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elaci · 3 days

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Ten Times Too Many

You said Ghost couldn’t beat his record of making you finish five times in one night. He said he could double it.

cw: overstimulation, afab reader, more overstimulation, creampies :)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x afab!reader | 18+ MDNI

req rules ⁞ request here ⁞ crossposted on ao3

There isn’t a shred of doubt in your mind: Ghost knows how to emulate an ego death with the way he fucks.

You’re used to the rough ploys, the sick dirty talk and mind-numbing orgasms that leave you half-blind. You know how good it gets, how addicted he is to ruining you. You know his end goal is always your mindlessness, each fuck an attempt to strip you of even your own name.

What you didn’t know is how good he can make overstimulation hurt.

It was a spur of the moment thing, a bet between you gone awry when you insisted he couldn’t beat his record of pulling five orgasms from you in one night. He said he could double it, you laughed in his face— now he’s laughing in yours.

It’s a low laugh that comes from his stomach, muffled by his mask as he bottoms out inside of you yet again. You may just be hypersensitive, but you swear you can feel the vibrations of his laugh in your pussy, it makes you whine, a sweet song he’s all-too used to.

Number nine is approaching— you feel it in the shaking heat of your stomach and the rolling nausea that rolls over you, you’re so cumdrunk you feel sick. Ghosts pace stays relentless, drilling into you with a fervour that seems almost inhumane— he’s driven by the sight of you unravelling beneath him. Sweat soaks the sheets beneath you, tears stain your cheeks, Ghost groans.

“Come on, Love, do as you’re told, yeah? Come for me.”

Your mind is so blurred you can’t tell when your orgasm starts and when it ends, a blinding moment of pleasure is all the indication of time you have. Ghost grins, you can see it in the way his mask moves, predatory like a shark set on the smell of blood. You cry, choked sobs stuck in your throat dislodge with each thrust onto Ghosts cock. He stretches you open, moulds you into the perfect fit for him— as if holy hands carved you from a model of his being.

“Please,” the moment you’re sane enough to speak again, or at least try to, you’re begging for an ounce of the soldiers mercy. “Pleasepleaseplease, baby fuck… I cant take it anymore.”

Simon slows, rolls his hips into yours slow enough to give you a second to breathe. He may be a sadist, but he’s not all that evil. You take the moment to look at his body. Despite the mask covering his face, he’s otherwise naked, torso toned and scarred in beautiful ways you could stare at until your last breath. The flex of his muscles as he moves, stretching you out, is a narcotic within itself. God, he’s ruined you from the inside out.

A sudden snap of his hips into yours and you nearly scream. He’s still rock hard, and you’ve lost count of the times he’s fucked his cum into you— you take it as a testament of his need. When Ghost thrusts into you again, his balls hitting your ass with the weight he puts into fucking you as deep as he can, you reach out and push a sweaty palm against his chest.

“Stop,” you grit your teeth. “You’re going to kill me, I’m so fucking sensitive.”

Another slow roll of his hips, Ghost tests the waters. He leans in, his chest against yours in a mix of laboured breaths and sticking sweat, and laughs.

“Say the safe word.”

His dick pulses inside of you, his release near. You could tap out, let go of the all-encompassing pleasure you feel and nurse your sore thighs with a warm bath. But part of you knows you’ll grieve the fit of his cock inside you the second he pulls out and kisses you better. Ten orgasms at the hand of a man who’s done a lot worse than fuck someone into a coma— he’s not the man to push, he asks again.

“Safe word, love.”

“Fuck you.”

“What I fuckin’ thought.”

A flip switches and, although you hadnt known it possible, Ghost moves faster than ever before. His hands pawing at your tits, cock slipping in and out of you in a frenzied pace that grounds you as much as it wrecks you. If his mouth weren’t covered by his mask you have no doubt he’d be marking every inch of your neck and chest as his— staking his claim on the body he’s already fucked into favour. Deep strokes of his cock inside you are enough to bring hot new tears to surface, pooling in your eyes as you forget how to breathe, think, do anything other than feel his presence inside of you.

“Fuckin’ perfect, you know that? Last one, pretty, just one more.”

It’s everything about him, his size and weight and the smell of cigarettes and gunpowder that sticks to his skin and permeates the air around you. It’s the dedication, his fingers circling your clit in dedicated service to your pleasure, the searing heat of his cock near-breeding you stupid. It’s the way his breath quickens, and you can see his muscles tense and, despite your mind being halfway to heaven, you know he’s on the brink of cumming.

It’s the release you share, when he folds over on top of you, crushing you under his weight as he finishes. His hips thrusting as deep as he can get inside of you, sounds of sweet ecstasy leaving his mouth and staining your skin with goosebumps as you fall over the edge one last time.

Number ten, blinding— you see stars and galaxies. You could be convinced you were floating if not for the weight of Ghost on top of you. Your body spasms and jerks in response to his ministrations, a masochistic ache for more settling in your stomach as you choke on your breath.

There’s a moment of silence as Ghost buries his head in the crook of your neck, just a second to catch his breath. He could fall asleep right here inside of you if it weren’t for the pressing matter of aftercare, you could too. You’re so stuck on the mindless string of orgasms you’ve just had that when Ghost pulls out of you, you nearly cry with sensitivity.

You cant form the right words, lost in a place less real than this— your body still tingles when Ghost slips his mask off and you’re met with the tear-blurred sight of your Simon. He leans down, presses a kiss to your lips softer than any other, and then ducks his head down further to gently kiss the pussy he just fucked numb.

A cock of his head, chest still heaving with exertion.

“Cmon,” a hand extended to you, “bath. Y’need it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe later.”

#ghost smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod smut #call of duty smut #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you

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lxvvie · 2 days

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Couples Shit with John Price:

Jokingly calling John a mother hen because whenever he's deployed, he will always inquire about your well-being when he has the time. Is the house adequately stocked (it always is; he makes sure of it every time he comes home)? Is it warm enough? Is it cool enough? Are you wearing your jacket whenever you go out because he'd hate for you to get sick on him and that's one more thing to worry about.

Slipping up and calling him Jack (Jack is a common nickname for John) in front of the boys which earns them a glare. Now he's known as Cap'n Jack to the crew. Behind his back that is. Can't be helped, Cap'n.

Cap'n Jack is the least of his worries, though. Price is lucky they haven't gotten ahold of the more embarrassing pet names you have for him. Yet.

Torn between convincing Price to stop smoking cigars and thinking he looks so dapper doing so. He understands your feelings, honestly, he does, darling. John says this as he takes another puff of said cigar. Looks like he and Laswell have this in common, too.

Making pillow talk a mandatory thing in the morning and at night because you two made a promise to never go to sleep or wake up angry with each other. This also allows Price to unwind after being the Cap'n for so long.

John also going down on you and overstimulating you as a way to decompress as well. That, and he wants his beard soaking wet with your juices. Jokingly says that it helps it grow and stay moisturized and holy shit, the look on your face afterward, especially after he winked.

Speaking of beards, there's nothing so intimate as doing Price's beard care routine with him.

You tried to pay Price a compliment once. Just spur of the moment like always. You were trying to make him blush. Got tongue-tied, though. You meant to say handsome but instead said hairy. Whoops. Price's brow furrowed in confusion. It is true, he's hairy, but... thank you, darling?

Being in the doghouse because Price refuses to believe his cheeks puff out when he gets angry or is concentrating. So, you sent him pictures. And then you got a second opinion from Gaz. Now both of you are in the doghouse lmao.

Speaking of chonky cheeks, you absolutely love to squeeze and kiss them, to Price's chagrin—sometimes. Other times, he's trying his best not to laugh and blush.

#2queued4u.#nsfw.#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern fluff fare.#captain john price #captain john price x you #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #john price x you #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #x poc reader #x black reader #x plus size reader #task force 141

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cntloup · 2 days

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your camera roll while dating simon💫🩷🌸

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midnightcrw · 2 days

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Rival! CEO! Simon, who is extremely competitive and can't accept defeat if someone is better than him.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who will see you as a rival once he finds out that you were the one who made much more profit than him and started to become more popular with your company.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who usually wears all-black suits with a black button-up, looking more than intimidating in it.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who only on occasions wears black pinstriped suits and a white button-up without a tie.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who leaves a few buttons unbuttoned just for your eyes to focus on.

Rival! CEO! Simon, whose fingers are adorned with all kinds of rings, making you stare at his veiny hands a little too long.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who hates your guts and would prefer to never see you again.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who swore he didn't like you, feels his pants tighten every time he sees you biting your lip during a conversation.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who, despite swearing he hates you, bends you over his desk after meeting with you.

Rival! CEO! Simon, who can't deny that he loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him as he pounds into you.

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metallictastinglifesupportliquid · 3 days

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Ghost: Do you remember the hoodie I let you borrow? Y/N: The black one? Ghost: What other colour would it be, but yes Y/N: I remember it Ghost: Ok, I want it back Y/N: Ghost: Give me my hoodie back Y/N: Why do you need it? Ghost: What?? Y/N: Why do you need it back? Ghost: It's my fucking hoodie-

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chaosandmarigolds · 1 day

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Could I go in depth into this? Yes. And will I? Yes (in the upcoming fic) but rn you’ll get a lil dabble

Simon Riley! Who lives by routine, he thrives on it- after years in the military it’s ingrained into his DNA

Simon Riley! Who takes feeding schedule for the baby very seriously, naturally waking up at 2am even if you were not awake-

“Simon, baby- come back,”

“In a minute luv,” he would mumble, leaning over the bed to press a chase kiss to your face, “gonna get Tessie her bottle ‘n I’ll be back, yeah?”

Simon Riley! Who makes Ollie is up and ready by seven am (since you said six was a bit early)

Simon Riley! Who likes cooking, and depending on the dish- he’s pretty good at it (don’t ask him to make pasta, bad idea)

Simon Riley! Who is baffled when one of the workers at the elementy school (he giving Ollie his lunch and brought Tess with him) told him that it was a ‘woman’s duties to watch the newborn

“I mean- look at you, it little embarrassing, don’t you think?”

…

“Yer one of those ‘incel’s my son was tellin be ‘bout, yeah?”

Simon Riley! Who still has to do conferences and trainings and whatnot but lord knows that man is on face time on the drive there and back; happily listening to whatever Ollie had to say or just being on the phone while you slept

Simon Riley! Who shows his love through installing a new shower head (the one you had been eyeing for a solid two months), helping you garden (gripes about his knees the whole time but nonetheless) or just sitting in your presence

Simon Riley! Who lets you ramble, doesn’t matter what about, butterflies, trucks, stationary, books, music, fishes any and everything that caught your attention he thinks is the new ‘thing’

On that! He buys you things related to what you love- if you love prehistoric reptiles (dinosaurs) oh look at that! Matching pjs for the whole family

Simon Riley! Who plays peek a boo with Tess on his lap during breakfast, the baby squealing with laughter, which would in turn cause his own

Simon Riley! Who makes sure to always keep the flowers on the dining room table fresh

Simon Riley! Who calls you at random times-

“Hi, honey, what’s up?”

“Does Ollie still like green?”

“Mm?”

“Foun’ a bike, his size, it’s green though- tha’ be alright?”

—

“Hey-“

“I love you.”

…

“A lot. Love you a lot.”

“A…are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Johnny…he-..somethin happened, I’ll be back tonight- yeah?”

“Simon…”

“I love you. Tell the kids that too.”

(Annnnnyway that’s all! Comments, feedback and all that jazz means so so much to me! <3))

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saturncodedstarlette · 2 days

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[What if Ghost & Y/N were childhood friends]

[Y/N lost a bet]

Ghost : Well, I lied. You still owe me a shitload of chocolate bars

Y/N : But you don’t even like chocolate that much! You always used to give me yours when were kids 【・ヘ・?】

Ghost : …I only gave it to you because I want you to like me back, dummy (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

Y/N : OH ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

#Cod #Call of duty #call of duty incorrect quotes #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod ghost #cod ghost x reader #cod ghost x you #Simon ghost Riley #Simon ghost Riley x reader #Simon ghost Riley x you #Simon Riley #Simon Riley x reader #Simon Riley x you #Original prompt : Unknown | I found it on Pinterest with no name #[What if Ghost & Y/N were childhood friends]#the original actually said ‘KitKat’ instead of chocolate but since we’re boycotting I’m not gonna put it in

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lovifie · 3 days

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Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel ❤️

Masterlist - Taglist Form

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 (3.6k words)

Pairings: Ghoap x Reader.

Warnings: Poly relationship, rotating POV (mostly Simon's), this chapter is mostly having the conversations to set the poly relationship, no horny stuff on this part is mostly angst and fluff; but dont worry, next part (I only need to revise it) will be up soon and that one? that one is horny ❤️

Simon and Johnny made it to the meeting point an hour later than everyone else. But just like Simon said, no one even thought of leaving before he made it there.

And just as if anything had ever happened, every man boarded the plane and made their way back to base. And if anyone saw Johnny sitting closer to Ghost… no one said anything.

By the time they touched ground, Johnny was expecting you to jump inside the plane as soon as the door opened. But you didn't.

They assumed you would be then on the building, under the shade, waiting for them to make it back safe and sound. But you weren't.

Many of the men that flew with them were being greeted by their friends, talking about celebrating that they have made it home and joking about missing them.

Not Johnny, nor Simon. No one greeted them.

They assumed you would be maybe on your room, busying yourself to take your mind away from the time passing. So they checked, but the room was empty and as if anybody had been there in a while.

The confusion in their mind was getting transformed into worry, starting to run out of harmless scenarios of what could have happened to you.

“What if she's working?” Johnny asks when they closed the door to your room. “We have been out for some time.”

“In the med bay you mean?” Simon asks, the flashbacks of the state you were in when they left making it hard to believe that you would be stable enough to go back to work. “We can drop by…”

They had an urge to get to you. Not only did they want to be welcomed back by you after being deployed, no matter if it has been an easy one or if it was short. It was still time apart and they needed to get back to you.

It was the need to talk to you. To set things straight. They had finally taken the step to stop worrying about what to call things, and the morality of the unconventional and instead now focusing on what they wanted.

They wanted to spill their hearts to you, fill you in on what has happened since they left, on every word they said about you, on every promise made to each other.

The consolation of the fools.

That you would agree just as easily as them.

They were aware of your feelings for the two of them, and the nights spent together with them was more than enough proof.

But it was still an abyss worth of distance between loving two people and seeing those two loved ones… love each other. Especially from a distance, and feeling like the barrier of being away was enough to make you unworthy of being part of it.

They were being overconfident. Neither of them had been able to keep a “normal” relationship for long, and now they thought they could make a three way relationship work.

But it was the possibilities of success that made them silly, the chance that the three could be together, that it could work, that the three of you would be happy.

They already knew what it was like to not have anything, were they not allowed to dream of having everything?

But their dream started to ramble when they entered the med bay, asking for you and being told you have been deployed.

Because although they were happy you have been discharged, it was a big step from not being able to work to being deployed right back into action.

Johnny reacted first. His stomach turned, guilt and regret hitting him with force. Was this the same thing you felt when he was deployed? The feeling of throwing you into the wolf jaws? He understands then, that it was not your doubts on him, it was not you feeling that he wasn't good enough, or strong enough. It was you trying to protect him, to keep him from dying in such a stupid and preventable way. Did anyone try to hold you back from working?

Simon was silent, he could read on Johnny's face perfectly fine what he was thinking. But there was an extra factor that Johnny was not taking in mind. When Johnny was deployed, Simon was with him. Nothing would have gotten to Johnny as long as he stayed on his side, and even in your panic driven mind you were able to realise it too.

So even in your least stable mindset, you could see that Johnny would make it back. That he was not alone, and that Simon would give his life trying to protect Johnny if it came to it. Just like you would and just like you did, deep in the tunnel.

But Simon was on base, and so was Johnny. And you were deployed with who knows who and who knows where. Completely out of reach for them. They knew somebody must have gone with you, but they didn't know who so they wouldn't know if they would even try and protect you. It wouldn't be the first time that a team has come back without the assigned medic because “we thought no one would shoot the medic”.

Different flavours of guilt were sailing through their blood vessels. Guilt from being with each other. Guilt for not calling more while deployed. Guilt in Simon for being happy that Johnny got deployed because it meant they were alone. Guilt in Johnny for not having taken your point of view when he was deployed. Guilt for being happy since they were in the car meanwhile you could already be dead.

They realised, there and then, when looking at each other, that there existed a chance that they could never see you again. Not because you were not good enough, or because you were not ready; but because a deployment is a deployment.

Price's office was the next stop. To tell him they were back, to file the reports and what was more important, to know where you were.

“She's with Alex, on a reconnaissance mission.” He explained. A reconnaissance mission, harmless enough to send a two person team… but why a medic? “The therapist recommended to keep her busy and away, they have orders not to engage with the objective.”

That was enough to ease their minds, at least you were not trapped in your room wondering if they were dead. It was them now the ones that had to wait while in the dark.

The payment for their unfaithfulness.

But unlike you when they were gone, they had each other. So the loneliness wasn't so lonely, and even less as their relationship advanced. Plus, the time together helped them grow closer.

And suddenly, every excuse was good to stand closer, stay alone for longer, coincidentally every task was a couple’s task, and on and on.

From everyone outside it looked like what it used to look like before the accident. When Ghost would do his job and Johnny would find his way to stay close.

Only Ghost was aware of the subtle differences; Johnny was no longer running after him, if anything, it was Ghost walking on Johnny's shadow.

But late at night, in their rooms, the shadows blended together.

It was easier that way, and soon enough, every night that you spent away, they spent together. They always found a way to mention you, to fantasise about you, to dream and plan about you.

“We should take her out for dinner to ask her.”

“Do we need to ask her together or can I ask her first?”

“Do you think we can request a bigger mattress?”

“Do you think Gaz will switch rooms with her so we are all closer?”

“Do you think Price will find out?” “I think he knows since the house.”

“I can't fucking wait until she's back.”

“I can't wait to hear her moan your name.”

It almost felt as if Soap had never hated Simon, like they had always been this close.

As it always should have been.

When the helo you were flying in finally touched down, Simon and Soap were together in Johnny's room.

When you stepped out of the helo, Simon moved to lay over Johnny on his bed.

You were walking to the storehouse to drop your equipment and bags, and they were doing the same, taking off their clothes.

While you wondered whose room to visit first, Simon or Johnny's; they wondered who got to stay at the top, Simon or Johnny.

There hasn't been a time where they get together, that they didn't bring you up. And this time wasn't any different, yet.

“I'll always be in debt with her for bringing you back to me, Johnny.”

And when you decided to drop by Johnny's room first, Simon was moving to lay on his back, legs spread around Johnny's wide hips.

That's what you saw.

When you opened the door, too excited to knock before opening it.

It's the guilt on their faces that makes you feel like you are intruding. The way Johnny clings the sheets over his body, the slight pained look on Simon's face when he tries to prop himself up.

“Sorry.” You mutter, not even agreeing you should be the one apologising, and closing the door before half walking half sprinting to your room.

Inside Johnny's room, they only share a look of regret before working on getting dressed to run after you.

Is Simon the one that manages to go out of the room first, catching your silhouette taking a turn at the end of the hall.

He calls your name, trying to get you to stop, in vain as you don't even bother to look at him.

“Love, please, listen to me” He says, when he finally catches up to you, pulling your hand to turn you around.

“No! It's not fair!” You exclaim, finally turning around.

If Simon has ever felt guilt before, this must be a new feeling, a stronger mutation of the dreaded feeling. Because the sight of your tear stained face might not be a new one, but knowing it is his fault, has his stomach turning on itself.

It's the fact it could have been easily avoided; if only they waited for you, if only they didn't get together today, if only they had chosen Simon's room, if only they had locked the door.

But they didn't.

And the consequences were looking at him.

“What's not fair? Talk to me, please” He doesn't even know what he's expecting you to say. What do you even say in these kinds of situations?

“Listen, I understand that coming to terms with your sexuality is a fucking mess in the head, but it's not fair to drag me into it.” You say, pointing to your head to emphasise your words. Trying your best to keep your voice from cracking, to look strong. “It's not fair to use me between the two of you to be together without feeling bad.”

“No, no, no, love, you got it all wrong, I promise, that's not it.” Simon tries to calm you down, his hands moving to caress your arms but stopping when you raise your hands to stop him.

“I-I don't know, Si… I… I already felt like an absolute bitch for messing around with the two of you, but if on top of that, you two have something going on I- I'm stepping out, alright?” Deep down in your mind, the part of it that is not currently drowning in emotions, the rational part, is trying to get you to see how hypocritical you are being. They weren't doing anything you haven't done, but still; you chose to go out of your way to make them feel bad.

You can excuse yourself when you were with Johnny, back in the house when you thought you were going to day. No one was going to blame you for it, and neither were yourself.

But the night you spent with Simon was a choice, your choice. And you didn't stop to think about how Johnny would feel about it. So how do you dare to get mad at them for giving you a taste of your medicine?

“No, please, love, no, let us explain please.” Simon can see the way your mind is spiralling, your brain twisting between telling yourself you have the right to get upset and telling you that you deserve the pain in your heart.

“Not now, Ghost, alright? I-I need to go, I'm sorry. I hope you two are happy together.” And you hate the way it sounds leaving your mouth, because it doesn't matter how upset you are, you still love them, and you do mean it when you say you hope they are happy.

But you realise your mind is not rationalising your thoughts, and staying for any longer will only translate in you saying things to Simon that you don't mean.

Simon also notices, realising as well that this is not the conversation to have in the middle of the hall and without Johnny. So he lets you go, only turning back when he hears you lock your door.

It takes you longer than you would like to admit to come to your senses. Having cried your feelings out probably helped.

You still feel embarrassed, when you realise the only reason why you reacted so badly was your own fault. Your own self doubt and self depreciation.

Your own self hate making it impossible in your mind to understand that Simon and Johnny wanting each other could still mean that they would like you.

It makes you want to bury yourself under the covers, how could you believe yourself to be better than any of two of them? Of course they would choose the other over you the second they got over their differences.

You should be happy for what you got, the time spent together. It was nice while it lasted.

There is a knock on the door, you hold your breath to keep yourself from making any sound. Whoever it is, they can leave.

“I'm not leaving until you let me in, love.”

Of fucking course.

You kick your covers off of you, walking to the door dragging your feet. You unlock it, opening just enough to look up at Simon.

“What?” Your voice is hoarse from crying for so long, you must sound and look like a charity case because you can only see pity in Simon's eyes.

“I bought you dinner, you didn't go to the mess hall, I assumed you would be hungry after the deployment.” He says, lifting the hand with the bag of food.

“I'm fin-” Your stomach grumbling exposes you. “Thank you.”

You take the food, looking into his eyes only to see the little smile on the crinkles.

“Anything else, Simon?” You ask, not wanting to close the door on his face.

“Can we talk now?” He asks, going straight to the point like always.

You sigh, walking into your room letting the door open. “What's there to talk about, Si?”

“About Johnny, you and I.” He answers and you scoff at him.

“You mean about Johnny and you?” You ask, dropping the food on the table and sitting on your bed.

“No. I mean about Johnny, you and I.” He repeats, walking closer to you.

You sigh, averting his gaze. “You don't need to do this, Simon.”

“What do you think I'm doing?” He asks, crouching down to be eye level with you.

“Making me feel a part of it out of pity.” You say, finally looking at his eyes.

“Pity? You thinks that's why I'm here?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod at him. “I'm not here for pity, I'm here for you.”

You shake your head, eyes stinging with new tears once again. “No, you don't. You don't want me, Simon. And Johnny doesn't either.”

“Why do you say that, love?” He asks, his hand caressing your knee. “Why do you feel like that?”

“Simon, how can I not feel like it?!” You ask, pushing his hand away. “Can’t you see that Johnny chose me because he didn't have anything else, and then when he had everything he went and chose you!”

“And why can't you see that *I* that have always had everything, only have ever wanted Johnny and you?!” That makes you stop pushing his hand away, but Simon can still see the doubts in your eyes. The broken trust.

“Then why have you never said anything, Simon? Before the accident? When we got back? Ever?”

“Because I was stupid! And a coward!” He finally admits, to you and to himself. “And I didn't know what my feelings meant until I thought it was too late.”

You look at him, trying to see any second intentions on his face. Any lies, any disgust, any pity. But you can only see affection and yearning for your forgiveness; but you still know yourself.

“I need some time, Simon… and to talk with Johnny.” You mumble, looking down to where your hand is over his. You see him nod from the corner of your eyes, he leans forward, kissing your forehead softly and stands back up.

“Eat the food, alright? I made sure they loaded all your faves.” He says, pointing at the food and walking to the door, turning to say just before exiting. “Darling… I hope it isn't too late.”

Johnny doesn't visit you at your room, and you know it is because he is aware he will see you at therapy. Just because the two of you have been seen fit to go back to work, doesn't mean you can ignore the obvious wounds and scars still in your mind.

That's why you are not surprised when he sits next to you on the waiting room

“Morning, bonnie.”

“Morning, Johnny.”

“Simon told me you wanted to talk to me.”

“You don't want to talk to me?” You ask, looking at his face from the side, realising he is looking forward.

“Aye, that I do. But you also told Simon you needed time, I didn't want to push…” he trails off, looking down to his hands.

“Do you like him, Johnny?”

“Don't tell him that I say this but… yes, I like his cranky ass.” He says, a smile appearing on his face. “I also found a journal… and it seems I was fucking obsessed with him, with how much I wrote about him.”

“Your journal?” You ask, suddenly remembering the little notebook he always had on himself. “You never let me look inside…”

“No wonder.” Johnny says chuckling. “You are the only person I wrote about more than about Simon. I couldn't let you see me trailing behind you like a love sick puppy… I had an image to maintain, bonnie lass.”

He knocks your arm with his elbow, making you smile. He is still Johnny… you can't be mad at him when you betrayed him first.

“I'm sorry, Johnny.” You mutter, making him finally look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “For… turning to Simon.”

“Turning? Oh, you meant when you were shagging in his office?” It makes you freeze, the realisation hitting you that he knew all along. “Don't apologise… I turned to him too, after all…”

“Are you happy together?” You ask the dreaded question.

“Very… the only thing missing is you, though.”

“Why me, Johnny? I understand it back in the house because there was nobody else, but now…”

“It is you, because I might not remember how we first met or how it was before the accident, but I remember my life long before you entered my life. And I was happier back at the house only knowing you, than knowing everyone but you.” He says, his hand caressing your thigh.

The lady at the desk calls your name, indicating you to enter the therapist office.

“Go, we will talk later, the three of us.” Johnny says, you nod at him, going into the office.

Outside, Johnny stands up, his session is tomorrow but he wasn't going to let such an opportunity to talk to you to pass him.

You call Simon that evening, asking if he can drop by your room. It takes him 6 minutes to knock on your door.

You let him in, sitting on your bed and patting the mattress next to you inviting him in. “I talked with Johnny this morning.”

“I figured… how did it go?” He asks, laying on his side after taking off the mask.

“Good… I guess.” You say, crossing your legs. “I still don't know what to feel.”

“....did you genuinely thought I was the right person to talk about feelings, love?” He asks, smile appearing on his face.

“No, god no.” You say chuckling, rubbing your face to erase all the nervousness off. “I just… I have never even been in an actual relationship, Simon, I don't… I don't know if I could…”

“Well, any of us three have… “ He says, looking at you.

“Simon… is a disgrace waiting to happen…” You say looking at him.

“It could also be the best decision of our life…” He says, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know, Si…” you say, playing with your hands.

“Think of it this way.” He says, grabbing your hands on his. “We are already past the no return point, right? The friendship is already fucked, innit?” You nod at him. “Well… what's there to lose then? If we are going to fuck it up… let's fuck it up completely… Don't you think, love?”

It takes you just a couple of minutes to speak again, but it feels like ages on Simon's mind.

“Do you believe it will work?” You ask, voice timid as you look at him.

“Yes, love. I do believe it will work.” He answers, his fingers locking with yours. “What do you say? Will you give us a try?”

“Yeah… what's there to lose anyway?”

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 32] || [Chapter 34]

Pairing: Gaz x gn!Reader || Soap x gn!Reader || Ghost x gn!Reader || Ghost x Price || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.8k~ cw: angst. reveal of secrets. (call backs to past chapters) Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: sorry, y'all :)

Chapter 33: Do You Think?

"Hold still, Johnny!" You chide as you straddle one of his bulky thighs, while he pulls a face and squirms a bit.

"Nae, bonnie, I don't like that!" He complains, turning his face and pouting in displeasure.

"I don't care, it's good for your skin!" You retort as you lather some more of the face mask onto his face, trying not to get it accidentally over his lips or eyes.

"But the smell-" John continues protesting.

"It's clay!" You reply.

"It's shite, is what it is!" He retorts like a child, causing you to groan and grab him around the jaw, your fingers holding onto his stubble-covered jaw so you can continue.

"Look at Kyle, he's not complaining!" You reply as you point at the other man, who sat perfectly still on the floor, seemingly relaxed, as he leaned his head back on the seats of the couch.

Kyle has a calm smile on his lips and was occasionally taking sips of a fruit cocktail you had bought the ingredients to make through a straw, wearing headphones and vibing to his own music.

"Yeah, well, Garrick's mask is different!" Johnny pouts, but finally sits still long enough to allow you to finish applying the cream to his face.

"Well, yeah, obviously? You have different needs!" You retort as you finish and look at him. "There. Now you don't move and just drink your little cocktail." You point at it.

"Aye, I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Nope!" You chuckle as you get up, scurrying off to wash your hands in the bathroom sink.

Once you return and take your seat between the two men, Kyle has pulled off his headphones and is chuckling at Johnny's face covered in a grey-ish green toned clay mask, even slathered over the prickly stubble around his jaw.

"Don't bully him." You tell your boyfriend as you reach for your own cocktail glass sipping from it as your own face mask takes effect.

"I'm not. Just think it's funny how he's putting up such a fuss over it." Kyle teases and shakes his head in amusement.

Things at home have been calm and chill... Even after you and Kyle confessed to one another you're in love. Johnny doesn't know about it and, in a way, it feels a bit... weird to not tell him.

But it would also feel weird to tell him, and make a big deal out of it. To possibly risk rushing him into saying it too... just so he doesn't feel left out. You'd hate to do that to him.

You can't help but wonder how Simon himself is going to react when he comes back and hears about Kyle confessing to you.

Simon...

You wonder how he's doing.

You hope he's safe.

"Wha's wrong, lovie?" Kyle's voice draws you out of your thoughts as he leans against you and rests the soft underside of his jaw on your shoulder, avoiding accidentally rubbing off any of his peach-colored face mask on your skin.

"Just... thinking." You murmur, realizing you'd likely been zoning out and staring at nothing, mindlessly biting your straw as it sits between your liips.

"About wha'?"

"Simon... John... Do you think they're okay...?" You trail off, feeling Johnny shift around beside you so he can listen into the conversation as well.

"You shouldn't worry. They're fine, they're the toughest." Johnny replies as he softly rubs your shoulder with one of his calloused hands.

"I know... It just-" You trail off and bite your straw again, resuming the mindless gnawing at it.

"They're the best of the best, lovie, they'll be back in no time, safe and sound." Kyle says reassuringly.

But you've learned to catch when Kyle is lying. And this is one of those times. He doesn't know that they'll be safe, that they'll come back. Nobody knows.

But then, you find yourself sighing and shaking your head, to push away the feelings of worry.

"You know what, you're right. Either way, it's not like they'd let each other get hurt, right?" You muse aloud.

"Of course not, bonnie, they're responsible and make a good team." Johnny quips besides you, Kyle agreeing on your other side and nodding along.

"Oh, I was more so saying that because they're obviously in love with one another." You add before taking a new sip of your drink.

Both set of eyes are suddenly glued to you, eyebrows raised and jaws going slack.

"What did ye say?" Johnny asks you in shock.

Turning to look at Johnny, your brows knit together and your eyes narrow in confusion.

"That... John and Simon love each other?" You reply as you look at them.

"What do you mean?''Kyle is the one to speak this time, while Johnny goes onto being the one stunned into silence.

"What do you mean 'What do I mean'?" You ask them and raise your brows. "I thought it was obvious?"

"No it's not?!" Kyle exclaims.

"You lot work together, what do you mean you've never noticed?!" You ask them in earnest confusion.

"It's Simon, for God's sake, it's not like the man is open!" Johnny retorts.

Turning to face Johnny, you narrow your eyes at him and then tilt your head like a confused dog.

"So you figured out Kyle and Simon were coming to see me, but not that Simon and John seeing each other?" You say in a pointed, accusatory tone.

"Well, to be fair, the Captain's very private." Kyle replies, trying to defend his (and Johnny's) lack of perception.

"No, he's bloody not! He's an open book, you just don't know how to read him!" You retort.

"Either way, what's it matter? Aren't we all together? I mean, you're with Simon. Garrick's with Simon. I'm with Simon..." Johnny trails off.

Shaking your head, you look between them in confusion. "Have you truly never noticed the way he looks at Simon?" You ask them.

Kyle and Johnny look at each other as if you've just told them a riddle they are trying to solve by getting their respective brain powers to work together.

"How does he look at Simon?" Johnny asks after a moment's pause, giving you a confused puppy look.

Pausing for a moment, you seem to mull over the thought. You've seen the way Johnny looks at Simon too. Would it be too much to tell Johnny that Simon's in love with you?

"He looks at Simon the same way Simon looks at me." You reply in a gentler tone, catching the way Johnny's brows rise in surprise, and then he glances at Kyle. So do you.

Kyle's brows are also raised in surprise and he purses his lips, seemingly unsure of what to say. So, you continue.

"John looks at Simon like he personally hung all the stars in the night sky. He always looks to him when everyone's laugh. He kisses Simon's forehead and cheeks a lot, always lays a hand on his shoulder..." You trail off.

"And Simon never shakes him off. Never pulls a face. Never freezes or tries to shy away..." You continue. "If I had to guess, he's loved Simon for a long time... And I think Simon loves him back."

Your eyes going back and forth between Kyle's and Johnny's faces, noting how their respective expressions seem to change ever so slightly to one you can't read.

Simon shimmies into the flat after texting you to let you know he arrived, and getting a reply from Johnny.

As soon as he enters, the door having been open by Kyle, he finds Johnny standing in the living room with crossed arms.

"What?" Simon asks softly, quite aware that you're asleep in your room, too tired to notice Kyle and Johnny currently holding an intervention in the living room.

"When were you going to tell us?" Johnny asks directly.

"Tell you wha?" Simon asks in earnest as he carefully sheds his gear by the front door. "That you and the Captain were involved." Johnny answers, glancing at Kyle who is looking at the scene with wide eyes and doesn't join onto the interrogation.

"Well we're obviously involved?" Simon retorts deadpan, not even glancing at them.

"We mean you and him. Alone. In the past." Johnny retorts.

Simon slowly turns and simply stares at Johnny, silently, before glancing at Kyle, and then glancing at Johnny again. "How do you know?"

"Bonnie noticed it." The Scot replies. "Answer the question."

Simon sighs and turns, setting his hands on the back of the couch. "There's nothing to answer. You already know."

"It's not fair." Johnny says bluntly. "The Captain tore into us for dating them, and for dating each other, only for him to be a hypocrite and do the same?" He complains.

Simon sighs and crosses his arms. "I'm not saying I disagree," He begins. "but it's not like we planned on it." He replies softly.

"How long has this been going on though?"

Simon sighs and shakes his head. "A few years. Since he got divorced."

"Captain Price's been married?!" Kyle finally breaks his silence.

"Wait, you knew he was married back when we got together to create his Tinder profile and didn't tell us anything?" Johnny confronts Simon who sighs again.

"Not my business to share." The Mancunian replies with a shrug. "He didn't want it to be known, I'm not-"

"Just like he didn't want it known that he shags anything that moves?" The Scot announces with a scowl and gestures broadly to all three of them.

"Soap!" Kyle complains and groans softly. "I told you that in confidence!"

"Oh, please, Ghost already knows about it!" Johnny replies, failing to see how Simon's figurative hackles raise at the mention of his moniker, his alter ego, one he wants (and tries) to shed at the door of the flat. "Don't'cha, L.T.?"

Simon simply nods. Then, with another sigh, he looks past them, his eyes locking onto your silhouette at the door, behind Kyle's shoulder. "Sweet'art..." He calls out, finally drawing the lads' attention to you.

With three pairs of eyes on you and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you murmur a soft little "Why are you all awake? Come to bed..." You beckon and reach a hand forward.

"Sorry, mo leannan," Johnny tells you apologetically. "we're discussing the mission." He lies easily. "We're just going."

"Let's get you bacj in bed, lovie." Kyle assures you as he moves toward you and guides you back to the bedroom, leaving behind Johnny and Simon, but glancing at them one last time.

Now alone in the living room, Simon and Johnny stare at one another. "Were you thinking of telling me?" The Scot asks directly.

Simon sighs and turns his head for a moment and rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't know how to."

"So... the last couple of years, whenever you and I would..." Johnny gestures vaguely.

Simon sighs and looks down with a huff. "Yeh..."

The Scot takes a deep breath. "You know, the Captain being a hypocrite I could forgive. But you..." He trails off, in a disappointed tone, and shakes his head.

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29 / 2.1k / soap soulmate au, part 6

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Ghost looks up as Soap storms out of the weapons closet.

"Still herself, I take it?" Ghost asks.

"She's a stubborn pain in the ass is what she is."

As expected. Soap misses the dry amusement that crinkles the corners of Ghost's eyes very slightly. "Didn't talk, then," Ghost says.

Soap scowls. "Not a goddamn word we can use. She won't listen to reason. Thinks she can face down an army. Dense, irritating--"

"Strong-willed," Ghost says.

"To a damn fault. Canny see what I'm trying to do for her. I'm-- she's--" Soap can hardly articulate his frustration. He's got this sick feeling in his stomach like he's been kicked in the gut hard enough to make him hurl.

It's not just you being too stubborn to give up the intel. What happens when you’re freed? You’re not going to stick around. What if Graves snaps his fingers and you go right on back to him?

Soap lets out a rough sigh. "There's more than Graves keeping her from talking. I don't like it."

"You've got a plan?" Ghost guesses.

Soap nods. "Aye. I need to talk to Laswell--"

"Done." Ghost produces a beige folder and drops it into Soap's hands. "Had her look into it for you."

"I'll be damned." Soap flips through the pages in the folder. "Christ. Bloody thin file." He fans the pages inside like a flipbook as if checking for extra pages. "Where's the rest of it?"

"Not much there to dig up."

"Then she's gotta be missin' some--" Something catches Soap's eye as he skims through, and he pauses, lingering on a photo.

Hell's fuckin' bells.

"Think that'll help?" Ghost asks.

"I'd wager so."

"Good. You goin' back in?"

"Aye.” Soap folds the file into his jacket and gives Ghost a good-natured fist bump to the arm. Then he brushes past him, knocking into his shoulder.

Ghost grabs Soap’s arm again before he slips past. "We don't have much time. Price wants to move on Alejandro. Says if you can't get the intel, we go in blind. Rodolfo leads."

Soap sets his jaw. "How long?"

"Three hours. Tops." He claps a firm hand on Soap's shoulder and turns to leave. "Get some sleep."

…

A moment later, the metal grate door slides open. You straighten back up and steel yourself again.

There's something different about the way Soap carries himself this time. He's not wound as tightly. But the way his eyes settle on you is... odd. The shift in his expression puts you on edge.

He sits down across from you. "We've not got much time. If talking gets us nowhere, we'll try something else."

You lean back, mirroring his posture. "You gonna torture me?”

“That what you’re expecting?”

“Maybe. You ever tortured someone before?"

"Aye. Can't say I care for it, but I know how if that's what this takes." He examines you again with that sharp gaze. You don't feel like he's undressing you with his eyes anymore. It's more like he's searching for something. "Why ask? You want me to put my hands on ya?"

You ignore the mental image that imprints. "I want you to waste your time."

Soap smirks. "What I wouldn't give to let you waste my time. You, me, all this animosity between us... I've got a few negotiation techniques I'd very much like to try." He leans back into the chair, his hands folded in his lap with an easy grin. "But you're no' the type to break under pressure."

"Better men than you have tried."

"Tried torturing you?" His grin tightens just slightly. "Anyone I know? Names, locations?"

Your cheeks heat up again. At that, for some reason. "I can take care of myself."

"I know you can."

He produces the thin file and tosses it onto the table between you.

You look down at the papers that slide out. They're grainy and covered in redactions as if printed and bound, pulled from the deep end of some filing cabinet, scanned, rescanned, and printed again. But you glimpse your name. Your real name--the one printed on Johnny's skin, too. Your chest twists and your stomach sinks.

Soap sees the change in you and leans forward, elbows wide. He opens the file and pushes it across the table. "I'll do anything to protect you, darlin'," he says. "But I need information."

The file is everything you don't want anyone to know. But what catches your eye is that photograph. "Who else has seen this?"

"Me and Laswell. Maybe Ghost if he was feelin' nosy. Does Graves know?"

You pull on your cuffs, wanting to reach for the pages and push them away. "Captain Graves said he'd make this disappear."

Soap leans back, broad palm sliding out to touch the edge of the pages, and his expression softens for a moment. "Some things you can’t make disappear."

You look at him, twisted up with pain and anger. "So, what, if I don't talk, you're threatening to expose all this? Is that it? It won't work," you add with false confidence. "Captain Graves knows everything."

"What I want to know," Soap says, voice quiet, "is what he did with it."

"What?"

Soap leans forward again. "Did he threaten you? Did he say he’d make this go away if you worked for him, hold it over your head?"

"No!” you snap. “After this happened, I couldn't-- I was discharged from the military. I couldn't find work. He reached out to me. Said he didn’t mind if I had… history. Then he offered to have it scrubbed if I wanted.” You stare down at the papers. “He never threatened me. He helped me."

Soap lets out a breath. He was prepared to deal with something a lot worse than that. Maybe he hoped for something worse. If Graves were blackmailing you, the solution would be easy. He'd give you protection, offer to have Laswell erase that file from existence instead, CIA-style. After all, if Graves got his claws into you and onto his payroll that way, why couldn't he? Probably got you dirt fucking cheap, too. Bastard.

Part of Soap wants to press that angle. He could tell you Graves never intended to deliver on his side of the deal. But the truth is that Graves would've had little control over this. Seeing the state of the file, Graves likely did what he could to have it redacted, sealed, destroyed--but someone over his head intervened. Shepherd, maybe. There'd be nothing Graves could do.

Soap wants you more than anything, but the pain in your eyes when you look at these documents tears him up inside. He can’t manipulate you that way. Even if he got you to himself in the end, he'd never forgive himself.

"That's... that's good. He protected you." Soap crosses his arms, squeezing his fist hard around the object inside, the one he pickpocketed off Ghost a few minutes ago. Much as he hates Graves, the man kept you safe. But that's his job now.

"I don't care who you tell," you snap, suddenly full of anger and spitting fire. The sight of those pages puts you on edge. You feel like a cornered animal. "I'm not telling you a goddamn thing. Do whatever you want to me. You're no better than--"

"Am no' blackmailin' ya." Soap's expression sours. So much venom in that mouth of yours. He runs his thumb over his tightened knuckles to suppress his own temper. He's amazed at how easy it is for you to get under his skin, how you push all these buttons when he's the one who's supposed to be pulling the strings.

But he realizes how this must seem. You act tough, but you're vulnerable, exposed, and he has every reason right now to drive the knife in and twist it hard. Maybe he should. Going into the Las Almas base blind means danger for his squadmates.

Christ, he’s tired. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Darlin’, I... I know now you've done things you're not proud of. But that doesn't change anything. Not to me, not to Ghost-- hell, none of us would bat an eye. You don’t need to protect yourself anymore. I need you to talk to me. We're out of time."

He thinks this is about you protecting yourself? You shake your head. "If you’re storming the Las Almas base, you're going up against Shadows. You're asking me to help you kill my own."

"If that matters to you, then tell me how to get to Alejandro without alerting the guards. Nobody has to get hurt."

You scoff, looking away. "There's no way to do that and you know it."

"We don't have to shoot them if they stand down first."

"That's not going to happen. They'll shoot you on sight. It'll be a bloodbath."

"Not for us."

You close your eyes. "I know. That's what I'm worried about."

Soap lets out a frustrated breath. "We're going in whether you talk or not. The blood's on our hands. Not yours."

You keep your gaze angled away, clearly not believing that. "I don't see why you care about security. I don't see why you need intel at all. This is what you're good at, right? This is what 141 does. You break in doors, you kill people."

Soap grips the edge of the table. "The only thing gettin' you out of here is information. I don't care what it is or if it's useful. Price wants intel."

"I don't have it." Your voice is flat and cold. Whatever you can do to make him understand you're not worth the effort.

He leans in and grabs your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. "Then lie to me."

"What?" You stare at him, feeling pinned under that intense gaze. "Are you fucking insane?"

"Might be," A small, sly, half-smile curves his lips. "I'm also desperate, runnin' out of time, and at the end of my rope after starin' at you this long, knowin' I can't have you." He runs his thumb along your cheek. "Maybe I'm bankin' on you losin' your mind before I do."

You swallow. "You'll be waiting awhile."

He smirks. His thumb moves from your cheek to your chin, fingers trailing down the side of your neck. "Do you think you're a good liar?"

Before you can answer, someone bangs on the metal door, rattling it. Price's voice echoes in from outside.

"Get some sleep, Soap," he calls. "We're briefing soon. Give it a rest. We’ll press her for more intel after we’ve got Alejandro back.”

Soap tenses at the sound of Price's voice. "Wasn't planning on sleepin'," he calls back.

"Wasn't a question," Price calls back. You hear him walk away.

Soap withdraws his hand, letting out a soft curse.

"Why would you give your own Captain false information?" you hiss. "You could lose your job. You could get court-martialed. Even if it worked, what if Shepherd finds out? He's still in your chain of command."

"Guess that's a risk I gotta take."

"Then what if I tell you something that gets your teammates hurt, huh?"

"Won't happen. I'll be in the front when things get risky."

"Then how do you expect me to-- if it means you're the one who's--" You huff, words failing you. "You're so goddamn thick."

"Am I? Because here I am, tryin' to make plans and get a read on you, and all you wanna do is piss me off and run your mouth. I'm learnin' a lot." He tilts his head. "In fact, it's startin' to sound like you're worried about me."

"Absolutely not."

"Could always tell me the truth. Extra insurance if you do. Maybe it’ll keep me alive."

"You don't need it," you snap.

"I think I do." He leans in, crossing his legs and folding his arms. "Got a bad feeling about this one. No Shadow worth their salt wouldn’t send us straight to hell if it meant finishing the job. Especially Graves."

You feel another pang of dread in your gut. He's right.

He watches you for another long moment. Neither of you speak.

Finally, he stands, sighing deeply as he goes to the door. "Alright."

"Are you coming back?" The words spill out of your mouth before you can stop them.

He pauses in the doorway. Then he turns back, staring at you like there's something he wants to say. He looks down at the stolen object still clutched in his hand--the key to your cuffs.

He opens the door, slipping through without another word.

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um um um guys guys.

task force 141 cumming on you.

the five of you had been going at it in price’s office for hours now. you were thrown over the captain’s desk on your back, absolutely spent. your cum-filled holes were gaping, your throat raw and your hands cramped.

but they weren’t done.

the task force stood around you as they tugged at their achingly hard cocks to the gloriously fucked-out picture that was you. fingers toyed at your nipples and your clit, your body adorning a slight tremble to it.

soap was the first to snap, spurts of hot cum flying onto your stomach. the sight of the thick globs landing on your stomach was enough to make gaz crumble, his load dribbling from his tip onto your face. and it really was a load of cum. price and ghost came in unison at the image of your body covered in their teammates’ cum, price too cumming on your face as ghost’s shot up your chest and stomach with the final dribbles landing on your clit.

it was sticky, disgusting, but the sensation was enough to make your overworked body cum again. you just hadn’t meant to squirt all over ghost’s cargos when he pinched your clit.

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feralgoblinqueen · 2 days

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Ghost with a crush on a silly goofy girl. She constantly cracks jokes and is doing dumb shit for laughs. Thinks he hates her but dude just has a rep to protect. Finally working together /alone!/ on something and she throws out one last ditch attempt to make him laugh. Like it’s not even her best work and Simon belly laughs harder than he has in years. She’s instantly in love with his laugh, down on one knee, your hand in marriage immediately sir.

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Just need one person to give me the word and I’ll write a whole fic about it

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lxvvie · 18 hours

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Phillip Graves, your handsome, friendly neighborhood asshole, has had his eyes on you from the moment you moved next door.

He helped you move in, of course. Helped you get situated, meet your other neighbors, and if there was anything that needed fixin', he was there to lend a hand. Or two.

Bastard's slicker than a can of oil; he has something up his sleeve, you feel it in your bones, but it's that smile. It's the goddamn smile, the southern drawl when he says howdy and calls you darlin', and most importantly, it's the barbecue.

The fucking barbecue.

He calls it the Gravepit. His underground barbecue pit and the place where he makes magic happen. The first time he invited you over, you swore he put crack in his food, it was so damn good, but Graves laughed it off and said he had the magic touch. All while his eyes bore into yours. Intensely. And he sent you on your way with leftovers to last the next couple days.

The next couple of times he had you over, he needed you to be his taste tester. Don't know what for, his food is always delicious, but you accepted because free food and good company when in reality, it's because Graves wanted to sus you out and plan his next moves accordingly.

And when he got the intel he wanted, realized that you were, in fact, as attracted to him as he was to you—no need to fight it, darlin'—Graves made his move. With the barbecue.

The fucking barbecue.

Long story short, he invited you over to sit and eat with him one Saturday afternoon. It started out with talking, talking turned into flirting, and flirting turned into you bent over the couch while he fucked you savagely from behind. And god, you felt better than everything he dreamed and stroked himself to, darlin'.

And that evening, when you were well and truly fucked, Graves fed you. Good, slow-cooked meat with all the fixins. Didn't send you on your way with leftovers this time. Hell no. Graves was gonna fuck and feed you until the cows came home, darlin'.

Told you he had the magic touch.

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cntloup · 1 day

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husband!simon x wife!reader

i know im on a break but here's a lil smth hehe🤭🩷💫🌸

"get out through the backdoor!" Simon utters hurriedly, "and take this... just in case." he hands you the gun which he keeps under his pillow.

"i'm not gonna leave you!" you blurt out as you feel the tingle of tears behind your eyes, fearing the worst possible outcome.

"you have to! please just go! i'll take care of them!" he says in a hushed tone in order not to alert the intruders.

he reaches in his nightstand and grabs an envelope and hands it to you.

"here's all the information you need in case i'm gone." he says in a monotone manner, masking how he truly feels inside.

he's never put much value on his life, always focused to get the job done no matter the cost. until you appeared and swept him off his feet.

now he senses a churn in his stomach, utter fear gnawing at his heart, not for himself, but you. what would happen to you when he's gone?

you take the envelope with shaky hands, "simon, you mean...?" you ask, frightened out of your mind.

"yes. if i die, you'll know what to do." he responds, "please don't say that!" you plead, averting your gaze from him to hide your tears.

he embraces you tightly and kisses the crown of your head, "go!" he says and ushers you out of the bedroom, making sure the path is clear for you to head out back.

moments later, after throwing punches and slashing through flesh with sharply honed knives and bullets flying around, simon finds himself among five dead bodies and a pool of blood on the carpet.

just as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, he hears the sound of a gunshot.

he's startled and filled with anxiety as he steps outside to see what happened, finding himself praying for the first time in his life that it's not you.

only then, he meets your terrified figure, shaking and eyes widened in sheer shock.

his eyes land on the blood splattered all over your shirt and you notice his anxious eyes, "it's not mine!" you say breathily, chest heaving as adrenaline courses heavily through your body.

in an instant, he runs towards you and engulfs you in his strong arms while letting out a sigh of relief, "i thought i lost you!" he murmurs in your hair, "can't get rid of me that easily, babe!" you say back with a low chuckle, though still trembling.

"i'll call price to help with the mess." he says, guiding you inside the house with an arm draped over your shoulders as you're still stuck in a state of lingering shock.

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"you looked so fuckin' sexy in that moment with the gun in your hand and blood all over you!" he says with a smirk as you cuddle on the couch days after the incident.

"yeah? you liked that?" you ask with a playful smile as your glinting eyes meet his.

"i'm proud of you! my wife is such a badass!" he says, a soft smile adorning his scarred lips and pure adoration dancing in his eyes as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss.

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romanticintheory · 1 day

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HI I JUST READ YOUR "SIMON BETRAY YOU" AND YOU KNOW WHATTTT IT HURTS SOO GOOD OMG THANKS FOR MAKING THATT SJWISHWBSHSJSBWJSBWBS

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and.. maybe can you write for a part two? pleaseee🥺

HIII TYSM IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!!! here's a pt 2! i am very sick at the moment, though, so this might be a bunch of gibberish (i sincerely apologize if so). hope you like it <3

simon riley betrays you pt. 2

simon "ghost" riley x reader || pt. 1 || masterlist

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-miraculously, they let you go.

-you half expected someone to drag you out of the car with the barrel of a gun pressed against your temple with the intent to fire, but no. after a few excruciatingly long hours alone with your arms and legs bound, someone new came to cut your ties and let you loose.

-maybe they were just bad at their job, you thought. after all, why would they let you, essentially a witness, go free without any repercussions?

-a few years pass. you try to move on, but its impossible when your entire world was shattered in one night.

-you never heard back from your father since then, but that wasn't the thing that hurt the most. you couldn't go a single day without thinking about the sting of betrayal. any happy moment you had was spent comparing the time you felt that same feeling with him, before anything in the world was wrong to you.

-what's worse, there was something telling you that you shouldn't tell anyone about it even if you wanted to. a voice in your head kept telling you that maybe, maybe they're keeping you on a leash. maybe someone was watching you at this very moment ready to take you out the moment you spilled your experiences.

-in a way, your fears are confirmed when you meet simon again miles away from the last place you lived. you had moved for this exact reason; you never wanted to see his face for as long as you lived.

-it happens when you're walking alone in the street. you moved to this area specifically because you heard it was quieter and, more importantly, safer. but how much of that could you escape, really?

-your attacker approaches you as you're making your walk home from work, a kind of confidence on his face that makes the common individual want to roll their eyes.

-"what's a sweet thing like you doing out alone at night, huh?" he asks, his footsteps staggered like he's had one too many drinks.

-you give him the usual speel of, "oh, my friends are waiting for me... yeah, i've got a boyfriend. haha, i'm okay, no need to accompany me, thanks."

-your soft attempts at rejection only seem to agitate him, because next thing you know he's stepping toward you and putting a hand on your arm with a bone-crushing grip.

-"c'mon jus' let me-"

-his voice is cut off by the sound of a loud thud and the stranger's yelp of pain. it takes you a second, but you realize the defense on your behalf came from beside you.

-oh, thank god.

-you and your now injured attacker now adjust your gazes to sit on the silent newcomer. just like that, your settled sense of dread has come back and increased tenfold.

-there he was, with that stupid mask over his face and his hands curled into fists for preparation of what he was going to do next if the man didn't scurry off.

-"you'll leave," he says darkly under subtle pants, as if he ran before coming to your rescue. "if you know what's good for you."

-the stranger wastes no time in running off into the night, leaving you with your worst nightmare.

-for a while, you both stare at each other like you can't believe the other is real. it takes everything in you not to cry or beg him for answers. no, after everything you worked for, you're not going to throw away everything you built in the past few years to recover from him just to throw it all away now... right?

-"why are you here?" you ask coldly. "come to finish the job?"

-although your eyes were icy and your questions came with a rigid tone, there was genuine fear in your question. what if the soldier that untied you wasn't supposed to? what if you were supposed to be dead all those years ago?

-"no. never."

-even though he knows the reason why, his heart still hurts at the thought of you believing he'd just up and kill you like that.

-"really? that's rich," you scoff, except you're terrible at hiding the tremble in your breath and the tremors traveling through your body.

-spotting your growing fear, he scrambles for something, anything, to make you fear him less.

-"i was worried, that's all. after that night," he pauses, eventually deciding to skip the details of what he did to your father. "i didn't know where you went. thought i could just get over it, but i guess i just knew i needed to check in on you just in case."

-you resist the urge to roll you eyes. "right. you're back again to 'check in on me'? to come back and meddle in my life again?" you're struggling to keep your tears back as they form in your eyes. "you've already taken so much. how selfish can you be?"

-he stares at you for a moment before slipping his hand into his pocket and taking out a gold watch that belonged to your dad.

-"i'm sorry about your father, but you have to understand that he-"

-"not that, simon. it was never that," you push his hand away and the offer that came with it. his eyes became confused. "i mean you. it's always been you. you just come into my life telling me you love me, that you want to be with me so much and then just take that all away? and you never even bothered to tell me it was a lie, just let me get tied up by some stranger to be left alone and scared!"

-there's a new look in simon's eyes at your words, but it's hard to decipher them from behind the mask.

-"it wasn't a lie," he says slowly, lowering the hand with the watch in it back to his side.

-"oh, please." the trembling has not died down in the slightest. "i bet you're still mad that worker of yours took pity on me and let me leave before you could do anything about it. like i said, back to finish the job."

-your eyes are now trained on the ground. there was a conflicted feeling in your body at the moment. on one hand, this was the man that let you get tied up and left in a car while he "handled" your father. on the other, this was the man you loved. the one who was kind to your ever desire, who always understood you in ways you never knew possible.

-"i told them to let you go," he finally manages.

-"what?"

"i..." he hesitates. "i told my captain that if i was going to give them your father's location, they were to let you go no questions asked when the whole ordeal was over with." and it was true. he hated even imagining poor you, being interrogated by his colleagues in an isolated, barren room. you had been through enough.

-and even if you had been a part of your father's scheme, there was a part of simon that loved you too much to care (though he'd never admit it to himself).

-it was a good thing price trusted his judgment. he didn't know what he would've done had he said no.

-the tears are now streaming down your face and you can do nothing to stop it. it all felt like so much. you were so, so confused. if he did love you, why did you feel this way? how much of this could you trust?

-cautiously, he goes to wipe the tears away from your face, murmuring a quiet, "hate it when you cry." for a second, it was a familiar feeling. you felt like you were back in your shared flat with simon while having a breakdown over life's struggles. in moments like those, you never would have expectated that life's struggles could take the form of simon himself.

-you can't help but lean into his touch. maybe you were insane for allowing him to touch you like this, but you wanted nothing more than to let him into your life again. the resolve you worked so hard to build was crumbling away the longer you spent with him.

-"the reason it took so long for me to find you..." he's holding your face in his hands, now. "for so long, i thought i ought to leave you alone. i know i should. i wasn't lying about when i said i was worried if you were still alive, but," he swallows the lump in his throat before continuing. "i also miss you. 'nd i know, 's incredibly selfish of me after everything i've done to you, but i can't help it."

-one of his hands leaves your face to slide the mask and balaclava off his face. there he was again, his aged brown eyes and soft jawline, the sides of his face littered with small scars you still remember to this day.

-"i'll make it up to you," he whispers. "anything you ask, i'll answer. about my past, your father, anything. you ask me to get you something, i'll have it for you wrapped all nice 'nd pretty. hell, i'll get on my knees and pray to you if you order me to, love."

-it was like your nightmare turned into a fantasy, having him here begging for your forgiveness.

-"anything you want, i want to give to you. jus' let me be a little selfish, too."

-you bite your lip as you think it over. you know the correct answer would be a clear, hard no, but you can't bring yourself to do it. not after all those nights wishing he was encasing you in his arms again, whispering all the things he adored about you as you drifted off into sleep.

-as much as you shouldn't be believing him, you do.

-"...anything?" you ask hesitantly, and it takes everything in simon not to pull you in close and never let go.

-again. no, he needs to be sure he won't scare you off again.

-"anything," he promises, fingertips tracing the edge of your jawline.

-"okay," you agree, the tears finally having stopped flowing. happiness does not even begin to describe what simon was feeling. "for starters, you can walk me home."

-with the watch long forgotten and broken on the edge of the sidewalk, he holds your face for a bit longer before letting go. eventually, he offers his arm to you and you take it.

-there's a part of him that mourns the years lost that he could've had with you. maybe, if he came to you sooner, he wouldn't have to be so careful about being around you, now. but, no, these were the consequences of his actions.

-at the very least, you were still giving him a second chance, and he was intent on not fucking it up this time.

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bunnys-kisses · 11 hours

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like rum on fire

simon "ghost" riley

cw: angst/fluff/smut, homecoming, slight mentions of ptsd, gentle sex, plus sized!reader, body worship, missionary, sleepy sex, a gentle fic

bunny says: like the fic? leave a comment! really like the fic? suggest your own <3

to come home was to rest his tired head, to finally let himself relax. he had been away for two months, and every day felt like an eternity away from you. how he longed for the smell of your hair and the softness of your skin. he was a man primed for war, but when he was curled up in the bed you shared, he felt human.

like he was made of the pieces that made a human being, not manufactured to be a killer. that he was capable to be loved, to be adored by a you.

the roundness of your face, the thickness of your thighs, the smile you had. it melted away the facade he carried. coming home to you was like finding new life after living in the shadows.

to love you was an inferno in his chest that he couldn't ignore. and as he curled up closer to you on the bed, he felt content with life. his large hand grazed your soft middle and his nose was up against your neck. he could feel the laziness of your pulse as you slept.

"i love you." he said softly into your skin. his mind felt scarred with layers that went inches deep, his face fared no better. but yet you kissed him with passion.

you were not afraid to be seen with him in public. he softly kissed at your skin and held onto you tightly. not tight enough to hurt you, but enough to make him feel secure that you wouldn't slip away.

"i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you." he whispered, his voice caught your ear which caused you to stir. he watched you closely as you turned in his arms and reached out to grab the front of his grey t-shirt.

"what was that?" you asked, your eyes opened a little wider as you yawned, "did you say something?"

"nothin', love." he said softly.

you let go of his shirt and reached for his face where you softly touched the scars on his cheek and mouth. you blinked away and yawned again, "no, no. tell me."

he smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, "it was nothin' special."

you shook your head a little, "i wanna know."

"i love you, doll." he said as he took your head from his face and held onto it. he kissed your knuckle, "you make me feel human."

you felt more awake, "well, simon. i've always thought you were human. don't worry, i made sure to check for any robot parts. you're made of the same squishy stuff as me." you chuckled.

he slowly put you onto your neck and hung over you with his hands planted on either side of you. he kissed your face, which only woke you up more. "my love."

you giggled at his kisses, "oh, simon." you tilted your head to the side and embraced his warmth against you, "you're tickling me."

"i can't get enough of ya, love." he said as he continued to kiss your neck. his hands touched your arms and soon your breasts, "i see you, and i feel like a new man."

"i'll always love you, simon riley."

"and i will love you." he replied as he slowly took your shirt off of your body. he admired the softness of your breasts. you were so curvy and soft in many ways. he thought it was beautiful.

"are you sure you want to do this?" you asked as you reached for his face and held it in your hands, "i know homecoming can be tough."

he nodded, "of course. i want to feel close to you."

you nodded and let go of his face and started to work towards getting your bra off. he watched with a keen eye, you were divine. he was a worshiper of the beauty of your body.

he always thought men who wanted the smaller girls were weak. a real man wanted a woman who looked beautiful in all her curves. he licked his lips at the sight, "beautiful."

you blushed, "oh shut up, simon. this bra is stained as hell."

he cupped your breasts once you got your bra off and leaned in for a deeper kiss. he said simply, "i don't care, you're beautiful." then played with them, massaging them in his larger hands as his lips pressed against yours. he was starting to feel hot all over.

he wanted his love. his inferno, his sun, his angel. like a man begging for salvation, he begged to lay you out on the bed and show you the pleasure you two had been missing for some time.

you moaned into this kiss and later broke it to get fully undressed. he watched you as he got his own clothes off and soon you were both naked on the bed together. he got between your legs and admired your body.

he licked his lips and met your gaze. one hand on your hips, the other on your cock as he rubbed his length up against your slit. the room felt hotter than when he first entered it. the blood flow had long left his head and was now solely in his painfully hard cock.

"are you sure?"

he nodded, "certain." then slowly slid his cock into you. the breath left his lungs as he bottomed out into you and soon held onto your hips with both hands. his pace was slowly, he wanted to admire every inch of you. every noise your made, the way your nose scrunched up when it felt especially good.

his eyes raked your body as he began to move at a steady pace. he wasn't bouncing you on his dick, but it was consistent enough that pleasure ran through you.

your pulse was quick and your skin was hot as the two of you made love. it wasn't fucking, it was making love. two people came together to make something beautiful.

he went back to kissing you, he was bent over you as he thrusted his hips. your sweet noises was muffled by his tongue in your mouth. the kiss was the most aggressive part of his movements against you. he wanted to make sure that his love was taken care of.

he just adored you. his sunlight between the leaves. the comfort of home, the safety of being loved. his cheeks were rosy, the sweat drew down his back.

your back arched a little as the pleasure melted in your core. your nails dug into the pillow under your head. he parted the kiss and wiped the sweat off his forehead and neck.

"you're beautiful."

"you're not too bad yourself." you whimpered.

he curled further over you, he leveled your hips up a little bit to hit your core at the right angle. he panted as he continued to thrust into you. the air of your bedroom was hot as the sun beamed through the big windows.

"please, simon." you moaned.

"my sweet." he replied as he picked up the pace a little.

pleasure mounted between the two of you. he kissed you once more as he gave a few more thrusts and finished. you moaned into the kiss as you clenched around his cock and came as well. the heat stung your cheeks as you climaxed. you held onto the pillows tightly as you hit your peak then relaxed once more.

simon broke the kiss and looked down at you with nothing but sheer affection. he let go of your hips and rested on his heels, his cock slipped out of you and rested against his thigh. he wiped the sweat from his brow once more.

"still beautiful."

you panted and looked at him with hooded eyes, "not as beautiful as you." you then laughed sleepily as he got back to your side on the bed and curled you up in his arms. you melted into his touch as he kissed at your hairline.

"i'm happy to be home."

"i am too, simon." you looked into his eyes, brown like fresh coffee but they lit up when they were locked onto you, you cupped his face and smiled, "i love you."

he kissed you once more on the lips and replied, "i love you. now and forever." <3

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