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salbei-141 · 5 days

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My girl (Wanda x reader)

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word count: 1.2k

warnings: 18+, fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, trauma, death, love confession, etc.

a/n: woah, first post of the year...almost 5 months into the year...wbk a schedule doesn't exist here.

So, there were a few things that made me realise I was bi and Elizabeth Olsen was one of them - can you blame me? So I propose this!

Also, y'all please if I get any lore incorrect do not come for me, I haven't watched Marvel in a while, and nor can I be bothered to rewatch them either, SUE ME.

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You and Wanda were best friends and had grown up together in Sokovia - your home country destroyed by the supposed American hero Tony Stark himself. You remember it as clear as day - being huddled between Wanda and Pietro. None of you moved, still as day, and terrified - it was a kind of fear you'd hope you'd never have to experience again. You remember the cries of Wanda as you held onto each other - you were just children at the time, it was a diabolical event to be forced to endure.

To this day you were unsure of what happened to your parents - you could only assume the same had happened to them as had happened to the Maximoff's parents, but you couldn't say for definite, and it weirdly gave you some sort of peace not knowing the brutality of how they had died - although you'd hoped it was quick and succinct in nature.

You were all in your 20s now, and yet not a year had gone by since that day where you'd forgotten the trauma of it all - it weighed upon your shoulders day in and day out like a parasite. What followed the bombing wasn't any better…you were mutants - or at least that's how some people had described you. You felt stronger now though - it felt freeing almost, there was little to fear now. However, nothing could save you from the memories…you, Wanda and Pietro still fell victim to your childhood trauma - especially Wanda.

"Wanda?" you walked into her room tentatively after hearing the soft sounds of her cries - it tore your heart into two, knowing the pain she was in, and more so that she was enduring it alone was hurting you in an indescribable manner that you always felt upon seeing her in any severity of distress.

She was led on her bed curled up like a child clutching onto a teddy you'd got for her Christmas several years ago - it warmed your heart that she still held it so closely and for comfort. You watched as her head turned slightly - her eyes were red and slightly puffy, but she said nothing to you as you stood at the door.

You closed her door silently and moved towards her tentatively as you sat on the side of her bed staring down at her with soft eyes. Moving your hand, you gently carded your fingers through her auburn locks, watching as tears silently rolled down her reddened cheeks.

You remained sat at the edge of her bed, and gently beckoned her into your arms, "Come here, I got you". Instead, she pulled you further onto her bed, so the both of you could get comfortable before she then sunk into the comfort of your arms as she continued to cry into your chest. You moved slightly to adjust to a more comfortable position with her in your arms, and felt as her grip tightened, "I'm not going anywhere…I'll never leave you Wanda". She looked up at you with desperate eyes, "Never?". "Never", you confirmed and kissed her on the forehead as you pulled her against your chest again, holding her with a conviction that you'd only ever designate to her.

You don't know how long had gone by, but Wanda still lay in your arms, having calmed down now. You had been gently running your fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, feeling as she'd occasionally shiver from your touch.

"Y/N?"

She looked up from your chest with those round, soft eyes that made you cave to her every request.

"Hm?"

You looked back down meeting her gaze, watching as she searched your eyes.

"Thank you."

Tucking a strand of her hair that had fallen across her face back behind her ear, you smiled softly, speaking in a whisper almost, "I'd do anything for you".

"I know", and she stared at you just adoringly as you had been staring at her - neither of you quite aware of the emotions that had transgressed the platonic relationship you both maintained - fearful of losing one another over the looming prospect of an unrequited love. How naive you both were.

You let your hand linger on the side of her face - never having drawn back once her hair had been tucked. Your fingers delicately caressed her cheek - feeling the way it warmed under your touch.

You watched intently as her eyes flickered between your eyes and lips. Should you? You didn't know, scared to ruin things and lose your best friend, but she was also the woman you'd grown to love - she was more than your friend, and she knew that too - you'd both been yearning for this for years – too naïve to notice one another’s loving gazes.

"please", her voice was quiet, meek almost, but you could hear the plead in her voice.

Her eyes looked into your own – begging for your attention, and that's when you'd had enough, you leaned forward – teasingly stopping just before her lips.

“Promise me…promise me we won’t go back to just friends after this…please Wanda”, you searched her eyes for any doubt, and you couldn’t identify anything – her pupils were dilated as she stared into your eyes.

Wanda closed the gap between the both of you, catching you off guard while you’d awaited an answer, but this was the best way she could’ve answered you. Her lips were soft and you were quick to respond to her. You could still taste the remnants of salt from her tears, which had been long forgotten as the both of you were entrenched in one another.

It was euphoric - the way her lips moved along with yours - it was better than any dream you'd ever had about her; the days you’d deafly listen to her as she’d speak in front of you, only for you to have been too busy watching the way her lips moved as she spoke, before turning into a grin as she’d realise you’d been in a word of your own.

You let your hand drift from her face down her arm – feeling the way her skin goose-bumped as your supple touch passed over the exposed skin of her arm until you rested it on her waist as she kept herself steady with her hands wrapped in your shirt.

A soft moan reverberated in her throat as you lightly gripped her waist more – a smirk plastering your face as you continued kissing her.

The both of you slowly pulled away fluttering yours open. Nothing was said as you both smiled at each other before falling into a fit of giggles as she buried her face in your chest and you in the nape of her neck.

“We’re idiots”, she mumbled against you, as she gently lifted her face to meet yours again – both laying against her pillows with little space separating you.

“I love you”, you couldn’t hold it in any longer as it blurted out of you. She knew you meant it – you’d never looked so serious about anything as you did now.

She leaned forward pressing her lips to yours again, “I love you too…I love you so much Y/N”.

You both stared into each other’s eyes – soft gazes lingering as you gently stroked her waist with your thumb.

“Now you can really never leave me”, she smiled at you – referencing your earlier comment back to you.

“I never planned on it anyway”, you pressed a kiss to her forehead, bringing her close to your chest as her arms wrapped around you. "My girl", you whispered into her ear hearing her hum in content as you proceeded to lay in each other’s hold in silence with the occasional kiss – the reality a surreal eutopia that you’d both thought unlikely.

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salbei-141 · 4 months

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Be honest with me (Roman Roy x reader)

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word count: 1.1k

warnings: 18+, pure fluff and comfort, mentions of verbal abuse

a/n: Inactivity who? A rare update I know lol. Anyway y’all I’m so in love with him - honestly in love with all the Roy siblings, but Romulus got a special place in my heart <3

I love how late I jump onto writing trends for characters, but in my defence I've had this in the drafts for MONTHS. Anyway, hope you enjoy my loves <3

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The apartment was silent, it felt too out of character, especially for Roman. The both of you lay in silence on his bed, still in today's clothes.

You move your hand slowly - scared that a sudden movement would cause him to suddenly get up and leave without warning. Tentatively, you inch your fingers onto his own - he said nothing, nor did he move. Gaining more confidence and desperate to comfort him knowing how loud his mind must be right now - you encapsulate his hand within your own. They’re soft and warm - Roman was always warm to touch. You feel his hand squeeze your own back - still no words being said.

You take a deep breath, feeling the need to break the silence finally, but before you can, Roman cuts you off.

“Please don’t,” his voice came out weak - he was usually so quick witted…he just sounded tired.

“Okay,” your voice was soft - a complete dichotomy to the tone he was used to from his father and siblings.

Another 30 minutes went by in complete silence - the both of your steady breaths being the only thing heard. Your hand still lay in his - he hadn't moved an inch unless it was to gently squeeze your hand every so often.

You turn on your side, slipping your hand out of his - he still didn't move. You decided to move closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder and draping your right arm across his chest that rose up and down with each breath he took.

You studied his face - he looked like he wanted to push you off of him, and yet simultaneously he was aching to pull you closer to him. Your touch was the only touch he felt safe feeling - you'd never hurt him, and he never doubted that thought for a second, but he was just so used to being alone and pushing people away.

You were desperate to hear his voice, to understand what was running through his head. You knew he was probably going to say some stupid quip to hide how he really felt, but you'd see straight through him; he knew this and it was the scariest thing to him - that you actually saw him.

"Ro...," you were gentle - a part of him just wanted you to shout at him and tell him he was a waste of space just like his father had - it was all he knew. However, you were just too kind, you actually cared for him, and not in the way his father cared for him - if you could call it that - but in a way that was so genuine and pure that it felt wrong to him, but he craved every second of it.

His gaze moved from the ceiling to your worried face - you looked beautiful he thought, he had always thought you were the most beautiful person he knew. "Yeah," his voice sounded small and tired.

"Are you okay?" the question was stupid, you knew he wasn't, but you wondered if he'd answer you honestly - if for once he'd be vulnerable with you, and truly let you into what was going through his mind.

"What? Pfft yeah I'm fine, real fucking good...just thinking about who has bigger tits - you or Gerri...I think Gerri does," there it was...he couldn't be honest with you for a minute if he tried - he'd rather say some crude shit and hope you'd be weirded out enough like everyone else and just leave him so he could avoid sharing his emotions.

You sat up, leaning on one hand as you stared down at him while he tried to avoid your gaze which was slowly glazing over with unshed tears. "Roman...please I-...can you just be honest with me?" your voice had a slight shake - scared that you were going to push him over the edge and he'd run.

He made eye contact with you, his heart clenching in his chest, no one had made him feel the way you could make him feel, and that scared him. He didn't know what to do - his mind was screaming so many things at him all at once that he couldn't really make a decision, so he stayed silent.

Several minutes passed of you both just holding each other's gaze then he opened his mouth tentatively, "Why do you care about me? Why can't you just call me a freak or a perv and leave?" You watched as his eyes reddened and glazed over as he tried his hardest not to cry in front of you. Had you cracked him? It felt bittersweet that he might finally just be honest with you, but the pain in his eyes was tearing at your heart.

You smiled, giggling softly as you lifted a hand to his cheek and wiped away a singular tear that had managed to fall, watching as he turned his face to meet your caress - he trusted you. "Because I fucking love you Roman".

"But why?" he interrupted you like a child would trying to understand such a foreign concept that you were trying to explain.

"There's no reason - I mean there is, you're...you. I love you Roman." You were so soft with him, it felt alien to him. It broke you that he couldn't fathom the concept of someone genuinely loving him, and in such a pure way too. This love wasn't like the love from his father, nor from his siblings - it was something so foreign that he couldn't understand it, but he liked it...he liked this.

You laid back down beside him, "Come here Ro...please" your eyes had such a soft stare - they were so warm and inviting, he couldn't object to the embrace you were offering him.

Roman inched across the bed over into your arms, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face in your chest, while you wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close to you. You fell into a comfortable silence, holding each other without a care in the world - it was just the both of you.

"I love you too, you know?" he muttered it so quietly that it almost went unheard, but a smile spread across your face at his confession. You knew that he had probably been having an internal argument with himself on whether or not he was actually going to say it to you; without any sarcasm too.

You felt your heart fluttering in your chest and you pulled him closer to you, "Yeah I know". You tilted your head down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. He went to open his mouth to say some sarky comment, but immediately shut it - he didn't need to feel defensive around you, not now, and not ever.

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salbei-141 · 5 months

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Good boy (John 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader)

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word count: 600

warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, praise kink, sub!soap, dom!reader, mommy kink

a/n: Y'all maybe I'm just not searching hard enough but uh I had to write this because I couldn't find it myself and it's been on my mind far too much.

A much shorter one, but I hope it's still okay! Enjoy lovelies!

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"You like that baby? huh?" You were watching as Soap's lips parted slightly and he let out quiet, needy moans as you rode his throbbing cock.

He couldn't get any words out, just pathetic moans in response to your words.

You immediately halted your movements, "Good boys don't get to cum if they don't answer...now use your words and answer me like a good boy." you watched as his eyes shot open staring into your own, begging for you to move your hips as his cock throbbed painfully inside of you.

"P-please mommy, please, I'm sorry, y-you feel so good, love it."

You laughed at how pathetic he sounded and felt your pussy clench around him, getting impossibly wetter as he begged for you.

"There you go baby, that's a good boy, wasn’t hard now was it?”

You watched as he went to open his mouth to say something witty but as you rolled your hips a moan slipped from his lips and he was inebriated again. You smirked moaning softly as you continued rocking your hips - using him however you desired.

He was close and had been for several minutes now, but you were taking too much pleasure in making him wait.

“Can I cum? Please mommy.”

You looked down at him, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he tried his hardest not to cum without your permission. He'd done so well - he'd been such a good boy for you tonight, you knew he couldn't go on for much longer.

"Of course you can baby, you've done so well for me, cum for mommy."

Soap's hands gripped your hips tightly as he slammed his own up inside of you at a rapid pace, chasing his own orgasm. Feeling the knot in your stomach tighten as your moans echoed with every slam of John's hips, you gripped his hair pulling gently as he whimpered at your touch.

"Fuck, good boy, you're so good for me, making mommy feel so good, I'm so close baby."

Suddenly, you hear Soap grunting beneath you as his hips stuttered wildly and he came inside of you. Continuing to ride him, you chased your own release as he whimpered under you, as you rode his sensitive cock that continued to leak cum inside you. With a strong grip on his hair, you felt his hands gripping even tighter around your hips as you moaned loudly, feeling the knot in your stomach suddenly release, cumming all over his cock.

Falling forward, you rested against Soap's chest as his cum slowly leaked out of you. You felt his arms wrap around you, keeping you in place on top of him as the both of you breathed heavily, catching your breaths.

"Are you okay love? You did so well for me tonight, you know that? Such a good boy." you whispered sweet praises into his ear, feeling the way he shivered beneath you as you spoke softly to him.

"Yeah...just need to hold you for a bit." And that's what happened. It was common practice for Johnny to hold you for as long as either of you needed - you both relished in each other's soft embraces.

"I love you." You felt his stubble graze your forehead as he kissed the top of it gently.

Smiling, a soft blush grazed your cheeks, "I love you too Johnny". His arms tightened around you and a soft sigh left you as your eyes felt heavy. Johnny was still buried inside of you, but neither of you cared to move - too comfortable and tired to care.

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salbei-141 · 6 months

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Safe house rendezvous (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader)

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word count: 3.0k

warnings: 18+, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, mildly implied size kink?, mentions of masturbation, Simon claims you as his (hehe), unprotected sex, fingering, mild sadism/masochism, dom!Ghost

a/n: the way I’ve had this in my drafts for MONTHS, well it’s finally finished now...I cannot commit to a single thing I swear, but we’re back...until I disappear again which I’m sure will be in no time lol

This is so long...I hope it’s not too much of a drag. Hope y’all enjoy :)

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You and Ghost were currently holed up in a safe house after things had gone south on your current mission. Neither of you were able to contact Price or anyone for that matter, so your only viable option was to head to the safe house you’d been told about.

It was set far into some woodlands, far from where the enemies had last seen you - you and Ghost were sure you would be okay in here. There was little light left, so you had lit a fire in the small space you were both occupying - you’d doubt anyone would be able to see it.

You were lucky neither you or Ghost had been injured too badly, but you had definitely pulled a muscle in your back, wincing mildly as you shifted back away from the heat of the fire.

“You okay?” Ghost called to you gruffly from his spot in the corner of the room - there wasn’t much in here apart from a tattered sofa that was uninhabitable even if you were desperate for comfort, and some basic camping supplies.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just pulled a muscle.” you continued staring down at the fire, pulling out your knife and carving at a small piece of wood that had chipped off.

You and Simon had been sat in your respective spots for about an hour now - you were in near total darkness - minus the small fire you had going, giving just enough light for the both of you. There hadn’t been much to do apart from think - you rarely had time to just sit in silence and explore your own mind, and both you and Simon took pleasure in having the time to sit in silence - accompanying each other with just your presence.

Standing from your spot, you noticed Ghost’s eyes follow your every movement - you felt timid under his eyes, and you always had since you joined the task force. His staring problem didn’t deter you from him, but it did make you incredibly aware of him. You’d caught him several times before watching you from afar, or even up close - he didn’t have too much shame in overtly observing you.

You recalled one time in particular where you had been sparring Johnny as the rest of the task force watched you both, placing bets on who’d win. Ghost’s eyes hadn’t moved from you the whole time - he was infatuated with the way your body moved, you were strong, agile, and intimidating. It wasn’t until Soap had accidentally reached under you and grabbed your ass, thinking it was the side of your hip that Simon had finally moved his gaze from you. You remember Soap immediately backing off and apologising as you reassured the poor Scotsman he’d done nothing wrong, and you were okay. You also distinctly remember the burning look Ghost held on Soap - it confused you, and always had done. You refused to entertain the idea he could’ve been jealous because he had never gave you any other hints of interest, nor could you imagine he would’ve, he was the last person to risk his position in the military. But you’d have lied if you said you didn’t enjoy the way he looked at Soap - it had set something primal off in you that he’d react like that to a man accidentally laying his hands on you.

Ignoring his gaze, you walked over to the other corner of the room where there were some camping supplies. Bending down, you failed to see the way Ghost’s eyes silently lingered on your ass - he’d always taken a liking to it, and found himself unable to switch his gaze back up, rather letting several thoughts run through his head, struggling to shake the images of you he had currently conjured up. Had he been back on base, he would’ve been sat in his room, hardened cock in one hand as he let out low steady moans - imagining the way he’d feel buried inside of you as your walls clenched around him like he’d done many times previously.

Pulling the necessary items out of the bag, you turned around, catching the way Ghost’s eyes moved back up from where they had previously been staring. You shook the idea he’d been staring at your ass, feeling the way your heart sped up, and a slight heat spread throughout your body.

“You ready to sleep for the night? I don’t think they’ve restocked this place for a while - I managed to find 2 sleeping mats, but there weren’t any sleeping bags or blankets, so the fire’s going to have to do.” Ghost merely grunted in response to you, so you laid both the mats down side by side, and the both of you laid on your respective mats. You could still feel the hardness of the ground beneath you, but it would do for the night.

It was chilly, despite the fire that was only a couple metres away from the both of you, and you gently moved your body closer to Ghost’s. You suddenly felt a hand pull you close - back to chest - his mouth came closer to your ear and you could feel the soft breaths escaping his mouth, “you need to stop moving love.”, his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and that’s when you felt it. His cock was pressed firmly against your ass, confined by his trousers, but you could feel how desperate he was to get some release as he gently rut himself against you.

Ignoring his warning, you pressed your hips further back into Ghost’s own, feeling every inch of his cock mould against the swell of your ass - you could feel the growing wetness between your thighs as your heart sped up, excitement and desperation taking over your senses. Feeling the iron grip of Ghost’s hand on your waist, you let out a small whimper as he slowly ground against you. “Don’t want to be a good girl for me, huh? Didn’t listen to me did you? This what you want? Want my cock buried deep inside you until you can only make those pathetic little sounds of yours?”

Your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing as he growled into your ear - what could you say? He knew exactly what you wanted, and all you could get out was a small whimpered “yes” to him.

His hand snaked up towards your throat and gave a gentle warning squeeze, “Yes what?”

“Yes Sir” it was timid, and Ghost smirked at your shyness - it excited him, you appeared so innocent, yet the way your ass pressed into him suggested otherwise.

“There you go, that’s my good girl” your thighs squeezed together, attempting to create some form of friction and alleviate the dull ache.

You turned your head around looking into his eyes that were illuminated by the fire - his pupils were dilated and there was a deep lust burning in them. Gulping slightly you stared at where his lips were under the mask, begging to feel them pressed against your own.

“Tell me what you want love”, he could see the desperation in your gaze as you stared into his eyes.

“You...your lips...your hands...your cock...please Simon.” the way you begged had him closing his eyes in ecstasy as his cock twitched - he couldn’t say no to that pretty mouth of yours.

Lifting his mask above his mouth, he grabbed your chin roughly and pressed his lips to yours. He was desperate - he’d fantasised about the way your mouth would feel against his own, and he grew evermore impatient, wanting to feel how you felt around him - instead of his hand for once. You gently whimpered into his mouth as his tongue slipped in. He was dominating and you let him - your pussy throbbed in anticipation, and you could feel how embarrassingly wet you were just from kissing him.

He pulled away lifting your shirt that was tucked into yours trousers, trailing his hand up achingly slowly until he reached the apex of your bra. With a low groan, he slipped his hand under your bra and softly caressed your breast hearing the the small gasp that escaped your mouth. He then gently stroked over your hardened nipple hearing the small moan that escaped your throat as he continued to play with you.

“How often have you thought about me being buried deep inside you huh?” he was so close to you, you could feel his breath against your neck as he focused hands on your breasts.

You turned your head meeting his gaze once more, “every night”. It wasn’t a lie - ever since that one sparring session with Soap, you’d find yourself in your room with your fingers circling your clit before delving inside your pussy as your slick coated them, thinking about the look in Simon’s eyes and how possessive it had been.

He let out a low chuckle that reverberated in his chest, “such a slut for me aren’t you?”. You were at his mercy - you nodded in response, not even bothering to disagree.

Next thing you knew, Simon’s hands left your breast - causing you to whine dissatisfied. He looked at you completely serious, “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

You said nothing as his hands moved to undo the belt on your trousers. Sitting yourself up, you sped up the process and removed your shirt and bra - feeling the cold air against your naked skin. Helping him, you shimmy out of your trousers leaving yourself in your underwear as you moved to straddle him.

“Fuck love, you’re beautiful”, you blushed at his words - he hadn’t ever really complimented you before, and the sincerity in his voice had you keening into him. He placed one hand on your back pulling you further against his chest as another lay upon your waist pushing you down onto his clothed hard length. “You’re going to be the death of me”, he groaned out.

Impatient, you moved your hands to the waistline of his trousers as they shook with anticipation. Untucking his shirt you lifted it above his head throwing it to the side and admired his body. His chest was strong and littered with scars, as was your own - he had been through hell and back - the both of you had.

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his, it was sloppy and desperate as your hands worked to undo his trousers, wanting to free his leaking cock. Flipping you over, he removed whatever clothing he had left on.

Hovering over you, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as your naked bodies skimmed each other. He buried his head in the crook of your neck gently nipping at the skin as you let a small whimper out. His cock now free rested against the inside of your thigh - he was big, and it had your pussy clenching as it dripped in arousal.

“Fuck, you look so pretty beneath me love”, as he spoke one of his large hands slowly trailed up your thigh until it reached the fabric of your underwear. He pushed the fabric to the side and let his finger trail down your slit, skimming over your sensitive clit which begged for his attention. As your breath hitched, you watched the way Ghost smirked as he tentatively reached your dripping hole.

“I’ve hardly touched you and you’re dripping for me love,” you watched as he coated his fingers with your arousal and brought it to his lips. You held your breath enamoured with the way closed his eyes as he sucked his own fingers clean - you felt your stomach twist and your pussy throbbed in response.

He opened his eyes again locking his gaze with yours, seeing the blush litter your cheeks, “be a good girl for me, you cum when I allow you to”. You gulped and nodded.

With his fingers covered in his own spit, he placed 2 fingers on your swollen clit with little warning - circling it with skilled precision as you let out quiet wanton moans. Hearing your moans slowly pick up, he dipped his 2 fingers into your dripping pussy, and hearing the combination of the lewd moans slipping from your swollen lips and the gentle squelch of your arousal had him groaning as his cock throbbed against your thigh.

“Please Simon”, you moaned out desperate to reach your high.

He pulled his fingers out of you and slapped your pussy, “What did I say?” his voice was low and full of lust.

Whimpering at the impact you found it went straight to your core, “You’ll tell me when I can cum”.

“Good girl. Don’t make me remind you again, okay?”, You nodded and felt his fingers dip back inside of you as your eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure - the stretch was the best pain you’d felt - your mouth watered at the anticipation of the stretch of his cock.

His thumb moved to your clit as his fingers continued their steady pace inside you, and you swore your vision blurred in ecstasy as your senses started to feel overwhelmed. Hearing your moans slurring and getting louder, Ghost leaned down taking a nipple into his mouth biting gently, relishing in your whimpers. As he continued his assault on your pussy, and began sucking on your nipple, your hands trailed his back as your nails carved into his skin making him groan animalistically.

“Fuck, Simon...please need you in me,” you couldn’t handle the ache in your pussy for much longer - only his cock could satisfy your needs. You felt the way he twitched against your leg, and moaned beneath him, spurring him to want to fuck you senseless.

“Shh shh...be a good girl for me. You want my cock? Yeah?”, he smirked at your pathetic little cries for his cock, “you look so pretty when you beg - my perfect little slut”. He removed his fingers from your slickened cunt, shoving them in your mouth, savouring the way you sucked them clean of your own arousal.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you felt his cock drag tantalisingly against your soaked, swollen folds. Before you could process anything, he had lined himself up with your soaked hole and thrust his hips forward. His pupils were blown, he was high on lust. Ghost stuttered out groans as he felt the way your pussy clenched around his cock from the sudden intrusion; your gasps and whimpers only fuelled him on as he tried to control himself from cumming in you then and there.

“That’s it, good girl - you’re taking me so well. Look,” his voiced was commanding and you looked between you both, seeing the way his cock was buried to its hilt inside of your aching cunt.

“F- feel so good S-simon,” you barely managed to get it out - your voice was lost to lust.

“Mhm, bet it does love, you been dying for my cock deep inside you for so long haven’t you?,” you nodded, your eyes hitting the back of your head as he pulled out and thrusted harshly back into you again; you were convinced he was hitting your cervix, he was so deep.

Picking up his pace, Ghost slammed his hips in and out of you repeatedly. Your cries of pleasure echoed shamelessly around the room you were in, as his grunts grew in volume each time he felt your pussy clench down on him

The heat in your abdomen started to build, and you could feel the burning desire to cum building inside you. “S-simon please, need to cum, please”.

He reached down between you both and placed his thumb on your clit - keeping up his relentless rhythm of slamming his cock inside you - you were sure you were going to cum there and then, feeling far too overstimulated.

“Hold on,” his tone was gruff, you closed your eyes tight trying not to cum all over his cock, “I’m close too love, c-can I cum inside you?” the stutter in his voice made your jaw go slack, and all you could do was moan and nod - you were completely cock drunk.

With a few more thrusts of his hips and the work of his skilled hands on your clit, you moaned out his name - it was pornographic the way you moaned his name into the emptiness of the room. His hips stuttured against you as your pussy clenched down onto him as you rode out your high, cumming all over his cock like the slut you were.

“Oh fuck, fuck...mmm... good girl, fuck,” you felt as his cocked twitched inside of you as he came undone, painting the walls of your pussy white with his seed; his groans continued and he tried to catch his breath - it was pure bliss watching his face as you milked him for all that he had.

Tantalisingly, he pulled out of you as his cum dripped gently from your pussy, coating the fabric of your underwear. He pulled your naked body into his side, his breathing still unsteady. The both of you lay comfortable in each other’s warmth, relishing in what was only the beginning of whatever would come from this. Feeling his breath on your neck, he whispered in your ear, “you’re mine now, I hope you know that love”.

You chuckled softly, turning to look in his eyes, “so does that mean this’ll happen again then?”

“It’ll happen as many times as you want love...” you just continued staring at him in silence before cuddling closer into his side, feeling his arm wrap tightly around your waist. The fire continued to glow, and the warmth of your bodies and its blaze coaxed the both of you to fall into a light sleep until daylight came. You would deal with the rest of your new found relationship tomorrow when you were back on base again.

You were his now - you finally got what you had wanted.

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Dream a little dream of me (Commander Phillip Graves x reader)

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word count: 2.1k

warnings: 18+, domestic Graves <3, FLUFF, literally no need for any other warning it’s just pure

a/n: @feeling-squidish here you go my love, Graves and reader are happy <3

The several drafts I currently have can wait because I literally couldn’t shake Graves slow dancing with reader, and look at them eyes, he’s so <3

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The moment you entered your shared house with Phillip, you were hit with the immediate aroma of your favourite meal - Phillip wasn’t much of a cook, but for you, he could follow a recipe well enough to put a smile on your face when you needed it. With a small huff, you removed your coat, shoes and bag, and made your way to the kitchen.

There he stood - back facing you, having not noticed your presence yet. He was clearly focused on the meal he was making for you in order for him to have ignored what was going on in his environment. Taking steady steps towards your love, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, feeling the way his body stiffened, before it immediately melted into your touch. Pressing your cheek against his back, you nuzzled against him, just taking the moment to hold him and destress from the day you had.

“Didn’t hear you there darlin’,” you felt the vibration in his chest as he chuckled softly to himself.

“Mhm, for a commander in the military, you really aren’t very aware of your surroundings.” you laughed together at the small jab that you hit him with.

“Well, maybe you should take my position, huh? You’re clearly a top-grade sneaker - I’m sure the military would love you.” he turned around, finishing with the final touch-ups of your meal. Wrapping his arms around you, he brought you into his warm embrace - you’d been starved of this all day and were relishing in the safety of his arms.

“As much as I agree that I could overthrow you from your position, I think I’ll leave the military business with you, my love,” you mumbled into his chest, feeling the delicate rumble of his chest directly against your cheek as he laughed at your teasing.

“I think that’s for the best darlin’, I need you here so I have something to look forward to, don’t I?” Hugging him a little tighter, you gave a small nod into his chest.

Pulling away slightly, you looked into his baby blue eyes that you so often found comfort in - he always looked at you with his full attention, and it had your heart speeding up every time. “How come you did all this anyway? I know you and cooking don’t get along at the best of times, so I really hope you know I appreciate this Phillip.”

The genuine smile you gave him had his own heart skip a beat - you were so beautiful to him when you were happy, and he was proud to be the man that could make you smile so often. “Well, a little birdy told me you were having a rough day at work, and I couldn’t have my sweetheart comin’ home to nothing special.”

You remembered texting him earlier in the day that you had to stay late on your job, and how stressed you were feeling already. It had been one of those days where nothing felt like it was going right - you were given one task, then suddenly your plate was full and overloaded with several other loads of paperwork that took a majority of your day up, all while your boss was able to lay back and relax.

A small tear had fallen from your eye - you weren’t sad, you were just extremely overwhelmed that your small complaint had meant so much to him, and he’d gone out of his way to help you recalibrate once you were home. Feeling, Phillip’s hand come up to your cheek, you felt his tender touch swipe the lone tear. “Don’t you go crying on me right now darlin’, I don’t want to see that pretty face wearing anythin’ but a smile.”

Giving him a small nod, Phillip walked you into your shared dining room. Immediately your heart clenched seeing the effort Phillip had put in - he had prepped the table with candles - offering a floral scent to the room with a soft light; rose petals had been placed on the table - with a vase dead centre, containing several hand-picked roses that Phillip had bought earlier for you; and he had also added a pillow to your seat, it was a small gesture, but he knew you’d been sat at a desk all day, and assumed it could’ve only been an ache for you.

Turning around, you stood on your tip toes and caressed Phillip’s cheek as you shared a passionate kiss, feeling the way his lips softly danced with your own. Feeling as his arms wrapped around your waist, you both pulled away, placing your foreheads together. With a smile adorning your features, you whispered a gentle thank you, and placed a small peck to his lips as he stared infatuated with you - he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to share these moments with you, and he hoped to do so for as long as he lived.

Following you to your seat, Phillip pushed your chair in like the southern gentleman he was and went back into the kitchen to bring you both the home-cooked meal he made. Along with him, he’d also brought your favourite wine - he knew it’d help you relax a bit after the stress you’d endured.

The both of you ate in comfortable silence with music filtering in from the kitchen radio. There were times you craved Phillip’s attention and just wanted to hear his voice go on and on and on - his southern drawl would have you weak in the knees, and you could never get enough of it. However, there were times like these too - you were exhausted and you loved knowing Phillip was at arm's length from you. The both of you valued these quiet moments where you would sneak looks at each other while you ate - it was like you were on your first date again, blushing whenever you’d make eye contact with each other. It was his presence more than anything that you adored the most - he was your safe place, and he’d never given you a reason to think otherwise, he’d do anything for you, and you already felt like he’d done everything - loving you was the best gift he’d ever given you, and you were grateful to receive it at every waking moment.

“I’m glad to see you enjoyed it darlin’.” he had said with a victorious smile on his face as you leaned back in your seat.

“I always love when you cook Phillip” you responded, which earned a playful glare.

“We both know that ain’t true y/n, but I love that you try and hide the truth.”

You laughed at his antics, “You could do with some more basic cooking lessons, but you cooked this meal perfectly, and that’s enough for me.”

Watching as Phillip stood to collect your plates, he bent down and kissed your forehead, “How about you go get ready for bed, while I do these dishes”

“No Phillip, I can-”

“Shh, you’re going to go a get ready for bed darlin’ while I clean up okay? You have no say in this - my meal, my rules.” you smiled up at him, feeling guilty and yet so loved as he refused to let you assist him in cleaning up in the kitchen. With little room to argue, you stood and gave him a soft peck on his cheek, then headed up to your shared bedroom.

Allowing yourself to relax and take your time, you started to get ready for the night. You immediately went to Phillip's wardrobe as opposed to your own and removed a plain black t-shirt of his. His shirt swallowed you whole, but you loved it. You then decided to carry on nicking his clothes, and stole a pair of his loose briefs and thermal socks to wear as your own - you knew he wouldn’t mind - he adored seeing you in his clothes.

Finishing your routine, you tracked back into the kitchen to see Phillip wiping down the sides. The moonlight illuminated his features perfectly - he looked so pretty under the lighting. Watching him with a smile of your own, he sensed your presence and turned around seeing you’d stolen his clothes yet again.

“Will you ever wear your own clothes to sleep?” he asked, slowly walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Let me think...no, I don’t think I will.” You brought your hands around the back of his neck and the both of you stood, holding onto each other, basking in the warmth you each provided for one another.

“You’re lucky you’re cute y’know that darlin’.” You gave him a small giggle and he pressed a kiss to your nose, watching the way it would cutely scrunch when you giggled at him.

The both of you stood, staring into each other’s eyes when the radio started playing - you’d dreamt of dancing with Phillip in the moonlight of your kitchen before, and the song was perfect. You remember the first time you’d heard it at your grandparent's anniversary, watching as they swayed to the song - still infatuated with each other decades later.

Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me

“Dance with me?” you whispered to Phillip, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks - he wasn’t much of a dancer, but you were hoping he’d share this moment with you

“Anything for you darlin’.” Phillip pressed his forehead to yours, and gently took the lead in swaying the both of you.

Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me

A part of you wished you had a camera set up in the corner of the kitchen - catching the moment of you and Phillip holding each other under the moonlight as you danced to the radio. But you were so enamoured with Phillip that you couldn’t care much for it, this was a memory you were going to carry with you for the rest of your days, you were so in love with him.

Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear Just saying this

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams, whatever they be Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear Just saying this

Pressing his lips to your own, Phillip caressed the sides of your waist where he held you. He didn’t think he could love anyone as much as he loved you, but he was so thankful to be wrong in this one moment. Pulling away you both stared at each other, soft smiles being exchanged between you both as you continued to sway.

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams, whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Dream a little dream of me Dream a little dream of me

As the song came to its end, you stared doe-eyed at Phillip, “Thank you...for everything Phillip. I really can’t express how much I love you, and how grateful I am for not just tonight, but every day we’ve spent together. I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you so goddamn much too y/n. I’d do anything you asked of me if it means I get to hold you in my arms and see that pretty smile darlin’,” he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, holding for a few seconds, just relishing in the contact you provided him, “How about we head to bed now though, I know you're exhausted.”

Before you had a chance to agree, Phillip took you in his arms, carrying you bridal style to your room, savouring the sound of your laugh as he carried you up the stairs and placing you under the covers of your bed, before stripping himself of his clothes, and sliding in beside you. Wrapping his arm around you, you felt as your back made contact with his chest, feeling as your eyes grew heavier now that you were encapsulated by warmth and safety.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” was the last thing you heard, as Phillip placed a gentle kiss on the top of your ear as sleep overtook you.

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Southern asshole (Commander Phillip Graves x Reader)

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word count: 1.9k

warnings: 18+, angst, mild fluff if we're looking closely ig...it ain't long lasting that's for sure, violence as usual, etc.

a/n: just look at him, he's so baby girl.

I hope you enjoy my loves

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You stood still, adrenaline piercing every nerve in your body until you were numb. Everything in your head screamed at you to run as the chaos ensued. Ghost had disappeared, and Soap was on the run as several Shadow members attempted to go after him, and Alejandro was cuffed in the back of one of their vehicles. Despite all this, you stood your ground - not because you were being 'brave', it was probably one of the most mindless decisions you've made during your military career. You just couldn't believe what was happening though.

You and Phillip had been working closely together and not once had you thought he'd do this to your team, especially to you. Since the mission had begun, the relationship between you and Phillip had grown rapidly - you weren't exactly just friends, but you weren't lovers either. You'd spent countless hours late at night telling Phillip about your childhood, and how it led you to the military as he held you in his arms - he too had opened up about his past, but you weren't sure if he had been telling you the truth about anything now, you felt so utterly deceived that you felt nothing was real about him - instead there was a new man before you now.

Before you could continue processing things in your head, a random Shadow member shoved you roughly against the car next to you - you were convinced you were going to receive a few bruises from that. You felt a jolt of anger coursing through your veins and resisted the Shadow member as he tried to cuff you.

"Shadow, stand down." there's the bastard's voice ringing from behind you.

Feeling the pressure removed from behind you, you turned and whipped around, coming face to face with Phillip. You stared him down and noticed the way his eyes twitched - nerves you thought. Watching as he took a silent step towards you, you pushed further back into the car, feeling like prey, being stalked and played with.

"You gonna give me your hands sweetheart, or are we gonna have trouble?" you couldn't figure out the look in his eyes, but there was an edge to him that's for sure. Holding your hands out to him, you let him cuff you and drag you into the back of a car - you had no chance against him with his team of Shadows surrounding the both of you.

The drive to Alejandro's base was tense - no one spoke a word, and you were doing your utmost best to keep your mouth shut, despite the string of curses you wanted to slew his way. You kept your eyes on the outside of the window, watching mindlessly as you passed rocks and plants along the roads. Eventually, you came up to Alejandro's base and the pit in your stomach deepened - your team wasn't here this time to help you - they were in trouble too, and you had been stupid enough to freeze in that moment.

Coming to a halt, you noticed that the vehicle Alejandro had been in went down a different turning. "Where the fuck are you taking Alejandro, Graves?" you spat his name out through gritted teeth - you were beyond pissed, and the use of his last name only proved that to him, you'd always call him by his name.

"That doesn't concern you right now, so I suggest you stay quiet - you were doin' so well darlin'." He glared at you in the rearview mirror, he wasn't letting up anytime soon.

"Like hell, it doesn't concern me! Tell me where in the fu-" You couldn't get the sentence out before he had to cut in again.

He turned around, making direct eye contact with you - it was haunting, "Don't you even dare go there with me y/l/n. What did I just say to you, huh? Use that brain of yours before you get yourself hurt." His voice didn't waver once, and you could honestly admit that you were scared of Phillip - you never thought you'd be in this position with him of all people. You cared for him...a lot and this was not the way you anticipated things to go.

The threatening tone had you on edge, so you decided to obey like the bitch he was making you - you felt so small, it was actually embarrassing, but more painful than anything that he was treating you like this. You watched as he exited the car and came to your door, pulling it open and dragging you out by your cuffed hands.

"I'm sorry." it was a brief whisper as he got close enough to your ear as he shut the door of the car behind you. Looking back up at his face though, there wasn't a single change to his expression - he still looked like the southern asshole he was. Was he still playing with you? You couldn't tell, but you had every reason to believe he was.

Pulling you alongside him, you blanked as he shouted commands at his surrounding Shadows while he dragged you into the compound. Before you knew it, you were in an office - just you and Graves. Your heart had sped up seeing the reality of the situation - you didn't really know him after today, and all you could assume was that there was every chance you weren't walking back out of that room.

Watching as he shut and locked the door, he strode towards the desk in the middle of the room and sat atop of it, staring you down. You were frozen in place yet again - what were you supposed to do? His head moved, he hung it low, taking in a deep breath.

"I didn't mean for this." he continued to hang his head low - he couldn't even make eye contact with you. Was this his attempt at an apology? You could feel the fury overwhelming your senses, you could laugh at him right now in all honesty - this was pathetic.

"What? Is this your half-assed apology for being a fucking rat this whole time? You had me all docile for you - at your side whenever the fuck you called my name, I didn't once think twice about you Phillip...not once. But now, I don't even know you - what was true and what wasn't Phillip?" You hadn't even realised the tears that were streaming down your face as you'd been berating him - you were in pain, you hadn't expected him to hurt you like this, you thought he had cared.

Before he could respond, you held your arms out to him, "And take these fucking cuffs off of me, I'm not the animal here." you glared at him, waiting for him to come closer and remove the restraints, but he didn't move.

"You ain't gonna hit me?" he was genuinely asking you, and you couldn't believe it. He had no reason to be scared right now, he had the power here.

"As tempting as it is, no I won't. I'd have done it by now too - cuffs or not."

He moved from where he was and gently took your wrists into his hands - this was the Phillip you were used to, he was gentle with you. The soft caress of his hand atop your wrists as he unlocked the cuffs had you calming down again - he held an unspeakable amount of power over your emotions.

You both remained silent, staying within close proximity of each other. Before you could even register any movement, his hand had come up to your face, delicately wiping away the tears that were still slowly cascading down your reddened cheeks. Whipping your head to the side, he dropped his hand back to his side - you weren't going to let him think things were okay.

"Don't do that." he was pleading with you now, he thought you'd be more understanding, and let him explain himself.

"Why Phillip? I'd rather you hadn't spent months deceiving me, to just betray the entire team, but here we are." you sent another glare in his direction.

"You think I had any choice in this y/n? Shepherd controls me, I had no fucking choice in this darlin'."

You gave him a confused look, "What? Of course you had a choice, Phillip, it's not hard to not commit whatever the fuck is going on. You and Shepherd are a team Phillip, don't act like you're innocent." you felt your fists balling up in anger, why was he acting like he wasn't at fault.

He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes - he knew he shouldn't admit this, but it was his last saving grace. His chest was straining seeing how much he'd hurt you - would he ever come back from this?

"I never had a choice darlin'. I fucking love you y/n, and Shepherd knew you were my weakness - everybody fucking knew. He was ready to remove you one way or another if I didn't agree to this. I did this for you! What can't you understand about that? I-...I'm sorry." you were stunned into silence. His face was ridden with guilt and exhaustion - he'd known about this for weeks, and he had no way of telling you.

You broke eye contact seeing the desperation in his eyes for forgiveness - you couldn't give that to him, your team always came first. Still though, your heart pumped painfully hearing that he loved you - you loved him too, you really did, but there was no way he was coming back from this. Your heart ached for him, thinking of what Shepherd must've said to him for him to have gone this far - and for how far he was yet to go.

You raised a tentative hand to his face, placing it on the underside of his jaw, stroking it softly, "I...I don't know what you want me to say, Phillip. Of course, I love you too, but I can't actually do so. You made this decision Phillip, and I'm sorry Shepherd backed you into a corner, but there's not much you can do now apart from try and save yourself from this mess." you wanted to forget it all, you really did. You wanted the picture-perfect life with him, but not after this. You'd prefer he'd let you die than have your team being hunted by the bloodhounds of the night.

You heard a knock at the door, and with a final stroke of his cheek, and sorrowful looks exchanged between you both, he went to unlock and answer the door. Whispers were shared between Phillip and one of his Shadows - it sounded rushed, and they were worried, which you liked. You were hoping Soap and Ghost were safe - you don't know how you'd cope if something had happened to them, knowing you were at the centre of Grave's motives for carrying this betrayal out.

Grabbing you roughly by the arm again, Phillip cuffed you again and bending down to your ear he whispered a final sorry, discreetly pressing a soft kiss to your ear as he did so, before the Shadow member took you to somewhere more secure. You felt your heart shatter all over again - that was possibly one of the last times you'd see Graves and you let yourself silently cry, mourning the loss of the shell of a man you loved. That was your goodbye, and you couldn't think of a worse way of saying goodbye to someone - you didn't even get to say your last words to each other. All you could do was pray for your team, and bring hell to Shepherd when they inevitably took back Alejandro's base.

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Good girl, stay quiet for me (Emmett x reader) Part 2 to A second chance

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Part 1 (A second chance)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is early 20s and Emmett is late 30s), masturbation, voyeurism, angst, fluff, praise kink, very very slight degradation kink

a/n: y’all i am so apologetic if this smut is unreadable, i don’t think i’ve ever written smut before, so forgive me if it’s too horrific lol

Anyway here’s part 2 of this 2-part series, enjoy!

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Shaking the memories off, you stared as Emmett was drawing one of his sons again - over the last few weeks with each other, you had opened up more about your past lives. One particular night though, you had been sharing a memory with Emmett as he listened intently, holding your body in his arms as he sometimes did now. You had been crying at whatever painful memory you were sharing when you felt his hand come to the side of your face, tilting it up and placing his lips upon yours. You hadn’t pulled away - you’d be lying to yourself if you had said you didn’t like how it felt, even though you knew the age gap between you both was morally wrong. His lips were slightly chapped as were yours - but there was a tenderness to how he handled you - your lips both matching a rhythm, it felt right. But just as things were heating up, he had pulled away, looking at anything but you - it broke your heart, was he playing with you? You wanted to cuss him out, and ask what was wrong but feared causing too much noise, so just let him go.

You just found yourself watching his back as he turned, collected his stuff and headed out of the hole you were in. What the fuck was that? How could he do something like that and then run with no explanation? You spent the rest of your night curled up on Emmett’s bed quietly crying to yourself, feeling so dejected as you realised you had slowly been developing feelings for the man you now shared your life with - how were you supposed to face him when he inevitably came back? Would he ask you to leave - realising he made a mistake?

Emmett had walked off, deciding to take watch up on the top floors of the building you now knew as home. He sat, hunting rifle at his side, staring out the shattered windows at the surrounding overgrown weeds. He wanted to scream at himself for what he’d let happen - it was selfish of him. He knew where you had come from and he wanted to protect you - what if you thought he was just as bad as the men before him? He’d been discreetly fawning over you the past few weeks and he knew exactly when he found himself thinking about you in the way that he was.

It was a couple of weeks into your stay with Emmett and he had gone on a small run for a few necessities - you had begged to go with him, but he had refused, and there was no way you could’ve convinced him. Instead of worrying about Emmett, you decided you could distract yourself - still keeping him in your thoughts. You had laid on his bed - which you now both shared and found yourself taking in his scent, relishing in it as you so often wished you could do. The day you met him you knew he was attractive, and the attraction to him had only grown since. You had countless restless nights, trying not to wake Emmett from his sleep as you’d feel a pool of wetness developing between your legs, aching for Emmett who lay peacefully next to you. On this particular day though, you allowed yourself to indulge in the fantasies you had been having of Emmett while no one was around.

Gently running your hand under your shirt and up to your chest, you placed your thumb and forefinger on your nipple - rolling it with tender pressure - letting a soft breath out at the thought of Emmett. You dreamed of how Emmett’s lips would feel on your breast - the sensitive buds being graced by the desperate sucking of his mouth. Not being able to tease yourself anymore, you moved your hand from your breasts to your neck, keeping a steady grip - only if it was Emmett’s hand - you felt feral, losing all sense of logic at the thought of the calloused caresses Emmett’s hands could provide. With your other hand, you trailed it down your stomach, reaching the band of your underwear, letting a soft whine out. Pushing beneath the band of your underwear, you glided your finger over your clit - your whole body was so sensitive - it had been so long since you’d been able to feel pleasure. Rubbing your clit in gentle circles, your mind was still focused on Emmett and how he’d feel between your legs. Trying to keep as quiet as you could - only letting the softest of moans escape your lips, you sped up, feeling as the heat in your abdomen intensified. Removing your fingers from your clit, you inserted them inside yourself, feeling the way your walls throbbed with a dire need to be filled by Emmett. As you effortlessly pumped in and out of yourself, hearing the way your pussy would squelch as your fingers continuously worked it - you could hear it echoing within the small room you were in and a part of you wished Emmett had been here to witness it. With a few more pumps of your fingers, you felt the coil in your abdomen tightening up and with one more push, and a quiet moan of Emmett’s name, you felt the coil snap as your orgasm rolled over your body, causing your thighs to tremble as you whimpered at the loss of your fingers, still not feeling like you had been full enough, to begin with. Letting out a final quiet breathy moan, you rolled onto your side and made quick action at cleaning yourself, and bringing your heart rate down to normal before Emmett would be back. However, unbeknownst to you, Emmett had heard your breathy moans as he was about to slide back into the pipe. Instead, he had found himself growing hard in his trousers - trying to keep himself at bay, feeling like he had intruded upon you, but he was entranced by your sinful sounds and couldn’t move. The moment he had heard your quiet moaning of his name, however, he had lost all control and found himself pulling his cock - leaking with precum - out of his trousers. He gripped his cock pumping it with his hand, managing to keep his grunting to himself - avoiding alerting anything potentially around them. He continued this until he felt the pleasure in himself building and with a final pump, hearing as you started to move about with quiet, fastened breaths he had cum onto the floor beneath him, keeping his breathing steady as he put himself back in his trousers. Deciding an appropriate amount of time before he went back down, he realised how much of an issue this was about to become.

It had been a few hours now since Emmett had left to watch over the abandoned train station you were kept up in, and minute by minute it dawned on him just how much of an asshole he was. You had kissed him back - you clearly felt something for him, and he had just stood and left you without looking back once. He was hardly acting like an adult right now, and he needed to check up on you - he cared for you, a lot.

Treading cautiously back to you, he found your body curled up in the bed you now shared - you were lying on his side with the blanket pulled right up to your chin. As he walked forward, he saw the dried tears you had quietly cried as he had left you temporarily, and his heart broke. How could he hurt you like this? You didn’t deserve to feel such pain, and he was damned if he was about to let you go any longer not hearing from him.

Feeling as the bed dipped and someone started gently stroking your hair, you stirred from the nap you were having and opened your eyes, meeting Emmett’s gaze. He looked guilty, and a part of you was glad, but it also made you feel bad seeing him like this.

“Can we talk?” his tone was weary, he wasn’t sure how you were feeling and didn’t want to further cross any boundaries.

Sitting up, you gave a quiet reply, sleep still tangled with your mind, “Of course.”

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve being treated like that and - ...and I don’t regret kissing you one bit,” he stared directly into your eyes, a sudden heat spread throughout your body at the small confession, “but I understand if you don’t want this to happen again - you’re a lot younger, and I don’t want you to feel like you can’t back out if you regret this, I shouldn’t have been so selfish in my desires, I’m sorry.” A sudden feeling of vulnerability overcame Emmett, and he couldn’t bring himself to hold eye contact with you anymore - instead looking at the wall.

Staring at his form, you decided to ask, “And if I don’t want this to continue, will I have to leave?”, you weren’t serious, but you wanted to know.

Snapping his head back to you, his eyes were wide - did you believe he’d let you just go back out alone? “No of course not y/n. You’re staying here with me, and that’s final. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever, as long as I can see you, I know you’re as safe as you can be, and I couldn’t give that up.”

You raised your hand, placing it on his cheek, feeling as he leaned into your touch, “Well it’s okay because I don’t think I’d ever want to leave you, Emmett.” Emmett’s eyes flittered back up to your own as you continued, “I care about you a lot Emmett, this is the first time since...since Dad that I’ve felt genuinely safe, and I couldn’t think of anything more painful than not continuing whatever this is with you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, and any worries that were once present had now dissipated into thin air - it was just the both of you now. His lips were back on yours again, and this time they were more fervent than before. Letting out a quiet moan of shock, you reciprocated quickly, moving your own lips to join in a passionate kiss. Callous hands pawed at the sides of your waist - he couldn’t hide his desperation as he gently bit down on your lip, causing you to let out a soft gasp, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth - both fighting for dominance, until you inevitably lost and you felt his grip tighten. Pulling back for air, the both of you lay your foreheads against each other.

“Are you sure you want this?” Emmett wanted you - it was clear as his cock had started to harden in his trousers.

Without another word, you pulled him back into a kiss, slowly rubbing at his cock through his trousers - you had been dreaming of this for weeks, desperate to be filled by him. Feeling a growing wetness pool in your pants, you pulled your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss and feeling Emmett’s eyes hungrily staring at your exposed body. Pushing you back onto the bed, Emmet laid above your body. Bending close to your ear he whispered, “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me, yeah? Can you do that for me darlin’?” Your pussy clenched at his words, you didn’t think his voice could have that much of an effect on you, but you were glad to have been proven wrong. Moving back to your lips, he moved to your neck, trailing small love bites down to your chest, making you let out quiet breaths - being careful to not make too much sound. Bringing one of his hands to your breast, he massaged it gently as his mouth came down to suck on your unattended nipple. Biting down on your lip, you started to feel yourself grow desperate to feel him inside of you - you couldn't handle any more foreplay, you needed him.

“mmm please” you quietly moaned out, cautious not to break your one rule.

“What was that darlin'? Use your words like a good girl.” his hand had dipped beneath the waistband of your trousers and into your pants as he lazily circled your clit, drawing out the smallest of whines from you. His cock was straining painfully against his jeans, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could deal with it.

“Please I need you in me, I can’t wait anymore, please” He couldn’t deny your pleas - you sounded so desperate and pretty.

Pulling your trousers off in a singular swift motion, he placed gentle kisses on the insides of your thighs, teasing you before he pulled your underwear off and flung them onto the floor. Sitting back up, Emmett admired your naked body beneath him as he sat fully clothed still - you were beautiful, how had he got so lucky to have you? Before you could whine anymore, Emmett ripped his own clothes off, pressing his lips to yours to silence you.

Gently lining his cock up with your pussy, he gently pushed his way in - noticing the way your face contorted in pain.

“I’m sorry darlin’, you tell me to stop if it’s too much. You’re such a good girl taking me so far though, such a good slut for me.” his gentle degradation and care for your wellbeing had your pussy clenching around him already as you were suppressing desperate moans.

“no it’s okay, keep going, feels good, just hurts a little - I can take it” You looked up and him doe-eyed and it took everything in him not to slam into your tight pussy and have you panting for air.

Pushing himself further, he whispered gentle praises into your ear until he was buried inside of you. Stilling himself, he checked if you were okay, and the moment you reassured him, he was pulling back out, before he’d push back into you with military-grade-like precision. Trying to suppress his own grunts, he placed a hand over your mouth to suppress the lewd sounds that came from your mouth.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, taking me so well, fuck.” continuing to pump into you, Emmett could feel the tension in his abdomen starting to tighten as the lewd squelching of your pussy echoed in the small room.

“I don’t know how much longer I can go darlin’ you feel too good”

“s’okay, can I touch myself please, I need it” Your desperation and asking for permission almost pushed him over the edge. With a nod of his head, Emmett admired as you placed one hand between the both of you and started circling your clit as he continued to penetrate your pussy. Unable to control the subtle whimpers, you could feel your orgasm building in your stomach - circling your clit faster as Emmett placed his lips back onto yours.

With a final pump, your orgasm overwhelmed your body and your thighs shook against Emmett as he let you ride your orgasm out on him - you felt cock-drunk cumming over his cock as he praised you through your orgasm. As your walls continued to spasm, Emmett pulled himself out of you, hearing your quiet whimper of displeasure at the loss of fullness, and he continued to pump himself until he came on your stomach with a quiet grunt that had your pussy clenching around nothing.

Getting ready to clean yourself up, Emmett pushed your body back down and without saying a word went to get a cloth that he soaked in water and came back to clean you from his cum.

Smiling up at him, you stared as he came back to lay next to you, still not sharing any words, just being pulled into his chest, and basking in each other’s comfort, not needing to talk just yet.

Letting out a breath, Emmett tilted his face to look into your eyes, “I hope that was good enough to make up for earlier”.

“Yeah, it was. Better than good, thank you.” Nuzzling into his chest, you could feel your eyes growing heavy, feeling safe in Emmett’s arms.

“Go to sleep pretty girl, you deserve it.” Giving your forehead a peck, Emmett pulled the both of you down further into the bed, watching as you closed your eyes until your breathing evened out. Smiling at your relaxed, sleeping state, he whispered an “I love you” into your hair - his confession falling on deaf ears, feeling himself relaxing enough to fall asleep intertwined with your sleeping figure.

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Masterlist

Call of Duty

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Rescue mission (Soap x reader)

Good Boy (Soap x reader)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Go back to sleep, I got you (Ghost x reader)

Safe house rendezvous (Ghost x reader)

Captain John Price

n/a

Commander Phillip Graves

Southern Asshole (Graves x reader)

Dream a little dream of me (Graves x reader)

Fallout

Cooper ‘The Ghoul’ Howard

(It’s coming y’all)

Succession

Roman Roy

Be honest with me (Roman Roy x reader)

A Quiet Place II

Emmett

A second chance (Emmett x reader) ;Good girl, stay quiet for me (Emmett x reader)

Marvel

Wanda Maximoff

My Girl (Wanda x reader)

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A second chance (Emmett x reader)

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Part 2 (Good girl, stay quiet for me)

word count: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ age gap (reader is early 20s and Emmett is late 30s), eventual smut in part 2, angst, cult like stuff, allusion/mentioning of sexual assault, death, etc.

a/n: I watched ‘A Quiet Place II’ recently and I’m feral for Emmett y’all, they knew what they were doing when they casted Cillian Murphy. John Krasinski doing God’s work.

Seeing as I feel like I have an issue of rambling to fit description in, I’m making this 2 parts instead of like a 6k one-shot - don’t hate me lol

Enjoy my loves

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You’d come across Emmett a few weeks ago now - you think. There was no real way to tell time anymore; the clock on your watch still ticked, but you’d lost count of the days long ago now.

You were on the run when you had come across Emmett’s safe place - you had been with a group - only for about 2 weeks - before you realised you needed an out, and you needed one quick; it was a shame because they’d managed to find a fairly soundproof bunker - you thought you were safe. With that, you spent the next few nights sneaking about different storage rooms and searching duffle bags, until you had enough gear to survive and run someplace else. It had been a week in this new group when you started to hear quiet whispers between its people - you couldn’t quite make out what they had been saying, but the looks you’d receive from people were enough to tell you whatever was being whispered was about you. One night, you had needed to go to their makeshift bathroom - it was risky, but you couldn’t wait. On your way you could hear quiet murmurings amongst 2 people - it was the guy who had found you - Alec you think his name was and their leader if you’d call him that - James.

“We need to initiate her soon James, it's almost been a week - you told me to go find a girl, bring her back, and we’d initiate her.” your heart paused, and there was a dull ringing in your ears - what the fuck were they talking about?

“You better keep that mouth shut of yours, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that”, James’ voice had venom seeping through each word he enunciated - he had spoken so gently to you on your arrival, something was off, and you felt your gut twisting with anxiety.

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to disrespect you.” you could hear the tremble in Alec’s voice - he was scared, and it didn’t comfort you one bit.

“Look, we need another week, and then we will proceed with the initiation...we must follow the guidelines of the holy one Alec - she’s young and will be ready to take you when we are given guidance for you to do so. This cannot be rushed Alec boy, do you understand?” You had no clue what James was talking about, but it wasn’t hard to piece things together you were in the middle of some sort of religious cult, and you were chosen for some sick ‘initiation’ that you weren’t going to allow yourself to be apart of even if it meant you had to die.

“Yes Sir.” Alec had replied meekly.

Scuttling back to your bed, careful to make no sound as you heard the two men shuffling about, you ignored the need to empty your bladder and squeezed your eyes shut hoping no one had seen you.

Since that night you had noticed people were becoming more handsy with you, acting like they had a familial connection with you. Over the next week, you’d listen into conversations when you could, trying to figure out when the ‘initiation’ was. When you heard it was going to be at the end of the week, you had to make a guess as they had a single calendar in James’ office that you couldn’t enter. From the night you heard this, you had decided upon leaving the next coming night just to be safe - you had collected enough belongings and hid them outside in a bush one night when everyone was sleeping.

It was the night, and you were trying your best to not appear jittery, but the reality was you were scared - you knew the moment these aliens or whatever the fuck they were invaded that the most primitive sides of people were going to be revealed - it was the sad reality of human nature. Going through the day with no issue, you were eventually sat eating some soup like everyone else in silence as usual - you had tried making conversation the day you got here and was immediately reprimanded - that should’ve been your first warning sign.

With the sun set and everyone in their makeshift beds, you lay upon your own, waiting to hear the quiet snores and breaths of everyone around you. You were probably waiting for around 2 hours before you decided you were safe. Since surviving for as long as you had, you’d become an expert at sneaking around, making no noise. Walking out of the room as you had done on several nights, you came to a set of stairs in the bunker and made your way up them, making no noise. Then came the door - it had been recently sprayed to loosen the hinges for when the men would go on runs, so it was an easy process too. Pushing it open, you were met with a harsh breeze of fresh air. Closing the door behind you, you crept to a bush in the far corner by a densely populated area of trees. Leaning down, you were careful putting the backpack on your shoulders. With a success, you took a hunting rifle you had stolen from the floor, hooked it on your right shoulder and made it through the trees.

Your heart dropped instantly - you were barely 5 minutes in and you found yourself on all fours, having tripped on a wire. The bastards, they’d set them up around the bunker - you felt stupid to have not thought about this, but you needed to pick yourself up and run as a shrill sound started to ring all around you. Suddenly you heard the door of the bunker crash open and there was shouting - they knew it was you, but you didn’t care - you could only think about running, your ears were concentrating on the beating of your heart as adrenaline pumped through your body - you couldn’t hear anything around you. That was until you heard it screech - was this it for you? Pushing your legs faster you heard as guns were shot - maybe or maybe not successfully killing those things, you didn’t care to turn around and look. Continuing to run as footsteps were gaining on you, you came across a train track and followed it up, noticing several large decrepit buildings - this could be your chance to escape them, and you were taking it.

Noticing a hole in a wire fence, you pushed your way through, not caring enough about the rattling of the metal as you went through. Unknown to you, there was a trap set up, similar to the one outside the bunker, and you yet again found yourself tripping over some wire, causing a clashing of metal bottles to go off. There it was again. The fucking screeches of those creatures. Picking your tired body back up, you made a beeline to the first building you could see. Halfway there though, you heard the metal rattle of the fence, turning you made eye contact with Alec.

“y/n get back here right now damn it! You ungrateful bitch, we were going to give you a good life you know!” he was screaming over the sound of the creatures and gunshots that were much further away - you were convinced they were going to attract every single one of them things in the country to your location.

Another screech sounded to your left, causing both you and Alec to turn. Without wasting any more time, you continued to the building with Alec hot on your heels.

“y/n I’m not -” Before the man could continue with his pathetic sentence, you heard a scream come from his mouth. You couldn’t find it in you to feel guilt, you were almost happy the thing had gotten him - you felt disgusted at the fact you believed he deserved it, but that was just the way of this new world.

Getting into the building, still hearing Alec’s screams, you were praying it’d be enough for the creature to not follow you. Just as you were about to press your back against the wall, you felt a hand cover your mouth, and an arm trap you against someone’s chest. Fear shot through you again - they’d got you, they’d won in the end, of course they’d have. However, a new unfamiliar voice hit your ears as you squirmed in the foreign pair of arms, “Shush, follow me”.

Calming your movements, but still on guard, you turned to meet the eyes of this man - they looked tired, and kind almost, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to let your guard down. Watching as he quietly jogged through the building, you decided to follow him as he said to - you didn’t feel like you had much choice - it was either you follow him or you had a worse fate with the other surviving men of the cult, or the creatures.

Darting between metal barrels and concrete slabs, you came up to a drop - watching as the man jumped into the large pipe, you made no hesitation to follow suit. Landing on some broken sandbags, you weren’t given the chance to admire the room as you heard another screech emitted within the building. The man opened what looked like a vault of sorts and waited for you to jump in - it looked cramp, but again what choice did you have right now? Jumping in, the man followed and shut the door. The both of you were sat panting, heart rates accelerated at an unhealthy speed. As you watched the man open his mouth, your eyes immediately went wide - there was no way he was about to compromise the both of you after all of that.

“Don’t worry they can’t hear us down here.” his voice was muffled behind the mask he wore, but you heard.

Instead of replying, you looked straight in front of you at the wall, thinking about the last few events - still trying to catch your breath.

Hearing a beep, your head snapped up - you looked like a deer caught in headlights - every minor sound had you on edge. Watching the man stop it, he went to open the container, but not before you reached for his arm, “What the fuck are you doing?”, you shot him an incredulous look at his actions.

“We’ll be fine now, and if I keep it shut any longer we’re dead - it’s shut airtight in here.”, he continued to open the vault again as your arm came back to your side.

Your heartbeat still hadn’t calmed down, and you could feel the palpitations of it as the man exited the container. But nothing happened - he was walking about his room with ease - he looked relaxed. Taking a deep breath, you walked out too, standing still when you made contact with the concrete floor - you were safe.

“We can talk down here too, but only in whispers” You nodded in his direction, almost not catching quite what he had said.

Watching as he sat at a desk covered in drawings, you took the liberty to take the other seat further from him, but still close enough. You couldn’t bring yourself to take your eyes off him, and he must’ve known because he turned around looking you dead in the eye. Taking the mask that covered his features off, you felt yourself stop breathing - he was attractive, as attractive as a man could be considering the conditions everyone was currently in.

“So what was that out there?” he asked nonchalantly, leaning back against the desk, and spreading his legs.

“I was running.” your voice was much quieter than was necessary, almost impossible to hear, and your eyes glossed over - now that you really had the time to think things through, you realised just how dire of a situation you had been in, and how different things could’ve been.

“I see. They ain’t gonna come back here are they?” you couldn’t blame him for putting his own safety first - you were an intruder to him, and he had every right to worry.

“I don’t think so.” you inhaled deeply, musting up the courage you explain the situation, so he’d understand - you were worried he’d make you leave soon. “I think they were some sort of cult...they uh wanted me to uh go through with this initiation thing. I think they were going to do something to me...mentioned about how I was ‘young’ and uh ‘ready to take’ one of the guys.” you were playing with the slightly calloused skin on your hands, fearing his response.

“I’m Emmett.” is all he said...was that a good sign?

“Oh, uh I’m y/n.” you gave him one of those awkward smiles you’d offer to people you’d pass on the street.

You were just sat staring at each other - neither knowing quite how to interact with the other - you were 2 introverts in a room, and you weren’t going to be the first to speak up again.

After a few minutes of intensely holding each other’s gaze, you looked back down at your hands just as he spoke up again, “You been by yourself this whole time then?”, he was trying to understand how you’d gone for as long as you had out there - you didn’t look too old, so you must’ve had people before this group surely.

“uh I was with that group for about 2 weeks I think, then before them I...” your head started buzzing at the memories - what was going on? All you were envisioning was the death of your dad - neither your mum nor brother had even made it out of the house with a fighting chance. You remembered how your dad had stupidly dropped a bullet on the floor, you’d thought you were both okay - it was a silly mistake, and it wasn’t too loud. But you were wrong, so so wrong. You watched as a creature had jumped your dad and ripped him limb from limb as you stood in shock - hearing him scream out in pain between attempting to tell you to run, but all you could do was watch as the thing killed the last remaining person you knew.

Emmett furrowed his brows at your sudden silence, you look dazed. As he placed a cautious hand on your shoulder, he watched as you flinched at his touch - he felt a sudden surge of guilt, giving you a sorry look.

“uh sorry, was just thinking. I was with my dad before the group...he’s gone now.” you looked into his eyes, seeing the empathy he shared with you - he’d lost people too, you could tell. You wondered if that’s who the drawings were of.

“I...” He didn’t really have anything to say - a sorry wouldn’t fix things, wouldn’t make you feel better, so he chose to stay silent instead. He could tell you weren’t a threat to him, and against his better judgement he felt a sense of protectiveness over you now - he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

You think you had been sat there for about 30 minutes before either one of you spoke up again. “You can take my bed by the way, I think you could do with it.” he was right - your whole body had ached, and he somehow had a fairly okay bed down here considering the conditions you were all in. As much as you wanted to be polite and refuse, you found your legs taking control, and before you knew it, you were situated on his bed as he put some materials on the floor, so it was comfortable enough to sleep on.

With you curled up, Emmett started blowing the candles out one by one before laying himself down on the floor. With silence filling the room, you whispered a quiet goodnight to him.

“Goodnight y/n.” he quietly responded back with - it felt strange speaking to someone like this - he’d been alone for a while now. The both of you rapidly fell into the open arms of sleep, feeling secure with each other’s presence - you felt like you were safe here, and you hoped you were right this time.

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Go to sleep, I got you (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader)

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word count: 3.3k

warnings: 18+, anxiety, daddy issues, pure fluff and comfort, mention of night terrors

a/n: do I believe Ghost is as soft as I’m gonna make him in this? No not really. Do I care about the realism of his character? No, I don’t.

Hopefully this is a nice comfort fic for any of you struggling with anxiety or having a hard time - I get how difficult it can be and I'm a sucker for fluffy fics when I feel like that.

(all is edited, praying there's no more mistakes)

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You had been struggling to sleep recently - every night as you were getting ready for bed you felt each symptom of your anxiety starting to brew. You had been through hell and back several times and yet it was a sudden increase of unnecessary adrenaline that was causing the most havoc in your life. You hadn’t mentioned it to anyone on the base, scared you’d be put on leave or something - that was the last thing you wanted.

Feeling your heart rate pick up, you sat yourself on the edge of your bed, holding your head in an attempt to steady yourself. Instead you felt yourself becoming increasingly claustrophobic, and the layers of your uniform started to feel like they were choking you, causing you to start sweating in a panic with a wave of dizziness taking over your senses. Sliding onto the cool floor, you removed the layers of your uniform and sat there in your trousers and a bra. Mentally you were going over breathing in and out, focusing on deep breaths, but you were struggling to fill your lungs, and started to panic further when you were only achieving shallow breaths. That’s it, you needed to get out of this room. Suddenly everything started closing in on you, so quickly grabbing a hoodie, you threw it on and made your way out of the barracks and outside. Finally taking a deep breath, you felt your lungs filling with the air you felt like you were lacking. With another breath, you slid your back against the cold bricked wall.

How much longer were you to continue like this? You didn’t want to receive help, you felt like you should be able to get through this without being a burden to anyone else - for god sake you were an adult now, and at the very least you were expected to take care of yourself. You didn’t want to go ask for some drugs either - dad had drilled that one into your head since you were a kid - “you need to grow up y/n, you can’t keep acting like this - I ain’t about to have a kid who has to pop a pill every time they feel a bit scared”, the memories felt harsh when you’d look back on them, but you always gave your dad the benefit of the doubt, it was tough love your mum would say.

Suddenly you felt tears welling up in your eyes - all you had ever wanted was a bit of support growing up and instead, you were left fearful as you dealt with things alone. You couldn’t help but let yourself be vulnerable - there was no one around at this time, so you knew you’d be okay.

Before any more tears were able to decorate your face though, you heard a familiar set of steps coming from your right. Wiping at your eyes, praying they weren't obviously red, you looked up at Ghost - both of you made eye contact and he spotted your red eyes immediately and felt his stomach drop. The whole team knew he had a soft spot for you - he'd always be by your side after missions making sure you were okay, and when you all went out drinking after any successes, he'd watch you from whatever corner you were all sat in as you danced with the team and made drunken conversation with whoever would speak to you - ready to jump them like some sort of animal if they ever made the wrong moves on you.

Without a word, Ghost crouched down on his knees in front of you, neither of you breaking eye contact with each other, "What's going on with you love?" he asked in a soft gruffness he had reserved for you and you only.

You put on a smile, hoping you could convince him enough, "Hi Ghost. I just couldn't sleep - back was killing me after training today" You laughed out, not wanting to bother him with your issues - your dad had taught you better.

He could see straight through your bullshit and he wasn't leaving you until you told him the truth and he could actively tell you were okay. "It hurting you that much it made you cry?" he got you - he'd seen you beat and shot several times on the field, and it was rare he'd see you cry then, let alone from some back pain.

You softly sighed, looking away, you didn't want to make eye contact with him right now - you felt bad for lying, especially since you knew he'd caught you out.

"Love, tell me what's going on." you shivered as the breeze hit you both, and Ghost stood, holding his hand out to you, "We'll talk inside where it's warm." swallowing, you took his hand, allowing him to pull you up from the ground - his hands felt nice, they were rough, but they were gentle - you teased he was a gentle giant once, and you stand by that comment.

"Ghost?" you mumbled to him, hoping he heard.

Without missing a beat, his head snapped to yours, "hm?".

"Can we go to your room? I can't go in mine right now. I'm sorry, we don't have to, I under-" before you could continue your mumbles he cut you off.

"y/n, of course we can, you don't need to apologise to me for anything, okay?" you nodded in response, his eyes were kind, and he wasn't mad.

Following Ghost to his room, you felt your palms starting to sweat again - you knew he'd get you to talk, and you'd never said this to anyone, you were scared to admit your vulnerabilities - you struggled to accept them yourself, let alone have someone else accept them or even worse if they didn't accept them, then singled you out more than how you already felt.

Ghost opened the door to his room, waiting for you to walk in first like the gentleman he is - it made you smile, it was a simple gesture, but you appreciated it nonetheless. As you walked past you chuckled to yourself as you noticed the size difference between you both, he was towering over you - it always made you giggle being stood next to the giant.

His room was fairly bare - yours was too though, the barracks weren't home to you even if you did spend a majority of your time here, you didn't ever want to settle enough to the point where it became home - Ghost seemed the same.

You walked in, settling on the edge of his bed, feeling yourself sink down as you placed your weight onto it. You had a scowl on your face, there was a noticeable difference in the comfort of his mattress to your own - it really did pay to have a higher rank sometimes.

Looking back up at Ghost, you watched as he sat next to you, not looking at you, but you knew his full attention was on you. He had a staring problem, but he knew better than to make you feel any more vulnerable than what you were.

"So, you going to tell me what's been going on y/l/n?" it was rhetorical - as much as you knew he'd never make you talk more than what you felt comfortable with - you also knew he wanted enough information so he could understand you and try and help you.

Fiddling with your hands in your lap, you felt yourself growing anxious again, "uh, so lately I've been getting I guess you could call them anxiety attacks of sorts. I say lately, but I've dealt with it since I was a kid, but recently it's felt like I've been losing control Simon." you felt yourself tearing up again, you didn't like this one bit, and Simon could tell. You felt his hand move to your knee and rest on your thigh, circling it with his thumb in an attempt to calm you down and prompt you to continue. "I end up staying awake for hours on end - I just have all these thoughts going through my head, spreading like wildfire - one concern after another, and I'm so exhausted Simon, I really am, but I have no clue what to." He continued rubbing soft circles into your thigh, listening intently as you went. "I need...I...I think I need help Simon." you looked up at him, seeing his gaze on your own - his eyes were sad, he had no idea you'd be struggling with this by yourself, and he wished he'd noticed sooner. With a deep breath, and a wipe of your eyes you continued, "I didn't want to tell anyone, I don't want to take leave from the team - it wouldn't help, and I know it wouldn't - I'd just be even more alone, with even more time to linger on my own thoughts. And I thought I could do this alone, I mean I'm not a child anymore, I should be okay, why can't I do this?" and that's when you broke, you fell into his shoulder, then his chest as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing his spare hand to the side of your face, stroking it gently as you cried.

Simon felt his heart ache hearing your cries, he wanted to take all the pain you felt away - you didn't deserve to feel like this, you were so good to him, to the whole team, you shouldn't have to endure what you're going through.

As your cries slowed down into little sniffles, Ghost took his chance to speak, while you continued to feel secure in his arms, "Love, I'm sorry you had to deal with all that alone, I wish I had noticed sooner," he squeezed you to him gently a bit more, "but you don't need to feel as alone as you do. You know I'm always here for you, and I can guarantee you the rest of the team is too, but I'm more than happy to be your first point of contact at any time - I don't want you to feel like you can't ever come to me, I'll be here to support you. You're not going to be put on temporary leave either, if it's not going to help you then it's not going to happen, okay?" he felt you nod into his chest, making him smile underneath the mask a bit. "Look, how about you sleep here tonight - only if you feel comfortable of course. Maybe you'll sleep better if you weren't so alone, and we've got another long day of training tomorrow, so I'd rather you weren't sleep deprived trying to spar Johnny who will be full of energy", feeling you chuckle into his chest, Ghost felt warmth spread throughout his - you weren't crying anymore, but you still felt exposed.

Gently standing from his position on the bed, Ghost pulled you up, encapsulating you within his arms once more. You couldn't lie, you'd never felt so protected as you felt right now, you knew Simon would never let anything hurt you, and there was a newfound comfort in knowing he didn't see you as a burden, but he was read to assist you in your panic attacks, and help you sleep. You felt your heart flutter at his actions.

"How about you take a pair of my pyjama bottoms to sleep in love, then we'll get to bed?" you again nodded at the suggestion, you were happy you felt like you were going to finally get a decent night's sleep because of Ghost - the big man that everyone seemed to be afraid of, but not to you - you could never fear him, you saw the man he was under the mask, even if he tried to hide it from you.

Handing you a pair of bottoms, he allowed you to enter to bathroom to get ready for the night while he waited on the bed. Walking in you looked in the mirror, noticing how puffy your eyes were. Splashing some water on your face, you then patted it dry and removed your own trousers to put his bottoms on. They were huge - engulfing your legs, so you had none left. Chuckling at the size of his clothes, you rolled the bottom of the pajamas up enough that you wouldn't trip over them. Removing your bra, so you didn't have to deal with it digging into you all night, you placed it on top of your folded tousers. Finishing up in the bathroom, you took a final breath and walked out.

"Feeling better love?" you nodded at him giving a small smile, and you noticed the way his masked shifted where his lips were - he was smiling too.

"Alright then, go take a side and I'll be with you soon" he said as he made his way into the bathroom to change himself.

Laying in Simon's bed felt like a dream, you were entranced by the scent of his aftershave on the bedding - already feeling relaxed enough to fall asleep then and there as your eyelids became heavy. You were ready to give in to sleep but wanted to wish Simon a goodnight.

Turning on your side, and gently closing your eyes, you were willing yourself to not fall asleep. Before you knew it though you felt a dip in the bed next to you and the lights went dark. Turning to face Simon you placed your head on his chest whispering a small "Thank you and goodnight" into his ear and it made his own heart skip a beat that you appreciated him enough to do that.

Wanting to remain on his chest and listen to his heart beat as it lulled you to sleep, you moved back onto your side not wanting to cross a line. You already missed the feeling of his breath in your hair, and his skin against your cheek. Feeling a surge of confidence you turned back to Simon, he was secretly hoping he'd be able to hold you again - his arms felt empty and as much as he knew he was helping you sleep, you were doing just as much for him - he doesn't know when he last had a full night's sleep either. "Simon, can I uh-" before you could finish the sentence he moved you back onto his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist as your hand landed on his chest. Feeling you smile into his chest, he placed a chaste kiss on top of your head, making you catch your breath realising he'd removed the mask - he trusted you, and you felt a surge of happiness spread within you.

Humming into his chest, you felt your eyes close as you listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart as his arms remained circled around your body, keeping you in place and secure - he made you feel in control again. With a final breath, you succumbed to sleep as Simon watched your breathing go into a steady pattern. Knowing you were okay now, Simon closed his own eyes, holding you close to his body, relishing in your warmth and comfort, and he too succumbed to sleep and found himself void of night terrors and only with visions of you in his dreams.

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Rescue Mission (Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader)

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word count: 6.1k...i can't write a 3k essay but I can do this

warnings: 18+ mild smut, fluff, a lot of violence, self-doubt, graphic stuff etc. (forgive me if I've forgotten anything)

a/n: Wow am I entering my writing era again? I haven't written any sort of fanfic since I was like in my early teens, and I'm sure you can imagine how bad it was then, so I'd like to think this is better, but that's up to y'all to dictate. I do hope you all enjoy it, and as much as I desperately wanted to write for Ghost (which maybe I will in the future) I wanted to do something for Soap, he deserves love too, and there's not enough.

I don't know if I'll make this a part 2, if enough of you want it then I'll see what I can do - I also don't know how much more I'll write - knowing me it'll be like once in a blue moon lol

Anyway, I've spent my time writing this instead of completing uni work, which I desperately need to finish, but anything to procrastinate. I'd really appreciate any and all feedback, so please let me know if I can improve and if y'all wanna see anything specific in the future.

(I've gone over and edited it, so hopefully there's no mistakes)

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With an intruding knock on your door followed by Ghost’s command of “Smoke get your ass up, Price wants you in his office in 10.” You were left to get ready in a rush with no negotiations.

Walking into the bathroom all you can focus on is the redness around your eyes followed by some bags to bring the look together, and the faded scar under your left eye as a reminder of past fights. You find yourself rarely getting any sleep these days - between random calls for missions and the ongoing night terrors, there’s little to no time for rest. You tend to wonder how much longer your body will be able to handle before it gives into exhaustion and you hit the ground - probably with Ghost at your heels telling you to get the fuck up before he drags you up himself. It really wouldn’t be a surprise if he did that to you, you thought to yourself with a small smirk gracing your face.

With several minutes to spare you throw some water on your face, flinching at the temperature - not quite awake enough to readily process things - patting your face dry and smoking your eyes out with some black paint you're closer to being ready to leave. You find yourself thinking back on a memory where Lt argued you had stolen his look of the blacked-out eyes and anonymity, but you begged to differ, plus you teased you looked better than the big man anyway, which had made him quietly huff.

Finishing up in the bathroom you slipped the plain black balaclava over your head, weary of the healing cut that laid as a reminder of the last mission on your cheek. In some fresh undergarments and black uniform you find yourself robotically walking out the room and down the hall to Price - there’s little thought in your actions anymore, everything’s just an automatic response, and there’s no need to think.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door, “Captain.”

“Come in Smoke.” Price said with a gruffness to his tone - he's not quite a morning person himself despite how long he'd been in the military.

Walking into the room, there’s a thick layer of tension that feels suffocating - your not sure what he’s going to ask of you, but you're on edge, he looks nervous, and Price is never unnecessarily nervous.

“Please sit Smoke.” And he averted his gaze on your eyes to look back down at his desk - it was definitely nerves, he didn't quite have Ghost's staring issues, but he always stared you down when you were walking into the office.

“Yes, Captain.” Without much else to say, you took your place on the dingy chair in front of his desk.

“Did Ghost tell you anything?” He made eye contact then, not averting it like before.

“…no, he didn’t. Just said to meet you in 10.” You felt your brows furrowing slightly at his question - should Ghost have said anything? You would've liked a pre-warning from the guy seeing Price's nerves shining through.

“Well, we’ve got a mission come up for you. It’s solo.” He states staring directly into your eyes, he knew you weren't going to be okay with this arrangement, so why the fuck had he decided on this.

“And you can’t have Ghost complete it?” There was a growing edge of anger to your tone, you didn’t want this, and you were getting progressively defensive.

“He’s aiding Laswell in a separate mission. You can’t hide forever y/n - it’s been a year now, and you’ve had more than enough time only participating in group missions…I wouldn’t make you do this if I doubted you.” There was sincerity in his tone, but you didn't want to believe him, you refused to.

“You didn’t doubt me a year ago and look how that went down, almost got the whole team's data exposed and ended up near enough getting Johnny killed while his ass was dumb enough to accept a rescue mission to save me.” Your hands were starting to shake underneath the table, and you could feel your heart rate starting to beat faster at the memories of Johnny coming to save you. “Look Price I’m not the fucking one, you got enough men on this base better than me and-“

“It’s MacTavish Smoke, and no I don't", you felt your stomach drop and the thoughts started running wild through your head. "Soap lost contact with us 2 days ago and we’ve received intel that a new terrorist organisation in the Middle East have taken him hostage. I’m not going to tell you again Sergeant - your mission is to save Seargent MacTavish and you’ll do it without fail. Do you understand?” He was giving no room for you to back out of this, there was no way to. You couldn't leave Johnny, but you also didn't feel capable after screwing up your last solo mission.

The tension had snapped after his confession, but was replaced with trepidation - it was all up in the air now, but you still felt like you were suffocating. Johnny was supposed to be on an in-and-out mission, nothing too difficult - he was supposed to be done tomorrow, what the fuck had happened?

Swallowing, you asked for the necessary intel, and Price started to brief you on the mission. You were to head to Yemen, following coordinates that Price would send to you once you were in the country. From here you were alone - it was a high-risk operation and they didn't want to risk losing more soldiers than was needed - Price knew you were capable of completing this alone, even if you didn't.

~~~Time skip~~~

Now in the heli you were about an hour away from the house Soap was situated in - you had, had time on the aeroplane to figure out a basic plan and between the anxiety of what Soap was currently enduring and the desperation to succeed you knew what you were going to do.

Price's intel suggsted there were about 50 men minimum around this base at all times - but tonight there was some sort of event, and there were going to be about half that, which made things easier, but you knew it meant they'd be on higher alert; especially when they have a member of the 141. About 5 men would be at the entrance to this home give or take; another few men would be around the back of the house; give or take there would about 6 men patrolling the ground and first floors; then that left probably 3 men with Johnny and some stragglers patrolling the ground of the place, but there was no guarantee this was even close to the layout in reality. What you did know though was that there was a blind spot around the east side of the house where there was a small hatch to the basement of the place - this was your only safe way in and depending on how things went, it'd also be your safe way out.

"Seargent y/l/n, we're here, you ready?" you heard a static voice come through the headset from the pilot.

"As ready as one could be I guess.", you all but muttered into the mic.

And with a count down you were sliding down the rope and landed heavily onto the ground - it was dry land, which meant it'd be easier to cover tracks if necessary, but it also meant there were fewer ways in which you could hide yourself and Soap wouldn't be in the best of conditions for this, assuming he was alive.

Hiking to the house, you were half expecting someone to take you down on the spot with every step you took, but with each step, you got closer to where you had to be, but you still couldn't allow yourself to take a relaxed breath of air.

After about a 40-minute walk, you found yourself on the edge of the compound if you could call it that. You were in the middle of nowhere and already knew you needed to do this quietly - running away was going to be difficult with the sheer amount of open land, but there were a few valleys into the back of the compound, which you were sure you'd be able to escape and camp up in, assuming there were caves within them.

You noticed there were a group of men at the front - maybe about 11..something wasn't right, but you had no clue what was going on yet. There were 2 guys covering the back of the place and no one on the east side - at least it was a blind spot for sure. Without another thought, you went from your prone position to stalking toward the hatch, which would hopefully lead to Soap.

Putting an ear to the small hatch, you listened for what was beneath, and so far there was only silence - hopefully, it stayed that way. With that, you lifted the hatch carefully, making little noise, and peered in, seeing steps leading down - it was dark though - had they been depriving Soap of all his senses hoping he'd go mad enough to confess or something?

Without little insight into what was beneath you, you had no real way to plan how you'd go about this, but what you did know was there were more men outside than you'd planned for, which gave you a little less anxiety. Creeping down the stairs, you turned your night vision on and took a moment to look around. Where the fuck was Johhny? All you could see were damp cobble walls and dirt. Walking to the bottom of the stairs you pulled a suppressed pistol out and a knife and stalked the room looking for another door.

Suddenly a door above you opened - there was another set of stairs and light seeped through before it closed again, welcoming the darkness once again. With the night vision still active you could see one of the men walking down the stairs with what looked like an AK-47 - that made it a lot easier for you to take him out from behind, it would take too long for him to adjust and fire. Watching him reach the bottom of the stairs, you stalked closer to his figure and just before he could flip the switch on the wall, you pulled your knife and plunged it into his neck, covering his mouth and slowly lowering his writhing body to the floor - making sure to make as little noise possible.

Moving the guys body to an empty corner of the room you remained silent and listened for anything else above - no sound. You assumed he was to take watch of Soap - hoping he was behind a door you noticed was under the stairs this guy had come down. There was again no light seeping underneath; either he was elsewhere or they were indeed depriving him of his sense, but you had no idea if there were any men in there. Putting your ear to the door all you could make out were some shallow breaths - it had to Johnny.

Pushing the door forward, you cringed hearing it squeak on his hinges. If someone was in here, then they knew you were too, and with no precautionary thoughts, you walked into the room, scanning it with your gun aimed and knife up.

There he was. You felt tears prick at your eyes, his body had stiffened and his breathing had picked up - Johnny wasn't ever usually this scared, what had they done to him?

Turning to your left you flipped a switch and closed the door behind you, putting a chair underneath in case anyone tried to walk in before you could prepare.

Walking to Johnny you placed a gentle hand pulling up the cloth bag they'd placed over his head - the small flinch hadn't gone unnoticed by your gaze. Letting him adjust to the light, you placed a gentle hand on his jaw, examining the cuts littering his face - you doubt they'd scar, but you were guessing the real pain was done to his body - you could see the crimson that was dried to his clothes - he looked like a mess, you had to get the both of you out of here and straight to a medic, you couldn't bare this for much more.

Of all the years you'd known Johnny, you'd always denied how you felt about him - he was a friend, a coworker, and there was a fine line you refused to cross, you didn't want to lose him nor your team. But seeing him like this, seeing him so broken - noticing his pained stare holding onto your eyes, you knew you couldn't deny what you felt anymore. There was no way you could deny that the pain in your chest wasn't due to the man you refused to accept your feelings for.

"Smoke? That you?" Soap all but managed to mumble out - his eye was bruised up and there was some mild swelling - nothing that concerned you too much, but you could imagine he was having a hard time properly focusing on you.

"Yeah, it's me Johnny. You're alright now, yeah." you said it more to convince yourself than him, but you had to start making moves, as much as you wanted to hold him in your arms and soothe whatever was going through his head, you had to get him out of here before they sent more of them down here, you knew you were counting down mere minutes before they would come.

"Johnny I'm going to cut you out and give you a stim, then we're going - we'll find somewhere to hold up for a bit then I'll call for evac." you were rushed in your movements, still careful with him to not hurt him any more than what he was.

With his hands now free, he brought them to his sides and tried to loosen his arms up a bit from where they had been stiff behind his back. Coming to his front, you gave him a stim and he became more aware of what was happening.

Standing tall, you held his sides, noticing his lack of balance. He sucked a breath in when he felt your hands come up on his sides - you were so gentle, he'd only felt calloused hands pressing into his body over the course of the past few days, and it felt comforting to have you holding him with such care.

With one last look up into his eyes, you told him to follow behind - just to trust you. He never doubted you for a second, the moment he'd known it was you who was sent to rescue him, he knew you'd get the both of them to safety - he admired your skill on the field, even if you didn't possess the same ability to believe you could succeed this.

Moving the chair from the door you flipped the switch, feeling one of Soap's hands come up to your shoulder - he didn't want to admit it to himself, but he knew this was going to take a toll on his mental state.

Opening the door, you took a deep breath and moved forward with Soap at your heel. Crouching back in front of the guy you'd taken out, you took his gun, and gave it to Soap behind you, which he gladly took - feeling more confident now he could aid you.

Heading up the stairs to the hatch, you both suddenly went stiff hearing the door open. Without much thought to pushed Soap further up the stairs whispering for him to leave and run into a valley - you'd be right behind him. His eyes remained on yours - he looked worried, he didn't want to leave you - he'd never forgive himself if you were hurt because he ran. With another push, he lifted the hatch - he trusted you, he had too.

Aiming the pistol you hit the first guy directly in the head, knocking him cold. He fell to the floor with a thud and before you could get a solid aim on the second guy, he shouted something in Arabic and suddenly you could hear chaos starting to ensue upstairs - all you could think was how the fuck you were going to do this now. Shooting the guy in the leg, he fell to the floor with a pained scream and you rushed out the hatch hearing several men shouting at each other. You could see Soap at an edge of a valley - it wasn't a far run, you could make this you were sure.

Without a second thought, you took off for the valley edge where you could see Soap prone aiming his gun. Suddenly bullets started to litter the ground around you and Soap could only do so much to fire back before they'd eventually get him to. Pulling the infamous smoke grenades from your belt you pulled the pin in one throwing it behind you and another one you threw in Soaps direction. With bullets still firing at nothing, you pushed your legs as fast as they'd go, and just as you got to where Soap was now stood, you felt a searing pain travel up your left arm.

"Fuck! Soap I've been hit" you gritted between clenched teeth, "carry on running, we need to find somewhere to bunker down for the next few hours while tensions calm".

Nodding his head in your direction, Soap continued forth with you in tow - you could both hear the men shouting from behind - they were gaining, but you were still ahead enough to hide. Feeling a hand grip your right arm, you were pulled into Soap's side in a crack big enough for the two of you. You could feel the beating of his heart and for a minute you felt yourself relax and just as you did the adrenaline started to wear off, and your arm was throbbing in pain.

Looking over Soap, he seemed to be okay - the stim hadn't worn off yet, and you still had another one for when it did.

Leaning his head down, you felt your heart pause - you felt yourself staring at his lips, wondering how they would feel pressed against your own, thinking that it'd be enough to distract you from the current pain you felt. You felt your hands running up his torso to lay on his chest, feeling his heart beat even faster if that was possible. He was warm despite the nipping breeze. Preparing to move your hand to his neck, Soap bent closer to your ear whispering for you to follow him. You felt stupid - of course, he wasn't about to kiss you in the middle of a mission, let alone ever - you had selfishly been misinterpreting his body's response as something else - he was hurt and tensions were high - you were stupid to think it had been anything to do with you. With that you dropped your arms back to your sides, flinching as you lower your right arm, and followed Soap deeper into this crack, seeing it led into a small cave - it was still cramped, but you'd live.

As you were about to open your mouth to speak, Soap placed his hand over it - silencing you from making any sound, clenching your thighs, you found yourself keening into his touch before coming back to your sense when you heard footsteps and Arabic being shared between people. Suddenly things got very real again and you felt Soap's over arm come across your waist and pull you into him - the both of you needed some sort of comfort right now, and the both of you relished in each other's warmth.

With quiet shallow breaths, the men passed by and you relaxed against Soap's chest. You felt safe with him behind you, you had been so anxious completing this mission that you felt back in your comfort zone being with Soap.

"Think we're okay now hen?" That stupid pet name he used had you smiling underneath the mask, you secretly loved how he only said it to you, but would always pretend it bothered you, which only made him tease you more.

With a staggered breath you turned to face him - you didn't realise how close you were, your noses almost touching but you didn't make the effort to move. "I think we're okay Johnny, for now at least, we'll wait a couple hours then I call for evac".

"How're you feeling?" you asked tentatively placing a hand under his cheek where there was a cut, careful not to press too hard - you never wanted to cause him pain.

Feeling bolder than usual, Soap placed a hand over yours that held his cheek - you felt your heart rate pick up, feeling his calloused skin run over your gloved hand and onto your wrist where your skin was exposed. He could feel the fast pulse within your wrist and wanted to ignore the dull ache in his body, noticing that the stim was starting to wear off. He stared into your open eyes, looking at him so full of admiration, and all he wanted to do was press his lips to yours in a searing kiss - so selfishly he wanted to distract himself with you. He'd seen you with your mask off once and the image was burned into his mind - he spent countless nights led in bed remembering how full your lips looked; how smooth your skin was - with a faded scar beneath your left eye; the way your hair perfectly parted down the middle with bangs that perfectly framed your face, and hair stopping at your shoulders; with a jaw so perfectly carved he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in the crook of your neck and place gentle kisses upon your jaw, trailing down to your neck - you were perfection to him, pure perfection and all those nights he'd relish in that memory thinking about your beauty, or fisting his hard cock - precum dripping from his tip as he imagined those full lips taking him in while he praised you from above as your doe eyes stayed locked on his.

Taking a sudden breath in as you felt the pain back in your arm, Soap was pulled from his thoughts with worry plastered over his face, "Oh yeah, I'm okay hen, the pain's starting to come back, but let's get you fixed up."

Even though he'd been through a torturous hell the last few days, your wellbeing was somehow on the forefront of his mind, it made your heart flutter unexpectantly. You couldn't allow him to sort you out first, you'd live, you'd been through much worse, but right now his wounds needed cleaning.

"No Soap, I need to clean your wounds before an infection starts to fester. Then we can attend to whatever I've got, but I'll live." He gave you a narrowed look, but the look you sent back made him remain silenced, you weren't going to let him help you.

Without much more talking you pulled your first aid kit from your back and asked him to remove his shirt. With a smirk he all but obliged and you rolled your eyes - Soap was still Soap. You noticed him struggling and helped him pull his gear over his head, placing it down next to him.

Staring at his body, all you wanted to do was admire him - despite all the marks that littered his torso, you thought he was the most beautiful man you had laid your eyes on. You saw his body stiffen and noticed the look of insecurity in his eyes, making you your face fall in sorrow - you didn't want him to feel like this, he didn't deserve to. Tracing his abs and some scars, you asked where it hurt most and he just let out a chuckle, "Everywhere hen, I couldn't tell you where to start".

Pulling the remaining stim out, you gave it to him and it again started to rapidly kick in. You took some disinfectant on a cloth and started to clean his wounds as he hissed in pain, letting small whimpers slip past his lips - you were doing everything not to clench your thighs right now, he was in pain, but the sounds coming from him were making you delirious - you'd be mad if you were to never make a move on this man - you'd dreamed of pulling those sounds from his mouth.

Feeling his hand grip your arm, you were pulled back to reality and continued cleaning him, whispering your apologies each time he'd grip your arm a bit tighter when it'd get too much for him to deal with. You wanted to press your lips to each wound and hope it'd cure his pain, you could see they had done a number on him, but luckily none of the wounds were too deep. You felt his ribs, seeing his skin was patched in a mix of purple and blue bruises - you could count 2 of them were broke, but a medic would have to confirm this. Placing gauze on his wound, you then wrapped his middle and placed your hand back on his chest - staring into his eyes.

"That any better Johnny?" you asked doe eyed, worry on your face that you hadn't done a good enough job.

"I dunno hen maybe a kiss would make me feel better." You felt yourself blush, you couldn't believe he was flirting with you out here, but maybe you actually had read the signs correctly earlier, maybe you weren't so stupid. Leaning down you pressed a lingering kiss to his head through the mask.

"Better now Johnny?" you asked, a smile forming on your face.

"A bit hen, just a bit" There was a pout on his face, you knew he wanted more, but you were on a mission and didn't want to risk your chances compromising it - you needed him to make it to the evac.

With a last stroke of his chest, you pulled back and helped him dress into his gear again. Turning away from the man you took a deep breath, you needed to get your head completely back into this misson.

"y/n?" you hummed back in response to him, "let me help you fix your arm up yeah?" You'd forgotten about the dull ache in your left arm and turned back to him with your medkit in hand.

In silence he gently took your arm into his own hands, you were only skimmed by the bullet luckily. He wet a new cloth in disinfectant and wiped over your wound, weary of your flinches, feeling guilty about the pain you were in. Wrapping your arm he ran his own hand up your arm placing it on the back of your neck, giving you reassuring strokes as you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

"You know I'm glad it's you that came Smoke" he admitted.

"Yeah?" you questioned back.

"Yeah." he confirmed staring sincerely into your eyes.

"You know I didn't originally want to come here Johnny. Price didn't give me much choice, to begin with, but when I found out it was you, I couldn't say no." you were building up a confession to him, hoping he'd read between the lines - you didn't want to admit to him directly how you felt, just in case you were wrong, you were full of doubt, suddenly becoming self-conscious under his gaze, "I was scared I was going to fuck it up like I fucked my last solo mission. I've been so scared I was going to get you killed this time, I still haven't forgiven myself for the rescue mission, you shouldn't have been the one to fix my failure Johnny, and this time I..." you felt yourself choking up, you didn't realise how deeply you really felt about things and found yourself pulling away, embarrassed at your confession.

Johnny could see how genuine you were being and it made his heart clench that you felt this way - he had been the first one to volunteer to go on the rescue mission - it was supposed to be Ghost's mission, but he convinced Price to let him go on it. He knows how scary of a day it was and how close to death you both were, but he'd do it again if it meant you were the last person he was with.

Pulling you back into him before you could pull yourself away too far, he brought your head to his chest carefully, making sure you weren't putting too much pressure on his torso. You were holding back your tears, you didn't want to break in front of him, but it was hard, a few escaped as his hand came up to cup the back of your head and stroke your hair gently. Without another word, Soap placed both hands on your masked cheeks and pulled you eye level to him, wiping the few tears that fell from your eyes with his thumbs. He didn't want to cross a line, and placed a tentative peck on your masked lips, watching as your eyes flutter closed. You couldn't believe it, without another thought you pulled your mask up, revealing your lips and nose, not feeling secure enough to completely remove it. Taking his chances, Soap placed his lips back onto your own, relishing in the feeling of the both of your lips moving in sync with each other. You felt in over your own head, keening into his body as the speed picked up between the both of you - small breaths getting caught between each other's lips. Soap moved his hand down to your neck, caressing the skin as he passed, and rested on your right breast, caressing it through your uniform. As his palming got needier, you let out a small moan, urging him to move from your lips to your jaw, placing gentle kisses before he nipped at your neck, being sure to leave small marks behind - he was marking you, and you had no issue with it, you'd let him mark your whole body in small love bites if he wanted to. With the both of your breaths picking up, and each other's hands getting needier for one another as a wetness started to pool between your thighs, making you clench them together - not going unnoticed by Soap who gave a deep chuckle at your desperation - a sudden dull shrill was sounded, echoing in the cave.

"Oh come on hen, do we really need evac yet?" you chuckled, pulling you mask back down and gave him a stern look.

"I'm sorry, but I think it's in both of our interests to call for evac - we both need medical attention; you more so, and we can always carry this on back at base hm" You stroked his pouting face, noticing the hardness in his jeans - you felt bad, but you knew you couldn't give into your own desires.

With one last huff from Soap, and a laugh from you, you called evac, and found they were about 40 minutes out. You'd probably been hold up in the small cave for a couple of hours and were sure it'd be safe to continue down the valley.

Pulling yourself up, and helping Soap to his feet, he gave you one last peck on your head, before you took lead, making sure it was safe to walk down the valley before pulling Soap alongside you.

In a comfortable silence, the both of you spent the next 30 minutes walking to the evac location, with no issue, apart from Soap almost tripping on a rock, which had you holding your laughter as he glared from your side.

The evac was close by - you could hear it. Soap pulled you from your thoughts staring into your eyes, "when we get back, we're not going to just forget this right?" you saw the vulnerability in his eyes and it made your heart ache.

"Johnny...no I- I would never do that to you, god no. I didn't go through all of this just to pull your leg and get back to base and ignore you like nothing had happened. I love you Johnny. I love you. I really do and I'm sorry it took me this long, I really am, I've been in denial for so long, just scared, but I'm ready and -"

"I love you too y/n, so fucking much" you could see his eyes well up at your confession, "I'm sorry it took me this long too, I think about that rescue mission a year ago all too much and find myself regretting every passing second where I didn't admit how much I cared about you, and while I was down there getting beat, all I could think about was how I potentially wasn't going to see you again."

You placed a hand on his cheek, bringing your heads together gently, "Johnny, I'd never let you die, never. I'd risk it all for you. We'll head back to base, get cleaned up, then we'll discuss things more okay? But I'm not letting you go - not now, not ever" and with that he placed a final kiss to your head just as the evac came into view.

Holding onto Soap, you helped him onto the evac as it landed - you knew he was perfectly capable, but you wanted to be close to him - it was an excuse.

~~~Time skip~~~

Back in England, you were both at the base - you having been treated by the medic quickly, and Soap having to stay for probably the next few days.

The nurse had relayed Price wanted you in his office for a debrief - you wanted to check in with Soap desperately but knew he was in safe hands, so you made your way to Price.

With a knock on the door you walked in without waiting for a response - you were so exhausted you didn't think.

"Yes, Seargent y/l/n, please come in, don't wait for me," Price said with a sarcastic tone to his voice. You laughed and gave a small apology to which Price gave a small smile to you in return.

"I told you, you'd do it" That bastard you thought, he was wearing a cocky smile on his face, and giving you a sympathetic stare at the same time. "Smoke, I put you on the mission for a reason - we've all seen the way you look at Johnny, we knew you'd get him out alive." They knew this whole time how you felt, were you really that obvious.

All you could do was respond with a quiet "oh" embarrassed at the fact the whole task force was able to read to you so clearly and had done for so long.

"Smoke. Work relations bring a lot of issues," you tried to interrupt, you didn't want to lose your only chance of happiness and contentment, but Price silenced you before you could get anything out, "hold on Smoke. While typically it can cause issues, I've pulled some strings for you and Soap, and you can both remain on the task force, while having relations if that's what you both want - you just need to keep your love lives separate from your work lives when your out on the field, okay?"

You instantly agreed, of course you and Soap could do that - neither of you would ever want to jeopardise your jobs, so you shook on the agreement to not let each other interfere with your jobs - you could be coworkers and lovers. With a goodbye, Price excused you and you were back at Soap's side who was sleeping peacefully - you knew he needed it after everything he'd been put through.

Sitting in the chair placed next to his bed, you took a hold of his hand, kissing the top of it before you too fell victim to exhaustion, closing your eyes, holding the hand of the man you loved.

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