#price is guiding soap on gaz’s co-

[mistydeyes]

the boys during medical residency

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summary: we've seen the boys on the field but how would they deal on the other side of battle: in the medical field?

pairing: none!

warnings: swearing, medical descriptions

a/n: just a lil something something as i'm working on a few requests, wips, and preparing for my hospital rotation on monday!

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price

specialty: general surgery

the long hours or sudden calls don’t get to him bc this man never sleeps

"Price, sorry it's late but-" "I'll be right in"

no one knows how he does it but rumor has it he can be ready and over at the hospital in 20 minutes tops

maybe he's just the king of multitasking

a great educator for his fellow medical professionals and patients

he can make a procedure sound like a walk in the park with his soft smile and reassuring words

in fact, the new intern mistook him for a senior doctor when they first met him

that boosted his ego and made the early mornings even more worth it

once he's in the operating room, he is fully focused and locked in

regardless of the surgeon's choice of music for that day, price is ready to go and immediately steps in when its time

speaking of which, his stitches are textbook, perfectly aligned, high tensile strength, and with no tissue reaction

always has everything prepared for handoff to the night resident

this man is READY to leave once he sees his co-resident enter the ward

he gives the most essential run down (he's just tired, not sloppy) and he gets the hell out of there

soap

specialty: pediatrics

most people think pediatrics are straight forward but actually you need to have some creativity

that’s where soap comes in

a child needs to take a respiratory test but is having trouble? think of it like you’re blowing birthday candles

a child doesn’t understand why they need to have their operation? time to pull out dolls and teddy bears to show how the doctors are gonna make them better

he always shows up no matter how early or late with a smile on his face

easily the kids’ favorite resident (he’s the first person most ask to sign their cast)

hates pre-rounds, he wants to get right in and see the patient's and families for the day

despite this, the other senior and junior residents (even the interns) have to remind him that it is essential to have a plan

when he's finally let loose is able to round, he has a field day walking down the hall

you just know all the attendings and nurses have to keep it a secret that he's working the night shift

or else they'll have a full floor of excited kids waiting to chat when he comes in during rounds

gaz

specialty: physical medicine and rehabilitation

the absolute king of finding resources

he'll whip out a full pdf study guide on spinal cord injury treatment and leave you questioning if he made this or found it online

also has one of those pocket guides that sums up everything you learn in med school

he's always there to help out those in the same boat

has such a steady hand when it comes to injections for spascicity

always has a terrible joke when he sees someone is receiving botulinum toxin

"You're basically receiving a less cool botox treatment"

despite his corny jokes, the residents, especially the geriatric ones, love him

has a friendly demeanor when collecting a patient's history, they simply feel like its a conversation and they'll tell him everything

he loves when people report sport accidents but still say they'll go back to it when they're better

he appreciates the dedication fr

also great at communicating with patient's and giving them detailed instructions to follow before their next visit

but his favorite part of the job? the diversity of the patient's he sees

PM&R is such a unique speciality that you'll see patients with a variety of injuries from all walks of life

this man truly thrives on his adaptability to educate and treat whatever patient the hospital throws to him

ghost

speciality: emergency medicine

sign-out in the morning is always the most awkward with him

as the nurse gives him a run-down of his patients, he'll just stare and occasionally nod to show he's following

"That all?" is his go-to way to end the conversation and actually begin the day's work

despite his quiet demeanor, he'll go through the motions beautifully for any emergency

easily the attending's favorite because he requires no further instruction and keeps a level head given the hectic nature of the room

since he's the attending's favorite, he's the intern's nightmare with his constant stares and the overwhelming presence he gives

"Am I doing something wrong, Simon?" the intern asks as she preps a central line and he just shakes his head, "Personally not how I would do it but go ahead."

this motherfucker

despite this, everyone admits no one deserves the title of "chief resident" more than him

he's not necessarily the best in the "educating others" department but he's sure to give a good explanation if needed

just know he's not happy about it

but if you survive the infamous ghost of the emergency department, you're on the path to success

[babygirl-riley]

Secrets

Ghost and you have been co workers with benefits for while. Will something change?

Warnings: smut, porn with no plot, piv, f!receiving, simon being spoiled, mask kink, voice kink, little semi public sex(?), secret relationship, swearing, fluff

“Means we can break any law. I find it funny that you’re the only one I look for.”

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut list

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The meeting was hard to focus, it was steps for the upcoming assignment. Cartel was making moves that have become more erratic and more dangerous. Even though yes that is bad, you couldn’t get over the fact Ghost brushing his hand up your thigh, higher and higher, giving a quick squeeze before retracting.

It’s been two months since you both been fucking. It was wrong. Him being your lieutenant and you being his sergeant. The first time you both fucked it was behind ammo crates, you both were fighting then next thing you know he was hiking you up and pushing his cock into you. The sex has been fast and hard never in between.

There was also a rule, ABSOLUTELY no kissing. You both agreed that kissing made it real and what you both have is NOT real. Just a release. However, today you had to end it. Soap almost caught the both of you when you were fucking in the showers. Thinking that it was empty until the door open, Soap singing to the high heavens. Asking Ghost if he is in here and to discuss some football.

“Wheels we be up tomorrow mornin’. 0500,” Price said closing the meeting up. “Get rest.”

You were up and leaving first, you needed to breathe. How could you end it when your skin goes up in flames ANYTIME he touches you. Ghost knew something was up based how you would be leaving right after you both fucked or even not touching him subtlety. He would never admit it but he was touched deprived. For some ungodly reason he loved when you would give that attention to him.

Ghost didn’t want it, he needed you. He needed your touch, your attention, just fucking you. He needed you. Ghost never felt like he was a moth to a flame, always returning when it would start shining in the darkness. Ghost never went back to women, rarely at most. If he did call back it was twice possibly three times before he would disappear on them. Not only you were on his team but he couldn’t shake you off.

Ghost knew that it was wrong as well. Just couldn’t leave you, he hated when you would laugh at Soap’s jokes to patting Gaz’s shoulder. He was possessive. You were his. This new feeling came only a week ago, feeling his blood boil with rage when watching things unfold.

You didn’t expect a knock on your door. Half of you at least. You knew the knock. Ghost. Once the door opened he stepped in cornering you inside. “We can’t do this.” You mumbled as he closed the door behind him.

“Can’t what.” He said gripping your hips as he got closer.

“This.” You whispered as you smelt his smell. The gun powder. Cologne. Cigarettes.

He didn’t say anything but his face getting closer to yours. “Probably.”

“We should stop this.” You whispered having your back pressed more into the wall as he moved your thighs to plant one of his in between. Ghost lift his mask up, you felt his breath on your lips. A new feeling boiling up into you.

“Probably would be the smar’ route,” He whispered his sigh making an imprint on your lips. God all you wanted was to kiss him, smash your lips together. Break the rule. “I just need-just one. Bloody. Kiss.”

You looked down at his lips then to his eyes. “That would break many rules Ghost.”

“Simon.” He said quickly. “And we have already broken many love.”

Your heart started to race. “Simon.” You whispered then next thing that happened his lips were on yours. You gasped at first and didn’t know what to do. However you kissed back, both of you fighting for dominance of the kiss.

You thought you were going to be in charge until he backed you up to the bed. You laid down as he moved on top of you, he slid his hands under your shirt sending shivers down your spine. Everything was feeling good, his hands, his lips, the tent that formed in his pants. You wanted it all. Even though few minutes ago you were about to break it off. How could you now?

Ghost…Simon broke the kiss as he kissed your cheek, your jawline, then your neck. You hummed as you moved your head for him to be able to give access better. His kisses on your neck were sloppy then he bite not too hard to leave a mark but hard enough to have you curl into him.

“I dreamt of this,” He whispered into your ear taking it between his teeth before lifting your shirt off. “Latchin’ my lips onto your skin Tasting ya fully,” You moaned as he gripped your beasts. “We made the rule of no kissing but the more I thought about it the more it became addicting to think of. Like an itch ready to be scratched.”

You lifted yourself up to have him throw your shirt across the room. “Ghost I-.”

“Simon,” He bite hard onto your shoulder making you gasp. “I’m not your Ghost anymore. You call me by my name yeah?”

You nodded as he kept kissing down. You felt like your body was on fire, he has only had his lips on your cunt, liking it, eating it like a man starved. Right now however he is slow, precise, hitting all the soft spots on your skin. Mapping out different locations that made you tic.

Simon latched his mouth on one of your nipples as he swirled it around. You sighed as you rutted up into him, everything just was intensified. He slid his hands down to your jeans unbuttoning and shoving them down with your panties. He sucked hard onto the nipple before releasing it with a pop the started with the next one.

You softly kicked your legs to hear your clothing drop on the floor. You looked down at him, his painted eyes shut, looking like he was in heaven. It made you pussy clench around nothing, he just looked beautiful like this. He did the same event that he did on your other nipple then kissed in between your breast before opening his eyes. You both locked eyes as he kissed more down towards the place you wanted.

You didn’t even realized you stopped breathing by the time he kissed both of your thighs. “Simon stop teasing.” It was suppose to come out more authoritative but it came out as a whine.

Simon chuckled blowing on your cunt. “Needy needy,” He whispered before pressing a finger on your clit. “Fucking soaking doll.”

You hissed feeling that familiar shock course through you. “Simon please.” You begged basically almost panting.

Simon smirked at you before licking a long strip from your entrance to your clit, giving it a small flick with his tongue. You gasped gripping the sheets as he started devouring you cunt. Sucking and biting. You rolled your hips following his movements with his tongue. “Fuck,” You whispered as his tongue played with your hole. Simon could feel you tightening from it. He moaned sending the vibrations right into your core. “Ah!” You yelped, it’s like he has never touched you like this before. When you both first started fucking, your body was sensitive and needy.

The noises that came from his mouth was ungodly, the slurping, the squashing noises coming from your wetness. It was pornographic. Simon entered one of his fingers into your entrance, making your eyes roll. “Fuuuck,” You sighed feeling him pump his finger in and out of you before adding a new one in. “Right there Simon.”

“Say it again,” His voice was mumbled still latched onto your cunt. “Say my name.”

You started to pant as your orgasm was closing in. Before you could say his name a knock came at the door. You jumped, you tried to get back up before Simon’s large hand placed you down. He shook his head now going slowly on your pussy. You glared at him trying to get up before he bite your thigh. “Y/n I have paperwork for your assignment tomorrow.” Price.

You froze and gasped as Simon continued to suck on your clit. He gave you the look of ‘You gonna answer.’ Again you glared at him before clearing your throat trying to gather your thoughts. “Perfect, will you slide it underneath the door?”

It was silent at first, you bite the back of you hand as Simon pumped his fingers harder and faster onto the spongy spot. You quietly whimpered as your eyes rolled back. Your orgasm was coming quick and you tried to hold. You heard the paper slide under, feeling relief. “Of course. Remember 0500.”

“Yes sir.” You couldn’t believe that Simon kept going as you answered.

Simon then started to suck hard on your clit. Making you lay back fully trying to move away. Simon locked his arms around your legs pinning you down. “I know you almost there dove,” His fingers being sucked in and held made him want to cum right then and there. You were a naughty minx, he kept thinking to himself. How you were clenching anytime you would try to withhold a moan. How fast he moves his fingers. “You can cry all you want now.”

That you did, you whimpered as you felt yourself clenching around his fingers. Simon loved watch how his fingers would be engulfed as you whined through your orgasm. He made one last lick before kissing your thighs. “There ya go pretty.” He whispers as you heard the unbuckling of his belt.

“Simon everything.” You whisper looking down at him. He gave you a quizzed look. “All your clothes.”

Simon stood there before pulling his sweatshirt over his head and pulled both pants and boxers down. You sat up placing your hands on his abdomen. “Come here.” You whispered as he leaned down kissing you.

He kept kissing you as he lined his cock up to your entrance. He slowly push in, both of you stopped kissed as he grunted. Your mouth gaped open, you sighed as he settled into you. His cock pressed against your cervix. “Fuck.” He whispered leaning down to kiss you once more.

You whimpered into the kiss when he pulled out and slammed back in. God it felt like home, him being inside of you. Feeling his cock rub against your walls. His kiss. You grabbed onto his bare back, gripping his muscles, feeling them contract. Going over his scars softly, you would usually be surprised that he would even show off his bare body, besides his face. Right now, you just enjoyed his presence, he is handsome with it without scars.

You felt his hands grab yours as he put them above you. Gripping your wrists, you latched one of your legs up as he started to speed up. His cock hitting that spot that made you see stars. You grabbed around his neck kissing him once again. Both of your tongues dancing as both of your hips slapped against one another.

Simon moaned into your mouth as you second orgasm starting to spill out. You whimpered as your pussy clenched around his cock, begging to milk into you. You whined loudly as you gripped everywhere on him, bliss filling your veins. Simon kept his lips on your swallowing your moans and gasps. His thrust became harder and faster, one of his hands snaking down to your hip pinning you.

He stopped kissing you as his placed his forehead against yours. “I-I know this,” He hissed feeling his orgasm creeping in. “I can’t-I can’t stay away.” He whispered thrusting harder, sloppier.

You moaned from him saying that, you didn’t want to end it. You wanted more. You needed him. You wanted him. “I can’t either Simon.” You whined cupping his cheeks, watching his face soften.

Simon groaned deeply, looking into your eyes. You felt him faltering and his cock twitching more, his long vein rubbing against your walls. You could feel another orgasm coming, you snaked your hand between you and him and rubbed you clit.

“Ah-Simon please,” You yelled the coil burning through your skin. “I need you to cum with me please!”

Simon went faster his thrust sloppy. “Of course, I’m-bloody hell-I’m right there!” He said loudly.

Simon placed his face on the side of your neck. Panting loudly, you gripped his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. You came hard, harder than you ever had with him. Simon grunted and slammed into you pushing himself farther than he was before. You felt your walls become full of his cum, mixing yours and his together.

Both of you laid there for a moment, sweat sticking to each other. His weight wasn’t all the way pressured but enough to feel like a blanket. You rubbed his back, having your hand go up and down into his mask, through his hair. “I’m serious,” Simon mumbled pulling his arm on the other side of your neck in. “I can’t stay away. If you tell me that it’s done, I don’t know if I could.”

You laid there for a moment thinking how the hell it got to this point. You couldn’t either. “What are we going to do?” You sighed.

Simon pushed himself up, shaking a bit. “We have to keep it a secret love.”

You laughed rolling your eyes. “It didn’t seem like you wanted to when Price was here.”

Simon smiled, actually smiled. It was rare for him, especially when it wasn’t just the two of you. “Yeah he probably knows already.”

You smacked his shoulder. “He would be the one to keep our secret from, you muppet.”

Simon chuckled pushing a wet strand of hair out of the way. “This is going to be fun.” He kissed your cheek. You sighed rolling your eyes once more. He started to pull out, you winced and felt disappointed. Even your pussy was upset that he left. “Come here Sargent.”

He laid against your pillow taking you with him. “Yes sir.” You whispered leaning into him. You both slept softly, shit you know that this secret wouldn’t last long.

[ceilidho]

forced throuple (soap/ghost/reader)

i've been ruminating on this idea for awhile, that basically after the Alone campaign and after getting out of Las Almas, Ghost more or less decided that Soap is his person. sort of like his pack. and it's only obvious that anyone Soap considers family would also get lumped into his pack as well.

Ghost doesn't keep very many people close - even those that he considers close (Price, Gaz, Roach, etc), he keeps at something of a distance. this is exemplified by the way he still clings to the possibility of betrayal (like telling Soap that "people you trust can hurt you the most"), but after Las Almas, I think something flips in him.

There's a switch that's been off for years, maybe even close to a decade, and it flips back online when he finds this man that trusts him without question, that follows his orders and looks up at him with these big, puppy blue eyes and it twists something in his chest. I don't think he would've even had something like that before, definitely not during his youth when he was still overcoming his childhood trauma and certainly not after everything that lead up to Simon becoming Ghost.

I don't even think Ghost would be particularly upset if Soap came back from leave one day with a girlfriend; he trusts Soap's judgment completely. And once he sees her for himself, pretty as pie tucked under his sergeant's arm (all small and doe eyed, smart as a whip when she opens her mouth), all that does is confirm his assumption.

It takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost's brain to file her under "mine", slotting her right under Johnny in that category and isn't that just perfect because it also takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost to imagine what she might look like under Johnny.

Soap would be distinctly uncomfortable at first. There's a fine line between having Ghost's undivided attention (and oh, he eats it up at first, struts around with his chin cocked just a bit higher than usual because he knows everyone else is watching him with equal parts envy for being Ghost's favourite and abject curiosity/horror) and having Ghost's....complete....undivided....attention.

Like Soap just wants to parade his new girlfriend around (she's sweet but snippy, everything he's ever wanted in a partner) in front of his colleagues, but then Ghost gropes her ass in front of everyone on base (because by then, Ghost has already started to think of the two of them as 'his' in his head) and Soap just stares, mouth dry, absolutely humiliated but no idea what to do (he's just thinking over and over again, "Do I tell him to stop, what do I DO??")

Because Ghost is his buddy, his best friend, his CO - Soap trusts Ghost implicitly, would put his whole life in his hands and know that Ghost would keep him safe.

So he doesn't get it at first? Maybe he thinks Ghost is actually interested in his girlfriend and it wrecks him because Soap can see himself really falling for this girl, but Ghost is also like - he's a part of him. He probably briefly does consider just letting Ghost have her, conceding defeat.

Ghost would correct that assumption soooo quick. There isn't a version of him that wants someone who doesn't also want Johnny. Inconceivable. After everything that they've been through together, the root of him and what he wants is inextricably tied with what Soap wants - he almost wishes he could live inside his head, just a constant stream of Johnny's thoughts into his.

Like Soap genuinely likes having all of Ghost's attention on him because he's a bit of an attention whore but it's a bit different when his LT is holding his head down into his girlfriend's pussy and telling him exactly how to rub his tongue over her clit.

Worse because Ghost's hand curls around his cock when he guides him through it, slick with lube. Almost too tight at first, clearly mimicking the way Simon likes to jerk himself off, even though Johnny prefers a slightly looser grip, a little slower, more indulgent.

Worse still when Ghost positions Soap over her, big hands on his hips and Soap has never felt like he had narrow hips until this very second. Lube drizzled over the furl of his entrance and his head spinning, staring down into his girlfriend's eyes as she watches the two of them wide eyed, still so anxious and it makes him want to sooth her, coo down at her that he's got her and everything's going to be just fine, but that thought is snipped right out of him when Simon lines himself up and presses in and his vision just goes white.

This whooollleeeee au is basically "when a bigger, stronger guy hits on ur gf but it's ok bc he also wants to plow u (her boyfriend)"

[dnaofhersoul]

a crush. (smut)

simon “ghost” riley x female reader

first post!! idk how long this just gonna be but we’ll figure out by the end lol

warning: simon being rough, spanking, degrading, crying from pleasure, drooling

ever since you were placed in task force 141, you’ve always had a little.. crush, on your lieutenant. at first it started small. getting to meet the task force.. but him. more specifically.

2 years ago.

you’re being guided to a meeting room by your CO.

“here you go.” he says, pointing to a door in front of you, walking you inside. you see a few men, one with a beard, a younger man, someone with a mohawk.. and a man wearing a skull mask.

your CO speaks. “this is y/n l/n. you all may remember her from when we went over her persona file together. get to know each other dor a bit. i’ll back after awhile.”

he closes the door, leaving you all together.

the man with the beard speaks up. “i’ll be your captain. captain price. thats gaz, our buddy soap, and ghost.” he points to everyone as he names them, they all wave or talk a little. except for ghost. he just glances at you.

something about that mysterious demeanor captured your attention from the start.

back to present time.

your mind is plagued with him. everytime the group goes out to hang around, get drinks.. you stare at him. his muscles. his dark eyes. his tattoos. the veins on his arms. the thought of his rough hands pulling on your hair, his fat cock sliding in and out of your holes. him treating you like a whore..

“thats it. you little slut.”

“yeah. just like that. take it all.”

“beg for it. you want this dick so bad, hm? be a good girl and take it then.”

i guess nobody ever notices. or so you thought.

price invited everybody to his office, with a pack of beer. everyones just drinkin, talking, until soap speaks up.

“‘ey, how about we play a game. truth or dare?” he smiles. we look at soap, and mutual agreement instills to play the game. “how about the lass goes first?” he smiles and looks at you. “why not?” you smile. “truth or dare?” “truth.”

“hmm..” he says, thinking for a second, before his eyes light up. he giggles to himself before speaking. “okay.. why do like starin’ at ghost here? hes a little guy after all.” he smiles at his own sarcasm. “little?” ghost side eyes soap, who promptly shushes him. “you got a little crush on him?” soap says to you. you begin to blush. ghosts moves from side eyeing soap to staring at you. as if he was looking at prey and he was the predator.

“you’re seein’ things soap. i don’t have a staring problem, unlike you.” you laugh awkwardly, trying to deflect the question. you feel ghosts eyes on you the entire time, staring through his baclava. “hey, uh.. you guys keep on without me.” you say, standing up and making an excuse to get out of there.”

“i just remembered i need to fill something out. it’ll take awhile. maybe i’ll come back if you guys are still around here when i’m done.” you smile, giving a small wave and closing the door before beelining it to your room, blushing. you stuff your face into your pillow and let out a long, exaggerated sigh. your face is still pink with blush and embarrassment.

there wasn’t any paperwork for you to do. you just feel so.. awkward about it. you sigh and stretch onto your bed. you take off your bra, and change into more comfortable pants. you admire your body for a second in the mirror while changing. your perky tits, your curves, you look good.

you lie in bed. your mind begins to wonder again. ghost.. his muscles. him pinning us against the wall.. tugging down our pants and panties. rubbing the tip against your hole.

you slide your hand down into your panties and begin to play with your clit as you think about him.

him bending you over his leg, spanking you. making you count each hit. fingering your pussy with his massive digits.

you slide your fingers into you and begin to move them in and out as you slide your pants off.

him shoving his cock into you, arching your back and using you like a fleshlight. using you like a toy, like the slut you are for him.

*knock knock knock*

you’re snapped out of your trance. you panic, getting up to wash your hand off. “who is it?” you yell while washing your hands. “ghost.” you freeze as you hear his deep voice. “uh- just a minute!” you dry your hands and run over to your pants, sliding them back on. you look in the mirror, making sure you look presentable. you open the door, his tall frame towering over you. “can i come in?” he says, his voice turning you on already.

“oh uh- yeah. of course.” you open the door and let him in, going to sit on your own bed. “why- are you here..?” you ask. “what was that about.” he says. “what are you talkin’ about?” you say, knowing EXACTLY what hes talking about.

“the truth or dare thing.” he says, looking down at you. “you wanna answer that?” he says. “i- well its complicated..” you say before he cuts you off. “talk.” you avoid eye contact with him, an awkward silence instilling. he grabs your face and makes you look at him, you’re blushing pink. “look at me. talk.” you look at him. “i uhm.. i think. i have a crush on you.” you say, your face warm. he stares in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

“well isn��t that cute.” he says. you tell can hes smirking through his baclava. in one swift movement, he pins you down onto the bed. “and what do you reckon you wanna do about that crush?” he says. you’re frozen. you’re flustered and begin to trip over your words before he pulls his mask up just above his lips and presses his lips onto your roughly.

you moan into his lips, his mouth traveling down your neck. his hands slide up your shirt, feeling your tits. he lifts your shirt up, squeezing your boobs with his rough hands. you make a bold move and begin to rub his dick through his pants, he chuckles when you. he unzips his pants and tugs them down a little, letting you feel him through his boxers. it already feels huge but its only half hard.

he slides his fingers down your body towards and into your panties, playing with your hole, his middle finger pressing against it over and over but never entering. you whimper and play with your nipples, trying to stimulate yourself more, while toying with his cock from the outside of his boxers. he slaps your hand away from your boob. “be patient.”

you moan. he finally pushing his middle finger all the way in your tight hole. “fuck.” he grunts out, relishing in the tightness. you moan, and reach in ghosts boxers. you pull out his cock, its fully hard now and its massive. you salivate at the sight of it. you keep on stroking his cock, keeping him hard. not like he needs too much assistance though. the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his finger is more than stimulating.

he uses his thumb to start gently rubbing your clit while still fingering you. your legs shake but you want more. “more- please.” you whimper out. he continues fingering your cunt and speaks. “more what?” he says. “use your words. ask for it.” he looks down at you. “please- please put another one inside.” he slows his pace down before inserting another finger in, as slow as possible.

he begins to pump his fingers in and out, very slowly picking up speed. you start to get loud, the wet noises coming from your pussy prominent. he starts to speed up, but not enough to finish you off. your eyes roll to the back of your head. “look at me.” he says, grabbing your face roughly. “beg.” you moan. he doesn’t even need to say what to beg for, he knows you want it.

“please- please let me finish please- i’ll be good i’m so close.” you cry out, bucking your hips up for something to push you over the edge. he speeds up, moving his fingers extremely fast, pushing against your g-spot until your eyes roll back, your legs shake and you cream all over his fingers. your high seems to last forever until you come down from it.

your legs are still shaking a bit from the orgasm. your breathing is heavy, you find some strength to look at ghost. “good girl.” he says, his cock still hard. he licks your cream off his fingers, and kisses you, tasting yourself. he pulls his baclava back down over his lips and strokes his cock a few times, pulling your panties to the side. he lines the tip up with your cunt, rubbing the tub on your hole and clit. “you want it?” he says.

you nod profusely. he rubs it a bit more before finally pushing his cock head in. the tip already feels huge, you moan. he pulls back out and shoves the tip in and out for a bit. “just put it in!” you cry out. he grabs you by your face, basically slapping you. “you’re gonna be a good little whore. you better not complain again or i’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk.” he says. that threat turned you on so much, you flex your pussy the next time sticks the tip in, prompting a groan from him. he pushes it in inch by inch, your pink walls taking him in so good. you moan loudly at the stretch, and he begins thrusting slowly. you moan and whimper as his cock slides in and out of you, drooling as his length fills you up over and over again.

he begins to thrust faster, leaving only his tip in and slamming his length back into you over and over. you moan his name. “ghost- ghost please- more, oh my- fuuuck.” you cry out. “call me simon.” you look up at him and cry out his real name, louder this time. “just like that simon- fuck me harder.” you cry out as he slams his dick into you.

he suddenly pulls out, flips you onto your stomach and arches your back, and slams back into you but from behind. he keeps his hand on your back to keep you arched as he uses you like a fleshlight. he rubs your ass before slapping it. you cry out, the pain feeling so good. he continues to fuck you while spanking you. “you like that? you fuckin’ like that?” “yes- yes please just like that.” thats gonna hurt tomorrow, but you don’t care right now.

he pulls your hair back, your eyes roll to the back of your head. the pleasure is too much. you drool and moan as he continues to pound his massive cock into you, squeezing and spanking your ass. your moans fills the room along with the erotic noises of him pounding into you and your wet pussy. “simon- i’m close- don’t stop please i’m gonna cum.” you moan out.

he begins to speed up, he angles his cock to hit spots you didn’t even know existed. your moans turn into whimpers as you get closer and closer, until your high finally comes undone. you scream out his name, everyone definitely heard it. it feels perfect, you feel so filled up. he rides you through your high, his grip on your hair loosening. he thrusts faster into you, chasing his own high.

he pulls out, stroking his cock as fast as he can, cumming on your ass. you can hear him grunting and hyperventilating. you’re still whimpering and shaking, you flop onto your side. he lies down beside you. “you still awake there, love?” he chuckles. you nod, you feeling weak and still sensitive. “do i get to see your face now?” you smile a bit. “you’re not quite there yet love.” he says, moaning to lie on his back. you nod and chuckle.

“so.. am i more than a crush now?” he says, turning his head to you. you think for a second before nodding slightly. “yeah.. yeah i think so.” you say, lifting up his mask slightly, just to see his lips. you kiss him gently. you’re more than friends now, and definitely more than a crush.

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a/n: FIRST FIC AHH!!! i hope this does well! i hope anyone who reads it enjoys, i didnt revise this so i’m hoping for the best 😭 love yall!

[vixen7243]

Undivided Attention: Soap

Johnny[Soap] MacTavish x AFAB!Reader | TF141 x AFAB!Reader

Masterlist | Gaz | Price | Ghost | Soap

MDNI!!

With the team back, you noticed you always had a shadow following you around base. Currently in the clinic you held back the smirk as you caught a glimpse of Johnny stepping in and leaning by your door to your office. Finishing up the last few stitches on the new recruits temple you turned around to clean up the bloody cotton swabs, "So, does a kiss come with the bandage?" Looking up to Johnny, you saw how his whole body tensed, face hardened, his sweet playful smile gone, he was glaring at the boys behind you.

"No, your buddy can give you one though if you really need it." You said taping a bandage over his stitches. Flinching a bit when one of the boys grabbed your right arm and tried pulling you more to them. "Owe, hey, let me go."

"Why you trying to be smart? Co-" The recruit was cut off as Johnny grabbed his collar and dragged him closer coming face to face.

"Let go of her right now." You shivered at his tone, following his hand, as he guided you gently behind him, "Bonnie, go back to the barracks, LT should be there."

"But Joh-"

"Go." He glanced at you, tone soft but warning, eyes holding his anger, not at you though, once he got a good look at you he softened slightly. "Go Bonnie."

"Okay." You were quiet as you turned and left following his order. Walking into the barracks, sure enough Simon was sitting on the couch leaned back flicking through the channels. "Hi."

"Hey luv, you okay?" You sat down beside him and fiddled with your fingers looking over to the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You'd said turning and looking at him trying to smile.

"What happened?" He'd asked, leaning forward onto his elbows on his knees, staring at you.

"I think Johnny might be killing some recruits in the clinic." Glancing to the corner of your peripheral at Simon, "They'd made something of an inappropriate comment and then grabbed me." And before your could say anything more the door to the barracks opened making you both look to it, and you shot up making your way around the coffee table. Johnny stepped in, blood all over his hands, and some on his cheek and on his shirt, "Oh my god, Johnny, baby, are you okay?"

"Aye, m' alright bonnie, not me to worry bout." His playful smile was back, eyes gleaming as he looked down at you while he made his way to the sink.

"Jesus, did you kill them?" You'd asked handing him soap and then finding a clothe to grab his wrists and take over helping him wipe the blood from his hands. "You didn't... did you?" His chuckle sent a cold chill down your spine and decided to stop any further questions on the recruits and after getting one hand cleaned, you pulled his hand up and kissed each of his knuckles and then turned his hand to kiss his palm. Drying it quickly, you then grabbed his other hand and repeated the process. Finishing you looked up at him just as he turned you around and sliding his arms around your waist and started guiding you to his room. Glancing back you saw as Simon was now talking with Kyle, where Kyle came from you had no clue but they both looked mad. Stepping into Johnny's room all you could think was that if Johnny hadn't killed them, the other guys were definitely going to based off their looks. "Johnny?"

"How's yer arm?" He asked after removing his shirt, grabbing your hips lightly, he pulled you between his legs as he sat down.

"I'm fine, really. I tried telling you that at the clinic." You cupped his cheeks, then started dragging your hands and fingers all over him, rubbing and squeezing. "Johnny, baby, what did you do?"

Looking up at you he smirked, "Ye know what I did bonnie, so does LT." That remark made you shiver, "I've no doubt he and the other two will take care of the rest if they are still sitting in there." Biting your lip you pouted pinching his chin and forcing him to look up into your eyes.

"Work is work, but not when it comes to this Johnny. I don't want you guys to do anything rash, especially because of me. You're such an amazing man and I appreciate you protecting me and standing up for me, but I would never get over it if anything happened to my bois." You kissed his forehead then littered kisses all over his face. "Please don't do anything rash because of me Johnny." You whispered against his lips before pushing into him, his back straightening into you, his hands fully wrapping around you and keeping you against him. "Promise me Johnny, I can't loose you guys."

Pulling you into his lap he kissed his cheeks and nose, "I promise bonnie."

Wrapping your left arm around his neck you pulled him back into a kiss, squeezing your thighs on either side of his hips. "Johnny." As he let kisses lightly trail down your neck and carefully graze over your collar being so delicate with you, you felt like glass. Shivering in his hands as he unbuttoned your shirt, ever so carefully sliding your shirt down and off of you. "So gentle with me, making me feel special." You said smiling as his eyes glinted up at you as his tongue dragged through your breasts. "Gentle but dirty." You giggled locking your lips with his, moaning as you sucked on his tongue when he slide it between your lips. Feeling him slowly grind your hips along him you started moving with him whining into his mouth as a hand dipped into your pants fingers teasing through your underwear. Gasping back as you both looked down, you undid your pants, and watched as he pushed your underwear aside and slide his middle finger between your folds before dipping it into you his thumb rubbing your clit just how you like. Johnny never teased you when you guys would start to get intimate, he loved getting on his knees for you and getting you straight to an orgasm, pleasing you and making you happy. In his eyes, you work more than hard enough, he is always happy to serve you, taking each word you tell him as a command and not hesitating to follow.

"Yer amazing bonnie, so lucky." He said sliding another finger into you groaning with you as he started pumping his fingers into you, feeling your silky walls clasp around him.

"You're going to drive me crazy Johnny, always knowing how to make me happy baby. You ne-shit-never disappoint me. Oh, right there Johnny." Focused on his fingers you whimpered, the sound of your pussy squishing around his fingers filling both yours and Johnny head. Eager to hear you some more, Johnny used his other hand to slide your tank top up your body and fondle your breasts, before then unclasping your bra. Moaning when he started flicking your one nipple and sucking your other nipple between his lips, suckling and flicking the bud you arched up to his mouth cupping the back of his head holding him to you, grinding your hips more into his hand. Trying to spread your legs a little further your breath stuttered in your throat as your clit throbbed under his thumb, the pressure fogging your mind making you delirious, mindlessly humping his hand aimless praise and pleas falling from your lips.

Grunting around your nipple he smiled looking up to you as he felt your arousal gushing and spilling around his fingers, your walls flutter, trying to suck his fingers deeper, all while you came, "FuCK! Yes, Johnny, fuck." Still moving your hips over his fingers you road out your orgasm, the warm tingling in your stomach only growing when he released your nipple with a pop, his saliva connecting his bottom lip to your breast, "Like a babe." You giggled as you relaxed into his lap smiling as he spun the both of you, trapping you under him making sure to lay your head into his pillows.

"Aye, if ye keep letin us fuck ye unprotected, ye'll have a real one soon nough. Might s'well get yer pretty nipples ready, ya?" You couldn't help the blush that dusted your cheeks or the way that your cunt continued to clench around nothing. Slightly embarrassed you grabbed his shoulders.

"Who said I wasn't using protection?" You said noticing as he halted his movements and stopped kissing down your stomach to look at you.

"Ye uses protection with the others?"

"With all of you. I take birth control every morning and if I feel after a time with any of you that I could be or get pregnant...I take... a pill." It was quiet for a moment, felt too long considering this was Johnny. You couldn't get a read on if hearing this mad him upset or not, although you don't lay with anyone else but them, or entertain talking to anyone, you know how intimately they own you, and you know that none of them sleep or talk to anyone else either, they believing that they belong to you just as much. But any thought to your personal lives, at home, away from all this work and blood shed, how your relationship from deployment would actually be you had no clue, none of you had ever talked of it. "Johnny?"

"Hm." He'd only hummed, but his lips didn't return to your skin as he looked into your eyes. "Would it make ye that unhappy... to get pregnant by us?"

Your eyes widened, this conversation truly felt like a group discussion, an important one at that, "It's not that it would make me... I don't feel... I just didn't know what you guys would think if I came forward one morning...telling you all that I was pregnant." You traced his jaw with light fingers, "This is something for everyone to be apart of, other matters to discuss and figure out."

"Are you no longer in the mood?"

"Are you?"

The smirk that reclaimed it's place on his face eased your heavy heart, "Whenever I can get ye in my arms and especially in my bed I'll always be in the mood bonnie." Continuing his decent down your stomach, you shivered as he started working your pants and underwear down your legs, nipping and kissing to your ankles and then back up. Slotting himself between your legs, "We can have that chat with the others, but I want ye to know, I'm going to bend ye in half all night, fillin ye womb to the brim with everything I have. I don't want ye to take any extra precaution in the morning either. If ye get pregnant, mine or the others, I will take care of ye and the babe. Always and forever bonnie." His soft kisses to the apex of your thighs, pelvic and finally cunt whispering of a house, kids, dog you've always wanted and cat that he could stand, his mother loving you, you always round with his babes. While his tongue worked your clit, fingers continuing to fill you till he's felt content with the amount of times you've cum on his fingers you took the time to take over his foretelling of what the future could hold for the two of you. Excitedly mentioning the other men, for every time you mention bedding one of the others, carrying their babes, them also at that sweet picture dream home he would suckle a little harder on your clit, moan louder against your cunt, fingers scissoring and curling abusing that sensational spot that curls your toes.

Huffing through another orgasm you drowsily watched as he worked back up, stopping momentarily at your stomach rubbing his thumbs on the sides, kisses all over your stomach, and again around your breasts. Cupping your cheek, he kissed you, slowly, while the taste of you on his tongue and feel of his wet chin made you moan with him, wiggling under him, fumbling with his belt and pants. Working them down he sat up and removed them himself, pulling your leg to his hip before bringing his tip to rest at your entrance, kissing you deeply he eased himself in both of you moaning and whimpering. Tongues intertwining just like your bodies, you raised your legs a little higher onto his hips arching up as his cock reached to your cervix you clawed his shoulders and back, falling over the edge when his whimpers and silent pleas for you to take everything he had.

Feeling as his cock twitched inside of you before pushing his hips into you, you pushed back against him. Pulling your knees up and against your chest he held himself into you, playing your clit, using that little pearl to bring you to another orgasm, one that felt hot and piercing, taking your breath away as he started pounding himself into you through the middle of it, making you practically scream writhing and twisting from the stimulation.

Nearing morning the two of you, covered in sweat, his cum filled you to the brink, slowly spilling and pooling at your ass, groaning at the sit he turned to his side pushing his fingers back into you, trying to pump all back to its home. "Don't waste it bonnie."

"I'm still on birth control Johnny, this is more or less just practice." You giggled, also turning to him, throwing your leg over his him, the both of you scooting impossibly closer to each other.

"Fine, practice, amazing as it is, we'll perfect everything." He said laughing against your neck. Shaking your head you closed your eyes and tucked yourself around him falling asleep, your light snores lulling him to sleep.

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Waking up some hours later, you untwined from Johnny making your way to the shower before too long Johnny had awoken and joined you, helping you wash the soap off your body and giving you an early morning orgasm that had the both of you almost slipping and falling, laughing as he tried to refill your emptying womb.

Making your way into the rec room, you noticed the rest of the guys sitting around quiet, "Good morning." You said walking in, John reached his arm out, slipping it around your waist while you were walking past him, pulling you to his lap.

"Two of you kept us up all night." He said, voice rough, and his cock twitching against your thigh.

"Sorry." You said stifling a laugh as Johnny chuckled making the two of you coffee.

"Sure you are gorgeous." Kyle said smirking at you.

Taking your cup from Johnny you sipped while he sat by Simon, quiet settling over all of you again. Although it was comfortable, your mind wander to last night, the small chat of pregnancy and your guys relationship out side of deployment heavy on your mind. How were you supposed to bring that up? Biting your tongue you decided to wait, there will be a time, you just don't want to bother them. Rolling your shoulders, pushing that tension aside, you melted into John's chest slowly looking over all of them.

"So, what did you guys do to the recruits?"

Love a dark twisted Johnny, beat the shit out of some creeps and breed the shit out of his girl.🥵 He'll do all that he can to make his girl happy, and make her cum.🫠 A real good man.🫡

[strangeaddictiongk]

Don't Move Another Inch

*Note: This isn't exactly following real life structure within the military dynamic, I know that and I honestly don't care. This is fiction, either read it or don't.

It is a rough draft and will likely be edited later. I tried to stay true to Ghost, but I'm not exactly sure it is fully him. I'm still trying to understand him as a character so bear with me please.

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Unedited. ~2.4k words. *Suggestive themed - MDNI*

You exhale, hands tightening on the bar as you try to figure out how to do this. The chopper is full of 141, and your previous seat is now occupied by Soap. “Find a seat!” Price commands from the co-pilot seat up front. “We have to go! Now!”

You nod, trying to hype yourself up, but you are unsure. You are a medic, a base medic. Not a field medic. The field medic is sick with the flu, so you are the fill-in. You did not ask to be here, covered in Gaz’s blood with him barely clinging on. The only other available medic is a rookie, and they are not ready for fieldwork.

The heat of the flames engulfing the building behind you warms your back, and the seconds are ticking by. You board the crowded chopper. Your hands brush against Gav, securing the kemp blanket over him tighter before you move deeper into the hull. You intend to sit on Soap’s lap, a middle seat away from the open door. It will be a tight fit, but the only other option closer to you is Ghost. And you do not want to push Ghost into being uncomfortable. Normally, Gaz would be the one offering you a seat. Teasing you about how perfect you would be together despite you consistently turning him down. Your heart clenches in your chest, and your gaze shifts to him, waiting for the joke, but it does not come. He lays still, silent.

Soap catches your gaze next and sees the question in your eyes. He gives a short nod; you could sit with him. But before you can fully pass Ghost, his hands are on your hips, guiding you down onto his lap as the chopper whirs louder, signaling you are about to be airborne. You gasp and reach to grip the strap that he is already holding as the chopper lifts off the ground. Your fingers grip his forearm in desperation to not fall out of the open door. The muscles flex under your touch, and he shifts beneath you slightly.

Gav’s body on a stretcher takes up most of the floor space as you tuck your legs and feet between Ghost’s and the paneled wall that juts out only a fraction as best you can. You are straddling one of Ghost’s thighs, and if the matter had not been so serious you could only imagine the jokes and crude commentary the others would be throwing your way, but everyone is somber and silent as they worry over Gav. You had bandaged him and prepped him as best you could for the flight back to safety. Losing him once already had everyone on edge.

You do not make eye contact with anyone else, aware of the heat Ghost is giving off underneath you. His body is solid beneath you. Your eyes close temporarily, a shiver running down your spine at the unexpected proximity.

“Hold onto me,” Ghost rumbles over the sound of the blades whirring, and it lifts off the ground.

You nod again, unable to think straight as you panic over Gav and try to calm your racing heart over your position. After his other arm winds around your waist, you shift, and he tightens his hold. You grip his arm, nails biting into the heavy fabric of his uniform. Your other hand braces on his vacant thigh to keep yourself stable. His thigh is warm and tense under your palm as you sway with the chopper. There are not enough headsets to go around. An emergency evac had never been a top plan for today’s mission. You are deaf to whatever orders Price is likely issuing and relying on Ghost to tell you if they are important enough.

So, now you have to rely on Ghost’s touch or his voice near your head for anything that is not related to Gav. You shift again, trying to watch for Gav’s rising and falling chest now that you are positioned by his feet. It is there still, steady, but not as strong as you would like. Ghost’s fingers dig into your waist when you shift a third time.

“Stop moving… please.”

“I’m sorry, I’m worried.”

He shifts underneath you, hauling you back against his chest. Your body is squarely on his lap now and not his thigh. Your lips fall open in surprise at what you feel. He huffs when you stiffen in his grasp.

Tucking his head down, his mouth is near your ear, even with the mask being a protective layer between you. “We are all worried, but no one else is fidgeting like you are.”

His hand is under the vest they insisted you wear before the flight and your t-shirt. You are not dressed properly, in jeans and a t-shirt, not fit for the med bay much less the field. The soft press of his gloved hand is warm against your skin. You take a strangled breath in, and his chest rumbles with a chuckle.

You shiver, feeling the hard press of him against you. And his teasing does not help ease your mind. Ghost has never flirted with you, not like the others. He has never given you an indication that he is attracted to you at all. But right now, the attraction screams from underneath you. You swallow and try not to think about the size of the man beneath you.

“I could have sat with someone else,” you mutter before he lifts his head to look at the others. Your gaze stays solely on Gav, but you can feel Ghost's fingertips moving gently in an up-and-down pattern on your waist.

“I don’t fucking think so.”

You shift to look at him in surprise when you notice the growing stain on his collar. “Ghost?”

“What?”

“Are you bleeding?!”

He shifts, looking down at the blood staining his front. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a scratch.”

Your eyes widen as you try to find the source of the bleed. He stares at you, but you ignore the burning of those eyes and shift once more to tip his chin up before slowly easing the mask above his collarbone to reveal his neck. That is when you notice the deep gash on his neck that disappears into his shirt. Blood soaks his mask and the collar of his uniform.

“It looks like more than a scratch!”

“Focus on Gav, Darlin’. I’ll be fine.”

You huff, not liking the answer. Gav is the one who is knocking on death’s door, but you can’t exactly let Ghost bleed out underneath you. You lean forward, and immediately his hand grips your waist as you grasp the medic bag that is stationed between Gav’s legs.

“Fuck!” Ghost breathes before you sit up straight and dig around for something to patch him up with temporarily. “Warn a guy next time, Smoke.”

The use of your code name makes your cheeks burn. The name had been a joke because you were elusive with everyone around you. Never trusting anyone to linger longer than necessary at first. You bite your lip, cheeks heating as he shifts underneath, uncomfortable with the growing matter between his legs. It is wrong for him to have a hard-on right now, but he had put himself in this predicament. He should have let you squeeze in on Soap's lap, but the thought of someone else holding you had him seeing red.

“Hold this,” you instruct Soap, who holds the medical bag with ease on his lap as he watches you work before glancing at Ghost, who has gone ridged when you shift even more in his lap.

They exchange a look, and Ghost internally groans, knowing he will pay for this later. You face him now. Practically straddling his lap, chest nearly touching as you inspect the cut on his neck and down into the collar of his shirt. “Can I look at you?”

His eyes squeeze shut, but a forced yes reaches your ears, and you are quick to undo the straps on the left side of his vest before moving to the shoulder one.

“Soap!” You yell, and he leans closer to better listen to you. “Keep a count of breaths Gav takes per minute. If it drops any, let me know!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

You turn your attention back to Ghost. “Relax, Lieutenant.”

He shakes his head, smirking at you despite the mask covering it. You unbutton his uniform and push it open to see his shirt underneath stained crimson. You frown, looking up at him briefly, but his gaze is fixated on the roof.

“I’m sorry,” you rush out, pressing a bandage over the wound to slow some of the bleeding. He does not flinch from the pressure like you expect. “I could’ve sat with anyone else; I should have.”

“No.”

You lift your gaze again, and he is watching you. That dark look burns right through you. You clear your throat and resume blotting the wound down to the collar of his shirt. “How fond of this shirt are you?”

He shrugs, it is a standard issue black shirt, and you take the scissors to cut down it and reveal most of his torso. His eyes widen, and his hands on your hips tighten, the strap long forgotten. Your cheeks flame, and you bite your lip, ignoring how this would look if the situation was not as real as it is.

“You’ll need stitches when we get back.”

He is silent, his thumb rubs up and down the line of your waist. Ghost’s chin brushes your head as you duck to clean the cut and wipe away the dried blood. Your fingers cool against his skin. He muffles a groan, his eyes closing briefly as you brush over his abs. Another set of antiseptic wipes is gone as you tear open a new pack with your teeth.

“Christ, Smoke.”

You meet his gaze again, and you blush hotter. “Careful, Ghost.”

“You need to be fucking careful,” he mutters, his voice strained as he shifts underneath you. “Fucking hell.”

“Then stop moving.” You argue, and he glares at you. You laugh under your breath before you drag another wipe down his torso. Scars litter his body, and you try not to touch them. His trauma is no secret, and you want to respect him as much as possible. The glassy sheen of wounds healed is making you wonder what all he has been through.

The chopper jerks and everyone is jostled abruptly. Your body slides further into Ghosts. You inhale sharply, hands pressing to his exposed chest. Your head dips down, panicked breaths escaping you.

“I’m sorry,” you rush out for only him to hear. “I’m so sorry.”

His chest heaves against your hands, and you turn your face to look at him. His eyes blazing, breath fanning out even through the mask. You bite your lip, and he closes his eyes, shifting underneath you.

Your breath hitches, and a soft keen escapes you as he practically rolls his hips beneath you. This is so unprofessional, but it has been so long since you have been touched or wanted. The lower half of his clothed face brushes against your jaw, his chest rising and falling as the chopper jerks again.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice strained, his fingertips pressing into your hips harshly. You shift, unable to help yourself with the press of him between your legs, and he grunts, nose moving up to the shell of your ear. “Fuck, Sweetheart’.”

The chopper seems to settle after a few more minutes, and you slowly ease back from him. His gaze burns as he stares at you. You press your hands to your cheeks, praying you are not as red-hot as you feel.

He smirks, enjoying your frazzled state. “Still bleeding here.”

Snapping out of it, you set back to work on bandaging what you can before moving to do his buttons back up. Ghost knows he can do it himself, but he is not going to. He groans, tucking his head down on your shoulder when your fingertips graze the bottom of his abs. Too close to the line of his pants.

You have no idea just how close he is to coming right there. Blowing his load in his uniform pants because you are on him and touching him. Even with Gaz on the stretcher at his feet, he would blow his load if you touched his skin again or offered another little sigh.

“Ghost,” you murmur, hand moving to his shoulder to squeeze. He snaps out of his daze, turning his head to watch you. “I’m sorry for… the problem.”

You hurry up the last few buttons and strap the vest back on before starting to shift back around, but he stops you.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs in your ear. “Don’t move another inch, Sweetheart.”

He is close to losing it, you both stay frozen where you are. You nod at Ghost’s command, closing your eyes briefly. You tuck your head down as you try to focus on wiping his blood from your hands.

“Ghost…”

“Don’t apologize again.”

You snap your mouth shut, and he grunts, disappointed that you close off so easily still. His hand moves between you to tug at your vest until you meet his gaze. His eyes soften, and you try to muster a small smile for him, you are fine. Worried and unsure, but fine.

“We’re almost there, Boys!” Price yells over the sounds of the chopper. You glance out the window, hands gripping Ghost’s upper arms while he keeps you firmly on his lap. Heights terrify you, and the ground looks so far away. Your vision is tunneling.

“Heights?”

You nod, closing your eyes and turning your face back to his chest.

“You aren’t going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

The chopper lands minutes later, and they unload Gav before hopping out. Soap reaches back to help you down, and you smile at him gratefully. The heat from Ghost had stirred an empty feeling inside of you. But now it is gone, and your chest aches slightly. You blink in surprise as you register your body's reaction to him. But then it is there again as Ghost follows behind you. You can feel how close he walks behind you as you rush with the medical team into the bay. You spew out what you could do in the field before hurrying in to remove your vest and sterilize yourself so you can help Gav the rest of the way. You explain to the rookie that Ghost needs stitches, barely glancing at him as you leave him to the rookie’s capable hands. Your body is trembling from your unexpected ride back.

[pricescigar]

Johnvira HC's ♡

Note: I'm in dire need to make some Johnvira fluff after not writing for ages, so I'm doing this to get back into the grove. I do hope you're enjoy the HC's ❤️

Ps. This gif is how he looks at Elvira 🥹

After Elvira got woken up from her cyro state coma, Price offered her to stay at his home whenever they were off duty.

He knew that waking up 38 years later was hard, mentally draining and all things above that. He knew she needed someone.

Price didn't want Elvira to be alone in a accommodation where all she knew had changed so drastically in a blink of an eye for her.

Luckily he had a spare bedroom in his flat which he didn't use much, turning it into a bedroom for her.

No matter how many times Elvira offered to pay rent, or anything else he straight up refused.

"I'm doing this for you, love."

He was there she needed a cry, for some comfort, no matter how late it was. He was there for her.

Ghost, Gaz and Soap always joked around that Price was smitten for Elvira and they were right.

It didn't take long for Price and Elvira to get together, nor sleep together for that matter.

Price also introduced her to his parents, both of them adored her. Even to the point his mum pulled out the baby / teenage photos.

Despite it leaving Price embarrassed, Elvira found it funny and cute seeing all of the photos.

Price introduced Elvira to Video Games one day to cheer her up, and to help her use it as a form of distraction. He showed her the cozy games I.E Animal Crossing, Nintendogs, the most famous one and little farming games like Harvest Moon. Ect.

Although Price isn't much of a gamer himself due to his work, but it is a perfect way to wind down whenever he's off duty. Even if it was rare moment for himself.

Price got back into playing video games a little bit more because of Elvira, and her enthusiasm with discorving each game every time when they had an opportunity to.

Elvira fell in love with the games immediately and always played them, he also introduced her to more sction packed games and FPS.

Admittingly it made his heart melt with excitment, joy seeing her so excited about video games. And so he showed her nearly all video games that had been released.

Whenever Elvira is stressed she takes her anger out of FPS games, whenever she has an opportunity to use a Sniper.

But also finds the comfort in gaming wether it would be a co-op game with Price or single player.

There had been many times where Price and Elvira played video games until late in the night. And be tired the next day.

But in the end it was worth it as both of them spent time together.

Due to Elvira's occasionally sleep paralysis, he always makes sure she wouldn't fall asleep on her back.

Witnessing it once, Price had never been so scared in his life. When it was all over he stayed up all night watching over her.

An excuse to always keep her in his broad arms as the two sleep together in bed.

Sometimes hearing her sleep talk was funny and cute, hr even tease her whenever she woke up the next morning "did you get the bear?" He'd always say with a tease

even when she tried to get out of bed and walk around. He always gently guide her back to bed.

Price would always rub her back, rub his hands through her hair or even stroking her arm to help her sleep.

And always he is the big spoon ;)

[babygirl-riley]

Lies Pt. 2

It’s been a few months after you quit the Task Force. You go out with friends to a dancing club, little did you know 141 would be there celebrating.

Warnings: angst, depression, anxiety, mental break downs, fluff, smut, interrupted sex :(, happy ending

A/N: Here are the people who asked for part 2! So little tag list I guess 🫶🏻 @fullmoon-84 @kerst666 I tried to do the others in the comments in part 1 but wasn’t working!

“You look good as the day I met you, I forgot just why I left you.”

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst list

pt. 1 Alternative Ending

It has been an emotional rollercoaster for you, it felt amazing to not be in the task force. Finding a small ma and pa shop to work for. However, you felt empty. You would look around your apartment to see where Simon would be. Where he would sit and drink his tea. Or hold you close in the morning. Or wrap his arms around you while cooking. None of that was there.

You wanted to call Price and ask to come back but pride came into your veins. You didn’t want to look ridiculous after the whole ordeal. That was almost 6 months ago. 6 months ago quitting the team. 6 months ago not seeing Simon. 6 months of healing.

Fortunately what came with the ma and pa shop came with friends. They didn’t know you were an SAS before, they only know the made up story of moving from the US to here in England. Throughout the time with them they would invite you out to the city, clubbing to little lunch ins.

Tonight was the night of bar hopping and dancing. It is a much needed one for sure. You wore a tight red dress, that would make out your body shape. Little short up to your thigh but it was needed. Heels and hair down. Simple make up. The usual. When getting to the bar, the air was filled with positive energy. People grinding on each other to just casual talk with drinks.

You usually don’t dance with anyone but the girls you go with. You couldn’t look at any other man without seeing Simon. So men was off the table. The first round of shots got you into the nice buzz, rocking your hips to the rhythm of each song. Laughing and dancing with your friends it was a good time.

Until one of your friends disappeared with drinks and a man. “Y/n?” Your eyes snapped open and was face to face with Soap.

Your friends looked over at you with curious eyes. “Soap?” You said hesitantly, immediately looking around.

“It’s been a while.” He hugged you tightly before smiling over at the friend. “Old co-worker yeah!”

You nodded smiling. “Yeah we used to work together.”

The girls smiled huge. “That’s fun you both knew each other.”

“Yeah,” Soap said staring. “Simon is here.” You snapped your eyes at Soap. “He’s over there.” You followed his finger towards the direction he was pointing at. There he was, sitting next to Price at the bar, back facing away.

Your heart dropped thinking of all the days and months that you had healed go into the drain. The want of talking, touching, hearing him flooding back. “He talks about ya.” He said. “Should go talk to him. We here celebratin’ but he mostly will want to talk.”

You nodded once before looking at the girls who encouraged you to go. They all scattered off as Soap dances with one of them and the other two left with each other. You slowly walked up as the fast rhythm and your heartbeat became in sync. You heard Price yelling over the music before barely looking over his shoulder to see you.

His eyes widened but his smirk was bigger. “I’ll let ya two catch up.”

Simon glanced behind him as well. His eyes dropping as he of course wore a balaclava mask. Before Simon said anything Price was gone and Gaz disappeared. You both stared at each other for a moment, Simon couldn’t believe his eyes. You were gorgeous as the day he lost you.

His hands became clammy, his heart raced, his mind frozen. Simon didn’t know what to do or say. Neither did you. You bite your lower lip trying to find something. “Uh hi.” You whispered.

Simon didn’t hear you from the music but he saw the words form on your mouth. “Come sit.” He asked gently but loud enough to hear him.

When you got closer he smelt that beautiful scent he had been missing. The musk of vanilla and trees, he wondered if it was from your perfume he enjoyed. Then he wondered if you were already with a man that loved that scent too and wore it for him. His mind couldn’t think straight, after the months he tried to heal so the you gone has been…well…not so good.

His anger would take over and his patience was thin. Especially with new recruits, eventually Price had to switch Soap and him so he could have a break from training. Sent him on short leave and missions to keep Simon occupied. Price knew that it broke Simon’s heart even if Ghost didn’t let him see that.

Yes Ghost. Ghost was the impatient and angry ball of hate. Simon was cornered into a small room trying to fight the urge to cry. To scream. Ghost had to protect Simon from the heartache. He couldn’t let Simon fall apart now, he had to be focused for the team.

Now you sat there next to him everything tumbled. Ghost was frozen as Simon poked through, Ghost trying to put Simon back into place. Simon tried was terrified, he had almost had a handle on it but now you’re here. He wanted to hold you. Touch you anything to know you are back.

“I can see you’re mad at me.” You said as a glass was handed to you.

Simon snapped his head over realizing you asked something. “‘M not.” He said shortly, smacking himself for being short.

“Right.” You said softly drinking your glass.

You saw right through him, he was hurt. In pain like you are, wanting each other but didn’t know how to handle it. Simon knew that as well, you read him better than he did himself. “Fine I am.” He mumbled shooting his whiskey back. “I’m bloody upset you left without another glance.”

You frowned, you could have given him a chance. It was just too much for you, all the heartache all at once. “I had to.”

Simon looked over at you and frowned underneath his mask. He knew that. He would have done the same thing. “I know.”

You looked over at him eyes glossing from tears threatening to leave. You looked away just as fast as you looked over at him. Complicated. It always has been complicated for the both of you. Hiding your relationship to this. You sighed. “My place is close here, we can probably talk better there.”

Simon glanced over, they could barely hear each other. He wants you back but for what cost? Simon sighed and nodded. “‘Ight.”

With that you both left, you made sure to text the girls you were leaving. One of them wanted all the details after. That made your eyes roll knowing what she actually meant. However, you know better not to play that game. The walk to your apartment was quiet, it usually was between the two of you, sharing the best company. This time though it was different, awkward silence, you wanted to say something but waited until both you settled into your apartment.

Simon was felt sad when walking in, remembering the things they used to do causally around the apartment. You took your heels off, his eyes wonder to your ass, quickly he looked away. He doesn’t need to stare, it’s been months, and who knows if you have moved on. He wondered in more looking at anything a miss or something newer.

Like a man. Clothing. Scent. Items. Only to be left with just your scent, clothing, items. His eyes landed on a bracelet on the book shelf near your door. The one that he gave you. The one that his mother wore. He reached out to grab it, holding it, he was surprised you still had it. “I didn’t want to get rid of it,” You spoke softly, making him turn. “I wanted to give it to you but…it was the only thing I had of you.”

Simon looked back down at the bracelet. The words ringing in his head, it was the only thing I had of you. He sighed quietly placing it back down. “Tea?” You asked already having a pot on the stove.

“Ya still have…” He paused watching you wiggle it in the air. He smiled softly before huffing in amusement. “Didn’t get rid of a lot did ya?”

You scoffed. “No.”

He walked over to your island and sat on a bar stool. “Why did you leave?”

You froze as you stared at the mugs for a moment. “You know why.”

Simon glared for a moment before inhaling deeply. “‘Ight why didn’t ya give me a chance?”

“Because you lied,” You sighed calmly stating the obvious. “You broke a promise that you did not keep. To protect me. Instead you hurt and lied to me.”

“Ya know better than anyone that I wouldn’t do it if it didn’t mean something.” He said softly.

“And I didn’t mean anything?” You said, noticing the venom slipping in. You winced at the statement, you knew it was rude. But how long you have been wanting to talk to him. Wanting to know everything. All the pain you had.

“You know that isn’t true.” He said his stern voice also coming through.

You turned leaning your back against the stove. “Really? I get it best for the team or the mission. But everyone Simon? Everyone knew but me and Samson. I was the only one grieving for you. Wishing I had did something to prevent it. When the whole fucking time it was.”

Simon didn’t say anything for a moment. “It was for the mission I had to in order to get Samson out. So we could get closer to the Russians, sometimes we have to sacrifice things in our work.”

You laughed rolling your eyes. “Sacrifice things? No this was not a sacrifice this was a hoax, a mock. That’s how it felt. You all used me for my feelings, you all knew that it would have broke me. So why did I not give anyone a chance because I can’t go through that heartache again!”

He stood up once your voice raised, Simon shook his head. “It was never a hoax! It was never meant to be a hoax!”

“But it was,” You said standing your ground. “You may not want to accept it Simon but it was. Instead of stating that it was wrong you make it a valiant effort for the team!”

“Ya right I make it so bloody valiant for everyone! I didn’t care ‘bout how ya felt! I didn’t try to beg Price not to do it over and over,” Simon was now out, all the pain and feelings that he had suffered came flooding out. He ripped his mask off throwing across the room. “I didn’t stop ‘em from hurting ya! I didn’t walk in when you wailed! I didn’t…”

Your ears rang, watching all the emotions leaving Simon’s body. Your heart broke, you didn’t think that he would say or even show the feelings. You reached out to place a hand on his cheek, feeling your anger being cooled as you watch him flinch.

Simon didn’t expect you to touch him, especially when yelling at you. He has never yelled at you. He stopped talking feeling your soft hands on his stubbles cheek. He was heaving a bit, didn’t realize that tears spilling from his eyes. “I’m sorry.” You whispered once it felt like hours of no talking.

Simon sighed closing his eyes, he shook his head. “I should be s’rry, I left you behind.”

“We left each other behind.” You whispered again walking forward placing your other hand on his cheek. He grabbed both of of your wrist closing his eyes. The feeling of warmth radiated through his chest as you stroke your thumbs across his cheekbones.

“I never meant to hurt you.” He whispered as you stood on your tippy toes. Kissing his tears that started to fall.

“Shh.” You whispered as his hands fell to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him close. Your noses touching each other softly. “I never wanted to either Simon.”

You both stared at each other, he glanced at your lips. Both of you slowly moving ever so closer to each other. You begged for him to kiss you, to place his lips against yours. Feeling each other’s feelings, show each other how much you missed each other. “Can I kiss you.” He whispered.

You nodded once as he closed the gap as his kiss gently pressed against yours. At first it was soft gentle. Like it was the first time you both kissed, then his hands squeezed at your hips. You brushed your tongue along his bottom lip, begging for access. He opened his mouth and next thing you knew if you both were clawing at each others clothes. Mouths fighting for dominance, teeth clashing, lip biting.

He backed you into a wall as he hoisted you up to give a better access to your neck. Simon sighed as he bite your neck before kissing it softly. “I missed you, I missed you so fucking much.” He whispered grinding up to your clothed cunt.

You gripped his blond locks. God how you missed him, his touch, his voice, fuck his kisses. You both grinding on each other like fucking teenagers, gripping areas. “I need you Si.” You whispered as his hands rolled up your dress up to your lower abdomen.

Simon smirked as he looked over you. “We got to take this,” He started to push it up more moaning as he noticed your breast had no other covering. “Let’s take this off ya?”

Before you knew it, he wrapped his hands around your back before tearing the back. You gasped. “Simon! This was my favorite.” You snapped laughing as it fell to the floor.

His eyes looking over your body as he placed your legs down. “I’ll get ya another one,” He started to get to his knees, softly scraping your hips to your thighs, then your ankles. “But first I am gonna treat ya.”

You bite your lower lip has he rubbed his hands up your thighs, kissing your inner thighs. Sloppy messy kisses. He bit hard into your thigh causing your eyes to roll. “Stop teasing.” You whined holding his hair.

Simon smirked, god how he loved hearing that desperate tone. “Yes ma’am.” Your eyes rolled as his tongue made a strip from your needy hole to your clit.

You groaned out lifting your leg over his shoulder as he helped you, placing it gently before making circles on your skin. He moaned as he licked your cunt slowly. “Fuck how much I missed your taste lovie.”

You sighed as one of his fingers probed your entrance. He pushed his middle finger inside of you, goood how he wanted to cum right there. He could tell that you were tight and he thought how his dick would feel inside you right now.

And god how you forgot how his fingers felt, without his cock it made you feel whole. He started to slowly pump his one finger in and out of you before adding the second one. You gasped as he sucked on you clit making you basically squeal with delight.

Simon looked up at you, watching your back arch, eyes rolling back, your hips grinding on his mouth. It was like he was in a dream, god the noises you made for him made everything stir inside. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” He mumbled slurping your juices as he watched it slowly drip down his wrist. “I missed ya, fuck. Taste so fucking good.”

The words were going straight to your core, you started to reach anywhere on him. The coil in your stomach getting tighter and closed for your release. “Fuck Si don’t stop please please please please!” His fingers pumped harder and faster, hitting that fucking spot that made your toes curl. His lips sucked you clit as you screamed his name over and over again.

Simon moaned as you gripped his hair and stilled as your orgasm hits you hard. You kept gasping trying to recollect yourself, your mind hazed, your body buzzing with delight. You heard Simon slurping your release, making you moan. Your ears were ringing and the tea pot…

The tea pot! You snapped your head over to the pot that was screaming for someone to grab it. You quickly detached your leg from his shoulder as his hand pressed against you abdomen. “Let it scream love.” He kissed your thigh, you chuckled leveling down with him.

“Simon Riley saying to leave the tea alone,” You teased, watching his eyes, which was blown with lust and love. You kissed his lips tasting yourself on him, swiping your tongue in his mouth. “Let me set it aside and then we take care of you.”