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w3r3theli0nshunt · 11 months ago

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Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐓𝐰! 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡!

“Viper, this is König, do you copy?” The worry and agony buried beneath those words, the roaring of the radio that is squeezed tightly in your sweaty palm and your decreasing pulse in your wrists, you battle with your fingers to click the button to speak even if exhaustion outweighs the encouragement. Panting you lay helplessly on the floor, your gear feeling more suffocating than before and the bullet that lays submerged deep in the muscle mass of your shoulder and the blood endlessly racing down from the deep wound and onto your gear along with the intense nose blood from your broken nose. Bruises black and blue slowly appearing on sight, peppering your face and with your swollen eyes, you look up to the dull ceiling with hazy vision.

“I’ve…been…hit” With a hoarse voice from swollen airways, you gather all your strength and a little more to add. Mostly because you don’t wanna perish in the territory of your enemies. And if there’s someone you’d want to be carried into safety by, is König. The one who’s been secretly sneaking into your heart and stolen a piece, that greedy Austrian bastard. You can’t help but feel the warm tears flowing down your bruised cheeks, blending with the crimson, creating a bitter salty mixture and all proof of what state you’re in. Doomed and gloomed.

It’s like seven gunshots to the heart for König and the tears collecting at the tear canal. Emotions that has been suppressed for so long finally breaks through the cage and possess his un composed soul, not bothering to linger in his own despair and anxiety, he rushes. Kicking every door open with such force his now awakened emotions causes, holding a gun close to him to prepare to hurt the bastard who dared lay their hands on you. With oxygen stuck in his throat, desperately seeking the most important person he holds close in his heart, for a silhouette or the slightest sign of you. But he can’t stop moving or worrying, not until he’s next to you. And not until you lay in his arms.

“I can’t fucking lose you. Anyone, but you, my love” König mumbles as tears starts falling with a frustration growing in a rapid pace, until the spark in his heels vanishes and he stands as still as a statue, holding his breath as he spots his soldier squatting down beside your limp body. His fingers on your wrist, tears discreet in his eyes. He looks up at König and shakes his head with a downturned smile, notifying that there’s no pulse. You’re gone. Gone from this world. Far away where König cannot follow and that thought alone is what instantly sends him into mourning. Yet, he’s determined to hand over your life back to you. Reminiscing about the promise where he promised you that he’ll always keep you safe and that you told him to never give up on you.

And he’ll never do that. Not when you’ve torn down his walls and planted the seed of you in his heart that is growing day by day. He picks up your body with gentleness, anger fuelling his dedication to make the enemies suffer for what they’ve done. Taking away his liebling from him like this. With your cold body in his arms, he dashes towards the helicopter located on the rooftop of the fancy looking building. Settling on the helicopter, he insists holding your body close to him as if there’s still life in you, even if the other’s tell him that it’s time to let go.

“König, Viper is gone. I know it’s tough, but reality’s reality”

“They are not gone! And I will not let them die! Fuck! Scheize!” König holds you closer, his warm tears falling onto your battered face as he dries your own. Heart aching so cruelly knowing that you passed away alone and afraid. But he refuses to believe the truth in their words. And he refuses to give up on you, not after he’s tried everything. Your life is worth more than gold and because of König’s own selfish reasons, he cannot let you go.

He’s helplessly rushing after along with the doctors who is pushing the infirmary bed with your body into an operating room. Two doctors have to hold König back in order to stop him from going in and after a few pleads and tears, he obliges. Watching as they perform CPR on you, the lines remain straight on the vital signs monitor and all numbers are zero. The nurses shouting in panic by the lack of response. They pull out a defibrillator and set it on your chest, with a few reactions. Your body bending by the electricity coursing through your weakened muscles and it’s all on repeat, König stares in horror worried that they might give up soon. Refusing to blink, everything must be witnessed by him.

But after a miracle or something along those lines, after four rounds, the vital signs starts changing. Beautiful curves and numbers increasing, with the nurses’ smiles under their masks, confirms that they’ve successfully resurrected you. König sighs in relief and his lips curve into a small smile, seeing this opportunity to catch up on so many breaths he’s been missing out on. His agony, fear and mourning has stopped. All displaced, all forgotten. You’re the only person his mind contains off. But the sight of your battered bruised, dead body still haunts him. A memory he wish to forget, a feeling so miserable and blood curdling it sends shivers down his spine.

Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall knowing that you’re breathing behind him in the room. He buries his face in his hands, finally accepting his feelings towards you. Like a sore loser he was, he is actually happy that the feelings vanquished this time and given all you’ve been through. Wandering in the darkness where you were once cursed to remain forevermore, but returned back to earth where König is located, you deserve to know the truth.

There’s darkness, silence, coldness for four whole weeks. The coma has been a trick to you, tricking that you’ve gone, but in reality your mental form floats somewhere else where your soul can recover along with your physical scars.

“Commander, where is Viper? I heard they were cleared” König can’t suppress his excitement of finally being able to meet you again, look into your beautiful eyes and with your presence alone, he has been missing for way too long it almost feels like it’s been a year. Sitting all alone in his office, on comfy chair that became uncomfortable, while pondering only about you. The absence of you is only growing the flower in his heart that has bloomed, how it misses its other piece and how it’s torturing it.

“They’ve retired and sent in the papers. I believe they’re at the airport right now, flying back home” It only take mere seconds for König to comprehend and for his boots to rush towards the given location.

Holding the steering wheel as if his life depends on it, eyes heavily focused until he spots an airport. Not wanting to linger, he rush inside, eyes fixated through the folk mass until he spots your arm in a mitella, holding onto a suitcase with your available hand while standing in a line to board the plane. Swallowing his anxiety, he instinctively run towards you. Feeling the void in his heart slightly sealing together by your very presence.

“Y/n! It’s me, König!” His smile curves up to his cheeks as he sees your shocked expression as soon as your eyes land on his tall figure that is easily spotted through the folk mass.

You run with your suitcase towards him, forgetting about your place in the line who’s now been replaced. Wrapping on arm around König’s broad waist, feeling the warmth radiating from his arms that instantly wraps around yours. It’s a tight embrace, but he loosen it when you groans in pain with mumbling apologies. He’s just happy that you’re in his arms again, this time alive and on the verge of healing properly. You back up a little bit to meet his blue eyes who’s looking back at yours won’t amour and devotion.

“I thought I wouldn’t get to see you again” You start, the relief visible in your carefully chosen words that makes König secretly blush under his mask.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Schatz” He chuckles and you join in. With a silence between the two of you, exploring the depths of each other’s eyes, seeing what the two of you are hiding beneath those orbs. And what emotions that lays suppressed, stored away for better opportunities.

“I’m sorry….For worsening the mission. Commander told me that you were the one to carry my dead body back. You held your promise…of never giving up on me” Tears are once again awakening in the tear canal, making your eyes turn red. How your love for König can grow so rapidly by his actions, the success of the mission put on risk because of him. Because he wanted to save you. Because he wanted to hold the promise that were supposed to come out as a joke and yet….

“No! Do not apologise to me, I won’t let you….This man here, is so damn in love with you and is prepared to take any risks if it means that he can keep you alive and well” Your heart stirs and waver, your mouth hanging open in shock, but a little elation hidden. You shift between his eyes, looking for any signs of deception but only find honesty.

König breaks the eye contact with you and is desperately avoiding your eyes, embarrassed by his impulsive yet honest words. He was speaking from his heart, but the immense desperation and the plan he carved and executed came out a lot more different than calculated. Now replaced with agony and fear that you might reject him.

“I’m so sorry, liebling. I was not thinking clearly”

Frustration, fuelling your desire to make a move on König since he’s clearly not gonna do it. You sigh by the idiocy of this Austrian giant as you place your hand on the back of his head and force it to your height, lifting his mask up and letting go of it. The two of your faces anonymous to the people roaming the airport, you press your lips against his. Trapping him in a passionate, burning kiss in the humidity that makes the mask boil with heath. After a few seconds of being stunned by the sudden approach, he gives in. Letting his dreams come true. Feeling the softness on your lips on his as he sneak his tongue through your teeth, rubbing against your bulgy tastebuds. Groaning in approval when he feels your tongue dancing along with his, spreading each other’s tastes.

Trapped in the heath of the moment, people staring in confusion seeing two faceless bodies, the mask moving with two heads bulging out in sync with movements. But you and König are floating in the skies of ecstasy, despite your physical forms still remaining in the reality of the world. You pull away, two of you panting heavily, recovering from the loss of breath.

“You-you did not have to do that, Schatz”

“Well, König. This person standing here, is so damn in love with you that they’ll do anything to reassure you of it. Now kiss me again, it’s been so long”

And König obliges happily to that command. You completely ignore when the announcement of the gate to your flight is closing through the intercom, you have no desire to return back home if it’s not with König.

But to your obliviousness, König has also planned on retiring just to get a safe, harmless future with you. The thought alone has been like a bullet shooting through concrete, numbing everything that has ever felt impossible. And it’s all because of you.

Because that man, is so damn in love with you.

And you don’t complain about it.

Because you feel it too.

#cod #könig angst #könig x gn reader #könig x y/n #könig call of duty #call of duty 2 #angst with a happy ending #könig mw2 #gn reader #absence makes the heart grow fonder #Spotify

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 11 months ago

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꧁Master list꧂

(𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭)

✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME: Part 1 (gn!reader)

LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME: Part 2 (gn!reader)

LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME: Part 3 (gn!reader)

✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰

Soap:

(F/gn!reader)

✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰

König:

KÖNIG SMUT FICTION (F!READER X KÖNIG)

I DONT KNOW WHY THE FUCK MY ACCOUNT IS ON THE PICTURE OF THE LINK BUT I PROMISE ON MY DARK SOUL THAT ITLL TAKE YOU TO THE FICTION WHEN INTERACTED WITH DONT WORRY

✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰

Headcannons: (ALL GENDER NEUTRAL)

✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰

LINK TO MY PLAYLIST I USE WHILE WRITING

#Spotify

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 11 months ago

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Minotaur Soap! (18+)

W! Blood (shit tons) slight sexual themes, violence, fluff (can’t believe it either) reader is injured, Soap is a Minotaur 🤯 maybe slight angst? Tooth decaying stuff, tried making the Minotaur appear a little 🤏 more humane than they usually are ehehe 😅

Who smells your sweet blood and hears your choking sobs as your feet scrapes against the cold, filthy ground while you lean with one hand against the wall of the cemented maze . You’re oblivious to the fact that the 8 feet tall, muscular built Soap is lurking in the shadows behind you, watching your every move with caution before he plans on approaching. Following the trace of the small droplets of your blood who assaults his senses and animalistic instincts to feast on your flesh and suck the marrow out from your bones to fulfil his hunger, instead, he wishes to keep you in one piece. Sensing that you’re not good for him dissolving in his stomach acid, he doesn’t prepare his long nails to dig in that supple skin of yours or his sharp teeth to sink into you.

He stalks behind you, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in his filled stomach from the other sacrifices he’s been dined on, their skin tissues remain between his teeth and their blood still lingers on his tastebuds. But seeing how you struggle to keep your limping form moving in the endless maze that only Soap can localise in and without his guidance, you won’t find a way out or to his home.

You dry your sweat on your forehead with your arm that is heavy to move and exhaustion is preventing your motivation to continue seeking a way out, still knowing that mazes are traps when it comes to sacrifices, whose lives are labeled as useless. Unwed, unbred and a virgin, you’re no place in for society and bear no importance for the village you once called home. Your limbs get heavier by every step you take and your vision becomes hazier, so you let your knees fold and fall helplessly to the cemented floor. You gaze at your wounded leg, how crimson is oozing from the deep cut and the intense ache caused by any slightest movement.

How kind of the priest to grant me more mercy than sending me of the maze, you sarcastically think.

Tears falls mercilessly as you close your eyes to accept your fate, ending up as dinner to the hungry beast that awaits settled in the huge maze. You can still hear the other’s screams and pleads for help as the Minotaur beastly grunted and growled as he fed on their flesh on their conscious state. Your compassionate heart hopes for the other’s souls to find their way to the Gates Of Paradise and be reborn as people with a meaning, that they can live in harmony and receive every good they deserve. You can’t help but wonder how heaven may looks or if you’re pure enough to reach it. You let your head lean back against the hard wall, its coldness spreading on your scalp to cool down the fever.

You swiftly open your red eyes by an inhumane huff, and your eyes take you into the shadows where the noise originated from. Looking deep into the darkness, you spy two blue orbs looking back at you, your vulnerable form. It’s the Minotaur. But you don’t have the strength to fight or even be afraid, not even when his huge form becomes more visible by his every step towards you. Lazily, your eyes travel on his huge, beastly form. His broad shoulders, huge horns piercing out of his human shaped skull with an overgrown black Mohawk between them, massively built fur pectorals and large arms that can easily snap bones like sticks. His hooves clamps against the floor, legs shaped like a bull with a tail hanging in the middle above his clothed buttocks.

You have to bend your head up in order to be able to look into his eyes who bores holes into you. He then looks at your bleeding wound and kneels down beside your leg. You hold your breath and close your eyes, thinking he’ll begin lavishing on your leg in order to make you suffer. But just to your surprise, you open them again when you feel his nails gently caressing it instead, before ripping a piece of his cloth that is wrapped around his lower body. The only clothing he has on, mind you. He mildly wraps your leg and slows down the pace when he hears you whimper in pain before tying a loose knot.

You look at him with doe eyes, a sea of questions flowing in your mind as his eyes don’t seem eager for blood, not yours at least. He’s probably playing with his meal, you think. Giving false hope until the damsel in distress puts trust on him and then, he’ll dig in. That seems crueler than just a quick end, and you don’t fancy the idea of it happening to you. So you remain seated, cautiously watching his every move and preparing yourself for the promised end the priest told you about.

“You….pain?” Soap grunts, finger pointing at your wound. You look confused, shocked all between heaven and earth. Should you be alarmed? Or is this genuine acts of kindness? Nonetheless, you shake your head, unwilling to test his patience. He grunts in response and gently lifts your seated form, a sense of relief washes over you that the pain and coldness caused by the hard terrain vanishes. He hovers you above his wide shoulder that perfectly fit you as he begins moving. You swallow as you’re unknown to what his true intentions are and can’t help the stubborn knot in your stomach that refuses to go.

“Where..are you taking me?” You dare question, the only time you’ll open your mouth, you promise yourself. The headache forming in your skull as your upper body is uncomfortably facing the flooring, spotting the remains along the way. Guts in piles, blood decorated on the walls and heads carelessly thrown aside. You swallow once again, fearing that it’ll eventually be your fate.

“Home” Soap grunts as he adjusts his large arm that is holding your legs, a sensation of a throb in his lonely cock as he feels your soft skin and your innocence. Haven’t attempted to run away or defy him like the others like the good little human you are, letting him take you and claim you. You’re right to admit that you don’t know his true intentions, but he knows you’d prefer not to. How would a little sacrifice react if she’s to be the mate of the blood thirsty Minotaur who reap the lives of human beings while being half a human himself? She would freak out and that’s when the defiance begin, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re already brought meaning to his lonely life who’s been aching for companionship like anyone would and that you numb those intense feelings of unhappiness, therefore you can’t leave, not when his heart can explode with the love he already harbours for you.

Reaching the central part of the maze, he sets you down on the pile of hay he calls his bed, hugely structured to carry his heavy weight. Lying on your back, you watch as Soap tries to start a fire with rubbing two sticks together in a supernatural pace until a fire ignites, he throws the flaming woods on the pile of logs until they also get infected with the fire. With a huff of approval, he resumes his attention to you, returning the eye contact. He lays down beside you, causing you to fall against his furred upper body when the bed shifts, leaning down against him. His fur is soft, but his musk makes you scrunch your nose, but yet you remain snuggled against his warmth. Laying your head on his large, firm pectorals with an arm planted on his 10-pack.

You feel his arm wrapping around your own body as he draws you closer, offering a quick lick on your neck. He enjoys it, lying on his back, watching the grey clouds travel in the depressing sky with a cute little human snuggled up against him, slaying all kinds of loneliness he once felt and displace it with love. A unfamiliar feeling, but one he’s been waiting for. Everyday his hopes of finding the perfect human to indulge in, a human to carry his babies and spread his animalistic genes. But also a human he can love, one he can reveal his own humane self that actually exists beyond his animalistic impulses and instincts.

“Aren’t you gonna eat me?” You’ve been patiently waiting for that question that is desperate for an answer in order for its fear to settle and for your heart’s beating pace to slow down. A simple yes or no will do for you, but at least just an answer to confirm. You’re tired of being so intensely afraid while being comfortably snuggled against the soft fur and met with such compassion not even your own family granted you.

“No” He grunts, pulls you closer as if your skins are stitched together, as if you’re one person. An animal and a human, the mixture Soap is.

“mine” it comes out like a growl but the rough reply is softly morphed when his cheek lovingly nudges yours as he groans in satisfaction. you’re his mate and he doesn’t intend to hurt you, intentionally. Sure, your sweet blood would taste more delicate than the other’s bitter tasting plasma. and your soft flesh would probably be as delicious as marinated steak would be for you. But his ache that concerns you, is for your pleasure along with his. Your combined ecstasies, a bittersweet sensation like chocolate. He’ll be cruel, but he can be just as sweet. And it depends on your preferences, because he’ll do anything for you. Anything for you to stay and anything for experiencing this cuddling session everyday.

But you ponder on the thought. Maybe belonging to someone, a Minotaur, isn’t as bad as you thought it’ll be. Your life may finally have meaning and this Minotaur has brought you more comfort than anyone in your whole 20 rotations around the sun has. And being in his embrace feels nice, your own personal pillow. You don’t mind the hay itching your sensitive skin or the pain in your leg caused by the forming infection, this beast lying before you, holding you like he’s protecting you - he is. You close your eyes, succumbing to sleep, wondering what future you’ll participate in and what delicacy’s may follow.

“Love….you” Soap grunts, leaving a hesitant peck on your cheek before closing his eyes. The depressing sky above, transfiguring into a clear blue one with rainbows and white coloured clouds, coloured by your very presence.

I actually got inspired by another creator who wrote a similar story, but with a König Minotaur. Our stories are of course not similar as I’m not the type to copy someone else’s hard work, but I’ll def link the story if I can find it because it’s so good.

#cod #cod mw2 #soap x reader #soap x fem reader #soap cod #minotaur #slight angst #fluff

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 11 months ago

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Salivating….

>Simon Riley with bigger pecs because he's bulking save me,,,.....

“Do it again.” Your drunken commands are met with a sigh, though like always— he listens. His muscles flex as he contracts his pecs, letting you feel the mix of fat and muscle moving right under your face, keeping it buried on his bigger pecs.

“That's so fucking cool.” Your words are muffled by his chest, fully focused on the way he can isolate each pec and moves them individually just to impress you. Your hands go down his shirt, traveling up to his now softer tummy and squeezing the fat, too drunk and in love to even care about the amused chuckle that leaves his lips, pressing your face closer to his chest.

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 11 months ago

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POV: Task 141 + König finds out that you’re autistic

Task 141 + könig x autistic!reader

Okay okay a little self indulgence here. But this is also to somehow spread a positivity regarding the spectrum and also encourage people who feels insecure about being neurodivergent. This applies to anyone, not a specific gender.

And for people who don’t really relate, it’s fine. It’s normal to be different and it’s okay to be different.

There are some sexual themes here, but mostly wholesome fluff MDNI!!!!!!!!!!! - and sum angst as well

❤︎︎So here’s a lil authors note: You can still be loved and appreciated with or without the diagnosis🫶

★He’s definitely got ADHD or is at least on the spectrum, so he doesn’t judge you at all

★He’s a yapper and can’t help it, so when you tell him to stop talking so you can peacefully gather your own thoughts, he stops with a few whines along

★He’s a very touchy type and he loves touching you, and sometimes he forgets to keep distance when you tell him to stop

“Soap! Not today, please. I’ve been stressed”

“Dinnae worry, luv. I’ll try, but I cannae promise”

★He’ll be a little difficult to process your diagnosis, getting used to new habits, having to break old ones but he doesn’t really complain

★He gets really confused and stressed out not knowing what to do when you get (if) you meltdowns

★When you’re on dates, he makes sure to take you to a place that is less crowded so you don’t get stressed out

★When you feel mentally tired from socialising, he tries his best to keep distance and remain quiet so you can recover peacefully

★(If) sometimes you enjoy feeling pressure on you, it’s your way of stimming, he’ll happily lay above your body and fall asleep

★Gets really happy when you finally give him a peck or a kiss, or even a hug

★Sometimes he lets you squeeze his bicep or thigh as a way to stim, sometimes he even lets you try and braid his short Mohawk

★If you don’t like the consistency or taste of food, he’ll get you your ‘safe meal’ that he knows you like

★Sometimes you’re awfully quiet and distant, he takes it as if you’re mad at him and he tends to get worried

“I’m not mad at you if that’s what you think”

“Still cannae help it, I just dannae want ye ta leave me fer being touchy”

★He’ll steal kisses from you, making them quick so you can’t react

★He’ll miss the frequent sex like he used to have with his exes, but he’ll still love you as much.

★Not really familiar with the diagnosis, but he sure as hell do his research

★He’ll almost act like a dad would with his child, telling you to stop stimming with your hair or picking with your skin and place a fidget toy in your hand instead

★He admires your creativity, always flattered when you show off your drawing/sketches with a proud look on your face and enthusiastically explain it

★He can’t stop looking at you with such admiration when you cuddle with a pillow/squish-mallow while being focused on the tv

★He makes you write a list to him of foods you like and how you like them, just so he knows :)

★He’s a fast learner with you and knows how you work

★When you (if) get meltdowns, he knows exactly what to do. Either give you space or tightly putting pressure on your body to help calm you down

★He knows when you don’t want cuddling or sex, so he’ll back off. Just happy that you’re his

★When the places you go to are crowded, he’ll instantly take you to a calmer place

★You two usually have dates at home, but Price is good at making stuff romantic

★He’ll tell his friends about you a lot, telling them to not be too pushy or touchy

★He knows you don’t enjoy meeting new people so he’ll make sure to spare you from doing so as often as he can, but sometimes you have to and at those times he tells the people about you in first hand

“Your friends are nice, but I didn’t expect them to keep distance. Didn’t you tell me that they could be very nosy and pushy sometimes?”

“Well, this man right here turns out to be completely in love with you. And that also means that his friends are gonna have to accept my darling”

★He’s totally accepting of you and he’ll still love you just as much as before the truth came out

★Gaz is a very accepting and patient man, his feelings still stay as strong

★He also does a lot of research to try and understand you more, but also prefers when you tell him yourself as people are different and work differently

★He gets his friends to set up a romantic place that is private so that you can remain calm and relaxed not having a bunch of strangers stressing you out

★He totally understands if you don’t feel like being touched and he’ll back away until you feel like it again

★His soothing voice and compassion always manages to calm you down when (if again) you get a meltdown

“It’s alright, love. I’m here and it’s gonna be alright. Some days are bad, some are not”

“I-I love you so fucking much, man”

★He knows you love animals so he’ll always takes you to zoos, admiring you from afar as you gaze with such enthusiasm at the animals and your hands shaking by excitement and your small jumps

★When you distance yourself and talk less, he’ll always sit you down to talk because he’s worried that you’re mad at him, you’ll assure him that you just need some space and silence to recover from socialising all day, he’ll feel at ease afterwards and refuses to let you apologise for it

“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like being intimate today”

“Don’t apologise, dear. Take your time, my arms will always be ready for you”

★He’ll happily stand behind and watch while you’re being ✨creative ✨ and he won’t stop complimenting

★Is always gentle with you, with both tone of voice and his affection, takes it slowly as he gives you time to pull away

★Doesn’t mind rewatching movies/series with you

★He’s aware of the diagnosis, knows a lot about it since he may also be on the spectrum as well

★He’ll also be very accepting, more so because he understand as well

★He’s not a very touchy and kissing, so he doesn’t have any problem with keeping a distance and giving you space

★When you have a meltdown, he just stares at you feeling immense guilt for something he didn’t do and his heart aching seeing you upset and stressed

★He doesn’t like going outside in public spaces a lot, so you usually have a date at home where he heats up your favorite meal in the microwave and pours a glass of your favorite soda

★If he spots you stimming in a way that could damage you, he stares at you with his brown eyes and say “quit it, love” before he lets you squeeze his thicc pectoral instead ;) it’s your own fault if he groans and his huge bulge poking at you

★Feels uneasy when you’re silent and distancing yourself, but he always finds a way to lurk around you, almost tip toeing around after you

★When you tell him that you want space, he gives you, but he’ll still linger around you, merely because he wants to make sure that you’re alright and also because of his own selfish reasons

★Quietly admires you when you show of your art to him, having to grab his chest later to make sure that his heart stays in there

★When you’re asleep and haven’t touched him for the whole day, he’ll indulge in his desire, so he wraps his arms gently around you and hug you for a while and then he’ll let go (after like an hour or so)

★He doesn’t really care for sex, but if you want to initiate, he’ll be a fool to decline

★He loves you way too much to just break up because of you

“How can you still wanna be with me? Don’t you want a partner who can be perfectly affectionate towards you?”

“Y/n, don’t even fuckin’ think that way. I’ll always choose you, with or without the diagnosis. And you know why? Because I fuckin’ love you”

★You say you love animals, he’ll buy you your favorite animal (as a pet, a pet friendly one……I hope)

★He has a huge understanding, mostly about the social stuff as he has the same difficulty

★His whole browser is full of ‘how does autistic people work?’ and ‘how to convince an autistic person to cuddle with me?’

“König, I don’t feel like cuddling today”

“But, liebling, how else will I show my love for you?”

★When you want space, he tries to convince you that he doesn’t wanna let go of you and that he’ll be sad if he won’t be able to see you

★Will literally get an anxiety attack being in crowded spaces, while you have to remain calm and try and drag the both of you away

★Whenever you stim, he’ll tell you to touch/squeeze him instead (sort of using it to his advantage to be touched by you)

★Will wrap his arms around and pull you tight against him in the middle of the night, instantly after you’ve falling asleep and play dumb the next morning when you ask him how you’re in his arms

★You two enthusiastically exchanges hobbies and interests

★If you’re sound sensitive, he’ll cover your ears, if you’re sensitive to specific consistencies, he’ll make mental notes to your preferences, if you’re sensitive to light, he’ll always pack a pair of sunglasses with him to give, if you feel the labels on the inside of your clothes poking your skin uncomfortably, he’ll cut them off.

★He steal kisses from you when you’re distracted or asleep

★When you’re quiet, he’ll stare at you to see every detail of your face and if it changes in the slightest, just to make sure that you’re alright

★Sometimes when you’re neutral (not feeling anything specific) he’ll assume that you’re mad at him and he’ll get extremely anxious

“Liebling, what can I do so you won’t be mad at me?! Please, i can change!”

“König, I’m not mad at you. Why would you assume that when you haven’t done anything?”

꧁✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰꧂

#ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod #cod mw2 #task force 141 #141 x reader #könig x gn reader #gaz x reader #mw2 headcanons #price x reader #soap x reader #gender neutral reader #cod headcanons #autistic reader

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POV: waking up with your boyfriend: Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price & könig

141! + könig x gn!reader

!So these are my head-cannons for how the guys would wake up if they were in a relationship. I may be wrong or maybe not, but there’s no wrongs or rights when it’s head-cannons ;) This is not gender specific so it applies to everyone and anyone.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

Enjoy!

꧁✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽꧂

★He’s definitely the type to sleep in, which means you usually wake up before him

★He is the cuddle master

★Loves when you put your body weight on him, he loves the pressure

★During spooning, he prefers to be the big spoon

★If he wakes up and notices that you’re not in his arms, he will wrap his arms around you and draw you closer there’s no escaping him hihi

★If you wake up earlier and try to get out of bed, he tighten his grip (in his sleep, bc you’re not leaving)

★Uses his puppy eyes to try and persuade you to stay in bed with him for another few hours

★Do not care if you tell him that you have to go to work, he doesn’t want you leave his tight embrace

★Definitely has a bad morning breath bc he sleeps with his mouth open and snores loud

★Prefers to sleep in boxers only and like it when you sleep in your underwear only, makes it feel more intimate when he feels your skin against his

★If he wakes up before you, he’ll gently wake you up with smooches and kisses all over your head

★Always comments on when (if) you talk in your sleep and says it’s cute, even if you feel ashamed of it.

★Enjoys listening to your (soft) snores, it means that you’re close to him and that’s all he needs to be able to remain calm

★His body is scorching hot so you have to dump the blanket as soon as you wake up

★He’s a very affectionate fella and he’ll happily initiate morning sex with you to show it (also because he’s in general just a horny person with the slightest touch turning him on)

★You two wake up almost around the same time

★Tells you how cute and beautiful you look all the time, always manages to make you blush

★He’s a bit kinder during sleeping sessions, whereas he lets you keep distance if you accidentally roll away from him during sleep and let you roll back to him in your own time

★He’s def the guy to sleep in a tank top and a pair of joggers, he doesn’t really mind what you wear to sleep just as long as you’re comfy :)

★Loves leaving kisses on you when you’ve woken up

★His snores are more softer than Soap’s

★He moves a lot in his sleep which causes him to wake up in strange positions lol

★If he wakes up before you, he usually brush the strands of your hair while admiring your sleeping face

★He’ll happily stay in bed with you if you choose to initiate a cuddling session

★You’re his top first prior so he doesn’t mind getting a little late for a duty

★He’ll also (like Soap) initiate morning sex with you

★Has a soft voice which soothes you

★Definitely imagine a future with you, kids, marriage and stuff lovers do

★Kisses you softly on the mouth then leaves a few pecks on your cheeks and head

★His scratchy beard will wake you up

★If he wake up before you, he’ll wake you up as well with kisses and nose against nose rubs

★Will always call you by a nickname (your name is not y/n anymore, it’s ‘love’)

★Loves being the big spoon while cuddling and sleeping

★He’ll leave kisses on you even in the middle of the night if he’s awake

★You’re not safe from his showering affections

★Always prepares breakfast in beforehand

★If you wake up before him, you better still be in his arms or he’ll come and get you

★Def snores loudly, deafening loud and they sound like motor engines

★Has bad morning breath like Soap only a tad worse

★Will ask you the most random questions like “will you marry me tomorrow” or “if I were a worm would you still love me?”

★Will be a little moody before he gets his morning coffee

★Loves cupping your cheeks and kiss your forehead

★We all know by this point that he almost never sleeps, which means he’ll always be awake before you

★He lays dead still in bed, staring at you like this 👁️👄👁️

★He will never let you escape his life embrace, bc every time you move away from him in your sleep, he instantly wakes up because of the loss of you and as quickly as he wakes up, pulls back into his arms

★Only feel calm when he’s touching you

★He’s definitely not a smoochy and kissy person like the other guys, but he’ll leave a few if you’re lucky

★You’ll always wake up in his arms, no kidding

★He definitely mumbles and talks a lot in his sleep and despite his nightmares he lays dead still anyways

★If you show the slightest sign of recoil in his arms, he’ll instantly let you go

★Even though it’s against his will to let you go, he still do

★This man doesn’t wanna seem clingy or a burden so he’ll back away if you give off the slightest signs

★He definitely sleeps full covered and doesn’t care about what you wear when you go to sleep

★He never talks during the morning, he’ll just hum or grunt if you try and talk to him

★He won’t mind if you fall back asleep, so long as you’re close to him, he’s happy

★Never shows that he wants to cuddle or spoon with you, only let you initiate it first

★He’s definitely the ‘action shows more than words’ type

★Hmm, I think there’s an equal measure of when the two of you wake up first

★He’ll be clingy and sad if you move away from him in your sleep

★Like Ghost and Soap, he’ll always pull you back to him in a tight embrace

★Almost gets an anxiety attack if you’re not in bed when he wakes up

★Will also stare at you if he’s awake before you, before he showers you in kisses

★Very affectionate like Gaz and Soap

★Will call you by German nicknames like liebe, schatz, mein ;)

★Will literally beg you to stay in bed with him by tightening the embrace when you try to pull away

★Doesn’t let you go, even if you need to go to the toilet

★Loves burying himself in you with your arms around him, makes him feel safe and loved

★Absolutely loves cuddling with you and he doesn’t really care about who’s the big spoon, just the fact that you’re close to him

★Would absolutely stitch his skin to you if it meant that you’ll always remain close to him, even during sleep

★Will wake you up he’s having a nightmare which makes you console him

꧁✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽꧂

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔 𝓜𝓔 L̸̼̞̰͘O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ṽ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ

⚠︎︎︎𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸⚠︎︎

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢!𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 ’𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝’ 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚆! 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢/𝚗, content that is upsetting (don’t really wanna give to many warnings to spoil as the chapter is really short) mention of rape.

PART 1

PART 2

Part 3: last chapter

There’s light now, no dreams or strange voices, but a surrounding, a real one. You try to move - impossible, something’s holding your arms back. You try to jerk against it to break free while gazing around with lazy eyes and a throbbing headache. It’s not your room, not Alejandro’s either. You don’t feel the familiarity while processing the furnitures and the room’s huge build, almost like a castle. You try to jerk against the hinder of your movements, but it doesn’t budge so you look up, seeing your arms tied in a silver chain to the hollow bed frame as if you’re being held hostage. You instantly panic as you remember Ghost, that he’s killed Alejandro and that he’s been hunting you. And you’re probably chained inside of his room and the violent thoughts about the things he’ll probably do to you is building massive lumps of agony and fear.

Your thoughts and silent cries for help gets interrupted when you hear the door handle and see the way it sinks. He’s coming. You close your eyes and pretend to be asleep while making up plans on how to escape this psycho in one whole piece. You hear his loud footsteps and how they get louder by mere seconds as if he’s rushing towards you. Fucker probably knows you’re awake, and that is frightening. You feel the mattress sink in a rapid pace as you lean against a warm body and a big arm wrap around your body and a head that almost crush your chest while resting on it, then his fingers starts rubbing and squeezing as if he’s trying to soothe your ‘sleeping’ body.

“I’ve missed you so much, y/n. And now I finally got you…all for myself” Ghost mumbles into your clothed chest, his warm breath causing a humid sensation between your shirt and body and his fingers repulsively travels through your body while you have to suppress the uneasy shudders it’s causing you.

ILL MAKE YOU LOVE ME YOULL LOVE YOU WILL YES YOU WILL

Ghost moves his head from your chest and you feel at ease again, finally able to breathe. His hands stop moving, but the bed shifts and you feel your body slightly sinking deeper into the mattress as his heavy weight closes up to you. You’re pretty sure you feel his breath on your face, and the sudden lack of air confirms it. You feel his lips crash on yours, he shamefully and roughly kiss you while you feel the disgust. His chiseled jaw scratches yours, you even feel some scars caress your skin. It keeps going and it’s against your will, so you’ll have to come up with a plan and quickly.

As he has his eyes closed, you begin working on the restraints on the bed frame. Carefully slipping them through a crack in the bed frame, you carefully lower your arms to not alert him. You reach for a bedside lamp that is located next to you while not moving your head a single inch, you grip on it is tight as if your life depends on it - which it does, before you strike him with all of your power that is combined with determination and severe fear. He grunts in pain and you push him off and begin running towards the door, only to find that it’s locked. You try jerking the door handle but it stays shut. The intimidating laugh behind you is what makes you stop and turn around.

Ghost is sitting on the side of his bed, his unmasked face is showing a nasty grin and the trail of blood running down at the side of his head, staining a bit of his blonde hair. His bruised knuckle swipes away the blood and licks it clean, as he rise from his bed in a slow pace. Reminding you with his height that he’s much bigger, more intimidating than you are. But he stays put, he knows you’re afraid by the way you’re backed up against the door and by the look in your eyes.

“You’re smart, I’ll give you that, but not smart enough to escape me. I always think far ahead and I eventually prepared for this” You hate the look of pride in his face, the way he’s convincing you that you have no chance against him and that the smartest move is to surrender already - but still, you can’t. You don’t know how much of the amount of rebellion and determination you hold anymore, but you know it’s enough to keep you trying.

“But that hurt, you know. You’ll need to be punished” This is when Ghost think it’s a good idea approach and you back away until the door behind you prevents you.

“You motherfucker, I’ll kill you if I need to! I wont let you use your sick fantasies against me!” There’s cruelty in your words, but also fear and the fear is what reaches Ghost’s ears, the noticeable fear is what makes him laugh.

Ghost grips your legs and easily tosses you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing to him, and he starts moving towards the bed which makes you panic even more. You kick and punch against him, anything to make him put you down, anything to get away from him. He gently puts you down the bed whereas you expected him to just carelessly throw you, but before you can make another run towards the door, he cages you into the bed. His forearms placed on either side of your head, his thighs trapping your legs and he lays his heavy body weight on you, making it impossible for you to even squirm or lift a limb. And he rests his head in the crook of your neck, his breath slightly tickling you and sending shivers down your spine.

“So what now? You’re gonna rape me? Now that you finally got me captive? You’re so fucking sick” You feel tears run down on the corner of your eyes and you helplessly gaze up the dull ceiling, hoping there’s any gods above to help you, to grant you mercy.

“I won’t rape ye. I’m not that heartless, ya know. I just want ye to shut up, stop trying to escape me and just let me embrace ye like this, yeah? And I’ll be very nice to ye”

“You are heartless” Is all you dear to mumble, despite the will to shout at him for killing Alejandro and that poor rookie is strong, but not strong enough. You finally smarten up and reckon that it won’t be a good idea to be rebellious, and you don’t feel like challenging yourself on how many buttons you can push on him - and what consequences follows along.

“Shut up” He grunts and his grip on you becomes tighter, uncomfortably. You oblige, sensing there’s no need to cause unnecessary arguments with this sicko.

If you don’t shut up, I’ll have to use my cock to shut you up bet it’ll look real nice down your throat

It’s been three years.

“I now pronounce you two as spouses” The priest says, then rush away in fear and Ghost roughly smashes his lips against yours and his hands tightly hugging yours in a hurtful grip, not giving a damn about Soap and Gaz’s intense stares that they still have despite being corpses. You can smell their rotting stench all the way to the altar.

Your only best friend is now your tears and your heart that is caged in a tornado of agony and despair.

One day….one day you’ll see when I avenge my dead friends on you.

And one day never came around.

Now two adopted kids are playfully running around the house that Ghost bought and the wedding ring on your finger is yet another painful reminder of everything that has happened, everything you hoped was a bad nightmare that you’ll weep about but then forget and move on from, but everything is real even if it feels surreal. You don’t wanna be there and you don’t belong there…….

It’s like you were made to be consumed. It’s as if you were born just to become a bird in a cage. It’s destiny’s cruelty, and the gods for abandoning you despite your silent desperate pleads for them. You wanna leave.

But you won’t leave, you can’t. Not when there’s two innocent children in the picture….

DO YOU LOVE ME YET???? YOU WILL YOU WILL

#ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x gn reader #simon riley x male reader #simon riley x female reader #simon ghost x you #ghost angst

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𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐛𝐞

𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐱 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tw! Sexual themes, mature language, blowjob, smut, vomit, heavy consuming of alcohol, forest sex, cum eating, slight angst, comforting, fluff, fingering, reader is referred to as y/n, MDNI! This is a heavy one so hold on tight!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩. 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.

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Freshly transferred to the KorTac army and the exhilaration of holding guns and targeting enemies is a sick burden you carry. You don’t relish on the thought too much or your forgotten childhood. But maybe it’s a good thing, since you’ve never had luck by your side nor the fortune to do as you please and you’ve got the scars to prove it and all of the rights to bury it deep. How you’ve been on your knees financially and the desperation has been clogging your mind as you crawled from job to job for the cash. Despite that coldness and hazy mind of memories that mostly burnt to ashes by now, you still feel the heath lingering in your heart, you still feel the way your heart beats out of love…..for your superior. A fucking miracle, eh?

Doesn’t really help that your superior is so fucking hot that you feel the intense arousal in your pants, doesn’t help either that he always insist on striking up conversations with you or you’re always running into him, wondering if it’s a damn coincident or intentional. Guess you’ll never know…You just wanna touch him, feel him, make him sweat, make him beg for you. Gods, that would be a pleasant sight. You wanna see his tears roll down his cheeks as you suck him off, lick him clean of his fluids and hear his wild moans as you do so.

“Hello? Y/n?” König waves his hand in front of your face to try and pull you out from the fake scenarios you make up inside of your chaotic mind, you flinch and with an embarrassed smile you turn away from his gaze.

“Yea….uh….sorry” You whisper the embarrassment clear as day and the blush unnaturally dark tinted on your cheeks that König spots, suddenly finding the grey, dull concrete wall extremely interesting.

König chuckles as he shares the same scenarios as you did, he feels his cock harden by the thoughts of you and him acting like insane animals in heat in his bed. You letting him take control as he tightly ties your wrists to the hollow bed frame and you let him do as he pleases to you. Shoving his throbbing cock down your throat and the sweet sounds of you gurgling as he fucks it til it hurts. Then when he’s done, he’ll be kind enough to lick you clean off your cum that he had worked hard on with his massive hand and tongue. Your moans will sound like swan songs and your pleads will be because of your devotion for him, you’ll worship him and he’ll treat you like his spouse - even better than a spouse. Gods, you’re a sight for sore eyes.

The pub is loud, annoyingly so, because the repeating, intense beats and rough bass of the techno music is like nails to a chalkboard. Piercing your ears and forming a slight headache, maybe because of the tension as well because you’re so damn horny that it’s painful. You itch you fuck something, you long to be touched, you long to feel satisfied.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe the alcohol already has its influences on you. The strong liquor taste burns on your taste buds as you chug another vodka shot down your gullet, and another, then another and then a few more as your vision is extremely blurry and your thoughts aren’t lining up correctly by every shot you shove down. You feel a buildup in your throat that you can’t control, so you run to the nearest bathroom and spill out all of the contents in your stomach. The taste of half digested food combined with stomach juices is the only taste you can taste in your tongue and it severely disgusts you.

When you flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth, in hope of getting rid of that horrid taste, you open the bathroom door and spot a huge silhouette mere inches away from you in the dim lit corridor, you try to walk past the man but he tightly grips your arm, forcing you to stop. And because of your intoxicated mind, you can’t fight back or even think clearly for that matter.

“You’re trying to escape me, Liebe?” König, the graspy voice belongs to König, your hot superior.

You suddenly remember that you’re extremely horny and now that he is touching you only worsen your state. You feel desperate and needy so you try to reach up his mask to pull it away, but König hastily lets go of the grip and back away. You’re not sure why, but you see fear in his eyes and he stands in a protective stance as if he’s trying to stay far away from you as possible which makes you whiny.

“Why did you follow me here if you don’t want me?” You whine as you try to approach him again and he lets you this time.

Your fingers are pulling at the hem of his mask, the very annoying crave to rip his mask off and kiss whatever lips he’s hiding under there is teasing you. But König isn’t pulling away either, if anything he enjoys it. He seems sober, but yet the scent of alcohol lingers on his tight shirt that is exposing his godly sculptured body underneath the cloth. You drool as your fingers are now exploring his clothed skin, you can’t help it.

“Careful, Schatz. You’re on some very, very thin ice” König feels himself being affected by your touching, therefore you need to stop before he goes insane. You’re trapped inside of his heart, tightly wrapped there too and he won’t be able to restrain himself if you give him such hope, and he’ll become furious if it evolves into false hope, so carefully monitor your moves before you fully activate him ;)

You stare up with lazy eyes and red cheeks caused by the liquor, into his green/blue eyes and you see a smudge of desire and desperation. It’s as if he’s silently begging you with his eyes, so you push your body up hard against him to test that theory. You feel his huge bulge poking you through his pants and you feel the desire to rip those damned clothes off of him, you can’t stand another minute of being untouched. You bury yourself in his scent and moan in satisfaction.

“Superior, pl-please. I want you so fucking bad”

“I-I need you too, Schatz” König moans as he feels you rubbing against his bulge intentionally to increase his sex lust which you succeed with as he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the war and you struggle to maintain on your feet due to the heavy intoxication.

Your impatience is running low and you’ve been walking forever in the cool night air, so you pull away when you’ve reached a semi private place. It’s in a forest where the leaves of the trees rustles and birds chirp cute melodies, a fucking Wizard of Oz scene. König turns around and look at you with puppy eyes almost preparing to cry out of frustration (he’s as frustrated as you are), he thinks you’re rejecting him, that his massive bulge in his pants has been for nothing.

“S-sir, I can’t wait much longer. N-need you n-now”

“Schatz, it’s only a few more minutes before we reach the cabin. Hold on”

“Nooooo, I can’t anymore. Please, let’s do it now”

“A-alright”

You sigh in content as you rush to König and begin working on his clothes, with your shaky fingers rummaging everywhere on him except the right places to pull of his clothes, your intoxicated mind is making this difficult and testing your patience that is awfully slim right now. König chuckles and takes off his clothes until he stands butt naked in front of you. You take in the beautiful sight. The way the hair on his body shine in the dim lights of the moonlight and the way his precum is leaking and running down his thick thigh as he stands still as a statue, confused on what to do next.

“Take my clothes off, Hot-ass” You smirk seductively.

König obliges and tears your clothes off mercilessly, before you finally feel free from the wet clothes that only stuck uncomfortably to your body. You rip off König’s mask and his face is instantly morphs into a shocked and scared expression. He starts to heavily pant and tries to hide his face with his hands almost starting to panic, so you cup his cheeks and forces him to look at you. His beautiful eyes staring in complete devotion as you return the favour, his soft lips and the dark stubble on his chin. Then his chestnut brown hair flowing with the cool breezes of the wind. You’re falling in love with him quickly, you feel the way your heart beat hard against your ribs, it’s almost painful, the way you also forget the ability to breathe.

“You’re so goddamn hot. Do you know what you’re fucking doing to me?” You pant and before he tries to argue with you, you press your lips roughly against his.

König instantly takes the lead, trapping you in a desperate, passionate kiss as he wraps his muscular arms around you to pull your naked bodies hard against each other. His precum smearing on you in the process, but you feel even more excited because of that. Your fingers now roam on his hairy body, massaging him and he groans into your mouth before cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss more. The sexual arousal is at its finest point, now there’s no limit anymore only the huge lust and….affection.

“I’ve missed you so much, Schatz. Never thought I’d ever see Mein Liebe again” König moans between the kisses, but you seem unfazed by the remark, not remembering anything.

“I’ve never known you before. I have just transferred here, sir” You moan back and König pulls away and looks at you with a sad expression that nearly breaks your whole heart.

“You-you don’t remember me? We-we used to be friends. Very good friends” König sounds devastated, but you can’t remember him. The horniness is shrouding your mind, any thinking or reminiscing is only in vain right now so why even bother.

You offer him a drunk smile as you get on your knees, your face is mere inches from König’s cock, you look into his sad eyes that is gazing down into your own , looking for permission.

“Can I? I puked my dinner up and I’m starving” You’re surprised by your unhinged comment.

König gives you a slow, upset nod and you resume to stare at his throbbing cock before your tongue flickers across it. You hear König’s moans and he grabs your head with one hand, squeezing your hair in his hand. Then you start to suck, leaving painful marks on his sensitive cock, his tears falls down nestling into your scalp as you continue to suck hard before taking his tip into your mouth. You lick away all the precum.

“Gosh, Liebling. Keep going, I wanna cum in your mouth!” König cries as he feels the huge buildup.

You insert a few more inches of his cock into your mouth, torturing him with the heath and wetness of your tongue on his tip, playing with it to tease König. You hum into his cock as approval and he releases his cum buildup into your mouth following with a loud groan from him that can alert people kilometres away, a new, bitter taste as the white fluid leaks from the gapes of your mouth. Coming as drops down chin to your sweaty torso. You swallow the cum as if it was a goulasch soup then you pull away from his cock and forces your pained knees to support your weight.

After a few exchange of heavy pants and sweat dripping from the both of you. König rushes to you and pushes you hard against a tree, caging you in with his forearms against the wide tree, some multicoloured leaves snowing around you in the process. Then he pulls you into an intense kiss that’s burning your tongue as he pushes his needy tongue through your teeth, rubbing the bumps of his tongue against yours, lusting for your taste. He groans at the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, and he rubs his tongue that tastes like liquor and cigarettes. You hold yourself on your feet with the help of your hands roughly gripping his broad shoulders as the intensity of the kiss is making you dizzy, probably worsening the intoxication. Then his hand slides down your body and stops when he’s reached your drenched folds and gently pulling two fat fingers in it as you moan into his wet mouth.

Then the finger fucking picks up the pace and it becomes more rough, more desperate. More enjoyable for you and the pleasure is truly fulfilling your needs. And a buildup of your come.

“I-I want you to cum on my fingers, Schatz” König pants into your mouth and you happily oblige.

You release the buildup and it paints his fingers in white goo, he then release the touch of your cunt and pulls up the fingers to his mouth and takes a lick off the white goo.

“You taste so good, Schatz. Taste it yourself” König moans as he licks his fingers clean of your cum and then traps you into another tongue kiss, allowing you to taste yourself, burying the taste of yourself in your taste buds.

König pulls away and picks you up into his arms with your legs wrapped around his wide torso, arms around his neck and he throws you against the green, humid grass and climbs on top of you. He forces your shoulder down with two jerks before you oblige and lay down. He rubs his sweaty body against yours as he resumes to kissing you, his fingers exploring every corner and inch off you. König leaves wet kisses as he moves from your lips to your neck, starting to suck on your soft skin, leaving red painful marks as he marks you as his. You gaze up the night sky, see how the white clouds travels in the sky, the stars shining as small, yellow dots in the black sky and the moon judging you as it sits still.

You start to feel exhausted and satisfied, you let your eyes shut when they became heavier and more difficult to rebel against. The last sight of the eventful night is when König stares into your droopy eyes and asks you if you’re falling asleep, he instantly cuddles his body to yours and stops kissing you. Then you drifted off, letting the young night pass by.

Then you wake up with the grass tickling your back, the sunlight burning into your eyes as soon as you open them up and a heavy weight suffocating you, robbing you off your air. Your gaze around your surrounding, your mind finally starting sober up, you see your superior relaxing on you with soft snores and small whimpers as if he’s having a nightmare, his large arms hugging you tightly against him. You wonder how the hell you ended up naked, in a forest, with your hot af superior. You blush in embarrassment, not knowing what to do and how to get out of his tight embrace without waking him up. Confrontation can wait, at least until you sober up and don’t have a painful headache.

“P-please don’t leave me. Don’t! Please! Y/n!” König whimpers as you try to snake your way out of his embrace, but he grabs you and pulls you back while still being in the REM state, and you instantly feel bad about making up a plan to escape his very comforting embrace and leave him alone on the grass to escape the embarrassment. So you stay and start caressing his hair, trying to soothe him.

“Shh, you’re safe, König. It’s only an nightmare” You coo into his ear and you feel his arms tightening around you and he buries his head in your chest, and you feel the wetness of his tears staining your bare chest.

“Don’t go. I don’t want you to go, y/n” König mumbles into your chest and you feel your heart flutter by the way he’s begging you to stay, the fact that he wants you to stay. It seems as if the gods above have heard your wishes and made them come true, you’re silently thanking them. Does he love you too? And will you need to tell him how you feel?

“I won’t go, König. I’ll stay here” You hesitate for a while, but then says “I’ll always stay if you want me to”

König wakes up from his nightmare and looks up into your compassionate face through his tear stained eyes that reeks of fear and despair. A unfamiliar look you’ve never seen on his face before.

“Do you promise? Will you stay for me, Schatz?”

“Do you want me to?” You dry his tears with your thumbs as you cup his cheeks.

“If I say I never want you to leave me again, will you say yes?” Your heart flutter and you almost felt at loss of words.

“I-…I’d really like that! Oh uhmmm. I meant, I’d like that” You cough to try and hide the embarrassment by your very enthusiastic reply, you earn a chuckle from him and a long peck on your lips.

“Mein Liebe” König says as he pecks your cheek and he’s suddenly tossed you into the pits of reminiscing, where you suddenly remember that your childhood friend used to call you that - as a joke ofc. But you never thought your childhood friend would become such a handsome man, let alone joining the military.

“Wait….I’ve heard that before…are you-“

“Yes, Mein liebe, I am. And we’re to be wed next week. We made a promise as kids and I intend to fulfil it”

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔 𝓜𝓔 L̸̼̞̰͘O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ṽ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ

⚠︎︎𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸⚠︎︎

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢!𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 ’𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝’ 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚆! 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢/𝚗, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

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𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

Part 2

You wake up from your sleep, already in the REM state dreaming about all kinds of things combined with weird other stuff. It’s a sound, a very unfamiliar yet familiar one that is making your legs rise from the bed and put your ear against the thin cement wall to indulge in your curiosity and because you’re debating whether or not you should complain. Heavy breathing, slapping and……did you just hear your name come out as a moan?

You feel a shiver run down your spine as your curiosity morph into terror. Why did your superior just moan your name? Why did Ghost think of you in that sort of way? You instantly connects the dots until you get a full picture of what’s going on the other side of the wall and the reason…it’s because of you.

You throw yourself into your bed and the uneasiness poking at you, making the hair on your neck rise - not from excitement, but because of the immense uncomfortableness by the repulsive behaviour of your supervisor. All sorts of thoughts runs through your head, mostly thoughts about how to stop this madness, how to end it in an appropriate way that wouldn’t hurt any of you. But how though?

You pick up your phone to text your friend, in dire need of help. The exhaustion is almost unbearable, prompting you to resume to the slumber, but determination easily overpowers that decision that would later been proven to be dumb.

‘Hola, Alejandro. You up?’

You fidget with your fingers, the amount of adrenaline that runs course through your veins as the impatience is at its finest breaking point. 5 minutes go by and you feel lumps of agony forming in the pits of your stomach.

‘Ey, amigue ¿Estas bien?’

‘Alejandro, I need your help. Por favor’

‘Claro, ¿Qué es?’

‘I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend’

‘What? Por qué?’

‘Please help just this once 🙏’

‘Vale 👍’

‘Gracías, hermano’

You let out a sigh of relief, but Ghost’s loud gasps and moans is keeping you awake. Not even pressing the pillows against your ears or humming your favorite songs does the job to shut out the disturbing noises. It takes a whole fucking hour until the sounds slowly stops, that’s when you can finally shut your eyes in peace and finally think clearly, instantly succumbing to sleep. You make yourself a promise that night. To stay as far as way from Ghost as possible and to ask Price to give you a room that’s far away from Ghost’s. Damn, you really itch to get one night of peace without any sounds that’s supposed to sexually arouse a person, but instead disgusts you since it’s coming from your superior.

“What do you mean ‘why’? He’s fucking jerking off in the middle of the night, disturbing my sleep. Price, please let me switch rooms with someone else” You beg impatiently while standing in your sleepwear, leaning against Price’s desk, slamming your hand against it in anger to try to somehow convince Price.

“Y/n, all the rooms have been given out for this mission. I cannot change ‘em, I’m sorry. That is unless someone’s willing to share with you” Price clicks with his pen, leaning back against his chair not seeming fazed at all by the situation.

“Fine then!” Your patience has been running incredibly low, now it has vanished. Alejandro is your closest friend, surely he’ll be kind enough to let you crash there for now until the rooms are changed again.

You slam the door to your room behind you and pull out a bag from your closet and begin packing. You open your underwear drawer only to stare in confusion at the lack of underwear. You’re supposed to have many more than the very few that you have. You scratch your head in bafflement as you search around the room for the missing ones. Where the hell have every one of them gone? You start to think back on where they started disappearing from you. The shower rooms, you always brought a fresh pair with you, but they always remained, but your worn, stained ones were the ones to disappear. Why’s that?

You have a training session in the sparring area with Soap, ignoring Ghost’s presence and his intense stares at you. They make you uncomfortable, making Soap always win against you as the amount of wariness and instincts instantly enabled as you try to both fight with Soap and control Ghost’s movements. If he head closer, you move back, if he goes anywhere near your gym bag you’ll confront him by being friendly of course. That giant man can easily overpower you, no problem at all.

Then you head towards the shower, carefully looking back to see if Ghost is following you, which he is but he’s extremely sneaky and clever about it. Always picking the closest person to him to strike up a random conversation with as you gaze back at him with suspicious eyes, then he’ll completely vanish as if he’s a real ghost when you take another look back. When you walk into the shower, you carefully watch from the shower curtain your bag that you placed on a visible display on a bench so you can easily see it. You wait, humming and pretending that you’re unaware that you can literally see Ghost taking silent, careful steps towards your bag and sneakily rummages through the stuff until he pulls out your worn underwear. You feel your heart drop to your feet and your whole body freeze in the shower as you see him taking a sniff before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing, you creep?!” You hear someone shout and Ghost offers them dead silence before rushing towards them. You can’t really see much more as the person is far away from your shower cubicle, but you can hear suffocating gasps and a loud bang then nothing, only the water dripping down the drain and your rough heartbeats of complete terror. Then you see the tall silhouette of Ghost running away, now with crimson stains on his gloved knuckle.

You heart beat hard against your ribs and by some unknown reason you hold your breath, fearing for what you might see when you step out of the shower. You stay another ten minutes trying to recollect the oxygen that has been missing from your lungs and the gruesome anxiety that is causing you a lot of pain. Every step you take out of the shower, the more difficult it become to suppress the trepidation while forcing your muscles to oblige to your commands to keep moving. Then as you finally gather the courage to let your eyes wander in front of you, you’re met with….nothing. Not a single trace of anyone getting harmed and maybe….the crimson was a design on Ghost’s gloves, hopefully. You don’t wanna relish on the thought, no need for another collection of nightmares, no need to be confronted by Ghost…

You sigh in relief as you dry yourself and get dressed, unaware that there’s a strangled corpse in the supply closet that is rotting at a very slow pace.

You notice Ghost has been following you around often, it’s almost as if he knows where you are, it’s almost as if you can’t hide from him. When you have been in the cafeteria, he’s sat down beside you staring at you as he eats his food, when he pulls his mask up to his nose, letting you see the visible display of his chin and lips that are stained with scars and a blonde stubble. You try to remain as calm and friendly as possible, pretending you haven’t seen him stealing a pair of your used underwear and strangled someone to death, being the cause of that person’s memorial, being the cause of someone’s grief. Everyone think it was a suicide, because Ghost had tied a noose around the person’s neck and hung them to the lamp. The fact that you have to try your very best to remain as friendly and respectful to this gruesome man when he’s literally following you around everywhere, it’s making your skin crawl and the heavy disgust of the tainted, murder act is making you wanna puke at his black, trench jacket.

He’s been standing behind you like a damn shadow and you’ve ignored his presence, despite the shivers that he sends down your spine, you’ve ignored the fact that he watch when you train with either Soap or Gaz. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been responding rudely to them when they have commented on how he’s been staring at you with some ‘deer in headlights’ some ‘nice’ proverb, when it’s suppose to be ‘prey to the predator’ stare is what fits it much better. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been jerking off every night and the loud moans and creaks of his bed keeping you awake once again, probably with your underwear that he’s stolen from you. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been literally smelling the sofas and chairs you’ve sat on, thinking you haven’t noticed him when you’ve walked away. You’ve ignored the fact that his eyes have crinkled as if he’s smiling underneath that balaclava when you’ve been making jokes with Soap and Gaz. You’ve not ignored the fact that you’ve pulled so many fake smiles against Ghost to not raise his suspicions, despite the intense agony and fear you feel whenever Ghost is near and its growing because of his sudden approaches. And you hate his presence more than anything.

You didn’t even invite Ghost to poker night, you even made up lies that Ghost had told you that he’s not into that stuff, despite their pleads for you to go get him. You refuse to, but you can’t tell them that, because they’re his friends too - unfortunately. You start to feel a bit parched so you make your way into the kitchen to get yourself a nice mug of your favorite beverage. Enjoying the delicous taste and savouring every sip, until you notice Ghost lurking around in the kitchen and when you ‘spot’ him, you force that friendly smile once again despite the buildup in your throat and the fear strangling your heart that is beating fast as an act of rebellion against it restraints.

“Wassup, Ghost. All’s good?” You try to sound as friendly as possible while giving him a pat on the shoulder, even if it disgust you to touch him. So you take a sip from the mug to ease the anxiety a bit, to distract yourself from his intimidation with its good tasting ingredients that falls perfectly on your tongue.

“Ay-aye, all’s good” He’s even blushing underneath the balaclava, gosh, this man is sick. You invisibly glare.

“Y/n, we’re missin ye” Soap shout from the other room and you internally sigh in relief and silently thanking Soap for saving you.

“Somethin goin on?” Ghost asks and you feel the knot in your stomach return and the air in your lungs clogging, but still you keep your cool.

“Me, Soap, Gaz and my darling (Alejandro) are having a poker night. You can join if you’d like” You plead in silence that Ghost doesn’t comply.

“No thanks” And you’re finally at ease when he rushes away, you try to remain friendly while calling out to him just to not raise suspicion. But you felt relief spread over you like a disease.

When poker night is over, you make your way over to your room to pack your bag to sleep in Alejandro’s room because you are in dire need of a full night with sleep, but you spot something at your door - a note. You pick up and your heart skips hundreds of beats.

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨’𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭? 𝐍𝐨, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞? 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎

/𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

“What the fuck do I do now?” You panicky ask yourself, talking to yourself in order to try and soothe you, but the thought of Alejandro’s corpse in his room is what causes the intense fear and despair wash over you, as if you’re being showered in blood instead of pure, clean water.

“You can stop playing games, unless you wanna end up bitten” A familiar, uneasy dark voice replies and you know exactly who it is. You know what will happen, you can suddenly feel a severe smell of metal and see the splatter of crimson in the corner of your eyes as you slowly turn your head towards the blurry vision, unaware that tears of horror is streaming down your cheeks like the Amazon river.

“You’re mine now, there’s no ‘darling’ anymore….but me” You hear the loud steps as his vicious presence becomes more stronger by mere seconds and you can’t move. Your ability to move your muscles is abandoning you and the only part of you that is rebelling at the frozen state is your mind. You know you have to move, run and never return if you don’t wanna end up in his clutches. But somehow….you can’t.

Ghost: LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Someone please save me save me save me.

N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝E̵̪͐̌̕ͅṼ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂ P̸͖͖͔̻̱͚̝̪̓̀̆̄̒̚L̸̼̞̰͘A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊ W̴͔̏̕Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅH̸̪͊̒ T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅH̸̪͊̒E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈ O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝F̷̡͍͔̺̙̊̋͋̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝ N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅT̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅE̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂ W̴͔̏̕H̸̪͊̒A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑ D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝L̸̼̞̰͘E̵̪͐̌̕ͅŞ̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚Ş̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚ Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑ W̴͔̏̕A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅO̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ G̶̢̨̖͚̜̺̭̥̭͓̾̒̃̃̈̏͋͝E̵̪͐̌̕ͅT̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ H̸̪͊̒Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔 𝓜𝓔 L̸̼̞̰͘O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ṽ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ

⚠︎︎𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 ⚠︎︎

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢!𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 ’𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝’ 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚆! 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐, 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢/𝚗.

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𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

Since you got employed as a sniper in Task 141, Simon’s been different- in a bad way. You’ve got his mind running in circles and his focus has been disturbed because of your very enticing presence. The way your clothes reveals the way your body is sculptured, your smiles, your jokes that always manages to make Simon smile underneath the balaclava, your smell that always lingers on the sofas and the sensation of your warm hand from when you shook Simon’s hand the first time when you started. The way you make Simon clench his jaw under his mask whenever someone lays their hands on you, you’re only his to touch. The way he’d imagine chopping their hands off if that would mean that they’ll never touch you again. The way you’re so unaware that you have him wrapped around your pinky finger, that he’ll do absolutely anything despite the law and consequences he’ll face, he’ll do it all for you.

Simon can’t help but miss your touch, even craving for the slightest no matter how short the interaction may be, the slightest caress from the warmth radiating from your body. Simon wants it all, he can’t help it. All through his fucked up life, through screams and miseries, he had never wanted something as badly as he wants you. And it hurt him so much, it hurts more than the amounts of scars and pain he’d gone through. These unfamiliar strong cravings are suffocating him, controlling his muscles and his thoughts as if his brain is incontrollable, as if his brain is rebelling against his restraints. It’s as if he’s losing the small amount of humanity that’s left of him.

Whenever you head to the showers, he secretly sneaks in like a phantom as he rummages through your things until he finds the one thing he’s been looking for - your underwear. He stuffs it in his pocket before glancing around to make sure nobody has spotted him - otherwise they would suffer immensely. Then later at the evening when Price’s dismissed everyone, he rushes to his room and tosses his clothes on the floor, almost ripping them in the process. He holds your underwear in one hand and takes long sniffs as his freehand aggressively fists his cock, spilling cum all over his grey sheets. Images of you and the imagination of your naked body flooding his mind, making him act like an animal in heat as he almost rips his cock off by the merciless pace. He cannot control the way his mouth is moving and the way his vocal cords obliges, because he moans your name loudly in the dead of night.

Then when he’s done, he holds your underwear close to his roughly beating heart as he stares up at the ceiling, sweat pooling around him on the bed and his loud gasps for air, he feels a cruel ache in his heart. The total absence of you as he remembers there’s not a single trace of you in his bed, touching him with the warm fingers of you, the underwear he stole from you doesn’t make up for the lack of you neither the delicious smell. He lets out a disappointed sigh as he slowly succumbed to sleep, still lying butt naked in his bed and drenched in his own fluids and the sheets sticking to his body.

Then destiny plays another cruel joke on him, making him experience a ‘vivid’ dream of your naked body in front of him as he pounds his throbbing cock into your hole and his fat fingers exploring your sweaty body as you moan his name out loud and beg for him. He whispers soft nothings in to your ear as you desperately gasps for air, only for him to take it away from you as he abuses his scarred lips onto yours, your tongues massaging each other and the groans caused by the taste. You tasted delicious both ways, always making him lust for more as he wanted to feel all of you at the same time. Slamming his huge built body against yours, making sure that he’s touching every inch of you as if your skins were stitched together and he wouldn’t let go, not even when he’s done. Then after he would beg for you to love him, but you just laugh and walk out of his room (naked still) despite his calls for you, despite his pleads for you to stay. Then he wakes up screaming your name still, until he realise it was all just a dream, to his disappointment.

Simon is a man on a mission at base, always on the hunt for you, always looking for the slightest sight of you to fill that huge aching void in his cold heart. He doesn’t care if Soap or Gaz comments on his ‘deer in headlights’ looks on you, not giving a damn if someone side-eyes him whenever he just stands close to you even if you haven’t even acknowledged him. Then you turn around and greet him with that damn smile that nearly destroys him every time, fuck he just wants you so bad, he almost wants to peel his skin off in frustration when he has to restrain himself from touching you. If he gives in, he will not be able to stop whether or not you’d enjoy it. So for your sake, he keeps a small distance between the two of you despite his animalistic instincts calling on him to take you and devour you right there.

“Wassup, Ghost. All good?” You smile at him and pat his shoulder as you take a sip from your mug.

“Ay-aye, all’s good” Simon almost grunts as he tries to stifle the moan, he felt his pants grow tighter and his body temperature rapidly rise by your touch.

Love me love me love me please love me

“Y/n, we’re missin you” Soap shouts from the other room and Simon glares at the Scotsman’s voice.

Please stay please stay please don’t go

“Somethin goin on?” Simon ask, he tries to fight back the urge to throw a punch to Soap’s face for trying to ruin his conversation with you.

“Soap, Gaz and my darling are having a poker night. You can join if you’d like” You shoot him that destructive smile again, oblivious to the fact that Simon is boiling underneath that mask.

Darling? Y/n is not taken…..right? It can’t be…possible…Because I….

“No thanks” Simon rushes away from the now intimidating presence of you, ignoring your calls for him, Simon can only see red.

Simon doesn’t know what to be more upset about, the fact that you called him Ghost when he’s asked you before to call him Simon outside of missions or the fact that you have a partner. He pulls out the collection of your underwear from under his bed and nestles himself in the pile as he is achingly fisting his cock with such force that he accidentally scratch himself, drawing blood. But he can’t stop, he keeps going despite the warm blood running down to his tip, creating a beautiful mixture with the cum, he sighs heavily as the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure and you flooding through his thoughts once again only extends it.

“You *rub* can’t *rub* be *rub* someone *rub* else’s” Simon grunts in frustration.

“You’re mine!” Simon let go of his leaking cock and looks up at the ceiling once again, panting.

Why can’t you just love me why can’t you just love me like I love you????

He makes a promise right there, his hand painted in red and white goo and the sweat causing his shirt to stick to his muscled torso. You will be his whether or not you have a partner. Only you will be able to quench his painfully aching thirst, and the thought of you being his is what fuels it all, it’s what gets him determined. Ready or not, here he comes ;)

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭

꧁𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫꧂

⚠︎︎MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⚠︎︎

ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

It’s been snowing for a whole week and you’ve been stuck in a small, brutally cold cabin with Ghost, your superior. You’ve both been complaining about the cold and about the mission. Your mission is to locate a target - a sniper who’s working for Inner Circle, the one who can locate Makarov’s whereabouts. But this mission is going downhill as you and Ghost has been trapped, the snow limiting your options to continue or even resume to your duties. You’ve had to satisfy your hunger with two small meals a day and share the small stack of water that you have, it’s been torture. And getting regularly checkups by Price or Soap from your walkie-talkie was a struggle as the signals wouldn’t sometimes even reach through, leaving the others slightly panicked.

The chillness hasn’t passed and you’re laying in your sleeping bag shaking as you hug your body tight to keep whatever small amount of warmth that’s left. Your teeth chattering loud as you try to rub your body with your chilly hands to try create a heat bauble inside of your sleeping, doing everything you can to fall asleep warm. To your oblivion, Ghost can hear your teeth chattering and you turning in your sleeping bag, the fabric making noises to your rapid moves. It is keeping Ghost awake, not only the sounds from you but also the cold as he himself tries to quietly warm himself up, but to no avail either. But he knows one way to heat up. Ghost turns to face your shaking body and you notice his deep brown gazing at you as you shift in your sleeping bag once again. Feeling awkward you try to strike up a conversation to ease the tension.

“Hey….are you cold too?” You say as you rub your hands on your upper arms, bending your legs above your lower abdomen like a meatball as you try to focus at Ghost’s intense stare while doing all of the movements.

“Mhmmm” Is all Ghost grunts, sounding like an animal as he explores you, your body poking up from the sleeping bag, he notice that you’re squeezed together like a meatball out of the cold.

“Fuck, didn’t know I’d ever hate the cold as much as I do now” You complain.

“You know…..I can hear your teeth chattering and see the way you’re trembling underneath there. You should join me in my sleeping bag” Ghost says bluntly, causing a shocked expression on your face as you stare in disbelief at him.

“Ehhhmmmm. That’s-that’s not funny, I’m freezing to death over here and you’re there making jokes”

“I’m not joking, the point is to share body heat” Ghost sounds so unfazed, it bothers you.

You tense up, debating whether or not you should oblige. You’re freezing like crazy and you’re in desperate need of sleep, but at the same time….it could be awkward to cuddle up with your superior. You’re gonna oblige, you’ll probably drift off as soon as a touch of heath reaches you and then you can pretend that you hadn’t just curled up with your superior-you think.

“With clothes on….right?” You say shyly, you escape his intense gaze as you stare at the tree wall behind him in embarrassment. Unaware that a red shade appeared on your cheeks that Ghost can very clearly spot. He smirks, hiding behind his black balaclava as he stares at your blush and tensed up expression.

“Yeahmm” Ghost moans-ish, thanks to that dammed balaclava he’s able to hide his sinister smile.

With that being said, you slowly rip of the cover of the sleeping bag from your freezing cold body as you walks to Ghost sleeping bag that is- to your luck it’s placed very close to yours. The chill breezes that breaks in through small openings in the window frames tortured your body, forcing you to hug your body tightly. Ghost opens up his sleeping bag, revealing his half nude body. He’s only wearing boxers and his tattoos, scars, muscles mixed with healthy layers of fat are all visible to your eye. You internally panic as you stare at his huge body, his arms spread out, ready to wrap around you and the muscles bulging out in the process. You can only stand there in total shock and amusement, unable to hold back the shy smile.

“You said with clothes!!” You shout in panic and Ghost lowers his arms as he nastily smiles under his balaclava. He planned this, he had ripped his clothes off right before he proposed the idea to you. He knew you would oblige to him and he used it to his advantage.

“You did, but I don’t take orders from you, remember?And you should be happy that I don’t order you to take your clothes off” Ghost chuckles as he stares at your flustered face.

You hesitate for a while, but you eventually lay down in Ghost’s sleeping bag. Ghost pulls the covers back up over you and due to his huge build, you’re forced to lay awfully close to him. You can feel his chest pressing hard against you, you can feel his fast heartbeat and the heath now radiating from him. Ghost keeps his arms to himself until you give him the word. You creep closer to him, now finally collecting the warmth to warm yourself, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him to draw in more warmth. You two awkwardly stare at each other, but in amaze and amusement. You two secretly enjoy this ;)

“So….is it alright if I wrap my arms around your neck-Just to warm myself up properly?!” You fight the embarrassment that followed after you just dropped that impulsive sentence from your mind. You’re enjoying this a tad too much.

“Aye, that means I can wrap myself around you?” Ghost almost purrs as he feels your soft arms gently surrounding his neck as you pull yourself closer to him.

You nod into his neck and he instantly wraps his huge, tattooed arms around you in a tight embrace as if you’d disappear into thin air if he’d loosen a little. He isn’t ashamed of him pulling you much closer to him, not ashamed that he pulls you so close that it feels like you two become one together. As if your skins are stitched together. The heath of both desire and lust radiating from the two of you, boiling up the sleeping bag. You feel the wetness forming in your pants and it’s overwhelming to say the least as you feel Ghost’s hardened cock poking at your thigh. You try to stifle all of the moans that threatens to escape from your mouth until one broke through the restraint. You quickly realise what you’ve done and you freeze as you feel Ghost’s fat fingers gently rubbing your back.

“Tell me, sergeant. You’re enjoying this, aren’t ya?” Ghost says, sounding a bit amused and a little bit horny also which you definitely relate to.

“I-mhmmm” You try to say until you moan into his neck instead as you feel Ghost teasing you with his erection, rubbing it all over your thigh as you can slightly feel the precum leaking through his boxers.

“Ghost” You whimper, leaving a wet kiss on his neck that he deeply groans too.

“Mhmm?” Ghost moans and question at the same time.

“Cmon, I know you want it. You only have to say it, luv” Ghost pants into your scalp, softly pressing a peck on it.

“Pl-please, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭” You plead, grinding against his erection in desperation which causes him to moan.

Ghost leans in, his head an inch away from your ear, the fabric of his balaclava sometimes caressing you as he whispers into your ear.

“Good, girl”

Should I make a part 2? *scratches head in confusion*

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 1 year ago

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Awwwwwwwww

Simon won’t ever admit it but he loves your cuddles, he loves shoving his face in between your tits and just falling asleep.

You usually initiate the cuddle session so today you don’t. You want to see if he’ll ask you or not.

He comes homes and does his normal routine, greet you, shower, eat, and cuddle you after you practically have to beg him to comply.

You’re lying on the bed, on your phone not paying him any mind. He climbs under the covers and just stares at you.

“What?” You ask, turning your head to look at him.

“Nothing.” He mumbles and gets on his phone.

You shrug your shoulders and get back on your phone, internally smirking. He continues staring at you for at least ten minutes before he just pulls you close and hugs you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Cuddle me.” He says without even looking at you, burying his face in your tits.

“You like my cuddles?” You grin and play with his hair.

“…Yeah..” He reluctantly admits.

You guys cuddle and eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 1 year ago

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POV: you’re at a festival with your bf!Simon Riley

Simon can’t stop grabbing your hand all the time, fearing that the huge crowd of people would pull you away from him. Sometimes when the crowd gets tighter, he’d pull you into him, hugging your waist tightly until the crowd gets more spaced. You don’t complain tho, you just simply give in to him. But at the very few occasions that you actually get pulled away from him in the crowd, he starts panicking and screaming your name out loud not giving a damn about all of the stares he receives. You actually have to find a bench or something that lets you stand tall as you’re waving hands and calling out to him. Simon then runs to you, pushing away all the people that’s getting in his way before he scoops you up and carries you through the folk mass.

Whenever he sees you eyeing something you really want, then walk away, he ends up secretly buying it to surprise you later at home. He’s desperate for that genuine smile from you and the aggressive pecks you shower all over his face while thanking him repeatedly.

You always wants to go on the roller coasters, that after some nagging he agrees joining you on. But more for the part when you hug him tightly, burying your face in his chest as you’re screaming in both excitement and fear. You can hear the vibrations of his deep chuckles on his chest, making you smile.

Whenever you complain that you can’t see the stage, he lifts you up and lets you sit on his shoulders. He chuckles when he hears you singing along with the artist on stage. He feels that extra warmth and love blooming in his heart, he couldn’t love you any more than he already did otherwise his heart would explode.

While you’re having a picnic on the grass, Simon always insist that you sit in his lap and let him feed you. He don’t give a fuck about the people side eyeing you two and he doesn’t listen when you tell him to stop and that you can use your own hands. Because he just can’t, you’re overloading him with love and it makes him explode with affection. Just let him feed you, dammit!

Simon can’t stop kissing you and pulling you into tight embraces. He can’t also help but to sniff the shampoo in your hair and the perfume you spray on your collarbone. He just has to, he can’t help it, but you don’t mind. If anything there’s nothing you’d like more.

When you tell him that you’re going to buy some food for the both of you and tell him wait, it only takes five minutes before you feel the familiar warmth and smell of cologne and big arms wrapping around your waist pulling you back against a thick wall of muscles and fat. Yes, he keeps his arms around your waist even if it’s your turn to order and he moves along with you, glued to you. You’re so used to people’s “what the fuck” facial expressions now that you don’t even bother begging Simon to back away.

Every food, snack or drink you buy, you share with Simon. When you’ve bought cotton candy, you’re both tugging at the same time on it like bunnies hihi. When you’ve bought a water to quench your thirst, Simon asks if he can get some, which leads to him draining the bottle dry in one gulp and you lightly scolding him afterwards. You split chocolate bars in half, sandwiches in half, hamburgers in half and even shared a bowl of pasta bolognese using one fork that you two even shared.

When you get cold, Simon wastes no time taking his jacket off and wrapping it around you. The jacket is almost drowning you, but Simon’s warmth keeps you comfortable enough to wear it, even if it is wayyyyyy too big for you.

When you have to go the toilets, Simon stands right outside to make sure that no random bloke gets inside and if they get one metre near the toilet, he’d knock the guy out. All to keep you safe and the other lucky women inside.

While Simon’s off to buy drinks, a drunk man approaches you and urges you to give him your number which you try to politely decline. But the man keeps pushing and starts to touch you inappropriately. Simon sees this and he rushes back to you in anger, giving the man a good hard punch, putting the drunk man to sleeeeppp. Your knight in shining armour then puts his arm around your waist to pull you closer and to show everyone that you’re already taken, by him.

“You didn’t have to knock him out!”

“Would you have preferred it if I killed him instead?”

Simon is insane, but insane for you. Because he loves you so, so much that it almost hurts him.

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 1 year ago

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Ghost: Will you be mine forever? Y/N: Yes Ghost: *reaches into his pocket* Y/N: Oh my God it's happening Ghost: *takes out a knife* Y/N: Y/N: I thought this was a marriage proposal Ghost: No a blood oath Y/N: Makes sense, go ahead

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w3r3theli0nshunt · 1 year ago

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Intertwined Destinies

Simon ‘ghost’ Riley x Noora (fem!reader)

Part IIIIIII (7): Matter of time

Summary: You, Eleonoora Lintu, born in Finland were forced to be taken away due to the war. However, you thought your life would be miserable and full of despair until a military man gets full custody of you and you meet your childhood sweetheart, Simon Riley. You two become best friends, both of you living a miserable life. That is until you get taken away by Finnish soldiers, separating you and your best friend. It’s been over 20 years until the two of you meet again. Now being adults, you have much more than friendship in mind

Cw! Blood, mild violence, cruelty, pregnancy, mentions of su!cide, reader is called Noora, happy ending :)

It’s been a week since Leo died. It’s been a long week filled with different kinds of emotions that were bottled up then spit out until they became unbearable. You still don’t understand that Leo’s no more and that he’ll never return, you never expected to feel this empty, to miss him like crazy and that it all hurt all the same. And you don’t know how many sleepless nights have gone while you couldn’t stop thinking of the different kind of outcomes. What if you never rejected Leo, would he still be alive now? If you rushed to him and grabbed him before he could make the jump. It all echoed in your mind and bounced between your conscious and well being. This was changing you, but only for a while.

Simon had been with you through it all. Through the pain and grief, holding you close to him whenever you broke down, making love passionately in the middle of the night and cuddling you all throughout. It’s been comforting, it’s been healing for you. You’re slowly forgetting the immense loss and despair, for it to evolve into all but a bad memory and a heartbreak. Simon made sure to remind you that it wasn’t your fault and that you shouldn’t blame yourself for it, which you finally believed in after a while, when you had moved on.

Simon nagged at you for share his apartment when you were off duty with him as yours were in Finland, making you sort of homeless. You agreed with him, and Simon couldn’t help but let a genuine smile flicker across his face as he was excited to share his apartment with you, living far away from base and danger. Just living like civilians for once, for a very few occasions.

When you first entered his apartment, you stared in shock by how clean and perfectly organised was. And the fact that it felt really homely and cosy was not what you expected from Simon. Simon couldn’t wait for a second before he carried you towards the bed, engaging in sex with you with you happily obliged to. The sheets were sticking to the both yous bodies with the sweat as glue. You felt Simon’s huge arms holding you tight against him and you could hear him snore into your scalp, which made you giggle silently before shutting your eyes to succumb to sleep.

Simon had woken up before you, gently removing his arms from you, giving you a kiss on the temple before he got dressed. He made breakfast and ate, saving the leftovers for you to eat when you would wake up, he wrote a note that said that he was in town for groceries and would be back soon and put it right on the counter, putting a tissue holder behind it to angle it up towards the bedroom. Then he grabbed his car keys and drove into town.

He had gotten the groceries before he passed a jewellery shop, which caused him to abruptly stop in the middle of the trottoir, staring at the shop window. Simon walked into the shop after he had left the grocery bags in the car to give him free hands. He gazed around the shop before spotting the engagement ring section which really set him in a stupor. Simon wanted to marry you and build a family with you, he loved you so much it almost ached - in a good way. He pictured you in a beautiful wedding dress, walking down the aisle to him with a big smile that he returned. Then the priest naming you husband and wife, that would be the best line in his whole world. Getting to call you his wife and wearing matching rings that indicated that you were married to Simon, and that you’re his and he’s yours. Oh gosh, how he ached to be married to you while you’re carrying his child.

Even if children were a painful reminder of his nephew ,Joseph, his dead brother’s son, he wanted one. He wanted to breed a child with you, he wondered which features of the two of you your child would get. But the thought of you carrying his child made his heart swell with both happiness and longing, longing to hold a child again. But also the thought of your breasts swelling with milk made him shamelessly harden right in the jewellery shop. Simon pictured him caressing your pregnant belly while lying in bed, when he’s playing with your child and hearing the laughter from it, when you take family pictures together and how the child’s room would look, how it would be decorated. If it would be decorated with unicorns or dinosaurs, pink or blue, dollhouses or cars. It was only when the shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder, he was pulled out of the stupor and into the reality. The reality of you neither being married or have a child.

Meanwhile, you woke up. You sensed the cold sheets beside you that were usually warmed by Simon, you felt a little tense knowing he wasn’t beside you. But you couldn’t think when you suddenly felt ill and nauseous. Your throat tightened uncomfortably and your stomach rumbled like crazy, you hurriedly towards the toilet. Pulling up the seats, before puking into the toilet bowl. Your knees were sore by sitting there for about ten minutes while you were puking a lot. When the nausea had quieted down a bit, you flushed the toilet and slammed it shut before making your way into the kitchen. You read the note on the counter with a sigh of relief, but it didn’t stop the worrying about your sudden nausea.

You ate the leftovers that Simon had left for you, surprising you with his excellent cooking skills -even though it was just a toast with scrambled eggs and bacon on the side. You heard the door click and you’re met with Simon’s huge figure with grocery bags taking up his hands. Simon placed them on the kitchen counter before pulling you into a long, gentle kiss.

“Good morning, Simon. You’re out early” You teased while taking the last bite of the toast.

“Just felt it was time to fill up the fridge” Simon said as he began unpacking the groceries.

“What’s that?” You said curiously while pointing at a red velvet box that were half visible as it was placed behind a grocery bag. Simon quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in his pocket.

“Just trash……I forgot to throw” Simon said defensively. He seemed a little tense than usual, you thought to yourself.

You just shrugged it off and cleaned of the dishes and placing them back into the cabinets. You felt the nausea coming back again, you carefully placed the plate back in the cabinet. You put your hand above your mouth and gagged. Simon looked worried as he stopped unpacking the groceries to focus on you.

“What’s wrong?…..love?” Simon asked, the worry being obvious.

But before you could answer, you hurried back into the bathroom to puke into the toilet bowl again and Simon ran after you. He held your hair while you threw up and offered some affirmations in order to soothe you of your anxious.

“Have you gotten sick?” Simon asked while looking puzzled.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s been like this since I woke up” You panted before going through another round of puking.

Simon questioned himself and tried to put the pieces together. It couldn’t be a flu or an infection. Confused and desperate, Simon pulled out his phone with one hand while the other continued to hold onto your hair. He called his mate that worked in the infirmary at base, searching for the answers there.

“This is Ghost. I need your help, mate. It’s about Noora, she’s sick”

“Hey, ghost. Could you maybe explain what’s wrong with her so I can paint a picture?”

“She’s vomiting nonstop and she said she feels very nauseous. Is this a flu or some other contagious shit?”

“Hmmm, when did she last have her period?”

“What? How am I supposed-“ Simon shifted to you.

“Noora, when did you last have your period?”

“It’s been two months since I’ve got it” You said after doing some thinking.

“Two months” Simon repeated.

“Anything else wrong?”

Simon repeated the nurse’s question to you and you had to think thoroughly again which was impossible, because of the nausea and the brutal fatigue that fogged your mind.

“I’m not sure….I keep getting heartburn and my skin itches sometimes” You said which Simon repeated.

“Let me talk with my colleagues and I’ll call you back soon. They are more of an expert than I am and I’m sure they can clarify my suspicions”

“Suspicions?” Simon repeated in confusion.

“Well, to me, these are symptoms of pregnancy, but I’ll need my colleagues to clarify if I’m correct”

As soon as those words entered his ear and got processed by his brain, a huge smile popped up on his face. His heart started beating in a rapid pace, his heart was beating with hope. If he was lucky, then one of his dreams were about to come true. But he was trying not to get his hopes up high yet, but he kept on praying and hoping that you were carrying his child. And as soon as he hung up on the nurse, he was impatient. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days.

And as soon as the ring signal went off, Simon rushed to pick up, which gave him more adrenaline than the battlefield.

“Congratulations, Simon, you’re going to be a dad”

Simon couldn’t believe those words. It all felt untrue, it all felt like a dream and his smile was close to cracking his face open. He was going to be a dad, he was going to have a child with you, the person he loved more than anything, even his military life. But he bought a pregnancy test just to be sure that he’s not being met with false hope. And when the test came out positive, he couldn’t help but hug you and kiss you to death. He couldn’t help himself, since the happiness took its tolls on him and made him out of control. But Simon was also scared. Scared that he’ll fuck up like his father did, scared that he’ll be a bad dad. The feeling of both uncertainty and undeniable happiness was suffocating him, more than he’d like. But he was going to keep it cool, for your sake.

You were also happy. You’re carrying the child of the person you loved the most in the whole world. And every time you and Simon bought gender neutral baby clothes, you couldn’t help but shed smiles in adoration to the small baby clothes. Simon struggled with building the baby crib and he cursed out of frustration which you giggled to. You went to ultra sound and saw the little baby that was forming inside of your stomach, you and Simon cried happy tears staring at the screen while held your hand. The bump on your stomach grew bigger and bigger and Simon loved placing his ears against your stomach to feel the small kicks from your belly. He even gave kisses to the stomach while talking to the child inside and you giggling.

When the child was big enough to determine which gender it is, you found out that you and Simon were having a baby boy. You and Simon were discussing names, he wanted to name your child ‘Alex’ while you wanted to name him ‘Joel’ it was a huge dilemma but you two settled for ‘Joel’ at last.

You were eight months pregnant, until you got called back to base by Price. The mission was reaching its end and there was one last move needed so he gathered all of the people. You were anxious about going back to the military while being highly pregnant, so was Simon. But you were going to put up with it anyways. Simon promised to retire from the military after the mission, allowing you two living a safe and civilian life, and being able to raise your baby.

The mission was going smoothly, than any of you thought. Despite being in love and pregnant, you still had that fire in you. The fire that yet burned strong, the sisu in you. You were going to fight, for your unborn child and beloved Simon. You finally saw sense when your mom had told you while you were in a coma to let people in and that love is what makes you stronger. Damn right, she was right. You felt a different kind of strength in you. You were now fighting for love and your future, instead of blood and destruction. The ice cold shell that were once burying your heart, had melted and drained away, now your heart was breathing and beating freely as it pleased.

You could finally breathe out in relief and relax your tensed muscles as the mission finally ended in success. The whole base noticed your large bump that was the proof of your pregnancy. They all congratulated you and Simon. Soap and Gaz loved talking to the bump and feel as unborn Joel kicked against their hands, making them laugh out.

“He got the same fire in his belly as his momma” Soap laughed as you did the same.

You entered the captain’s office with Simon to confirm your retirement and he instantly reacted to the large bump on your stomach as he stood up from his chair. But you recognised the captain a bit, now that you weren’t lying to yourself anymore. You took a good look at every inch of his features. It was David’s, your dad, your first ever dad. You teared up.

“Me and my girl wants to retire from the military, I’m sure you can see why” Simon said while caressing your large bump.

“I-uhm. Of course, that’s fine..” Captain David’s said while rummaging through his desk, then shelves to pull out two papers.

“You’ll need to sign these”

Simon and you signed the papers before turning to leave, but you stopped to look back at the captain.

“Dad?” You said, that caused a strong reaction from the captain as he instantly started shedding tears and you instantly understood that it was what he was to you before, that’s the spot he had in your heart before.

“My child, I’ve missed being a dad to you” David’s said before pulling you into a hug, which you returned with now tears shedding on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for being heartless towards you. I’ve missed having a dad” You said while crying into your dad’s shirt.

You pulled away, grabbing his hand to place on your bump. He could feel the small little kicks.

“That’s is your grandson” You said.

“I’ll- I’ll be a grandpa, oh gods”

“But a great one. Me and Simon will visit base as often as we can so you can meet little Joel” You said while giving your dad a reassuring squeeze on his hand on your bump, before pulling away and offering a smile.

“I’ll see you soon again, dad” You said while walking out.

David’s felt whole again, like his heart was being plastered together again. He was not only getting to be a dad again, but also a grandpa. He couldn’t be any more happier and he’s excited for the little boy’s arrival into the world. But he got his daughter back and that was all he ever asked for.

Your water broke so Simon speed drove through red lights and traffic. You gave birth to baby Joel and both you and Simon cried tears of happiness. Simon didn’t wanna hold baby Joel as he was scared that he was going to break him. Baby Joel reminded you somewhat of Simon, he’s inherited Simon’s chocolate brown eyes and blonde hair, while baby Joel inherited some of your facial features. He was the perfect mixture between you and Simon. You fed baby Joel to ease his hunger and it felt strange, that your son was finally here in your arms. But the happiness you felt was incomparable to everything else.

“Simon, do you wanna hold him?” You asked, exhaustion causing your eyes to close and open, your voice low.

“I-I dont think I should. I don’t wanna break him”

“You won’t, come here. I’ll show you how to hold him” Simon walked closer to you and gently put his hands under Joel, ready to lift him up but still unsure how.

“One hand is supporting Joel’s head and the other hand on his back. When you’ve got him in your arms, wrap him inside of them, make sure it’s not too tight” You said and Simon slowly and gently followed your instructions.

Simon held baby Joel in his arms for the first time. Simon couldn’t believe it, that his son was finally here. He stared at Joel’s face, seeing he got his daddy’s eyes and hair colour and mommy’s facial features mixed with his own. Simon is happy, unbelievably happy, he’s never been this happy in his life, not since he held Joseph, his nephew.

Simon sat down with baby Joel in his arms on a chair, very close to your hospital bed. You looked at both of them with adoration, the way Simon smiled and almost cried again and the way baby Joel was on the verge of falling asleep in Simon’s arms. Simon gained confidence and proudly cradled your son in his arms. A little while after baby Joel fell asleep in Simon’s arms and you could see the way Simon admired Joel’s cute sleeping face and small light snores.

“He’s perfect” Simon said, on the verge of tears as the happiness was too immense. He lowered his face to kiss Joel’s round cheeks. You smiled at them, but you got tired and drifted off soon after. You dreamt sweet dreams, for once.

Baby Joel was born one month ago, but for you and Simon it felt like it was yesterday. You two couldn’t believe that your son was growing up so fast. You brought baby Joel to base so he could visit your dad, like you promised, but also your friends. Soap insisted on holding baby Joel while you were catching up with everyone else, which you and Simon obliged to. Soap was after all signed as Joel’s godfather, because he was Simon’s closest friend.

“What a handsome lass you are” Soap giggled as he tickled Joel on his stomach, which made Joel burst out laughing. Baby Joel’s laughter got everyone staring in adoration, like puppies at him, but Joel enjoyed the attention.

Your dad also got to hold baby Joel and he couldn’t believe that he’s now a grandpa too, it was all he could ever ask for.

“He’s the perfect mixture of you and Simon” Your dad said in admiration.

“He definitely is, but he’s got the fire in the belly like his momma” Simon giggled.

“Yeah, but he’s got his daddy’s temper” You giggled.

The reunion was interrupted when someone burst into the room with panic.

“Captain Silvester is here!” He screamed.

You felt a knot in your stomach. It’s your captain, Finnish captain. He’s probably here to collect his soldiers, but you wouldn’t let him take you away. You gave baby Joel to Gaz, telling him to keep Joel with him somewhere safe and secluded in case, as you, Simon, your dad and Soap headed outside to meet Captain Silvester. You clenched your fists as soon as you laid eyes on his face as he walked out from the aviation with six other soldiers tailing behind him.

“Noora, we’ve come for you and Leo and you David’s, we have a deal, lend us the money” He said with a smug look that disgusted you. His eyes were searching around you for Leo.

“Where’s that dammed idiot? Is he dead yet?” Captain laughed mockingly.

He crossed the line. Of course he wouldn’t care about Leo if he’s dead. All he was here for was the money. But this could be your chance to sever your part in his military. You’ve learned the hard way of what cruelty and loneliness does to a person, what it did to Leo. How it ate from him, how it killed him.

“Yes….he’s dead and it’s all because of your shitty rules ‘vulnerability is weakness’ my ass!” You lashed out at him, facing his shocked expression at your rebellion.

“You serve ME and you address me as Captain and you obey my rules”

“You don’t deserve it, you’re a heartless and cruel man. You think you’re a god amongst the soldiers, a fallen saint, but all you are is a pathetic man who’s never felt anything besides arrogance. Do you know why a huge amount of your soldiers die so often? It’s because they don’t wanna live anymore!They don’t wanna live a life that’s miserable, that puts them through and endless cycle of suffering. Because of you!”

You’re doing this for Leo and for Silvester’s soldiers, giving them time to rethink their choices, making them open their eyes. You can see their terrified faces, you can sense that they see sense in your words and that it scares them. Just one more push and they’ll leave Silvester.

“Excuse me! We strive for a future, and love weakens a person. Love is what gets you killed” Silvester said, almost tearing up. He knows that you’re right, but he’s in a deep state of denial. He can’t handle the truth, neither the immense guilt that he’s been killing his soldiers for so long.

“You’re wrong. Love is what makes you stronger, love is what keeps you fighting, love is what gives you a meaning to live” You could see the soldiers faces flicker with realisation, they know exactly what you mean and they understand that it’s what they want. A meaning, a fighting will.

“You’re selfish because you’re killing your own soldiers for your own benefits, that’s not fitting of a Captain. That’s not worthy of respect”

Silvester’s face changed from uncertainty to anger. He was angry at your words, that you spoke of the harsh truth that he’s been shoving away.

“Soldiers, kill them quickly” Silvester ordered.

Simon instantly pulled you close to him so he could protect you, afraid for your safety, more than his own. A fear flickered on your face as you suddenly thought about Joel. What will happen to him if you die? Will he be safe with Gaz if they started shooting?

Your worries eased a little as you saw the soldiers that stood before you falter. They didn’t raise their guns, neither touch them. They didn’t wanna use them, they didn’t wanna kill. They didn’t wanna be as cruel and ruthless like Silvester. Silvester looked angrily at them.

“Fire! What the hell are you waiting for?” He screamed, but they didn’t oblige to his command and he grew impatient.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself” He said, reloading a gun and aimed at you before a loud shot was heard and he fell limp against the ground revealing one of his soldiers holding a gun.

Blood pooled around him, painting the grass red. His lungs were gasping after air. But before he could grab his gun that laid beside him, a foot tramped on his hand to prevent him from reaching any further, causing him to scream out in pain. It was the same man who shot him. The man was fuming with anger.

“This is for my little sister who died because of you!” The man screamed and fired a last bullet at Silvester’s head, ending his life quickly. The man then turned his attention to you, giving you a nod that contained of gratitude and respect, which you returned as the man saved your life.

“What happens now? Who will we serve?” A woman from the back asked. She sounded concerned, but also excited.

You watched in relief as the soldiers ripped of their emotionless, cruel mask and became vulnerable, proudly doing it. You also felt relief that Silvester was dead and there wasn’t going to be any demonstrations to how cruel he could be. You sigh in relief and hug Simon tightly.

“You can join me. I will return your respect, I will care for your wellbeing and you can love just anyone you want. Vulnerability has no limits here” Your dad spoke up while approaching them, shaking their hands.

“You can call me David’s”

“I’ll happily join you then, David’s” The man smiled and the others screamed out ‘me too’

David’s happily took in all of the six and their wellbeing suddenly increased by this interaction. It warmed your heart that you could save them and that they already felt happiness. David’s really needed more people in his team and they were all trained with different skills and proficiencies that would come handy. Simon gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m so proud of you, love. You’re a hero” Simon said.

You smiled up at him “Let’s go get our Joel”

One day, you had put Joel to sleep in his crib and you went down to take care of the dishes. Simon had a plan, one that you were unaware of. He sneaked behind you like a phantom thinking you didn’t notice him as you were standing at the sink with your back facing him.

“What are you up to? I know you’re there” You giggled as you turned around to meet his displeased look.

“Why are you always so damn perceptive” He scoffed and you laughed.

“That’s what the military does to you” You offered him a genuine smile, that kind that shoots through your heart like a Cupid with an arrow.

You finished the dishes and walked up to him, standing on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. But suddenly, Simon kneels on the floor, making you confused at first.

“Simon, what are y-“ You started before he pulled out that velvet red box you saw months ago. Your mind changed from confused to excited in an instant. Simon opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring inside that almost blinded you with its shine. Your heart beat sped up as Simon gently held on of your hands and the box in another.

“Noora…” He started before coughing to ease the lump of nervousness in his throat “Will you be mine forever and all that kind of shit?”

You laughed with excitement “Stupid, I was already yours years ago”

Simon’s face filled with hope and joy as he stared with his brown eyes into yours that shined like stars in a night sky. He drowned in yours, leaving his mouth wide open, unable to speak. He’s floating in space.

“But yes, I’ll marry you, Simon” You said while jumping up and down while holding his hand. But he was unresponsive and it was funny. He didn’t move at all, he was a statue.

“Simon, I call you from earth” You teased, but nothing happened, so you had to take matters into your own hands.

You kissed him passionately and he came down to earth again, giving in, but taking the lead - again. When you felt that he was conscious again, you pulled away and Simon wasted no time in sliding the ring on your finger and standing up again. He scooped you up in his arms as he smiled widely, like his face would crack. He started walking with you in his arms.

“Where are you taking us?” You asked.

“We’re going to try for a daughter, wife” Simon said bluntly, leaving you amazed that he called you wife despite you two only being fiancés.

“But we’re not married ye-“ You said before Simon cut you off.

“Hush, wife, you’re spoiling the fun” Simon teased and you scoffed.

“We can’t even, not when Joel’s sleeping in the same room”

“I always prepare. That’s what the military does to you” Simon teased as he pulled you into a room that had rose petals scattered all around and lit candles - in the bathroom. You and Simon literally had sex in the bathtub, against the cold porcelain. You two could barely fit in the bathtub together as Simon’s large as build was too big to fit you both. You had to literally sit on his lap while grinding against him as it was impossible to lay down. Simon peppered you with marks, from your neck to chest as you grind on his hard cock.

Few weeks later the pregnancy test was positive. You were pregnant with your second child and this time it was a girl you were expecting. You and Simon agreed to name the baby girl after your dead mom, which healed you in some way.

You and Simon got married a year later at base. One year old Joel was running around in his small tuxedo while you held your baby girl in your arms. Soap, Gaz and Price were Simon’s best men as he couldn’t choose one. Your dad was the one to walk you down the aisle, proud of his daughter and proud of his two grand-babies. And as soon as the priest pronounced you and Simon husband and wife, Simon pulled you into a long passionate kiss, not giving a damn about how long it took for him to let go. You happily obliged, now being the happiest woman alive. Simon being the happiest man alive.

The end (thank you for reading my first series. It means a lot. Love u 💙

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