lad not worth the air he breathes.” He drops his head forcing you to meet his eyes. “Quite the coincidence, innit?”

”I think it’s more of a happy coincid-“ He breaks your sentence off catching your lips with his. Your brain pushes you out of your frozen state and the two of you begin moving in unison. He slowly releases your wrists and moves his hands to your waist. Your hands run down his chest.

He deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue past your lips. You moan softly as his tongue plays with yours. He pulls you against him, one hand over yours on his chest the other at the small of your back. You feel lightheaded, not in a bad way, quite the opposite. You’d fantasized about your Lt. plenty of times, his touch, the scars he hid beneath his army green top, the way his lips felt - come to find out they were soft, unlike the rest of him. His hands keep setting you ablaze when they touch your skin, the callouses nearly make your eyes roll back.

He growls into the kiss, tearing himself away from you. His arms wrap around the back of your thighs and you grab onto his shoulders. He lifts and places you on the table, forcing himself between your legs. He bites at your neck, pulling you into him. You grip the table feeling as if you could slide off at any second. 

He eats up every single gasp he gets out of you. His teeth graze your collar bone and he sucks on the sensitive skin. Your nails run over his scalp down to the back of his neck drawing a groan from him.

He stops for a moment to let you catch your breath.

”You want this, love?” He leans his forehead against yours looking into your eyes.

“God, yes!” You exasperate. 

He chuckles, still looking into your eyes.

”Hold on.”

”What do you-“ 

You squeal as he lifts you off the table and rushes to wrap your arms around his neck. You rest your head on his neck relishing in the feeling of his body against yours. Warmth radiated off of him like a furnace, the feel of his skin so addictive.

He carries you to the couch placing his knee on the cushions before gently placing you on your back. He follows you down and your hands run down his bare back.

He supports himself with one arm, the other trails down to your aching core, cupping the mound. He lets out a ragged breath once he feels the heat burning through you. He moves to pull your shorts off, dragging them up your legs and tossing them off to the side.

”Fuckin’ hell,” He groans at the sight of your bare pussy. “Such a bad girl walking around without knickers.”

He gives you one last hypnotizing kiss before brushing his lips in between your breasts. He kisses each one and carries on down your stomach and lands right above your clit.

You panic inside, you prop yourself up on your elbows, “Lt.”

”Fuck’s sake, love. As much as I love hearin’ you call me that, say my name, will you?” He laughs light-heartedly. You smile behind your hand trying not to break out in giggles. 

“What is it?” His eyebrows pull together.

”You don’t have to do that if you don’t want.”

”Eat you out?” He looks at you confused.

You nod slowly, embarrassed at the question.

He “Tsks” at you lowering himself once again while muttering something along the lines of, “Calvary muppet took the fun out of pussy, didn’t he?”

”I’m serious! You don’t have to!” You spit out frantically.

“Shut up, doll.”

He licks a stripe up your cunt and moans softly to himself. Your lips part in disbelief. He slowly laps at your clit and you lower yourself onto your back. He decides not to work you too fast yet, scared you’d pass out after being neglected by that dumb bloke for so long. 

You whine softly, legs already shaking. He wraps his arms around your thighs and presses them against his head.

He gently sucks on your clit and your hand shoots down to his head. The feeling of you tugging one his short locs encourages him to speed up. His lips wrap around your clit and toys with it as he pleases. The pace causes you to clamp your thighs around his head on your own.

Moans pour from your lips as your back arches. His hands stroke your thighs as you restrain yourself from pushing his head down further.

”Simon! Oh god!” Your mouth hangs open. You look down at him and nearly orgasm seeing him between your legs. His eyes are blown out, his thumb caresses your skin.

He lets go of one thigh and his fingers tap at your entrance gathering your wetness. He pushes two of his fingers inside you and your head falls back. Your vision goes fuzzy and you clamp your eyes shut. His fingers pump into you hitting your g-spot each time.

Your hand flies to your mouth and you let out a high-pitched moan. You chant his name tightening around his fingers. He feels your walls clamp down and continues pumping letting you ride it out. Your hips twitch, your thighs trap him where he is. 

He waits until you go limp to pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

”Fuck, you made a mess.” He groans. He climbs above you and peppers your face with kisses. “Was that alright, love?” 

You open your eyes to meet his, all you can do is nod unable to trust yourself to talk. He smirks at you, proud of himself for leaving you in such a state.

”You think you can take me, love, or do you need some time?”

”Want you so bad,” You whine out.

He lowers his head for a chaste kiss and pulls himself up onto his feet. He drops his sweats revealing the thick muscle of his thighs. His cock slaps his thigh as he throws his sweats onto the floor, the weight of it keeping it down. Your eyes meet his member and a wave of nervousness comes over you. His length was impressive but the thickness was your biggest concern. 

“Hey! You weren’t wearing underwear either, hypocrite!”

He rolls his eyes at you with a smile. A sight so beautiful you can’t help but smile back.

He takes his earlier position above you and aligns himself with your entrance. He looks up at you and you feel his tip poking into you already.

”Ready, doll?”

You nod at him.

”Say it.” He whispers.

”I-I’m ready.”

”Alright then.” He nudges your forehead with his before the two of you look down to watch the sinful show of him slowly sliding into you. You gasp, hands going to his back. He moves at a snail’s pace letting you adjust as he goes. He cradles your head, forehead against yours trying to keep his breathing steady.

”Ah, tight little thing.” He rasps out.

Your mouth hangs open, your nails digging into his skin, legs hugging his waist once he fills you to the hilt. He waits a moment before slowly sliding out halfway and bringing himself back to the same depth. Your whines draw out. His tip hits the deepest parts of you so well that you nearly begin drooling.

He examines your face for any sign of discomfort before nudging your neck with his nose. He begins with a moderate pace as he kisses along your jaw. You wrap your arms around him, fingers running over the buzzed hair at the back of his head. 

The stretch from his cock stings slightly, the overwhelming pleasure sending tingles through your bones making it hard to notice. He continues rocking his hips into yours letting you enjoy the feel of him without anything too overwhelming. You mewl into his ear as he stretches you over and over.

”Fuck, so good,” You whine.

His hand comes down to grip your breast, his thumb playing with your nipple, circling it gently. He slides his legs up kneeling with you in between his thighs. He stops, letting you catch your breath and he sucks your nipple into his mouth. He suckles the nub, playing with it with his warm tongue. He thumbs your clit as he treats the nub like a candy. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you down onto his cock, dragging you down the cushions fucking you onto him for a while. 

He angles his hips to hit all the right places, your cunt throbs around him when he hits your g-spot head on causing you to gasp.

”Oh fuck! Right there!” Your hands cling onto his forearms for dear life as he goes on to hit the spot repeatedly until it nearly hurts. His pubic bone rubs against your clit with every thrust. He picks up his pace, throttling that poor little sensitive spot. Your back arches painfully. He takes advantage of it and throws his hand under your waist keeping you in the position swinging you down to meet his thrusts.

He stuffs you with his cock relentlessly. You become a mess beneath him struggling to get words out, just high-pitched moans filling the room.

”God! Oh god!” 

“He’s not here, love. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.” He orders.

The feeling grows inside you pulling the air from your lungs. He nips the skin below your breasts and licks a stripe between them to your neck. Your pussy flutters around him before you fall deep into euphoria, his name pours from you. Your ears ring and eyes wire themselves shut as you clamp down around him. Tears pour from your eyes involuntarily. 

The sequence of flutters pulls him back into you making it too difficult to pull out too far. He buries his head in your chest as he’s pulled over the edge. He moans into your skin as your body sucks him back in, milking him so hard he blinks trying to rid himself of the fog. He begins spilling into you, his white hot streams shooting out at high velocity. He paints your walls so thoroughly that you feel his cock twitching with every spasm. 

His cum spills out of you not having any more room to fill. You gush around him and he quietly gasps. 

The two of you stay like this for what could’ve been an eternity. The post-orgasmic haze engulfs the both of you. He keeps himself inside and lowers himself onto his side, dragging you with him, throwing your leg over his hip. He pulls you into his sweaty heaving chest and kisses your forehead. 

He feels a wetness on his thumb and pulls back, wiping away your tears.

”What’s happened, Y/n?” He asks, concerned. “Did I hurt you?” He moves to pull himself out of you and you grab him, bringing him to a stop. “You’re crying, love.”

”That was amazing.” You mumble, eyes struggling to open.

”You cryin’ because it was good?” He laughs, a big goofy smile plasters itself on his face. You force your eyes open to peek at him. 

“You smile so pretty.”

He pulls you back to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you.

”Thank you, love.” You could still hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s get you cleaned up and put to bed, yeah?”

”Too sleepy.” You complain.

”It’s alright, I’ll take care of you.” Against your protests, he lifts himself slowly and positions himself to pull out of you. He gives you a single nudge with his cock still sheathed and you nearly purr. 

He pulls out slowly.

”Jesus, I’m gonna need a new couch.” He mutters. His cum spills from you, his eyes glued to your core watching it slowly pour out. His cock twitches and he has to look away. There was no way you were in shape for another round. Thankfully the memory was burned into his mind - the best thing he’d ever seen, next to you of course. 

He lets you know he’ll be back and you hear water rushing down the hall. He returns moments later and slides his hands under you.

”Bath time,” He says in a sing-song-y voice. You giggle, lacing your fingers behind his neck. He lifts you in his arms and looks into your eyes. “You were wonderful.” He pecks your lips and carries you off to his bathroom placing you in the bathtub before sliding in behind you.

”I don’t have a hair tie but I’ll try with some string,” He says mostly to himself. The warm water only reaches your belly button, once he slides behind you it rises a few inches. He wraps your hair into a funny-looking bun and ties it with the piece of string he found.

” Ta-da.” 

“Thank you, Simon.” You say sweetly leaning back against him. He holds you against him and you feel something poke into your back.

”Sorry, love. It’ll go down, I don’t expect you to stay awake long enough for another one.”

You moan in response and sigh letting the water nearly lull you to sleep. 

“Wait,” you breathe out. “Does me saying your name turn you on?”

He doesn’t respond. You try to look up at him but he tightens his hold not wanting you to see the red spawning over his face.

”Siiiiimon”

”Oh, hush.” He imitates your voice.

”Hey!”

He grabs his loofa and begins lathering you in bubbles.

”C’mon, I wanna get you in bed before you fall asleep.”

He cleans every bit of you, focusing on your breasts because no matter how much he denied it at that moment, he was still a dog. He hands you a bath bomb that he saved in case he ever had a special someone stay over and let you watch it fizz up as he cleans himself.

He dries you off and plops you down on his massive bed wearing his t-shirt. By the time he throws on his boxers you’re fast asleep under the covers, engulfed in his scent.

He slides next to you pulling you into his arms. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and whispers into your hair, “You’re mine now, doll. All mine.”

[yippeerrrs]

Ghost as your boyfriend

HEHAHHDHA (help me my crippling insomnia) This is all fluff btw mwamwa

Would deny everything when he first found out he had feelings for you, but you both knew. You just noticed his stare lingering on you longer than usual.

Would take MONTHS to ask you out, probably brings you your favorite flowers too.

When you accept he is in UTTER disbelief.

"I'll protect you forever."

He'd get closer and closer to you every day, to the point where he'd be comfortable without his mask when around you.

When he sees someone staring at you mans would pull you closer by your waist and give that man a stare.

Lowkey relationship but not private, like people know you two are dating but you're not all lovey dovey in public.

Loves when you shower him with kisses, especially when you hug him by his neck while you sit on his lap, man goes FERAL.

Hugs you tightly when you guys sleep, he doesnt mean to but he just really doesnt wanna let you go.

When he sleeps with you it's like his nightmares almost vanish and all his dreams are of you two retiring and living in a comfy house.

Man would be your personal shield in fights. Would always keep you near him at all times.

Drives extra carefully when you're around and the others notice, but they don't DARE to say anything. (Lmao pussies)

You would catch him staring at you most of the time, he just wants to memorize everything about you, incase something bad happens.

He would give you his hoodies and t-shirts to wear, just so that people know you guys are together.

Hella protective, he's always in the same room with you in the base.

Would watch you sleep, mostly because he cant sleep or isnt sleepy so he just watches you, sometimes caressing your hair and cheeks and watching you unconsciously smile just warms his heart.

Uses you as a weighted blanket fr, loves how warm it is when you're on him.

He would go with you during holiday breaks, not having a family to go back home to.

He cant help but feel warm inside and happy when your family accepts him into the fam, he'll promise to keep you safe forever.

[dracobrooklyn]

Assassin!Ghost x Princess!Reader

|| MDNI || 18+

CW: A bit of age gap, seduction, a lot of sexual intercourse.

After watching this video I was like… this is Ghost coded. The way he was hired to kill the princess and found a way to get close as your body guard. He has a name but he gives it as only ghost. How he stays close to you, finds perfect routes maybe to get you alone to strike you down and get his earn gold for the reward.

But why is he hesitating on killing you? Is it because he feels bad for the naive princess that is always kind to him, how you greet him every morning. Says thank you when he carrys you across a nasty mud puddle so your dress does not get dirty, how you acknowledges his presence to everyone, talking highly of him. God damn this, he had to kill you… or else he might be going soft.

And to the point where he was gonna do it that night, where he was gonna stab you and be done with it, but you weren’t in your room. He looked for you everywhere… to find you dancing alone by yourself in the grand hall. You captured his breath… he… was in love with you?

Of course he can’t be… no he is, he Willy deny it. But he didn’t kill you that night… or the next night… or the next night. Making excuses to himself that it wasn’t the right moment. Someone could hear her scream, there’s too many people here… they find her body soon.

Of course… Ghost finds out the princess… you were into him. You wanted him, like he wants you. Fuck it, he’s no longer your assassin, he’s your body guard, and lover.

And you both definitely hide in an area to kiss… make love… and kiss again. He knew the right spots to make you come, to please you, to hear your sweet whimpers and moans… you are his now. His sweet little princess.

[teddy-bear-baby]

Their Deadly Flower - One

A/N: Please enjoy this written version of one of my many hallucinations. As a reminder, this doesn’t directly follow the canon events of CoD. Also, feel free to leave feedback and share if you are so inclined.

Prolog    Chapter Two

Pairings: Ghost X Reader,  König X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, 

     Some things would never change, from the silence of your steps to your highly perceptive hearing. All of your training had stayed with you even after your leave from 141. Your eyes were always sharp, keeping watch for what could be lurking around the corner. Shoulders always squared and feet poised to strike at anyone who might try to take you out. You were constantly on edge, rarely ever sleeping due to the fear of those seeking your head. The things you had done, the face of those whose lives you had taken, would flash through your mind when you closed your eyes. On the rare occasions you did sleep, you’d wake in a cold sweat, screaming from the night terrors that plagued you. Memories of the capture that lead to your forced leave from the 141. Flickering images of the torture you were put through at the hands of the enemy.

     You had been sloppy in your work only once, but once was good enough for them to take advantage of. They captured you as you lay in a puddle of your own blood. You weren’t fast enough as the bullet started flying, shelter just far enough from you for them to get one good shot off. You were too weak to crawl away as the crimson stained your clothes, seeping from the wound in your abdomen. The taste of blood in the back of your throat kept you from yelling for help. The hands of the enemy dragging you out of sight as the rest of your team made their escape. Too little too late did they notice your absence. By the time they had realized, you were already too far gone. Forced to evacuate and regroup, they made a plan back at the main base.

     Another team had gotten to you first, though you distinctly remember Laswell having been there. The other team took you for medical assistance in the building where they would eventually push you from the 141.

     That was two years ago now and you had built somewhat of a normal life for yourself now. Going under a fake name and being under 24/7 surveillance from those who had employed you before. You still didn’t feel safe. You never felt safe anywhere unless you were surrounded by your team. They had been your family, never had you felt like you belonged somewhere more in your entire life. Gaz and Soap were like brothers to you, Price like a father and Ghost... Well, he was a complicated one. You get along well and all but he was never one to open up. You knew little things about him, but you were sure the others knew those things too. He never opened up to you and for some reason, it bothered you. He hadn’t been cold to you like he was with most, he treated you well enough and would even occasionally joke with you. They were wry and sarcastic, sure, but they were jokes nonetheless. Which meant there was at least something there, right? Some semblance of a friendship?

     “Desert?” A female voice snaps you from your thoughts as your brain registers the fake name you’d been given. Alice was calling for you, your eyes snapping to meet her brown ones, the worry on her face evident. “Hey, are you ok?” 

     Batting away the concern in her voice, you allow your eyes to readjust to your surroundings. “Yeah, yeah. I was just… lost in thought, that’s all.” Shaking your head you begin picking at your food, not really hungry anymore. You knew that this brunch thing wouldn’t go well, you spent most of your time busying your mind with work and chores. You even went as far as to fill any unoccupied time with volunteer work and excessively retraining your movements, just in case. None of it was necessary, however. Your ex-employers were paying for everything for you. They’d literally handed you the keys and address of a one-bedroom flat and a box of food would arrive at your door every Friday at 2 p.m. But none of that kept your mind from slipping back to the day you lost everything. You hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. They took you to a separate outpost, then shipped you out here.

     “You seem a little more than just lost in thought, Hun.” She gives you a look as if to say ‘I know you better than you think’ before returning her attention to her food. “If you need to talk you know I’m here. You’re like, my best friend and I’d hope that you’d feel safe sharing your thoughts and feelings with me.” She smiles mischievously leaning slightly over the table. “No matter how fucked up they might be. Believe me when I say I have seen some shit.” She pushes her pin-straight blond hair over her shoulder as she bites into a carrot she’d picked out of her salad. 

     You nod silently as you stab the salad in front of you with the cheap plastic fork it came with. “I, um…” Your nerves are on fire after everything that just ran through your mind. “I’ve been thinking back on all the fucked up things I’ve done in my life, you know?” Taking the forkful of salad into your mouth, you look up at her to gauge her expression. She seems passive enough as she nods slowly, encouraging you to continue. And so you do, trying to keep the words that spill from your lips as cryptic as possible. Swallowing the bite of salad, you plaster a fake smile on your face. “You know, like, when you do something so completely avoidable and get into a lot of trouble over it or hurt yourself in the process.” Your smile falters as your mind again drifts back to that day.

     A small laugh escapes her plump lips. “Yeah, no, I get it.” She shakes her head looking you dead in the eyes, brows creased with amusement dancing in her eyes. “Is that really what you spend all that time thinking about?” Her cocks slightly to the side.

     An odd feeling rolls through your gut as you stare at her for a moment, trying to keep your features as neutral and light as possible. Something about her felt familiar, almost dangerous. Your mind races trying to figure out why she seemed familiar. Of course you knew her, you’d befriended each other a few months after you’d been moved here, but something about the look she just gave you sent your mind into a spiral. You remember that face, from a long time ago, way before you’d messed up. Then, as if you’d unlocked a hidden door somewhere deep in your mind, it all comes flooding back. All the negotiating you’d done with the enemy’s intelligence unit, it was her. She was always the one that would show up to speak with you, always completely unarmed and far too casual for the serious discussions that took place. You remember the odd, creepy vibes she gave off whenever she’d crack an inappropriate joke about whichever team member had been partnered with you that day.

     You’re sure at this point in thought that your mask had slipped, letting her in on the feelings flooding through your body. Fear and confusion, among many other feelings, flood you. As you regain composure you notice her once amused face has turned serious. “I’d be careful what your next move is soldier, wouldn’t want to make any more stupid mistakes, would we?” The smile returns to her face, sickeningly sweet and overall creepy as the tone in her voice turns sardonic.

     Inhaling deeply, you push your nerves down, blowing the anxiety out of your body with the exhale. “No, no more stupid mistakes.” With a light shake of your head, you stand slowly, clasping your hands in one another. You can only hope this action has the effect you're looking for. The last thing you’d want is an innocent getting hurt in the crossfire of a war they weren’t part of. Your eyes shift from her face to the rest of her body, searching for any signs of hostility. None immediately present themselves outright, perfect. Now you could easily lead her away from the civilians who were just trying to enjoy their remaining days on this spinning ball of hell. “Shall we?” Your voice comes out more confident than you were anticipating. Gesturing to the exit of the small café with your hands still clasped., you take a cautious step towards it, eyes never leaving her form.

     A knowing look crosses her gaze as she dabs her lips with a napkin. “Of course bestie.” An almost crazed smile paints itself across her thin lips. “Wouldn’t wanna waste our hours away sitting here all day.” She stands tall and straight, walking with intent. She strides up to you, giving you a cocky look as she links her elbow with yours. Leading you through the exit, she stops a few steps down the sidewalk, appearing to map the best route in her head as she looks up and down the street. 

     Sizing her up mentally you come to the conclusion that in hand-to-hand combat you could easily subdue her. If she possessed a firearm, however, your chances were slimmer. In the current environment, she’d be stupid to try anything. Civilians and shop owners would see everything and most of them knew her face by now. A small hiccup with living so long in such a small town, but an advantage you’d abuse in your current circumstances. On top of that, you’d taken the time in your paranoia-stricken state to map out the whole town repeatedly. At this point, every street, alley, and building was permanently ingrained in your mind. You’d need to make it to the forest on the west side of town. You knew what path you’d take if you got the chance to make a break for it. You stay silent as she continues to inspect the intersecting roads. Now though, you’re not sure whether she’s mapping out her surroundings, or looking for someone. It hit you then that if she had been this close to you the whole time, her team probably wasn’t far from her.

     Your mind begins to analyze the situation again, this time with the assumption that her team was also here, watching you both. Taking a silent deep breath, you clear your mind. There were some obvious spots that they would hide, plain sight for instance. You’d never got a glimpse of her team members’ faces, anonymity was almost a must for field ops during any mission. The town could be chock-full of enemy soldiers waiting around any corner ready to gun you down. Your mind flips through the nearly infinite paths you could take to safety, each one being tossed out for one reason or another. Corners you couldn’t see around, places not dense enough with buildings to duck behind, alleyways that didn’t lead directly into each other, and places too busy with civilian activity. You could do this, it would be risky but you knew you could. 

     Your eyes fix on the side of her head, trying to assess if you had the time to slip away before she located what she was looking for. Her eyes were still flitting back and forth, deciding now was the best chance you’d get, as time only allowed whatever danger there was to get closer. You steel yourself against the thought of being shot at and chased down, your leg muscles twitch as you shift your feet silently into position. Your mind flashes the path one last time, the hardest part would be the 180 you’d have to make to start the long trek out of this place. You glance once behind you to ensure the path is clear. Your body begins to move on its own, your hands unwinding from each other before you swiftly yank your arm from Alice’s. Using the moment of your own movements you spin on your toes taking off in a mad dash for the first alleyway you’d mapped in your head.

     Time seems to slow as you round the corner. Your strides nearly halt as the unmistakable sound of a gunshot rings off of the walls around you. Your sense of self-preservation kicks in and your legs begin to move faster. Rushing footsteps sound off from the street behind you. Wasting no time as you come to the next turn in your mental map, your right-hand jumps away from your body. It grips tightly on the pole of a street sign, using the momentum you’ve gained to whip yourself around the corner, losing little to no speed. With the path still clear in your mind, you focus all of your energy on putting as much distance as possible between you and your assailants. More gunshots ring in the air coming from all directions, confusion growing in your mind. Your chest heaves as you push yourself to keep going, running for what felt like forever as the sounds of all-out chaos resound through the streets. The footsteps behind you hadn’t ceased but had grown a bit quieter, farther away. If you could, you’d find a place to hunker down and hope they’d run right past you, but with no weapons to defend yourself with it wasn’t the best option. 

     Your legs ache from exertion, your chest heaving with every footfall. ‘You can do this’ repeats in your head over and over, a sort of mantra to keep yourself going. You were so close to the outskirts of town, the sweet taste of freedom stuck to the back of your tongue. One left turn, then a right and you’d smack face-first into the trees you plan to use to get away. The sound of gunfire is slowly dying down as you ready yourself to make the swift turn around the corner. For what has to be the twentieth time today, your arm jumps away from your body and you fling yourself around the corner. Your eyes widen as you catch sight of a large looming figure standing in the middle of the small alleyway. Suited in full tactical gear, a pistol in one hand and a knife in the other, he’s a menacing sight. His whole body is covered in weaponry and as your eyes scan up his body you catch a quick glimpse of a skull mask peering back at you. Using the little bit of clarity left in your head, you make a split decision, knowing you wouldn’t have time to stop before colliding with his large frame.

[bloodycassian]

Just another body - Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Reader's callsign is 'Leto'

18+ NSFW

Reader admits her feelings for Ghost on a mission, sex happens. PinV, oral, fingering, dirty talk. 

“You bring ‘em in like stray dogs. Leave it this time.” Ghost’s order is borderline amused when you eye the contraband sitting atop the server racks. He’d rolled up his sleeved coat after an hour of sweating in the server room,  revealing thick muscled forearms that sent your eyes darting for more than just weapons to loot. The man was distracting, with either the voice, the body or the way he commanded a room. He was turning into a liability, but you weren’t sure how to dismiss yourself from the team any sooner. You’d already asked Price for an out, which he guaranteed would happen as soon as they could manage without you.

Getting shot because you were busy staring at the lieutenant was not an ideal way to expedite the process.

“We’re going to have to find something to do here. I couldn’t even play Snake if I wanted to.” You mutter, toeing one of the eighteen massive steel beams just in the tech room alone. With the amount of tech they supplied, you’d been amazed at the lack of personnel guarding the damn things. Further stunned at the little time it’d taken to find the massive fans and cooling systems and shut them down. 

It’d taken only minutes for the basement to become uncomfortably warm. Half an hour in, and you’d stripped free of your coat and shoved it into your already full backpack. Simon had offered to carry it in his back on your behalf, but you declined. Going through his things, being at his back but not watching it was too intimate for some reason. Sure, he was your teammate, and sure, you’d swiped more than a few mags of ammo from the exact backpack, but the soft way he’d said it, how he’d eyed you a moment after taking it off felt like toeing a border that you were more than aware of.

“We’ve got two hours before our bird arrives, you’ll be fine.” He dismisses your complaint, shrugging his shoulders and shifting the pack around. You step towards him, forgetting your own rules and boundaries around him for a moment, and raise your arms to unbuckle the chest strap of the pack. His hands catch yours and his brows narrow behind the mask. You suddenly are distinctly aware of how easily he could break your hand in a hundred different ways, but the warmth and gentleness of his gloved touch is the most distracting part of it.

“You should take a break, let me carry it for a while.” You fuss, hoping that it comes off as helpful and not nagging. You’d already insisted he buy a balm for his shoulder and knees at the shop closest to the safehouse. Was your concern for him too obvious? “So I don’t have to hear you complain about how sore you are later?” You press, noting how his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, then to where your hands meet. 

Your stomach rolls, and you fear for nausea with the intensity of it. With the way his dark eyes somehow see through you and into what your words really intend. “Let me take care of you. Let me touch you.”

And it’s a miracle he doesn’t see the way you watch his every movement, that or incredible stupidity. But you know he isn’t stupid. You know he reads others like the damned menu he’d stolen from your hands once you’d arrived here. The Intel Target had reserved a time with a particularly well known black market dealer and their joint decision to dine out had resulted in one of the best meals of your life.

He knew you couldn’t read the language, and had taken it upon himself to just know you. To know exactly what you wanted and how you’d wanted it cooked.  He’d ordered your meal as fluently as he held a gun, and you’d nearly forgotten about your mission in the bliss of the taste of it all.

He nods once, a slow movement before he’s slinging his rifle strap over his head and removing the pack with lethal efficiency. 

“What’s that look about? What’re you thinkin’?” He asks, eyeing you as you push the memory away. 

“How good that damned dinner was.” You answer truthfully, wondering if losing him isn’t worth the safety it would ensure. The pack weighs heavy on your shoulders, along with the guilt.

He rolls his neck and sigs as you adjust the straps to your body, clicking the chest buckle into place and tugging it tight. “Maybe I’ll convince Price to keep you ‘round.” He said, and you can hear the mocking in his tone. 

Your words come automatically. “I’m needed with second squad.” You lie. It’s what you’d been telling Soap for the last three weeks, no more detail, no more emotion than that. But Simon… he knows something is wrong with the quipped words and selective tone. But it’s the only thing you’re able to tell him, really. His brows twitch together for a moment at your short explanation, and he turns to you fully, taking his eyes off the exits. Your heart thunders, blood pounding in your ears as loud as the servers begin to whine around you. 

“Second squad-” He practically spits the name. “doesn't deal in your expertise, Leto.” His voice rumbles and your mouth falls open as he steps closer, towering over you. For a moment you can only marvel at the brutality of his build. A tank of a killing machine he is, tall and built and ready for you to climb. A True, full blooded warrior, to the very core. 

And behind that mask, and those eyes that pierce through to your very being - He knows. Oh God, he knows you’re lying. Your eyes go wide, and like a fool you forgo all your interrogation training. “What isn’t Price telling me?” He growls, his hands going to the radio at his hip. 

You stammer, trying your damnedest to put on a show of innocence. “Nothing, he wouldn’t-” God now he’s thinking Price is going to betray him, you’ll tear the team to pieces if he thinks-

“Guess I can ask for myself-” He pulls the radio free, his eyes still boring into yours.

He raises it slowly, giving you time to lie more, to come up with a shitty excuse for why you’d been avoiding missions with him for the last few months. Why you’d had to beg Second Squadron to open a spot for you and your expertise as he’d called it.

“Stop-” You gasp, hands catching his before he can make the comms live. His finger brings the small screen to life, the green glow reflecting in his eyes. “Fuck Simon, christ. Okay, Okay stop.” You breathe, and surprisingly he allows you to take the radio from him.

“I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. With you-” The words feel like poison as you release them, it aches deep in your chest to know how real they are. His eyes flash wide, then his features harden, his mask adjusting to what you’d imagine to be a flexed jaw and thin lipped grimace.

“I asked to be switched. You’re… distracting. I- get distracted around you, I mean.” You sigh, and your sweaty hands leave your weapon, a dull reminder of the real reason you’re in the sweltering basement beneath miles of concrete. 

He stills, body going taut and flexed in that way he does when he’s listening for enemy footsteps.”Go on.” He insists. In this moment it wouldn’t be so bad if enemies found you. It’d save you from having to explain further. 

“Goddammit Ghost-” You push a hand through your hair, tugging slightly. “I’ve had it a rule for myself for my entire career to never get involved. And here you are, ruining it.” You spit it out, like your feelings are somehow his fault. At least he knows now. At least you don't have to go on lying to him when he can tell your words are false. 

There’s a long pause, the only sound the whirring struggle of the tech around you. His eyes don't leave yours, and you duck your head in shame.

“‘M’not Ghost to you, though, am I?” He steps closer, closing in around you, making it so you’re forced to stare up at him and arch backwards against one of the boxes behind you. 

“What-” You shake your head, confused at his question. 

He leans down close, and you tense, ready to fight him if needed. But his words had no intent of violence in them, not even a hint of it. Still, your muscles bunched, ready to attack if he so much as raised his voice. Ready to fight. Ready.. For what? He’d been the guarding your back for the last four years, since you’d been assigned to 141. He’d never hurt you, physically anyway. Was your body preparing for his rejection? Was it truly ready to try to fend off the man twice your size that had bested you in every sparring competition you’d ever had with him?

His mouth is on the cusp of your ear when he speaks. “I’ve heard you whinin’, moaning my name.” He says slowly, and your heart stops for a moment. Heat surges from your neck to your ears. Your eyes prick with embarrassed tears. “Oh Simon, ooh fuck.” He mimics, rolling his hips forward, his thigh brushing the inside of your own.

“Ghost-” Your words are choked, and you’re relieved when he interrupts you.

“We’ve not shared a room in some time, but I still hear you.” He pulls back,only enough to look you in the eyes and he smiles, his eyes crinkling when he stares you down. “I still..listen for you.” He nods slightly, his eyes flicking from yours to your lips.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you're on him before he can say anything else. His mask is warm and wet with sweat, but he lifts it up enough to expose his mouth and the stubbled chin and jaw. His lips are magnetic, pulling you in and keeping you there as he palms your ass. He flicks the front strap of the backpack off and in a moment you’re shedding layers and layers of gear and armor plates that suddenly seem ridiculous to be carrying in the first place. 

If he’s the one getting you killed, dying may not seem so harsh. 

He’s tender and giving until you nip at his lower lip and scratch down his back once he’s removed his vest, then he’s teeth and demanding hands that you knew could do exactly this. What you’ve dreamed about, apparently. 

He picks you up with ease, bringing you back to a windowless room where you’d downloaded the server information. He sets you stop a cold desk and swipes an arm across the surface, sending office supplies and monitors crashing to the ground before he’s on you once again. His tongue traces yours slowly, rhythmically as his hands search and pull and bite into your skin. Calloused, strong fingers brush over your breasts and grip every part of you’d been imagining since you’d joined 141.

He’s feral and somehow controlled at the same time, a balance of will and want. Only you’ve been waiting for this for years. You’ve been dreaming about him, and the want for him outweighs your will and control. “I need you.” You gasp when he lifts your shirt over your head. You pull his up as well, marveling at how solid he is, how built and perfect every feature is. 

You want to taste it all. 

But he’s controlling the pace, and you have no problem with it. His tongue traces masterfully over your skin, along the column of your neck, sending a new surge of fire to your core. Maybe you would retract your request to move to Second Squad, if it meant you’d get to be with Simon. 

He rips your pants down, dragging your panties with them, exposing your swollen cunt to the air. “Fuck me-” He breathes, working his own pants to the floor around his boots. He kneels before you and spreads you apart, his eyes dragging over the most sensitive parts of you.

“Intend to.” You gasp as his bare hand circles your clit. He pulls his other glove off with his teeth and lets it fall to the floor, never looking away from either your pussy or your face as he learns you in a whole new way. 

“Filthy fucking girl.” He growls approvingly, before burying himself in your pussy. The first stroke of his tongue from your center to your clit has you gasping, rolling your hips forward for more, and his eyes flash to yours, his pupils are enormous, his brows lowered in a look you’d previously describe as deadly. Now, you understood in those moments he was looking at you with desire. Your thighs clamp together, but he only groans and pushes harder on to you, his tongue lapping and flicking over your clit wildly. 

He pulls away only to lap at his middle finger, making sure you watch as he coats it in his own saliva. Your hips rock upwards, keening for his touch again. His other hand is pulling slowly at his cock, now freed from the black pants that are only held on by his thigh holster. “Ghost-” You whine, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him better.

“Patience.” He warns, then finally lowers his finger to your entrance, his eyes devouring the way your body reacts to his warm digit. Your head lolls back, the burning ache for him relieved slightly while he works you open. He swears and adjusts his positioning. Then His tongue begins a slow pattern on your clit again, and he swears he’s never been so close to coming just from the feel of someone. 

“Fuckin’ perfect for me-” He hisses when he slides deeper inside of you, reveling in the warm wetness there, his cock surges and he swears under his breath. He curls his finger and thrusts it forth, prodding your insides and searching for the things that’d make you tick.

“Ghost- Simon-” Your breathy moans have him coming undone too quickly, so he removes himself from you, damning every god he’s ever heard of for the horrid timing of your confession. Shit, if he’d just asked before the mission - when he’d first heard price talking about you moving teams… No, not now. His frustration is put into a box to be used later. 

He grips the base of your neck and hauls you upward, smashing his lips into yours in a bruising kiss that he hopes leaves a mark on himself. At least then he’d have the proof for himself to know that this was real, and not another of his fantasies. He pulls back, and smiles at your confused, pouting expression. Then, before you can talk back like he knows you want to, he laps at the finger covered in your wetness, wishing he could have the taste permanently ingrained to his mind. 

He hadn’t been keeping an eye on your hands, and your touch to the base of his cock has him stiffening in surprise. He stumbles forward when you pull him, hissing when you rub the head of his cock against your needy cunt. He can’t help but lean into it, his breathing only coming out in short puffs while he regains his self control. “Slow.” You say, relaxing as much as you can while he slides forward. You lay back and embrace the sweet stretch his thick cock brings. His thumb finds your clit and he circles it slowly while he fills you.

 His eyes flick to yours for assurance with every inch, but all he can see is the red marks along your throat and collarbone from where he’d bitten at you. More, he wanted more. The thirst for your skin on his tongue is insatiable. He gazed upon you, reveling in the feel and sight of you around him. The swollen, red lips that he wish were on his own throat, but he cant bring himself to request that of you when your body was laid out before him like this. With every inch he pushed into you, he finds something new to marvel over. The scars, the freckles and stretch marks, the callouses and tan lines - every part of you that seemed like a secret before now. He silently vows to himself to memorize them all, to take stock of every one of those scars so he could be sure he wouldn’t miss any new ones.

He bows over you, planting wet, sloppy kisses across every feature he could reach once he’s fully buried inside of you. Your walls squeezed around him, and his cock twitches again. He bites into his lip, the pain distracting him from the pleasure for a moment. He pulls back slightly, and slides back in. Your moans are synchronized. You chant his name like a goddamn prayer, and he could swear he bit a hole in the side of his cheek. 

“How d’ya want me?” He asks, leaning down, hoisting your leg up over his muscled and forcing you to take him even deeper. You cry out, but with the movement his cock brushes over the spot inside of you, hiking your need to a new level. Close. So close with such few movements. This man was a god. Or a demon. Most would likely say a demon of some sort. 

“Tell me sweetheart, how’ve you dreamed this?” He asks, sliding out fully and spearing himself back in. Your eyes roll back and an animalist sound claws its way from your throat. Your insides clench around his length, pulling him in, in in, and somehow you still need more. You need all of him. The demanding heat inside you requires it. You fumble for his chest, where his tac vest usually would allow you to haul him forward, but his hand catches yours, and pins it back beside your head. 

You arch and preen for him, rolling forward though he’d bottomed out. He’s swearing and practically purring with satisfaction of watching you. God you’ve never felt so desperate for something, never felt like you needed another person this badly before. A demon, definitely a demon.

“Such a pretty fucking show for me.” He rolls his hips back, then thoroughly back into place. A sound you don’t recognize leaves your throat in response. “In my head, I’ve taken you on top ‘a every inch of that safehouse.” He pulls out, and snaps his hips forward again, leaving you quivering with need. “I’ve had you comin’ on my face,  my hands,  my cock, on whatever toy you want…” He hisses, pulling back slightly to watch his glistening member re enter your wetness. “Is this all you want - my cock buried in your pretty pussy?” His hand squeezes your thigh, then goes to your clit, and for a moment you can’t believe you’ve held on this long. Your body trembles beneath him and your knees pull together, but it doesn’t stop him. 

“Yes Simon, yes god, yes-” You pant, then pull your joined hands to your face, he’s still playing over your clit when you suck his pointer finger into your mouth and his eyes fly to yours. You can’t imagine the sight of yourself, but something changes for him in that moment. He moves, leaning over you fully, one hand cupping the back of your neck and forcing you to look into his eyes, the other on your hip, holding you firmly in place. His forearms barricading you while his hips snap forward at a brutal pace, forcing the tip of his cock into that sweet spot that makes you come nearly instantly. 

Your eyes go wide, mouth open while obscene sounds spill from you. His breathing, the way he bites his lip, all of it is too much. 

You’re coming, and coming and screaming but everything has gone quiet in your head. Only his darkened eyes matter, the way the paint black has started melting away, the way his brows pull together and how his eyes graze over every one of your features admiringly as you gasp his name over and over again, his cock forcing your orgasm like he’d fucked you a million times and knew exactly what to do.

Only the waves of ecstasy exist to you, that and the smell, the weight of his body over yours, the heat of him. Your legs shake, hooking around his backside and pulling him deep into you. Within a few more strokes he’s gasping, his body shuddering and your stomach is suddenly covered. He brushes hair back from your face, and a wry smile forms on his lips. He pulls the mask back down, over his reddened lips and pecks your cheek before shakily pushing himself up. He grabs the backpack, pulls a sweater from it and begins wiping you clean. 

[killg9re]

You made me love you.

simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader

mentions: soft simon, fluff with a lil makeout session

Theres nothing but the sounds of clothes being flung off and mouths panting, a never ending string of kisses being connected.

"Simon..please"

he pauses and stares at me, my hand still firmly on his chest. he's so close to me, our faces so close I can see his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks like a fan in a breeze, I'm pretty sure he could hear my heart beating out of my chest as well as his own.

I can see every tiny detail of his face, his skin has always been pale, but now it looks more washed out than ever, like he's glowing from within. his eyes are half closed, his lips are slightly parted

and oh god.

I can feel him. his hands slide up my sides, his fingers digging into my waist as if i'll disappear, he's looking down at me with those eyes of his that remind me of melted chocolate mixed hazelnut he smiles down at me and i reach up to cup his jaw, caressing it gently. his hair is so soft, I want to run my fingers through it and run my thumb over his cheekbones, the way he does when he thinks I'm sleeping.

he leans down again, this time kissing me softly and my stomach flips, all butterflies flying about until they settle somewhere around my heart.

his kiss tastes of minty chapstick, sweet and warm as it brushes against my mouth. i know we're supposed to be kissing, but i don't care. i think i'l die right here and now if he doesn't stop touching me.

he pulls away first, resting his forehead against mine,

"you know what you did to me"

He whispers. i look up at him, his face still inches away from mine, and smile.

"you made me love you sweetheart."

i love him too.

[loving-azerath]

I put this in my Fanfiction but LOOK ITS SO GOOD I NEED IT HERE TOO!!!!

SIMON FUCKING RILEY OKAY? LISTEN.

He is so scared of you getting hurt. Of anything happening to the love of his fucking life. Even if you can protect yourself well. Even if you are a better fighter than he is. He makes it his mission to teach you at least more thing for self defense. In the case that you need them you know what to do.

He wouldn't be super rude or mean about it. I really see him doing it softly, intimately. In bed still, under the covers with your back pressed against the front of his body. His rough hands trailing light lines across your skin. Starting at your hand he would lightly circle the flesh between your thumb and index finger.

"This is a pressure point. It'll hurt if you squeeze it. A lot. Stuns whoever you use it on." He would tell you. Then that hand would trail to your wrist, where he would circle another spot.

"This one will make them release what they are holding. Even if it's you." He tells you softly kissing your cheek. He plants those featherlight kisses against your hairline and jaw and his hand travels further up your arm. Stopping at the bend of your elbow.

"This one will make them bend their elbow. It will hurt like a bitch so good for getting them on the ground or restraining them" He tells you the kisses would travel down to your neck and then your shoulder. His hand moving to your hips to hold you as open mouth kisses on one spot send shivers down your spine.

"This one" He kisses the spot again "Will get them on their knees. Hurts their entire body for a second" His hand moves again to your hips, though lower as he presses in the middle which makes you move, bending your hips slightly. He chuckles gruffly

"This one makes the hips bend. Not so useful during a fight but, if you need it. Use it" He would tell you. Because he just wants you safe. He knows as well as anyone that each skill can save your life in a fight. And he wants you to have every single one of the ones he has. He wants to not have to worry about you but even with all of his lessons. He always will. He will always worry.

[iheartchv]

Hi could I request a COD Matchup?

I’m half Italian and half Austrian, I speak Italian, German, English, Spanish, French and I’m a ENFP, my hopes are ballroom dancing (specifically Viennese waltz) and cooking/baking. I have brown hair and brown eyes with a curvy but realively muscular figure. I can make friendships with a lot of people and always try to be nice and it’s either because I’m a people pleaser or because k just don’t care if I embarrass myself.

Thank you in advance❤️❤️❤️

🤔I match you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley💀

You two are opposites, almost like soul mates

Ghost would be smitten with you...

Not straight away, though

He crossed paths with you many times during his times off duty

You had taken notice of Ghost every now and then; he wore the same balaclava and hoodie everytime

One time you bumped into him and apologized

Another time you gave him a small smile and a hello when he looked like something was bothering him

When he didn't reply or do anything you had thought him to be rude or a jerk

"Just trying to be friendly. You looked like you needed it..." you had said, not thinking he heard

Over some time, he studied you, watched you, trying to get to know you more

However he would avert his eyes if you happened to look his way

Soap would most likely be the one to get you and Ghost to talk, with you mostly doing the talking

He finds himself wanting to be around you

He'd make excuses to "See you for a moment" or "Have a word with you"

After having his private moment with you, Soap would tease him

Of course he'd be annoyed, but wouldn't let anyone know about his growing feelings for you

When he gets deployed, you'd tell him that you will be waiting for when he gets back

For what feels like months upon months, he thinks about you

He wonders if you're safe and sound...

When the mission is done, and he's back home, he goes to check on you

He's actually relieved that you are okay

He feels something inside him when you tell him that you worried about him the whole time he's been gone

"I sent a few texts to you but... I figured you would be sleeping or something when you didn't respond."

He had read your texts but didn't know what he could even reply back with

When you were sure that you really cared for Ghost, you told him how you felt

Secretly, he had cared for you, too

He's glad to finally tell you how he feels for you, too, and not question it anymore

[iaminsane-blog]

Little Lady, Big Guns.

here is chapter/part 2, hope you guys enjoy :)

As I sat in my cozy office decorated with various small portraits and nick knacks, continued to set out the base modeling on a piece of sketch paper for my newest invention. Throwable tasers. A small sketch of balls equipped with two metal prongs jutting out of one vertices. The slightly weighted metal prongs allowed for the taser to imbed itself into the skin of the victim.  This device would be perfect for far scale attacks, I know director Price would be pleased to see my work. To be truthful weapons weren’t my first interest for a career, it all started in a small gun shop off the coast of San Diego. 

Stumbling into the shop was like walking into a small cave, the walls covered in band posters, the slight smell of gunpowder. It was all unfamiliar but nonetheless comforting. An Old man with young eyes sat on a barstool chair behind the counter and his eyebrow quirked up slightly at the sight of me. 

“Can I help you ma’am?”

I held his gaze and let my eyes draw slightly to the right, to the large handheld gun case next to him. 

“I just moved into an apartment alone and I need a gun for safety.”

It was that simple sentence that launched into a full 30 month journey, first with buying, then the training lessons, the cleaning, hanging out at the store day by day. Mr.Wilcox and I had became extremely  close, with his extensive knowledge and my willing to learn we made a good team. It was when that April a call from a local hospital caught my phone. Mr. Wilcox was caught with a nasty case of stage 4 prostate cancer. Apparently he had known for a while, and simply wished to find a suitable heir to pass his beloved shop onto. It was that hot, humid day in April that I sat by his bedside, clutching keys he had pressed into my palm.

“Mr.Wilcox I have to ask one question, why didn’t you tell me?”

His eyes, glazed over and slightly cloudy still sparkled with a twinge of life.

“ If I had told you that I was going to die, you would’ve acted towards me with unconscious entitlement. And that would’ve blinded your true character. I trusted you with my life and now beyond that I trust you with my shop. Thank you Vera, I think its time.”

And as he closed his eyes peacefully I did the same, the only sound being the slow decline of the heartbeat monitor. 

A small wet spot appeared on my sketch and I swiped away at the sudden tears. I didn’t even register the small knocking coming from the doorframe, the tall frame of Soap. 

“Are you..are you okay?”

His gentle voice caught me a tiny bit off guard, but I needed to deflect his attention. 

“Yeah I was just you know, chopping onions so the tears.”

He gave me a small perplexed look but a small smirk accompanied it. 

“Well me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to come with us to lunch, we like to give newbies the rundown.” I stood and quickly swept up by drawings into my drawer, turning the lock and placing the small key into my back pocket. My outfit of choice today was another patterned skirt with instead a fitted long sleeve black turtleneck. My glasses had slightly slidden down my nose and I adjusted them accordingly before walking up to Soap with a smile. 

“I just have to warn yah, some of these guys haven’t so much as seen a woman in a while. And unfortunately they’ll see you as fresh meat.”

I gave him a tight lipped smile, I appreciated the warning but however I trusted myself. 

“Thanks Soap, but don’t you worry I can carry my own. Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The grayish lump that they called mashed potatoes and the slight orange burnt piece of meat they called beef steak did little to ignite my appetite. As I followed through behind Soap in the lunch line I got a view of the lunch room. Large metal tables situated row by row, each with a group of men seated. And each group of men seemed to have many sets of eyes, all of which were gazing directly at me. While Soap lead the way to my table it seemed very conversation that I passed had stopped, and each head turned my way. I sat down at the table next to Soap and across from Gaz and Ghost, and ghost still worn that damn mask. 

“Can this even be classified as food?”

I moved around the mash on my plate trying to find it somewhat appealing.

“Well it’s high in calories and resembles some sort of lump, So it’s good enough for us”

i let out a small giggle and reached forward for my coffee, straight black just how i like it. Being on this base for only a couple weeks didn’t give me enough time to fully discover it, and i might’ve heard in passing about a local bar.

“Well being a newbie I don’t get told everything but I might’ve heard through the grapevine that there’s a local bar around here? Do y’all know anything about that?”

the playful hint of my voice drew a slight smirk from Soap, who shot a half lidded glance to Ghost.

“Vera you have just trespassed into a dangerous land.”

His ominous answer only peaked my interest more.

“Come one Soap, let up. I’m a big girl I can take it”

He let out a small laugh and leaned forward, as did the others. Inviting me into an inner circle meeting. 

“Listen for newbies they do a certain, uh. Welcoming ritual of sorts. If you can handle yourself then we’ll swing by after lights out and take you . Just be warned it could get embarrassing.”

“I’m in, this is gonna be fun.”

A buzzing from the phone in my pocket brought my attention to an incoming call, from Director Prince. 

“Sorry boys, business calls.”

I collected my half eaten food and coffee while holding my phone between my shoulder and cheek. Walking away from the group.

at the table

“They’re gonna go hard on her.”

“Let’s just hope she isn’t a lightweight.”

Ghost’s jaw clicked with annoyance. He didn’t want you to get black out drunk in front of a group of eager men. It made his stomach churn and his heart burn. He figured showing chivalry, the one trait most of these men didn’t have…. perhaps she’d take notice. 

[nymahjoie]

Day two of kinktober '23, featuring you, Ghost, and an oral fixation.

[ao3] / text in read below

If there was one thing Ghost could rely on with you, it was your impatience. If you wanted something done, you wanted it done as soon as possible. That impatience bled into your professional life, making you a poor sniper, but excellent on your toes. Not that it mattered much now with those quick feet dangling over his shoulders after you pulled him close as soon as he walked through the door of your room, your face flushed and a pulsing eagerness between your legs.

For all his grumbling, he’s happy to oblige your neediness, your back pressed against the mattress, shirt bunched up to your ribs, and pants and underwear discarded with his mouth on your thigh. Your chest rises and falls with each kiss and nip, his teeth drawing out soft moans from your reddened lips. 

He shushes you and his fingers make their way into your mouth, hooking behind your teeth, “Don’t need anyone hearin’ you, now do we?”

You shake your head, lips closing around calloused fingers, and tilt your chin down to take them further in. His fingers slide along the length of your tongue, pressing against it until he finds the point that makes you gag. The sensation makes your hips instinctively rut forward toward him.

“There you go, that’s better.”

He takes the opportunity to shift positions and hitch your hips up higher, practically bending you in half with your ankles hooked behind his neck. The angle is perfect for him to keep both of your mouths busy. While his kisses the sensitive nerves between your legs, yours is occupied by his fingers pumping along your tongue.

“Fuckin’ hell, just look at you.”

Saliva spills past your needy lips as his fingers work in and out, drool trailing down from the corners of your lips as your moans are muffled by his hand. Your head bobs with the rhythm he’s set, whining when he removes his fingers.

“Ghost…” the moniker leaves trembling lips, your leg twitching beside his ear.

He chuckles at the sound, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Needy little thing, gettin’ off on my fingers in your mouth. Been achin’ for it, hm? Tch, can’t even go a week without me fuckin’ you.”

You squirm beneath him, trying to find more friction, your “please”’s and “need”’s filling the air around the two of you. 

“Barely five minutes in and you’re already buzzin’. Maybe next time I’ll make you wait longer.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, the way he enjoys being able to turn you into a babbling mess with just two fingers and his mouth. Smug bastard, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Not when Ghost finally takes you in his mouth, turning that quick mind of yours to mush with a single swipe of his tongue and emptying it of all thought aside from him and having your mouth filled. Were you in a state of caring, you’d probably have been embarrassed by the sound that leaves you, only to be muffled when his two fingers push into your parted lips again. But you don't care about anything aside from getting off at this moment.

His fingers pump in and out of your mouth in opposite time as his, the wet sounds of sloppy sucking filling the air as your hips grind against his face and your cheeks hollow around his fingers. His grunt vibrates through your core, a third finger being added and the pace picking up.

It doesn't take long before you feel yourself building towards climax, body tensing as your legs clench around his ears. You feel the first pulse of release shoot through your body, your eyes rolling back in your head as your back arches, your throat opening and closing around his fingers. You shudder under him, your hands gripping his hair tightly, pulling him closer to you as you ride out the orgasm. He doesn't stop until you've finished, his fingers still pumping away in your mouth until you're whining around them. 

Keeping your mouth occupied still, Ghost eases your hips down onto the bed and hovers over you. "You're such a good little slag," he says, leaning down and replacing his fingers with his mouth. You can taste yourself there on his tongue and the salty tang has you ready to go again. He pulls away and you swallow the saliva that threatens to dribble down your chin, licking your lips clean before looking up at him, a blissed smile curling across your lips.

You reach down to hook your fingers into his belt loops to return the favor, but he catches your wrist. You pout and Ghost is just about tempted to let you sink to your knees before his watch beeps, a reminder that you two are needed elsewhere, and he swats your hand away. 

“There’ll be time for that later. We’ve got a meeting, remember? Now, get yourself straightened out and be there in five.”

[magneto-was-fucking-right]

The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 1

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; will eventually contain very graphic descriptions of smut;

Chapter summary: Ghost returns home to find he has a new noisy neighbor: a socially awkward veterinarian with questionable cooking skills. Word Count: 1.5k

When Simon Riley limply walked in on his flat after four months of deployment, he could barely breathe. The stale air from the lack of proper ventilation had trapped in the humidity of the past rainy days, the walls poorly insulated, and therefore, moldy. As per usual, the place looked terribly dull, the scarce decorative elements inadequately arranged, but certainly well-fitting to the dingy apartment complex in Manchester.

Dropping his duffel bag by the door dismissively, instead of opening the curtains and letting in the evening light, he first headed to the fridge, analyzing its usual contents: two beers, a carton of milk (most likely spoiled by now), a jar of marmite and an old noodles container from the Chinese restaurant he liked, stinking up the place.

“Forgot ya little fucker” he made sure to remember to throw it out later, before grabbing a beer and plopping himself on the couch, careful enough to not hurt his wounded leg any further. But as soon as he grabbed the remote from under his thigh, ready to turn on the news and resituate himself with the current ongoings of the British populace, he finally paid attention to the commotion next door.

“Bloody fucking hell” He groaned “What’s all this racket?”

He heard thumping, scratching, something breaking, quick footsteps and what seemed to be a gentle voice cooing “oh no, please, not again”. Just as he was processing the fact that he didn’t remember having any horizontal neighbors since he first signed the lease (one of the main reasons why he even signed in the first place), an aggressive knock on his door made him instantly rise to his feet, grabbing a black facemask from his bag and moving silently to peek through the peephole.

“Mr. Riley!” The old woman on the other side called out, still knocking, and Simon sighed deeply in annoyance. “I know you’re in there, I saw you come in earlier.”

“Fucking cunt” He muttered under his breath, weighting whether ignoring her would make her leave at once (it wouldn’t, and they both knew it).

He took a deep breath before unlocking the door, regretting it immediately.

“There ya are” She started, shoving a couple papers on his chest, and forcing a pen between his calloused fingers “I need you to sign this immediately.”

“What are you on about?” He tried his best to keep it polite and cordial, but the woman’s presence and constant complaints always filled him with inevitable rage.

“Your neighbor” She pointed to the door next to his, where a great deal of noise still stemmed from the walls “She cannot and will not stay here. She is insufferable.”

Well that makes two, innit? He thought to himself, biting down his tongue.

Faced with his menacing silence, she carried on with her melodramatic monologue:

“It’s a petition to kick her out, I’m getting everyone to sign, even the new tenants, then I’ll arrange a meeting with the landlady for a formal hearing.”

“What the fuck did she do?” Simon inquired, clearly irritated, reading the five signatures on the first page. He was pretty sure three of them were in the same handwriting.

She looked at him indignantly, extending her arms at the door once again, indicating the ongoing clatter.

“She has a bloody jungle in there! Cats, dogs, birds, and God forbid, rats if you can believe it!”

“Mrs. Parsons, I think we all had rats in our apartments at some point this year.”

“Not as pets! It’s disgusting, and everyone’s been complaining about the noise!”

He glared at her indifferently, eager to return to the comfort of his privacy and wallow in his frustration, giving his leg some much needed rest. She stepped back, seemingly realizing that Mr. Riley was in one of his moods, not keen on indulging in useless chatter or gossip.

“Right, well, not interested.” He tried to return the signatures, to which she vehemently refused, pushing them back to his chest.

“At least consider it Mr. Riley. She lives right next to you and the walls are thin. Your signature’s the most important one.”

“Will do.” He shut the door on her face, mindlessly throwing the papers and the facemask on the coffee table as he limped back to the couch and turned on the tv. He hissed after realizing he had ripped his stitches as he sat down aggressively, a splotch of blood soaking the fresh bandage he had been arranged on base.

“Fuckin’ hell” he sighed tiredly, deciding he would deal with it first thing in the morning.

***

As the pandemonium progressively decreased throughout the night, Simon had fallen deep asleep on the sofa, tv still on and feet kicked up on the table. But when there was a new knock on the door, this time softer, he felt like he could have only been sleeping for five minutes, exhaustion and grumpiness still ingrained in his bones.

“What now?” He groaned to himself, massaging his sore neck, and finally remembering to kick off his boots. He was so used to sleeping fully clothed, often even geared up and ready to go, that he always took some time to remember how to act like a civilian again once he was back home.

Just as he readjusted himself to go back to sleep, his lids semi closed and arms crossed over his chest, one more knock arose anger in his belly at his newly interrupted rest. Frustrated, he sighed before getting up, easing up the pressure on his wound as the sharp pain reminded him of the ruptured sutures from the previous evening.

Facemask on once again, Simon opened the door aggressively, expecting Mrs. Parsons to come collect her newfound project in ruining other people’s lives, and therefore halfway of saying “What the fuck do you-”

“I-I’m so sorry! I know it’s early and I was probably a huge bother all night, but I wanted to apologize before leaving for work and-”

“Slow down.” He commanded, stopping the young woman’s panicked rant. He had barely rubbed sleep from his eyes and his mind wasn’t yet ready to take in another dreadful monologue. He observed her intently, as he often did to potential threats (usually concealed by the shadows), but as the circumstances proved different, she observed him right back. He always felt strange and vulnerable without the skull mask, regardless of the black facemask covering half of his visage anyway.

She couldn’t possibly be over 25 years old, her bright and cheerful complexion not carrying the weight of the tired lines that came at 30. She was considerably shorter than him, but still quite tall for a woman, her frame concealed under oversized scrubs that seemed ridiculously out of place; her hair messily tied in a long braid. She held up a tray with what seemed to be freshly baked cookies, but about half of them were burnt.

As she smiled nervously, he noticed one of her canines was slightly chipped, and the small white scar across her right eyebrow almost distracted him from the dimples. If she had noticed him stare at the small imperfections, she didn’t seem bothered at all, continuing her anxious speech as if she had practiced in front of the mirror beforehand.

“Right, I’m sorry, I really hoped we could meet in better circumstances.”

“What time is it?” Simon groaned, looking at his wrist to check his watch. “Fuckin’ hell, it’s 6 in the bloody morning.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I was gonna bake you a cake and offer you tea, but I was called in unexpectedly yesterday an-”

“That’s lovely and all, but why are you knocking on my door at six in the morning with half-burnt cookies?” He interrupted moodily and almost regretted it once he saw her smile falter and her cheeks redden in shame.

“Oh…” She lowered the tray, her eyebrows scrunched as she analyzed the overcooked treats and tried hard to recover. “Well, I just wanted to apologize for all the noise from last night before I left for work. I feel terrible about it and-”

“Apology accepted.” He stepped back, ready to shut the door.

“Wait!” She held it with her foot, nervously trembling under his cold gaze. She took a deep breath, and he sighed, his head slightly tilted to the right, as if deciding what to think of the socially awkward woman meddling in his business. “I just…”

“Go on.” He encouraged, trying to speed up the end of the uncomfortable encounter.

“I’m new here.” she blurted out “I moved in about a month and a half ago and people don’t seem to like me very much already” she sighed, and he noticed the dark bags under her tired eyes.

“So I’ve heard.”

“I work at the Vet clinic a few streets nearby-”

“I didn’t sign it.” He interrupted once again, and she would certainly be frustrated if she wasn’t so happy about what he said.

“The petition?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?” Her face gleamed with relief “Because I-”

“I’m due to consider it.” He added, her expression quickly dropping to disappointment.

“Why?” Her soft, defeated tone could almost pull on his heartstrings. If he had one.

“I don’t know if you’ll bother me yet.” Now he was just messing with her.

“I won’t!” She argued, defensively.

“Alright. I’ll think about it over that cake.” He closed the door, leaving her open mouthed in shock, the tray of cookies still in hand.

He heard her softly press her forehead to the door after a thoughtful moment, and then yell out:

“Are you allergic to anything?”

“People.”

A/N: I'm back! I wrote this months ago but only just decided to start posting these series :) I LOVE writing porn but when it comes with a cute backstory attached it's just *chef's kiss*. I plan on keeping the chapters simple and comforting - writing has been really helping me cope with seasonal depression, and the boredom of routine in general. New chapter coming soon... Enjoy!

[minihotdog]

Locked Out On Valentine's (Choose Your Ending)

(Photo Cred: @chatskaja on twitter) <3

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get locked out on Valentine's Day and have to sleep over at a certain Lt.'s flat.

C/W: Reader is dressed a little inappropriately

A/N: Never tried something like this before so I hope it buffs out. Also, super late Valentine's fic whoops

Word Count: 1k

“What do you mean he’s not available?!” You stand with your forehead against your door.

“Barrack’s manager is out on leave, he’ll be back tomorrow. Recommend you stay with a friend for now.”

“Wait! Where’s the emergency ma-” *click*

What the fuck!

You huff, banging your head against the outside of your door. Today was one of the worst days of your life. You planned a date with your boyfriend of one year only to be dumped right before you were supposed to meet up. And after bawling your eyes out decide to run out to the fountain to get back the hydration you lost.

The redness around your eyes finally went away but they were so puffy you couldn’t even see your keychain still hanging on the wall.

You’re now stuck in the middle of the hall on Valentine’s Day in a short tank top and your bedtime booty shorts hoping a soul doesn’t appear and see you with all your goods hanging out.

The barracks manager - or whoever that was - told you to find a friend. You didn’t have any here. You’d been in the unit for all of five months and they weren’t all that accepting of new people. They oozed the “prove yourself worthy of our clan” mentality. You roll your eyes just at the thought.

Ughhh. I really don’t want to.

You whine internally as you pull up Cpt. Price’s contact on your phone hoping you’re not interrupting anything.

“Sergeant y/n, what’s the purpose of your call?” He sounds annoyed. You hear a feminine voice in the background and him softly shooshing it.

“Sir! I’ve been locked out of my room and the primary barracks manager won’t be in till tomorrow. I don’t have anywhere to stay.”

“That’s unfortunate, isn’t it?” His voice strains lightly. He’s quiet for a moment and you’re unsure if you’re supposed to say something or…

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll message you soon.”

You sigh in relief. Maybe he’d contact the emergency manager and they’ll come unlock your door.

You stand with your arms crossed, back against the cold wall for what feels like forever until your phone finally buzzes.

Cpt. Price: Bld 920 Room 1208. Stay there tonight.

You’re about to flood him with questions, like: Where’s the key? Is there someone already there? Who’s room is this? But before you’re done typing he sends one last message.

Cpt. Price: I’m busy tonight with work so no need to thank me. Or call me again.

Work…? Yeah right!

The room was at least in the same building as you. Beats trekking in the snow in slippers and the ungodly attire you have on at the moment.

You make your way up the stairs cursing the base for not putting an elevator in your building. You peer at each door while wandering further down the hall.

1206… 1207… 1208!

You take a deep breath before knocking quietly.

God, I hope it’s at least a woman.

A few seconds go by before the door swings open. You stand wide-eyed. If you had less control your jaw would be on the floor too.

You stare back at your Lt. in all his glory. He stares back at you in nothing but low-hanging sweatpants. His blond hair is disheveled, the color matching the patch of hair on his bare sculpted chest. You’d seen him maskless before but from afar. He’s someone many avoided, his demeanor wasn’t exactly inviting and his wrath, from the rumors, was even worse.

The light flooding through the door frame illuminates his face enough to show the fine features up close. The scars running through his lips and cheeks only add to the stirring inside you that’s leaving you speechless. 

As you try to stop yourself from ogling him right here and now he notices your eyes popping out of your skull and softly blows air out of his nose.

Is he laughing at me?

He decides to finally break the staring contest.

“What d’you want, pet?”

You stutter a bit before getting the words out,

“I got locked out, the captain told me to come here. He didn’t tell me it was your place.”

It was his turn to let his eyes wander. His eyes rake over your tank top, your arm over your chest to conceal the fact you’re braless, your exposed stomach and shorts that barely did their job as clothes. You stand there waving your water bottle around as you speak, completely unaware of the look on his face.

A smirk pulls at one of his lips as he listens to you ramble about the barracks managers not doing their jobs. Your voice gradually gets higher the angrier you get.

“What the hell are you wearin’?” He interrupts.

“Why are you answering the door half-naked?” You shoot back.

He sneers, “You show up at my door wantin’ a place to stay and you have an attitude?” He pulls his phone from his pocket seeing a barely coherent message from Price.

“Fine. No point in arguin’, Price is probably with the missus, doesn’t want to be bothered.” He steps to the side allowing you to come in. You cautiously accept and step into the space.

His place was neat, and well-kept, more like an apartment rather than the prison they kept you in. You turn back to look at him and notice the tattoos covering the skin of his arm. He pretends not to notice you checking him out as he walks to the hallway closet and pulls out a pillow and blanket.

He hands them to you, “Is that enough or d’you need a bedtime story too?”

“Little Red Riding Hood’s my favorite, please.” You snark, as you drop the pillow and lean over to throw the blanket over the cushions. You swear you hear his breath catch in his throat but get quickly covered up by him clearing his throat.

“So… What are you up to on Valentine’s Day?” You prod hoping to learn something about the most feared individual of the unit.

“Just another day, means nothin’.” He leans against the wall behind him. You sit with your legs crossed on the almost comically large couch, probably custom-made for his giant ass. You lean on your hand and look up at him.

“Is that so?”

“What happened to that muppet you’re always moanin’ bout? Should be with him.” He tilts his head to the side.

“Nah, he’s no good. Decided he liked by friend better.” You laugh sadly. “Can’t seem to keep them this time of year. I’m too cool for it.” You try to joke but end up cringing on the inside. His chest rises with a soft chuckle.

“That right?”

“You know it.” You wink at him.

The two of you go quiet for a moment. 

He decides to break the silence.

”You want some tea, love?

*** Decision Time ***

Why not? I'm already here and he's being nice. Sure, I'll have some tea.

Or...

I don't wanna be a bother. He's already having to let me stay over. I'm gonna pass on tea.

[yippeerrrs]

Ghost Headcannons

Artwork not mine!! @/seviida on twt!

So uh.. got a lil bored, enjoy!!

Angsty

Man is very flinchy when you touch him literally anywhere, would sometimes even get into a defensive position automatically.

Takes his job seriously, he won't admit it but he actually doesn't want anyone to die in battle.

If anyone does die he blames it on himself and gets angry at himself to the point where he would probably start throwing stuff around.

He probably shot his teammate once before because they startled him, thise memories will forever haunt him. And he'll never forgive himself for that.

He doesn't take off his mask, it's like a safety net for him. Doesn't like to look at his face either since all he sees is the bad memories he's been thru (because of his scars).

Because of him not wanting to take off his mask, if he takes a bath and he really has to, he'll keep his eyes shut. He doesn't feel like his body is his own after being repeatedly raped.

Would always turn people down when they confess to him. He doesn't believe that people would actually love him.

Barely trusts people, since he was betrayed more than once in his past he'll never actually fully trust someone.

Would sleep with his gun beside him for safety precautions.

Barely sleeps, he says its to 'train his body' but in reality he doesn't like the nightmares.

Fluff

Has a HUGEE soft spot for dogs, he would probably just babble about it for hours on end.

LOVES tea and biscuits in the morning, gets him in a good mood.

Would slightly hesitate if someone offered him a hug, but would eventually hug them (depending on who the person is , ofc)

Probably bites on his mask at times.

Mans mask probably smells HORRIBLE, he'd be the type to barely clean it.. yuck. (Buts its alr we still love him)

[dracobrooklyn]

Meet Me In The Woods Ghost x Reader x König

|| MDNI || 18+

Summary: You finally are ready to marry, your suitor. Simon Riley The great Huntsman who hasn't really fallen for you (yet) but he very much an honorable man. You have fallen for the handsome, strong, and brooding man. As time goes on, You and Ghost have gotten Closer together and bonded getting close to your wedding day. But someone else is not too happy with your matrimony. König the wolf that hid in the woods watching your every mood when he met you for the first time... though. You never met him... but he knows you. He knows your route, your favorite flower, the conversations you have with yourself, and the basket you carry with sweets and goods you bring to your grandmother. He wants you... so much. Being the wolf you would be frightened. So When the time is right... he's going to take you as his mate. It is your choice... Stay with the Huntsmen your future Husband. Or allow the Wolf to court you into his den as his mate forever.

This is my AU Writing of Ghost x Reader x König on Red Riding Hood. There will be two POV. Through Ghost and König. So if you don't fancy the other you can read the POV of the other. There will be two different endings so Other Than That. Enjoy!

This will have Mature Adult themes. Sexual Content, Violence, Language, and Triggers that will be tagged in the Chapters. Please do not interact if you are under 18. MDNI 18+

Huntsmen!Ghost

Chapters: WIP

Headcannons: Ask's Open!

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Wolf!König

Chapters: WIP

Headcannons: Ask's Open!

[teddy-bear-baby]

Their Deadly Flower - Four

A/n: This is probably my second favorite chapter out of what I have written so far. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Also, thank you to everyone who has supported this project of mine so far, it means so much to me.

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: None? I think...

Prolog - Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three 

     “Nobody saw.” You playfully smack Ghost’s shoulder as you continue to laugh with Soap. “It’s ok to show you care in ways that don’t involve yelling and cursing.” Ghost’s eyes shift down to yours from where they had been focused on the wall. When you look back into them you find yourself mesmerized by the way they had softened at you under his balaclava. You’re completely lost in them, that need to be near him nearly consuming you. Your heart beats in your ears as the rest of the pub falls away around you. In this moment there’s only you and him, no words need to be exchanged.

     Your staring comes to an end when Soap pats your shoulder. “I’m going for another.” He tilts the bottle at you as you pry your eyes from Ghost’s. “You need one?” You swore the man could drink damn near anyone under the table. He was already on his sixth of the night and was still semi-coherent. You’d kept to a slow pace, having just ordered your third about fifteen minutes ago. You usher him off with a gentle shake of your head. “Suit yourself.” His legs wobble slightly as he moves to stand from his seat next to you.

     You look away from your tipsy friend to glance around the table at the rest of your comrades. The team morale had shifted quite a bit from the unnerving silence in the Humvee a week ago. They all seemed so much more lively now, everything felt right. A content feeling settles in your chest, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Looking between the men you realize, after two long, long years, you finally feel comfort. Their very presence sparked a warmth within your body that you hadn’t noticed was missing for so long. You finally felt at home, not in any certain place but within the emotional confines of your team.

     With a contented sigh, you stand from your seat. “I think I’m gonna head back. I’ll see you boys tomorrow.” You swiftly make your way to the exit, the cool night air nearly knocking you over as you step through the threshold. The moon shines bright above as you take a moment to appreciate the stars as they twinkle against the dark backdrop of the night sky.

     How was it that something as mundane as the night sky could be so dark, yet so entrancing? It reminded you of a certain set of eyes, ones that were all too familiar. The way they’d stare back at you blankly, bored even. The way they twinkle with the light of the hall's fluorescents. The way they’d slowly shift and show something beautiful, only for the darkness to creep back in much sooner than you’d like. The way they’d stared at you only a few minutes ago sends a shiver down your spine. The way they'd shifted from cold and distracted to warm and welcoming as his gaze fell on you makes your heart flutter.

     Ghost’s masked face flickers through the back of your mind, remembering the wry laughs he’d let slip. The way the two of you would bounce sarcastic remarks back and forth, his eyes lighting up for a brief moment as he’d smile under his mask. Perhaps, somewhere along the way, you’d fallen for the stoic man. Somewhere in those moments when he’d let his walls down, even a little, he’d captured some part of your heart and kept it with him. And only now that you were back with him, were you reconnected to that piece of yourself.

     “You doing alright?” You feel as though your soul leaves your body when the deep voice reaches out into the once-quiet space around you. Your hand shoots up to grab your chest, not bothering to turn around as you hear Ghost’s light chuckle. That deep melodic sound sends shivers down your spine. Heat rises to your face as you listen to him shift behind you. “Why so jumpy?” His hand falls gently onto your shoulder as he moves you to face him. Your muscles threaten to quake at the contact but you shove down the feeling.

     “I’m fine, really.” You huff out as you comply with his motion, turning to face him. “I was just… I was thinking.” Your body threatens to answer that foreign call again, to step forward into his space. 

     He seems more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him. His eyes still hold the chuckle he let slip moments ago as he tilts his head curiously. His hand still sits on your shoulder holding you at arm's length from him. You know he’s silently asking you to go further with your thoughts but you couldn’t just come out and tell him. You couldn’t just say that you’re slowly realizing that you have feelings for him. He’s your lieutenant for fuck sake. On top of that, you’re fairly certain that this man doesn’t know the meaning of the word love. All he knows is good fieldwork and mutual respect.

     You shake the whirlwind of thoughts from your head. “It’s nothing.” You hold in a sigh as you take a step back trying to put distance between the two of you. You feel your heart threatening to leap out of you. That odd, off putting need to touch him claws its way up from your gut, settling heavy in your chest. You wave your hand haphazardly over your shoulder, trying to find an excuse to leave the situation before you act on these rash feelings. “I, um… I’m gonna- you know.” You cringe inwardly at your awkwardness.

     Ghost’s eyes flash with amusement as he watches you fumble over yourself. He gestures in the direction of the base. “I’ll walk you back.” He was just trying to keep you safe, you knew that. The struggle taking place in your mind prevented you from seeing it that way. You squirm under his gaze as more thoughts cross your mind. Ones that would never reach the light of day. 

     “I, um… No, that’s ok.” You stumble over your words attempting to get the lewd images out of your mind. “I think I can make the walk on my own. Thanks though.” You can feel the tension between you growing as you begin to mentally panic. You turn swiftly to walk away, wanting nothing more than to turn back and throw yourself at him. You push and push and push, but that feeling won’t leave. You risk a glance over your shoulder as you take a few more steps away from Ghost.

     His eyes are locked on your retreating form, unblinking. His annoyance shines in them as he takes a few slow strides after you. Your pace picks up as you feel Ghost’s presence inching closer to your backside. A familiar itch works its way into your leg muscles as you increase your pace once more, hoping Ghost will get the message and back off. He doesn’t though, he keeps pace about five feet behind you the entire way back to the base.

     Visions of him chasing you down and pinning you to a wall force themselves to the forefront of your mind. Groaning internally you keep pace hoping to make it to your room before Ghost gets the bright idea to say anything to you. To your surprise he turns off down a separate hallway, likely to get to his room. A sigh escapes you as you round the corner that will take you straight to your room. “Thank god.” Your words come out airy as you reach to open the door. You barely have time to touch the cold doorknob before an unfamiliar voice behind you makes you jump out of your skin.

     “Rough evening?” The voice is thick with what sounds to be a German accent. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The apology comes out in a breathy mix of words and light laughter, no doubt at the sight of you jumping. 

     As you turn to face the man you recognize his makeshift hood immediately. “Oh, it’s you.” Your brows knit together as you recall he’d ignored your request for his name. You purse your lips as you crane your neck to look up at him, only now realizing how close he was. Your chest flutters as you take in the sheer size of this man. Sure, you’d seen him earlier and he seemed large then. But now that you stood mere feet from him, the absolute enormity of this man hit you like a ton of bricks. “I, uh… I never caught your name.” Your skin crawls as he towers over you. You were certain he wasn’t trying to come off as menacing, but it didn’t stop it from happening. “I’m Iris, by the way.” You put your hand out hoping the small gesture will keep away the odd tension that had enveloped the two of you earlier.

     His eyes flicker in the shadows of his mask, from your face to your hand and back. His hand  comes out slowly to take your much smaller one in a firm but gentle handshake. “Ah, right, Iris.” His voice comes out unsure like he’s testing how it feels in his mouth. He pauses awkwardly, looking to you for confirmation that he’d said it right. You nod, finding it oddly adorable coming from a man of his stature. Your mind drifts from the hesitant look in his eyes to the feeling of his large calloused that still held yours firmly within it. “I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier. I get a bit nervous around other people.” His eyes go wide as they slowly slide to where the two of you were joined. He unfurls his fingers from around your hand, nervously dropping it to his side. Your hand feels oddly cold as you bring it to rest at your side. You force yourself to hold back a laugh as he looks at everything but you. “König.” With a small nod, he turns on his heels and retreats swiftly down the hall.

~~~~~

     It was one word, one single word. Yet somehow it has managed to plague your thoughts for over four days now. You had doubted it was his actual name, probably just a callsign like the one you’d given him. It didn’t matter though, it intrigued you. It picked at your brain as you repeated it over and over again. What did it mean? Of course, you had no way of knowing, you weren’t even completely sure what dialect it came from.

     You’d seen König a few times since he’d introduced himself. Mostly at meal time or just around the halls, but he always made an effort to at least say hello when your paths crossed. You had also bumped into him yesterday while getting in your daily training. Thinking back on it, you’re not sure why you agreed to it, but you wound up on the sparring mat together. You were scared at first that he’d absolutely plow you through the mat, but he was surprisingly gentle with you, playful even. 

     A huff leaves your lips as you refocus on the training you and Soap had taken to this morning. It was Price’s idea, he wanted to be sure you were still at your best, so here you were. “This is bullshit.” You eye Soap as he examines your form from across the sparring mat.

     Soap laughs as he continues sizing you up. “Don’t I know it. Not only do I need to grade your performance, but I also have to be sure not to hurt you in the process.” You don’t miss the sly smile that plays on his lips as he finally charges for you. His arms reach out to grab you as he runs at you. 

     You couldn’t be too upset. After all, it did give you something to focus on. Something that wasn’t a large brooding man with mood swings and a mask. Both König and Ghost had plagued your mind for hours on end. König had piqued your interest just by the pure enigma the man was. He was so large and intimidating, his very presence commanded every space he entered. It was hard to believe a man like that could really be so put off by simply interacting with other humans. It was endearing in a way.

     Ghost, on the other hand, had your mind in a spiral. You wanted so badly to reach out to him, to tell him how you felt. Every time you’d pass in the halls or sit near each other your head would spin. You wanted him with you at all hours of the day. The aura he exuded consumed every piece of you even when he wasn’t near. Even now, while you are alone with Soap, not another soul in sight, you can feel him. In your thoughts, his voice repeats your name over and over, a siren’s call beckoning you to come and find him. But you don’t. You push it down and focus on the task at hand.

     A hearty laugh bursts from your throat as you easily roll out of the way. “Please, you’re more likely to get bitten by a shark on dry land than are to catch me, let alone hurt me.” Your feet are swift and graceful as you move to avoid another one of his advances. “I kept up on my training for the whole two years I was gone.” You chuckle as you watch him trip over his own feet. 

     He huffs out a laugh as he steadies himself again. “You’re a fast little shit, I’ll give you that.” He smiles but doesn’t make any move to charge at you again. “I’m getting a hold on the way you move though. I’m not going to hold back anymore, I have every intent to take you to the mat. Consider that your warning.” He rolls his shoulders as he lowers his stance, staring you down like prey.

     Your body instinctively moves into a more defensive stance as you ready yourself for the oncoming assault. “Come on then Suds.” You laugh at the glare he sends your way. “Bring it.” Your hands move in a ‘come here’ motion.

     “Oh, now you’re gonna get it.” His voice lilts with a playful growl as he strikes out at you. His movements are faster this time, you still avoid them but only narrowly. You block every hit as it comes flying at you. Your body reacts mostly on its own as the two of you dance across the soft flooring. You lose count of how many times the two of you had made rounds through the room. He chased and swung while you expertly avoided every one of his attempts at you. Your body jittered with adrenaline as your mind raced, knowing it was only a matter of time before one of you got tired and slipped up. 

     The room remained completely silent as you began the cycle over again. He lunges for you, your feet carry you out of his reach to another corner of the mat. He swings, your body maneuvers away from the attack as your arm comes up to deflect it. As you round to the third corner of the mat you notice that two large dark figures linger in the doorway. The moment of pause this gives you allows Soap the upper hand. Taking hold of your momentary lapse in focus he charges, grabbing hold of your middle and manhandling you face down into the floor. He straddles the back of your thighs as you shoot an accusing glare at the two figures standing in the doorway. 

     Your eyes flicker between the figures. There with his arms crossed and a mildly amused look in his eyes, stands Ghost. His ever-present mask seems to mock you in your current position. The second figure nearly makes you do a double take. König stands over Ghost’s shoulder as he too stares at you from under his hood.

      Soap’s voice cuts through the silence. “You really shouldn’t let yourself get distracted like that.” His breathing is still harsh from the chase you’d given, and you can’t help but think his words are mildly poetic. “That’s how you end up injured, or worse, dead.” 

     You laugh to yourself as you soak in his words, ready to make him eat them. Your body moves faster than he can react. With your palms flat against the mat, you slide your left leg up the side of your body, releasing it from its previous confines between Soap’s legs. You kick it backward with all the force you can muster and your palms dig into the mat, twisting your upper body to follow your leg through its motions. Using the momentum you gain, you manage to throw Soap onto his side. Now, it’s your turn to take advantage of his hesitation. You jump onto his now prone form and force his face into the mat as you straddle his hips and, for good measure, you pin his right arm behind him. 

     You snicker, repeating his words back to him in a mocking tone as a small groan escapes his lips. “Give up, Soap. This little game of cat and mouse is over.” He growls in disapproval and squirms in an attempt to get you off of him. 

     “Give up MacTavish, Iris got you.” Ghost’s amused voice reverberates through the room, as Soap taps his free hand twice on the mat. You lift yourself off of him and step to the side offering him a hand up. Ghost gives you a small approving nod. “Good work, Iris.” Warmth settles In your chest at his words. Butterflies kick up a fuss in your stomach as the magnetic feeling returns, pulling you a step closer to him.

     “A lot of power in a small package,” König states, still standing behind Ghost. “Quite a useful commodity.” You take his words as a compliment and sidle up to the two large men.

     “I’d say I passed this little test of skills.” You smile up at them as you make a move to pass through the doorway. You were overly ready for a shower and lunch. Your body is sore from the extensive training exercise. You’re confused when Ghost doesn’t move from the doorway, nearly causing you to bump into him.

     “Not so fast, you two. No break time yet, Captain’s got us all heading into a meeting.” Ghost’s eyes meet yours as you start to protest. Your voice dies in your throat at the sharp look he gives you. “It’s mandatory.”

     “Yes, Lieutenant.” Yours and Soap’s voices sound off in unison with the same annoyed and mocking tone. You both sounded like schoolchildren who’d been lectured about not missing class again. Reluctantly, the two of you follow behind Ghost and König, mocking each other and bickering the whole way to the meeting room, gaining the occasional curious glance from König and an annoyed glare from Ghost. Only when you knew you were in earshot of the meeting room did you and Soap begin conducting yourselves like responsible adults. Straightening your shoulders and walking with purpose even if you were still in your sweaty workout clothes.

     Upon entering the room, you’re met with a few unfamiliar faces alongside Price and Gaz. Soap, Ghost, and yourself gravitated to the left side of the room, joining your two comrades who already stood there. König on the other hand joined the others on the right side of the table. Confusion ebbed at the back of your mind as you stared at König.

     Price spoke before your curiosity could get the best of you. “I take it, with the smell and all, training went well?” 

     Soap glances over at you then back to Price with a mildly unimpressed, “Eeh.” He shrugs as he turns his full attention back to you. “I’ve fought tougher adversaries.” His mouth twitches slightly as he attempts to hold back a grin.

     A small but sweet smile plasters itself across your face, eyes never leaving his. “I’m surprised you can pronounce words that long. Honestly, Johnny, that’s impressive.” 

     Ghost steps between the two of you. “Enough. Both of you.” He sounds like an annoyed father trying to keep his children in line. The look in his eyes on the other hand tells you he’s ready to choke the life out of you both. “Training went well.” He turns his attention to Price who stands there with an amused look on his face. “From what I saw, I firmly believe that Iris is ready to rejoin the team out in the field.”

     With an approving nod, Price moves forward with the briefing. “141 meet KorTac.” His hand gesture from your team across the table to where the other group stood. “KorTac, 141. Be nice and try to get along. We're all in for a bumpy ride together.”

Chapter Five