#star wars x cod

[wispscribbles]

In our bedroom after the war

[agender-wolfie]

Y’all need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying “This fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors used” then using “pretty girl” or “that’s my girl” immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you can’t respect us.

[krypticcafe]

Mfs be like "oh he's my babygirl<3" or "he whimpers fr" or "submissive and breedable". And then the whole character tag is like FULL of that character being dominant and topping the reader. Ummm?? Excuse me, but I thought we were gonna be making them ride us until all that's left are pretty little tears, nonsensical babbling, constant begging, relentless whimpering, knees buckling, thighs trembling, hips twitching, frantic gripping, feverish sobbing, and loud moaning, all from a hot, needy mess desperate for release???

[phantomqa]

So what if he's killed people he's still my baby girl🤷🏻‍♀️

(I may have problems)

[heyitsropi]

i just realized—

maybe i have a type:

[littlemissclandestine]

Russell Adler Comfort Hcs pt.2

What America's Monster would be like if you weren't feeling 100% (a continuation of this post)

He's very observant meaning he'd pick up on any changes to your body language. How you are avoiding eye contact, seem a little more distant and distracted lately and are a lot more sluggish than usual. It's scary sometimes how he knows your little habits and trends in behaviour.

He'd make you your morning coffee/tea just how you like it, without a word spoken

Adler usually gets you to go on a long walk with him to clear your head. He'll surprise you and take you to a lovely scenic spot too -> "Right that's it. Come on, on your feet. We're going for a walk, sweetheart. Fresh air'll do you some good. I know a good spot. You'll love it. Promise."

He'd let you treat him like a punching bag. He takes those punches in the chest like a champ but he pulls you into a hug, squeezing you until you finally give up, drained of energy from crying. He's never the first to let go.

He cooks you a good ol' hearty meal he knows you love.

Or he asks you if you'd like to bake with him. You both making an absolute mess of the kitchen, making poor Russ wash up since it was his idea but he lets you off

Russ lets you join him in the shooting range/gym late at night if you can't sleep. ->

-"Hope you're not planning to sit there all night, sulking."

-"No, of course not."

-"Show me what ya got then, tiger." *winks and hands gun to you*

Breakfast in bed and him running a bath for you? Hell yes.

He wants to make you smile and he knows one fool proof way of making that happen. He'll get on top of you and kiss you all over until you giggle uncontrollably because of how ticklish it is.

I feel like this man would be the best at giving life advice given what he's gone through, what he's achieved etc.

Adler is the type of guy to pull up a chair and sit next you on the porch out front, lighting a cig and offering you one too and then proceeding to have a really deep conversation with you out of nowhere, whether that's about why you're upset or not . He's good at it. I know he hates small talk.

But just him being there to distract you from whatever you're feeling is nice, even if it's temporary

You might get the occasional dad joke that's hilariously bad but those are reserved for those close to him

Or he might tell you a funny story about himself. Nothing too embarrassing. He's got a reputation to maintain after all

But he'd most definitely remind you of all the times you've gotten through stuff like this before and how you can always come to him, no matter what.

[visionsofmagic]

- ', kinktober 2023 masterlist ↷

• includes: anime & manga ― marvel & dc ― video games •

◜ my first kinktober, so, I hope I will do fine. also, praying that this time I will be able to publish them on time and in order. ^^ have fun while commiting pretty sins with me in this kinktober of 2023! *kisses* [links will be added the moment they are published.] • m. masterlist ◞

◇ day 1-7: anime

I. gojo satoru › filming ⭑ before going on a mission, gojo decides to record you while being fucked by him to watch it later.

II. ryomen sukuna › breeding kink ⭑ sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

III. fushiguro toji › size difference ⭑ you bet you can have toji raw & dry with only one go.

IV. uchiha obito › mutual masturbation ⭑ you can’t deny the desire you have for obito and you want to show it.

V. hatake kakashi › semi public ⭑ he seems to enjoy how you clench around him with the fear of being caught in the act.

VI. roronoa zoro › cock warming ⭑ you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while he’s sleeping.

VII. monkey d. luffy › eating out ⭑ why not using his devil fruit ability while eating you out?

◆ day 10-17: marvel & dc

X. bruce wayne › car sex ⭑ bats fucks you in his batmobile to teach you a lesson after you disobey his order.

XI. jason todd › hate sex ⭑ being the arkham knight’s sworn enemy has its perks; being fucked by him every night.

XIII. clark kent › aftercare ⭑ after having a rough session with clark, you let him take care of your exhausted body.

XIV. bucky barnes › dilf ⭑ you’re his sugar baby, so, he want you to show your gratitude to him in the way he pleases the most.

XV. steve rogers › face sitting ⭑ after caps shaves his beard a question pops into your mind – how it would feel to sit on his now clean face?

XVI. bruce wayne › power play ⭑ the game you play takes a different route in which you try to dominate him, but, he doesn’t allow you.

XVII. jason todd › thigh riding ⭑ while begging jason to start fuck you, you discover how you can get the pleasure you seek from riding his thigh.

◇ day 20-29: games

XXI. leon s. kennedy › praising ⭑ leon likes to being praised by you so much that it’s overwhelming.

XXII. simon ghost riley › sex pollen ⭑ after the mission is done, waiting for trucks, you realize something is wrong with your body but ghost there to help.

XXIII. heimdall › dom/sub ⭑ heimdall likes to be on his knees for you.

XXIV. chris redfield › riding ⭑ you try to take him raw.

XXVII. sub zero › humiliation ⭑ your grandmaster gives you a lesson for the disrespect you have showed in front of others.

XXVIII. cal kestis › first time ⭑

XXIX. simon ghost riley › toy/vibrator ⭑

◆ 30: bonus [soon!]

XXX.

enjoy! ♡

[theghostofsoap]

No Force on this Earth (Could Keep Me From You)

Fandom: Call of Duty x Star Wars

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley/John "Soap" MacTavish

Rating: Teen +

Tags: implied torture, force bonds, blood mention, angst, hurt/comfort

Notes: this fic was massively inspired by @felixeis003 and some lovely CoD x Star Wars art they did of Ghost and Soap <33 it truly got the hamster wheel in my mind going

(Check out the art here!!!)

Also now on Ao3!

Soap wasn't sure how long he'd been here. He and Gaz had been together on assignment to investigate a moon where a particularly strong force signature had pinged recently. There was suspicion that a Sith artifact was located there and they wanted to make sure it didn't fall into the wrong hands.

Unfortunately, the entire thing had been a trap. He was pretty sure Gaz had managed to make it out when he'd dove into a swarm of droids. The last thing he remembered was seeing the familiar face of Count Dooku before falling unconscious.

Ever since then, he'd been kept in a cell. A few times he'd been poked and prodded. He wasn't sure what they wanted with him, but the combination of minimal food and the Force suppression collar around his neck was making the time tick by like molasses. Most of the time he meditated while trying to overhear any speck of information that he could, which wasn't much.

The sheer emptiness of it all was almost worse. Maybe they were trying to drive him mad with silence and isolation.

He just had to hope that Gaz was coming back with a rescue party. He wasn't even 100% sure if he was still on the same moon. The only thing he could see from his confinement was the metal-lined hallway and the empty cells beside him.

During his fourth rest cycle, he heard footsteps down the hallway. He did his best to keep calm, taking in slow, steadying breaths. The person who came around the corner was a face he hadn't seen in a while.

The dark cloak swished out behind them as they came to a halt. The smirk on their face was the same one Soap remembered from the few times they were in lessons together.

"Well Phillip, you certainly weren't who I was expecting to see today." He drawled.

"After all these years and they couldn't quite beat the snark out of you could they? And that's Darth Gravis to you," Phillip replied.

Soap snorted. "Really? Darth Gravis? I'm sorry, but I'm nae gonna take you very seriously when I still remember you tripping into the fountain during our forms."

Phillip's eyebrow ticked, but otherwise he kept his face a mixture of arrogant and angry. "When I heard they'd gotten their hands on you, I told them isolation wasn't going to work. But I needed time to get here and I wanted to make sure I was the first one to get my hands on you John." He tilted his head and two droids opened up the cell. The smirk on his face grew as he took a step forward. Soap just stayed in his lotus position.

"By the time I'm done with you, we'll see how seriously you take me."

It had started simple, things Soap had expected. His ribs were bruised and each breath came out with a slight wheeze, but he could take it.

The harder part was the intrusions. Being cut off from the force while feeling someone else's slimy, icher of a presence oozing through his thoughts and tearing down his walls was agonizing. He held in his screams the best he could, making his tongue bleed in the process.

"All those feelings and you're still in the precious Order, huh? Do you think that big bastard actually cares for you that way?" Gravis drawled one time as Soap was hunched over on the floor, trying to catch his breath as blood trickled out of his nose. 

"I watched the footage, you know. We keep most footage of the 'important experiments.' It'd be almost admirable that he isn't dark if it weren't for the fact that he's just so weak. You should've seen him. Pathetic honestly the way he-"

Not many things had gotten to Soap, but with his shields already low and his emotions in fray, hearing him talk about him that way made Soap snap. He lunged forward, slamming himself into Gravis's legs. With his hands still bound behind him, there wasn't much he could do before the droids grabbed him and threw him back against the other wall.

Gravis laughed as he stood up and dusted himself off. "My my, got you riled up didn't I?" He spit to the side. "Let's see if you're just as pathetic as he is."

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Ghost hadn't felt Soap in 5 days. While he didn't constantly check on their force bond, he didn't realize how much he felt it until it suddenly shut off.

He can remember the moment it happened with stark clarity. He'd been helping around at the town he was currently staying in, carrying some supplies to help rebuild a health center that had collapsed, when it was like everything went silent.

He froze mid step as he rapidly tried to figure out what on earth had just happened. He couldn't even pinpoint what was wrong or why everything felt slightly off until he assessed his bonds... and realized he couldn't feel Soap.

Ghost didn't have many force bonds still. The ones he had with his old master weren't the strongest and the ones that had been almost forced upon him during-

Well, he didn't have many force bonds anymore for a reason. Soap was about the only one, though Price had one too.

Ghost didn't know what to do. He'd immediately tried to reach out to Soap's comms to no success. The last thing they'd talked about was that he was going to be away on a mission with Garrick-

His comm rang. 

He answered without hesitation. Maybe it was Soap from a different-

"Soap's gone."

It was Garrick. Ghost clenched his comm unit as he stared at the holographic form of the other Jedi, who seemed just fine-

"Where."

"We were on a moon in the Pelgrin sector. It was a trap and he was taken." Garrick said, getting straight to the point.

Ghost immediately started walking back to where he was staying. He had a small ship. It would take him at least 3 days to make it that far. He was already plotting his course when he realized Garrick was still talking.

"-ooku but I don't know if he's still on that moon. Ghost. The Order is going to want to try and go after him too but they won't just storm in. I don't- You know why I'm calling you, right?" 

Ghost grunted. Of course he did. The Order wouldn't be as efficient as he could be, with their bureaucratic tape. There were very few things he missed about the Order, but the political ties that had developed over the recent decades wasn't one of them. 

"I'm on my way. If you get any updates, contact me." He said, disconnecting the call before Garrick could say anything else.

His ship already had rations on it, but he made sure to gather a few more as well as a few additional medical supplies before leaving, despite wanting to peel out as soon as possible. When he punched in the route, he cursed under his breath at the time. Every moment felt like one too many, and he couldn't even be certain that they'd still be there when he arrived.

But he'd have time to make some calls along the way, put some feelers out. He knew who he could trust with this information.

As it was nearing the last day of his trek, he'd gotten word back that Soap was likely not far from where he'd been taken. A ship had been spotted briefly in orbit tucked behind a nearby asteroid. One wouldn't easily spot it if they didn't know what they were looking for.

Ghost took in a deep breath as he started to make a plan. The main thing he had to do was get in, but once that happened-

Well, he wasn't worried too much about whatever might be between him and Soap. It wouldn't be there long.

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They didn't move him afterwards. He was left lying in a cooling pile of his own blood. His forehead was up against the metal floor as he tried to take slow breaths despite his protesting lungs which were both sore and burning as he stretched the cauterized wounds across his chest.

"I'm one with the force and the force is with me." He whispered to himself softly. He took in a slow breath through his nose but it was interrupted by a cough he tried to suppress. He spit up some blood and groaned, trying to take better note of his body.

It felt like half of him was offline, a combination of numbness and tingling stretching across his system. He worked slowly, wiggling each individual finger before he finally felt like he might be able to lift himself up to a seated position.

That's when he heard the gunshots.

He froze, uncertain at first where they were coming from. That's when he realized they were deeper in the building.

... Was someone here for him finally?

He felt a stronger wave of renewed motivation flow through him as he managed to get back to a seated position with only minimal groans and winces of pain. 

"I'm one with the force and the force is with me." He said again, slightly firmer as he tried to calm the ringing in his ears so he could take better stock of where the fighting was happening.

It sounded like it was closer. Was it getting closer?

Suddenly the door down the hall opened, but the gunshots didn't get louder. Instead, he heard the familiar thrum of a lightsaber igniting.

"Well, well, what did I tell them? I knew he'd come for you." Gravis said as he stepped into the cell Soap was in. His red saber crackled angrily as he slowly lifted it, coming to a stop just under Soap's chin.

Soap took in a shaky breath as he looked up at Gravis, holding his chin as steady as he could.

"Sidious has been wanting him back, for another test run. He's certain he can break him this time." Gravis drawled. "I'm not sure why he wants that pathetic thing, but you were just bait." He smirked. "Don't worry, your usefulness hasn't run out yet. I think it'd be more impactful if you were around during the conditioning this time. Toy with his mind a bit. Or maybe we can make him kill you himself, hm? See if we can turn that rage the right direction-"

Another door opened and this time the gunshots were next to none. "Darth Gravis! The force user, he's-" a droid started to say when suddenly the sound of metal hitting the floor rang through the hall.

"My my, took you long enough to get here Simon," Gravis said, looking over but not moving his saber an inch. "Go on Johnny, say hello to him. It's only polite."

Ghost's eyes snapped over to where he was seated on the floor. Despite not being able to feel their force bond like he usually could, Soap could still catalog the emotions running across his face. Ghost's eyes went from him to the puddle of the blood on the floor and back up to the lightsaber at his throat.

Soap saw his hands tighten on the grip of his saber.

"You're just as feeble as I remember Gravis," Ghost rumbled, "Could never pick a fair fight because you knew you'd lose. Beating up on someone who's chained up and disconnected from the force? Does that make you feel stronger?"

Soap saw Gravis's expression flare with anger. The saber was immediately withdrawn and directed towards Ghost.

"You were all but scraped off the floor when you 'escaped.' You know he LET you go right? Someone as simple as you could never have made it out on your own." Gravis snarled. "I've seen the tapes. You're not even worth his time!"

Ghost slid into a fighting stance, not breaking eye contact with Gravis. "And yet he's taking his time trying to lure me back, when he's got a lap dog already drooling to do as he says. Do you feel replaceable yet mutt?"

Gravis snarled louder and immediately launched himself towards Ghost, who blocked him flawlessly. Where Gravis's attacks were fury and erratic, Ghost was as steady and smooth as ever. He looked like he was hardly breaking a sweat as Gravis danced around him.

"Face it Gravis, you were always meant to beg for scraps. If you were truly good enough you wouldn't be the one running errands to try to lure in another apprentice would you?"

This made Gravis lunge, but it was exactly what Ghost wanted to happen. He quickly grabbed Gravis by the shoulder, blocking his saber and throwing him to the floor. He stomped onto the hand that was holding his saber and Gravis shouted as he dropped it. 

Ghost stared down at him for a moment. 

Gravis glared, reaching up a hand, clearly about to use the force, when Ghost's expression finally broke. He curled his upper lip before gripping the air in front of him, easily lifting up Gravis from the floor before quickly slamming him back into it.

Ghost only looked at his limp form for a moment more before he immediately spun and sprinted over to Soap.

Soap looked up at him, cracking a small smile, though he was sure the blood covering his gums wasn't helping. "Hey Ghostie."

The brooding man dropped to his knees and quickly reached around Soap's neck. Soap felt the collar's latch release before he heard it, as the feeling of the Force flooded back into him. 

It was like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long.

"Oh Force," he breathed.

Immediately the next thing he felt was the cacophony of emotions flooding off of Ghost. "Ghost, I-"

"Don't move Johnny," Ghost said, his tone gruffer than normal. Johnny held still as Ghost deftly cut through the cuffs keeping his hands behind his back. When his hands were free, he slowly moved them around to his front, rubbing his wrists gently. 

"Thank you," he said, realizing how fucked his voice sounded. He's sure it wasn't helping the growing concern Ghost was expressing.

"How broken are you?" Ghost asked.

"Ah, it looks worse than i' is," Soap said, but his point was a bit ruined when he had a coughing fit at the end that left him light headed.

Suddenly, the world around him shifted. He yelped and his position adjusted. Soap blinked and realized how close he was to Ghost's face now, the strong arms wrapped around him. 

Ghost didn't look down at him, taking long strides back through the facility, completely ignoring the graveyard of droids around him. "I have medical supplies on the ship. I'm going to put you there before I come back and... finish what needs to be done in here."

"Ah've seen my share of death before Ghost, you didn' have'ta shield me from that."

Ghost let out a slow breath but didn't reply. 

"Aye, you can' ignore me when I'm this close'ta your face," Soap said.

Finally he saw the hint of a smile under Ghost's usual face scarf. "Mm, I could try."

"Ah you could, but I don' think you traveled all the way here to save me because you don' like me."

Ghost glanced down at him, his brown eyes showing just as much as their force bond revealed. "... Johnny."

Johnny reached up a hand and cupped Ghost's face. "Thank you for comin' for me."

"My head's too quiet without you in it," he replied, pausing for a moment. "... I'll always come for ya Johnny."

There was a joke on the tip of his tongue, but his heart was too happy to make it at the moment. "I know you would Simon."

[bimbo-baggins17]

Anakin ‘Ghost’ Skywalker COD!Anakin au

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CW: 18+ MDNI!! Smut, some angst, Mentions of blood and needles, stitching, afab anatomy language, mentions of cum, p in v, no use of protection, petnames

A/N: I plan on expanding more in this au I just wanted to test my hand out in writing it first and see how people respond before committing to a full fic. Also lowkey proud of this idea..Feedback is welcomed. Don’t repost without my permission, reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy <3

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“Damn it, rookie! I instructed you to stay put and wait for orders!” Anakin scolds harshly as he drags you by the back of your tactical vest despite your protests.

“Yeah but if I did that,” You wince between words, keeping a hand pressed firmly against the wound on your left bicep, “I’d be trying to drag your ass out of there instead.”

His eyes narrow in response as he starts to undo the Velcro on your vest. “Thats not the point. You deliberately disobeyed directions from your commanding officer.”

You roll your eyes, feeling lighter with the weight of the vest off, taking a seat on the makeshift cot. Anakin pulls a chair over and sits down in front of you. You let out a hiss of pain as his large hand wraps around your injured arm, pulling it closer to inspect. “Take your jacket off.” He orders you, unclipping his own vest.

You comply, undoing your tactical jacket and pulling it off, biting your lip as the fabric brushes against your injury. You miss the way his eyes drift down your form for the briefest second. With the material out of the way, he comes closer once more to examine your arm. “You got lucky. The bullet only grazed you,” He turns it over in his hand, “Needs stitches though.” He mumbles.

“Stitches?” You repeat back.

His blue eyes move up to your face, the only thing you’re ever able to see from under that damn balaclava he wears all the time. He nods his head, “Mhm. Stitches.”

He undoes one of his pockets and pulls out the field first aid kit. Before he goes to mend your wound, he first pulls out some antiseptic to clean it off. He lets out a grunt hearing the noise of discomfort you make. “You can take a bullet but draw the line at a little disinfectant.” He observes but there’s a small lilt of amusement behind it.

You roll your eyes, not dignifying it with a response. He plucks the needle out of the kit and threads it. His eyes catch your’s briefly, “Ready?” He asks.

With a confirming nod of your head, he feeds the needle into your flesh. You clench your teeth at the pull of your skin. “Maybe if you actually listened, this wouldn’t have happened.” He mutters.

“You keep acting like I wanted this to happen.”

“Seems like you did. If you had just followed orders-“

“Yeah I know I know, if I just followed your orders this wouldn’t have happened.” You finish the sentence for him.

He huffs, giving a little sharper tug on the thread instead of verbalizing a response right away.

“Hey!” You scold him but he ignores you completely, continuing to mend you up.

“You can’t keep running off, half cocked every mission. Your luck is going to run out one of these days and it’s not gonna be a bullet grazing your arm. It’s gonna be lodged in your skull, or you’re gonna step on a landmine and get yourself blown up.” He snaps at you.

“I can handle myself just fine.”

“Jesus Christ! It’s not about you being able to handle yourself if you’re so damn stubborn and ignorant to your own actions!” His reactions causes another sharp tug of the thread making you yelp.

“Okay god, sorry I wasn’t thinking-“

“Exactly you weren’t thinking. Because you never do. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

Your eyebrows pull together in confusion as you look down at him still suturing your wound, not even sparing a glance up. He seems almost too focused as if he’s keeping himself from looking anywhere but at you in the moment. Where was this coming from?

A tense silence falls between you two as he finishes sewing the torn skin back together. He regrets snapping at you like that. It’s just that as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, you’re one of the only people he finds himself caring for but god damn it you’re too stubborn for your own good. He ties off the thread and cuts the excess off.

“There.” He mumbles after placing a gauze pad on it, putting the supplies away while pushing the chair back away from you rather abruptly. It’s like he couldn’t get away fast enough. His chest was feeling oddly tight at the mere thought of losing you.

You stay quiet as you stand up and start to pull your jacket back on. You sneak a glance at him, wishing you could gauge exactly what he was feeling underneath that face covering.

“No more close calls,” He speaks up finally, his words stern, more so than usual. He points an accusatory finger at you, “You need to start at least acting like you care about the rest of the squad.”

Why won’t he let this go? “I DO care so drop it already, Jesus.” You respond exasperated. You attempt to step past him but his hand comes up and grips onto your non injured arm, stopping you.

“You don’t get it do you?”

Your face scrunches up in confusion, “What?” You try to pull your arm out of his hold but he doesn’t let you, instead tightening it. “Let go of me.”

He shakes his head and steps closer so your chests are almost touching. “No. You don’t get to just walk back out there acting like nothings wrong.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes behind the mask. “So now you’re not just selfish, you’re clueless too?” God, he couldn’t even tell if he was more frustrated with himself or you at this point.

“Clueless?” You shake your head, “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now? I saved your life from a bullet out there and you’re insulting me? You should be thanking me!”

“Thanking you??” He raises his voice in disbelief, “I should be thanking the only person I care about for making a reckless decision that could have costed them their life???”

The words hit like a ton of bricks, you blink in response. He realizes too late what he’s said. He wishes he could take them back and shove them way down again but he can’t. He just gets to let them hang in the air like this. He releases his grip on your arm, hanging his head in thought, taking a step back.

You struggle to process his admission. He cared about you? He cared about you?? You start to shake your head, “I don’t understand.”

Anakin sighs and turns around to face you again. There’s no ignoring this now. He has to face it head on. He’s been shot, tortured, and held prisoner before but somehow this is the hardest thing he’s done. “I care about you, okay?” He huffs out, folding his arms across his chest.

“I…I didn’t know..” You say quietly, “why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because I didn’t want to. I…” He swallows thickly, “you make me weak.”

You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. He always seemed so stoic but here he was, doing his equivalent of confessing to you. You shake your head gently, “That doesn’t make you weak..it makes you human.”

He shakes his head, “No, it makes me weak. It makes me weak because the thought of losing you guts me. Because anytime we’re sent out together I already know that I’d lay my life down for you in an instant even if it jeopardizes everything.” You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, “And then I have to deal with you trying to be some god damn hero?? I won’t lose you that way. I’m supposed to protect you.”

Your face pulls into a slight scowl the more he rags on your decision. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe I care about you? Or are you the clueless one now?”

It’s his turn to be taken back. You cared about him? “Don’t lie.”

You shake your head. “I’m not lying.” Why didn’t he believe you?

He steps closer again, closing the rest of the distance between you two. “Say it again then.” His voice comes out a low rumble.

“I care about you, Ghost.” Your voice is soft. So soft and it eases that tightness in his chest.

“Anakin.” He corrects you.

Your face softens when he shares his name. “I care about you, Anakin.”

Hearing his name come from your mouth stirs something inside of him and his breathing gets heavier. Tentatively he reaches a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, his eyes searching for any bit of hesitancy.

He leans his face a little closer, “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs. When you make no move to pull away, he takes that as a green light.

He slips his mask up just over his mouth so he can capture your lips in a searing kiss that makes you dizzy. Feeling you return the kiss he deepens it by slipping his tongue past your lips. You whimper into his mouth, wrapping your good arm around his neck to pull him closer while you rest the hand of your injured one on his chest. His hands wrap around your waist backing you up against the wall so you’re pressed firmly between him and it.

His kisses become more desperate, needy. He dips his head down to trail his lips along your jaw and down the side of your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. He feels his pants tightening when you moan. This isn’t where he wanted this to happen for the first time but he’d be stupid to pass it up. His hands let go of your waist to undo your jacket again, sliding it off your arms. He breaks the embrace to pull his own off. You try to steal a glance at the exposed lower half of his face but he angles his head in a way you can’t.

Anakin’s hands reach out and cup your face bringing you back to him, the kiss hungrier before. “Wanted to do this for so long.” He rasps.

If it weren’t for his hold on you, your knees would have buckled. His hands move down, the tips of his fingers dip under the hem of your compression shirt teasing the skin there before pulling it off over your head. His touch floods your body with warmth and you feel that ache between your legs growing stronger.

His lips find your’s again while skilled hands undo your pants. You feel so vulnerable and exposed to him like this, but you want this. So much. All the lingering stares made sense finally. You tug on his shirt, wordlessly telling him to take it off. He chuckles and leans back to pull his shirt up over his head. Your eyes flick down and take in his built physique. The years of service is evident on his body, scars all over it. You subconsciously lick your lips.

“Like what you see, rookie?” There’s no mistaking the smugness in his tone.

Your cheeks flush instantly but you nod your head. A shit eating grin spreads across his face and you’re able to catch it but still wish to see his full face, to know fully what he looks like. The sound of his belt unbuckling pulls you out of your thoughts. Your eyes drop down to the noticeable outline of his erection in his black boxer briefs.

He wastes no time in reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, staring unashamedly at your bare breasts before palming both of them with his rough hands. “So perfect.” He praises you. A moan slips out of your lips as his callouses graze your pebbled nipples. He pinches the sensitive buds between his thumb and pointer finger and tugs on them enjoying how you squirm.

His hands drop down to move over the wet patch on your panties. “So wet for me..” He coos almost mockingly. He grips the back of your thighs, squeezing to signal you to hook them around his waist.

You keep your arms around his shoulders and jump up into his strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. You gasp as the action causes your covered clit to brush against his erection.

A hand drops down between your bodies, moving your panties to the side to give him access before he fists himself out of his underwear. He teases his tip through your folds, mixing both of your arousals together. You shiver at the feel, tightening your hold on his shoulders a little more.

He angles his hips up and eases himself into you, groaning as your velvety walls welcome him. You mewl, clawing at the cuffs of his shoulders as he stretches you out. “Shit..” He hisses.

A guttural moan is pulled from the back of his throat when he bottoms out. Your mouth hangs open, eyebrows knitted together tightly at the feeling of being so full. He wastes no time before he starts rocking his hips into yours, not starting slow. He’d been bottling these feelings up for so long he can’t wait anymore.

As he picks up his pace, the speed of his hips unrelenting as your back drags against the wall. Moans fall from your lips freely as he spears you on his thick cock. The angle causes the tip of his dick to kiss your cervix with each thrust. “..s-so full..” You whimper

“Yeah? Like being split open on my cock?” He grunts into your ear, nibbling on the lobe.

You nod your head rapidly back and forth, “Mhmmm..” You whine.

“Taking me so well...so good.” He praises you.

You claw at the flesh of his back, desperate to be closer somehow despite him being deep inside of you. You can hear the squelching of your fluids together with each thrust.

His movements start to grow sloppier as he gets closer. His left hand leaves your thigh for a moment to reach up and pull his mask off his face the rest of the way freeing his sweaty face before you. Despite the heaviness of your lids you fight them to open all the way to look at his face finally. Your mind made up countless ideas of what he could have looked like but none of them came close. Your walls squeeze down around him harder.

“Jesus..gonna make me cum baby..” He grits out, his hips slowing as your tight pussy makes it harder for him to move.

“Sorry..sorry..” You pant.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Don’t mind the ego boost, sweetheart.” He speeds his movements back up and the coil in your stomach winds impossibly tight. Your hands rake through his hair now that you can touch it. He moans as you tug. “Want you to cum for me..think you can do that, rookie?”

Your head lolls against the wall, nodding in answer. A hand reaches up and grips your face forcing you to look at him. “Use your words.” He tuts.

“Y-yes…yes..’m gonna cum for you..”

He grins and snaps his hips harder into your sopping pussy. “C’mon…c’mon..” He pants into your ear.

The coil inside of you snaps and your walls clamp down tighter around him, your pussy gushing around his dick. You let out a wail as you unravel, nails digging deep into the meat of his back. He lets out a growl as he buries his cock deeper, hot white strings of sticky cum coating your walls. He bites down on your shoulder harder enough to leave a mark.

Breathing heavy, you both stay like that for a minute before he pulls out and lets you back to your feet, keeping you steady as your legs are shaky. You allow yourself to openly stare at his still exposed face, taking in everything the mask has ever hidden.

“Don’t get used to it.” His voice sounds and pulls you from your thoughts.

“What?” You ask.

He pulls his pants back up, buckling the belt, “This.” He states simply.

You start to shake your head. He really just let you in a little and fucked you and now he’s just dismissing you again? “But-“ Your words are cut off by him tossing you your clothes back.

“That’s an order rookie.” The words come out sounding laced with a kind of sadness and longing despite being said with a finality. That tightness in his chest comes back again seeing the expression on your face. He steps closer and his eyes rake over you for a moment before cupping the back of your head and pressing his lips to your forehead softly.

He steps back and pulls the mask on again, shielding his face once more from you before he’s putting the rest of his gear back on.

You’re left standing there processing every single thing that’s happened in the span of maybe an hour. He catches your eye again briefly. The guilt is easily noticeable in them, a silent ‘I’m sorry’ directed towards you.

With a sigh you dress in your uniform again, not looking at him again. Why would he let you in to shut you out again? He hates whatever this is making him feel even more than the yearning to tell you how he felt.

Once you’re both suited up again, you make your way towards the door. “Ready?” You ask, directing the question to him not even turning to look at him.

Anakin nods his head, feeling how different the air is between you two. Was it a mistake to tell you how he felt? Or was it a mistake closing himself off again? He watches as you open the door.

“Wait.” He tries to stop you, wanting to sort through the mess he made but you’re already making your way out. Shit. Now you’re closed off instead of him.

He realizes too late that he’s fucked up. All he can do is follow you out with a sigh and either accept this or figure out how to make things alright. You’re the only person he’s ever cared about and he fears he’s lost you for good.

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A/N: Should I do a part two? Also sorry this was so long and if it sucked. Xoxo <3

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Simon becomes territorial when a recent recruit tries to steal you out from under him.

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With John leaving for a extended deployment, you ask him to leave you something to remember him by while he’s gone.

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Please please please, I wanna know how adler and makarov will comfort us, like hcs, I mean, please? I want sweet thing because am very sad

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Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry to hear you're not feeling great and hope you feel better soon. Wasn't sure whether you wanted platonic or romantic or whatnot so I just thought of a mix (kinda) i guess. Sending hugs and hope you enjoy! <33

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---------------Russell Adler Comfort Hcs-----------------

So as you know, Adler isn't the type of guy to get all emotional (Feelings? What are feelings?) but there's no doubt he'd try to be there for you as best he can

He sometimes does stay silent. Mostly because he's just trying to figure out what to say and how to say it but it doesn't take too long for him to come up with something

He's a great listener for sure. You can rant to him about anything and he'll make you feel heard. Hell, he could probably even relate to it.

Phone calls to check up on you are a given -> "Right. I'm coming over. Promise me you won't do anything stupid in the meantime? Be there within the hour, okay?"

You might find yourself crying on the couch and he'd sit beside you. He'd probably place a hand on your thigh and give it a light squeeze as he asks you what's wrong

If you refuse to answer, he'll play some slow songs and pull you up and off the couch and into his arms to slow dance because he knows it'll earn a smile from you. He'll brush a stray piece of hair out the way and look into your eyes, telling you he loves you.

If you're really having a meltdown and you're in a right state, he'll pull you into his body, resting his chin on top of your head as he whispers words of encouragement to you, not caring that his favourite shirt is drenched. -> "That's it, just let it out. You're gonna be okay. I'm here, alright? Shhh. I'm not going anywhere."

If you're in public having a panic attack, he'd notice the signs. The way your watery eyes dart all over the place being hypervigilant of your surroundings, the way you cling to him a little more than usual, how you aren't responding to him, how your breathing is quick and you feel all clammy. It's his job to know.

He'd take you to the side and shield you as he talks you down. Maybe even take your hand and lead you to the public toilets, making sure it's clear to freshen up and have some space and privacy. -> "You ever heard of box breathing, kid?"

He'll take you back to his car for a long drive and offer you tissues and strike up a conversation, your favourite songs playing in the background while you steady your breathing

He'd hold your hands in his to ground you if need be and rub your arms and thighs as you sob violently, staying quiet, looking away and closing his eyes briefly as he hears you. He can't bare to see you like that.

Russell would also cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he asks you to look at him and he calms you down with that low, husky voice of his. -> "You'll get through this, okay? Just like you always do. Only this time, you've got me. So let me take care of you."

He's one to always come up with solutions to your problems, no matter what it is

But he's also brutal. No sugarcoating.

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-------------Vladimir Makarov Comfort Hcs-------------

I feel like, whereas Adler has more of a way with words and is someone who also gives you comfort through touch, Makarov mostly uses a more materialistic approach but that's not to say he doesn't use touch.

He'd ask if you wanted to go out shopping (retail therapy) where he'd spoil you crazy, letting you buy whatever you want. A dress? Sure. A watch? Of course. A diamond necklace? You got it.

Mak would take you on a helicopter ride for sure during the day or even night, letting you take in the sights.

Makarov may offer to take you out for dinner to your favourite place, getting his goons to make the reservation (or threaten someone to give up their reservation and hold the poor receptionist at gunpoint so you can get a table right there and then).

But don't get me wrong...he'd defo watch your comfort movie with you again, no matter how many times you've watched it. You both just cuddling on the couch with a blanket as he plants kisses on your temple.

He'd crouch down in front of you, rubbing your knees as he asks you what's troubling you. -> "What's got you crying my beloved? What do you need from me?"

He's defo a hand holder so he'll rub your hands and draw circles on your palms and intertwine his fingers with yours. -> "It's okay, my love. Breathe. Just breathe."

This guy loves giving forehead kisses and you can't tell me otherwise. His kisses linger and he rests his forehead against yours for sure as he talks you down.

As you two sleep, he'd be the big spoon, wrapping his arms around your body, keeping you close while he whispers words of praise and how you don't have to worry as he'll always take care of you.

If it's someone who's causing you problems, Makarov goes pew pew and calls it a day.

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Note: I was a bit biased when it came to Adler. Whoops. Hope that's okay for now. I might edit this post and add some more when I can. Defo doing a part 2 to Adler's comfort hcs. This was a nice little exercise though. Always a pleasure to write for COD men ;) - Star ☆