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[thedirtybeanlife]

If you’re down for it could you write a chubby nb reader x Rudy or Alejandro? (Can be SFW or NSFW I don’t mind pookie)

(ofc! it's a little short, but i hope you enjoy!! <33)

Alejandro x Reader

You stand in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for tonight's dinner. Alejandro had been at work since early this morning, way before the sun had risen. Knowing he would be hungry, you ran out to the store and bought the things to make his favorite meal; carne asada, homemade flour tortillas, and fresh pico de gallo. Quickly working, you take the steak that has been marinating since this morning out of the fridge and place it on the counter.

Walking outside, you open the lid of the grill and throw the meat onto the hot rack, closing the lid again and bringing everything else outside and place it on the counter surrounding the grill from a safe distance, making a makeshift outdoor kitchen. After placing everything down, you start chopping the red onion, cilantro, tomatoes, and a jalapeño to make the fresh pico de gallo. You carefully squeeze in some lime juice from a fresh lime and mix it all together, covering it and sitting it aside.

Just as you go to start preparing to make the homemade tortillas with the dough you had made a little bit ago, you hear footsteps approaching you making you look up with a smile.

"Huele increíble aquí, mi amor," Alejandro says with a smile as he walks over to you and wraps his arms around you, effortlessly picking you up like you weigh nothing making you blush slightly. Even after all these years together, you struggled with accepting his affection when it came to your physical appearance.

"I figured you've had a long day, so I'm making your favorite," you say with a grin as he holds you in his strong arms, your feet still not touching the ground below.

"Carne Asada, huh? You know me so well, mi cielito," he laughs before placing a kiss to your lips and putting you back down, moving to lean against the counter your working on.

You smile happily up at him, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek before going back to rolling out the flour tortillas and placing them on a tea towel carefully. You then put a cast iron skillet on the burner of the grill, heating it up and oiling it slightly so the dough doesn't stick.

"I was also thinking i could make you and the boys some dulce de leche mousse this weekend for the gathering Rudy has planned," you offer sweetly.

"I think everyone would love that, baby," he smiles and nods as he watches you, "Do you want any help?"

"Absolutely not. This is my treat to you. You work too hard all day to have to come home and make dinner too," you scold playfully, swatting him away with your dish towel as he tries to step in and help.

He laughs as you swat him away and puts his hands up in mock surrender, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and placing his chin on it after. Alejandro runs his large hands under your apron and shirt, his calloused fingers gently grabbing at your plump flesh and caressing it as he runs his fingers along your curves whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you work.

Within thirty minutes, everything is done and Alejandro insisted he at least could set the table. After a few minutes of trying to tell him no, you give up and he happily walks inside to grab plates and silverware for the table. You carry all of the food inside in two trips and place it in respect places on the kitchen table.

"Dios mío, mi amor. esto se ve increíble," Alejandro gapes at the food as he watches you set it down.

You laugh at his reaction and grab two glasses, pouring some wine into each, handing him one and putting yours down on the table. You pile food on his plate before sitting down and doing the same to yours. He digs in immediately, moaning around a mouthful of steak and tortilla, nodding before swallowing and going in for another large bite.

"Calm down, Alejandro!" you laugh, "It's not going anywhere. you're going to choke, Baby." your smile widens as you look at him from across the table.

"Amor, this is simply the best thing you've ever made," he says in astonishment.

"Ale, honey, you say that every time i make it," you laugh softly and take a bite of your food, eating at a slower pace than Alejandro so you don't choke.

"And I mean it every time," he says seriously around mouthful of food, manners fully forgotten as he savors every bite.

Later that evening, after everything's been cleaned and leftovers are put in the fridge, you and Alejandro sit on the couch, watching a random western movie he had put on, neither of you paying any mind to it as you lay in each others arms, talking about your days and what you did. His fingers run through your hair as you cuddle into his chest under the fuzzy blanket draped over both of you. With his other hand, he slowly runs his hand up and down your back under your shirt, his nails grazing comfortingly over your soft skin.

"i love you, Ale," you say softly, placing a kiss to his jawline.

"I love you more, mi amor," Alejandro responds with a grin, placing a kiss to your lips.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, simply basking in the comfort you bring each other, never more content than in this moment.

[thedirtybeanlife]

hiii!! if you are taking requests, could I please request price hcs with a plus size / chubby fem reader? sfw/nsfw ur choice <33 thank uu!!

(ofc! i love this!! i was actually planning on doing something like this with all of them <33)

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

(Let me know if you'd want me to do some as well for Soap and Gaz)

Price and Ghost Headcannons

(Plussize!Reader)

Captain John Price

SFW:

He fully believes you have the body of a goddess

Worships you like on as well

Loves to wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his large hands on your soft tummy, caressing the skin under your shirt with his thumbs

Doesn't stand for negative thoughts or insecurities

He will take extra measures to make sure you love your body just as much as he does

Feeling particularly down? sits you down in front of the mirror and kisses the parts you don't feel happy about, praising you until it's engraved in your brain that you're stunning

This man wants nothing more than his pretty girl to feel pretty, so every time he comes back from work, he brings a new outfit for you with him

Always makes sure it's something to show off your curves and soft skin

Loves to squish your cheeks slightly in his hand as you kiss

He loves how it puckers your lips more for him

Major thigh man

ALWAYS has a hand on your thigh, whether it's just resting there, caressing it, or squeezing it

Begs you to wear ripped skinny jeans so he can see your thighs bulge ever so slightly out of the ripped fabric

NSFW:

Wraps his arms around your thighs and grips your plump hips with his strong hands as he eats you out, forcing your legs to stay open

Missionary is his favorite position as it let's him see your face and body as he slowly fucks into you and praises you

'Doin' so good for me, pretty girl. look stunning laying down and taking my cock so well'

Always makes you orgasm before him

He wants to treat his girl right

Spends extra time kissing the parts of you that you feel insecure about, leaving hickeys along your soft skin, murmuring small praises as he does so

If you didn't have a praise kink before, you do now

His favorite sight is when your on your knees, taking his large cock in your mouth, your eyes gazing up at him as he caresses your cheek

Nearly sends him over the edge just by looking down at you

Always draws you a warmth bath after doing anything sexual and cleans you off, planting small kisses to your bare skin

Your his pretty girl and he'll do everything in his power to make sure you don't forget

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

SFW:

Absolutely adores you

He loves the fact that you're on the bigger side

Not that there's anything with being smaller, of course, but he just loves how he has more to hold

You're his own personal squishy toy

Loves to pick you up and carry you around anywhere and everywhere

Is it to show off that you aren't truly as heavy as you think? Or is it him showing off his strength?

Who knows? But both of you love it

Constantly buying you your favorite snacks

'Here, Love. Bought you some of those gummies you love when I was out'

Similar to Price, he loves to pick out clothes for you.

Pays for every item of clothing you pick out

Always buys you tiny little dresses and makes you try them on in the dressing room for him even if he already knows how good it'll look

Everything always looks good on you, he just wanted a show

NSFW:

Titty man

Always groping your chest

Cooking dinner? You know his hands are snaking up under your shirt to play with your nipples and leaves kisses along your neck

Reading a book on the couch? Not anymore. He lays between your legs and slides his hand under your shirt, toying with your chest making the book the least of your worries

Cowgirl is his favorite position

Loves watching your tits bounce as you move up and down on his cock

Will sit up enough so he can suck on your nipples and leave hickeys on them too

Grips your hips like his life depends on it, squeezing harshly, but not enough to leave marks or hurt (too bad at least)

Loves to eat you out until your shaking

Thoroughly enjoys the way your thick thighs wrap around his head when the pleasure becomes too much

[thedirtybeanlife]

asks are open!!! plz cram your ideas down my throat to feed my creative urges

[thedirtybeanlife]

I’m obsessed with your page. The ghosts native speak reader is my fav!! if you are taking requests, could I please request Simon Ghost Riley x Wife!Reader.

Simon and the rest of 141 are at the air port, finically off missions and are on a short leave. The guys are all waiting for their cars and family and as they wait , someone yells “Simon” and they reunite in front of the group??

can reader please be small than ghost? Like he’s 6’4 and she’s 5’4? THANK YOU LOVE YOUR PAGE

(thank you so much!!! i absolutely love this idea! i hope i covered everything you wanted 💕)

Family Reunion

(Simon Riley x Wife!Reader x Platonic!TF141)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: none! just pure fluff <3

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It had been three months since you had last seen your husband, Simon. Three excruciatingly long months of only the occasional three worded texts or five minute phone calls when he was able to get in contact safely. You knew his job was important, and that it was his passion, but the gnawing ache of loneliness residing deep in your heart grew with each passing day. Was he okay? Would he be home early? Late? Would he even come home at all? Anxiety made your stomach flip with unease everyday for months until you got the text you had been tossing and turning over.

‘Coming home, Love. Pick me up at the airport at 1800 tomorrow? Missed you dearly, gorgeous xx’

Your heart flutters in your chest as you read the text, mind racing as you think of the many ways you could welcome him home. Maybe a nice home cooked meal, or maybe a massage. He did always come home with tense, sore muscles. You smile softly at your phone as the light emitting from it shines across your tired face, the dark room making the light burn your eyes slightly, but you don't care. Texting him back was more important.

‘i'll be there at 4:00 <3 and i missed you more, handsome.’

You hit send and stare at the phone, immediately seeing the small chat bubble popping up above the keyboard. You patiently await his response, biting your lip with a smile, feeling lovesick at just the thought of him returning. You could already see him standing tall above the rest of the passerby in the airport, dark clothes adorning his body, rugged hair, and tired, but giddy, brown eyes.

‘I highly doubt that, Darling. Get some sleep. It’s late. xx’

You laugh and roll your eyes as you read the message. You look at the time on the top corner of your phone and see it is indeed quite late. A little past midnight, to be exact. You type out a reply and hit send.

‘roger that lieutenant 🫡’

‘At ease, Soldier. I love you Baby xx’

‘i love you too Si <3’

You lock your phone and stand up, shut off the lights in the house and lock the front and back doors. Walking upstairs to Simon and your’s shared bedroom, you yawn tiredly, glad that Simon had reminded you of sleep being a necessity. Your fingers switch the light off in the room and you plop onto the large king sized bed. Upon plugging your phone in, it buzzes and you see another message from him.

‘Sleep well, Love.’

You use the love reaction to respond to his message before closing your phone once more for the night, laying down comfortably on Simon’s side of the bed and snuggling up under the thick comforter. Within minutes your sleeping like a baby, snoring softly with limbs sprawled across the bed. You sleep peacefully knowing that Simon is safe and will be in your arms incredibly soon.

The loud sound of your alarm buzzing wakes you in the morning at eight, the sun casting a bright light over the bed room causing you to groan and roll over to hide your face as you blindly reach out to turn off the alarm, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. Until you realize why you were waking up so early in the first place.

“Simon..” you mutter with a tired smile as the image of your husband floods your mind. You dart up and take a long, hot shower, shaving and thoroughly washing every part of your body. Practically waltzing into the bedroom, you stand in front of your closet and look through your options before your eyes land on Simon’s favorite dress. It was something he had bought you a few years ago when he took you shopping. The dress was white with small baby blue flowers sprinkled all over it. it was rather short, falling at the middle of your thighs, the neckline plunging ever so slightly to show off the smallest amount of cleavage. He had spotted it in the window of a store you had passed one day while shopping and he immediately dragged you in so you could try it on.

After putting the dress on, you do your hair and put on a light layer of makeup, nothing too fancy. You add some jewelry and put on a pair of sandals to complete the look. With a smile as you look at yourself in the mirror, you walk downstairs and look around the house, giving it a once over to make sure it feels warm and welcoming for his return. Nodding in approval, you put a few wax melts that Simon likes in the various wax melters in the house and turn them on. Once that's done you look at the time and see you still have a few hours until you need to leave, so you decide to bake him some of his favorite dessert as a welcome home present; lemon rolls. You had made them one day after discovering the recipe, and he had become infatuated with them. He had eaten three of them in one sitting.

Quickly getting to work, you manage to put them together in record time, throwing them into the oven and waiting the thirty minutes for them to cook. You pull them out and let them rest on the counter. With only about twenty minutes left until you have to leave, you turn off all the lights and grab your keys, wallet, and the cute bag that matches your dress, rushing out the door from excitement. Upon entering the car, as if Simon somehow knew, you get a text from him.

‘Boarding the plane now, Lovely. See you soon xx’

‘see you soon Si <3’

You reply and then start the car, pulling out of the drive way and starting the drive to the airport he'll be landing at with the rest of his team. It had been quite some time since you've seen the rest of the team. Music plays on the radio as you drive down the highway as you enjoy the sights of the Autumn leaves and colors. Thankfully it wasn't rainy today as the drive to the airport was quite long and to get to the highway required driving on a lot of slick backroads. Simon had chosen a house deep in the woods, yet not too far from civilization. He said it was for protection, but you knew he just liked the wilderness more than people. You didn't mind, it tended to be quite peaceful.

At roughly three o'clock, you pull into the airport’s parking garage, driving around to find a parking spot. Once you find one, you shut off the car and walk towards the entrance of the large building, making your way to the gate where he would be arriving from alongside Johnny, Gaz, and John. The loud chatter and rolling of suitcases fills your ears as you walk through the large building. You finally get to the gate and check the time, seeing that his plane will be landing in ten minutes. That familiar giddy feeling fills your heart and stomach as you sit in one of the chairs, bouncing your leg slightly as you struggle to contain your excitement. The minutes tick by slowly, almost feeling slower than the past three months.

Suddenly the sound of people walking out of the gate flood your ears, and shortly after you hear the loud laugh of Johnny, followed by a deep chuckle of Simon. You hop up out of the chair and weave through the crowd of people, muttering ‘excuse me’ every few seconds before you barrel towards the tall man.

“Simon!” you squeal excitedly, jumping into his arms the second he notices you, his strong arms wrapping around your much smaller body tightly as he lets out a small grunt from the sudden weight, stepping back some to keep his balance. You wrap your legs around his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck as you bury your face into it. His calloused thumbs rub circles into your bare thighs. Johnny and Gaz laugh as John stands behind them and smiles warmly at the sight.

“Oh, Love, how I’ve missed you…” he mutters as he places a soft kiss to the crown of your head, holding you close as you nuzzle into him.

“Missed you too, Si,” you mutter against his warm skin, smiling happily.

“Where’s my hug, lass?” Johnny asks playfully.

“Up your ass, Johnny.” you laugh and hop off Ghost, placing a kiss to his lips before walking over to Johnny and pulling him into a hug.

“It’s been to long, Y/N,” he says as you hug him tightly.

“It truly has. You’ll have to come by and have dinner with us before you leave,” you offer with a warm smile as you pull away, moving to hug Gaz and fix his cap on his head, “That goes for all three of you,”

Simon huffs out a small laugh at your offer as you wrap John in a hug as well before pulling away and practically prancing back to Simon, hanging onto his side. He instinctively wraps his arm around you protectively and lovingly.

“If that's what you want, Sweetheart. I guess I can deal with these lot for a few more hours,” he smiles softly down at you, knowing you thought of his teammates just as much as family as he did.

You smile up at him appreciatively as you keep your arms wrapped around his torso, savoring his warmth and the faint smell of gun powder and cigarette smoke; the small hint of cologne he always wore.

“That sounds lovely, Dear,” Price says respectfully, nodding with his usual smile that makes his eyes crinkle.

“I’d love some dinner, especially if it's made by you,” Kyle says playfully as he looks between you and Simon.

“It’s settled then. Why don't you guys grab your things and we can all carpool back, and no, Johnny, you do not get to play the music,” you laugh out jokingly.

Soap gives you a fake offended look and flicks you playfully on the shoulder as he walks by, carrying his duffle bag in his hand. Simon chuckles and flicks Johnny in retaliation for you, making him grumble under his breath as he walks off towards the doors, the rest of us following behind him laughing at his behavior. The walk to the parking garage is full of lighthearted jokes and conversations, you and Simon mainly listening as we walk a few paces behind the other three, hands swinging between your bodies. Occasionally, you’ll both glance at each other with a loving gaze, just happy to be able to hold each other again.

About an hour later, you pull into the drive way of the cute, quaint wooden house that you and Simon reside in. The fall colors and rainy weather make it look even prettier than it usually is. The five of you pile out of the car and walk down the short pebble driveway until you reach the front door. Simon unlocks it and holds the door open for you, walking in behind you, the other three following right after. The smell of amber and linen spreads across the house from the wax you had put on the warmers earlier. Everyone takes their wet shoes off and places them semi-neatly next to the door. Price hangs his hat on the hook by the door, Gaz sticking his in his back pocket, the brim poking out.

“Make yourselves at home. I bought some bourbon the other day you guys are more than welcome to break open. I’ll get to work on dinner. Relax. You guys deserve it,” you say sweetly, placing a kiss to Simon’s lips before walking into the kitchen.

You look at the lemon rolls on the counter, covering them completely with the towel so it doesn't give away the surprise, and gather everything i need for dinner. You decide on making a roast, green beans, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, and brown gravy. You hum quietly to yourself as you start to prep everything. The roast had already been seasoned from the night before, marinating in the spices, dough for the rolls already sitting in the fridge as well.

As you're washing the potatoes, large, strong arms wrap around your waist and soft kisses are planted along your jaw, “Need any help, Love?” Simon asks quietly, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking along the fabric of your dress as he rests his chin on your head, “Ya look lovely, by the way. Wear this just for me?” he teases with a grin that you can feel as his lips are pressed against your skin.

You sigh softly and contently in his grip, eyes closing for a few moments as your hands rest on the cutting board, vegetable peeler and potato long forgotten as his body heat and touch floods you senses.

“I got it, Honey. You just go in there and relax. Keep our guests entertained, and of course I wore it just for you. Figured you'd appreciate it,” you giggle softly as you lean your head back against his broad shoulder to look up at him.

“Well, you were definitely right about that,” he says with a small laugh before leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips and then the tip of your nose, “I love you, Y/N. So much,” he mutters as he stares into your eyes adoringly.

“I love you too, Simon,” you say softly and place a kiss to his jaw, “Now shoo! I have five people to feed,” you playfully wave him away making him laugh and place one last kiss to your lips before he leaves the kitchen to go sit with the rest of the guys in the living room.

A few hours later, dinner is eaten, lemon rolls half gone, and the kitchen is a mess, something you two would deal with in the morning. You give all of the guys leftovers in containers that will last them a few days, knowing they probably wouldn't get another home cooked meal for a while. You and Simon walk them to the door where an Uber is waiting to take them to the nearby hotel they'll be staying at until seperate flights to their respective homes fly out tomorrow.

“It was lovely seeing you again, Captain,” you say as you hug John and hand him his hat.

“You too, Love. Simon surely hit the jackpot with you, Kiddo,” the older man laughs and gratefully accepts his hat as you hand it to him.

“Call me sometime, yeah? You still need to tell me about your feelings on that movie I made you watch,” you laugh out towards Gaz as you hug him next.

“For sure, Y/N. It’ll be one of the first things I do when I get back home,” he smiles and nods as he ruffles your hair some, much like an annoying brother would do.

“Bring it in, Lassie!” Soap grins and laughs as he pulls me into a tight hug, picking me off the ground some making me laugh and hug him back, “Oh, I’m gonna miss ye, Sweetheart. No fair that the Lt. gets to keep ya to himself,” Johnny jokes as he puts me down and let's go. You can hear Simon groan in annoyance quietly behind you.

“I’ll miss you too Johnny. Don't be a stranger, yeah? My phones always on,” you say softly as you move to stand next to Simon again, leaning against him as they all say bye to him before getting into the Uber. You both watch as it drives off before walking into the warm house, a stark contrast to the cold and rainy night air.

“That was nice. Haven't seen them in nearly a year,” you say as you turn off the front porch light and lock the front door.

“Feels like I haven't seen you for a year, Love. C'mere,” Simon says warmly and holds his arms open. You walk over to him and hug him tightly as he lifts you off the ground, a small giggle leaving your lips as he haoists you up and makes you wrap your legs around him, just like he did earlier at the airport, “Missed you too much to bear,” he mumbles into your hair before placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Missed you too. So much, Si. Just glad you're here, home and safe,” you whisper lovingly as you nuzzle into him.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” he asks softly, stroking your hair with one of his hands as he starts walking through the living room to the staircase. You hum in agreement and tighten your grip slightly around his neck as he walks up the stairs, still holding you in his arms.

He pushes open the door and turns on the bedroom light, walking over to the bed, and gently placing you down, “Let’s get you out of this and get you into something a bit more comfortable, Dove.” he says and slowly trails his large calloused fingers up your exposed legs, grabbing the hem of the dress and pulling it over your hips as you lift them slightly to help him. He pulls it up and over your head, leaning down to place a kiss to your shoulder before throwing the dress in the hamper and grabbing one of his hoodies out of the dresser. He walks back over and slides the large navy blue fabric over your head, helping you pull your arms through before bending down to take off your sandals. Wordlessly, he walks into the bathroom, emerging a few seconds later with a few cotton rounds and your micellar water. Simon’s rough fingers wet the cotton round and softly rub it onto your skin, wiping off the light layer of makeup on your face.

Instinctively, your eyes flutter closed as he brings the cotton round up to wipe off your mascara, his touch so soft you barely feel it, “ There’s my pretty girl,” he whispers as he removes all of your makeup and gently caresses your face with his thumb, “Gorgeous,” he praises, making you smile softly up at him.

“Lay down and get comfortable, Love. I’ll just be a moment. Want to get out of these clothes,” you nod at his gentle command and get under the comforter on your side of the bed, laying down and getting comfortable. You watch him change out of his jeans and long sleeve shirt, his toned torso and arms littered in white and light pink scars, an occasional bruise on his pale skin.

“Anything need to be looked at or cleaned?” you ask softly as you inspect his body from the bed.

“I’m alright, Babygirl. Nothing but bruises this time ‘round,” he reassures you as he pulls on a pair of black sweatpants and turns off the light, walking over to the bed and laying next to you. His large arms pull your body flush agaisnt his, placing a kiss to your ear.

“Been thinkin’ about doin’ this since the day I left,” he mumbles tiredly in your ear, taking a deep breath as he relaxes fully for the first time in months.

“Me too,” you say softly and nuzzle your head into his chest, placing a kiss to one of his older, larger scars, “Get some sleep, Si. You need it,” you whisper as you wrap your arms around him.

He hums in response and in just a few minutes he's snoring softly in your ear, something you had always found a bit bothersome, but in this moment, it was all you had wanted. Shortly after, your eyes flutter closed, and your lulled to sleep by his slow breathing and the comfort of his heart beating in your ear.

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Childhood Renovations Pt. 1

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

The Living Room:

Summary: Simon returns to his childhood home when sent off base for mandatory leave.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Childhood trauma, Cursing, Abuse, Drinking, Blood, Female Reader

He was going back to a place he'd hoped he would never see again. His old childhood home. A place that held every bad memory he had ever faced. The driveway looked the same, except for the overgrown weeds and grass. The front door, painted a dark red, stared menacingly at him as he exited the truck. This was it. All his adult life he had avoided even driving down the street, yet here he stood, a truck bed holding his belongings in a beat up duffle bag. His family had been murdered over twenty years ago, when he was freshly eighteen and had joined the British Military. His father was a horrible, nasty, abusive man who had no respect for anyone, not even himself. His mother, a delightful, loving soul who would do anything for anyone at the drop of a hat. His older brother, Tommy, who used to terrorize him with that God awful skull mask as a kid. They were gone now. It was just him and this house that knew the horror that had been experienced over the years.

The house had been his since his parents and brother died, he just avoided it. Why subject himself to such torture when he didn't need to? His boss had sent him on a mandatory leave as he had been pushing himself too hard. He never left base, always on a mission. When he was alone, there was no Simon Riley that used to live here, only a ghost of a man. A killer. A slave to his job. He wasn't meant to be here. He could already feel the clammy hands of his traumatic past gripping him in an unwanted hug. He grabs his duffle bag full of his very little belongings and slowly approaches the dark red door.

Dark red like the blood he sees every time he closes his eyes. From his childhood, his job. He swore to himself he would never look at this house again, yet here he was, unlocking the door and swinging it open with a loud creek. He walks inside and looks around at the dusty furniture. Everything looked the same just as it did when he was little, when he'd hide in his room to escape his mothers cries and his fathers wrath. To escape his brothers torment with that fucking mask, the one he now wore on every mission. He places his bag on the dusty, beige sofa and walks over to the wall, flipping the light switch.

Right. The breaker.

He walks down the hall and stops in his tracks as his eyes land on his old bedroom door, the wood nearly falling off the hinges from how many times it had been slammed open by his drunken father or his angry teen self. He swallows thickly at the memories and continues until he reaches the breaker at the end of the hall. He uses the flashlight on his outdated, cracked phone, shining the dull light on the panel as he flips a few switches, allowing the electric currents to flow through the house. The living room light is bright compared to the dark and dingy hallway. He makes his way back to the living room and looks around once more, his eyes landing on the dark spots that trail to the large coat closet. The closet his dead family members had been stuffed in and found three days after they had been murdered when he returned home after only his third mission as a Sergeant.

Simon doesn't give it another glance. The large, blonde haired man makes his way into the kitchen. His mothers sanctuary, as she called it one night as they sat up late in the night at the broken kitchen table after his first mission (his father had flipped it over in a drunken rage).

He sighs and looks away, running his large, scarred hand run along the splintered wood where she had sat that night, "I'm so sorry, Mama. I wish I had become a man when you needed me most," his voice is strained and full of emotion; a rarity for the man.

Simon refuses to go into any of the bedrooms of the one story home. The couch would have to do for the night, he decides as he pulls out his phone and sits on the torn and stained couch. It still reeked of cigarette smoke and cheap beer. He wondered if that's what he used to smell like as a young child. The thought blows over and he looks down at his now lit up phone screen, the cracked glass a second nature to him as he reads the screen.

5 missed calls from (Y/N).

He hadn't told his fiance that he was on leave, or that he was returning to his childhood home. She would never understand. He presses the call button anyway. It only rings out once before she answers.

"Si? You didn't call on your break. Is everything alright?" (Y/N) had always been an anxious overthinker.

"Sorry, Love. Got caught up in some stuff. Didn't mean to worry you," his Manchester accent is thick.

"Your Captain called me," she trails off, a knowing tone behind her words.

Fuck. He stays silent.

"I'm coming first thing in the morning and we're doing this together, Simon. This isn't something you need to do alone," her voice is soft and filled with love and concern.

"You don't- I can do this alone. There's no need for you to worry about me."

"I'll be there at eight with breakfast. Make sure you eat some dinner and get some rest. I'm not taking no for an answer,"

He smiles for the first time all week, "I love you," he whispers, his eyes closing as he leans his head back

"I love you too. I'll see you in the morning," and with that the call ends, only his breathing and the humming from the overhead light can be heard.

This was going to be hard, but with (Y/N) at his side he knew he would be able to get through it. She was his rock, She always knew the right things to say and do. His lover was the complete opposite of the two men who once lived here. The ones who were murdered and shoved in the closet as a threat to prove he was next. It was his fault they were dead and yet he was still here, sitting directly across from the blood stained wood.

The next morning he's awoken by a soft knock at the door. Simon Groggily gets up and walks over to the dark red door, looking through the small square window before unlocking the door and opening it, looking down at (Y/N) with a warm, grateful smile.

"Pancakes and your favorite coffee," she beams up at him and holds up the two coffees and a bag of food.

She didn't belong here.

She was too pure, and yet he steps aside and lets her waltz in, watching with a nervous gaze as she inspects the room, her gaze falling to the small blood stains. Her eyes dart away and she doesn't mention it.

He sighs quietly in relief as the brunette woman instead walks over and sits on the beat up couch, patting the spot next to her as she places breakfast on the coffee table with a small smile.

"I figured we could start on cleaning the place out when we're done. I brought all of my cleaning supplies," she raises one of her brows as Simon sits next to her, their legs pressed against the other.

"Okay," he says as he reaches for a coffee and takes a small sip of the hot liquid, nodding, "Thank you."

"Of course. I'm here for this entire thing, alright? Every step you take while fixing up this place, I'm right there with you,” she says reassuringly as she rests her small hand on his tattooed forearm, smiling up at him with loving eyes.

He nods and they eat their breakfast while she excitedly tells him all about the past two months while he's been gone for work. Simon had never been a talker, but he was a damn good listener, and Jess seemingly never ran out of words. It made for a perfect combination.

After eating and finishing their coffees, they walk out into the brisk Autumn air to gather all of the cleaning supplies. Simon reaches for a box of trash bags and pauses, his hand hovering over the box.

"I want to tell you stories of each room, both sad and happy. I think you have a right to know," the soldier says after a few moments,"It's just that I don't want to subject you to anything you aren't ready for," he looks over at her where she stands on the other side of her car.

"I mean what I said, Si. I'm here every step of the way, and if telling me your memories is something you feel is necessary, then I'm more than willing to listen to all of them," the short woman says softly with determined eyes, grabbing the bucket full of cleaning supplies and heading back into the house.

Simon nods to himself and takes a deep breath before walking back into the house with a newfound determination to face the years and years of his repressed trauma. With his girl by his side, and as motivated as she was, he had full faith this wouldn't be as hard as he originally thought. Simon walks into the living room to see (Y/N) already dusting things off and placing objects on the coffee table. She grabs a small picture from a drawer in the large cabinet by the dark red front door and looks at it for a moment before placing it gently face down on the coffee table, going back to what she was doing. The man recognizes the picture without even seeing it. He was the one that put it in there years ago, the last time he was here. The bent and worn corners of it give it away.

He looks away quickly.

Simon starts carrying most of the furniture out of the living room and taking it outside to haul it into the bed of his beat up navy blue 1995 Toyota Hilux. Walking back inside, he stops in his tracks as he sees Jess holding a small, round, purple chip in between her fingers.

“He tried to get better for her. He did. His anger just always got the best of him and he'd give up. That's the longest he ever stayed sober. Four months. I’d never seen him so angry like he was when he wasn't drunk.”

Simon’s father was sat on the beige couch in the living room, his mother resting under his arm as it sling around her shoulders in a loving embrace as they watched reruns of some show he didn't know the name of. Tommy was on the phone with one of his girlfriends, gloating about his new computer their father had gotten him fro his birthday. Ever since his dad had stopped drinking and started going to meetings at the nearby, the older man had calmed down. Simon enters the room fully and sits on the green recliner, quietly and stealthily as to not bother anyone with his noise or presence. The young boys mother looks over at him and offers him a warm smile before going back to watching tv.

“Get your homework done, Boy?” his father’s voice rings out, although it's not as loud and filled with bitterness like it normally is.

“Yes, Sir,” Simon replies.

His father hums in acknowledgement and takes another sip of his coffee, his new substitution for the cheap and bitter beer he would normally be drinking. Simon eases down into the chair some, releasing the tension in some of his muscles, not seeing any indicators of an outburst. The young boy silently watches the show on the tv, getting lost in thought as he zones out.

Suddenly a sharp pain buzzes on the left side of his head, “I believe you answer your fucking mother when she's talking to you, you ungrateful piece of shit!” his fathers voice fully snaps him out of his trance, Simons eyes landing at the coffee mug that had hit him in the head, now shattered on the floor beside him.

His eyes meet his mothers scared and worried ones as she tries to diffuse the situation, but it only results in her husband pushing her back down onto the couch as he stands up. The tall man storms over to Simon with a scowl on his face, grabbing the back of his hair and jerking his head to look up at him before throwing a punch at his face. A young Simon lets out a small cry of pain.

“I suggest you get your ass up and clean this mess before I give you something to really cry about. Get the hell up!” His father pulls him up by his hair and shoves him towards the large coat closet where the broom is stored. Hurriedly and shakily, Simon opens the door and grabs the broom, making quick work of sweeping up the shattered glass. He looks over and sees Tommy snickering at his kneeling form, talking to the girl on the phone about it as he laughs. His mother stays silent as she bites the inside of her cheek, not wanting to make it worse.

“Fuck this, and fuck you, little brat. I’m going to go get a drink,” his father grabs his coat and keys, storming out of the house, slamming the dark red door behind him.

His mother quickly scrambles over to her son and gently grabs the small broom and dustpan from his hands, setting it aside and cradling his face in her cold hands. She frowns as she looks at the trail of blood falling from under his hair and down his cheek. He hadn't even noticed it. The small woman grabs a napkin off the coffee table and lightly dabs at the blood on his face. The boy winces.

“Sorry, Love. Just let me wipe it off, yeah?” she whispers, shooting Tommy a sharp look as he quietly laughs at Simon’s pain, making the older teen shut up and go back to his phone call as he faces the other direction. She smoothed his hair down comfortingly as she dabs at the blood, holding the bloodied napkin against the crown of his hair where the blood was coming from.

Simon rests his small hand on his mothers wrist, looking up at her in defeat and sadness.

“I’m so sorry, Mama. It’s all my fault. I never should have left my room. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” the small ten year old begs his mother with tears in his eyes.

“You did nothing wrong, my love. Nothing. Don't blame yourself. It was going to happen eventually. Hold this to your head and I’ll clean up this mess,” she places a soft kiss to his uninjured temple and helps him stand up, ushering him to the bathroom so he can wash it off properly. She cleans up the broken ceramic shards and walks into the kitchen where Tommy is, dumping them in the bin and looking at her eldest son.

“Get your act together, Tom,” is all the middle aged woman says before walking towards the bathroom where she helps Simon bandage the deep gash on the side of his head.

(Y/N) pays attention intently and full of emotion as she listens to her fiancés story, a look of anger and sympathy flashing in his eyes.

“You were just a kid, Simon. How could he- I’m so sorry, Love,” she says as she looks back down at the chip, “Your mother, she seemed like a lovely person,” she says with a small smile as she looks back up at the tall blonde, biting back the anger she feels from the story of his memory.

Simon nods and offers a small smile in return, he walks over and gently grabs the plastic chip from her freshly manicured hand, taking it and squeezing it tightly before throwing it in the trash bag.

“It should've been thrown away a long time ago,” he mumbled before placing a kiss on (Y/N)'s temple, the same spot where the mug had hit him over two decades ago.

A comfortable silence takes over the couple as they exchange a glance and get back to work. (Y/N) empties things out and puts them on the table, and Simon carries the large pieces of furniture out to his truck. They work together in peace, something that Simon hardly ever felt in his eighteen years of living in this house.

[thedirtybeanlife]

Random Task Force 141 Headcannons That I Need to Get Out of My Head

-Ghost-

has the biggest heart ever and refuses to show it to 99.9999% of the population

sleeps with a nightlight because he's scared of the dark

has a strict routine after missions are over, and he gets irritated if it's interrupted

prefers savory over sweet

enjoys beans on toast and eats it nearly every morning

listens to so much Queen and old classic rock

hates noisy environments

thinks a hot dog is a sandwich

likes dogs; bigger the better

^^ wants a st. bernard and plans on rescuing one when he retires

always carries a lighter and a single slightly bent cigarette on him

he doesn't smoke it, but he takes it out and looks at it every so often. nobody knows why

(it's his moms)

occasionally, if the times line up right, he stays with Price when they're both on leave.

they usually just grill and talk on the back patio sharing a bottle of the best whiskey they could find on short notice having the most random conversations

makes soap sew parts of his mask back together because he can never thread the string through the needle and Soap has steady hands

refuses to eat seafood

wears fake designer colognes that smell exactly like the real thing and lies about it

has never used mens 3-in-1 and brags about it

-Soap-

the worst case of adhd to ever exist

expert at cleaning guns

loves puzzles with complicated pictures

tired to learn how to play guitar and gave up on the first day

it still sits against the dresser in his room

skydives with practicing trainees when he gets bored

listens to the weirdest mix of music

i.e. Black Sabbath to Childish Gambino

(Gaz influences a lot of his music taste)

always has hidden candy somewhere

broke his wrist once and didn't realize until almost a week later

when he brushes his teeth he practically showers in toothpaste from how violent he does it

spends a lot of his time drawing whatever comes to mind in a small notepad he keeps in his pocket

gordon ramsey level chef over here

the entire task force begs him to cook for them when they have free time

has a shitty stick n poke tattoo on his ankle he did when he was 16 with pen ink and an earring

it's an uneven, wobbly smiley face with x's as eyes

is either really calm or really chaotic

no in between

-Gaz-

loud, contrary to popular belief

at least when he's not out in the field or working

avid video gamer

loves calm games like Stardew and Minecraft

the best music taste to ever exist

can also cook pretty well

soap and him often team up and play their own version of Chopped when they're bored on base

has a golden retriever named Max that stays with his sister when he's deployed

he got Max before he enlisted

hates beans on toast

beans make him gag

Ghost bullies him for it

likes working on the military vehicles and learning about how they work

even with his young age, he struggles more with technology than most of his superiors

doesn't like drinking or being intoxicated in any way

complains he's hot but proceeds to sit under five different blankets

will eat an entire pack of Oreo's in one sitting if you let him

please don't let him

he gets sick and complains that his stomach hurts all day

-Price-

big morning person

always awake by 5:00am

prefers his coffee overly sweet rather than bitter and black

has a small office in his house where he keeps his fancy cigars, liquors, and whiskey glasses

collects cool lighters

the team buys him a new one every year for Christmas

reads every morning when he drinks his daily morning coffee and every night before he goes to sleep

he's supposed to wear glasses but he doesn't like the way he looks in them so he only wears them when he absolutely can not see

cat person all the way

like Ghost, he's waiting to retire until he gets a new furry companion

he's not the best chef in the world, but he can cook a decently good meal

likes to help soap and gaz sometimes, especially if they let him grill something

gets stressed really easily, which makes his job so much harder

this poor man deserves a year long vacation istg

winter is his favorite season

root beer barrels are his favorite candy

always has some stashed somewhere on his person no matter where he is

absolutely has a dollar shave club subscription and uses the code from a survival YouTuber he watches

[thedirtybeanlife]

thedirtybeanlife masterlist <3

hello loves! requests are open! please send me something to cure my summer boredom lmao

COD MW2

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

John Price:

Headcannons/Group Fic:

NARUTO

Shikamaru Nara:

[thedirtybeanlife]

Hey honey:) i really don't know if you're taking requests at the moment but if you do i have one. Maybe something like Ghost and his foreign gf and he hears her talk in her native language on the phone or smtg for the first time and he takes like an interest in the language? something along that way☺️ (sorry for my bad english)

btw have a nice day 🦋

(Hello darling! I absolutely loved this!! I tried my best as an English speaker to do good with it, so I apologize if it's not good but here you go! 🥰 you have an amazing day as well!🫶🫶)

Mi Amor

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: one brief hardly nsfw joke

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Captain Price had called our team into our designated conference room for a briefing on our upcoming mission in Las Alams. Ghost of course was the first one to get there, ten minutes early like he normally did. Gaz and Price had come in next, all of them impatiently waiting for Soap and I, who were about five minutes late due to our arguing over who got the last waffle. After getting chewed out by Price as I scarfed down my rightfully earned waffle, we started.

“Alright you four, the mission’s simple. You meet up with Special Forces leader Colonel Vargas to take out some remaining cartel members. Soap and Ghost will clear the warehouse with Rodolfo while Gaz, Alejandro, and (callsign), clear out the safe houses three klicks down. Any questions?”

Everyone gave their varying response of ‘no’, which led to Price sending us off to gather our gear and get ready for the helicopter.

The ride to Las Almas felt like it lasted for eternity with Soap’s constant talking and the sounds from Gaz’s Nintendo Switch that he somehow convinced Price to let him bring in his pack. Ghost, as usual, sat in the far corner, silent as ever. In the last few minutes before we landed, Soap had managed to somehow spill his entire bag onto the floor, hastily cleaning it up. He stood up with his now zipped pack just as the door opened to let us out.

“Alright, team. Let's kick some war crime committing ass!” I cheered gleefully, strutting off the plane with my gear on, bag, and pistol; excited to meet the infamous duo my team spoke so highly of. Soap and Gaz were quick to follow, Ghost of course a few feet behind, always feeling the need to hide in the shadows for as long as he possibly could.

In front of our small group stood Alejandro and Rodolfo, both of them leaning against their military grade pickup truck. They stopped their conversation as they saw us approaching, polite smiles on their faces.

“Welcome back to Las Almas, hermanos! ¿Quién es esta belleza?” Alejandro asked, a smirk on his face as he very clearly let his eyes trace the length of my armor covered body.

“Los nombres Y/N. Un placer conocerlos a ambos. El jabón me ha dicho mucho sobre ustedes, muchachos.” I smiled up at him offering my hand for him to shake, then doing the same to Rodolfo.

“No me dijeron que el 141 tenía su propia diosa de habla hispana.” Alejandro teased, slinging his arm over my shoulders as he smirked at the three men standing in front of us.

“Easy Colonel Vargas.” I laughed out,” I’m only Ghost’s diosa.” I flashed my wedding ring, making Gaz snort.

I looked over at ghost who was staring right back at me, head cocked to the side, the fabric covering his mouth shifting as his lips parted to speak.

”You speak fuckin’ Spanish?” Soap interrupted, loud and brash as usual.

“I was born in Chile boys. Of course I speak Spanish.”

After a few minutes of small talk and going over where we’d be going, all of us piled into the car and left the air strip. Alejandro drove, while Rudy sat in the passenger seat. Soap and Gaz sat in the back, while Ghost and I sat in the bed of the truck. We sat on opposite sides, legs resting against the other’s. It was silent for the first half of the drive until he nudged my thigh with his boot making me look up at him.

“Why didn't I know you could speak Spanish?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Simon. I speak English more than anything so I never bothered mentioning it. I’m pretty rusty with it anyway.”

“I… Can you.. nevermind.” he turned to look back at the disappearing road, clearly struggling to express what he was feeling. But I knew. I could always read the man like a book, ever since the day I met him.

“Oh my God! You think it's hot don't you!” a large grin spread across my face as I sat up from my slouched position.

“Negative.” he grumbled, head lowering to avoid my gaze.

“Yeah, Okay. Cuando lleguemos a casa, tengo unas palabras que creo que te encantarán.”

“If I understand correctly, is that so, Love?” I could see his lips pull into a smirk under his mask

“afirmativo.” I smirked, playfully winking before opening the back window of the truck and repeatedly tapping Gaz to annoy him, only for him to forcefully poke me in the forehead and send me flying into Ghost.

Gaz let out a loud laugh and slammed the window shut again while Simon let out a small grunt and the smallest chuckle as he caught me.

“You're going to be the death of me.” He placed a quick discreet kiss to the side of my head and gently shoved me back to my side of the truck.

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately, yes I do.” the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at me making me giggle quietly.

The sound of the window sliding open and the truck slowing made me look to my left to see Soap looking back at us.

“We're walking the rest of the way, let’s go lovebirds.” he sticks his tongue out which made Ghost mumble under his breath. Something about 'Scottish brainless humor’?

I let out another laugh as I hopped over the side of the truck, reaching back in after landing on the ground to grab my bag. I pulled out everything I needed before throwing it back in and covering it with the tarp that i had been sitting on. We all readjusted our gear and loaded our guns, going over the plan one more time before we started on our separate ways.

Just as I started walking with Gaz, a large hand pulled my shoulder back making me turn around and come face to chest with Simon.

“One more sentence.” he whispered, his hand cradling my face, the metal of his wedding ring cold on my warm cheek.

“Vuelve a mí vivo, mi amor.” I leaned up and placed a kiss onto the nose of his skull mask.

“You too, Love.” he rested his forehead against mine and let out a quiet sigh before pulling away and walking over to his group.

I walked over to Gaz, who immediately started making kissing noises and making fun of me. Alejandro laughed and joined in making me groan and pick up my pace.

This was going to be a long mission.

Translations:

hermanos- brothers

¿Quién es esta belleza?- Who is this beauty?

Los nombres Y/N. Un placer conocerlos a ambos. El jabón me ha dicho mucho sobre ustedes, muchachos.- The names Y/N. A pleasure to meet you both. Soap has told me a lot about you guys.

No me dijeron que el 141 tenía su propia diosa de habla hispana.- They didn't tell me that 141 had its own Spanish-speaking goddess.

diosa- goddess

Cuando lleguemos a casa, tengo unas palabras que creo que te encantarán.- When we get home, I have a few words that I think you'll love.

afirmativo- affirmative

Vuelve a mí vivo, mi amor.- Come back to me alive, my love.

[thedirtybeanlife]

Troubled Youth

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x CPTSD!Reader

(Platonic Soap x Reader if you squint)

Warnings: fem reader, brief mention of injury, talk of childhood trauma, reader has cptsd episode, cursing, non-sexual nudity

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Reader has a CPTSD episode and Simon is there to ground her.

*Please do not read if you are easily triggered*

Stay safe and enjoy <3

Today had been possibly the longest day ever. Nothing had gone right, not even at work or on the drive home. I woke up late, spilled coffee on myself, forgot my report papers, had to get gas, and my ID badge at work wouldn't scan to let me into the building which made me an extra ten minutes late. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I had made it through the day with only a million more inconveniences before my boss let me leave early, clearly seeing I wasn't performing as well as usual. The drive home was filled with rush hour traffic and the inability to find a good song to listen to.

Pulling up to the driveway, a smile formed on my face as I saw the beat up Chevy pickup on the cracked pavement of our driveway. He's finally home. Simon had been sent out with the rest of our team somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, meaning no contact for three months. Not even letters sent by mail or a quick pay phone visit. It’d been hard. Harder not knowing when he was coming back. If he was coming back at all, really. It was always a hard thing to do, let him go off into the dangers of the world like that. At any second a bullet could speed right through him and Soap and John would be the ones in my driveway instead. I was also a member of Task Force-141, but due to an injury out on the field I was put on leave for four months, and having to hear that my boyfriend died from people who are like family to me was not something I ever wanted to experience.

Thankfully, today the world decided to cut me some slack and bring my boyfriend home. I let out a long sigh as I turned the key over in the ignition, killing the engine. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the headrest, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. After giving myself a look over in the visors mirror I got out of the car and locked it before approaching the front door. Just as I was about to reach up and turn the knob, the door swung open. In front of me was a grinning Simon who took one look at my face and immediately pulled me into his chest for a hug.

“Missed you so much, Love.” he whispered against the side of my head, his lips placing a few soft kisses to make sure I believed his words.

“Missed you too. Bad day.” I mumbled into his now crumpled shirt.

“Well, we can't have that, can we? Let’s get you inside. I’ll run you a bath and make us some tea after dinner and we can have a movie night.”

“No, I just want to sleep.” I whined, digging my head deeper into his chest.

His arms wrapped tighter around me as a chuckle reverberated through his chest, “Love, you need some food and a bath at least. It’ll make you feel better, promise. Then we can go to bed.”

For whatever reason his persistence was making me angry. I let out a huff and pulled away, bumping into his bulky frame to get through the doorway and walked over to our couch and threw myself onto it. I closed my eyes and started taking some deep breaths to help ground myself. Once again, I felt Simon come up in front of me.

“You're mad.” he stated simply, his voice sounding miles away as I could only think about how bad everything had gone today.

Not able to stop the intensity of the emotions I was feeling my head snapped up and I glared up at him, “Oh, I am? Wow, never would have guessed, Simon.” I rolled my eyes and went back to the position I was in, more anger radiating off me.

Seemingly taken off guard, having never seen me react like that before, he stayed quiet for a minute before trying again, “I just want to know what's got you feelin’ like this.”

“Bullshit! Nobody fucking cares about how I feel, Simon. I mean seriously, none of my family talks to me, I have no friends, I can't go back to my actual job for another month, and we’re away from each other for weeks at a time. I don't even know if you're alive half the time! It’s not fair.” I got up and went to walk away, but his words stopped me.

“I can't help it that we have important jobs, Y/N. It’s just how it is. We’ll work it out”. In hindsight, if I hadn't been so angry at the way today had gone, I probably would have heard the unbelievably apologetic tone in his voice, and never would have taken it the way I did.

“No, you know what? Fuck you Simon! You have no idea what it's like to have only one person in your life and you hardly get to see them because they're out in another country fighting some war the world doesn't even know about. I’m so scared everyday that Soap or Price are going to show up at our door or my office to give me your tags. I don't have anyone else in my life once your gone”, tears were now streaming down my face and I had managed to curl into myself on the couch and away from my boyfriend.

It was silent for a moment, but then he sighed loudly, which made me look up in fear as a response to how things would go in my childhood. I was met with the stone cold look on his face.

I showed emotion and I was going to pay for it.

That was the only thought running through my head as I looked into his eyes which looked more and more like my fathers by the second.

Simon was standing at his full height, my dads height, and staring down at me with such an intense gaze that it made my heart rate and breathing speed up. He took a step forward, and immediately I was overtaken with fear from the memories of my fathers wrath. Without a second thought, I looked up at him with fear and bolted off the couch and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and hiding in the shower. Shakily, I grabbed the lid to the tank of the toilet as a weapon in case I needed it. My breathing was quick and unsteady, nearly making me pass out, but that couldn't happen. I had to stay alert. I couldn't let the monster get me. Not again. Not after I had done everything I could to escape him.

My heart was beating in my ears and I felt trapped, like a mouse in a cage. My hands were shaking and the toilet lid kept slipping from how sweaty my palms had gotten. Cold chills were racking my body and the nausea refused to go away. I felt like I was suffocating.

A gentle, low, knock on the door made my head snap in its direction and raise my weapon even higher and more confident. I took a deep breath as I saw the knob slowly turn and the door be pushed open about an inch. A large black nail polish and ring covered hand pushed a journal and a goofy looking child's pen across the floor of the small bathroom. The door was slowly pulled closed, a quiet click sounding from the rings clacking against the metal knob.

That quiet click is what made me snap out of it. My father didn't wear rings or nail polish, this wasn't my childhood bathroom, and that was the man who I was never supposed to be scared of. The man I wasn’t scared of. I let out a shaky sob as I fell to the floor in realization of what just happened, and what I had said to Simon. I felt awful for even thinking like that. I took a few minutes to compose myself, blankly staring at my journal he had thoughtfully slid into the room. He knew me so well. More than I knew my self, honestly.

With a few more shaky deep breaths, I looked over at the door and called out, “Simon?” my voice was rough from the crying I had done throughout the day and the screaming on the ride home.

“Yes, Darling?” his voice was quiet hidden behind the door. I needed it beside me.

“Can you… You can come in now.” I spoke loud enough for him to hear.

I heard some shuffling before the door was opened. Simon slowly crept in, quiet as possible as he approached me. He crouched down to where I was sitting, toilet lid still tightly clutched in my hands with my knees to my chest.

“Why do you have the lid to our toilet, love?”

“It’s a weapon…”

“No weapons needed here. Can i have that to put back? I promise nobody is going to hurt you, Honey.”

Honey. I love when he calls me that.

Taking my silence as a yes, he delicately grabbed the cold, white porcelain from my hands and placed it on the ground next to him.

“Okay, good. Do you want to get out of the shower now?” his voice was soft, almost like he was talking to a small child. It was comforting. Safe. Very new as well.

I shook my head and started playing with the hem of my shirt as I tried to figure out what to say to him. My eyes shifted to meet his and it was quick to ease the buzzing in my ears. The familiarity of the way his nose was slightly crooked, and the way his lips always had a slight frown unless he was smiling or laughing. The stubble on his chin had grown since I last saw him, a beard now present on his face. How hadn't I noticed that earlier?

“I’m awful.” I whispered as I looked away, embarrassed by my reaction to him simply making a sound around me.

“No, we're not doing that. None of that, okay? I don't know what happened, or how today has gone for you, but I want you to listen to me. Nobody is mad at you, nobody is going to hurt you. I love you so, so, so much, and I want to help you. Please, Y/N, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel better. I’ll run you a bath and sit here with you. Then we can order some food. Maybe while we eat, we watch a movie, and you can tell me about how shitty today has been so you can turn your brain off and breathe. How’s that sound?"

Tears started welling in my eyes as he spoke. He was never good with words, but he had moments like these where he made my heart explode with the love I had for him.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

I nodded with a small smile. He let out a breath of relief and his hands slowly came up to cup my face and wipe my tears away. I melted under his touch, sinking forward until my forehead met his shoulder. His arms moved to wrap around my body, making every bad thing from today disappear. He leaned back and sat fully on the floor, pulling my body from the glass shower into his lap. My arms wrapped around his torso as my nose breathed in the comfort of his scent.

“I’m sorry I said ‘fuck you’, and that you don't know what it's like to not have people. You definitely do. Also for making you think I was scared of you. I promise I’m not. You’re the only person I’m not scared of.” I mumbled into his burning hot skin, relishing in the way it heated up the side of my face.

He once again grabbed the sides of my face and carefully moved me to look up at him,” I know PTSD when I see it. Don’t apologize for something that you have no control over. I understand.” his eyes had a look in them that made me really believe his words.

“I love you.” I yawned, trying to muzzle into him more than I already was.

“I love you too, but that doesn't mean you're skipping out on dinner and a bath. So, up we go.” he was quick to tighten his grip on me and lift us both up off the bathroom floor.

“But I’m tired and shaky now.” I frowned up at him.

He leaned down to give me a small peck on my nose, “That’s why I do all the work and you just sit there and look pretty.” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a small laugh which made his smirk turn into a large grin. He gave me another quick kiss on my lips before crouching back down to take off my socks and shoes. His thumb ran over the thin piece of tethered paracord wrapped around my ankle, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at the scar next to it.

“Soap that’s such a bad idea!” I laughed over the loud music.

“Oh, come on! We’re best friends now so we have to have friendship bracelets!” he laughed back just as hard.

Task Force 141 had just gone on an extremely difficult intel retrieval mission, all of us nearly dying towards the end of it. We were all at base safe thanks to Laswell calling in air support at just the right time when she noticed we hadn't checked in on comms as directed. Soap and I had gotten the worst of it, multiple bullet wounds and we had burns from being trapped in one of the burning buildings. We had quite a dramatic ‘my life is ending here's my dark secrets’ moment. Once we realized we weren't actually dying, we made an agreement to never speak of it again, shaking on it and working together to get out of the building with the help of the rest of our team on the other side.

Ever since then Soap and I have been joined at the hip. Even off base, much to Simon’s dismay. Soap knew about everything from my childhood. He was typically the person I went to when I felt like I was at a breaking point, knowing Simon shouldn't have to deal with my childhood trauma on top of his. Soap had begged me to tell my boyfriend, knowing he'd understand more than anyone, but I could never bring myself to do it.

“Your drunk ass is going to burn me.” I shook my head, a drunk smile plastered on my face.

Soap and I had gone to a bar a few blocks away from base, needing a drink after the shitshow of a mission Shepherd just sent us all on. The other three stayed back and worked on paperwork and ordered some food, telling us not to get too ‘dog pissed’, as Simon had put it. We were well into our sixth glass of alcohol by now, heavily intoxicated like we were instructed not to do.

“No I won’t! If I did, you’ve had worse so I know you'll be fine.” he joked, hinting at our earlier predicament.

I snorted at his drunk humor and stood up, placing a fifty on the counter and grabbing my jacket, “I hope the dollar tree is still open, asshat.” I stumbled past him and out into the night air, smiling up at the sky as I took in a breath.

Soap eventually stumbled his way out as well and we headed to the nearest dollar store to buy the materials we would need for our drunk sleepover activity. It took us about an hour to find everything we needed, the alcohol not helping us. The old cashier looked annoyed as she scanned our items and took Price’s stolen crumpled dollar bills, but it only made us laugh when we walked out of the store.

Using the least amount of stealth possible, we snuck into my room on base through the window to avoid the lectures from Price and Ghost, and of course the embarrassment from Gaz’s morning camera roll viewing. I managed to drop one of the bags, a pack of lighters, and Cheetos falling out of it. Soap laughed at me, making me throw the rest of the stuff at him, hitting him in the face with it.

“God you're an arse!”

“So are you!” I retaliated loudly, Soaps eyes widening as he realized how loud we were being.

We both made ourselves go silent before snorting and separating everything in piles that made sense to our intoxicated brains. It took us about thirty minutes to actually sit down and start measuring the rope around our ankles. Being less drunk than Soap, I was the one to use the knife to cut the paracord rope.

“If you burn me Johnny, God is the least of your worries.”

“What the bloody hell does that mean?” he looked up in fear.

I just smiled sweetly at him and motioned for him to continue. He nervously, and drunkenly, started burning the rope to make the pieces melted together and form a bond. In a matter of seconds, the flame met my ankle and burnt it, causing me to let out a small yelp and jerk it away from him. He looked up at me with fear in his eyes as my angry ones met his.

“Run.”

I quietly laughed as I recalled the memory,”Never trusting that fool again. Drunk or not.”

He stood back up, his fingers ghosting over my body until he reached the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His lips met my shoulder in a small kiss as his fingers reached around to unclasp my bra and let it fall over my arms and onto the floor with my shirt. Before Simon reached to unbuckle my pants he gave me one last look just to make sure I was okay with it. I smiled up at him, nodding my head slightly. He had never undressed me like this before. It was something I wanted to experience every time I showered from now on. The way his warm hands left goosebumps as they trailed down my bare skin and to the button of my pants. It was in no way sexual, but the feeling of the love that was radiating off of him was practically making me high.

He carefully pulled my pants and underwear down, lifting my feet from the floor one at a time to help me step out of them. After picking up my clothes and putting them in the hamper, he grabbed my robe from off the back of the door and held it up for me to step into, “I’ll start your bath, go pick out something to wear. Make sure it’s warm and comfo- what?”

He was cut off by my bottom lip jutting out and my eyes widening in disappointment,”But you always pick out the best stuff!” I pouted, fully giving into the treatment I was getting from him tonight.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” he teased, leaving the room for about a minute, coming back with clean pajamas and one of his hoodies.

I smiled at the thought of being able to wear it when he was done pampering me. Simon had me sit up on the counter while he prepared my bath, the temperature of the water and amount of bubble bath muscle memory by now. It took a few minutes, but when he was done and stood back, the steam rising in the air and the smell of lavender and vanilla was almost intoxicating and inviting as him. He reached his hand out for me to grab, which I did, using his arm to stabilize myself as as I stepped into the hot water. A long sigh of relief tore through my lips as I submerged the rest of my body, my eyes fluttering closed.

Seconds later, Simon's hand was dragging his fingers through my hair, using another to scoop water onto my hair to wet it. The way he moved his fingers through the strands of hair were a stark contrast to the way he used his hands on the field. It made it that much more domestic. Another thirty minutes was spent of Simon washing my hair and body before he had me get off and changed into the clothes he had picked out for me. He guided me out of the bathroom, hairbrush in hand as we walked down the hallway and into the living room. Calloused hands led my body to sit on the couch. Grabbing the remote to the tv, he pressed the power button and it turned on. A minute or two was spent of him scrolling through apps on the tv before he stopped on YouTube and opened it. Working at a pace only Simon could, he searched up Kipper and played the first full episode that popped up.

“Kipper? Why are we watching British Clifford at our age?” was all I asked, too baffled by his choice of entertainment.

Simon laughed, the sound warm and melodious. He set the remote down and attempted to run his fingers through my wet, tangled hair. My heart fluttered at the sound of it. It was rare getting to hear him let loose and laugh like that, especially when it was over something dumb I said. After his laughter died down he took a deep breath and looked down at me, lowering himself to place a kiss on my chapstick covered lips.

“It’s what I used to watch as a kid when things started gettin’ scary. Maybe it’ll help. Just watch fuckin’ British Clifford ‘n let me do your hair. Food will be here any minute.” he spoke, still chuckling at the phrase I used to describe his childhood tv show.

Simon and I had been dating for well over three years now, but with both of us struggling with forming relationships, we were only at the two month mark with our emotions. So hearing him confess something like this made my breath catch in my throat.

“Mine was F/S.” I mumbled, a large smile resting on my face as I watched the orange dog on the screen.

The rest of the evening was rather peaceful. Cartoons on the tv, stomachs full of cheap take out, and Simon refused to let go of me the entire time. He said it was to help me feel better, but I knew deep down he needed it just as much.

[thedirtybeanlife]

Soft Touches || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

Summary: Simon does your skin care routine for you.

warnings: cursing

very full of fluff and soft simon

no mentions of y/n or gender specifications <3

enjoy!!

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I sat on the floor of Simon and I's shared bedroom, rummaging through the small basket that held most of my hair and skin care products. I preferred doing both in the bedroom because of the giant mirror we had next to our dresser. Its length stretched from the floor to the ceiling and had an LED ring around the trim, giving off the perfect amount of light. Indie music played quietly from the speaker of my phone next to me as I quietly hummed along and nodded my head. Grabbing the products I would need, I placed them in a line in front of me; in application order. Just as my hand reached to grab the cleanser, Simon walked into the room, a soft smile reaching his face as his eyes met mine.

“Well don't you look adorable,” he joked, taking in my fluffy bathrobe and fuzzy headband keeping the hair from my face.

I playfully rolled my eyes and started opening the cleanser bottle and dabbing some onto a cotton round, gently scrubbing away the grime and makeup from today. Simon’s voice sounded once again stopped me in my tracks.

“Can I do it?” I had never heard his voice go so soft and timid in the entire ten years I'd known the burly man.

“Of course you can, Baby. C’mere.” my smile and voice were warm and welcoming as I nodded for him to come join me.

He got up, slowly making his way over to me. Sitting down next to me, I watched as his eyes scanned the various bottles and jars of product. His face was contorted in visible confusion and wonder which caused me to let out a small laugh.

“What’re you laughin’ for, Love? Something funny?” he asked, eyebrow cocked with a small smirk resting on his lips.

“You look so lost. It’s cute.” I teased, lightly bumping my shoulder into his.

“I’ll show you cute…” and with that he gently grabbed a hold of my ankles, suddenly pulling me across the short distance on the hardwood floor to sit between his legs.

My legs were over top his thighs, resting on the floor behind him while our noses were practically touching. His eyes bored into mine, making my face flush at the close proximity.

“We've been married for seven years, and I can still make you freeze up and blush.” he teased back, lips ghosting over my own.

With my breath being ripped away from me at his intense stare and playful words, the only thing I could think to do was close the gap between us. Our lips met, his rough ones slowly moving against my softer ones, the passion just as alive as it was during our first kiss. It was always like that. Every kiss from Simon was searing hot in the best way possible. Pulling away, my forehead rested against his, smiles on both our faces.

“Can we get back to what we're supposed to be doing before we get side tracked and ruin my skin care routine?” I joked, hands grabbing his much larger ones and lacing our fingers together.

“What’s first?” Simon asks, thumbs rubbing circles on the backs of my hands.

“Well since I just cleaned everything off, toner.” I declared, grabbing the small bottle and handing it to him as well as another cotton round,” All you do is pour a little on there and wipe it around my face. Just watch the eyes, please.”

He nodded, flipping the lid open and squeezing some of the liquid onto the cotton. Ever so slowly, he dragged the pad across my face, careful to avoid my eyes. After a few more seconds he pulled away, eyes scanning my face.

“Now what?” he asked with excitement in his voice, eyes darting to the array of skin care products beside us.

“Serum, but be careful. This shit will run in your eyes so fast if you aren't careful. You can’t use too much or it’ll make me look oily too. Two or three drops should be more than enough. Maybe just on my cheeks and one on my forehead to be safe, yeah?”

He nodded as I handed him the bottle. He spun the small glass bottle in his hand, examining the label before twisting and pulling out the dropper. Simon’s thumb and forefinger softly gripped my chin, leaning my head back some so he could get a better angle. He was careful to avoid my eyes and mouth as he squeezed the handle of the dropper, letting a drip fall on each cheek and my forehead.

“Do I just rub it in?” he asked quietly, hand still holding my head back.

I let out a small hum, letting him know he was right. My eyes immediately fluttered shut as his calloused hands rubbed soft circles into my skin. He chuckled at how pliant I became at his touch, placing a kiss to the top of my head. He spent a few extra minutes (definitely more than he needed to) rubbing the serum into my skin before pulling away and grabbing the second to last item.

Simon grabbed the small sample jar of my night time eye mask, the jar comically small in his hands. Watching me apply this multiple times before, he swiftly opened the jar and applied two small dots of it under each eye. He closed the jar and sat it back in the basket with my other stuff before using his middle finger to gently rub the cream into the skin under and around my eyes. Once finished, he grabbed my bottle of moisturizer, squirting some into his hand and dotting it around my face. Using three of his fingers, Simon rubbed the lotion into my skin just as gently as he had everything else, if not more. A content sigh left my lips as he finished, placing a kiss on my temple.

“And done. Let's get you dressed and into bed, beautiful.” he allowed me to un-straddle him and scoot back some before he stood, offering a hand to help me up.

I of course took it and followed him over to our closet where he grabbed one of his shirts and playfully tossed it over my head making me giggle loudly. Quickly discarding my robe, I threw the shirt over my head and turned to look at Simon who was gawking at me like he had never seen me in his clothes before. Rolling my eyes at his behavior, I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me to our bed. We both climbed in, Simon immediately pulling me into his chest, our legs intertwining.

“Try and get some sleep tonight, yeah?” I spoke into his chest, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Only if you do the same, Love.” he whispered, thumb stroking my exposed hip.

“Mm only for you, Si.”

[thedirtybeanlife]

Love Me Tender

John Price x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, and naked bodies

My heavy boots hit the concrete under me clumsily as I walked up the steps of my front porch, muddy footprints following behind. The sound of another pair of footsteps behind me helped ground me as I shakily reached to unlock the door I hadn't touched in nearly a year. John’s large hand lightly resting on my arm made me stop and look up at him.

“You’ve had quite the day, love. Let me.” he gingerly took the keys from my hand and stepped around me to unlock and open the door.

He gestured for me to walk in after he flipped most of the lights on with the switch by the door. I gave him a tired, warm smile as I followed him in at a sluggish pace. I placed my duffle bag down beside his and looked around at the familiar environment. John had me sit on the barstool by the door, kneeling down in front of me. His fingers expertly unlacing my boots and carefully pulling them off, mindful of my injuries. His hands rested on my ankles after he placed the boots to the side, thumbs rubbing up and down across the bare skin my boots had been covering.

“Why don't you go ahead and start gettin’ all that gear off while I grab some stuff to fix you up? You do that for me, Beautiful?” his eyes looked up into mine with such adoration and love that it left me with butterflies in my stomach.

I frowned and reached out to pull off his hat, leaning forward to place my lips on his. He let out a happy hum and let his hands rest on my thighs as he sat up fully to reach me better. Our foreheads rested together as we sat with our eyes closed, just basking in each other's presence. Moments like these were rare with both of us always stationed halfway across the world from each other. Thankfully, Laswell had me work my most recent mission with Task force 141 which gave me some extra time to spend with my husband, even during the mission.

“Can’t we just take a shower and go to bed instead? It’s truly not that bad, John. Just a few cuts and bruises.” I protested quietly, eyes still closed and lips brushing together as I spoke.

“Only if you let me put some bandages on them after.”

I hummed in agreement, knowing I had no way around it. My lips connected with his once more before I stood up and grabbed his hand. John stood up and immediately started pulling me towards our bathroom down the hall. Flipping the light on, he grabbed some towels and my robe from the closet. He turned the water on, testing the temperature to get it where he knew I liked it. I took that as my cue to start taking my gear and clothes off. Starting with my vest, my fingers undid the clasps and pulled it over my head. Next were my pants which were slightly difficult and painful with the way the fabric scraped across the various cuts on my legs. I let out a small hiss as I carefully shimmied out of them, letting the bloody material fall to the floor in a puddle around my ankles.

“Let me.” John spoke softly, rising from his hunched over position by the tub, small remnants of bubbles on his wrist.

He gingerly walked over to me, two of his large strides being ample enough for him to reach my whithered state. Wordlessly, he removed my shirt and undergarments, tossing them with my pants and vest. His finger twirled around, signaling for me to turn my back to him. I did as asked and felt his warm, calloused hands trace the sling of my neck as he took off my dog tags and locket, placing them on the counter.

“Go on, get in. I’m right behind ya’” he mumbled into my skin as he placed a kiss to my exposed shoulder

I allowed myself to slowly submerge myself in the water, letting out a shaky breath as the scalding water soothed my muscles and burned my open injuries. Pain and relief flooded my body, the relief thankfully overpowering everything else. My head lolled to the side and I watched as John tore off his shirt, pulling it over his head by the base the back of the neckline. Effortlessly, he undid his belt and pulled it from the loops, pulling his pants and boxers down afterwards. His frame sauntered over to me, climbing into the large bathtub behind me. Strong, toned arms pulled me against an equally as toned chest. A quiet moan left my lips at how relaxed I finally felt.

“That’s right, Doll. Just relax. You don't have to stress anymore. It’s all over.”

His words made my eyes drift closed, the feelings he brought me amplifying as I felt him run a warm rag across my body, lightly squeezing it to let the water drip down my front. I could spend forever in this exact position, his rough hands running along my smooth skin.

“I love you, John.” my voice was barely above a whisper when it came out, breathy and tired.

“I love you more, y/n.” his voice was the same tone as mine, although more teasing and awake.

“I highly doubt that.” I mumbled, my fingers linking with his much larger ones.

We sat in the bath for a good twenty minutes, basking in the warm water and each others comfort. John had helped me get changed into some pajama shorts and one of his shirts after tending to my wounds. Climbing in bed made me want to sob. It had been over nine months since I had slept in my own bed. John laughed as I had rolled around in the sheets, groaning loudly about how much I had missed it. After collecting myself, we both cuddled up under the blanket, backs against the headboard as we sat up. John held my favorite book in his hand, reading the words aloud as he usually did to help me drift off to sleep.

Clearly, it was working, because the last thing I remember before opening my eyes again in the morning is his words echoing in my ear.

“I love you so much, my precious angel.”

[thedirtybeanlife]

task force 141 member hc's

~how they show their love for you~

johnny 'soap' mactavish

constantly needs to be touching you

whether it be holding your hand or fully laying on top of you

whines and pouts when you're busy doing stuff around the house because he can't hold you in his arms

brings back small pebbles from every mission he goes on and puts them in a giant clear vase by your guys' front door

it's overflowing

you're going to need to buy a new vase soon

calls you the most random pet names and nicknames.

referred to you as 'my maple tree' once

he refused to elaborate

an amazing cook

he could probably put gordon ramsey to shame with some of his dishes

cooks you dinner nearly every night when he's home

loves to cook together with music playing in the background

many dance breaks that involve him spinning you around violently ensue

sometimes you have to sit down and recover so you don't hurl

fan of the classic 'holding you from behind while you cook' move

does it every chance he gets just to feel you melt into him

simon 'ghost' riley

this poor poor man

he loves you so much, he really does

but he's scared to love you so he has a hard time showing it

he wants nothing more than to cuddle with you on the couch, or swing your hands in between your bodies as you walk down the street together

it takes months and months for him to feel comfortable enough to just come up behind you in the bathroom and warm his arms around you

his face shoved itself into the crook of your neck and you let it happen, happiness flooding through your veins as he makes the first move for once

'im proud of you' you'd whisper, placing a kiss to the top of his head

the longer you're together the more he opens up

eventually he gets just as handsy as soap, if not more

he makes you tiny wooden figurines of your favorite animals when he's stationed somewhere and he's not working

after years of praising him, it becomes his favorite way to show how much he loves and cares for you.

will now praise you for every tiny thing you do

cooked a really good dessert?

"so proud of how good you did, love."

simply put his used dinner plate in the sink for him?

"I love you so much, beautiful."

it's safe to say you are never not flustered around him.

even after years of being together

kyle 'gaz' garrick

major gift giver

spoils you any chance he gets

will frequently take you out to malls and let you buy practically anything you desire

loves watching the fashion shows you have in dressing rooms

picks out clothes he think would be cute on you

takes you on many fancy dinner dates

half of your closet is full of nice dresses for such occasions

loves having you sit on his lap so he can run his hands along your warm skin

hates pda (other than light kisses and hand holding ofc)

loves to take off your jewelry and shoes off after a long day

runs baths for you both

it's his favorite way to unwind for the the day

washing your hair and seeing your relaxed face is his favorite part

playfully bullies and insults you

all day

every. day.

he's relentless

but you love him so you put up with it <3

John Price

gives you practically every shirt he owns

loves watching how the fabric swallows you

major thigh man

obsessed with your thighs

his hands are never not touching them

his favorite way to sit on the couch is laying in between your legs with his head between your thighs

especially during football (⚽️)

he says it 'helps him concentrate'

loves to braid your hair

his mom taught him when he was young and he now does it for you every night before bed

a very domestic man

he always puts you first, no matter what

buys you your favorite large dog breed so there's something to protect you when he's working

buys an iphone so he can facetime you when not home

has no idea how it works

accidentally plays your driving playlist at full blast

doesn't know how to make it stop

"gaz how the bloody hell do i turn this thing off?"

cuddles with this man are immaculate

you're the only person who is allowed to raid his cigar box

thinks you looks adorable puffing on it, pretending your him

can't help but shower you in kisses anytime he sees you with one hanging from the side of your mouth

[thedirtybeanlife]

Fixer Upper

Simon Riley x Reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: readers callsign is olive, cursing, blood, bullet wounds, brief mention of tortured children, mention of bad childhood

somewhat fluffy towards the end <3

Bullets whizzed past my head as I ran through the street. Fire was spreading like crazy and there had to be at least a hundred innocent civilians running for their lives. I crouched behind the bed of a truck, reloading my M16 and catching my breath. I looked down at my thigh, huffing as I saw how badly I was bleeding. One of the soldiers shot me in the thigh before I got the chance to shoot him. The blood had soaked through my pants, the camouflage fabric now a dark red.

Deciding to chance it and push my way through, I collected myself and emerged from behind the bed of the truck, rifle aimed and ready to fire. Immediately bullets started flying in my direction causing me to duck and fire at the four men standing behind the barricades. It took a few minutes and two clips of ammo to gun them down, as well as the suicide bomber who had run out of a nearby building. After leading some stray civilians to the nearest medic, I started finding my way to Ghost and Soap.

"Soap, Olive, sit-rep." Ghost's voice came through the comm in my ear.

"Alive and out of ammo." Soap's accent filled my ears.

"Olive? How copy?"

"On my way to you now Lt. Loosing a lot of blood though. Fucker shot me." I let out, my voice strained as I put pressure on my wound, pain flairing through my body.

"Can you make it?" the usually stoic man's voice sounded concerned.

“Yeah, yeah I can make it. Just- just need a minute or two..” I droned off, the sudden need to pass out flooding my brain.

"Doesn't sound like it. I'm on my way to your location now. Stay put." Soap cut in, his breath labored.

"Soap, with all due respect, I think I can make it without any more casualties." There was no way I was going to let Soap risk his life just because I had a little bullet wound.

"Stay there, Y/N." Ghost's voice cut in, a certain edge behind it that made my stubbornness dissipate.

"Yes, Sir." and with that I leaned back against the brick wall behind me and lowered my gun, lifting my leg from the ground to relieve some of the pain.

Slowly my vision started to get blurry, and I had to start manually breathing to keep my kind occupied until Soap got to me. I decided on sitting on the ground to see if that would help. The second I sat down, three men rounded the corner, large assault rifles in hand.

"That little bitch is around here somewhere." one of them whispered rather loudly.

"We should have some fun with her before we turn her into boss. You never see such young ones out here." another one spoke, his voice much more malicious.

"Like hell, ya’ dirty bastards." Soap's voice was heard, followed by three suppressed gunshots.

Each man fell to the floor, looks of surprise permanently etched on their faces. I let out a sigh of relief as Soap crouched down in front of me, quickly moving to check out my thigh and other wounds.

"Thank you." I gave him a weak smile, keeping my eyes open becoming nearly impossible.

"Don't you dare die on me, Olive. Let's get you out of here, yeah?" he moved to my side and wrapped my arm around his shoulder, pulling us up until we were standing.

I had to put pretty much all of my weight against him in order to stop the blinding white pain I experienced with every step. Thankfully we had already managed to take down most of the enemy, only a few stranglers that Soap picked off with his pistol. That made getting to Ghost at the rendezvous point much easier in my current condition. It took about ten minutes until we made it to the small cabin hidden in the middle of the woods. It looked weirdly intact and taken care of, but I didn't bother paying much mind to it. I needed to stop moving before I passed out.

"Alright, L/N. Just a few more steps, you can do it. l know you can." it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything, but I nodded along anyway and did my best to stay conscious.

The door slamming open startled me, making me grab my gun and aim it in front of me only to see Ghost standing in the door frame. He ushered us in with haste, eyeing me the entire time. He had soap sit me at the small wooden kitchen table while he left the room. He returned a moment later with a bag of what seemed like medical equipment, which would make sense. He kneeled down in front of me, placing the bag on the chair beside him. He ruffled through it for a moment before pulling out what he needed to stitch up my thigh.

"I'm gonna need you to pull your pants down, L/N."

"At least buy me a drink first, Lt." I joked, my words slurring together.

"Y/N, stop fucking around. Take them off before I cut them off." his voice was stern and his eyes were hard as he glared down at me.

With an eye roll, I lifted my hips and pulled down my cargo pants until the waistband was a few inches below my injury, my spandex the only thing covering me. Seemingly satisfied with my cooperation, Ghost pulled up the leg of my spandex before he started opening a bottle of rubbing alcohol which made me try and back away from him.

"Fuck that. Absolutely not. I'll just die." I started panicking, my already ragged breath getting worse.

"L/N, I need you to calm down. It's just a little bit'a alcohol. It only hurts for a few seconds, promise."

"I said no, asshole." I glared down at him as I still tried to get out of the chair and get to the door.

"MacTavish, hold her down."

"Lt. Isn't that a li-"

"Johnny!"

"Yes, Sir!" Soap was quick to stand behind me and hold my shoulders against the back of the chair.

"No! Get off! Soap get the FUCK off of me before I fucking kill you damn it! Let me go!" tears were streaming down my face as I thrashed around and screamed.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Ghost asked, a hint of both humor and sympathy mixed in his voice.

I looked down to see my thigh now mostly cleaned off and Ghost's glove covered hand resting right under the wound, his thumb gently caressing my thigh to calm me down.

"What? Oh." He had already cleaned up my leg, the bottle of torture sitting next to us on the table, a bloody bundle of gauze sitting next to it.

Soap busted out laughing, nearly falling to the ground from my response. It took him a few seconds but once he had calmed down he wiped away a few tears and looked down at me.

"You are quite the character, Olive."

"Shut the fuck up John. I'm very serious about killing you right now." I gave him my best glare which quickly shut him up.

"Am I allowed to stitch you up? Or am I going to have to make Johnny hold you down again?" Ghost teased as he prepped the needle.

"Shut up and just do it, please." i was really starting to feel the drowsiness due to my outburst, and Ghost definitely noticed.

What felt like an eternity later, which was really only twenty minutes passed and Ghost was done. My leg was still incredibly sore and I felt like shit. Soap had gone outside for a smoke after I threatened to castrate him for making bad jokes. Ghost was packing up all of the medical equipment he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. He had taken off his vest and ghost mask halfway into stitching me up. He was in his black t shirt and painted balaclava, his sleeve tattoo on display. I wasn't ashamed to admit he was attractive, even if I had never seen his face. I was always intrigued by the large male, and his behavior towards me today has only intensified that feeling.

"How did you know this place was here? It's so hidden I can't imagine you just managed to find it in the short span of time we've been here."

"It's my home." he said blankly, getting up and leaving the room again. He was gone for a few minutes before silently coming back down and sitting at the other end of the table, going through files that had been sitting there.

"You- you have a house?"

"You don't?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since he tended to my wound.

"Of course I have my own place. I just didn't peg you as someone who would have such good interior design skills." I teased, laying my head in the table and lolling it to the side as I looked at him.

"Shut it and go get some rest. Upstairs. First door on the left."

"I'm fine." I mumbled, giving him a small smile.

"Don't care. We need you out there, and you aren't much help tired and injured. Now, go rest up. That's an order."

"Ghost, I'm literally fine. We're all tired. That's sort of in the job description."

He let out a heavy sigh and looked back down at the files. Silence took over for a moment before he stood up and walked over to me. Without warning, he picked me up, careful not to hurt my leg.

"Woah, what are you doing?" he was being uncharacteristically caring today and I didn't understand.

It was honestly a little scary.

"Taking you to bed since you're too stubborn to go yourself." he started walking up the stairs.

His grip was firm, yet gentle, warm hands resting on my thigh and arm. It felt safe. He opened the door to a bedroom, presumably his by the looks of it. For the most part it was pretty empty, only a few rock band posters and a shelf with fake plants on the wall. There was a dresser and a queen size bed, four pillows resting neatly against the headboard. There was a full length mirror on the wall beside the door, a picture of TF141 shoved in between the glass and dark wooden frame. It was the one of Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, and I. Price stood next to Gaz, his arm wrapped around his shoulder. Soap stood in the middle of them and Ghost, a cup of coffee in hand, no shoes on. Ghost stood next to him, fully clad in his gear, looking to his left. He was about to board a helo for his mission, but we forced him into our picture. Then there was me. I was on Soap’s back, poking Ghost in the cloth covered cheek trying to get him to look at the camera.

That's sweet. He does have a heart.

I was gently placed on the bed after he had pulled back the dark grey duvet. He looked me over one more time as if he was trying to make sure he didn't miss any injuries.

“Rest up, Soldier.” and with that he had turned the light off and started walking out of the doorway.

“Ghost. Wait.” my voice was barely audible, shaky too.

He stopped in the doorway, staring ahead for a moment before turning to look at me, eyes silently meeting mine, hand resting on the wooden door frame.

“Um… thank you. For patching me up, and the bed. I appreciate it, Lt.”

He gave me a small nod, awkwardly shifting his weight on his feet. His fingers had a tight grip on the door frame still, the tips of them turning a pale white from the force. It was like he wanted to say something, his eyes darting between my face and my bandaged thigh. Under his gaze I felt small and vulnerable, and weirdly enough, that didn't scare me. It felt more comforting than anything. Opening my mouth to speak, I was cut off by Ghost mumbling something, the words just barely leaving his lips.

“What was that?” I asked, a small, confused and amused smirk on my face at my lieutenants odd, anxious behavior.

“You could have died out there, Y/N.” he was looking at his feet now, shoulders tensed.

“I’m sorry. Truly, I am. But, watching those men torture those children made my blood boil. I used to be a daycare teacher, when I was a teen, and watching the way those poor children were screaming for their parents to help them as those soldiers carved into their skin was enough to set me over the edge. They're supposed to protect them, not torture them in front of their tied up parents, Ghost. I couldn't just sit there and let that happen.” my voice was cold and defensive as I spoke, staring up at him.

His eyes softened and he took a few slow steps closer to me, his hands moving to rest in the front pockets of his jeans, “You were a daycare teacher? With that mouth on you?” the first question was genuine, the second was used to help ease my anger.

“Yeah, I was. I did it for five years and loved it. It felt nice getting to give kids the affection I never knew as a kid, ya know?” I gave him a small smile.

“Shit parents?” he asked with a knowing tone.

“Very shit. I take it you did too?” I asked, adjusting myself, wincing slightly as I moved my leg.

Ghost’s eyes stayed on my injury as I shifted my body, his hand moving towards mine before immediately retracting,”There were moments I questioned my Father’s parenting, but my Mom was my favorite person in the world.”

“I think that’s the most you've ever opened up to me, Ghosty. We can be trauma buddies.” I giglgled, holding out my pinky to him.

He rolled his eyes, but nonetheless hooked his pinky with mine,”Try and rest, Y/N. Long day tomorrow.” he stood up once again, but this time my hand grabbing his large one stopped him in his tracks.

His shoulders tensed at the sudden feeling, eyes going wide for a few seconds. He turned around and looked down at our hands before looking over at me, head tilted ever so slightly in confusion.

“You can stay in here tonight,” I rushed out quietly, nervous under his gaze as he towered over me, ”If you want to of course! Don’t feel pressured or anything. It’s just that it’s your house and your bed so I figured it'd be fair to also let you sleep in it too, so you don't have to be uncomfortable on the couch all night or so-” I stopped my nervous rambling when I felt him squeeze my hand and he let out a laugh.

A genuine laugh that rarely ever left his lips. It took me by surprise, having never heard the sound be directed at me before. I wasn’t exactly sure why he was laughing but I didn’t care. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. Deep and warm, something that could only be explained as a warm summer night. His hand squeezed mine gently before he stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, sitting and kicking his boots off.

“You're adorable when you’re nervous, Love.” I could tell he was smiling by the tone of his voice.

“Shut up.” I huffed in fake annoyance, turning my head to look at him, his body now sat facing the same way i was, his eyes raking over my face for any sign of discomfort with our proximity.

“You know you owe Johnny $50 now, right?”

“Are you implying what I think you are? Wait! You knew about the bet!” I shot up from leaning against the headboard, ignoring the pain in my leg as I flushed with embarrassment.

About a year ago, Soap and I had made a bet. He said that Ghost was absolutely head over heels while I was in complete denial about it.

“You two are the loudest people I have ever met. And, yes. I am implying what you think I’m implying.” he whispered the last part, avoiding my gaze, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Simon. Look at me, please?” my voice was gentle as I turned my entire body to face him, letting my leg stretch out to the side.

His shoulders moved as he took in a large breath and slowly turned his head to look into my eyes, anxiety and fear swirling in his brown eyes. If he wasn't such a large man, I would think I was looking into the eyes of a scared little boy. I smiled up at him, carefully scooting closer until I was close enough to lean my head on his shoulder. He stiffened immediately, not relaxing until I reached over and gently placed my hand over his.

“I don't know how to do this. Relationships. Never been in one or wanted one until you. I don't want to hurt you…” his voice trailed off at the end, hand squeezing mine ever so softly.

“So we take it one step at a time. I promise you will never hurt me, Simon. I may not know everything you’ve been through, but I promise you I will help you through anything you need.”

Immediately after I finished my sentence, Simon’s lips were on mine, kissing me with an intense passion I'd never experienced before. His hands cupped my face while mine rested on his chest. No longer able to hold our breath, we pulled away, staring into each others eyes.

“It’s probably too soon to be saying this, but I think I’m in love with you.” I whispered breathlessly.

He placed another kiss to my lips, pulling away to look into my eyes once more, “I’ve been in love with you since day one.” his voice was quiet and gravely.

I smiled at him coyly, curling into his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso as I giggled softly. His arms wrapped around me, carefully pulling me to lay down with him. The rest of the night was spent whispering sweet nothings to each other and placing small kisses along each others jawline.

It couldn't get much better than this.

[thedirtybeanlife]

rooftop love

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

*not my gif*

word count: 1.8k

warnings: readers callsign is olive, weed and alcohol use, cursing, slight mention of potential death, slight ooc ghost

my eyes burned as i stared at the papers in front of me. it was well past midnight and i still hadn't finished filing all of the reports i was tasked to file. my head rested on my palm as i squinted to see the words on the paper, the small desk lamp not doing very good at luminting the room. either way it was still better than the blinding overhead light that only intensified my growing headache. sighing, i sat my pen down and looked around my room. my eyes landed on the bottle of jack daniels gaz had gifted me for my birthday.

‘i don't know how you drink this filth, but happy birthday, olive.” he patted my shoulder and placed the bottle in my hand, curly baby blue ribbon taped against the neck.

“thanks, gaz.” i hugged him and kissed his cheek, grateful that he managed to get me a gift even in the middle of all the missions we'd been on lately.

standing up made me groan as the sound of my bones cracking filled the previously silent room. i let out a relieved sigh, happy to finally be out of the hunched over position i had stuck myself in hours ago. i walked over to the bottle and grabbed it, lifting it up and out of the shadows to further inspect it now that i had the chance. scanning the label, something white sticking out from under the ribbon caught my attention. carefully, i pulled it out and saw that it was an envelope, my name written neatly in the middle with a badly drawn heart next to it. a light laugh left my lips as i turned it over in my hands and opened it, careful not to rip anything. I pulled out the price of paper and sat the envelope back on the nightstand and unfolded the paper.

happy birthday! i’m sorry it’s not much. it was short notice, you know? i figured you could drink some and build up the courage to make out with the lt. love you bestie!

-gaz

p.s.- soap bet me fifty bucks you wouldn't have the balls so i really need you to do this because i only have $25 <3

“you’re going to give me an aneurysm one day, asshole.” i shook my head and softly tossed the paper onto the nightstand next to the envelope.

having nothing better to do, i exit the room with the bottle and quietly head to the kitchen where i grab two whiskey glasses. i don't bother stopping to look for ghost in his room, knowing he’s not in there. instead, i head to the stairwell and head up to the roof entrance, using my body weight to push open the door. the autumn chill immediately hits, feeling nice against my warm skin. my footsteps are near silent as i approach the hulking figure across the rooftop. simon was sat at the edge of the building, legs draped off the side under the railing. his arms supported his upper body as he leaned on the middle part of the railing, joint resting between his index finger and thumb. the ghost mask and his balaclava sat next to him, his face on full display. his eyes drift over to look in my direction at the sudden noise, shoulders tensing and body turning. when he sees it's just me, he quickly relaxes and returns to his previous position.

“you should be asleep, olive.” ghost mumbled quietly against the joint between his lips before taking a hit and releasing it through his nose, head tilting up slightly.

“so should you, simon.” placing the bottle and glasses down on the ground, i took a seat beside him, back leaning against the railing.

“i hate when you sit like that.” he frowned.

“you'll catch me, and if you don't it's not that high up. relax for once big guy.” i leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of jack, waving it in his face, “look what gaz got me for my birthday! him and soap have this bet apparently that i don't have the balls to make out with you, but little do they know.” i laughed, handing him the bottle so he could pour each of us a drink.

he let out an amused hum and smiled down at me, handing me the half smoked joint, motioning for me to take finish it,”have we not made it obvious enough? i don't want to tell them anymore if they're truly this moronic.”

i exhaled the smoke, laughing at his words as i took the half filled glass from his hand. he sat the bottle back down beside us and looked over at me. i gave him a coy smile, leaning all the way back against the railing once more. my lips met the rim of the glass as i took a large sip of the amber liquid. my eyes snapped closed and my head leaned back against the rail as i groaned in delight at the feeling.

“god it's been so long since i've had a drink.” i downed the rest of the glass in one go, looking up at simon,”another, barkeep!”

“slow down love, we don't want you getting sick off the side of the roof now do we?” he spoke, pouring me a drink anyway.

“i would never. unlike soap, i can handle my liquor.” i grinned up at him, the high from the weed becoming evident in my words, just like his.

we sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the both of us slowly nursing our whiskey while i finished off the joint. drugs weren't usually involved when it came to our late night meetups, but after the last few missions we had been on, they were greatly appreciated. both of us had nearly died multiple times and it had really taken a toll on our relationship. almost as if ghost was thinking the same thing, he spoke up.

“are we going to be okay, y/n?” he whispered into the chilly night air, voice cracking with how quiet he spoke it.

“of course we will, simon. we always are. it’s just always going to be hard, but we have to be strong. nobody can hurt us if we stay strong.” i moved to sit next to him, head resting against his chest. his arm moved to wrap around me, the feeling of safety and love enveloping me.

“i'm just so scared im going to lose you too. i can't lose you.” his grip on me tightened slightly.

“baby, you aren't going to lose me. not for a long, long, long time. not until we're all wrinkly and stiff." i nuzzled into him further, sighing in content as i felt his lips place a kiss to the top of my head.

“i love you.” he mumbled into my hair.

“i love you.” i quietly spoke against his chest, eyes closing as i fully relaxed against him.

“how ‘bout we go back inside and get some sleep?” his thumb caressed my side.

i nodded my head, letting out a small sound of agreement. simon chuckled softly, standing up and grabbing the bottle of jack and glasses in one hand. after putting his masks back on, he gently picked me up and held me against him, my legs and arms wrapping around him out of instinct. my head rested im the crook of his neck, his smell more intoxicating than the whiskey and weed.

“stay with me tonight? i want to be little spoon.” i giggled into his neck, still mindful that we had to be quiet now that we were inside the main building.

without speaking, simon turned down the hallway to my room and stopped when he reached my door, reaching into my back pocket to grab my keycard. making quick work, he unlocked my door and walked inside, placing me on the bed, placing the bottle of whiskey and wet glasses on the nightstand. his eyes glanced over the words on the unfolded paper, a laugh emitting from his lips at the last bit.

“let's get you into something a little more comfortable, babygirl.” his voice was soft as he grabbed the pair of shorts and the hoodie i had planned to change into before i got engrossed in my work from the top of my dresser.

i nodded with a tired, drunken smile. my body was giving in to the comfort simon provided, the warmth of his love and the alcohol making my eyelids droop. his hands were warm on my bare skin as he stripped me of the basic layer of my uniform, only to dress me seconds later in something much more comfortable.

“now you're turn.” i smiled up at him, moving to rest on my knees so i could help him out of his jacket, boots, and pants.

it was muscle memory, the way my fingers wrapped around each article of clothing, carefully sliding it off his body and throwing it in with the pile of mine on the floor. my fingers traced over the exposed scars and bruises on his torso, simons breath hitching at the touch.

“beautiful.” i muttered, lips placing a kiss on the biggest scar on his left side.

“i think i should be the one sayin’ that to you.” he spoke, his voice clearer now that he had removed his masks and placed them next to the bottle of jack daniels.

“maybe, but sometimes you deserve to be praised too.” i leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek before ushering him to get in the bed with me.

he happily obliged, pulling me close under the covers, both of his large arms cradling me.

“you know,” i stated matter-of-factly,” i never did prove soap wrong.” i smirked up at him from where my head was resting on his chest.

“is that so? you’ll have to do something about it then.” he grinned down at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

i didn't hesitate to reach up and connect my lips with his, the taste of weed, whiskey, and mint taking over my brain. the kiss lasted until we could not longer hold our breath, pulling apart just enough to look into each other eyes. our foreheads rested against each other, the looks in our eyes speaking for us. simons lips placed sweet kisses along my jaw and face, showering me with love and wordless praise.

“tickles.” I drunkenly mumble with a quiet giggle.

he places one more kiss to my temple before pulling me back down to lay with him, his fingers carding through my hair.

“get some rest, love.”

a small yawn left my lips as he spoke, my head nuzzling deeper into his chest as my burning eyes fluttered shut.

“i love you, simon.” sleep laced my voice.

“i love you too, y/n.”

a few minutes of silence passed before i drunkenly mumbled once more, “soap is going to lose his shit when he comes to wake me up in the morning for training.”

“go to bed, y/n." he stifled a laugh.

"yeah, okay."

[thedirtybeanlife]

two types of clouds: a shikamaru x reader story

word count: 3k

genre: lots of fluff and some smut

warnings: marijuana, small injuries, thigh riding, cursing, fingering, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, spanking

18+ minors dni please

(i also apologize for the all lowercase. i wrote this on my phone at like 3am in my notes)

there was nothing quite like spending a friday night with shikamaru nara. growing up, the two of us were inseparable. you'd think otherwise with us being complete polar opposites. shikamaru was laid back, introverted, and not to be blunt, but extremely lazy. me on the other hand, i was energetic, loud, and adventurous. the only thing we really had in common was our need to constantly be antisocial unless it was with each other.

right now it was currently only friday morning, the sun hardly peeking over the large hill in front of me. today was supposed to be the day kakashi sensei helped me train, but as usual, he was running late. part of me hoped naruto wasn't going to show up either. as good of a friend he is, i didn't have the willpower to deal with him today. i let out a sigh, deciding to sit down and rest against a nearby tree. i pull out the new book i started last night, slowly becoming entranced with the words.

the sound of someone clearing their throat made my head snap up. kakashi sensei stood in front of me, a small smile hidden under his mask. naruto was slouched behind him, a bored expression on his face.

"come on already sensei! we've been watching her read for two hours! i want to train!" naruto whined loudly making my eyes widen.

"sensei, im so sorry! i should have been paying more attention to my surrounding! i promise it won't happen again!" i quickly stood up, throwing the book on top of my jacket that i discarded a while ago.

"it's okay, y/n. it's quite the book, isn't it?" kakashi's voice is filled with amusement, knowing very well what kind of book im reading.

a pink color spreads across my cheeks at his words. i clear my throat and walk towards naruto, doing our handshake before turning back to our sensei. being sasuke's replacement gave naruto and i time to become the best of friends. of course, he'd never compare to shikamaru though.

"well if you two are done, we can get started." kakashi pulled back his headband, revealing his sharingan.

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covered in mud and various small cuts, i walked to the small clearing in the forest. the sun was finally starting to set for the day, shikamaru taking advantage of watching the clouds before they were gone for the day. a smile took over my face as i strolled over to him, laying down on the ground beside him. his eyes stayed locked onto the clouds for a good ten minutes before he took a small glance at me.

"you're dirty." his voice was quiet and calm, his hand reaching to grab his pack of cigarettes. his fingers swiftly dove into the box, only to pull out a beautifully rolled joint, "gaara brought me some bud back from the sand and i've been saving this for tonight specifically. do we want to smoke it now or later tonight?"

"fuck it, let's smoke it now so we don't have to deal with Kai." i looked over at him and offered a smile.

he chuckled in response, pulling out asuma's lighter and lighting the joint, " you look like you need it more than i do. you can have the first hit." he reached over to pass it to me.

"this is why i love you." i took it from him and put it to my lips, ghosting the smoke.

"i also just think it's hot watching you smoke." his eyes watched my lips intently.

i rolled my eyes and passed him the joint. i took a big hit, leaning his head back as he exhaled the smoke into the orange sky. we continued to pass it until it was nothing but the filter. both of us were high off our asses, silently holding hands as we stared up at the moon. it always amazed me how long it took for everyone to figure out we were a thing, but moments like these made me understand. to a random bystander, we were just two teenage best friends, which wasn't entirely wrong. we would always be best friends, but our relationship was definitely more complex. it was never something we talked about. yeah, we kissed, cuddled, went on dates, and had sex, but we never made it official. we didn't need to.

we knew we loved each other, that's all we needed. i moved my head to look over at shikamaru, laughing quietly to myself when i saw him. he had a dopey grin on his face and his eyes were drooping shut.

"shika? come on, idiot. let's get home before we fall asleep out here. and i also need a shower." i spoke, my hand squeezing his lightly.

he looked over at me, seemingly sober. his eyes held a look of mischief making me want to ask him what he was thinking. i decided against it, not really wanting to know what was going on in his head right now. we both stood up, our hands reconnecting and swinging in between us as we walked to my house, the fall wind cold on my exposed skin. without a word, shikamaru had thrown his jacket around my shoulders making me blush.

walking into my house, the sound of dishes clanging could be heard from the kitchen, signaling Kai was doing dishes.

"im home little brother! ill be down in the basement tonight!" i shouted loud enough for him to hear.

"keep it down tonight please!" kai shot back, making shikamaru chuckle and kiss the side of my head.

i rolled my eyes and left his grasp to go to my room. of course, shika followed me hot on my heels. i let out a yawn and walked over to my dresser, grabbing a pair of underwear and one of shika's many shirts i've stolen over the years. i placed them on the bed and went to sit at my desk, letting out a satisfied sigh as i took out the ponytail i'd been wearing for 16 hours.

"take your time, ill go start running your bath." he ran his fingers through my now let-down hair before disappearing into the bathroom.

i could hear the water turn on soon after, making me smile. this man was entirely too good to me. i took off all of my jewelry and wiped off the eyeliner and chapstick i had been wearing. i slowly and tiredly stood up and shuffled into the bathroom. i leaned against the doorframe, watching as shikamaru poured some bubble bath under the running water. he must have sensed my presence because he turned around with a smile and got up to walk over to me.

"arms up, gorgeous." i complied, silently lifting my arms up so he could remove my shirt.

he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, throwing it in the hamper. he helped me out of my pants and underwear, before having me sink into the bathtub. he kneeled next to me, leaving a soft kiss on my temple. he ran a wet washcloth down my bare skin, being careful to avoid the cuts i had gotten today. he lathered my body in soap, then rinsed it off.

"lean your head back so i can wash your hair." his voice was soft and warm, it made me feel safe.

i listened and tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of the warm water being poured over my scalp. a large, content smile rested on my face as his fingers scratched at my scalp, rubbing in the shampoo. a low chuckle left shikamaru's lips which made me laugh.

"i can't help it. it feels so good. this could honestly make me orgasm." i joked as i leaned into his touch.

"i can think of some other things that could make you orgasm."

i opened my eyes and glared at him teasingly," im sure you can."

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shika had aided in putting on my clothes, using every chance he got to touch my body. he left warm kisses on my bare skin as well making goosebumps form on my arms. once we were both changed into our pajamas and ready to settle in for the night, we went out on separate missions. shikamaru went down to the basement to set up the couch and get the weed laid out. i went to the kitchen and threw a bunch of snacks and drinks into a large bag. i made my way downstairs and neatly placed each individual item on the coffee table.

"alright do we have everything ready?" i asked as i turned to face the boy who i was madly in love with.

"i think so." he stalked over to me, leaving a long passionate kiss on my lips, "now all we need is to move our asses to that couch." he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him as he walked to the couch. he plopped down, pulling me with him. i landed on his lap, which was seemingly his idea as he smirked at me and wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my ass.

i cuddled into his chest, taking in his scent. he smelt like oak, cigarettes, and weed, along with the faintest touch of his soap from this mornings shower. it was my favorite smell in the world. it was home.

"i vote we take a few bong rips, turn on a movie, and cuddle like we'll never be able to again." i looked up at him with a hopeful smile.

"sounds like a solid plan to me. you pack it, seems like too much of a drag." his hands moved to rest behind his head as i scooted off his lap to pack the bong.

i casually grinded up some weed, using it to pack a decent sized bowl. i handed the bong and a lighter to shika. he took it from my hands and leaned forward a bit. he burned a portion of the plant inhaling as much smoke as he could. he held it for a moment, then he slowly exhaled. a large cloud of smoke filled the air around us.

"that was like, really fucking hot." i stared at him, my mouth opened slightly.

he laughed and handed me the bong, holding the lighter over the bowl piece, "it is me after all, baby girl." he winked and motioned with his head for me to get ready.

I hovered my lips over the bong and waited until Shikamaru flicked the lighter to start inhaling. the smoke burned my throat as i continued to inhale. i pulled away after clearing it, coughing harshly as i let it out. tears left my eyes as i choked more, looking at shikamaru as i started to calm down. once i had stopped coughing i gave him a large smile and a thumbs up. i wiped the tears away with a giggle and looked up at him. he was staring at me, an unreadable look on his face.

"what?" i could already feel the effects kicking in as my eyes met his.

"i think you win the 'really fucking hot' contest." his words made me blush a deep red, making him laugh and lean down to kiss me.

we pulled away, our foreheads touching as we stared into each other's eyes. he seemed to be thinking really hard about something so i stayed quiet and waited, peacefully staring back into his mesmerizing eyes.

"i want us to be official." he whispered, his eyes searching mine immediately for a reaction."

"okay." i smiled happily.

"okay?" he sounded shocked.

"okay. we're official." i left a small kiss on his lips.

"i thought that was gonna be a drag." he leaned back, throwing his hand over his eyes and letting out a relieved sigh.

i let out a small laugh at his actions, making him look over at me with a grin. he motioned for me to come over to him with his hand. i held up my finger, taking a rip from the bong before putting it down and climbing on his lap.

"you're a little pot head, you know that?" he wrapped his arms around me, keeping me from falling off.

"yeah, but i'm you're little pothead so it's okay." i snuggle into him, my nose diving into the crook of his neck.

"you're right about that. now hand me the remote so we can cuddle." moving to get closer to the table, my hips dragged against his leg making a spark of pleasure shoot through my core.

my body stiffened some at the feeling. i grabbed the remote and handed it to shika, praying he didn't notice. i placed a kiss on his cheek, resting my head on his shoulder as we both faced the tv. i watched the screen change as he scrolled through netflix, playing a random movie. he put the remote on the back of the couch, both of his arms wrapping around me, his hands grabbing hold of mine.

halfway through the movie i felt shikamaru flex and bounce his thigh, the feeling of the fabric against my pussy made me gasp. i looked up at him with a confused look.

"what? you thought i didn't notice you're little jump earlier? baby all you have to do is ask." he whispered in my ear, his voice deep and teasing.

me being me, i decided to act innocent, "i have no idea what your talking about, shika. i've just been watching the movie." i tilted my head and gave my best doe eyes to further convince him.

"you wanna pull that act? okay, take three more hits from the bong and then take off your clothes."

"w-what?" i asked, stunned at the sudden request. i didn't think he'd actually play along.

"i didn't stutter. now." he leaned back, his arms moving to rest back behind his head. his eyes never left my body as i did what i was told.

i took three rips from the bong and stared up at him. his face was blank as he watched me nervously stand up. slowly, i took off my shirt and panties. i went to throw the panties on the floor, but his voice stopped me.

"uh uh, give me those." i handed them to him, my face flushed as i stood in front of him.

"sit," he commanded. he pointed his index finger at his thigh.

i walked over to him and straddled his thigh, trying my hardest to avoid eye contact. shikamaru noticed my discomfort and laughed. he grabbed my jaw, moving his hand to make me face him.

"you're going to turn around and face the tv. for the rest of this movie, you'll ride my thigh. you will not stop moving, and you will certainly not cum until i allow you. do you understand?" his voice was the most stern i've ever heard it.

i gulped and nodded, "yes sir." my voice was shaky.

he let go of my face, allowing me to turn around. i looked up at the tv, taking a deep breath before i started rubbing my pussy against his thigh. his hands held firmly onto my thighs, making sure my legs were spread. i tried to immerse myself in the movie to take my mind off how good it felt. out of nowhere, his hand came to rub my clit making me let out a loud moan. his hand came down and left a harsh slap on my pussy making me gasp.

"it's almost midnight. have some respect for your neighbors, you dirty fucking whore. good thing i kept these up here." a second later, your panties from earlier were shoved into your mouth as a gag.

his hand moved back to working on my clit. a muffled moan left my gagged mouth. shikamaru groaned at the sound, bouncing his thigh a few times. i could feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm forming in my core making me whine out. i desperately started moving faster, trying to feel some relief, but i was picked up and put on the couch. i went to protest but shikamaru hovered over me, his finger running along my slit.

he moved his finger up to his lips and popped it into his mouth. he moaned at the taste, looking me in the eye as he spoke, "you're the best thing i've ever tasted."

his words alone could have made me reach my limit. i shyly looked away which only made him chuckle and move down to between my legs. his eyes never left mine as he kissed down my body, all the way down to my pussy. his tongue ran along my folds, my breath ragged as his eyes still remained locked with mine. he slowly tortured my pussy, flicking his tongue slowly over my entrance as his thumb rubbed circles on my clit.

suddenly his movements picked up, the change of pace sending an immense wave of pleasure through my body. i grabbed at his hair, the pleasure being too much.

i couldn't talk due to the gag, but shikamaru must have been able to tell because he sped up his movements.

"come on, baby girl. cum for me, beautiful." he encouraged, his fingers continuing their attack on my clit.

a minute later i can't hold it anymore and let go, squirting in his mouth and on his hand. i rest my arms at my sides, my legs shaking as i try to catch my breath.

"you did such a good job, baby. are you okay?" he moved some hair out of my face, wiping away a stray tear.

i nodded, giving him a weak smile. he smiled down at me and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"okay, well im going to go get some towels to clean you up a bit. just lay there and relax, baby."

he stood up and left to get towels from the bathroom in the other area of the basement. he came back a few seconds later with two towels and a warm washcloth. he laid the towels down on the small wet patch under me before grabbing the washcloth.

"am i okay to clean you up? or do you still need a minute?" his hand was in my thigh, his thumb rubbing up and down.

"it's okay, just be gentle please." my legs were still shaking slightly.

"just tell me if it's too much," he commanded.

i nodded and let him run the warm cloth against my overstimulated pussy. the feeling made me moan out in both pain and pleasure. he did it again one more time, a small whimper leaving my lips.

"i know baby, im sorry." he kissed my cheek and stood up. he put the washcloth in the hamper in the bathroom and came back over to me. I scooted over and gave him room to lie down. he wrapped his arms around me, letting me curl up and cuddle into his warm chest.

"im so glad i have a day off tomorrow." i laughed tiredly.

"i think we should spend it asleep just like this." he pulled me in even closer and ran his fingers through my hair.

"im not opposed to the idea," i mumbled, his fingers running through my hair putting me to sleep.

"then it's settled. tomorrow we do nothing."

the next few hours were spent watching tv and laying in each other's arms. we slept soundly through the night, not bothering to do anything the entirety of the next day.

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