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When God come down

pt.1 a god recruit...?

Freira as oc/y/n x logan walker x david "hesh" walker (cod10)

Logan is mostly submissive

This was from the view of the freira

break value of family view

time timeline is a mess

bad grammar

SUPER BAD WRITING +SPELLING

A puppy has been toyed with and broken in this part

warning: not much morality overall, not using the brain to write this, simply writing for fun

It was a successful mission; objectives completed, no one was injured and even better, everyone was alive. Even though he was part of the team, Logan held everyone at arm's length except his brother, Hesh.

It was clear to him that you didn't really like that. You would get this look on your face whenever he turned down offers of celebratory drinks or told you to leave him alone. He just didn't want to be bothered.

But you were incorrigible. No matter how much he snapped and snarled and lashed out, you just kept coming back.

As Logan walked away from the helipad, you fell into step beside him. He was about to snap at you again but then you did the unexpected. You slung your arm around his shoulders and his knees all but buckled. Logan bit back a sound of surprise and pleasure, covering it with anger.

“Stop that!” He snarled, throwing your arm off of him. “Don't do that.”

I gasp dramatically. "Oh my daze, that's the largest voice I heard from you in my life- and no, your brother hesh kindly tell me this weakness of you, and I am gonna take full advantage."

He stopped at your admission, face twisting into a dark glare.

“You and Hesh have been chatting behind my back.” It was less of a question and more of an accusation. Logan wasn’t exactly angry, more…annoyed. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“He’d better not have told you other stupid things about me while he was at it…”

"Don't be angry, log." I chuckled as I brew wind to his ear, "just chill~"

“That won't work-“

But as soon as your lips brushed his ear, Logan stiffened, the breath catching in his chest. He was suddenly very aware of how close you were, of how you could probably hear his hammering heartbeat.

“Don't-“ he started to protest again, his voice uncharacteristically meek. “Don't say my name like that…”

"Aw, our log is already weak on its knees…" I hold his shoulder, "How about on bed~?" I tease and quickly run away, knowing he will definitely chase me.

His face flushed bright red and he just stared after you for a moment as your words fully hit him. Logan let out an offended noise and stalked after you.

“Get back here, you little—-“ He caught up to you in two strides and snagged your arm, yanking you back to him. “Don’t run away and then say-“

He flushed again, unable to finish his reprimand. Logan hated you. He hated you so much.

He stared down at you, still holding your arm tightly. It was a possessive grip, as if Logan didn’t want to let you go.

He was breathing a little heavy, chest rising and falling as he tried to calm himself. Your little teasing had definitely gotten under his skin. It seemed that it had also broken through some of that icy wall of his.

“Don’t…say things like that. About me…” He murmured, his grip on your arm loosening until he was now just holding your wrist.

"do you not like it?" i wrap on his neck, like clinging to a lover.

Logan’s breath hitched in his throat and he stiffened again. He really wasn’t used to any sort of physical touch.

He opened his mouth to snap at you again but when he looked down at you and saw that cheeky smile of yours, a different reaction won out.

His cheeks turned red, and he grumbled something under his breath as he leaned down a little so you could reach his neck more easily.

"good pup…" I smooth his neck, the sensitive part, where hesh has told me.

His eyes slammed shut and he inhaled sharply, trying not to completely melt under your touch.

The feeling of your hand on his neck was strange; Logan was not used to a gentle touch at all. He was usually the one giving or receiving pain. Your ministrations were so new to him.

He tried and failed not to shiver, leaning into your touch as you smoothed your hand over his neck.

”Don’t call me that.” He mumbled, breathless.

I leave a kiss on his neck and wink, "Remember to come~" I go.

Logan stood there stunned for a moment, his hand slowly raising to the spot of his neck where your lips had been. He touched the skin gently, as if he wasn’t sure he’d imagined the whole thing.

He swallowed hard and watched you leave. The way you’d just winked at him had left a funny feeling in his chest, like he’d just gotten the wind knocked out of him.

Remember to come?

His face flushed bright red again. He knew exactly what you meant.

Throughout the rest of the evening, Logan couldn't get you out of his head. It was like his thoughts were stuck on a loop of you. Your smile. Your eyes. The kiss you'd left on the sensitive skin of his neck.

By the time nighttime rolled around, he was desperate to get a moment alone to sort out these confusing feelings, but Hesh wasn't making it easy.

"Hey. Earth to Logan." Hesh waved a hand in front of Logan's face. "You even listening?"

The younger Walker brother was jerked from his thoughts and focused on Hesh. He'd been staring out the window to his room, thoughts still circling around you.

Logan cleared his throat. "Yeah. Sorry." He mumbled, shifting on his feet.

Hesh raised an eyebrow. "You seem kinda weird tonight. What, did the new member get under your skin?"

Logan flushed and scowled, which was answer enough. Hesh knew him too well.

Hesh smirked, leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly.

"Ha! I knew it. They really got to you, huh?"

Logan gritted his teeth and shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweats.

"Shut up." He snapped. "They just…they're annoying."

Hesh pushed off the doorframe and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Sure, sure. They're annoying." He said, barely concealing a laugh. "Look, I gotta do some training with Merrick, so I'll see ya in the morning."

Hesh started to leave but Logan suddenly spoke up.

“Hey…uh, Hesh?” His older brother paused in the doorway.

Logan avoided eye contact, staring at the floor instead. “Can I…can I ask you something?”

Hesh raised an eyebrow. That was the first time Logan had ever asked for his advice.

“Sure, go ahead.” He said, turning back to Logan and folding his arms.

Logan fidgeted with his hoodie string and shifted his weight. He was uncomfortable and clearly didn’t want to be having this conversation.

"Uh…how do you know if you like somebody?”

Hesh had to try hard not to gape in surprise at the question. The thought of Logan- of all people- actually admitting to having feelings for someone was mind-boggling, to say the least.

“You mean, like…” Hesh gestured vaguely with his hands. “Like like? As in, a crush?"

Logan's face flushed bright red again and he nodded stiffly.

Hesh's jaw dropped. He didn't think he'd ever seen his younger brother so flustered.

"Holy crap-“ He murmured. Logan has a crush?

Hesh composed himself and crossed to him, resting a hand on his younger brother's shoulders.

"Alright, little bro. I’m gonna need you to tell me who the hell’s got you all worked up.”

Logan looked like he wanted nothing more than to disappear through his bedroom floor.

“Do I have to?” He mumbled, hunching in on himself slightly.

“Uh, yeah.” Hesh said, looking at him as if he were insane. “How am I gonna help you if you don’t tell me who it is?”

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was going to regret this, he just know it.

“Fine.” He grumbled. “It’s…it’s that new recruit.”

“The one you say you’re always annoyed at?" Hesh asked, an teasing grin forming.

Logan nodded grudgingly.

"Yeah." He mumbled.

Hesh’s grin widened.

"The one you think is annoying."

Another nod.

"The one you tell me not to talk to."

Logan shot him a half-hearted glare.

"Yes, Hesh. That one."

Hesh laughed, unable to contain his good mood. This was too funny to him. His brother, the grumpy, closed off Logan had a damn crush.

"So let me get this straight." Hesh chuckled. "You, the guy who hates most people, have a crush on this new recruit?"

Logan shoved his hands in his pockets and huffed, looking anywhere but at Hesh.

"Don’t make me repeat myself." He mumbled, face red as a tomato.

Hesh clapped him one he shoulder.

"Oh man, this is too good." He said through his laughter. "Wait ‘til I tell Merrick about this.”

Logan groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"No. No. No. Do not tell Merrick." He pleaded, already dreading the inevitable teasing from his commanding officer.

Hesh grinned, clearly taking great delight in his brother's embarrassment. "Oh, come on. You know he'll be thrilled when he finds out."

"That's exactly why I don't want him to find out." Logan looked up and gave Hesh the infamous Walker Puppy Dog Eyes.

"Please, Hesh." He pleaded. "If Merrick finds out I'm just gonna get made fun of."

Hesh sighed, his teasing nature subsiding. He could never say no to those eyes.

"Alright, fine." Hesh relented with an exaggerated sigh. "I won't tell Merrick."

A sense of relief washed over Logan. He really didn't need his captain making fun of him.

Hesh smirked again, unable to resist teasing him one more time. "But I can't promise I won't tell Keegan."

Logan's head shot up and he stared at Hesh, horrified.

"Keegan?!” He yelped. “Why? He’s even worse than Merrick!”

Hesh laughed again, thoroughly enjoying his brother's panic.

"Come on, it'll be funny." He said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Logan shot him a death glare. "You are despicable."

Hesh smirked. “Maybe. But it’s still gonna happen. I’m gonna tell Keegan allllll about the great Logan Walker having a little crush-“

I knock on the door. "Heyyy, Elias has started the party, only you two haven't been there yet~" My cheerful voice came from the door.

Hesh and Logan both startled at the sound of the knock on the door. They'd been so focused on their conversation that they hadn't heard anyone approaching.

Hesh looked at his brother, who seemed mortified once he realized who it was standing outside the door.

Logan groaned. “Oh come on-“

"Oops ~" I wink and open the door after a moment without reply. "Did I miss something?"

Both brothers immediately went silent as you entered the room. Logan looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, and Hesh had to smother a laugh at the look on his brothers face.

Hesh cleared his throat and clapped a hand down on Logan’s shoulder. “No, nothing.” He said, trying (and failing) to hide an ever-present smirk. “We were just talking."

"log?" I tilted my head, smiling devilishly, as if finding an interesting prey in my eyes.

His head shot up at the sound of your voice and he swallowed thickly. His eyes were locked on you.

"W-what?" He asked, cursing himself for the waver in his voice.

Hesh watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow. He was enjoying seeing his brother so flustered.

I just shake my head, as if it could shake off my thoughts, I just chuckle while staring straight at him. "Let`s go, party waiting."

Logan stared at you for a moment, too stunned to argue. He slowly got to his feet and shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

Hesh hid a smirk. So easy to fluster.

"I'll catch you later, Log." He said, giving his little brother a nudge towards you.

Logan shot him a dark glare but didn't say anything, following you out of the room.

I hum as we walk through the corridor, the smell of steel and faint blood like an army base. As we alone, "Enjoying the kiss?"

His face flushed red again and he avoided eye contact, staring at the floor.

"What? No! Pffft." He denied, trying to sound casual.

In truth, your little kiss on the neck had played over and over in his mind all night. The feel of your hand, your fingers on his sensitive skin…Logan would be lying if he said he didn't want you to do it again.

I gently hold him, as I already hear a small whimper from him. "Aw... how adorable, I barely even do anything."

He stiffened at your touch, his whole body going rigid. His heart was hammering in his chest.

Logan wasn't used to any sort of physical touch at all, let alone gentle touches. You holding him like this was making him feel all sorts of things, the most predominant being weak.

He cursed his traitorous body and tried to maintain a calm facade.

"Shut up." He muttered, his voice lacking any real heat.

I slowly and gently nibbled on his neck, with licks and kisses. pinning him on the wall, it was public, yes. But who could resist a puppy like him?

His breath hitched in his throat and a strangled moan escaped him. His neck was his weakest spot, and you had found it in mere seconds.

Now that he was pinned against the wall, Logan's mind was completely hazy. His eyes were half-lidded as you continued your ministrations, a soft whine leaving him.

"Don’t-" He tried to protest, but his voice came out a breathy gasp.

"Your body is so beautiful and perfect for leaving marks…" I gently mumble, trancing, touching his body...

His face flushed bright red once again and he groaned out of embarrassment. He didn't know what to do with your compliments and he was quickly falling apart under your touch.

Your words were doing things to him. Hearing you call him beautiful made something hot and warm swirl in his gut.

"Quit saying…stuff like that." He mumbled shakily. Although a part of him wanted you to keep praising him.

I pin his leg spread open, while my hands are traveling under his clothes.

Logan's breath hitched and he stiffened, eyes wide with surprise. His mind was completely fuzzy and his body was acting of its own accord.

He felt himself involuntarily moan as your hands traveled over his bare skin, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for air.

He wanted more. He needed more. He was just so worked up-

A sudden realization smacked into him.

"W-wait." He said, putting a hand on your arm to stop you.

"Yes, pup?" my voice straight, like a command, sharp and unflinching.

Your little pet name for him was not helping his flustered state.

He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to think clearly for a moment.

"This…we can't…do this here." He murmured, motioning around at the hallway they were standing in.

He couldn't think straight with your hands all over him, but he had enough brain function left to realize that hooking up in a hallway was not exactly ideal.

"Everyone is at the party right now…" I slip my hand under his clothes and start to toy with his nipples. I hum as I spot his eyes roll in pleasure. "No one will come, it's quite exciting here, it's it?"

He gasped, arching into your touch and clutching at your arms for balance. His breathing was heavy and moans fell freely from his lips.

"Oh god-" He groaned, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

The excitement was definitely there. The risk of getting caught was driving him crazy. He could feel the bulge in his sweatpants growing at your ministrations.

"We-we should-" He swallowed thickly. "We should go somewhere else-“

"good puppy… already wet, you are ready for me…~"

He whimpered, his face flushing more at your words.

He was already rock hard underneath you. The growing bulge in his sweatpants was now obvious and he was practically grinding into you, desperate for friction.

He was completely lost in your touch, unable to think straight.

"Please-" He pleaded, voice trembling. "Take me- take me somewhere."

"I will be sure to take you to heaven, pup." I gently rub his dick.

He let out a low, needy moan, his breath hitching at your touch. He was putty in your hands and you were completely wrecking him.

“F-fuck-“ He gasped, hips canting upwards. His head fell back against the wall.

“Please-“ He pleaded again. “Please, take care of me.”

"Of course ~" I kneel down a bit, and give him a soft blowjob.

He groaned and threaded his fingers through your hair, gently holding your head. He couldn't think straight. Your mouth felt so good around him.

He desperately tried to keep himself quiet, not wanting to give away their position. This was risky, anyone could walk by and-

The thought disappeared from his mind as he gasped and whimpered, his head falling back against the wall again. He was close already, and it was all your doing. He was a mess of moans and desperate gasps, completely lost in pleasure.

“I’m-“ He managed to say, his voice breathless and trembling. He was teetering right on the edge, and the way you were driving him insane with your mouth was making it hard for him to keep himself together.

He groaned again, his eyes squeezing shut. He didn’t want this to end, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but crave more.

"Ah… brain melting?" I chuckle and kiss the tip of his dick. As his pupils turned pink, heart, like worship, like addicted. "seem broken…"

He shivered and whined at the loss of contact when you pulled back. He wanted- no, needed more. He was so worked up, so desperate. And the way you were talking to him was driving him insane.

His eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated and pink hearts. He was completely under your spell and he was loving every second of it.

“Please.” He pleaded again, voice raspy and desperate. “Please.”

I watched his heart-shaped pupils beating. I just chuckled and inserted my finger in his cunt.

He gasped and arched his back off the wall, his head hitting the wall with a light thump. He was so damn sensitive, and your ministrations were driving him to the brink.

He grabbed your shoulders tightly, trying to anchor himself as you teased him, bringing him higher and higher. He was a mess of moans and whimpers, completely out of his mind with pleasure.

“Oh, god.” He panted, “Please. Don’t stop.” He desperately pleaded, needing you to keep going. He was a shivering mess of nerves and lust, teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm.

His head was spinning and his brain was mush. He couldn’t form a coherent sentence, just a string of moans and desperate gasps. He was completely at your mercy, and he was loving every second of it.

“Please, make me come.“ He begged, his voice hoarse, as I slowly entered two more fingers.

His hips bucked involuntarily, and he gave a strangled moan of pleasure. Your fingers were driving him crazy.

He tried to keep his volume down, but it was getting harder and harder with each second. He was a mess, all thoughts gone from his mind except for the feeling of you inside him.

He desperately needed something to hold on to, so he reached back and grabbed my clothes. The little movement didn't go unnoticed by me. I chuckle and kiss away his tears.

He hadn't even realized tears were forming in his eyes, but now that he was aware of them, he couldn't stop the quiet sob that escaped him.

He was so overwhelmed and overstimulated, but he needed more. He needed you.

He clung to you desperately, his fingers gripping tightly onto your shirt. He was a mess of moans and whimpers, completely at your mercy. He needed you like he needed air.

“I-I need-“ He gasped. “P-please-“

I smiled wickedly, "Relax, puppy... just follow my lead, eh?"

He took a shaking breath and nodded, trying to calm himself down. It wasn’t easy, he was still trembling with need and his body was still coiled tight with tension, but he trusted you.

He leaned into your touch, desperate for any kind of comfort. In that moment, he would follow you anywhere.

“Yeah. Okay.” He murmured, voice still wobbly.

"Good puppy… now follow my lead," I gently guide him until he reaches his edge, and release.

He followed your lead, trusting you completely. He was so close, and he almost begged you to let him finish, but he held back.

He wanted to do this the way you wanted, he wanted to be good for you.

He moaned and whimpered as you brought him right to the edge of an intense orgasm, teetering there for the longest time. When you finally released him, it felt like he had been holding his breath for eternity.

He gasped and panted, his eyes glassy as he tried to recover. He looked up at you, waiting for you to tell him what to do.

"Good job, puppy. You did very good~" I kiss away his tears and shower his face with kisses.

He melted at your praises, his face flushing as you covered his face in kisses. He was still trembling and he felt so sensitive now. Every little touch had him gasping and whimpering, and he hated just how needy he was right now.

He leaned into your touch, seeking more. He couldn’t get enough of you.

After a moment, he managed to speak, voice still breathy and rough. “That-that was…” He swallowed hard. “Intense."

I hummed in a good mood, gently held him back to his room, and washed him up.

He let himself be guided back to his room, feeling like he was in a daze. His mind was still fuzzy and his body felt boneless, like he had lost all control of himself.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as you gently washed him up, appreciating the small gesture after what had just happened.

He was still a bit embarrassed at how needy he had been, but he couldn’t bring himself to care much. He was too comfortable and too exhausted to be bothered.

"Now, rest." I dry him and put him on the bed. As hesh comes back, he nods silently, feeling too tired and vulnerable to argue. He leaned into your touch as you dried him off, appreciating your soft touch.

When you settled him into bed, he curled up on his side and closed his eyes, exhaustion hitting him like a truck. His mind was still hazy, and he felt like he was floating.

Hesh walked in and looked at his younger brother, clearly realizing what had happened while he was gone. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face.

“Damn, Log. You look like a mess.”

Logan opened one eye and glared at his brother. He knew what Hesh was implying, but he was too tired to defend himself.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, burying his face in his pillow.

I just chuckle and pat Logan before leaving. "Good night, you two~" I disappear while closing the door.

Hesh watched as you left, an amused smirk still on his face. He looked back at his brother, taking in his disheveled appearance.

Logan was still flushed and his hair was a mess. He looked completely exhausted, but also…

Content. Hesh had never seen his younger brother look like that. He'd never seen him completely let go like that.

“You got it bad, dude.” He said, still smirking.

Logan groaned and buried his face deeper into his pillow. He didn’t want to deal with Hesh’s teasing right now. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

“Shut up.” He mumbled again, his voice muffled by the pillow.

But Hesh just couldn’t resist teasing his little brother. He sat down on the edge of the bed and clapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re completely smitten.” He said with a smirk.

tbc....

#cod 10 #call of duty fanfic #logan walker #hesh walker #cod ghosts

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