#“Alright. You're fixed Simon. I'm getting out of here.”

[lamuradex]

I really like how they handled Golbetty.

An all powerful, inscrutable chaos goddess, utterly inhuman, and yet her reactions still feel strangely understandable. She never communicates, and yet they still dealt with the relationship drama. They left it ambiguous if that conversation was with truly her or all just in Simons head, resolving the issue to himself (I think he was speaking to her). She's a dark and terrible deity who will body The Lich into a Tetris block and refuse to elaborate, and act in ways that constantly leave you questioning her motives, and perhaps imposing your own on her chaos.

Unknowable, all powerful, unpredictable.

But you touch her Simon, and she will turn you into bugs.

[redeyerhaenyra]

Divine Hammer

Summary: You bring up something new to Simon. He's more enthusiastic than you expected.

Warnings: What else but smut, HEAVY UK slang usage (me and si come from the same area of England our slang is v similar) Simon slaps reader once, fem reader, oral(f), fingering in BOTH holes, pussy juice as lube, anal duh, simons fat cock, sprinkling of a size kink, mean Simon, kitchen sex mmm, no beta we die like soap (sorry), lmk if I missed anything!

Notes: Listen the taboo of anal just gets me going alright , also this has been in my drafts since JAN 9TH help

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Simon's stare was unnerving. Well, it was always unnerving, to a degree. But he found ways to utilise it. Deadpan humour, emphasising points of conversation, scaring away would-be hookups from you in the pub. But here, it was unnerving in a whole other way.

It felt… intrusive.

Simon stared at you like he could see through your clothes, your body, into your mind to expose your deepest darkest fantasies. You squirmed under his penetrating gaze, tugging at the hem of your jumper.

After a little while of silence, you shook your head, scoffing at yourself;

“-No, nevermind um.. I'm.. s-sorry that was weird-” “Didn’ say tha’ ”

You gulped, gaze nervously fixed to the floor. Simon was still. Staring. At you. Never before had you felt so exposed, too embarrassed and, if you were honest, a little scared to look at your boyfriend face-on.

“Was just wonderin’ since when my bird was such a slag.”

His baritone words rolled down your spine, sending sparks of a deep, taboo satisfaction through you. You whimpered, and hid your face in your hands.

“Don’ act like a prude love, we both heard what you wanted just now.” “I shouldn't have said anythinnnggg-”

Conceptually, anal had… a certain taboo charm to it. From your perspective at least. Sure, it wasn't technically the “right” hole… it wouldn't feel the same, but the idea had always fascinated you.. intruded your shadowed thoughts at night with your fingers rubbing your clit and edging nervously to an opening further on than your cunt.

So, gently, you'd broached the topic one time you were both in the kitchen together- thinking, in hindsight foolishly, that it'd be something he'd instantly dismiss, or at least… talk about later. In the bedroom. Not in the middle of the kitchen… but now here you stood, in the hole you'd dug for yourself;

“On the contrary, I'm relieved you've finally admitted it to yourself.” His footsteps were heavy against the floorboards as he approached you. Confused, you peeked out of the gaps between your fingers to look at him;

“W-what?” “Don't be fuckin’ coy w'me love.” Simon towered over you, cadging you next to the kitchen side.

“Always suspected there was some depraved shit up here, yeah?” He poked your temple with his index finger, “Turns out my intuitions were correct then?”

“T-thats not-” “Oh yes it is sweet’art.” Simon's eyes grew more intense by the second, even more than before- you struggled to even picture them in your mind for fear of his retribution.

“Ay- fuckin’ look at me when I'm talking to ya.”

He could have been a lot harsher with the small smack he delivered to your cheek, but that knowledge did nothing to dull the pain, and your eyes watered a little at the sensation. He grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squishing them till you pouted and shaking your head lightly, as if to keep hold of your attention.

As if you could look anywhere else���

Forced to return his ferocious gaze, you crumbled, knees bucking like a fawn under you- Simon grabbed you and roughly hauled you back up, manhandling you to bend over the kitchen counter. You allowed him to, biting your lip in an attempt to muffle your unintentional sounds of appreciation.

It earned you a harsh smack to your rear, and Simon's big paw of a hand tugging your hair. He leaned over you, “ ‘M not ‘avin any of tha’ yeah? You're not gonna be hidin’ how much of a slut you are from me anymore sweet'art.”

The juxtaposition of his words and the way he sweetly kissed your temple after he said them was almost comical. The grip on your hair disappeared, replaced with firm and consistent pulling at your clothes until you shuffled out of them- Simon wasted no time running his warm hands up and down your body, rumbling out various admirations of your physical form.

He slunk down your body, nipping and pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down your back, and then to each of your cheeks, all the way down to your pussy. Earlier on, when you'd ridden yourself of your panties, Simon had laughed at how wet they were. “Already?” He'd asked, “Y'that turned on already? Whore. Like a bitch in heat f'me, ey?”

He had no further comments to mock you with, not now at least. He was busy approving of the view of your wet cunt in front of him- out of the corner of your eye you spied him nodding to himself as if he were appraising fine art.

You huffed, a little impatient, petulant you wiggled your bum at him- only all you got from him was another spank.

“Be patient.” He said curtly.

You whined, but otherwise did as you were told, meekly resigned to your fate as Simon's personal eye candy.

“Why ya’ into it then?” You made a noise of confusion, Simon huffed.

“This.”

One of hands had moved to idly grope and squish your bottom while he'd been down there, and now his thumb creeped ever so slowly over to press on your rim. You keened- suddenly understanding what he meant.

“Well?” His thumb pressed in deeper, you gasped- “I-i don't know!” “Hmmm…”

You could tell from his tone he didn't quite believe you. He kissed your cheek again.

“I'm sure I'll find out.”

With that said, his thumb remained almost gently rubbing at your hole, his free hand moving to pull his balaclava up over his nose- wasting no time in burying himself in your cunt. He sighed contentedly at the taste, smell, feel of you, lazily lapping at your cunny with his broad tongue. His thumb still rubbing you in slow circles, almost.. in a comforting manner.

There was no one more intimidating than Simon- at least out of all the people you've ever met, and yet here he was, eating your pussy like it was a home cooked, three-course meal. You looked over your shoulder, and bit your lip; The visual of big bad Simon Riley on his knees for you, make you shiver and clench.

Simon seemed to be secretly a telepath however, as the way he suddenly roughly pinched your clit between his index finger and thumb- tugging on it cruelly, came off as a punishment. You whined loudly, panting into the counter, drooling a little. Vaguely, you could hear Simon humming thoughtfully to himself. He released his hold on your poor clit, though quickly replaced it by rubbing small, soothing circles on it instead.

It quite quickly becomes a lot more intense, Simon grunting in approval as he plunges his thick tongue into your cunt. Your breathing is staggered, coming out in short, little huffs- you reach behind you to tug at Simon's head, shoving him closer. Again, he groans in appreciation, eagerly nuzzling between your thighs closer, the rhythm of his tongue and fingers rubbing at your clit increased a hundredfold;

Like lighting, your orgasm crashed through you, the noises that left your pussy- wet, squelching, the drip of your juices against the floor, should surely have had you feeling at least some shame, but no. You were too twitchy, too fucked stupid on Simon's tongue to care.

With much reluctantance, Simon hauled himself off of your puffy pussy. He'd gladly stay nestled between your kegs for the rest of him life, at least from further away, he could admire his work.

At this point, you thought perhaps he'd finally get to the meat of what you'd suggested.. Simon wasn't finished yet though- two of his deliciously thick fingers were swiftly shoved into your sopping pussy.

You cried out at the sudden penetration, shivering and trembling.

“What? ..silly cow.” Simon told you gruffly, somewhat annoyed that you'd dare disturb his probing at your cunt with your exclamation of surprise. You whined at his degradation, but were still coherent enough to recognise the underlying affection in his tone. Huffing, you leaned forward to lay your torso fully on the cold, sideboard. The cool temperature of the marble was sharp and sudden, but soon soft and gentle to your hot body, palliative to your hard, puffed up nipples.

He lazily pumped his fingers inside you for a few moments, before curling his fingers forward, dragging against that spongey spot deep within you, and eased his fingers out of you.

You were left huffing and panting like an animal into the counter- Simon had cupped his two fingers- the ones that was just inside of you- just under your clit.. then abruptly he slid them upwards, slowly, pressing down hard.

You squeaked, struggling not to quiver too hard. Simon's fingers kept creeping up and up and up, gliding firmly over your cunny, finally halting at your rim. The hot, wet sensation of Simon rubbing your own slick into your hole as lube had you trembling.

“How's tha?” You heard Simon mumble from behind you, his accent had gotten a little thicker. It always got thicker when he was “in the zone”.

“Oh.. uh..” Seemingly irked by your lack of response, your boyfriend slapped your clit harshly with the back of his hand.

“G-good!! It's good! Good!!” You choked, and whined again when you heard Simon chuckle lowly at you. He tapped his fingers twice on your hole- you nodded shyly at him;

Simon hummed, cautiously easing one of his broad fingers covered in your slick into your ass. The noise of utter debauched pleasure you let escape your throat was nothing compared to Simon's groan-

“Oh fuck that's tight..”

God it was, you felt how hard your greedy hole swallowed up his thick finger. You huffed and puffed- vainly attempting to breath consitently, but your body was too sensitive, muscles pulled too rigid inside you to keep your thoughts on one thing alone.

Simon was your rock, somewhere in the thousands of feelings inside you, was a certainty that he was holding back. Taking it slow, just for you.

You felt the hazey cloud of sex overwhelm you, rendering you more or less unable to speak, only babble incoherently into the counter, your pretty eyes filled with tears as Simon took his sweet, sweet time opening you up.

By comparison to how rough the pads of his digits were, they were remarkably soft with you, even as Simon squeezed one more of his fingers in you. You coughed and hiccups at the fullness of it.

“Tha's it.. good girl.. cmon.. open up luv.. there we go..”

You head him whisper, and you moaned impatiently. You wanted to politely express your readiness for his dick, but all the you were able to whine out was “C-cock-!”

Simon laughed, which was always a nice, comforting rumble. “I know sweet'art, gotta get you a little looser f'me first yeah?”

Even as you keened and begged, Simon would not budge. Occasionally, if he was feeling particularly mean in that moment, he'd flick your poor clit harshly, you'd squeal and twitch. This continued for a while, and by the time he deemed you “ready” you might have passed out, the electric fizzles of pleasure that sizzled between your legs kept you awake.

Simon could tell you were tired, he was gentle with the way he slipped his hand under you tummy to push your bum in the air, and tender with how he cradled your hip. Your clit was kindly soothed with slow, small circles rubbed in by his middle finger.

You sobbed into the side- “cock…” you babbled, sniffing and feeling sorry for yourself. You felt a kiss to the base of your neck;

“Mmmm.. I know baby, I know, m' so mean aren't I?”

Vaguely, you heard yourself murmuring in agreement. The metallic sound of Simon's belt loosening and then his zipper coming down had warm excitement flutter over your body.

You felt the heat of his dick before it even touched you, whimpering when it finally did. Simon rubbed his thick cock up and down the apex of your thighs, right up to hole and then back down to your clit. When you would whine at him, he'd hum right back.

God, he was so much bigger than you. He leant over you and covered your entire body with his bulk. You felt him throb at your rim. A kiss was levied at your neck- “Y’ready?” He asked, voice low, and you babbled back something that sounded like impatience. Simon chuckled and kissed your neck again, bracing one strong arm against the counter next to you.

All of a sudden he was inside you, not all the way but he was inside you and that's all you could think about. You gasped, inadvertently holding your breath and then once more remembering to breathe. Simon had stayed silent throughout this.. you reached backwards for him with one hand;

“Si?” “Y-yeah, yeah m’here, g’ve us a minute love-”

His voice came out ragged and shaky, and from the sounds of it he was doing the same forgetting-to-breath thing you were.

You both needed occasionally little breaks from him sliding his cock inside you this time, either of you would cum too quickly. But soon, all of him was pressed snugly inside you. You drooled on the counter and Simon's head had dropped to rest on your back, taking slow, steady breaths, grounding himself.

The both of you stayed like this for a while. It was almost peaceful. Soft. Till Simon decided he was fine to move and dragged his dick alllllllll the way back out and then in again in one thrust. It left you choked for breath, Simon too, he was more vocal this time than any other time you'd fucked.

Neither of you lasted long, specially not after your boyfriend had clasped his big paw of a hand under your leg, and lifted it up onto the counter next to you, an entirely new and more intimate angle. You were cumming before you even realised Simon had crept his hand down to pinch your clit. He was so mean about it too- that same hand then came up to shove to of his fingers into your mouth, creating a spit-slicked mess. And when he came it was an event:

He threw his head back and moaned more desperately than you'd ever heard from him before. The rhythmic squelch that narrated your encounter kept going even after he'd cum, if anything it was louder now. His and your cum dripping down out of you and puddling on the floor beneath you. Still, meekly, Simon kept thrusting into you, as if the orgasm was too good to end. Though finally it did, Simon's weight all but collapsing ontop of you.

You stayed like that for a while, still connected. Basking in your respective afterglows. Simon kissed your neck again and you croaked out a satisfied noise;

“Fun..” The man behind you laughed, “Yeah fun was it? Just fun eh? Just fun~?” Cruelly he reached under you to tickle your sides- you squealed; “More than f-fun!!” and that seemed to sate him, releasing you.

“Yeah, s’what I thought…..” He drummed his fingers on the counter..

“Bath?” “bath….”

[midnightcrw]

Crying

Pairing: Dad!Simon Ghost Riley

Summary: Taking care of his crying daughter

a/n: This really isn't my best work, but I still hope you all will like it. By the way, I've become a bit obsessed with Jason Todd lately, and I'm thinking about writing something about him (only if you all are interested, though)

"Come on, angel. Don't cry," Simon whispered softly, cradling Daisy in his arms. She had a fever, and it wasn't getting any better.

Daisy's face was flushed with a light pink hue as she continued to cry and wail, but Simon held her closer, his heart aching for his little girl.

"Shhh... Calm down, Daisy," he cooed, gently rocking his daughter, trying to ease her distress.

"Hey, look at me. It's gonna be alright. I'm here," Simon assured her with a comforting tone, his face filled with sincerity.

Daisy's cries started to quiet down, though she still whimpered. You weren't at home, leaving Simon and Daisy all alone in the house.

Simon planted a soft kiss on Daisy's forehead. "That's my girl. You're so strong..."

"How about I call Price?" Even though he knew she probably wouldn't understand him, he still said it out loud as he reached for his phone.

Price was the one person she adored. Whenever he was around, Daisy would become calm and content.

As he dialed the number, Price's face showed up on the screen, slightly off-frame as he struggled to get the right angle, but he was there.

"Did something happen?" Without a formal greeting, Price spoke, knowing Simon wouldn't call him unless it was urgent.

In an instant, Daisy's cries ceased, and she began to coo quietly. Her face was still red, but she was noticeably calmer.

"So that's what makes you stop crying?" Simon mused in a gentle voice as he watched Daisy's eyes fix on the screen, eager to see Price.

The moment Daisy saw Price on the phone, her face lit up with delight.

Simon chuckled at the heartwarming sight and moved the phone closer to his daughter. "Here, Daisy, say hi to your Uncle Price."

The moment the phone was within reach, she grabbed it. Her tiny hands held the phone tightly as she gazed at Price's face, while Simon smiled warmly.

Daisy held the phone so close that only her eyes and her little forehead were visible, making Price laugh.

Being a father had its challenges, but moments like these, seeing his daughter smile, were his reason to keep moving forward in life.

After all, he wasn't alone. He had the TF141, and he had you.

That's all he needed.

[feralforfrank]

── EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER

summary the aftermath of the mission that almost causes the loss of your life.

cw description of a panic attack (reader has one), canon codmw2 violence & mentions of it, feeeeeeelingssssss, hurt/comfort, atp mutual pining & idiots in love. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER. TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!!!

note some people asked for part two, sooooo!!! i delivered :)

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When you opened your eyes, it was because of the horrid images that haunted your eyelids. You woke with a gasp and a ripple of pain spreading through your whole body. The room was dark and cold, but you felt the soft mattress underneath you begging to swallow your exhausted body. 

It all came to you slowly. The mission, the men trying to escape with your team's hidden car, you leaving your post and sneaking behind them, fighting them, and managing to get stabbed two times. The pain in your side was becoming more and more apparent now.

A flash of Ghost holding you in his arms makes you tense. He'd come to your rescue. Called you darling. Held you in his arms and reassured you that you'd be okay. You're fine. Nothing that can't be fixed. I can fix it.

Your heart fluttered, and your gaze blurred with tears. It wasn't right to have a crush on your superior, but you couldn't help yourself. Everything about Simon Riley fascinated you—from his continuous silences and intense glares to his very attractive build. You didn't need to see his face to know he was drop-dead gorgeous. The mask was one of the things that made Ghost even hotter. 

But it was wrong. Ghost's your lieutenant, your superior, and there was no way he'd ever feel the same way about you anyway. You doubt he could feel love sometimes. He cared for his team, that's for sure, but this line of work didn't allow deep and romantic sentiments. 

The jiggle of the door handle snapped you out of your thoughts. You jumped, causing your wounds to throb. A poorly contained whimper escaped your lips. Your heart sped up in fear, and your left hand tried to look for the knife strapped to your left thigh.

Fuck, it's not there. 

The silhouette slips in, and you swear your heart feels about to leap from your throat. A tear slides down your cheek as the man approaches your side. Shit, he's here to kill you. Finish you for what you did to his companions.

In your panicked haze and blurred gaze, you don't hear Simon calling your name. You see him set down a tray next to your head, and fuck—he's going to torture you first? Where the fuck is Ghost? Soap? Gaz? 

"K-Kyle?" You try, but your voice is hoarse and not as loud as intended.

Your gaze falls to the door, and you call Johnny's name. Then Simon's. You plead, but it's still not loud enough. More tears slide down your face, your ears ring, and your body shakes under the blanket.

"—ocus! Focus on me, Owl! You're safe here!" The man calls your name. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, darlin'."

Darlin'.

Darlin'. Darlin'!

Ghost.

And suddenly, the ringing in your ears subsides, and panic isn't bubbling hot in your blood. You feel his hands now, touching your bare shoulders—cold fingers touching scorching skin—shaking you to pull you out of your living nightmare.

"It's okay, lovie. S'alright. You're alright." He shushes you, sitting next to your feet.

"Help me up," you whisper.

Ghost reluctantly helps you sit up, gently touching your wrists. He towers over you to adjust the thin pillows on your back. Your gaze never leaves him. He's rid himself of the tactical vest, only wearing his tight-as-shit shirt, pants, and of course, his balaclava. Thank fuck, it's not the skull one. You melt at how he cares for you, despite you having fucked up the whole operation.

He grabs a bottle of water from the tray, and you have to remind yourself that it doesn't carry torture devices. The man in front of you is Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, not the enemy. You gulp the water greedily like you've been walking in the desert under the scorching heat for hours.

"Want another one?" He asks. You shake your head.

There's a pause. The silence isn't tense but not comfortable. The nagging guilt—from both of you—holds you back from being truly open with each other. 

You should've never left your post. The team would've been able to escape without the car anyway. Your thoughts are never-ending.

Simon wants to punch himself. He shouldn't have had to carry you to the car. The guilt of letting you get hurt punctured a hole in his chest. 

A sniff brought him back. "I'm sorry."

He looks at you. Stares at you with those emotionless eyes, and you hate it. You hate that you can't guess what he's thinking. You'd fucked up that much is true.

"Fuck—" You hiccup and look away from him. "I didn't mean to. I panicked. I thought—I don't know what I thought. I'm sorry, Ghost, truly—"

"What're you sorry for?" His hard tone startles you.

You look at him, confused more than ever. "I fucked up the mission. Got hurt in the process too. We would've been in base by now had it not been for my fuck-up."

"You protected the team."

"No, I put my team and this mission in jeopardy."

"You took care of a threat, Sargeant." His tone was final. "You did your job. Greatly."

You inhale deeply, your eyes meeting Simon's. His gaze is like stone, but you can see the glint of pride he has for you.

"I was so scared." Fuck you for tearing up again. You felt weak.

You look down at your hands. The light slipping through the open door allows you to see the dark colour they have. Your blood—God, you hope it's yours���stains your palms and reaches up to your wrists.

"I told you I'd fix it," Simon says, and you melt at his words. "Fixed you up pretty good, all things considered." 

It makes you laugh. The timing isn't great, but the chuckle escapes before you can stop it.

"Thank you, Ghost. I owe you big time."

He shakes his head. "Don't mention it. I'm your Lt. I'm supposed to keep you safe and alive."

Lt. 

I'm your Lt.

It stings. You want him to call you darling and lovie again. You purse your lips and nod your head, feeling awkward thinking such thoughts with him present.

"Thank you." You pause, looking for something to ask Ghost—so he doesn't leave. You can't be alone right now. "Where are we?"

"Deep in the woods. They can't find us here."

Pursing your lips, you nod, feeling relieved. The silence returns, and Ghost exhales. "That's soup and meds for the pain. Not much, though. I don't want you passing out."

He stands to leave, and you jump, completely forgetting about the stitched wounds. "Where are you going?" Simon stills at the fear in your voice.

"Leaving?"

It comes out as a question—not what he'd intended. He was fighting the urge to show you how scared he'd been—and still is—after almost having you dead in his arms. The sentimental feelings toward you are growing stronger every second he spends with you, and it's dangerous. He has to stop permitting himself to feel. To hope that one day you'll feel the same for him. God, he feels like a teenager just thinking these thoughts.

But how can he not hope? When you look at him with wide, terrified eyes, swimming in unshed tears. When you're gripping the bowl of soup, he made carefully just for you, silently pleading with him to sit a tad bit longer.

He can see your lips tremble, but you hide it well by pursing them. The words are on your tongue, but you can't bring yourself to ask him to stay because fuck. How much more can you ask from this man? He saved you, patched you up, made you food, and now you wanted him to stay, purely out of fear. It's embarrassing to request this, especially in your line of work.

So, Simon decides to do it for you. "Unless you want me to stay?"

Your expression is shocked, but you eagerly nod before he can change his mind. You scooch to make room for his big frame on the small bed, and he actually manages to lay next to you, a hand draped on the bedframe to pull you closer.

You feel safe. Simon tends to make people feel this way. It's not only his large frame but how he carries himself and shows affection to the people he cares about. It doesn't matter if you talk or stay silent—he prefers silence—Ghost's presence is relaxing enough for you to eat your soup and drink your meds.

And when you finish, he grabs the bowl and places it next to him. When you start to drift off and snuggle closer to steal his warmth, he forces his tense shoulders to loosen and pulls you closer. He kisses the top of your head, and your hair tickles his cold nose even through his balaclava.

He knows his back will ache from the uncomfortable position he's sitting in, but he doesn't care because you're alive. Alive and safe. In his arms. And it's all that matters right now.

[tacticaldiary]

Recovery In Tandem

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Content Warning: Torture, Men being creepy, mentions of sexual assault, Simon and the reader get their revenge.

"Good. You're doing good." Simon soothes, running a hand up and down her back. "That's it, love. Keep breathing, yeah?"

"I can't do it." She sobs a sound that makes Simon's chest tighten, clutching onto his like he's the only thing keeping her afloat. "I can't...it's-I'm always back there-"

A/N: Sequel to 'Captured In Tandem'. Read Part 1 Here to get the full context

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It's odd, coming back to what used to be so normal.

Days in a dingy basement with only a lover as broken as she was or company. She had to be strong for him back then, just as Simon had been determined to be for her, but now...

Now there was nothing to be strong for.

No ropes digging into her ankles and wrists, nobody forcing hurt on her for answers she couldn't give. No reason to keep her chin up to chase away the angry, anguished looks in Ghost's eyes as she was beaten and shot and put through the worst humanity has to offer.

Watching back the recordings the sick bastards had made was easy. She'd done it with a numb sort of dissociative manner. Watched herself be touched and shot while Ghost spat out threats that would make a normal man turn pale. They'd assured her she didn't have to sit through it, that she could deliver her statement and reports through memory alone but something in her itched to see living, visible proof that it was all real.

Sometimes she feels insane, stuck in her own head.

Ghost had to leave the room when they hit play.

He never said anything, just got up, pushed his chair in and left. It was funny, a detached part of her had thought when he'd walked out. She'd seen him do the most squeamish things, known he'd gone through much worse, but seeing her be tortured, ripped into half the shreds he was, was somewhat too much to bear for him.

That had been 12 days ago.

Price has taken her access to the video away after the ninth time she'd watched it.

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"I know you're bad at sharing but you wouldn't mind if I had a taste, would you?" The man croons at Ghost. His breath fans across her face, acrid and disgusting. A choked sob tears out of her lips when his hand trails up her body-

And she...she can't move?

Her head is a leaden weight, fixed firmly to the grimy ground under her, her limbs frozen as she watches it happen in terror. She has to do something, to push him away, bash in his nose with her skull, but she can't move, Ghost is yelling and shouting and threatening, and she can't do anything but sit there helplessly as she squeezes her eyes shut, breath ragged-

His hands stop on her shoulders, clutching them tight enough to aggravate the old wounds, she's being shaken, a voice in her ear, low and-...and soothing? A rumble she knows so well, mumbling something that doesn't match up with what should be happening-

She wakes up with a start, a choked gasp tearing its way from her throat. There are hands on her, holding her shoulders and she clumsily tries to scratch them away, to push, mind still scrambled and half awake.

"-alright, I've got you." The ringing in her ears subsides and words make themselves known to her right by her ear. A hand grabs hers, presses it against something warm and scarred and beating, the scent of gun smoke and oak invading her senses as she snaps back to the present.

It's not a chair or a hard floor under her, it's soft sheets that rustle as she trembles, pressed close to someone so familiar and warm

Warm. She was never warm back there.

A shuddering breath loosens out of her chest, mixed with a sob as the fight drains out of her

"Good. You're doing good." Simon soothes, running a hand up and down her back. "That's it, love. Keep breathing, yeah?"

"I can't do it." She sobs a sound that makes Simon's chest tighten, clutching onto his like he's the only thing keeping her afloat. "I can't...it's-I'm always back there-"

"You're not." He slides her hand out from under his shirt where he'd pressed it over his heart, pulls her in closer to him. "We got out. You got us out."

Nightmares. Night terrors, more specifically.

She dreamt about dying.

He dreamt about watching her die.

Simon was more subtle about it. He hadn't told her at first, keeping his troubles guarded lest he give her more to worry about during her recovery. She'd found out when something jostled her in the middle of the night, had switched on the lamp to see him tense, with a gritted jaw.

He'd told her he'd been having them all his life, that he was used to them, but that didn't make her feel any better, didn't help her deal with her own.

The same scene, over and over again, but this time she's unable to escape, unable to move. She has to let it happen and watch the both of them die.

Every. Fucking. Night.

"Listen to me." He says firmly, and when she doesn't respond, he pulls her away from where she's buried her face into the crook of his neck. "Eyes on me. Right here." He urges in that same commanding voice he'd told her to grab the knife with all that time ago.

She obliges and something so distressed in her eyes makes a pang of anger and upset hit his heart. Not at her. Never at her.

Simon's just upset that he didn't get to rip those motherfuckers into shreds with his own two hands.

"We're not there." He curls a hand around the back of her neck. "You killed him, we're safe." His mouth ticks down. "Don't leave pieces of yourself behind, yeah? They don't deserve an inch more of you than they've already taken."

"We're safe." She breathes out, repeating him and relaxing when he gives her a nod of approval.

"That's right." His thumb circles her nape softly, a reassuring pressure that keeps her grounded. "Wouldn't have fucking lived with myself if I let a bastard like that be the end of you."

He considers the small quirk of her lips as a victory.

"No?" She questions, leaning into him, exhaustion tugging at her bones.

"Negative." He confirms.

"I think of it a lot." She admits after a moment. "I go there every night. Watched the tape to figure out if there was anything...sooner I could have done."

Lips press against her temple, hot and firm as she lets her eyes slip shut.

"If there was, I would've done it." There's a deep-seated regret in his voice, the gravel of guilt weaving its way through the sediments of his thoughts. There are a few moments of silence, and she thinks that might be all he has to say but Simon surprises her by going on:

"It was hell." He says in a low voice, almost hesitant to verbalise it to her. "Never been so off-kilter, seeing you all banged up and mangled." He puffs a quick exhale against her skin. "Would've skinned those fuckers alive if I could."

And she believes him.

The threat of such violence may be a deterrent to others, but it warms her inside out to know that she's barrelled past all his walls and settled into his heart as someone he'd go to those lengths to protect.

"I know." She whispers. Simple. Knowing. Mutual.

They stay like that until she drifts back off to sleep. It's not hard, given the little hours she's only been able to get before being woken up by her own mind. It's a solace, knowing he'd be there to coach her through it every time, to reassure and ground and hold her until the worst of it passes.

Simon watches her drift off.

He couldn't leave her side after Gaz had found them. Fought and glared at anybody who dared to tell him to step away from her. Even when being given medical attention of his own, his gaze was always fixed on her.

The strongest fucking person he knows.

Ghost prides himself on being someone efficient, someone who goes in and out and gets the job done with terrifying purpose.

It had all flown out the window the moment he registered that she was with him in that room, bound in front of him. When they'd caught on that she was the one person he'd burn the fucking world down for, he hated himself for letting it show.

His arms tighten around her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against his own, reminding himself that she was still here. Alive. With him.

His. Always his.

He couldn't do much to change the past...

But he could do a hell of a lot to make them feel better about the future.

                               · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·  

"You certain about this?" Price raises an eyebrow, watching the rigid set of Ghost's shoulders. He stares at the glass looking into the observation room.

"Positive." Voice clipped, eyes cold.

There is no Simon here, just the harsh chill of Ghost.

Price doesn't say anything more, simply takes a drag of his cigar, letting the smoke out into the air in a slow exhale. "This is off the books." The implications of the words make something cruel and satisfied curl in his chest. "Intel is your priority. Their lives are not."

There's brewing anger underneath his Captain's words. Anger at the outcome, at receiving two of the best soldiers of his prized task force back injured, one of them in tatters. He'd sat outside the operating room the entire time she'd been in surgery.

If he didn't think Ghost deserved to more, he'd go in there himself.

"Copy." Ghost clips out, and then pushes the door open.

He recognises about 5 of the 8 men bound in front of him, slumped against the wall. He doesn't care about the unfamiliar 3, they were here and therefore associated.

That was enough of a crime for him to feel no remorse.

They straighten up as he enters and Ghost can't help the rush of grim satisfaction at the way they shuffle and bristle when they realise who it is.

Ghost stares them down for a moment, before dragging a cart from the shadows of a corner into the light.

Knives, a bat, a pistol, and other knick-knacks that he intended to test out. Laid out neatly for him to rifle through and choose.

He picks the pistol, loading the chamber full.

It dawns on them pretty quickly, and some of them start stuttering and talking at him, words that buzz around his head. Others hold their chins high and Ghost cannot wait to make them break.

He drags the one nearest to him closer, kicks the man's knee out sending him kneeling to the floor. Before the man can start to talk, Ghost levels the gun to his head and fires a shot clean through his skull.

Blood splatters near the feet of the 7 others.

"That's the most merciful I'll be getting." He says, voice ringing through the room. He surveys the room briefly. "I doubt any of you'll be giving me half the fight the woman you beat did."

"They were our orders!" One of them yells, tugging at his bindings. "We did what we were told."

"Your mistake." Ghost says unfeelingly, clicking the chamber of his gun shut again. "Touching her was a death sentence."

He doesn't give them a single word more.

One by one, he makes them all crack, makes the others watch just as he was forced to. Screwdrivers, knives, and his own two hands ripped through flesh and cracked bones, stoking and soothing the fire running under his veins. Each scream and cry reminds him of the ones she'd let out, the ones he had to endure and listen to because of these bastards, eggs him on to be more brutal and ruthless.

Unforgiving.

He doesn't need to ask a single question.

They cry out their answers in desperate pleas of mercy, anything and everything that they think Ghost would possibly want to know.

Personnel, safehouses, weapons, and coordinates. They all come pouring out between the cracks of their bones, the ringing of bullets, and the quiet slashes of his knife.

Ghost doesn't hear a single word. It would all be recorded for whoever the hell to go through later on, but Ghost doesn't care about any of it. The only thing he's focused on is paying back what's due in dividends.

By the time he's done, there's more blood on the floor than the drain could keep up with, and the cold rage had receded back enough for him to be satisfied.

Price doesn't comment when he emerges, silently nodding before walking off to find the only person who matters. There were no pieces of him left in that room. He'd reserved each one of them for her.

He'll be damned if he ever lets anybody break her down again.

Not on his watch.

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Royal Protocol

This has been in my drafts for even and has gone through so many rewrites, I'm finally happy with it.

Contains: Fluff, so much fluff, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V)

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Some rules were made to be broken

You thought your brain was going to melt out of your ears, each second going over protocol for your meeting with the crown was torture. Say this, do that, don't ask about the events they put on while people go without food. Price groaned as he read the next item from the list. "For fucks sake, y/n, make sure you wear stockings."

Simon chuckled beside you, and you elbowed him. "Yeah yeah, laugh, I'm not the one who's going to have to wear dress greens all the time."

He looked down at you and sighed. "I fucking hate this shit."

You shrugged. "I'm just a translator, I don't know why I have to come."

"Because you're a part of the team, now stop whining and go home and get ready." Price sounded like he was going to punch someone or jump out of the window in hopes that a broken leg would get him out of this.

"Sorry sir." Simon shot you a look, you didn't sound sorry at all.

****

The only floor length dress from your wardrobe that the royal liaison deemed acceptable was the most uncomfortable thing you owned, but Simon didn't seem to mind, he had been glancing at you since the second he helped you zip it up. "You ready to go Lovey?"

You nodded. "Sure, I just gotta fix my hair one last time."

He shook his head softly and chuckled. "Don't know why, you look perfect."

"Because if I have one single hair out of place, Price will have a heart attack, and one of those lizards we're meeting will have a conniption." The knock at the door made you both flinch. "That will be them now, I'll be two minutes."

You entered the bathroom and fixed the single hair out of place as your brain filled with everything else you could be doing tonight filled your head. Then a thought came to you, sure, it would go against the rules, and Price would be mad if he found out, but no one would know, so what would the harm be.

****

Curtsy, smile but not too wide, eat at their speed, be agreeable.

The meeting didn't go well. The threat against the crown was real, and the government wanted the 141 to stay with them until it had been dealt with. You were placed between Simon and Soap; the opulent decor of whatever palace you were in was blinding, and the thought of staying here until the threat passed was the last thing you wanted to do. "We set up the couple's room for you and Lieutenant Riley. It's in our beautiful east wing, there's an ensuite with a sunken tub so you can soak before bed."

You smiled. "How kind of you, thank you."

Simon nodded. "Yes, thank you, your majesties."

It was a hollow statement, Simon would be spending most of the night walking the halls of the east side of the house with Konig so you'd be spending your nights in the massive bed alone. Dinner wound down slowly and mercifully, the food was filling and enjoyable. Price followed you as everyone left for their rooms, his neutral expression doing little to hide his displeasure from anyone who knew him. He spoke to you as Simon ready himself for patrol. "We're going to get a car and go around to everyone's home to collect some things for them, because it looks like we'll be here for a while. I've already got a list."

You nodded. "Ok."

He left, and Simon came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and resting his head on your shoulder. "Make sure you check the fridge Lovely, I don't want anything to go bad."

You spun in his arms and he pressed you to his chest. "Alright. Do you want me to bring you anything special?"

He shook his head. "You're all I need Lovey."

You sighed. "Don't be silly, you also need socks and boxers and clothes."

He chuckled and squeezed you tightly. "That I do." You could tell by how he was holding you how tired he was and you split from him when you heard Konig's solid knock. "I gotta go."

"I know, me too." You walked towards the door together, Simon with his gun slung over his shoulder, before he opened the door, you tapped him on the arm and lifted your skirt, showing him your stockingless legs and sockless feet.

His face split in a grin and he pressed his hand to his mouth like someone trying not to encourage a dog to misbehave by laughing. "I will deal with you later."

"Oh yes please."

He shook his head and pecked your cheek. "Don't let Price get into trouble and say hello to Mama Gaz for me."

"Will do." He was still grinning like an idiot when he greeted Konig and walked down the hallway.

****

You returned to your room in the very early morning after dropping everyone's luggage at their door. Simon was still on patrol, and you could hear his footfalls pause at the door each time he passed by it. Sometime after you fell asleep, you felt Simon slide into bed next to you, his bare skin warm on your flesh as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed his lips to your ear and nuzzled into you as he made himself comfortable, seemingly unaware that you were half awake. "I love you y/n."

****

You were awoken by someone dropping the breakfast cart at the door, the sight of Simon wheeling it in wearing nothing but a pair of boxers well and truly waking you up. "What do you want Love?"

He stood there, the fancy plate in one hand and tongs in the other, looking at you expectantly, but you were too busy staring at the hard lines of his body to answer. "If you don't tell me I'm just going to have to give you a little of everything."

You nodded. "Whatever you want."

He began to fill your plate, pausing to taste the baked beans before making a face. "They're a little sweet, you still want them."

You shook your head. "No, but I'll have more fruit."

He smiled and continued, making sure to give you extra golden syrup on your crumpet before fixing himself a plate and bringing everything to the bed on a tray. He passed it to you and lifted the blankets, moving in next to you with a sigh as he took his plate from the tray. He sat with his leg pressed against yours and switched on the large TV attached to the wall, smiling as you linked your hand in his.

You enjoyed your breakfast, talking about the things he saw in the hallways during his patrol until your plates were clean. "About last night." His tone had that crackle at the end that was telling you he was trying to keep his composure.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He looked sideways at you and you giggled. "Oh right, no one got hurt and they didn't find out so there's no harm done."

He snorted, managing to hold back for a moment before bursting into laughter. "If that's your idea of rebellion the anti royalists are in trouble."

You shoved him to no effect and he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you. The empty plate was lifted off your lap and placed on the side table before he rolled on top of you, resting his weight on you as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, throwing your legs over his waist as he ground his half hard cocking against your clothed centre. "Here?"

He paused, resting his forehead against yours as he spoke. "If you want to."

"I do." He smiled and continued to kiss you, taking his hand and sliding his boxers off before removing your underpants.

He rested back on his heels and grabbed the edge of your shirt, licking his lips at your bare skin as he removed it. "You are so pretty." He gestured for you to pop and then lay down on the bed, grinning as he waved you over. "Hop on Lovey."

You blinked. "You want me to…What if I squish you?"

He chuckled. "You won't don't worry." He smirked. "Anyway, if you do, I'll enjoy it."

You exhaled and settled over him, and he ran his hands up and down your thighs as you slowly lowered yourself over his mouth. You flinched at the first brush on his tongue as he gripped your thighs harder and held you to his mouth. You held tight to the fancy headboard as he sealed his lips over your clit, and he let out of moan as you relaxed down so he was supporting you. He moved from sucking your clit to licking you in long, wide stripes, stopping to circle your clit each time before starting his journey again.

He wrapped one arm around your leg as the fingers on his other hand joined his tongue. He found you G-spot like a heat-seeking missile, not hesitating to apply pressure as you began to rock against his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as you were, moaning and grunting with each movement of his mouth as you began to squeeze his fingers. Your legs locked up as you came, your shoulders curling as the high took over your body. It came in waves, your vision fading as the sensations only seemed to grow.

He didn't stop but he let you pull away from him with a groan of disappointment. "What's wrong my love?"

He sighed. "I wanted to make you cum again."

You moved over his hips, rubbing yourself up and down his cock as his muscles grew tense. "You can but I'd like it if you could too, does that sound good to you?"

He smiled and placed his hands on your hips. "Yeah, it does."

You reached back and grabbed him, sliding down slowly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck Lovey, you feel so fucking good."

His grip only hardened as you picked up the pace, and he watched with lust filled eyes as you slid your hand down your body to rub your clit. He didn't know where to look; part of him wanted to fixate on your face as it filled with pleasure, but his eyes kept drifting to your breast and the point where he kept disappearing inside you. He bucked his hips to meet your pace, and you folded at the waist, resting your free hand on his firm chest. "Come on pretty girl, you gonna cum for me?"

You nodded desperately, your fingers speeding up as each of his thruts joltedyour your hold body. You all but collapsed on top of him when it hit, and he grasped your flesh like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet as each contraction on your core around him pulled him into bliss with you.

You relaxed on top of him as you both caught your breath, and he wrapped his around you as he pressed his cheek to yours. "You know that wasn't a reward for your poor behaviour."

You sighed. "Really, because it sure felt like one."

He chuckled and slipped out of you, pecking your lips hard as he brushed your hair from your face. "Well it wasn't."

You propped yourself up on your elbows, smiling as his loved filled eyes gazed into yours. "Going forward, I promise I'll be on my best behaviour."

He smiled. "I'll love you even if you're not."

Fin

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“Haunted Hearts”

Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Black!Reader.

Summary: Simon “Ghost” Riley returns home, haunted by his past missions, creating a rift with his wife. She confronts him, demanding honesty and connection.

Word Count: 1,000+.

A/N: I don’t own these images. Just created the mood board my loves🩵.

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The house was eerily quiet, save for the muffled sound of heavy boots hitting the wooden floor. Simon “Ghost” Riley trudged through the dimly lit hallway, his shoulders hunched under the weight of an invisible burden. You were sitting in the living room and noticed the tension radiating from him as soon as he entered. It had been like this since he returned from his last mission—every day a battlefield of its own.

"Simon, we need to talk," you said, voice steady but laced with worry.

He halted, his back to you. "Not now."

"No, we need to talk now. You've been shutting me out since you got back. It's like you're not even here."

Simon turned slowly, his eyes hard and unyielding behind the mask of his stoic expression. "Maybe I don’t want to be here," he snapped.

You flinched at his harsh words but stood your ground. "Don't say that. You don't mean it."

"Don't tell me what I mean," he growled, stepping closer, fists clenching at his sides.. "You have no idea what’s going on in my head.."

"Then tell me! Let me in, Simon. I'm your wife, not some random stranger."

The living room was dimly lit, the flicker of candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension, and the silence was almost suffocating.

He laughed bitterly, a hollow sound that echoed through the room. "What? Do you think you can fix me? I don’t need fixin’ lass. Jus’ leave it alright?”

Your head reared back as his words struck you. Mouth agape, you were at a loss for words. Simon saw the pain in your eyes. He sighed, shaking his head, and whispered, “Shit, love. I’m sorry. It’s just–this isn't working."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you forced yourself to remain calm. "No. You don't get to run away. Not this time. This will not end like your last marriage. No disrespect to your previous wife, but you're not scaring me off that easily. I know you have demons. I know how hard it is to do the work you've done and still do. I know you’re just lashing out of fear. You can be a ghost in the field. The strongest, baddest motherfucker out there. That's in the field. You do not get to be a ghost in this marriage. If you don't want to open up to me, fine, but you have got to give me something, Simon. I won't walk away from you. So don't run away from me. Please, I love you. I need you," you choked on a sob, fighting back tears that threatened to spill.

Simon’s façade cracked, and his eyes flashed. First with anger and pain that quickly morphed into sadness and fear. "You don't understand. I can’t… I can’t give you what you want. I can’t be the man you need. The husband you deserve."

You took a step closer, voice softening. "I don’t need you to be perfect, Simon. I need you to be here with me. Be the man you've always been. Flaws and all, baby. Talk to me. Let me share your burden."

He turned away, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You know that's not my style, love. I'm not a man of many words. My past—I can't go back there. Life before you. That shit is dark both family and career-related, lovie. I don't want to rehash it. Relive it. It’s just the way I am, sweetheart. You deserve better than this. Better than me."

You reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm. "I deserve the man I married. The man who loves me, even when he’s hurting. I deserve you, Simon. And I’m staying."

Simon closed his eyes, the weight of your words sinking in. The two of you stood in silence, the tension palpable. Then, he slowly turned back to you, his expression weary but vulnerable.

"I don’t know if I can do this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Whatever you feel works for you. That's what we’ll do. Pushing me out of your life is not an option.”

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him. "You don’t have to do it alone. We’ll figure it out together. One step at a time."

Simon’s resolve crumbled, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice low and strained. "I’m so sorry."

You held him tighter, feeling the tension in his body. "It's okay, Simon. We’ll get through this. I love you."

He nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of his gratitude and love. For the first time in weeks, he felt a glimmer of hope. Together, you could face whatever demons haunted him. Together, you could heal.

In the following days, Simon made a conscious effort to be more present. It wasn’t a dramatic change, but small gestures showed his commitment: a touch on your shoulder, a moment of eye contact, an occasional shared laugh.

One evening, as you both sat quietly in the living room, Simon spoke softly, “I’ve started seeing someone. To talk. About everything.”

You looked at him, surprised but relieved. “That’s good, Simon. Really good.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “It’s not easy, but I want to try. For us.”

You reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

There were still difficult days, but the atmosphere between you gradually lightened. You found comfort in small routines: sharing meals, walking together, sitting in companionable silence. Each day, Simon opened up a little more, and you felt the connection between you slowly strengthen.

One night, as you lay in bed, Simon turned to you, his voice a murmur in the dark. “Thank you for sticking with me.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to brush your fingers through his hair. “We’re in this together, Simon. Always.”

With that understanding, you both settled into a more peaceful sleep, knowing that the journey ahead would be challenging but manageable, as long as you faced it side by side.

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[theycalledhimastar]

I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn't, he's perfect).

☄. *.

Alright, for starters, man takes up all the counter space with his stuff. Unlike Simon, he is very loyal to his brands and he has a longer face care routine than you do.

Just look at his perfect skin and tell me I'm wrong because you can't, that shit's flawless and he intends to keep it that way.

Every towel in the bathroom smells like him whether or not he's used it and you will never ever figure out why.

(It's because he probably used it-)

"Kyle, did you use my towel after your shower?"

"No, why?"

"Because it literally smells like your bodywash."

"How do I know you didn't just use my bodywash?"

Don't make this about me, Kyle Garrick. You know what you did, you're just lucky your shampoo is easy on the senses. He's the one task force member that seems to be able to differentiate between what smells good and what is altogether too much.

The type of guy to have long, gorgeous eyelashes and always, ALWAYS complain about them getting in his eyes.

Like suck it up pretty boy, you're literally living my dream here with those baby doll eyelashes of yours.

He also knows it pisses you off so he tries not to mention when it happens, so you'll just catch him sitting there on the couch blinking like a madman. Trying his darndest to get the annoying eyelash from his eye without drawing attention to it. Although really and truly this just makes it more noticeable and kinda funny to watch.

Applies Chapstick in that really weird way that guys do it where they make a duck face, except he's fully self aware, he just knows it weirds you out so he exaggerates it further.

"Babe what are you doing, that's not how you apply chapstick."

"What do you mean, there's no right way to do it." :0

SLEEPS WITH HIS SOCKS ON BECAUSE HIS FEET ARE ALWAYS FREEZING!!!

Like thank you for sparing me from those absolute ice blocks, but like babe, that is unnatural. It is cruel and unusual and I will not stand for it!!

(Socks stay on during sex-)

Also prolly wears long sleeves and pants to bed regardless of how warm it is because he swears its more comfortable. Bro going to bed fully dressed, all he needs are shoes smh.

On a similar note, his hands are always cold, but instead of putting them in his front pockets or his jacket pockets like a normal guy, he walks around with his hands in his back pockets given the chance.

Doesn't think it's weird, but he walks around leaned back in order to do it and it looks goofy as hell.

Willing to advocate for you and it's really sweet, except it'll be for every single little thing. Like not just ketchup that you ordered but didn't get, if you off-handedly mention that whatever you ordered is kinda cold, he is on it immediately.

"Hey, uh, my Partner here says their food is a little cold, is there any way we could fix that please?"

Like he's not rude about it, but you still want to die inside because it's not a big deal and he doesn't seem to get that you really weren't complaining or trying to get him to fix it.

[alisonwritesimagines]

New Tattoos ~Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagine~

Summary: Soap sees something new on his Liutenant. Luckily for you, you get to enjoy his new hidden tattoo.

Author’s Note: Still in love with Ghost. Also I finished the rest on my phone so if there’s any mistakes or anything like that, just ignore it.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings:

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

Everyone knew that Ghost had a set of tattoos on his forearm. It was something that couldn't be missed whenever he wore a short sleeve shirt or when his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His tattoos had a meaning to him.

Then came when you both married and had kids. Ghost didn't like to wear his wedding band during duty. But he did wanted to keep you and your kids close to him in some way or another.

So imagine Soap's surprise when he saw something on Ghost's chest where his heart would be.

"What's that Lt?" Soap asked Ghost as he watched his lieutenant put on a new shirt.

They had just finished a mission and had to get fixed and cleaned up before they could head back home. Even then, your children complained whenever Ghost came home, smelling "yucky." So Ghost made sure to get cleaned up before coming back home on every mission.

"What's what?" Ghost asked him.

"Get a new tattoo?" Soap asked him.

"Maybe."

"Of what?"

"Why would you want to know?" Ghost asked.

"Just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Yes but satisfaction brought it back. Come on Lt. I wanna know," Soap said.

"It's nothing," Ghost said before grabbing his stuff and walking out.

Though every time his greeting from you and the kids were the same, he always treasured it. Before he stepped foot into his house, Simon always made sure to take off his mask.

"Daddy!" His kids yelled out as they ran over and jump onto him. Simon picked up his two children before giving them a kiss on the cheek.

"Where's mommy?" Simon asked the two.

"I'm coming!" You said as you walked over to him. You kissed his cheek first before his lips. "Sorry, was washing the dishes."

"It's alright. As long as you're here," Simon smiled at you.

"Come on kids. Let daddy put his things away and help me set up the table for dinner," you tell your kids.

"Okay mommy!"

"I want to stay with daddy," your daughter pouted as she held onto Simon.

"She can stay with me love. Won't be too long," Simon said before giving you a quick kiss.

After dinner and getting the kids to bed, both you and Simon were able to have your alone time. It was no doubt that Simon wanted to enjoy every inch of you when he came back from a mission. And you enjoyed every inch of him as well.

“Soap might’ve gotten a glimpse of my new tattoo,” Simon told you as you lied on his chest. Your thumb lightly rubbed against Simon’s tattoo that was etched above his heart.

“Mmm. And what did he say?”

“Barely got to see it so he asked about it.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t tell him. You’re obviously close to him.”

“I like it better when you’re the only one who can see it. And maybe the kids,” Simon told you.

A little after your daughter was born, Simon had gotten a tattoo, dedicated to the three of you. Three triangles connected to one another. A very simple design but something only you and Simon would know and something that wouldn’t be used against him in case he was ever caught during a mission.

“Good. Because I like it whenever I’m able to see it,” you tell him, kissing the tattoo.

“I know you do.”

“How much you want to bet on Soap trying to guess what it means?” You joked.

“No need to bet, pet. He’s never going to get it,” Simon told you.

“You have to let me know what he thinks it means when he does see it.”

“Alright.”

[personwhowrites]

Treasure

König x f!reader x Ghost, some f!reader x Price.

Slight intension of.. smut. MDNI!!!!

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His hazel eyes are locked onto you, following your every step and gesture with keen interest. They trail along the contours of your enchanting figure, lingering on your captivating face. He's completely absorbed, unable to get his fill. The reason behind his fascination is a mystery to him, but he's not bothered by it in the slightest.

"Ghost!" you exclaim, waving at him from across the field. "Hey!"

He simply nods and averts his gaze. A hint of disappointment creeps into your heart, preparing you to run towards him. Just as you're about to take off, a gentle hand grabs your arm.

"Y/n..." someone says, smiling. "Surprise!"

"König?" you say, a wide smile spreading across your face. "Oh my god! What are you doing here?"

You embrace him tightly, and he returns the hug, casting a glance towards Ghost. There's an intensity in his stare, a simmering tension. Ghost clenches his fists and curses under his breath. You're within his sights now, within his personal space... not König's.

"How have you been, mein Schatz?" König asks, holding your hand, your fingers intertwined. "Have you been good?"

"I should be asking you that..." you reply, a giggle escaping your lips. "But I have been. How was your three-month mission?"

Ghost watches with anger as König engages in conversation with you. He understands the meaning of "mein Schatz" - "my treasure." It infuriates him how oblivious you are to the endearment, how effortlessly you respond when König uses it. Do you not know its implications? Are you okay with being referred to that way? Lost in his thoughts, Ghost fails to notice you approaching with König. He only realizes you're there when you tug on his knife.

"Ghost?" you say softly, concern in your voice. "Hey, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Ghost replies, his gaze shifting to König. "Was..."

"What?" König interjects, his glare now fixed on Ghost. "I'll talk to you later, Y/n. I need to catch up with Ghost."

"But I don't have to go anywhere?" you say, puzzled and unaware of the mounting tension. "I mean, I was hoping we could hang out and work on our sniper skills."

"Later, mein Schatz," König says softly to you. "I know Soap was looking for you."

You glance at the two men and bid them farewell before turning to leave. König's eyes darken as they meet Ghost's, an intense exchange of gazes. It's a sight to behold - a tall, menacing masked man locking eyes with another masked figure. It feels as though a confrontation is imminent.

"...You and Y/n seem to have gotten close while I was gone," König hisses, his gaze still fixed on you as you walk away. "How funny..."

"Funny?" Ghost retorts, his annoyance evident in his voice due to König's presence. "What are you doing here?"

"Easy now..." König responds, his eyes still on Ghost. "I outrank you."

Ghost remains silent, releasing a frustrated sigh. König moves to Ghost's left, leaning against the tires, creating a symbolic barrier. König always exploits his rank, using it to his advantage in any situation. It stirs Ghost's anger, knowing he can't say much without crossing a line, given König's tactic.

"Stay away from her," Ghost asserts, his attention now fixed on a pair of rookies training. "She's mine..."

"She isn't an object," König retorts, a hidden smirk beneath his mask. "She chooses who she wants to hang out with..."

"I never said she was an object," Ghost hisses, his response causing König to side-eye him. "She... she just needs to be with me."

"Why? Is it because she's replacing all the trauma you've endured?" König says, a sharpness in his tone, causing Ghost to snap his head towards him. "..Isn't that right, Simon?"

"You're one to talk... hiding your face because of some high school bullies," Ghost fires back, his fists colliding with the tire beside him. "You don't know anything about me."

"And you don't know anything about her," König replies, now focusing his gaze on Ghost. "...You know nothing. Not her favorite food, not her favorite animal and color..."

"Those are just minor details," Ghost asserts, standing tall. "I know her more than you think..."

Ghost storms off, determined to find you. König watches as Ghost departs, and then he, too, sets out to seek your presence.

"Soap?" you say, entering his room. "Hey, König said you were lo—"

You pause, noticing Price rummaging through Soap's belongings. Price freezes, his eyes meeting yours. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, clutching a letter in his hand. Glancing around the hallway, you swiftly close the door and turn your attention back to Price.

"...What are you doing?" you whisper-yell, a sense of urgency in your voice. "Price!"

"I don't have to explain myself," Price responds, locking eyes with you. "Why are you here?"

"König told me Soap was looking for me," you reply, snatching the letter from his grasp. "What is this?"

"Give it back," Price says urgently, attempting to reclaim the letter. "Y/n, I'm serious."

As you try to open the letter to read it, Price inches closer, attempting to grab it from your hands. Unbeknownst to both of you, Soap opens the door, causing you to stumble backward and fall gracefully. In the process, Price loses his balance and lands on top of you, with his face buried in your neck.

Soap's bewildered voice fills the room as he gazes at the unexpected scene, "What the hell... What were you two doing?"

Ghost swiftly helps Price up, and König takes the chance to lift you in his arms, carrying you protectively. You quickly hide the letter and glance at König. Meanwhile, Price clears his throat, seemingly embarrassed.

"I was looking for you," Price stammers, rubbing his hands together. "Seems like I found you."

Soap directs his attention to you, asking, "Y/n, why were you in my room?"

"König told me you were looking for me, so I came to see you," you reply as König sets you down. "I just didn't expect Price to be there."

"I wasn't looking for you," Soap says, giving König a questioning look.

You turn your head towards König, gasping dramatically, "You lied to me!" You exaggerate your disappointment and then turn to Ghost. "He lied! How could he?"

König nervously rubs his neck, unable to come up with an excuse this time. Ghost smirks under his mask, glad that König has finally been caught in a lie. Price grabs your arm, shooting you a glare.

"My office now," Price orders, leading you away. "You three can talk to her later."

You don't have a chance to bid farewell to the others as Price pushes through the crowd, making a beeline for his office. Once inside, he snatches the letter from your pocket, leaving you confused and sighing.

"What's the letter about?" you ask, amused by Price's behavior. "Is it some sort of love letter?"

"No... uh, it's just..." Price stumbles over his words, rubbing his eyes. "Nothing, you're dismissed."

"Whatever you say, Captain!" you respond with a chuckle before leaving Price's office. As you step out, you accidentally bump into Ghost, who swiftly grabs hold of you. "Not even a 'what happened'? How rude."

Ghost scans the area and notices König approaching. He starts walking with you, drawing attention from onlookers. While Ghost remains unaware, you can't help but notice. Your hands are intertwined, fingers touching and entwining with each other. A warm sensation spreads through your heart as you gaze at your joined hands. It feels like König's touch, yet somehow even better. Eventually, you come to a stop and realize you're in Ghost's room.

"Don't choose him," Ghost pleads, looking at you with desperation in his eyes. "Please..."

"What?" you reply, growing more confused. "Wait, don't choose who?"

"König... you... and him... please," Ghost says, removing his mask. "Choose me..."

"Ghost, I..." you begin to speak but pause, captivated by his face. "Ghost..."

Even in the simulated room, his eyes seem to shimmer. You watch as he gently places his hands on your face, his thumbs tenderly stroking your cheeks. Your face warms up as he leans closer.

"...Choose me... please," Ghost whispers, his voice soft as honey. "...Choose me... over König..."

You remain silent, caught in the moment, when suddenly the door opens, and König pulls you away from Ghost. König glares at Ghost, and you shift your gaze to König as he removes his own mask. The tension is palpable. Ghost reaches out, grabbing your hand and trying to pull you towards him.

"Choose me," König repeats, echoing much of what Ghost said. "You have to... mein Schatz..."

"Guys... uh..." you stammer, trying to extricate yourself from their grasp. "I don't know what's happening. Why do I have to choose between my friends?"

"Friends?" they both say simultaneously.

"I mean, we are friends, right?" you inquire, utterly clueless. "Right?"

"Y/n, I love you," König declares, clutching your right hand. "...I love you, mein Schatz..."

"Y/n," Ghost's voice trembles with vulnerability as he takes hold of your right hand, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I can't keep it inside any longer. I love you... beyond the boundaries of friendship, beyond any words I can find. You mean everything to me. You're the moon that casts its gentle glow upon my darkest nights, and the sun that brightens my every day."

Stunned into silence, your mind races to make sense of the situation. Love? Is it possible that these two incredibly attractive men hold such deep affection for you? How and why did this come to be? Did you unknowingly impact their lives in some profound way, or is this an elaborate joke designed to mock your emotions?

"Wait, wait... what?" you stammer, your mind racing to comprehend the situation. "You two... love me?"

"Yes," Ghost replies, looking deeply into your eyes. "Pick one of us, so we don't have to keep suffering."

"It doesn't matter who you pick... we just want you to please pick," König adds, his gaze soft yet intense. "We can't keep pretending to hide our feelings for you."

Feeling overwhelmed, you take a moment to collect your thoughts. "Listen... you guys are both incredible," you say, trying to find the right words. "Any girl would be lucky to have either of you."

"But... I can't pick," you finally admit, your heart aching at the thought of hurting either of them. "I'm sorry... I hope we can still be friends and maybe..."

Before you can finish your sentence, Ghost's lips gently meet yours in a passionate kiss, taking you by surprise. The intensity of the moment sends shivers down your spine, and your eyes widen in shock. Just as you start to process what's happening, König leans in and captures your lips in another tender kiss, leaving you breathless.

The emotions swirling inside you are a whirlwind—confusion, desire, and affection all tangled together. You feel the softness of their lips, the warmth of their embrace, and the sincerity of their affections.

Finally pulling away, they both gaze at you with a mix of hope and uncertainty. Your cheeks flush red and you take a moment to catch your breath, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of feelings that now consume you.

But before you can utter another word, they nod to each other with a silent understanding. Ghost reaches out and switches off the lights, enveloping the room in darkness.

In the darkness, the sensations intensify, every touch by them makes your body burn with passion. Ghost's lips meet with yours, his kiss desperate with a passionate. The taste of him, mingled with a hint of urgency, lingers on your tongue, leaving you yearning for more.

As Ghost pulls away, König steps forward, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His kiss is a tender exploration, a delicate fight of lips and tongues that speaks volumes of his adoration. You can feel the softness of his mouth, the gentle pressure of his embrace, as he deepens the kiss, his desire mingling with yours.

The room becomes an intimate sanctuary, the darkness providing a cloak of intimacy that allows you to fully immerse yourself in the moment. Time loses all meaning as their kisses become an intricate symphony, a passionate exchange that transcends words and captivates your senses.

With each kiss, the intensity builds, the longing and desire intertwining with every brush of their lips against yours. The taste of Ghost and König becomes an intoxicating elixir, their essence seeping into your very being, leaving an indelible mark upon your soul.

Their hands continue their exploration, tracing trails of warmth along your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Every touch, every caress, is a testament to their love, their desire to please and ignite the same fervor within you. They take turns kissing your tender skin, slowly removing a piece of clothing, gently whispering sweet words into your ears.

“..Be good for us..” König mumbles while gently kissing your neck. “..be a good.. girl..”

“You will be good for us.. won’t you.. mien Schatz?” Ghost hums in your ear while pulling you to the bed. “Right..?”

Your face burns up as you feel their hands trail all over your body. The darkness.. being your friend that long.. long afternoon.

[blingblong55]

Walking in the wind-141

A/N: sorry but I'm a directioner at heart babes so the title was a must

GN!Reader, angst, some fluff, platonic!relationship, death of character

20 years later, 141 was officially retired, all married, happy families, peaceful sunny days and most importantly, no war, no guns, just peace.

A week ago you said to me "Do you believe I'll never be too far?" If you're lost, just look for me You'll find me in the region of the summer stars

Every month, no matter where either one of the people in the team was in the world, they would fly to a small home in town in the southern part of the U.S. And arrive between 6-7 in the afternoon, to talk and catch up because it's better to see the person than to text them. The stories shared between all, the wives/husbands, kids and how old they were getting. Unlike the rest, you moved to America, and wanted that movie-like life, in some small town, driving a truck, passing through quiet streets where all anyone worried about was the leaves that would fall in autumn. You and your partner opened a small pub.

The name for it was 'R/N's Place" This was after you finally get out of the toxic part of your life, the family and the ache it gave you when you were there. Not a normal name for a pub but the locals loved it. Your favourite part was that you received lots of veterans, they all told you about their time serving and you, like the proud friend you are displayed a picture of you and the team in your first and last mission together.

It was almost around the time the men arrived, Price being the first, followed by Gaz who flew in with him. Soap arrived late, his children wanted to talk to their father before bedtime and Ghost arrived last, getting a call from his partner to which he always answered, he always made it clear his partner was a priority now that he is retired. You waited by the table with the rest for Ghost, your wife/husband serving the clients. "And there he is, Simon." Price smiled a little, proud to see his family again. "Alright, who's first?" Gaz asked and drank from his pint.

"I'll go first," Ghost said, which was a definite first. "Go on, son." Price passed all a cigar. A tradition he started once his grown soldiers/children were all retired. "Me and my partner are expecting a son." A secret he kept until it was assured the baby would make it this time. "Congrats mate!" Soap hugged him, feeling proud of a man he considered his oldest brother. "That's very much well deserved, man." Gaz smiled and you stared in awe. Price looked down with a soft chuckle, wanting to dismiss the tears that formed in his eyes. His wallet would be getting a new picture of the newest addition to the family soon. --- "R/N, I won't make it, go!" Ghost said to which you shook your head. "No, this is the one command I will not take! You will get old and fat but you will NOT die on me lieutenant, not today!" you yelled over the loud noises. ---

He looks at you and you hug him, whispering in his ear, "See, I told you it would be possible this time, Simon. I'm so happy and proud of you." Words that definitely made the tears well up in his eyes.

The fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye Means we've already won A necessity for apologies between you and me Baby, there is none

"Now you are all making me feel old." Price jokes and finally looks up. The four people he fought with through wars, all living the lives he knew were all much earned. Through the wounds, blood and sacrifice, somehow, five mad people are still alive. And the entire night, Soap told stories of his farm, and Gaz gave advice on how to fix some stuff, a trip he would soon have to make to Scotland. Gaz on the new tricks his little ones make, how he knows karma got to him and his back aches, so much for the jokes he told about Price. Ghost with his wood-making business, one he started in the backyard and now in Manchester's best small business. Price on how his kids are now in uni and the youngest one is in secondary.

And then you, with their favourite pub in the entire world, how you adopted a child and your eldest in primary already. Your wife/husband watching you smile from afar. You always were excited for these meetings, it was the one time someone other than the local veterans understood the stories you told.

We had some good times, didn't we? We had some good tricks up our sleeve Goodbyes are bittersweet But it's not the end I'll see your face again

And, as each month passed by, it turned into 10 years later. You and the other men in the team gathered not in America but back home in England. All in black dressing, lifting the coffin of the father you all shared. Price had peacefully passed on a calm night. As his wife puts it, he was finally ready to go, his mission was over and the children he raised were all old enough to understand and his little soldiers as he called you were well off in life, the one he made sure you all had. In years you had never seen so many of the toughest and now retired soldiers you worked with cry so much. You did too. The ceremony was as expected, memorable, beautiful and for the last time in John Price's life, peaceful.

Yesterday I went out to celebrate the birthday of a friend But as we raised our glasses up to make a toast I realised you were missing

You all flew back to the first ever pub he took you to. Raise your glasses and shed more tears. You see, this was a promise you all made. An oath between Task Force 141. When one passes, those that remain must go to the first pub we talked to as not a team but a family, and just then we can mourn but also celebrate we once lived.

And I know we'll be alright, child Just close your eyes and see And I'll be by your side Any time you're needing me Oh, yeah

Ghost chuckles, "And he told me, 'you reckon I can make it?' and that old man did it, the deadliest move ever and he fuckin' made it." he takes a sip of his drink. Gaz smiles, fond memories shared between him and Price, to be remembered until his final breath. "He used to do this trick with the smoke from his cigar just for my little girl to giggle, and man does she still ask for that trick," Soap shared. All four of you, smoking a cigar, just like he would've. "Can you believe the old man never complained too much about his back?" you ask to which all others nod. Now in your late 40's to early 50's, you never understood how he never once complained of the aching bones or back, proving he was and will always be the strongest and toughest man to ever grace your lives.

And you will find me Yeah, you will find me In places that we've never been For reasons we don't understand

tags: @warenai @liyanahelena

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

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Pairing: cis!Simon Riley x cis!Male Reader

Summary: Reader and Simon try sensory deprivation and Simon safe words

Words: 677

Warnings: brief mention of abduction and torture, just the words no description

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“Is this… are you sure about this Simon?” Simon's wrists were tied to the headboard above the soldier's head, you were straddling Simon, hovering over the older hips. “I- I mean… I don't want you to feel like you have to do this” Simon huffs in response trying to act annoyed but truthfully he's not entirely sure how he feels about being in this situation, his mind is running miles a minute and he can't get his thoughts to slow down.

Simon keeps picturing all of the times he's been tied up while held captive and tortured, he tries to push those thoughts out of his mind because he's here with you, his wonderful, amazing, and very understanding boyfriend but he just can't do it. Simon knows you would never hurt him on purpose and you're proving that by hesitating and continuously questioning him and constantly making sure he's alright.

Simon thinks he should feel annoyed or happy or something like that but his mind is racing and it isn't giving him enough time to feel anything other than the anxiety and the suffocating sense of impending doom and he knows he should speak up and tell you that he doesn't know if he's fine but Simon is stubborn and has a big ego so he swallows the sour bile creeping up the back of his throat and nods.

You don't look convinced. You give Simon an anxious look before taking a deep breath to settle your own anxiety and then you carefully slide the blindfold over Simon's eyes, plunging him into darkness, and almost immediately Simon is overwhelmed by anxiety. The soldier feels like he's been swallowed up in a void, he can feel your guys’ sheets underneath him, the soft texture you had insisted on, and rambled on about the thread count until Simon got annoyed and shoved the pack into the cart.

The feeling and memory should comfort him but he can't see you he can't see anything, his other senses go into overdrive, Simon swears he can hear the electricity buzzing through the walls and his blood pumping in his veins and he vaguely wonders if this was how you felt every time you got overstimulated. Simon’s so caught up in his head that it takes him a minute to realize that you've been calling his name, he flinches when he feels your soft hand smoothing over the scarred skin of his chest, over his heart.

“… Simon? What's your color? Are you okay?” You sound so worried, Simon can practically picture the worried anxious look on your face and the thought forces him to come to his senses, he's tensed, almost painfully so and his hands are balled into fists so tight that he thinks his fingernails punctured the skin of his palms. Simon opens his mouth to speak, to like and say that he's okay, just a little nervous maybe but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper “red.”

Simon hardly recognizes his voice but before he could get further into his head and get all insecure about how pathetic he feels, the blindfold is off his hands are free and your worried face is taking up his line of sight, you had gotten off of him somewhere in between taking the blindfold off and removing the silk from his wrists. “Baby? Are you okay? What happened?” Simon doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know if he can say anything but you understand, you always understand.

You wordlessly pull Simon to your chest and curl around him, he finds himself admiring the way your bodies fit together like you were made for each other. Simon sinks into your embrace, timing his breaths with yours and listening intently to your heart beating. He hates how much he needs you but he can't find it in himself to push you away, he nuzzles further into your chest, and in turn your grip around him tightens, You don't ask anymore, you don't push him to talk, he’ll do it when he's ready.

[witch-oftheflowers]

Lil Johnny

AN:Baby two! Enjoy this story of a growing family! It'll be a long one but please enjoy!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Ximena Riley

(Canon x OC!)

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The cottage was quiet. Soft breathing echo within its walls, soft kicking of feet in their beds as they adjusted. The sheets moving around as the people stirred.

Eight years had pass since Anna was born.

Eight years together in a loving relationship, with its ups and downs. Been married for six.

It's been a year since Ximena fully returned home. Two years overseas and away from her own family. But she did good, she did fantastic on her mission even. Just coming home to the blonde pair she loved

This moring was like many others they've been enjoying.

Ximena woke up first, around sun rise. Her hair has grown a lot since she returned. No longer the shoulder length she was forced to have. It was mid back, her curls returned as she didn't have to touch the poor thing. It suffered to much heat damage in the two years gone-

Her feet touched the floor as she shuffle to the restroom. She brushed her hair and styled it up into a poofy ponytail. Her bangs brushed against her cheeks as she was calm. She was home.

She moisturized her face with her creams, making sure she's been taking care of herself lately. Physically and mentally, she's been taking care of her aging skin.

Unbeknownst to her, Simon was waking up. His brown eyes scanning around as he remembered he was in his bed. In his home, and his wife-

"Ximena?" He called out as he sat up from his spot. He's been having a small fear his wife wouldn't be home. She would vanish again and his brain softly ran with thoughts-

"Si amor?" She called out as she was brushing her teeth. Her brown eyes flickered with love as she noticed his face painted with worry.

"Hey I'm right here..." She said as she walked over. She quickly sat on his as she grabbed his hands. Keeping the brush in her mouth as she ran her hands together over his. Softly tracing circles on his palm and up his forearm. He felt a shiver up his spine as he bent down and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I know you're here...But got a funny feeling you'll vanish again love.." he spoke as his eyes met hers. Hers widen a bit as she felt so bad for him.

"Simon I'm so sorry... Mi amorsito. Mi sol!"(My love. My sun!)she coe the words a bit as she held his face closer to hers. He stared at her a bit as he savor her warmth against his. Softly his breathing and mind rolled to a stop, his worrying was put to rest for now.

"No no you're alright love..it's just a bit crazy. I have been wondering one thin'" he said as he looked her over. His large hands cupped her cheeks as he ran his thumps over her squishy cheeks. She pucker her lips as they shared a silly kiss.

Her giggles filled the room quietly as she smiled. Simon joined her a bit as they savor the morning light together. Way before Anna had to get up for school-

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As the day went on, Anna finally was off to school. Grabbing her bike helmet as Simon grabbed his own.

"Mama! I'ma take her on the bike" he shouted out as he pulled on his warm leather jacket. Anna was thrilled, as her frilly skirt moved as she let a soft squeal out

"Papas bike! Papas bike!" She said cheer a bit.

Ximena blinked in the kitchen as she enter their living and saw the pair in the hallway by the door. A smile to her lips as she enjoyed the sight.

"Alright you drive safe ok? Anna hold onto papa tight too." She waved them off as she enjoyed their bonding moments,even if it was on a motorcycle.

As the morning ran on and their day. Doing mundane task, fixing up the house a bit. Cleaning around and doing their laundry. Even got to go outside with their pup, Luna which was Ximena's military dog she got tasked with. Well the pup was two now but she'll always be a puppy in their head!

In the garden the two with the pup running around. Ximena was picking fresh vegetables as she needed some for dinner.

"Simon" she called to him as he was watering half the garden beds.

"Hm?" He hum out as he noticed her staring at him. He blinked a bit as he spoke up

"What's wrong?"

"Can we have another child?" She asked bluntly. He stared at her as the hose continued to spray.The wind ran through his short blonde locks. He blinked a few times as he processed his wife's request.

"Are you sure bout tha'? Do you think we need anothe'?" He returned to spraying as he stopped a bit after. He was confused a bit as he heard her steps coming over. Swiftly she made him face her as she spoke up.

"I've been thinking... That maybe we should expand our family. Anna had asked about a possible sibling even..." She said as she softly shift on her feet. Looking down as her curls swayed against her back a bit. Her eyes shook a tad as she anxiously waited for his response.

"Love..." He started as he ponder the idea. Another child would be fun, he adored his wife a lot when she was pregnant with Anna, he didn't mind the sleepless night, he enjoyed seeing her with babies like his wife's nephews and nieces too. God she looked so pretty with a baby- Blood hell.

"Alright that does sound like a great idea... We're more stable. We have a large house too... I think you made it big because you wanted more im guessing.." he teased her as he began to spray the next garden beds. He even playfully sprayed her lightly as she let a laugh out.

"Aye Simon!" She giggled as she swat his arm lightly. He smiled down to her as he brought her in for a tight embrace. Giving her a peck to her head as he smiled

"Alright we'll try..." He whispered to her lovingly.

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A few months would pass since they had that conversation. And many, many, many nights of being together.

Ximena waited in the medbay on base. One of the nurses she knew helped her do a quick test, since she wasn't feeling the best during her usual training.

Her hair was in a tight bun, she sat on the cot. Her legs pressed tight together, she was a bit nervous. But at least her husband was on base this time.

The cheery nurse came back as she rolled over towards her in her small stool.

"Ximi, Ximi, I got your results." Bethany said, the sweet nurse coed the words.

Her hands placed the paper on Ximena's, turning it over as she began to read the results.

Positive Pregnancy

Her eyes shined a bit as she had a permanent grin to her face

"You're kidding?" She softly said as the ginger nurse nods her head.

"I'm happy for you Xi... Now go find that hunk of a man." She swat her knee, as Ximena let a soft laugh out. Pulling the nurse in for a tight hug as she smiled at her.

"Thank you Thank You-"

After she pulled away, Ximena was left to her search.

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As she speed walked around, her brown orbs scanning around as she didn't find him. His usual spots were a dud, the rookies nor the task force had seen him. She even asked Price if he's seen the giant of the man.

How can not one soul seen him?

She eventually made her way towards the offices. As she passed hers, she noticed it was open. Glancing in she noticed the said man she's been looking for.

Ghost was putting a small vase on her desk. It was litter with carnations, hints of greenery, along with a few roses. The colors were soft pink with soft lavender.

He stepped back as he was gonna leave. But his brown eyes softly widen at seeing her coming in.

"I thought you would be there for a while more..." His gravely voice calmly said.

She shook her head, her bangs swaying around as she walked to her desk. She lifted the vase as she smiled to the small thing.

"It's so pretty... And no. I just got tested is all." She stated as she gave his mask covered face a kiss.

"Tested?"

"I'm positive..." She said as she met his gaze. Softly he pressed his large hand against her cheek.

"You're kiddin' love?" His voice was a lot softer, trying to deam it a possible joke?

"Why would I?" She had a soft sweet smile. Her lips curled up in joy as she melted into his large palm.

Ghost looked to the door shut. Pondering for a second, he softly pressed a kiss to her forehead. Pulling her in for a tight embrace as he felt a small weight off his shoulders.

"That's... So exciting news love.. mi sol.." (my sun) he spoke softly as he pulled back. Gazing into her brown eyes with love.

"Good, because we have a lot of excitement to come then."

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When it came to the baby name.

It was kinda easy. They wanted Joseph in the name. Somewhere.

Then Simon had a small question he wanted to ask his wife.

"Can I suggest a name love?" He turned to his wife. Seeing her with a round belly, washing dishes as they had dinner in the oven. Her curls were tucked behind her ear as she listened to him. "Hm?"

"What if it's a boy.. I was thinking Johnny?" He asked her. Looking back to his wife as she stopped her task.

Her brown eyes glanced back to him as she was thinking. Pondering the requests, she put the plate down in the drying rack.

"Hmmm.. Johnny Joseph Riley?" She asked him as she glanced to him. Her brown eyes scanning his reaction

Simon stopped stirring the pot, looking to the stew they were making. His eyes shook as he smiled.

"Yeah that works.. I actually.. asked Soap if he was ok with me using the name..."

His wife nodded her head as she went back to cleaning. Her mind filled as she began to think.

"Simon we don't even know it'll be a boy..." She teased him lightly, finishing up the last dish. She dried her hands off as she walked besides him. Peering into the pot as she enjoyed the meaty smell of the stew.

"Smells delicious...." She mumbled, stealing a bite for taste.

He swat her away, softly tapping her arse.

"No no no... You'll try to eat this pot on your own."

"Is that a bad thing??"

They both burst into light laughs. Enjoying the others company so much.

"Well I just think we'll hav' a boy ok?"

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The day the little bundle was born.

Was hectic.

Ghost was on a mission with Task Force 141. Ximena was in the hospital by herself. Anna was with her grandma.

The moment that helo landed on the tarmac, a storm of ginger passed the men waiting.

Bethany was shouting for Ghost.

"Ghost! GHOST! SHE'S IN LABOR!"

Once he heard those words, he panicked. She was in labor and alone. Once Soap heard those words they sprung into action.

"Lt let's go! I'll give ye a lift!"

The pair rushed by, even Ghost thanked the nurse, as they got to his truck.

Hopping in they awaken the truck and drove off. Ghost was peeling his gear off. Didn't wanna scare civi's with his look.

Soap was turning and speeding, with reason. Thank God! Ghost had his own hospital bag, quickly changing into more acceptable clothing.

As they swung into a parking spot. Simon rushed out, "Thank' Johnny!" He yelled out as he got to the front desk.

"I'm looki' for me wife. Ximena Riley-" Simon breathlessly spoke as the receptionist started to look.

"That's fine... Mmmmm this is her room. Let the nurses in Labor and Delivery know you're her husband dearie ok? They'll let you through."

With that he was off. Rushing into the elevators as he was carried up the lift.

As he did as he was told and let in. Being lead to the room.

And once inside, he saw her holding a little bundle. Her soft voice rang in the room as she was on the bed. Her curls were in buns, pulled back. He noticed her nose scrunched up a long with that scar she's had forever now.

Walking over he didn't wanna startle her. But he admired her, seeing the love in her eyes.

And once he saw the little boy in her hands. A boy...

He had a tussle of brown curls. His mother's deep olive tan skin. And he had those chubby cheeks Simon loves from babies.

"There he is..." Simon finally said. Ximena glancing to him as she radiated a soft smile

"Our little Johnny is here..." Her voice was like heaven. Even if Simon was worn out from his mission..just the sight he got to see. It healed his tired soul so quickly

"Yeah Mama... Our lil Johnny..."

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An: OH GOD. this took forever but I'm actually happy with how this came out. Thank you so much to those that have enjoyed and followed along so far! Also thank you for being patient with me too! I'll keep you all posted on the last one of the baby series! Can't wait for the twins eeee. Love you all and thank you!!💕✨

[the-fiction-witch]

I hope you wake up soon

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Smut

Warning Abuse / trauma / violence / coma/ pregnancy / birth

I sat on my bed and tried to get some sleep, even if every inch of me hurt. Sore bruises and burning pain across me, no matter how I lay or moved. I heard the door creek open and I shivered under the sheets. His heavy footsteps walk through the house and grow closer and closer to the bed. The scent of whiskey came with him, leaving a sour scent in the room. I felt the weight of him on the bed the sheets suddenly ripped from my body causing my skin to tremble. His soft hands stroked across my skin and my nightgown his hands reached for my breasts and my thigh I tried to push his hands away but he pulled my arm so hard I felt my shoulder be shifted out and I screamed. But he covered my mouth with his hand before he forced me down on my stomach no matter how I whined, how I cried, now I screamed out in agony. 

I pushed myself out of the bed and pulled my underdress onto my body slowly, I dressed myself without use of my arm. Once dressed I headed out without a word and walked through the dusty port victory streets until I reached the royal hospital. I pushed open the door and headed in doing my best to hold my arm. The entryway was clean with the chemical scent hiding blood and bile that it always had, and I didn’t even need to say a word.

Doctor Jack Dawkins stood by the outpatient desk with some paperwork in hand from his time on the ward this morning. He must have just finished his rounds with his usual laced brown shoes and dusty brown trousers, his stained white shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his blue textured waistcoat too short for him revealing a peak of his suspender clips, his moth-eaten green tie around his neck, his dirty blonde hair all swooped to one side. He looked up from his paperwork his brown eyes looked me up and down, from my Y/H/C hair to my brown boots, before he pinned my Y/e/C eyes with his own brown eyes giving me nowhere to look but back at him. I did my best not to blush to smile as I saw him as even in my pain he was a comfort. He didn’t speak, he simply glanced at the patient room closest to the door. I nodded and headed in sitting myself on the bed and he followed me closing the door behind me. 

“Let me guess? You fell down the stairs?” He asked his hands in his pockets, 

“I fell out of bed.” I lied, 

“You are a clumsy little thing aren’t you Y/n,” He chuckled as he gave my forehead a gentle kiss, 

I blushed hard barely able to look him in the eye, 

“Can I touch?”

I nodded but quickly spoke up, “The window.”

“Right of course,” He nodded, “How could I forget,” he said as he locked the door, pulled the blinds on the inside and outside windows, “There. Secret doctoring.” He laughed, 

I giggled a little but I tried to hide it, “I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine, you’re a very secretive little thing,” he chuckled, “I am going to take a guess and say Simon doesn’t know you're here?” he asked as he began to check me over,

“No.”

“Does he know you’re hurt?”

“...I can only assume so.” 

“Alright,” He sighed, “Your shoulder is dislocated.”

“...I see.” I gulped,

“Y/n.” He began my body trembling, “You can’t dislocate your shoulder falling out of bed,” 

“I- I am a clumsy girl. A stupid, clumsy girl.” I explained my eyes welling up with tears,

“Is that what Simon tells you?” he whispered, “Cause I admit Y/n I’m impressed, you're quite the ventriloquist. You open your mouth and Simon’s words come out.”

“I-I-”

“Y/n, I know you're scared of him.” He said his hand on my cheek, “but it’s tearing me apart to keep seeing you like this.” he whispered, “Please… if you're not safe if you don’t feel comfortable if you're afraid of what he might do. Tell me.”  

"I- I'm fine." I lied, 

"Alright," He sighed, "Let's get you fixed up," 

I nodded and he quickly fixed my arm up even if it hurt me for a moment, 

"There we go," he cooed kissing my shoulder, "Better?"

"it is better," I nodded,

"Anything else you're not showing me?"

"... no." I lied,

"Y/n." he warns, "Please..."

"I promise Jack," I told him, 

"Okay..." He sighed, "I am deciding to trust you. But if you've lied to me, you'll be in big trouble little thing," He warned playfully tapping my nose, 

"I know," I nodded

"Good," He smiled, "How about tonight I take you out for dinner? or even just for a walk by the water? So you can get out of that house for a while. A little time just you and me?"

"...I... I can't Jack,"

"I promise I'll keep you safe,"

"I know you would, but... I can't I need to be home for when Simon gets back,"

"Alright," He sighed, "...But you know where I am, no matter what I am here and I'll take care of you." 

"Thank you, Jack," I smiled,

"You're welcome Y/n," he smiled, 

"How much?" I asked, 

"You're usual," He shrugs, 

I blushed hard but couldn't hold back my smile as I leaned up and kissed his lips softly, he happily kissed me back for a few soft sweet kisses.

"That's my girl," He cooed, "Go on get yourself home, and look after yourself you clumsy little thing." 

I stood in the kitchen cooking up some soup for dinner the scent of the food filling the little house. I heard the door creek open and I began to tremble and shake as I heard him slam the door and his heavy steps walk through into the kitchen. 

"Dinner." He demanded, 

"Just ten minutes Simon," I told him, 

"Now." He demanded, "I am hungry. I want my food. So do as I say or else."

"It- It's not ready Simon..."

He grabbed my neck and tightened choking me so I began to claw at his hand, "How dare you speak back to me," He growled tightening his grip on my neck and moving my head forcing it down towards the heat and flames of the stovetop, I wanted to scream but I had no air to do so, "You. are. my. wife." He said forcing me so close my hair began to singe, "You do as I say!" He yelled moving me even closer still and I screamed out in pain as the heat of the stove burnt my skin. 

He let me go and I hit the floor, he took the food and headed to his study leaving me to cry on the floor. 

I slowly forced myself to my feet and looked at my face seeing he had burnt my cheek and my eye, I did my best to clean and wrap it all up. 

When the morning came, Simon went to work so I snuck away to the hospital doing my best to hide my face as soon as I got in Jack saw me as he came out of the ward. He ushered me into the room and locked the door closing all the blinds before he stood in front of me.

"Let me look, Y/n," he begged I nodded and he slowly pulled back my bandages, "Ohh... My sweet little thing. What's he done to you." He whined his eyes tearing up, 

"I... I tripped in the kitchen." I lied, "I'm just so clumsy,"

"Y/n. You are a clumsy little thing." He said, "But you're not that clumsy, tell me the truth."

"...Simon-"

"That's all I need to know." he said, "You can't stay with him,"

"I have to... I- I can't imagine what he'll do-"

"But you're not safe Y/n," He told me, "Wouldn't you rather be with someone who loves you?" he asked holding my hands, "Someone who would never dream of doing this to you? Someone who thinks you're the sweetest most beautiful little thing in the world? Someone who wants to come home to you just to see your sweet smile? Someone who wants you... for all that you are." He explained, "Becuase I do. and you know Simon never will... And you can't expect me to sit back and watch the woman I love be tormented by a monster." 

"What choice do I have..."

"Come with me. Pack your things, and come live with me. I'll keep you safe and stand guard over you every night if I have to. Sneak away with me in secret, and once everything calms down we'll get married, and I'll give you the life a girl like you deserves to have."

"I- I can't Jack it's not safe."

"I will build a twenty-foot wall around our house by hand if that is what it takes to keep you safe." He muttered, "Please... I can't let you go back to him."

"... I- Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded,

"That's my girl," he cooed kissing my forehead, "Now let's get you all fixed up so you can start to heal that pretty face." 

I smiled as I stood still getting used to the little house, cooking up some roast chicken for dinner in our cosy little kitchen. I heard the door and for a second I trembled to hear the door shut but it didn't slam, it didn't shut softly and I remembered as I heard the slight almost silent steps over the stones and the strangely comforting scent of blood in the air. He took my hand in his callus grip and spun me across the kitchen into his arms where he dipped me like a princess as we kissed, 

"Hello my adorable little thing," he cooed, 

"Hi Jack," I giggled,

"How is my lovely secret wife?" he asked as he let me stand back up,

"Happy,"

"Happy? Just happy?"

"Very happy,"

"I'm glad to hear it," he smiled kissing my cheek, "Oooh what's my sweet little thing making me for dinner?"

"Roast chicken,"

"Ooohh I am very excited," 

"You are?"

"Course I am. I'm excited for whatever you cook for us." he smiled as he cuddled me resting his head on my shoulder as I cooked, 

"any news on-"

"No." He quickly said, "Not a word, but that's good. We can hope it's over and we can finally get married."

"We can hope," I giggled, 

"You think soon I could see that beautiful gown you've been working on?2

"Soon," 

"Soon? Aww please?"

"Not till our wedding,"

"Fine, teasing little thing, aren't you?" he smirked, 

"Could you please go set the table for dinner please..."

"you don't have to beg me, Y/n, you've been cooking all afternoon of course I'll set the table for us," he smiled, 

He went and set the table up for us and I brought us dinner over, "Oooohh beautiful," he cooed, "I am very excited," 

"You always say you're so excited about my food," I laughed sitting in my chair,

"Becuase I always am, how can I not be excited? Coming to my cosy house, with my beautiful secret wife, a fantastic tasty dinner," he smiled, "I look forward to coming home to you as soon as I leave in the morning, Y/n," 

"That's very sweet Jack," 

We had our dinner and got tucked up by the fire having a soft cuddle on the sofa his arm around my waist his head against my own, 

"So? What did you do today?"

"A couple of surgeries, some little problems from the ward, Sneed being a snail, nothing that interesting." He shrugs, "What did you do today?"

"Nothing-"

"No, no I wanna know what did my smart little thing do today?"

"Just some cleaning, cleaned the bathroom, and the bedroom, I did some gardening and then started on dinner."

"You're such a sweet little thing," He cooed, "I think you should be rewarded for all your good work," 

"It wasn't anything that impressive,"

"The house is clean, the garden is beautiful and I am full of tasty dinner you deserve all the rewards, Y/n," He smiled tugging me a little closer and rubbing his nose against my own, "May I?"

"You may," I blushed,

He smiled and kissed my lips softly and sweetly I happily kissed back wrapping my arms around his neck, as we kissed deeper and deeper, his tounge slid across my lip making me gasp opening my mouth and allowing us to make out heavily until finally, he pulled back. "Upstairs?" He smirked, "Shall we my sweet little thing?"

"I - I'd like that."

"You would? You're sure?"

"I'm sure," I nodded, "I would like that,"

He smirked and picked me up in his arms like a bride making me squeal a little as he carried me all the way upstairs to our bedroom sitting me softly on the bed. He quickly moved between my legs and kissed my lips with the same passion he had downstairs, "May I Y/n?"

"You may" I blushed, 

He smiled softly as he gently and slowly helped me remove my dress kissing each part of my skin that he exposed fluttering kisses and compliments into my bruised scared skin, "you're so beautiful." he cooed, “So gorgeous, stunning, ravishing, exquisite, captivating, ravishing, attractive, irresistible, Perfect.” He muttered until I was laid naked on the bed, “Uhh… Y/n,” he groaned “How am I meant to resist you when you look like this every day,” He muttered, “May I?” He smirked eagerly his hands stroked my breasts so I nodded and he wasted no time, he grabbed my breasts squeezing me and fondling my breasts in his hands

“Jack…” I giggled enjoying his thrill and attentiveness, 

“Uhhh! Y/n my seductive little thing,” he smirked nuzzling close to my chest mostly to have his head in my breasts giving them little kisses, before moving his hand stroking my mound softly finding every nook and curve I possessed “May I?”

“You may Jack,” I blushed,

He smirked before he began  rubbing on my clit in soft little clockwise circles as we kissed often stroking my hands across his skin as he worked before his hand slipped down to push inside me, 

"Uhhh!" I gasped rolling my head back, 

He smiled and gently moved his fingers at a decent pace until he pulled back "May I Y/n?" he gave my lips a soft kiss before moving between my legs and pushing my thighs up until I spread my legs for him as far as they would go,

"Absolutely," I gasped,

"Perfect my love," he smiled before he kissed up my inner thigh I blushed a little as he moved closer softly kissing my skin being gentle and soft with his kisses until he reached my clit where he was more than intense at first giving me merciless kisses before then sucking and licking my clit so harshly and passionately I was lost in a world utterly my own holding my hand over my mouth to stop my screams being heard as he worked so hard and so skillfully before I squealed and reacted my orgasm squealing under my hand as I felt the toe-curling wave of pleasure rush over me. Which caused him to pull back “I love making you cum… how could any man ever think this wasn’t important? Wasn’t needed. Look at you… you’re irresistible when you cum for me Y/n,” he smirked, 

I giggled as I gasped and tugged at his pants undoing them enough to reveal him completely stiff and slender with not much girth to him but his veins desperate for attention, “May I?”

“You don’t have to do that for me-”

“I want to,”

“Well…. Alright,” he nodded, “who am I to deny what my gorgeous girl wants,” he smirked holding his base and giving himself a few gentle strokes before I moved and gently took him into my mouth "Ohhh fuck-" he groans grasping my hair, "uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh! You too good to me Y/n!" he gasped and groaned rolling his head back “Ugghhhh! Ooohhh god! Y/n! Enough enough-” he said as he pushed me away,

“May I my love?” he smirked gently moving me back to lay flat and stroking his tip against m clit, 

"Of course" I smiled, “But,” I giggled moving us over so I could move onto his lap and letting him wrap his arms around me giving him some little kisses 

“You sure that’s what you want… you know you don’t have to.”

“I know. But I like to like this,”

“Then I am a very lucky man, and I am never gonna tell you no Y/n,” he smirked before moving and gently letting him slip inside me, "uuuuuuuhhh! Uughh! Ummmm" he groaned gripping my hips hard trying desperately to focus,

"Uuhhh" I gasped holding his hair as I tugged his face into my chest and feeling as each inch of him made its way inside me I had missed this so badly, I made sure to be slow and very very gentle as I slowly moved my hips watching him utterly fall apart his head on my shoulder almost lost to the world as I slowly sped up my movements and found myself a pace and path that seem to suit him even if he was groaning seemingly uncontrollably only ever stopping to kiss me, He got faster running his hands over me as soon enough his hormones took over his body working mindlessly to move back and forth causing a fair amount of noise from us both I knew I was close it was obvious he was trying so hard just to keep himself contained just a little bit longer wanting to savour this moment even if his hips didn't seem to give a shit and wanted his orgasm as quickly as possible

"I adore you, I worship you, I want you... I need you!" He groaned, "Ughhh I'd be a wreck without you, you're the only girl in the world who makes me feel this good! How any man could be cruel to you is madness to me… how any man couldn’t want you is insane! You are an angel… a gorgeous gossamer angel! Fuck- fuck- I'm Ughh!" was enough to tip us both over I squealed and held him tightly and he completely lost it moving fast and hard as he groaned burying his seed inside me before he pulled out and we completely collapsed on the bed beside me gasping hard, “Uhhhh…. I love you so much,”

“I love you too Jack,” I whispered before pulling him into a slow sensual kiss full of moans and passion, 

“Now… I think my beautiful girl deserves another.” he smirked, “so? May I Y/n?”

“You may,” I giggled eager to start all over again as usual but we both jumped,

My blood ran cold as I heard the door open and close with a slam, panic ran across our faces as the sound of heavy steps ran up our stairs, we tried to move but we had no time as the door flew open and there in the doorway stood Simon.

His clothes were dirty, his face of pure anger as he saw us together, impossible to hide what we had been doing. 

"You Bastard! you think you can just steal my wife!" He yelled, "And you... you godless vile little whore!" He yelled grabbing me by my hair and throwing me off the bed and into the wall where I screamed,

"Leave her alone!" Jack came to my defence jumping out of bed and getting some trousers on, The two began screaming at each other, kicking, punching, slapping, I think even biting at one point until he forced Jack to the floor and stood his boot on his chest forcing him to stay down as Simon grabbed me and took out all of his rage. I screamed and cried but left my body as he kicked, punched, twisted, and slapped anything he could just to cause me pain before one final bow as he grabbed my Y/H/C hair and forced my head into the dresser's wood. I went silent the world dark the last thing I heard was Jack overpowering Simon before everything faded away. 

I managed to get out of his grip just as he used his strength on Y/n, I forced him to the floor and began to punch over and over letting out all the rage of the years of seeing everything he had done to her. Luckily the screams drew attention and officers came in quickly cuffing Simon and forcing him away before he could do more damage, so I rushed to Y/n and took her bleeding body in my arms picking her up no matter how much it hurt me and carrying her to the hospital. I laid her sweet body on the theatre table and grabbed everything I would need, I got some clothes on and covered her up with a sheet as I worked tirelessly on six cups of coffee and pure love. I cleaned and sewed, and fixed her broken bones doing everything I possibly could to fix her up. I found scars I never even knew about, it was like going over her and seeing a storybook of the years of torment she had suffered but I did everything I could to heal the old and the new trying to erase any memory of that evil man. 

I got her up in my old room and I never left her side, she was sleeping in my old bed in the nightgown I brought from her for her, I wanted her at home where I could take care of her but I know here in the hospital is best for her. She'd been comatose since the incident and ever since I had barely left her side and if ever I did to go home, or to work I made sure a nurse never left her. I held her hand sweetly as I spoke to her, I don't know if in her stare she could hear me... but I still wanted to talk to her. 

"Hey, I hope you're okay my sweet little thing," I cooed, "What did I do today? Well... I had an amputation this morning, some business on the ward, Sneed being a snail as usual." I explained fighting back my tears, "I'd give anything to come home to your sweet cooking right about now," I smiled, "Simon... hung today. I didn't go see I didn't think you'd want me to. But it's nice... to know it's over. that you're finally safe my love." I smiled, "You look radiant. So beautiful my love. I... I hope you wake up soon." I told her as I stroked her swollen stomach, "I hope you wake up to meet our baby," 

I stood beside the bed looking down at Y/n in what was the stranges situation of my career, she had been comatose since the incident even if we had tried many things to raise her and none had worked. Not long into her Coma I soon discovered she was pregnant. And now... after all these months she was giving birth her body working on its own even if she was comatose I had Hetty and another nurse to help me while Sneed worked downstairs, it was strange everything normal for a birth wasn't there. It was deathly quiet, she didn't move or fight, and I kept asking her to push and then remembering... right... coma. And it all went strangely smoothly part of me was curious if we should put all expecting mothers in a coma it was way less stressful for all involved. The nurses began to clean her up while I held our little girl in my arms, and I was in love. 

She had sweet pale skin, little Y/e/C eyes, and a fuzz of Y/H/C hair... just like her mother. But she had my nose and my smile, and as I bounced her she giggled with the cutest little voice I have ever heard. I got teary as I sat down beside the bed. 

"It's a girl." I cried, "It's a little girl Y/n... And she's beautiful," I cooed, "The most beautiful little thing I've ever seen. I wish you could see her. Hold her. kiss her." I cried as I kissed the baby's little head,

"Who..." a voice spoke up weak and broken, 

I jolted my head up and saw Y/n's eyes flicker open revealing the sweet Y/e/C that had been hidden from me all this time, and I burst into tears holding her in my arm as tight as I could, "You're okay.... you're okay!"

"...I'm okay Jack,"

"I love you so so so much,"

"I love you too," 

"I was so afraid I'd lose you forever." I explained, "Ohh I probably need to-"

"I heard you,"

"You- you what?"

"I heard you. Everything you told me."

"You, you really heard everything I said?"

"I did," she nodded, "Thank you for taking care of me Jack, and for talking to me"

"Of course, I love you. I wanted to tell you everything, So... this is our little girl."

"She's perfect," she smiled, "May I?"

"Gently we don't know how strong you are yet," I chuckled as I gently handed our little girl over, seeing Y/n hold her was enough to cause me to sniffle and hug them both in my arms. "What should we name her?"

"hum I don't know, I have just been in a coma for over nine months not sure I should be in charge of anything,"

"Good point," I chuckled, "...How about... Melody?"

"I love it. Little Melody," she smiled,

I kissed Y/n's head and then little Melody "I love you both so much, beyond measure. and I swear I will do anything to keep my girls safe."

"I know you will Jack, we both will,"

"I love you, Y/n,"

"I love you too Jack,"

[ureternalmajesty]

I’m not angry anymore

Saint Bernard!John Price x Grey Cat!Reader

Summary: Reader is having a breakdown when the others try to help it results in things thrown at them or being bitten. They should've gotten Price from the start.

words: 447

Author's note: Reader's pronouns are they/them, Reader is two years younger than Price, Reader is black keep that in mind, there are going to be mistakes just ignore them i'll fix them later!

You and the boys had a nice relationship they've all become like family in a way except for Price. When you first met you were over cautious of the man and nervous. His kindness made you nervous but you eventually got comfortable with him one thing led to another and you're in a relationship.

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You laid on your bed sighing as Gaz and the other sat around with a thick blanket watching a movie as sighs left your mouth repeatdly eyes cast up at the ceiling an arm sprawled over your stomach as a leg dangled over the edge of the bed.

"What?" Simon grumbled not bothering to look your way. "Nothing." Answering the man as the room went slient the sound of screams from the tv filled the room shortly followed by a sigh.

"Aye Bonnie?" The scott looked away from the tv peeking over the bed at your face. "Does he still love me?" Groans filled the room along with chuckles. "Thats whats this is about? He loves you alright." Gaz acknowledge you petulant whining.

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The days pass and the moodier you got. The boys steered clear of you the best the can and trying to help you. "I'm not going you they threw their potted plant at me last time!" Gaz whispered in a hushed tone. "Well some has to go and i vote Soap." Simon pointed at the Scott who had a bewildered look on his face. "What? Why me?" He asked setting down his mug on the table. "They likes you better. Besides they bit me." With a shrug of his shoulders he made his way towards your room.

Pushing the door open you were sitting on your bed with one of John's blankets wrapped around you and the closet thing to you was a stuffed animal. "Bonnie come on the boys wanna have a movie night." The stuffed animal was launched at his face and before he could move he saw you get off the bed only to be pulled by the back of his shirt and out of the way.

"John." The words had left your mouth as you looked up at the bearded man now standing in front of you were Soap was supposed to be. Arms quickling wrapped around him as strong arms made their way around your form. It's time to let it go, sweetie." You grasped at his shirt, sobbing quietly. “Let's watch that movie you've been wanting to see, sweetheart. Sorry I haven't spent much time with you lately. My presence would have been right here had the other's done their work." Price said, kissing your forehead without waiting for Soap to close the door.

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This was short and kinda boring but I’ve been writing smut lately and my drafts are full of smut so why not refresh with this

[mrsalwayswrite]

What Words Can't Say - Chapter 1

A/N: Welcome to my new series! When I watched MOTA I had no intentions to become obsessed but here we are.

Summary: When Abby joined the war effort, her only purpose was to support her cousin and fix up the B-17 Fortresses so they could continue their missions. She had no intentions of getting close to the men who piloted them. Yet when the 100th Bomb Group flew into Thorpe Abbotts, specifically a handsome blond Major, her carefully built walls began to crumble, one brick at a time.

Warnings: Brief mentions of blood and violence

Words: 1455

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May, 1943

The sound reminded her of a thunderstorm as she stood on the tarmac, watching one by one as the Boeing B-17 Flying Fortresses took off into the blue sky. There was beauty in the forts as they took off, these massive machines rising into the clouds and defying gravity as they dotted the sky above. A similar beauty as found in thunderstorms, in her opinion. There was a timeless awe in witnessing lightning racing across the sky. 

Yet she had lived through too many storms, the initial spark of wonder drowned out by knowing what those storms brought, the destruction that followed in their wake. 

As her hazel eyes followed the path of the forts, heading to their new target, she could not help but wonder how many men and planes would return. 

An arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her close. She willingly followed the action, leaning her head against the man's shoulder, even as they both kept their eyes on the sky. 

“It'll be better this time. I've got a feeling.”

She could not help the sad smile that her cousin's comment drew forth. “You're too much of an optimist for being in a war.”

“Yeah? Well, your pessimism is annoying.” He flicked her ear with a chuckle. 

“Ouch!”

He quickly stepped away before she could retaliate. “Alright, let's get some chow and rest!” He called out to the ground crew standing nearby. “We've got six hours until the forts are expected to return.”

She glanced up at the sky one more time as the last of the bombers disappeared in the distance. She hoped her cousin's feeling was right. Maybe they would get lucky this time. 

“Come on, Abby,” her cousin called to her from a few paces away. 

After a brief sigh, she turned on her heel and quickly caught up to where he stood waiting for her. “I'll do the task list, you go lay down. I know you barely slept last night.”

“It's alright, I can–”

She not-so-gently shoved him. “Go, I've got this. I'll sleep after.”

Ken Lemmons squinted at his older cousin before conceding defeat. “Fine. Have Dog-Face help you.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” She dismissively waved a hand. “Go on before I write your mother a letter about how you aren't taking care of yourself.”

“You wouldn't!”

“How quickly do you think she'd get on the next ship to England?”

Ken groaned. “I'm going! Christ. I thought we were a team!”

“We are.” She smiled innocently. “Teammates look out for each other.”

“Threatening to write my mother is not something a teammate would do.”

“Only for your own good.” She reached up to rub her hand over his curls, only to pull her hand back with a grimace. “Ugh, when was the last time you showered? Your hair is disgusting.”

Laughing, he pushed his head towards her face, made easier since she was shorter than him. “Smell me!” 

“You're gross!” She shoved him away, laughter bubbling up inside her. “Shower first, then sleep.”

He gave her a quick two finger salute before jogging to catch up to the other male ground crew, all hoping to get a couple hours of shut eye before dealing with the chaos that would arrive when the forts returned. 

Walking over to the over-glorified shed where they stored their tools and extra parts for the B-17s, she mentally started going down the checklist, making sure everything was back in its place and no idiots - dammit Simon - lost another wrench. The actions were second nature by this point, and why Ken (who was the ground crew chief and lead mechanic) trusted her to do it. 

Once completed, she headed towards the Red Cross nurses’ hut to catch up on her own sleep. Since she was the only female mechanic at Thorpe Abbotts, they had billited her with the nurses. Most of the nurses were friendly enough with her, although it took time for some of them to mentally adjust to her being in a ‘men's’ role and not a nurse, secretary or radio operator like the other women on the base. Overall, it was not a terrible arrangement, but with the amount of women coming and going from the hut due to their various shifts, it was hard to get a deep, restful sleep. 

Before stepping into the hut, she glanced up at the sky one more time and sent a silent prayer to a God that vanished with the onset of the War, praying that more men and forts would return this time. 

Please, let this mission not end in disaster…

*****

Fire, screams and sirens filled the air as what was left of the bombers returned to the airfield. 

Her eyes scanned over the few planes that returned, assessing the level of damage and repairs needed. Not enough. Not enough forts and men returned. Again. Even though she had been doing this for months now, it never got easier. Seeing the destruction of the forts, the decimation of the men and the knowledge of who and what were lost…it sapped strength from the soul. 

But she had a job to do, and she would not stop until they told her too. 

“Is it always like that?” 

Abby heard the question asked to the left of where she stood. The quiet question was at odds with the chaos around them, a juxtaposition in which she could not help but take notice, even as she continued surveying the damaged planes. She always waited until the injured were removed from the tarmac and the rest of the men were driven off to interrogation before getting close. She had learned the hard way that with her smaller stature, it was easy to get trampled. 

“You wondering what to tell your guys? My advice - don't. They'll find out once they're up there.” The veteran pilot walked away, hoisting his pack further up on his shoulder. 

The new major stared up at the plane he suffered hell through with a mix of horror and resignation. His fellow pilot's words were obviously being replayed over and over along with the horrors he witnessed in his mind. So caught up in his own memories, she doubted he even noticed her move closer. 

Abby heard about the new major and his 100th Bomb Group that were to arrive in the next two weeks. Most of the information she gleaned from the man before her was from the nurses she bunked with. Apparently, Major John Egan had quite the reputation. The nurses gossiped about his handsome features- those dark eyes, the mustache that tickled when he kissed them, and that cheeky smirk that broke hearts as easily as a bullet shattering glass. Abby witnessed firsthand how the man seemed like the sun and everyone around was unable to help the gravity pulling them towards him. He was charismatic, funny and kind, and did not mind making a fool of himself. The ladies loved flirting with him, offering dance after dance in the Officer's Club. While those that snuck away into dark corners with him gossiped about how attentive and talented he was, with more than just his mouth. 

Yet at this moment, none of those characteristics were apparent. Instead he looked like a lost, little boy that had been dared to jump off the bridge and did it; but now at the bottom, he realized the danger he survived and wondered if his friends would too. 

“Major?” She hesitantly said, trying not to startle him. 

Her voice seemed to jolt him from wherever his mind had traveled too. Those dark eyes -haunted now by what he saw- darted to her and he almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief from being released from those memories. 

“Sir, you've got blood on your hands. You should wash it off and then get to interrogation. The Brass here are particular about that.”

“Uh…thanks.” He tried to smile but it was a faint thing. He glanced up at the forts once more then turned on his heel, heading to a nearby jeep waiting for him. 

She watched him walk away and wondered if he would tell his Bomb Group the truth or like what was suggested, let them experience it for themselves. She could never truly know what those pilots experienced, but for how often she had to patch up their forts and witnessed the dead and wounded men removed from the planes beforehand…she could take a guess. 

And there was nothing that could prepare a soldier for that level of hell. 

Straightening the red handkerchief that covered her brunette hair, she sighed before jumping into the fray. Hopefully, they had a couple days to work on the forts before another mission happened.

Hopefully. 

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