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Eyes On Me

Simon “Ghost” Riley x OFC “Bones”

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Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Flirting, pining, size difference, mentions and descriptions of injury, mentions of battle, dirty talk, praise, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex

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Summary: Ghost gets a life-threatening injury, and it’s your job to make sure he returns to full-health.

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A/N: I rarely do summaries on one-shots, but since I’m introducing a character I figured I would (: I loooove this character, and I’m really hoping to write more one-shots with her and Ghost in the future!

Part Two: Lucky

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Working on them was easy, they took everything you gave them like champs. Splints, stitches, cleanings, anything they had, you took care of. They’d bite their tongues, ball up their fists if they had to, but for the most part, that was it. Vargas wouldn’t whine, but Gaz would. Price was nearly silent and in all honesty, Soap whimpered like a baby. But Ghost, he didn’t ever make a sound.

It wasn’t always like this, you weren’t always 141’s go-to medic. Before, you were here for everyone. Whoever needed you, that’s who you tended to. You got so good at it that at one point, you’d been promoted to a rescue mission position. Daily helicopter rides became your usual. Freezing temperatures and smoke-filled air met your exterior shell on a weekly basis. You’ve even been dropped into open fields full of bullets and bloody cries. The training you received was minimal, but enough for you to take it and run. You had talent, that talent growing into expertise. You knew how to defend yourself, your reflexes were good. You could shoot a gun and if need be, hold your own. That’s what got you to 141.

They impressed you, they still do. The team worked like a well oiled machine. And when you first saw them, you immediately questioned him.

“What’s with the mask?” You’d asked him, straight to his face. He tilted his head. “Is it still Halloween?”

The boys laughed, but Ghost didn’t. His fingers curled, and he sucked in a breath. You were brand new; not a good way to start off with him. Hey, it’s not your fault he took it the wrong way. You love Halloween. Sometimes you even find the scary things sexy.

Eventually you learned the real reasoning behind his mask, behind the skeleton head that hid his face. Honestly, you were intrigued by it, his anonymity. But sometimes, it got in the way.

“Blood type?” You’d asked, going through each soldier’s file as you became acquainted, some months ago now.

“Unknown.” Your colleague responded.

“What? What do you mean?”

“We have little to no information on Ghost’s background.”

“What if he starts to bleed out? Or needs a blood transfusion?”

“Guess I’ll die.” Came his gruff response.

Spinning around in your small and circular wheeled chair, you saw his bulky body taking up the majority on the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest while leaning against the frame.

Why is she so interested in me? He’d wondered, suspicious of you. What he should’ve been asking himself is, why am I so interested in her?

He’d seen you work on his team, you were efficient and clean. He’d even go so far as to call you fearless. And surprisingly, he finds himself liking that. You were a bit of a brat, but at the heart of your teasing jokes, there was a sense of playful familiarity. And overall, having you around was good for his men. He didn’t know how vital you were to his team, though, until you had to be flown in to rescue him.

Pressing into his wound, you didn’t even feel him flinch. The gauze was soaked in the red stain seeping from the cut in his skin, and you were running out of supplies - you were running out of time. And apparently, your frantic nature showed.

“Hey,” You direct your sternest voice at him. “Ghost - Simon, eyes on me.”

He’s spiraling; body feeling light and his consciousness leaving you quickly. His eyelids are fluttering.

“You worried about me, love?” He was out of it, losing blood and flirting while in his hazy state. It was the first time he’d ever been nice to you.

But really, he wasn’t just being nice because his body was going into shock and losing his grip on reality. He was talking to you this way because he didn’t know if he’d ever get the chance to after this.

Giggling, you shook your head, happy that he was now responding to you. “Nah, big boy like you?” Patting his shoulder, you said, “You’ll be just fine.”

Even if he didn’t show it, Simon was worried, too.

“But I bet you wish you’d told me your blood type now.”

He wasn’t happy. Simon didn’t ever seem that happy, but right now, he definitely wasn’t happy. All he’s ever known is a military lifestyle, training and being out in the field. Having his team’s back, contributing to the work effort, that’s what he was best at. And now, he can’t do any of that. At least, not for the next couple weeks.

“I’m not a child.”

“Never said you were.” Rolling your eyes, you openly sass him. “It’s just a blanket.”

It was the first day of him being in your mini infirmary, just the two took up the room. Each of the boys came in to give him a pat on the shoulder, make sure he was doing alright. But in all honesty, Ghost hated this kind of attention. Being coddled and cared for. He could take care of himself.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.” He grunts, looking away almost childishly.

“Suit yourself. I’m gonna go get some pizza.”

At this, he perks up a bit, groaning. “Can you bring me back a box?” Mumbling, he’s still looking away.

Before you leave, you turn back around with a grin. “Sure thing, big boy.”

Once you’re finally gone, he sighs, his emotions contradicting each other inside. Frustration doesn’t even come close to what he’s feeling. He never gets injured in the field. Is he losing his touch? Surely not, he’s still in his glory years. For him, it’s embarrassing to be seen like this, not just in front of the boys but in front of you, though he’d never admit it. You make him feel nervous inside, like he has to heighten the man he already knows himself to be. He has to be tougher around you; he can’t show any weakness. The only problem with that, was that he did have a weakness, a major one. That gaping hole in his chest.

“Alright,” Coming back with two boxes of pizza, you set them on your desk, moving them to the side. “Let’s clean you up.”

“I can do it myself.”

“Okay, look.” Wiping your hands off of your pants, you turn to face him. “This is my job. Would you get angry at Soap for clearing a room before you? Or Price for conducting an infiltration route?”

This makes him stop, closing his mouth for a moment, although you can’t see it.

“I’m part of your team, you have to acknowledge that. Your job is to kill bad guys, and my job,” Taking a few steps toward him, you point to his chest. “Is to fix the mess the bad guys make.”

Ghost shifts his shoulders, looking away from you for just a second. And after a moment, his eyes return to yours, and he nods.

Reaching down, he cracks the knuckles on his hands, and it takes everything in you not to break his eye contact. Every movement of his muscles makes you sweat, the ripples of them more than a beautiful sight. He’s impressive. All he has on right now are a pair of shorts and a bandage wrapped around his upper chest. Other than that, he’s bare. You can see the muscles in his abdomen, the impressive form and firmness of them, the bulges of his biceps and the chorded muscle in his forearms. His legs are thick, huge, sturdy enough to hold his entire weight along with two other men, if need be. Again, impressive.

Satisfied with his nonverbal response, you turn to grab the essentials. Pulling over a small, wheeled tray, you begin your work. Ghost sits up off the back of the bed for you, allowing you to remove the bandages around his chest. He maneuvers himself to sit cross-legged while you do it, his head tilted down to watch you work.

Truthfully, Simon thought you were attractive the moment he saw you. And then you made fun of him. But when he balled up his fists, when he inhaled that sharp breath as a reaction, it wasn’t because he was mad at you. It was because right then and there, he was attracted to you.

“You ever been stabbed like this before?”

He doesn’t answer for a minute, not really wanting to admit it. But then he shakes his head. “No.”

This tells you something, it tells you that you’re tending to the worst injury he’s ever had. And you’re shocked by his answer, you would’ve assumed he’s had worse. But a stab to the chest that just barely misses the heart? Yeah, that’s pretty bad.

He doesn’t budge when you apply the antiseptic, allowing you to work in peace. Once you’ve cleaned the wound, he’s surprised to feel your hands. His eyes widen while keeping his gaze on you, watching as your fingertips explore him. They move across his chest, just barely gliding over his skin.

“Doesn’t look too bad.” You murmur to him, eyes trained on his chest.

Ghost is undeniably the fittest out of the entire team. He’s huge, and not just in height. You haven’t seen his naked torso since the day he was stabbed, and when you were tending to him then, you definitely weren’t thinking about how attracted you were to him. You were working to save his life. But now, you have time to let your thoughts wander, to let yourself experience what he feels like.

Trailing down a bit, your fingers graze over his abdominal muscles, your tongue briefly sliding across your lower lip. His muscles are firm, smooth, and warm. Your touch makes him feel uncertain; he doesn’t know what you’re doing, but it’s making him nervous. Well, not nervous, necessarily but… excited.

“What happened to you being nice to me, huh?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at him. And the smile you offer is pretty. “Thought you’d be my best friend after I saved your life.”

This makes him laugh, a small grunt coming out toward the end from his injury. You’re right, he should be nicer to you considering the circumstance. He should also be nicer to you because, well… he fancies you.

“I’m sorry.” He finally acknowledges, albeit quietly. “I know I’ve been acting… standoffish.”

“It’s okay,” Shrugging, you reach for the clean bandages. “I get it, you’re embarrassed.”

Sighing, he looks down at your nimble hands again. “Yeah.”

“Let’s get your blood pressure before you eat.” You then tell him, changing the topic while retrieving your tools. “Then I’ll leave you alone,” Glancing up at him, you grin. “I promise.”

Right now, he doesn’t want you to leave him alone. You’re nice company.

Attaching the cuff over his bicep is a feat in and of itself. His muscles stretch the fabric, but it ends up securing around him adequately. You then take your stethoscope, applying it to his inner elbow while you begin pumping the meter. Glancing up at the machine, you focus on the readings, and absentmindedly, your hand wanders. While continuing to record his data, your free hand slides down his arm and into his palm as you steady yourself beside him.

Widening those pretty brown eyes, he releases a breath, now looking further down. He’s surprised, but honestly, it feels nice. Makes him relax. And while staring at your smaller hand now resting in his, he inhales deeply, curling his fingers slightly around your hand. This makes your head snap to the side, having not fully realized what you’d done. But Ghost doesn’t move when you look at him; he does stare at you though, right into your eyes. And while keeping your gaze, he lightly squeezes your hand. He really is sorry. He’s grateful.

The days following the first are actually pretty nice. With your main focus on Ghost, the rest of the crew seem to leave you alone for the time being.

“You’ve been a big help lately.”

“What?” Comes that thick, English accent. “I’ve done nothing but sit on my ass.”

“Yeah, but it keeps them,” Pointing out into the training yard, you finish, “Off my ass.”

Turning, he stretches, watching his team run around and lift weights on the field behind him, only a window separating them.

“It’s like I told you, sweetheart.” His head then moves, returning his gaze to you. “You’re the finest thing they’ve seen in months.”

“Oh, yeah?” You tease. “What about you?”

Since he’s been nicer, you’ve been spending more time at his side. You didn’t need to sleep here, he was fine by himself, but after that first night, you did. You couldn’t help yourself. Thinking about him all alone in the infirmary while you lay cozied up in bed made you sad. You didn’t want him to get lonely. So, you slept on the small loveseat in the corner, the one the boys usually sit on to smoke. And your sleepovers were starting to make you close, that sweet little nickname being evidence of that.

“What about me?” Under his mask, his face heats up. He knows what you’re asking.

“Am I the finest thing you’ve seen in months?”

Under that skull-painted cover, he grins, giving you a single nod. “You’re pretty.”

“Oh, Ghost,” Walking over to him, you lean into his bicep, clutching it. “I knew you’d eventually fall in love with me.”

Rolling his eyes, he grumbles with an amused tone, “A pretty big pain in my ass.”

After he says this, you laugh, pushing yourself off of him.

“Bones?” Your comm link buzzes slightly, a bit of static coming through.

Pressing your button, you tilt your head to the side. “What’s up?”

“Searg. is calling a meeting.”

“Time?”

“Eighteen hundred.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

“Bones?”

Once your conversation has ended, another one promptly begins. Lifting your head to face him, you raise a brow. “Yeah?”

Ghost tilts his head to the side slightly, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Never heard anyone call you that.”

“Yeah, well you’re not on my med. team.”

“Well, you’re on my team, aren’t you?”

Giving him a thoughtful pout, you eventually answer with, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Then we should know your cover.” His voice is stern and gritty, deep and rumbling. It’s like how he talks out in the field.

“Well, now you do.” Giving him a quick wink, you turn away, intent on doing some paperwork before your meeting.

“What’s the meaning of it?” When you don’t immediately answer, he calls for you. “Bones?”

Something about him using your code name makes you grin.

“I’m known for breaking them.” Turning, you face him once again, a smile plastered across your smooth lips.

“Known for breaking bones?” He clarifies, sounding skeptical.

“Yep.”

“Huh,” He scoffs, “That’s not exactly something to boast about, is it?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be if they were mine.”

Oh, now he gets it.

“I did a lot more than sew up wounds before I came here.” With a heavy sigh, you reminisce on your time in the field. But you made a choice to be here. “I used to break them, now I heal them.”

He never knew. And honestly, this new information only makes him more attracted to you. A badass soldier with a gentle touch? Sounds like his kind of woman.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” You emphasize, “I’ve got some paperwork to do.”

“Fine.” He returns flatly, and you giggle. He really sounds upset about that abrupt ending.

“Think you’re gonna be okay by yourself while I’m gone?”

“Won’t be a problem.” He grunts, shimmying to lay back down. “I’ll just sleep.”

Throughout your hours spent together, you’ve discovered that he’s quite the fan of naps. He takes one every day around three in the afternoon, and you wonder if he’s finally enjoying his rest. It doesn’t help that you often have to leave him while he’s sleeping, though. You’ve liked being by his side lately, it’s comforting. His presence has begun to grow quite kind, and even in the quiet times, it’s nice. But you still have meetings and other duties to tend to. Which include the one you’d been called to.

Ghost’s gentle snore is what prompts you to look up, your eyes searching for his own. But they’re closed, one arm propped behind his head with his other hand laying over his stomach. He’s fully laying on the bed, the blanket only covering up to his waist. He’s still shirtless, and right now, he looks practically naked. Aside from the mask. Eyes trailing up his form, you take in the steady rise and fall of his chest, the light-colored hairs scattering his pectorals, and even further down, leading from his belly button to the hem of his pants. It makes you sigh, he looks peaceful. You’ve never seen him so relaxed.

You don’t like the thought of him waking up to a room empty of you, so to make up for it, you head to the cafeteria. As quietly as you can, you return with a large pizza, one with his favorite toppings on it. Steak, mushrooms, onions, and two kinds of cheese, specifically provolone and American - strange and lengthy details, but ones you memorized, nonetheless. And after you set the box down, taking in another look of him, you turn to leave.

Eventually, the smell wakes him up. How could it not? It’s his absolute favorite thing to eat. But he has to be careful, he needs to keep himself in shape over these couple of weeks, or he’ll need more training than originally planned. Sighing, he props himself up, the realization now setting in.

She did this for me.

He knows it was you and not the boys because of the little note on top of the box.

Ghost,

I’m at a meeting until six tonight, I’m sorry I probably won’t be around when you wake up. Here’s some pizza to make up for it. Hopefully you still love me <3

Bones

He rolls his eyes at that last part, a smile pulling on the edges of his lips. You can be so sarcastic sometimes. But he likes it. You make him laugh.

While you’re gone, Simon thinks about the way you take care of him. You’re so gentle with him when changing his bandages and cleaning his wound. Your smaller hands touch him so softly that it makes him feel things for you. He wonders, is he just interested in you because you’re the only woman around? Or is he interested in you because you’re funny? Because you’re nice? It’s because you’re such a tender caretaker and you remind him of all the love he never got in life.

Looking back at the note, he reads it again. It sounds like you’d regretted leaving him, even for something as important as a medical staff meeting. Maybe you’ve been enjoying his company, too.

When night rolls around, you snuggle up on the couch, pulling the blanket you’d grabbed from your cot over your shoulders. Ghost just stares at you, one leg laying flat on his bed with the other up, the sole of his foot planted on the mattress.

“How the hell do you fit on that?”

Shrugging, you answer with, “It’s easy to fit in places when you’re not an enormous tank.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” Smirking, you can just barely see his eyes in the darkness. Those nearly black orbs find your own, and it makes your chest tighten. “I like the way you’re built.”

He chuckles, amused. “Yeah?” And then he reaches for a pack of cigarettes next to his bed, lifting the edge of his mask. “Why’s that, love?” That word makes the skin on your face burn.

You get a small flash of his face when he lights the end of his cig with a match, and you notice something you’ve never seen before.

“What’s that scar from?” It just comes out on its own. He knows you’re talking about the one on his jaw.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He points out, taking a puff. And for some reason, you find that so hot.

“I’ll answer it if you answer mine.”

Sometimes, you aggravate him. Sighing, he speaks through the darkness, telling you, “Fine.”

A sly grin crosses your face on the other side of the room, and you wonder if he can see it. He can.

“I like men with muscles.” And he likes that answer. “Makes me feel like they can take care of me.”

He exhales calmly into the nighttime air between the two of you, pressing his lips to the cigarette and then inhaling once again. Ghost knows he could take care of you.

And then he thinks about his own response, settling with, “It came from a knife.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Rolling your eyes, you scoff. “You gotta tell me more than that.”

Flicking the ashes of his cigarette into a tray, he lays back a little on the bed. “It was a mission in the Middle East. Bloody heat was killing me, I had to lift my mask up.”

Oh, wow. Honestly, you were just kidding. You never thought he’d actually tell you anything more. But you take this chance and run with it, listening intently so you don’t miss a single piece of his story.

“We were ambushed,” He continues, shaking his head. “Price never saw it coming.”

Truly, you can’t even imagine. Sure, you had your time in the field, but it was nothing compared to what he’s gone through.

“We took them out, but not before one of them got to me with a knife. Sliced up my jaw.” Ghost exhales a puff of smoke, watching it billow into the air. Then he gently shakes his head. “Didn’t let him get any further ‘n that.”

By the end of the story, his voice has grown flat. Maybe he doesn’t like thinking about his scars. Maybe it’s why he keeps the mask on.

“Could I… could I see?”

“My scar?” Comes his instant response. “What for?”

“I dunno,” Shrugging in the dimly lit light, you glance down at the floor. A timid gesture that he again sees.

After a moment of silence, he figures, what the hell? Having you be close to his face didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. Besides, he likes getting a good look at you. Finishing off his cigarette and rubbing the butt of it down into the tray beside him, he says, “Why not?”

Looking up, you shake your head. “It’s okay, I don't have to. I don’t even know why I asked.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Come over here, doll.”

Almost giddily, you do, shoving your blanket to the side and popping up onto your feet. He chuckles deeply upon seeing your reaction, watching you scamper over to him.

“You’re excited about this, huh?”

Shrugging, you grin, standing right next to his bed. “Maybe.”

You don’t give a single shit about his scar. You want to see him. Being close to Ghost gives you a good feeling.

Leaning over, you turn on your desk lamp, illuminating this corner of the room. And when you come back to him, you’re met with the incredible sight of his eyes. They’re dark brown in shade, but in the dim light, they're a dazzling pool of honey. But what really catches your eye is the lower half of his face. His mask is still pulled up, revealing his mouth, chin, and jaw.

“Can I touch?” You then ask, keeping your voice quiet.

He eyes you up and down while your gaze is fixated on his mouth. His lips curl, and he nods. “Sure.”

Lifting your hands, they fall to either side of his face. When you make contact with him, he closes his eyes, exhaling a slow breath, accepting your touch. He can’t remember the last time he let someone do this.

“Hm…” You don’t mean to, but you hum, fingers trailing along his jawline and chin. He has stubble here, just barely. It seems like when he’s crept away to the showers at night, he’s shaved.

Ghost’s eyes trail across your face, feeling your breath on his skin. You’re closer than you ever have been before, and it makes the muscles in his chest tighten, makes his pulse quicken. Licking his lower lip, he whispers, “How’s that feel?”

“Good.” You respond, nodding, your eyes not once leaving his mouth. “I like it.”

“Why’d you want to feel it?” He then wonders aloud, and he wishes you would look up at him. He wants to look into your sweet eyes. “Haven’t you seen enough scars in your lifetime?”

“I don’t really care about scars.”

What the hell?

Scrunching his brow, he then asks, “Then why the hell did you want to see mine?”

Now, you do look up into his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you work up the nerve to say what’s floating through your mind. “Because it’s on you.”

Immediately, he swallows. His gaze falls to your mouth for the first time since you’ve been this close, flickering back and forth from your eyes to your now slightly parted lips. And all at once, he sits up a bit straighter, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you in.

As if you’re expecting it, you melt into him, letting him press you to his body. The fingertips on his jaw slide along his cheeks as you move to fully hold his face in your hands, Ghost’s lips easily meeting your own. One large arm slides around your back, hand securing to your waist as he pulls you further into him.

Heartbeat pounding in your veins, you gasp quietly against him, molding your mouth to his as you return his enthusiasm. Your hands hold onto him tightly, sliding down to the back of his neck. But then he stops, releasing a rough sigh and opening his eyes to look at you.

“Come here,” He whispers hurriedly, his other hand reaching out and tugging on you.

“Ghost, I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?” His lips are moving over your jaw, his hands still pulling on you.

“You’re healing.”

Scoffing, he leans over the side of the bed, hands securing themselves to your lower back and upper thigh. He then hauls you forward, leaning down so he can hoist you up onto his lap.

“Oh!”

“I go back into the field next week.” He grunts out, now looking up at you. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

“Ghost, I -”

“You know my name?” He asks, his rough, baritone voice demanding your attention.

And suddenly, you feel extremely fucking small. Your legs slide forward and down, straddling him. Quietly, you squeak out, “Yes.”

“Say it.”

Leaning forward, you embrace the excitement of being on top of him. Your hands return to hold his face, and he lets you. Bringing yourself in close, you look into his eyes.

“Simon.”

“That’s right.” Comes his breathy exhale, leaning in to close the small gap between the two of you.

And then Simon’s hand is on the back of your head, pushing you further into him. His other lands on your hip, fingers curling around your flesh. He smells like cigarettes and cologne, tastes like mint and tobacco. And you overtly, eagerly, wholeheartedly, welcome him.

“Closer to me,” Simon grumbles, the hand on your hip curling around your lower back. He pulls you until you’re flush against his chest, your breasts pushing up against his clean bandages.

“Simon,”

He groans into your mouth when you use his name, repeatedly moving his lips over your own. Your legs press tightly to the outsides of his thighs, holding him close to your body. And when he feels your hips shift against him, when he hears your soft, delicate moan, he decides to slide his tongue into your mouth. He licks inside, rubbing the wet muscle over your own. Moaning wantonly, it echoes into his throat, the hand on your head sliding down to hold your jaw open. The way he moves against your mouth is almost overwhelming, full of passion and lust and a particular sense of need.

“You wanna take this off for me?” His accent is making you melt. “Can you do that for me, love?”

Tugging impatiently on your shirt, those frosty eyes look into your own with a look of utter desperation. But also control. Ghost was always in control.

Nodding, you reach down, finding the edges of your longsleeve shirt and slipping it up and over your head.

“Oh…” He moans - Ghost fucking moans. His head immediately dips down to the luscious space between your breasts, mouth finding your skin.

“Oh,” It comes as a complete surprise, him surging down to kiss you here. “Simon…”

Fuck, you’ve wanted to do this since you met him. You both have.

His mouth drags along the curves of your chest, and you’re surprised when they’re followed by tender kisses. And then his hands drop, groping your ass.

“I want you.” He growls against your breasts, nipping at the soft slopes of them. “What do you want, love?”

“I want you, Simon.” Nodding quickly, your hands slide back up to his face. In your hurried state you accidentally move the fabric of his mask just a bit, and his hands come flying up to your forearms as soon as it happens.

“Don’t take it off.” It’s a firm boundary, a stern warning. His head lifts, too, eyes staring menacingly into you.

“I wouldn’t, I won’t.” He looks at you almost skeptically. “I respect your privacy.”

When he doesn’t budge, you wiggle on top of him. “Please. Simon, I wouldn’t ever do that to you.”

Slowly, his hands leave your forearms, loosening their grasp. He’s deciding to trust you.

One of those meaty hands falls to your chest, still holding your gaze while he cups you. The other rises to your neck, fingers curling around the back to pull you in again. This time, though, he doesn’t return to your lips. This time, he goes to your neck. Rolling your head to the side, you let him, feeling Simon’s teeth scrape along your skin. He’s feeling every inch of you that he can, hands falling to your ass when he feels you move over him. With a firm grasp, he urges you forward and back, grinding your covered crotch over his own. And while he’s busy exploring you, you take this opportunity to explore him.

Delicately, your fingertips slide down his face, down the chorded muscles along his neck, landing on his sculpted shoulders and then moving to his biceps. When you squeeze the thick meat of his arms, he groans, smirking mischievously against you. With your nails scraping lightly over his taut skin, they quickly find his back, gently scratching him. His muscles are flexing, damn near all of them. He’s so worked up with you like this on top of him. And he’s still moving you, shoving your hips over his crotch and manhandling you in the softest way he knows how. He’s strong, but he’s gentle with you.

The length of him is palpable beneath his thin shorts, settling right into your covered folds. And it makes you moan, makes your breaths pick up and your center pulse. The air is thick with arousal, the room lit dimly in the soft, yellow hue of your small lamp. His breaths are hot, fanning across your face in humid and heavy wafts. But then he stops, taking a breath. And for some reason, your sass decides to fill this brief, empty space.

“So,” Sighing, you’re also working to catch your breath. “Does this mean you think I’m pretty?”

He chuckles, that beautiful smile making itself known. “Does this mean you like my muscles?”

“I love your muscles.” Wiggling even closer to him, you grin, sucking in a tight and excited breath. Your one hand then slides down his chest, his abs, curling around to hold his hip, your thumb just barely brushing his pelvis.

“Yeah? Even when you’re sewing ‘em up?” He asks, that deliciously rich accent making you flutter inside.

“You can’t do that again.” Shaking your head, your hands move to hold his face. It’s a tender act. “You can’t scare us like that again.”

That night, you swear you started to see the light fade out of his eyes, and that, well… that was a first for you. You saved Simon’s life.

“You care about me, eh?” He replies in the cockiest voice.

“Your team cares about you.” Eyes flickering down to the bandages on his chest, you then say, “And yeah, maybe I do, too.”

Simon’s body flexes beneath you, hips rutting up into your own. And now, it’s his turn to hold your face in his hands. He lifts your jaw, making you look at him.

“Hey, don’t worry about that now.”

“Are you okay?” Eyes darting back up to his, they’re filled with concern from the memories of that day. “With me sitting like this on you?”

He gives you a cocky grin. “I’m just fine, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about me. I’m a big boy, remember?”

This makes you smirk, one hand finding its way to his pelvis with much more confidence than before. “Is that right?”

“That’s right.” He nods, keeping that gorgeous grin. “Think you wanna take it?”

Breathing out a small laugh, you give your head a single shake. “I never knew you wanted to fuck me so bad.”

“You never noticed the things I’ve said to you?”

“No, I noticed. I just thought… maybe it was harmless flirting.”

At this, his head tilts, eyes boring into your kind orbs. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me harmless in my entire life.”

“Yeah, you’re one scary motherfucker.” Leaning in to kiss him, he accepts it with a heated moan. “And I find that sexy as hell.”

“Well, you said you like fixing bones.” He’s feeling desperate for you at this point; it’s like you won’t stop teasing him “Hop on this one, then.”

“Oh my god, you really are like every other fucking guy.” But you’re already reaching for the bottom of your sports bra, slipping it off your torso in one go.

“God damn.” Large hands instantly return to your breasts, cupping and weighing your tits in his palms. His chest dips dramatically from releasing such a heavy breath, leaning in to kiss one of your delicate peaks. It’s firm and wet, the repeated press of his lips. And it wouldn’t be so overwhelming if he wasn’t practically making out with your tits.

Seeing your naked form for the first time sets his own alight. He always knew you were a sexy little thing, and now, he’s got first hand proof. Your curves look delicious, and if he weren’t in a tiny medical bed, he’d lay you down to lick them.

“You want me?” He doesn’t expect this sort of response, his surprise going tenfold when he feels you reach down between your bodies.

“Oh,” He releases a tight breath, feeling you run a finger over his erection.

Staring into your eyes, he gives you an almost predatory gaze. “You know I do.”

Easily, you slide your shorts and panties to the side, revealing your delicate sex to him, though he can only barely see it. And then you’re reaching down, fingers curling over the band of his shorts to pull him out. When you do, he releases a sound you’ve never heard from him before, his jaw hanging low. He’s long and firm, crimson at the head and already leaking. The pulsations rocking through his cock are, at this point, an almost painful sensation; and when you look down, you grin. Letting the length of him rest on his lower abdomen, you move yourself so you can slide your glistening lips over him.

Simon hisses at the contact, strong hands cementing themselves to your hips. But he doesn’t stop you from moving. If anything, he only encourages you to.

“You get off on this?” He suddenly asks, the feeling of your slippery center sliding against him making his head spin and his insides tense. “Fucking your superior?”

“Baby,” You laugh, shaking your head while continuing to move over him. “I’m on the med. team, you’re not my superior.” Taking a breath, you reach out, grabbing his jaw and lowering your voice to speak. “But you did get one thing right. I do want to fuck you.”

Before he can say anything, you’re lifting yourself, his throbbing tip prodding at your entrance. You hold his gaze, an unexpected moan drifting from your lips when you finally begin to feel him.

“Fuck,” He grits out, fingers digging into your sides and urging you down. “Come on, precious. You can take it.”

Sliding down only a few mere inches, you wince. Holding onto his shoulders, your fingernails dig into his skin, scratching harshly at the firm muscles all along him. He’s bigger than you’d imagined him to be. His girth is wider than you’ve ever had, and when you reach down to feel him you quickly discover he also isn’t lacking in length.

His military voice then comes out, that stern, commanding tone. “Focus - hey, eyes on me.” Irises snapping up to his, you do as you’re told. “That’s a good girl.” Jesus Christ, you didn’t expect a single ounce of praise to come from him.

Simon’s dominant hand then slides down, the pad of his thumb finding the reddened nub at the peak of your sex. Your hips jolt when he presses the thick digit against you, but with his free hand on your back, he brings you in. He applies pressure, prompting you to lean on him, his mouth seeking out your nipples once again. Slipping his tongue out and over your skin, it forces you to whine, feeling your hips rock involuntarily against him. With the stimulation coming from his thumb and tongue, you find yourself relaxing, resting on the weight of him.

“Feels good, yeah?”

Your fingers find the back of his head, your own dropping back. “Yes…”

It’s overwhelming and sexy as all fucking hell. Simon can see the marks he’s left on your neck, shoulder and chest, and he grins, knowing they’ll be there in the morning even if he won’t be able to see them. He doesn’t stop the movement of his thumb, keeping the same amount of pressure as he swirls little circles over your sensitive clit. His mouth is sucking on you, too, his tongue running over your nipples in wet and passionate swipes. And altogether, it works like a charm, lubing you up enough for him to slide entirely inside.

“Simon.”

“You’ve got it, yeah… there we go…” The only hand that moves is the one that was touching your clit, fingers now attaching themselves to your hip once you’re entirely seated on him.

“Fuck me,” You’re clinging to his shoulders, both arms wrapping around his neck. He’s removed himself from your tits, resting his face in the slope of your shoulder, just beside your throat.

He’s searing hot and filling you completely, his tip seated deep in your guts as you pulse around him violently. And Simon’s aware of his size, so he waits for you to make the first move. And he snuggles into you while he does, resting in this brief lull.

Feeling another person surrounding his body like this brings out a sensation from the depths of his heart, a feeling he hasn’t experienced in genuine years, decades, even. He feels like he can relax in your embrace, like he can let go with you.

“Oh, god.” Head dropping back, you shift slightly, beginning to move.

“Yes,” He encourages you, reaching up to hold your neck. “That’s it.” And then he pulls, bringing you down to him. Your lips meet in a small clash, tongues colliding as soon as you make contact.

This entire event awakens something inside of you. It’s like he’s consuming you, taking over your body and every part of your mind. And you’ve felt like this for weeks, months; you’ve ached for him. At night you’ve touched yourself to the thought of him, and during the day, you’ve dreamt about him. It was so hard to be in his presence, knowing you couldn’t have him, that he probably didn’t even want you in the first place. But he does; he wants you just as badly as you want him.

Simon sways his body with you, leaning back against the head of the bed. He uses this slight change in position as leverage to shove his hips up into you, giving you small and shallow thrusts. But he lets you do most of the work, grinning while admiring the way in which you find your pace.

“You’re a tight thing, aren’t you?” His voice is gruff, eyes lowering to stare at the space where you’re repeatedly connecting. And then they furrow, mouth dropping open when he finally witnesses you lifting and lowering your hips. “And look how well you’re taking me…”

“You’re… so fucking big.” Lowering your head, you then offer a half smirk, shaking your head at him. “Guess you really do have reason to be cocky, huh?”

“Damn right, and I’m glad you know it.”

“Jesus - fuck!” The first word is said through a scoff, the second through a high yelp.

“You feel like makin’ fun of me again?” Simon then challenges, having lifted his feet and planted them directly on the edge of the bed. He uses this leverage to punch himself up into you, huffing out a sharp breath when he feels you fall onto his chest.

“Fuck, baby - I’m sorry.” You immediately lift yourself up, looking down at his bandages. “Are you alright?”

The fact that you’ve so easily been able to call him baby makes Simon smile, his teeth even showing for the first time that you’ve ever seen.

“You need to stop asking me that.” He says in that deeply, gritty tone. And then he shoves you forward again, knees high in the air as he lets you rest over his chest.

Your arms slide around his neck, clinging to him as he begins to shove himself up into you. Sucking in a deep breath, he grunts out beside your face, his arms wrapping around your naked torso. He’s starting to feel sweaty, sticky, his skin warm and glistening. And at this point he’s bouncing you on his cock, your ass slapping down onto his pelvis with every move. He let you have your fun; now, he’s fucking you.

“Oh my fucking god,” You’re trying desperately to keep up to move yourself back against him, but he doesn’t allow it. He’s punching the breath from your lungs, one hand sliding up your back to hold your head.

He lets out a breathless laugh. “Are you alright?”

“S-Shut up, Ghost.” Comes your stuttered response, now gasping from how deep he’s hitting.

“Uh-uh,” He tuts, “Say my name, sweetheart. Sounds so good comin’ outta that pretty little mouth.”

This makes you laugh, a small hiccup of a sound due to his intense movements beneath you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, wanna hear you say it when we fuck.”

“Oh, so this is going to happen again?” You tease, feeling his groans vibrate through his chest. Jesus, he’s so sturdy.

Leaning forward, he grabs a fistful of your ass, growling into your ear, “I damn sure want it to.”

You take advantage of his closeness, turning your head to capture his lips. “You’re so fucking deep.”

“Yeah? You want me to stop?” He whispers in return against your lips.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

At this point, he’s panting beneath you, sliding down a little further on the bed. You move with him, still holding onto his firm body with a wild desperation. And he keeps your lips on him, shoving his tongue inside your mouth while keeping his brutal pace.

If you were dripping before it’s nothing compared to now. You’re leaking down his shaft, the creaminess of your arousal coating him entirely. And he can feel it; it’s making his eyes roll back into his head.

“You’re gonna make me cum, squeezin’ around me like that.”

One of your hands lowers, moving down to hold onto his bicep, and then his forearm. Turning your head to the side, you smile, ignoring his comment while you breathe out lightly, “I love your tattoos, baby.”

“You just love praisin’ me, don’t you?” In two seconds, that tattooed forearm rises, hand grabbing your face. “Bring those pretty eyes back to me.” And when you look into those endlessly deep eyes of his, he grits out sternly, “Eyes. On. Me.”

“Simon,” It’s a small whine, one uttered when you feel him strike gold inside. “Please make me cum.” Your head drops to his shoulder, and what he does neck surprises you. He kisses your fucking cheek.

“I can do that for you.”

As if things couldn’t become more intense, he takes it up a notch, ramming into you and forcing your face into the crook of his neck. His hand on the back of your head holds you there, and when you bite into his neck, he groans into the nighttime air.

“Yesss, baby, don’t stop. Oh my god, please don’t stop.” He’s so big beneath you, his muscles bulging against your naked chest. And he revels in the feeling of your soft tits pressing against him, your beautiful body bouncing as it gets fucked by him.

“Fuck me,” Comes his gasped out curse, muttering, “Such a good pussy.”

“Fu-uck,”

He’s pounding against that delicate spot that’s making you go dumb, your arms and thighs beginning to shake around him.

“G-Ghost, I’m…”

“Say my name, say it again.” His voice is deep and thick, stuttering a bit. “One more time for me.” His thighs are flexing beneath your ass, one arm wrapped around your back and the other gripping the flesh on your hip.

It’s overwhelming, the feeling shoving its way through your body, coursing through your veins. The excitement of it all is something you haven’t felt in too long of a time, if ever before. Swallowing, you gather yourself enough to do as he says, once again, uttering his name.

Immediately after, he’s cumming, hips breaking their pace and length throbbing inside you. His forceful shoves against your g-spot make you crumble above him, onto him, your body shaking. The way you’re holding onto him makes him feel like he can do anything, makes him think you feel safe with him. And you do. The world could be crumbling and still, you’d cling to him, knowing he’d hold you in his arms.

Quivering limbs press against him, your body going a bit numb from the intensity of it all. Your center pulses around his girth, squeezing him tightly while you wash him in your arousal. You can feel his, too, the milky ropes shooting into you, and you revel in the fact that your body has made his feel this good. He’s breathing harshly beside you, pectorals flexing against your naked chest. You’ve never heard him groan so forcefully, not even when he’s out working. And that makes you smile, knowing you bring those noises out of him. A blissful smile crosses your face, body rolling in waves as you experience your own high above him.

“Fuck me,” His accent is thick, coating the shell of your ear. He’s petting at your hair, body beginning to slump down on the mattress beneath him. “You okay there, princess?”

You’re quiet, still trying desperately to find your breath. Swallowing, you nod, turning your head to kiss his throat, breathing heavily against him. And while his body relaxes, he holds yours above him, urging you to do the same.

“Maybe I should get hurt a little more often,” He looks over, pointer finger curling under your chin, gently lifting you to look at him. “If it means seein’ you.”

Part Two

#Jesus Christ #I need him #Simon baby I love you #I really do #you're my big beefy man #Simon Riley #Simon Riley x you #Simon Riley x reader #Simon Ghost Riley #Simon Ghost Riley x you #Simon Ghost Riley x reader #Simon Riley smut #Simon Ghost Riley smut #Ghost cod #Ghost Call of Duty

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evie-doesnt-write · 2 months

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“Wille has gone through so fucking much from his shitty, neglectful, psychologically abusive parents, the death of Erik, the betrayal of August, his and Simon’s relationship issues, his mother becoming sick, finding out Erik was a homophobe, and so fucking much more, and he’s just a kid whose only support are his one friend and his boyfriend who are facing their own problems and nobody can blame him for not knowing how to deal with his emotions and having breakdowns” and “Wille is extremely flawed (as are everyone in this show) and never having been taught how how to deal with his emotions and problems in a healthy way and having little to no support system doesn’t change or excuse the fact that he constantly projects onto Simon, has internalised the mindset that Simon’s problems are far lesser than him, often behaves inconsiderate towards him and doesn’t listen or listen to Simon when he tries to talk to him and these are things he will need to work on, especially if he wants to keep a relationship with Simon” are not mutually exclusive statements

#i fucking love wille #he’s such a well-written character #one of my fave characters of all-time definitely #but when you try to constantly make excuses for him and reduce him to a baby with anxiety #then you do SUCH a disservice to his character #let imperfect victims exist!!!!#let realistic victims who are hurt and hurt others both intentionally and unintentionally!!!#i want to see wille grow as a person to go on the journey of healing even if it hurts and is messy #i remember when wille was oblivious to simon’s song about him #and it was a sweet oblivious wille scene but edvin also points out this is wille having been so wrapped up in his problems #that he doesn’t realise others (esp simon)#and now saying that wille often projects his anxiety onto simon #young royals #prince wilhelm #yr s3 spoilers #young royals season 3 #wilmon #simon eriksson

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goldenn-moments · 1 year

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things I need in young royals s3:

• "I love you" "I love you too"

• MORE👏🏼GOLDEN👏🏼MOMENTS👏🏼

• wille in the eriksson house, at home and at ease w at least simon and linda (maybe even Malin included??👀👀)

• simon in the palace, learning the crooks and crannies of the spots of the castle that wille found comfort in as a child (plus an awkward dinner w the in laws, hopefully followed by a royal bedroom scene, if yknow what I mean)

• rosh and ayub seeing wille again and simon being like "guys he's it for me" and the whole reconciliation that I'm sure will have to happen etc etc

• maddie becoming friends w simon and henry and walter being friendlier to simon, including him more - BASICALLY people at hillerska actually valuing simon for once, omfgs

• on the note of hillerska people, felice and simon teaming up to tease wille AT LEAST once. at least. they have so much material it would literally be criminal for them to not tease wille until he's giggling and red in the face

• more hand holding (so much. an obscene amount, actually)

• as edvin said, wille and simon smiling together

• sara redemption, but I kinda want that to be left open ended bc I doubt simon will forgive her all that easily (he will, inevitably. it's who he is. but he's put her first so many times, I want him to pit himself first for once)

• SIMON FINALLY ALLOWING SOMEONE (aka wille) TO FULLY COMFORT HIM AS HE BREAKS DOWN (I just want my boy to have a nice cry and then get all the hugs from wille)

• wille and simon being together in public and not giving a fuck (I mean, obvi they'll care abt being in the public eye. but they won't have to hide, and they'll revel in that, and that's what matters)

• STELLA AND FREDRIKA CONFESSION SCENE + DRAMATIC KISS

• on that note, also wilmon dramatic kiss (in the rain, after something intense happened, or when they're just horny as fuck I DONT CARE. just give me intense wilmon kisses I can use for edits please and thank)

• more exploration into simons family life (which I think we'll get w the sara arc, however they take it), like giving linda more screen time and bc they're probably gonna bring micke back, someone defending simon from micke if he needs it

• wille telling simon abt erik (and maybe even flashbacks??)

• august getting what's fucking coming to him

• wille AND simon breaking the fourth wall (preferably in the beginning of the first ep, bc I kinda want it to end w them walking away from us. but I'd be so down for the series ending w them both smiling at us)

• a look into how the public is reacting - ngl I wanna see the social media comments, the articles, their friends dissing those who are slandering them and at the same time showing them all the public support (I know) they're getting

• far fetched, but maybe a scene where wille and simon are having a Moment (maybe with simon in the palace👀👀) and krissy accidentally sees it and starts to finally fucking understand that taking simon away/denying him is taking away/denying her only remaining son's happiness (I imagine this taking place after an awkward dinner w the in laws)

• a celebration/party scene where wilmon are together and don't have to stare at each other from across a room or hide somewhere in order to be together

• wille defending simon (against their fellow hillerska students, the royal court, hell even micke, idc)

• simon defending wille (against someone from bjärstad who's making assumptions, krissy, the royal court, any of those idc)

-- basically the boys fighting for each other always

• THEM👏🏼AGAINST👏🏼THE👏🏼WORLD👏🏼

• more protective wille bc wille while he's being Crown Prince Wilhelm??? godDAMN

• simon and wille happy under the sun

• kinda related, maybe simon looking like he has a halo through some trick of the light??? paralleling to his glowstick halo in s1???

• wille panicking and simon being there (wille no longer having to be alone when the world gets too much) (do not enter is written on the doorway, why can't everyone just go away? except you - you can stay)

• wille and simon goofing around and being silly, maybe like trying to cook or trying to study or trying to actually play a video game and constantly getting distracted by each other

• simon getting his daily dose of wille's scent, lmao

• SIMON AND WILLE DANCING. dancing alone in one of their rooms, giggling and tripping on each other and swaying back and forth, wille humming a song he wants simon to sing and simon giggling and singing for him. the kind of dance that isn't for anyone but themselves, where they're wrapped around each other and blissfully in love, unable to stop smiling as they twirl each other around (I also wouldn't say no to a formal dance, like a waltz, where they're dancing together in a ballroom or some shit but the whole world melts away until it's just them. or a party scene where they're w all their classmates but they only have eyes for each other. those would be nice too)

• casual touch. so much casual touch. casually holding hands while walking, one of them resting their chin on the other's shoulder as they talk to friends, an arm around the others waist as they stand, sitting in each other's laps while working in a public space, one laying their head in the other's lap, leaning against each other as other things are happening around them. just - wille and simon being casually physically affectionate and always having each other to lean on, in all ways (and ofc, them always being wrapped up around each other. I'm sure wille's need to be close to simon will help me get this)

• henry continuing his curse of being a cockblock (and someone calling him out on it, lmaoo)

• boris. I want more of boris. give me a whole episode w just boris talking to wille and simon, idc, he's amazing and I adore him

• also more of the choir teacher!!! she believes in simon and I want to see her support him more

• simon singing more and flourishing even more in that area (and wille being a love struck fool every time simon sings even one note)

• MORE THAN SIX EPISODES PLEASE AND THANK YOU

• simon and wille getting invited to a girls night

• simon!!! in!!! makeup!!!! (yes, I'm aware this will likely kill wille. both wille and I are prepared to make that sacrifice if it means seeing simon in at least some eyeliner)

• simon and wille pissing of jan-olof and getting the last laugh

• actually, I wanna see jan-olof just croak. just let him die. it's what he deserves😌

• wille and simon having a good support system

• wille's album for simon growing and being able to see the album that I KNOW simon has of wille on his phone

• wille getting his sweater back and teasing simon abt it

• in general, many pretty, cinematic shots of simon and wille just generally being in love

• random, but what happens to my boy rousseau, who didn't deserve all this drama when he's just a horse who wants to eat hay and run free😔

• simon and wille being regular teenagers and being a little stupid around each other hut that's okay bc they're in love

• a parallel to their first meeting, with simon speaking up abt a social issue that these rich kids have no real idea abt, but this time wille chimes in and adds his thoughts and simon just beams at him, and wille can't help but grin bc he's finally saying what he wants to say, tradition be damned

• kinda random but simon interacting w a kid and wille, despite not liking kids all that much, just melting (I will accept simon being cute in general in substitute)

• oh, so out of left field but more of simon's extended family??? like I saw a post on here abt what linda was saying on the phone in the background of one scene, and like she was talking abt a get together??? idk man, I just want simon talking more spanish

• to go off of that, simon teasing wille and spanish and one of two things happening: 1) wille combusts and dies bc simon is killing him w that, or 2) wille surprising simon and speaking back in spanish bc he had to learn it bc he's a royal and simon combusting instead. I would like either variation please and thank

• linda being wille's mom. ik she's not perfect but I just read a fic where he called linda mama and she hugged him and he said "I love you mama" and I kinda want something like that in canon now, ngl

• OH, on the note of linda - her realizing the pressure simon takes upon himself and trying to lighten his burden bc he's her child and should be carrying it all

• wille picking up simon. we know he can do it. so let him, let him pick up his boy whenever he feels like it

• wille and simon playing with each other's hair PLEASE

• I saw a post say that simon should take up fencing to get that extra credit, and now I NEED simon w any kinda sword. please. omar, do a photoshoot or smth, I'm not above begging

• more power walks from simon and wille

• simon and wille being a power couple in general (I'm thinking twin judgemental stares as they stand w each other, glaring and backing each other up, a team in every way possible)

• just,,,, them. against the world. no matter what comes their way

thank you so so much to @mirabel-on-a-bicycle @darktwistedgenderplural @tagalongifyoudare and @retrieve-the-kraken for encouraging me to post this <3 yall are amazing

#sorry for the weird format i copied this straight from my notes app #and thank you!!!! so so much to everyone who encouraged me to post this #youre all amazing <33 #i love this fandom sm #young royals #simon eriksson #wilmon #prince wilhelm #wilhelm young royals #young royals s3 #BC I CAN TAG THAT NOW #YOUNG ROYALS BABY

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toomanywordsnllines · 1 year

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Soap being giggly when he's happy is a hc very, oh so dear to me.

But he also seems to be the type to giggle when he's about to cry/nervous.

I don't know the image of him talking to Ghost after maybe a more dangerous mission, starting to giggle because Ghost probably said something funny and then him just suddenly dissolving into tears while giggling. Little laughs that turn into a sob. Because he just got hit by the grief of what they do for a leaving and maybe he could've lost Ghost. Simon being hit hard with whiplash by Soap's reaction and feeling very very worried and heartbroken.

#also ghe giggling when hes nervous is for just more tame things #like yeah he might've stolen captains price hat how do you know???#he asks between trying not to laugh his ass off #but yeah these man make me feel so normal smile #brought to you by someone that sometimes laughs before bawling my eyes out #it's all about projecting baby #also getting to write things about characters... publicly is so weird i usualy just leave everything in the brain #cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #ghost/soap #ghostsoap #soap/ghost #soapghost #i love them so much it's insane #it's very funny how i see a happy hc and say to myself #what if it was also sad?

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ghouljams · 6 months

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I think this is an appropriate time to mention that I think Ghost and Goose’s middle daughter has ginger hair. I don’t even think Goose has ginger hair (I picture her as a brunette) or anyone in her close family except for Kiwi. Just *bam* baby comes out with a full head of curly orange hair and Ghost’s weirdly light eyelashes. I think her animal nickname would be Fox or Kit. - ☀️

I have so many thoughts about their second girl!!! Mary is very excited to get a baby sister, and Miss Abigail Rose is just as chunky as the first Riley-Price baby. I personally think they call her Beetle or Bibi, another Soap nickname after he watched her eat a lady bug/ Mary having a little trouble with her name.

I do also think the girls all look just like their daddy, which Goose has a few good natured complaints about. Where are all these little blonde babies coming from?? Isn't that supposed to be a recessive gene? Mostly because I adore the idea that Ghost is carting around a bunch of carbon copies of him. I do agree that Bibi would have curly hair though, mostly because it means I can think about Ghost sat on the edge of the tub pulling her hair into puffs before school. Twisting little baby curls around his finger and grumbling about her sitting still. Hmmmmm. Many thoughts about Ghost with his babies.

#ghoul speaks #stealing childhood stories from my own life #aka my mom showing my baby sister a ladybug and her going :0 :) and eating it #good job spec I love you #Gaz teaching Ghost how to do bibi's hair #bibi and Gaz's kid get born hours apart #Goose and Birdie are thrilled with their unrelated twins lmao #I also think goose is a brunette like her dad<- ignore that #☀️ anon #cowboy!141 #oc: goose #simon ghost riley

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andthebeanstalk · 8 months

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Betty is so relatable I would do the same shit for my wife

#simon petrikov #original #at #the moment where she declares that she's jumping into the future to save him. just pure save-husband impulse #and maybe she made the wrong choice but I felt the emotion in my gut and that's good tragedy baby #I would do the same thing and then be in the future and realize I probably fucked up but also what else could I do but #devote my entire life and sanity to saving her after I have destroyed every other option??#it's not healthy necessarily but a fucking apocalypse happened and her wife is in eternal torment. what else could she possibly do??#I'm just obsessed with the attitude she has towards saving him and how it turns from joyful heroism to unhealthy obsession #I have a much healthier relationship with my wife. but also she's never been driven mad by a magical crowd for a thousand years!#and Betty did it!! y'all can argue about whether Ice King was better than Simon and I think he must make peace with every part of himself #but it is extremely consistent in the original series that being Ice King is basically this existentially horrifying Eternal torture #so the fact that someone who loved him decided they would save him from that at all costs is very sad and very beautiful #beautiful because no one deserves to suffer forever. tragic because she was far to willing to take his place if she had to.#betty grof #fionna and cake #golbetty #golb #*driven mad by a magical crown #you forgot your floaties #edit: upon rewatching every episode with betty in it i will say i don't think i would be so hellbent on murdering the person she had become #betty does act selfishly and it makes her character more compelling #but i like to think if my wife went banana-pants ice-king-level bonkers i would be able to love that version of her too #but who's to say whether this story would be the reason I responded differently?#it's a good story

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cloudofbutterflies92 · 3 months

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@themotherofhorses gave me this aesthetic for Valentine's Day and I'M SCREAMING, LOOK AT MY LOVES HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️, SAM WITH THE BEARD👁️👄👁️(OR SAM IN GENERAL), THE DETAILS. I LOVE EVERYTHING 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

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erzbethluna · 1 year

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Hi everyone! 🥰

Well, I think this is one of my favorite pieces i've drew in a while 🥺💖 specially because of Simon's face. It was hard to paint, but I think we did it! Also, Baz. All of him 😭✨

The whole scene is one I truly loved and enjoyed and felt honoured to represent!! This is for chapter 9 of "The Rise and Fall of Us"

Thank you @confused-bi-queer for letting me draw for your story, you know how much I love it!! 💖🤩😭 Best team ever!! ✨

If you want a very scromptious slow burn, filled with angst, Hurt comfort and in a beautiful and intense dancing company setting, please check this story!! If you are not reading it already, what are you doing with your life?? 🧐

#i love these two #Baz is a baby and deserves the world #simon you beautiful nightmare #my boys #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on trilogy #simon snow salisbury #simon baz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #carryon #carry on #baz #fic fanart #the rise and fall of us #ballet au #ballet

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norringtondeservestheworld · 11 months

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Detroit: Become Human -> Favorite Character -> Simon

“You’re lost.. Just like the rest of us.. We didn’t ask for this. All we can do now is deal with it.”

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vvh1sk3y · 1 year

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I saw your post about Ghost being, as you put it, "not the most amazing human in the world" and I totally agree with it!! I think he definitely is sort of a jerk at times and not this cute owo softboy like he's being made out to be... I guess with this could you maybe give us some headcanons about that? Kinda curious about some of your takes

yes! i usually stick to “nice” headcanons so this should be interesting

character(s): simon “ghost” riley, gen!reader

warning(s): angst, swearing, mentions of gaslighting, aggression, gore/violence?

simon tries his absolute hardest to distance himself from everyone if he’s angry or upset. he worries a lot about hurting you especially.

sometimes he’ll give the silent treatment when he’s not trying to, he just doesn’t have anything to say that’s nice or pleasant so he doesn’t say it at all.

simon has some anger issues at times, (it’s pretty much canon) he often will get more upset than he should over minor inconvenience.

unintentionally gaslights. it’s not a very frequent thing but when it happens he’s pretty over the top. (ie, “i’m not fucking angry, i can be angry if you want.” or “oh so i’m being a dick?”)

personal take solely based off of a line in mw2, simon definitely has a sick and twisted fascination (and maybe even a little enjoyment) with gore and anything shocking. he knows it’s not good for him and tries to look at more… acceptable stuff. but he sometimes can’t help it. beheadings are fascinating.

sometimes if simon is angry or upset, he’ll just leave the house. he’ll let you know and poof, he’s not seen for probably the rest of the day. he’ll go to a bar by himself or park his car somewhere and just, well, sit there.

he’ll sometimes pick fights with people just to do it. he always wins.

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lovelydrusilla · 2 years

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happy the mentalist day to all who celebrate

Jane pours himself a cup of coffee. Lisbon continues on the keyboard. Jane smiles taking in the familiar surroundings. A dusty anonymous office, the gold chain around Lisbon’s neck, [Rigsby’s] dumb Tasmanian Devil screen-saver. He’s home, thank Christ.

(Script of The Mentalist 1x01 - Pilot)

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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oh my god that Soap and Ghost thresome….. shocking, it literally changed my life <3 i know is soon but do you have plans of a Part 2? bossy Soap sound amazing ngl!!!!!

Ahhh I did not have plans for a part two but I'm already loving this.

Simon Says - Tell Me

Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” McTavish x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship, polyamory, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, hair pulling, spanking, choking, marking, male masturbation, slapping (very light, only happens once), vaginal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, threesome activities, feelings and fluffies, aftercare mentions.

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A/N: wow wow wow wow wowwwww I LOVEEEE this. I’m melting. It’s so sexy and pure. I love it I love it I love it.

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His room is different than Simon’s. While you’ve seen the spaces in passing, you’ve never had the privilege of spending time inside. Although, there are some obvious differences. Soap’s has a window, Ghost’s doesn’t. He claims to like the dark and privacy that comes with a solid block of a room, while Johnny likes the fresh morning air. Johnny also has a few lamps inside to illuminate the space when it gets dark, and Simon only has one. The last difference you’ve been able to note is the rug Soap added as a small statement piece, wanting to give his room a cozy touch. Ghost has nothing like that.

It’s humorous, your first time in a new place and those are the only details you’re able to note. A window, a few lamps, and a rug. Although, your superior didn’t exactly give you time to adjust, not with the way he’d rushed you in here.

And now that he’s got you in his room, he can’t keep his hands to himself. While shoving you up against the wall, Johnny’s hands gravitate to your waist, fingers squeezing you firmly. Your own hands are on his cheek and the back of his neck, keeping him close while his chest presses into your own. The both of you are still dirty from training but after the teasing you’d been dishing and receiving all day, you didn’t really care. Soap is still licking your neck like you’re the tastiest thing he’s ever had, giving your salty skin a flurry of open-mouthed kisses.

For some reason, the three of you couldn’t stop staring at each other today. During breakfast, all throughout training, you couldn't help your wandering eyes, each of your lust-filled orbs glazing over the other’s body. You hadn’t connected in days and maybe that’s why you all felt such a dire need to touch, to touch and grab and just be in each other’s company. And while that sounded sweet and innocent enough, you mostly took the opportunity to act on your naughtier thoughts. Bending over to grab weights you absolutely did not need, pressing yourself against the other while you stretched, taking off your shirts when you weren’t even that sweaty. And in the end, it only served to aggravate you all further, frustrated with having to restrain yourselves and wait, wait until your next opportunity. But while you and Simon know the word ‘opportunity’ to mean the next time you’re all alone, Johnny understands it differently.

Somehow, some-fucking-how, Soap was able to sneak in a kiss to your neck. How nobody saw is beyond you, but that was the drop of gasoline your fire needed to burn even brighter. And now, he’s mouthing at your neck like he’ll never get the chance to again.

“Johnny,” You’re panting against him, feeling those strong hands reach for your ass.

He’s grabbing you, pawing at you like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. And it basically is - this is the first time you and Johnny have shared an intimate moment by yourselves.

“Goddamn tease…”

“Wha -” Giggling, you hum pleasurably, feeling his teeth nip your skin. “What are you talking about?”

Moving the hem of your shirt down with his lips, he suctions them to your collarbone, digging his fingers into the softness of your ass. And when his hips push forward, grinding into yours, you finally let out a tiny, airy moan.

“Baby…”

“Like that,” He grunts out, “Love that.” And you know it’s because nobody else ever calls him that. “Lovely lass,” Johnny’s lips drag along your skin while he mumbles, feeling your fingers comb through his long tuft of hair. “Gorgeous body, hidin’ from me.”

“Hiding?” You laugh before gasping, his head rising to mouth at your lips. It’s deep and passionate, quieting you on the spot.

“Beneath all these clothes.” Soap breathes out against you, azure eyes meeting your own. “Just takin’ off your shirt, eh? Fooling everyone but me…”

Staring up at him, you smile, unable to help yourself. Soap is just so beautiful, those deep blue eyes a sea you continue to get lost in. And his height only serves to fluster you more, his towering frame making you feel oh so small, so tiny. Both him and Simon continue to use their strength and size against you, turning your toned frame into jelly.

“You just wanted to tease…” He continues on, that accented voice becoming raspy. “But you shouldn't have let them see.” The longer you’ve been with your boys, the more possessive they’ve become over you. And to say you didn’t favor this would be an ungodly sin.

During every interaction since your first, you’ve seen Soap in a submissive light. He’s beyond willing to please Simon, and more than eager to pleasure you. But right now, he’s showing a different side of himself. It’s clear he’s been yearning for this, for some alone time with you. And without Simon around… his dominance is shining through.

But Ghost should be joining the two of you soon; the only reason he hasn’t already is because of his required attendance for Price’s debriefing. Seeing the two of you eye each other throughout the day made him grin, imagining what was sure to happen in the hours to come. But when he couldn’t follow the two of you back after training, it was beyond aggravating to him. Usually, he was attentive during these meetings, but right now, he can’t stop thinking about what the two of you must be doing.

“You’re my lass?” He asks, his voice speaking so kindly to you. “My sweet bonnie?” For a split second, he removes himself from you, but only to take off his shirt. And you’d stare at his naked torso if his eyes weren’t demanding your gaze.

“Yes, baby.” Nodding, you stare up into those deep blue orbs, gasping quietly when he shoves a hand into your pants.

He cups and then rubs you, feeling the dampness of your panties before pulling them to the side. And then, he’s running the tip of his index finger along your slippery, delicate lips, his eyes fluttering shut from it.

Your rotating hips encourage him to move, to continue on with his intentions. And when he finally sinks his digit into your warmth, you sigh, hands clinging desperately to him. Fingertips digging into his bulging forearms, you feel them flex, keeping a stern hold on you.

“Opening up quite nicely, aren’t ye?” Kissing your cheek, he smiles, already adding a second digit. He’d only pumped the first one into you a handful of times before doubling the width, his knuckles dragging against your sensitive walls.

“Baby,” Your thighs are already quivering when you cry out quietly, “B-Baby.” Shoving your hand against his bare, firm abdomen. But Johnny sighs, shaking his head.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, no…” Curling the tips of his fingers, he plunges them into your center, covering your mouth with his own to quiet your high moan.

Johnny just adores the way you kiss, the way you use your tongue and lips. He fell in love with it during your first embrace, and has craved it ever since. His ardent moans roll into your open mouth, your tongues sliding against each other’s while his fingers ram up into you.

“Fuck,” Giving his head a quick shake, his eyes open to look directly into your own. With a nod, he commands, “Get on the bed.”

The order is made with a breathless voice, his chest heaving from the excitement of it all. When he finally lets you move away from the wall, he grins, watching you rid yourself of your shirt and pants. Fumbling onto the bed, you sit, and Johnny immediately kneels before you.

“Let me take care of it.” His voice is low, but sweet, kissing your inner thigh while he finishes pulling your pants down.

“Johnny…” Gently, you cup his face, watching as he turns quickly to kiss your palm.

But then he’s standing, shoving his pants and boxers down while you unclip your bra. You want to feel him, every inch of him. And now that you’re able to, you take him in, eyeing the firm skin covering the muscles in his chest and abdomen. Johnny’s naked body was truly made by the gods, just the perfect amount of muscle with all the right proportions. And his hair… a thick blanket covering his pectorals, with a light dusting of the dark curls over his abs as well. And beneath his naval lies that cheeky little trail inching down to his pelvis, surrounded by a sprinkle of shorter curls on either side. And even though his hair is thick and dark, you can still see his muscles so very clearly. The definition in them alone was enough to make you drool. And all at once, you sigh, feeling utterly lovestruck by him.

Quickly, you’re pulled out of your lovey haze, feeling Soap’s body push you back as he climbs onto the bed. Shoving his hands beneath your arms, he manhandles you into the position he wants, placing your head on the pillow while shoving his pelvis between your legs. Diving down, he groans, immediately moving to suck on your breasts.

“Yes, Johnny…” Tugging at his hair again, you moan, sighing airly. Arching your back, you shove yourself up against him, yelping quietly when he nips at your flesh.

“You know how hot it is to see you like that?” He says to you gruffly, sucking on the tender skin of your side boob. “Your body flexing… all sweaty and breathless. Just how you are when Simon fucks you, yeah?”

While you’re swooning for Johnny’s more dominant side, those sweet, submissive traits can’t help but still shine through as he’s quickly begging, “Can I see what it’s like, lass? Please? Simon says it’s heaven in there.”

You didn’t think he’d actually ask and the fact that he’s outright begging for you, not Simon this time but you, is making your heart pound in your chest.

“Wanna connect with you, babe. Just you and me.” And how could you say no to him? Your sweet Johnny.

It takes less than two seconds for you to nod your head rapidly, grabbing either side of his face and guiding his lips down to your own. And while leaning into your loving embrace, he shuffles forward, one hand sliding down to grip himself at the base. He’s breathing heavily, ripping his mouth away from you to stare down at where you’re inches away from connecting.

“You want a condom, babe?” He checks in last second, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable with everything.

“I just want you.” You’re whining, reaching out for him. Just like you do for Simon.

Lifting his head, he eyes you. “Leannan.” He states, wanting a real answer from you. (Darling)

“Johnny,” Mewling quietly, you nod. “I have an IUD, baby. Remember?”

And then he’s softening. “I do…” Leaning in, his lips connect with yours once again, just as he enters you.

The stretch of him forces a small cry from your throat, head turning to bury your face into him. And while it’s so much you still reach for him at the same time, grabbing the muscular flesh of his thigh. Pulling him in, he’s compliant, completely sinking into you.

“Fuck me,” Dropping himself back down, he presses his chest to your own, keeping himself still.

The way you welcome him is better than he’d imagined. You’re warmer, tighter, than anything he’s experienced. And so soft, your insides so velvety and smooth. But then, it’s overwhelming him. You’re already fluttering, squeezing gently around his girth over and over again. Barely giving you time to adjust, he moves; but it’s slow, careful. He still wants to be gentle with you.

The way your fingers slide over his head and through his hair makes him fall for you all over again. You’re holding him, caressing him gently while your wanton moans float directly into his ears. And with every sensual thrust, he can feel the soft jiggle of your tits, his head tilting down to watch them. Whenever they move, his jaw drops with a moan, his mouth breathing hotly right against your ear. And then he gives you a particularly forceful thrust, just to watch your soft chest bounce a little more. But with that thrusts comes the forceful claw of your nails trailing down his back, a guttural groan vibrating from his chest.

“You gorgeous goddamn thing.” It’s forced out with a breath, his eyes closing as he grins. “You do that again and they’re all gonna see.”

“Why do you think I’m doing it?” Easily, your lips find his ear, kissing the lobe before sucking on it gently. It’s a weakness of his, but to be fair, your lips have become a general weakness for him.

Even with your nails digging into his skin, he hasn’t eased his pace. It’s gentle but building gradually, the bulging veins on his shaft repeatedly dragging against your sensitive insides. And the way he feels inside you is so different than Simon. The way he moves is just so… him, the way he moves and speaks and fucking breathes. It’s so beyond satisfying to finally have him this way, to be so intimately close with him after having only dreamt of it.

“Johnny,” You can barely get the whimper out before you’re leaning in, teeth biting into the column of his neck.

And that only spurs him on. That, and the feeling of your hand on his ass, urging him forward with ardent impatience. Pulling him in, you’re desperate to feel that hard shove once again, to feel him prod against your most sensitive spot.

“Spittin’ Jesus,” Johnny moans into your neck, and you giggle briefly from the Scottish phrase.

Lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts only serves to fluster him further, his dominant hand slithering up behind your head. Gripping your hair, he yanks your head back, hissing directly into your ear, “I’ve needed this.” Quickening his pace, he listens to your airy, girlish sounds, turning to press his forehead to your temple. “I’ve needed it.”

He’s losing himself in you, in the way you’re holding and encouraging him. And to see him so openly wanting and vulnerable only makes your affection grow for him.

“Johnny, I, I…” You’re trying to breathe, swallowing thickly before finishing your sentence. “Fuck, I fucking adore you, baby.” You want to say it, to whisper it into his ear. But it doesn’t feel right without Simon here. “I’ve always wanted you…”

“That’s it.” Grunting, he hauls himself up, pulling out of you and then reaching for your hips. “We’re done with this.”

Before you have time to be confused, he’s pulling you up and then shoving you face-first toward the end of his bed. Taking hold of your hips, he drags them into the air, heaving out a hurried breath along with it. And with the pleasure he’s already forced through your body, you move with him easily, almost limply, and with a drunken smile growing lazily on your pretty face.

Immediately, he’s returning to your warmth, lifting a leg so he can fuck you into the matress. You’re shocked by his force, having expected him to be softer, kinder. It’s honestly harsher than even Simon has yet to treat you, and harder than you can bear. Truthfully though, you don’t really care. It’s a new experience, a new sensation altogether. The way he forces his tip against your most sensitive inner skin, it already has you on the brink of bliss.

“Jesus, he was right.” Shaking his head, Johnny breathes out, “It’s fucking heaven with you.”

“Baby, p-please.” Fisting the sheets, your mouth hangs open, feeling the strength of his body and the power behind his thrusts. It’s pathetic, the way drool slips past your lips, the way you go fucking dumb from it. This is everything, everything you’ve wanted with him.

Leaning down, Johnny wraps an arm around your midsection, bringing you up with him. His chest presses against your back, the muscles tensing beneath his skin. And then he does something incredibly unexpected. As soon as you’re leaning back into him, his other hand rushes up, taking hold of your throat.

“Please what? Huh?” His lips are murmuring against your ear, your tiny grunts a symphony of everything he’s ever wanted to hear.

Lifting your own hands to grip his forearm, you sigh, ready to answer him until you hear the doorknob turning. Instantly, both your eyes and his flash to the door, watching the hallway light spill into the room as it’s opened.

He didn’t knock, why would he? There are no secrets between you three, aside from that of Ghost’s face. But that wasn’t important to you and Johnny. He’d been searching for you both, finally ending up at Soap’s door. And usually, he’d enter freely, but when it comes to seeing you two fucking like bunnies, he stops right in his tracks, and so do the two of you.

The moment stills, completely freezes in time. That is, until your natural instincts seem to come back into existence. Helplessly, needily, you reach out for him. Gasping, you cry quietly, “Simon.”

He’d intended to watch for a moment, lean up against the doorframe with his arms crossed while observing the two of you. But he’s grown to call you his little, his little girl, his precious thing, his perfect world. And so, he closes the door, rushing over to you and kneeling slightly. Grabbing your open hand, he places your palm on his covered cheek, keeping your gaze in its entirety. And then he’s shoving the edge of his mask up, reaching out to hold your face before pressing his mouth to your kiss-swollen lips. It’s one kiss, one searing kiss, meant to reassure and calm you.

Johnny’s arms don’t leave you when Simon gets close. If anything, he holds you tighter, happy that your little family is together again.

Releasing a sigh, Simon then rises to his full height. You’re still reaching for him, your hands settling on his toned yet covered abdomen. And Simon lets you hold him while his gaze settles on Johnny.

Staring at him, he tilts his head. It’s interesting, seeing his lover be so dominant.

Reaching forward, Simon pinches Johnny’s chin. “This is new.”

At this, he whines, swollen cock throbbing inside you. And Simon grins, leaning in to kiss him, too. Johnny accepts this wholeheartedly, of course, moaning against Simon’s gentle mouth. “You enjoying yourself, love?” He whispers against Johnny’s lips, eyes flickering up to his.

Nodding, Johnny breathes out a slow, “Yes…”

“Yeah…” Eyes scanning his lover’s features, he nods. “Think I might be enjoyin’ it, too.”

Turning your head, you release a whining grunt, big puppy-eyes staring up at your men. And with his smirk growing, Simon tilts his chin down so he can return his gaze to you.

“Cute thing.” He tuts, tapping your chin. “Johnny, keep going.”

Breathing out a disbelieved sigh, he questions quietly, “What?”

But Simon’s already walking away, standing in the center of the room as he faces the two of you. And then those broad hands, those broad, strong and talented hands, lift to his shirt.

“I said, keep going.”

Almost instantly, Johnny’s hips are moving, gradually slapping against your ass. Simon’s chest blooms with pride, watching both sets of eyes focus on him. Even though you’re fucking each other, in the middle of the most intimate moment that the two of you have shared, you’re staring at him.

With nimble fingers, he undoes his quarter zip, unhooking the weapons he still had, as well. And when he’s finally shirtless, your eyes widen, whimpering quietly for him. Him, and Johnny.

Ghost’s body is so gloriously him - his muscles thick and beefy, not necessarily toned like Johnny’s. And he doesn’t have as much hair, either. In general, Simon’s hair is much lighter than your other lover’s. You have the best of both worlds on either side of you - a deep brunette and a dirty blonde. And in both cases, the carpet matches the drapes.

Shucking his pants down those muscular legs, he steps out of them and toward the bed. Your insides light up with another surge of excitement as he climbs on, kneeling in front of you. In just his boxers, he sighs, watching your body rock from the force of Johnny’s love. And then his eyes dip down, your bouncing chest making him groan. Licking his lower lip, he reaches out, cupping and fondling you sensually. His fingertips press into your skin, gently squeezing you over and over again. But then, Simon’s left hand finds your face again, bringing you in for another kiss. Only this time, he doesn’t leave after just one connection. When you hurriedly lean into his hold, he sighs into your open mouth, already feeling your tongue. And just as quickly, his own dives in, opening your lips so he can explore your mouth.

What a perfect way to relax after a long day.

“How’s he feel, love?” Simon mumbles against your lips, “How’s Johnny feel inside your sweet pussy?”

The gradual slide of calloused fingers moves across your pelvis, Simon’s hand lowering further and further until it meets your puffy sex. Staring into your eyes, a smirk splays out across those soft lips, his fingers parting easily around your stuffed hole. A mischievous purr rumbles from his throat as he tilts his head, feeling the thickness of Johnny plunging into you over and over again.

“Feels pretty good to me.”

Johnny’s still holding your throat, shoving his face into the crook of your next as he moans. You can feel his scratchy stubble, can smell his natural scent.

“S-So good,” Grunting from his force, you gasp. “So different from you.”

“What’s that mean? I’m not good?”

“Simon.” With a frustrated whine, your eyes bore into his, offering your prettiest, poutiest look.

He only chuckles. “I know, princess. I’m only teasing…”

The tips of his digits rise to the peak of your sex, rubbing you carefully. His free hand lowers to your hip, keeping you in place for him, for both of them.

“Think you’ll want this again?”

“Yes.”

“Mm…” Leaning in with a groan, he embraces you, lips devouring your own. But then Soap’s thrusting a little harder, forcing himself inside just a little faster, and it’s making you gasp. You almost can’t do anything back, your lips unable to return Simon’s affection adequately. But he doesn’t mind, he just keeps going, licking languidly into your open mouth.

“What do you want from me, Johnny?”

It’s adorable, the way his resolve falters whenever Simon speaks in his direction. Breathlessly, he inquires quietly, “What?”

Soap lifts his head from your neck to look down at his superior, watching his tongue explore your moaning mouth. But he doesn’t return Johnny’s gaze when he responds. “You seem to be in charge here, let’s see where this goes…”

Simon’s never given in like this before, but then again, he hasn’t seen Johnny like this before, either. And he wants to give him this freedom, to see what it’s like on the receiving end.

“Tell me what you want, love. Tell me.”

“Simon,” Gasping, he stills, “I need, I miss your mouth…”

“Uh-uh. You’ve gotta ask a little better’n that.” This time, he does look up, dark eyes meeting those sweet, indigo orbs. “Tell me what to do, love; make us yours tonight.”

Ghost’s words prompt a sudden surge of passion to rise from within your depths, your chest heaving from it. Reaching around, you grip the hair at the nape of Johnny’s neck, turning your head to kiss him. And the whine it drags out of his throat is adorable, his sigh fanning out over your face when he listens to your soft moan as he pulls out.

“Suck me off, Simon.”

Grinning, he nods. “Alright, then.”

“Johnny,” Comes your small whimper, lashes fanning as you look up to him. “What about me?”

Your quiet and girly voice makes him happy, makes him want to give you everything he can. Splaying a hand across your lower stomach, he brings you in, warm lips pressing to your cheek.

“Want you to ride me, lass.”

Fronwing, you look at him, and then down at Ghost. “B-But, I…” Confused, you turn back to the sergeant.

“Uh-uh,” He grins, and you love seeing Soap so cocky. Lifting a finger, he taps his lower lip. “Up here.”

This time, you and Ghost wait to move. Watching Johnny shuffle back, he sighs, making himself comfy on the bed. He grunts quietly, shifting his hips up as he settles in. And when he witnesses the two sets of lustful eyes staring right at him, he grins.

“You lot waiting for somethin’?”

Spinning around, you hum excitedly, crawling up toward him. And on the opposite end, Simon’s shifting off his boxers and shuffling toward the end of the bed. Beneath the two of you, Johnny waits in anticipation, feeling excited yet unsure. He’s never been in this position before.

Chuckling, Simon reaches forward to give your ass a playful smack. “Smells like you down here.”

“I believe it.” You remark right back, a smirk on your own lips. “Made myself at home down there.”

“‘S that right?” Johnny grins, feeling the weight of your body rest above his abdomen.

“C’mere, doll.” Simon groans, unable to look away from the pretty space between your thighs. “Let me give it a kiss.” And Soap lets him, because he knows he has all night with the two of you.

Lowering your head to Johnny’s chest, you arch your back, feeling the bed dip as Simon crawls forward on it. Leaning in, he puckers his mouth, giving your exposed lips a sloppy kiss. You can hear the wetness from it, a small hum slipping from your lips when you wiggle your hips back against him. With a loose drag, his tongue slides up your sex, dominant hand lifting to give your backside a harsh smack, much harder than the hit he originally did.

“Don’t be greedy!” Johnny demands, listening to Simon lick you carelessly.

With both hands reaching down, Soap fists your asscheeks, hauling you up toward his face. A small squeal spills from your mouth as he moves you, a wide grin growing there, too.

“Yes, sir.” Simon almost taunts, lowering himself back down.

Returning to his own task, he settles over Johnny’s crotch, hot breath fanning out over the length of him. With his dominant hand, Simon grips him at the base, watching Johnny’s body jerk from the touch.

“Hmm… it’s been a while since I did this, yeah?”

“Yeah,” It shivers out of him, like a wanton breath of air.

Before you even put your slippery lips on Johnny’s mouth, you inhale a shaky breath, lifting your leg and turning your body around.

“Wha- what’re you -”

Keeping yourself above his face, you now turn toward Simon. And with a sultry exhale, you reply, “I wanna see this.” And it’s because you’ve never seen this.

Truthfully, Simon can’t remember the last time he went down on Johnny, and that makes him hurt on the inside. He’s failed as a partner, in that way. But it wasn’t necessarily all his fault, Soap just loved being the one on his knees.

“Christ,” He shivers, eyes fluttering shut as Simon gives his first lick.

“Wow…” Smirking, you eye him, watching Ghost’s tongue run along the underside of Johnny’s shaft.

It comes out in such a quiet breath that Simon doesn’t even hear it, he’s already too zoned in. As soon as Johnny’s taste is in his mouth, he’s done for. Drool pools in his mouth from not only the taste but the scent, his taste buds dragging along Johnny’s hair at the base before making his way up all over again. And what’s even better than watching Ghost’s tongue move on Johnny’s cock, is the way Johnny’s body is reacting. He’s twitching in Simon’s firm touch, hand still wrapped around his base. The tip of him has been leaking, his shaft glistening with you. And you’re sure Simon can taste you, you’re sure of it, and he likes it.

Flicking the tip of his tongue along Johnny’s frenulum, Simon moans, the air thick against his lover’s skin. And it’s then that you grin, fully sitting back onto him. The sound Johnny makes vibrates through your being, both of his hands immediately lifting and securing to your hips.

“Oh…” Tipping your head back with a sigh, you lean forward, letting your hands rest on the tops of Johnny’s thighs.

His lips devour you, hungry from the start. He can taste an unfamiliar tang that he attributes to his own precum as he licks into your fluttering hole, the realization making his lungs shatter in his chest.

And when your head comes back down, you meet Simon’s gaze, eyes boring directly into his. He has his entire mouth around Johnny now, slowly engulfing his tip. Brows raising slightly, your lips part in silent shock, unable to look away from him. And with a loud pop, he’s releasing Johnny’s tip, and bringing himself up to you.

“C’mere…” That deep voice beckons, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you forward.

Easily, willingly, you meet with him, each of you hovering above Johnny’s body. While you grind back onto his gorgeous mouth, and Simon strokes him with his hand, your lips meet in a heated clash. Simon forces his tongue into your mouth, his hand firm on the back of your neck.

“I saw that look on your face,” Simon muses, kissing you sloppily. And the thick squelch of his hand on Soap’s cock has grown loud, your face burning brightly from it. “You like seeing me with a cock in my mouth?”

“Simon,” Whining, your eyes pinch shut, feeling Johnny angle your hips upward a bit. He uses this new leverage to reach your clit, sucking it between his lips. “Fuck yes.”

“Yeah,” He returns with a cocky half-grin. “I know you do.” Simon’s voice is heady and thick, his hands unrelenting in their grip on both you and your sergeant.

Grabbing two fistfuls of your ass, Soap then spanks you, urging you to put more of your weight onto him. Gasping into Simon’s mouth prompts his tongue’s exploration once again, your body rocking with how vehemently Johnny is playing with it.

“Christ, love seeing you like this, princess.” Breathing in, he shakes his head, looking into your eyes before peering down at your body. “Your pretty face, pretty titties…” And then he’s letting go of Johnny, reaching out to grab your bouncing chest. He squeezes one of your tits in hand before slapping it lightly, growling.

“I l-love this,” Is all you’re able to manage out before Simon is tugging on you again.

Spitting into his hand, he returns it to Johnny’s shaft while pulling you forward and ducking his head down to your neck. Here, he kisses you, licks and bites and bruises you. With shaky hands, you reach for his shoulders, clinging to the broadness of them.

“God, I want another taste of you…” He mumbles against your neck, breathing out a heavy breath. “Delicious little cunt.”

“Yeah?” Grinning, you release an airy moan, feeling Johnny’s stubble scratch your inner thighs. “How does Johnny taste, baby?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He then counters, lifting himself to see your pretty face once again.

With confusion on your features, your brows furrow, your head tilting, too.

“You know…” Chuckling briefly, Ghost finishes with, “I like seeing you with a cock in your mouth.”

Moving backward, he situates his hand on the back of your neck again, pulling you down. It catches you completely off guard, the force of Simon’s hand as he shoves you down onto Johnny’s pelvis.

“Oh, fuck.” Also shocked by the sudden motion, Johnny groans, feeling your mouth engulf him.

“All the way down…” Simon grumbles, listening to you gag while pushing your head further onto Johnny’s frame.

Shuffling your hands palm-down, you gather yourself, taking in a breath through your nose. And as soon as you do, you’re reaching forward, cupping Johnny’s scrotum while swallowing around him. Shivering, he sighs beneath your body, fingers pressing into the plumpness of your backside.

“Fucking hell,” John groans, his voice growing deep as he leans in, licking a heated stripe through your lips. “Choke on me princess.”

Surprisingly, you can actually taste Simon down here, the taste of his spit, the slight spearmint from the gum he normally chews. And strangely enough, it provokes a calming sensation within you, being able to experience both of them in this way. But just as you’re beginning to bask in this emotion, you feel the firm brush of something thick and heavy across your face. Eyes opening, you glance up at your much larger lover, immediately met with the sight of him masturbating to you sucking Johnny off. He’s tugging on himself with one hand, his tip occasionally running across your cheek and leaking precum onto it. The rush of adrenaline it sends through your body is ungodly, Johnny no doubt tasting a fresh wave of your arousal on his tongue.

Curling his fingers into your hair, Simon moves you up and down on Johnny’s cock, listening to your collective moans and the slick squelch of your guided actions. With loving motions, Ghost brushes away the strands of hair that have fallen over your face, holding it back so he can watch you go down on his boyfriend.

“Fuck,” It’s quiet, breathed out with a single head shake. “My beautiful girl.”

“That’s a good girl…” Johnny chimes in, and Jesus, you’ve never heard such praise from him. It makes your entire body shudder, hips rolling back against him. And he grins from your reaction, he saw how much you liked it with Simon.

“Jesus, Johnny.” Simon groans, yanking you away from his crotch.

With a wet gasp, you sit up, the motion unintentionally forcing your entire weight back onto Soap’s face. And he moans from it, fingers pulling you in and pressing into your skin.

Heady breaths escape Simon’s chest as he stares down at the wetness covering Johnny’s crotch, groaning as he once again reaches for him. “Wanna drink you down.”

The rumble of your sergeant’s whine vibrates through your core, which is now shamelessly rutting over the beauty of his face. And Johnny welcomes it, hips jerking from the feeling of Simon’s returning lips. Reaching down, Simon grabs himself in hand, swallowing around the thickness of his lover’s erection. And once again, he’s running a fist down his length, squeezing tightly and imagining it to be the hot velvet between your legs.

Holding Johnny’s base, Simon moves his mouth along the entirety of it, feeling his tip dive into the depths of his throat, drips of precum leaking from his slit. The taste shivers across his taste buds, drool already pouring past his lips. What spurs him on even further is the cry shaking out of your throat, your fingernails digging into the thick meat of Johnny’s thighs as you cum. You’re shoving yourself back against him, feeling his tongue repeatedly lap at your clit, his lips brushing over your labia again and again. And he tries to work you through it, tries his damndest to, but it’s impossible when the hot squeeze of Simon’s throat is suffocating his dick. Throbbing, he leaks into Ghost’s mouth, spurt after spurt coating his throat in the warm, sticky residue.

“F-Fuck, baby.” Even though Johnny’s mouth has stopped moving, you definitely haven’t. Rolling your hips, you ride his face, feeling your center quiver and drip onto his mouth.

Looking further down, you can see the forceful thrust of Simon’s hips, the shove of his cock into his own hand. He’s spilling over his knuckles, the thick substance dripping onto the floor. It’s enthusiastic, the way he’s rutting into his fist while willingly coaxing Johnny’s release down his throat.

“Simon…”

But your voice is fading, crackling in your throat. And your muscles are giving out, laying down across Johnny’s body. Sweetly, he turns his head, kissing your soft cheek. Rubbing your backside with both hands, he sighs, feeling Simon drag his mouth away from him.

It almost makes you feel bad, the way Simon immediately gets to work. He doesn’t often rest in the post-orgasmic bliss you and Johnny most often do. While Johnny’s eyes close, you keep your own open, watching Simon move around the room. With a grunt he stands, walking over to Soap’s desk to wipe off his hand with a few pulls of Kleenex. He’s still breathing heavily, still entirely naked, still sweaty from all of it. And even so, he returns, leaning down to open the trunk at the end of Johnny’s bed. He’s retrieving the extra pillows and blankets, tossing them onto the ground for your makeshift bed. Your boys were too big to share a cot, let alone all three of you squeezing onto one.

Smiling, you release a contented breath, watching him work to make the two of you comfortable. He cares so deeply for you, both of you. And he’s always seen it that way. Since you and Johnny came into his life, he’s seen you as his responsibility. His to care for and protect. His to love.

With a glance upward, he witnesses your watchful eye, smiling. “C’mere, love.”

Reaching out, he gestures for you to join him, and you do. Crawling gently off of Johnny’s body, you make your way onto the floor, now covered in the pillows and blankets Simon set out for all of you. And Johnny decides to just lay there, lids shut as he breathes in peace.

“Baby,” He coos sweetly, quietly, his hand lifting to cup your cheek.

With gentle motions, he brings you in, kissing you softly. Your own hand rises when he does this, falling on his jawline as you lean into him.

“Lay down with me.” Nodding, you grin, eyes peering up at him. “There’s some tissues on his desk. I’d clean you up, but I’ve gotta get Johnny.”

“I know, baby.” Kissing the barely exposed bridge of his nose, you feel him release a breath, and not a happy one. He hates when he isn’t able to dote on you. “It’s okay, go get our hubby.” And Simon chuckles at the word, something you’ve only come to use recently, and you only use it to make him laugh.

The way you all settle is natural and routine. Your boys put you in the center, with the two of them situating themselves on either side. Regardless of the circumstance or place, you always sleep between them, they’ve made sure of that.

“Pretty baby…” Simon hums, kissing your forehead.

His arm snuggles beneath your head, laid mostly on his back with his body curled slightly in your direction. And you rest on the bulk of his bicep, snuggled right up against his side. And then there’s Johnny, your cuddle bunny. He’s spooning you, holding you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook and your neck. He even intertwines his legs with yours, reaching far enough across to have his foot touching Simon’s calf. It never ceases to make you smile; touch was always so important to Johnny. He often needed it to sleep, yours and Simon’s touch, your weight resting around him. After being with Simon for so long, and now you, he found sleeping alone to be pretty difficult. And if you were still new to this group, you’d assume Simon wouldn’t care about that, assume he’d be able to sleep fine without either of you. But even in his sleep, Simon still reaches for you. And if at any moment he doesn’t find one of you, his eyes open, searching frantically for the two of you. He’ll never say it, but he often has dreams about losing you, both of you. But that doesn’t happen right now, because you’re here. You’re both here.

With the weight of them on either side of you, it’s easy to fall asleep, but not before that emotional thought is prodding at you. The same thought you had when it was just you and Johnny, the thought you hadn’t wanted to verbalize until Simon came in, too.

“I love you.” Breathing out the words is easy, your heart tightening with affection. “Both of you.”

Johnny’s arms tighten, his weight pressing further into you. “We love you, lass.”

And then Simon’s hand, cupping your face and turning your head so he can kiss your forehead again. “We do.”

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