#sniper mask x male reader

[2kiran]

“ 𝐊 𝐈 𝐋 𝐋 𝐒 𝐇 𝐎 𝐓 ”

pairing keegan p. russ x you genre smut reader is a male. dom!reader x sub!keegan cw uppercase typing. enemy reader. gun kink. facefucking. humiliation. handjob.

you’ve never expected that keegan, out of all people, would be into that.

Keegan P. Russ, a well-respected Sergeant and Scout Sniper of the Ghosts. He lived up to his title, his experience on the battlefield providing him positive support throughout his years in the military. A man of many things. Strong and intelligent. Never one to step out of line.

Keegan P. Russ, a man who was proficient in his work field. He was intimidating. Never one to cower in face of missions. He was suited for a respectable leader. His strength and accomplishments gaining praise from higher and lower ranks alike. The air around his presence of an authority’s.

Keegan P. Russ, an embarrassed man who was currently on his knees. The expression of shame on his face hidden by his signature mask. The same one that was once drenched in multiple enemy combatants’ blood now concealing the creeping warmth on his cheeks.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out.”

He huffed in annoyance at your teasing words. “I’m not.” He wanted to. He really did. This was humiliating, both to his pride and to his reputation. He’d rather fucking die than to be caught in this predicament because of you. “Are you sure?” You leaned back, resting against the couch.

“I mean, I’m not saying that you can’t handle this. But don’t you feel a little conscious?” You shrugged, not waiting for a response, “Not even for your reputation?” A hint of a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his growing anger in the form of his balled fists. It was amusing to see the Keegan P. Russ crumble in need. Even worse, for his enemy.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gritted his teeth.

“Or what?” His hand flew to grab the gun in your hand, but you quickly slapped it away. “Nice try.” It wasn’t a compliment. A sarcastic response to get under his skin further. He knows you enough to realize that you weren’t going to allow him to forget this unfolding situation. There was a high chance he was going to regret this, but he wanted to indulge his fantasies of with you, at least for a little while.

He shouldn’t be down on his knees, on a dirty old carpet, in an abandoned safe house. Especially not with you, a man who’s attempted to kill him and his team several times. Not to mention that you’re the same man who has been wanted by him the police for months.

Wanted in which way, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted — no, that’s not quite right — needed you right now.

“Get it over with.”

You sighed, “You’re so impatient.” Taking out the magazine, you inspected the amount of bullets inside before returning it to the chamber. Switching off the safety, you pointed it at him. His breath hitched, the muzzle centered to his forehead. You were right; he was impatient. It didn’t help that you were mere seconds away from giving him what he wants.

“Your mask,” You reminded, softly, “Can you take it off for me?” He let out a huff, like he was going to decline but his hand rose. Unsure gloved fingers dipped underneath his shirt, the digits meeting fabric as he pulled it off of his head. There he was. Identity bare for someone who shouldn’t see the real him. As soon as the balaclava was on the floor, you trailed the muzzle down his face. He tensed, eyes wide. “What are you—?”

Quickly, his lips bumped against the front sight and you pushed it inside. He instinctively swallowed around the barrel, the taste and wide intrusion leading him to gag slightly.

“Mffh- mmhf? Mhg...” He attempted, even though the gun prevented him to properly speak.

You didn’t take it out, sliding it in further. Focus intent on the way he struggled to sit still and adjust. He shifted his position in discomfort, thighs rubbing against each other to try to soothe the ache in between his legs. His body was betraying him, cock growing hard inside the confines of his pants. He could easily stop you, but he didn’t want to. He was willingly submitting.

The sound of your tongue clicking snapped him out of his short daze, “Poor baby,” you shook your head in mock disappointment. “You’re not even afraid to have your head blown off?” It was a rhetorical question, not that he was going to answer. The letters he learned were turning into complete mush. “I would’ve done this with you sooner if I knew that you were so willing to just... take it.”

Saliva built in his mouth, trickling out of the corner. He was fucking drooling. “You’re better like this.”

He shook his head the best he could. “No?” You chuckled, drawing the gun back. “C’mon. Use your words.” His gaze hardened, but his body was a traitor to his emotions. A glare set in his eyes yet he had a tent in his pants and a blush on his cheeks. Hips rutting into nothing.

“I’m not—”

You shove it back in.

“Not what?”

Deity forgive him, he didn’t know if he hated that fact about you. Unbearable — that’s what he uses to describe you. Unbearable and cruel. A know-it-all. He could never tell you that. Not with the gun harshly pushing back and forth in his mouth, at least.

It was downright sinful.

Sinful, with the sounds that his throat was making. The muzzle poking at the back. He shouldn’t have a loaded firearm on his tongue. Not with you, a criminal that should be locked behind bars, treating it like it was your cock. Your treatment was rough, giving him little to no time to breathe. It felt uncomfortable, but so disgustingly good at the same time. This was your gun. The aftermath will have him lingering on your mind.

He shouldn’t want to be on your mind.

But he just can’t help it. He does have self-control, but you seem to simply take it away. He nearly smiles at the thought of you trying to come up with an excuse to why your gun was wet at the edges, maybe you’d forget to clean it, maybe you don’t even want to. Unknowingly, his hand wandered up to your belt. Shaky fingers took it off, achingly slow.

He finally pulled down your pants. A moan slipping into the muzzle as he wished that it was you in his mouth instead. But he had to wait. He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking it in a lazy manner. His eyes were hazy, throat for sure sore, and sweat on his skin. You bucked your hips into his palm, watching as he gags on your gun. Suddenly, a loud moan erupted from him, muffled. A wet patch forming on the crotch of his pants.

Fucking hell. You pant, currently in disbelief —

“Did you just cum?”

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[choslut]

WE’RE SO BACK. a blog reopening event by @choslut.

hi loves! so if you didn’t know, i went on a little (long) hiatus and now, a year later, i’m making my official return as @choslut !! i’ve missed tumblr and i can’t wait to get writing again :)

to celebrate my return, i'll be posting a series of 12 short fics over the course of 24 days. it'll work a little like kinktober, with each character i decide to write for having a main theme being followed throught the fic. i'm doing this in the hopes that i can make this blog a little more active again and regain some of my lost followers !! most/all works will be nsfw, so, as stated in my rules, minors do not interact with this event.

this event will be starting on 1st sept and all fics will be posted under the tag " ❲ luna’s return ❳ ", so make sure to follow it if you want to see what i post over the course of the event !! keep reading to see this event's masterlist, and i hope you enjoy !! <33

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ ⌇ MASTERLIST : complete! thank you for all the support <3

works containing dark/heavy content will have topics highlighted in bold.

DAY 1 : DRESS UP DOLL ft. satoru gojo — wc. 0.8k

tags // lingerie, daddy kink, light praise, creampie, possessive behaviour, spanking, light choking, hickeys, overstimulation (if you squint)

DAY 2 : SHARING IS CARING ft. toji fushiguro + shiu kong — wc. 0.7k

tags // voyeurism, phone sex, male masturbation, dirty talk, cowgirl, mentions of threesomes, slut shaming

DAY 3 : FWB ft. aki hayakawa — wc. 0.9k

tags // friends with benefits, semi-hatefucking, dirty talk, banter, heavy petting, angst, drug misuse (weed)

DAY 4 : THE COLOUR RED ft. yae miko — wc. 0.8k

tags // shibari, implied dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, voice kink, slight hand kink

DAY 5 : BABY MOMMA ft. kento nanami — wc. 0.9k

tags // breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle

DAY 6 : BLACKOUT ft. childe — wc. 1k

tags // asphyxiation, choking, dry humping, sparring kink, hate sex, light dirty talk, semi-public sex, light spanking, clit slapping, squirting, creampie, loss of consciousness

DAY 7 : SAY 'AAH' ft. wriothesley — wc. 0.7k

tags // orgasm delay/denial, public sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, edging, slight exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, public groping, slight praise kink

DAY 8 : BITE ME ft. miguel o’hara — wc. 0.8k

tags // biting, size kink, fingering, squirting, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, teasing, paralysis, venom usage, mentions of blood/blood licking, dirty talk

DAY 9 : LUCKY GIRL ft. daichi sawamura — wc. 0.9k

tags // panty kink, bimbo!reader, locker room, panty fucking, slight dubcon, overstimulation, squirting, clit stimulation, light dirty talk

DAY 10 : SURVIVAL ft. sniper mask — wc. 0.9k

tags // outdoor sex, misogyny, manipulation, creampie, spanking, fucking to survive (not really but he says it is), wall sex, orgasm delay, slight mask kink, god complex!sniper mask, implied dubcon

DAY 11 : SWEET TALK ft. choso — wc. 0.7k

tags // cunniligus, dirty talk, body worship, male masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, mentions of face sitting, feral choso

DAY 12 : INKED ft. suguru geto — wc. 1.1k

tags // tattoos, slight masochism, dirty thoughts, suggestive actions, possessive behaviour, tattoo artist x florist trope, voice kink, dirty talk, praise kink, latex kink (if you squint), implied fingering, marking (literally and figuratively), implied virgin!reader, slight dubcon

see my main blog masterlist here !!

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Ghost x Reader who is basically his scary shadow. Like yeah Ghost is big and scary, but reader is bigger and scarier.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader

Headcanons

I love big scary reader, I was imagining König sized reader (you know, the 6’10 the fandom makes him). I was imagining the reader wearing one of those sniper ghillie hoods with one of those masks that cover the lower part of the face and the neck.

They call you Hydra or Kraken as your callsign, because your big, scary, and no matter how many times you go down you come back stronger.

If Ghost is scary because of the stories about him, you are terrifying. Together the two of you make an image that would give many nightmares.

Cadets and even other high ranking military people have almost pissed themselves when speaking to Ghost and you seemingly appear out of nowhere and loom over his shoulder, staring down at them with unblinking and cold eyes.

You wear a sniper ghillie hood, so you look almost like a swamp monster with the hood up, since you also wear camo fabric over the lower half of your face and paint what little skin is visible with warpaint.

Where Ghost is scary but can be fun to be around as he likes to crack jokes and speaks to others if needed, you are a big silent shadow, mainly responding with nods, shakes of the heads, grunts or with your eyes.

The 141 don’t fear you though, they know your as much of a softie as Ghost. Though they were on edge the first time you met, and the Los Varqueros were also quite intimidated by you.

Soap calls you Nessie, since you lay low in swamps and other wet areas to snipe or do sneak attacks. It ends up sticking and becomes a nickname only your team calls you.

You regularly use your size to your advantage, be it to intimidate or harm enemies, since you can easily pick grown men up and crack them over your knee like a stick.

Gaz makes a joke about not ending up on your bad side, whilst Soap chuckles a little nervously as he sees you throw a man bigger than himself like he weighs nothing.

Ghost just hums in reply, finding you very hot as you go about your business on the mission, he loves to crawl you like a tree when its just the two of you, not that he would ever tell anyone that.

Ghost and you call each other by your real names when you are alone, wanting to separate from your callsigns and just be yourselves for a while.

He loves just how much bigger you are since you can wrap yourself around him and hold him close. Ghost also likes to be picked up and cuddled though he will never admit this.

The two of you spar together a lot and wrestle, and its 50/50 who wins most of the time. Your sparring always draws a crowd because you both are two of the best and have heavy stories hanging around about you, making the two of you almost seem non-human.

There have been multiple times where you have covered Ghost with your own body during battle, taking bullets for him or taking the brunt of an explosive. You are so large you can cover him with most of your body and keep him safe.

Ghost despises this since it means you get hurt, and its lead to arguments before and even the two of you not speaking for a while but you always end up making up and holding each other.

You both aren’t much for speaking about your emotions, but you but try to have communication in your relationship, though its taken quite a while to have gotten to the comfortable point you are at now.

[ghosts-cant-sleep]

Heeeeyyy, never requested anything but i think i'll give it a shot because i really like the way you write! You're really talented :]

Mayhaps a simon "ghost" riley x male reader? Reader is very provocative and loves getting reactions out of people, no matter if they are amused chuckles or annoyed groans. BUT Ghost is a brick wall and reader sees it as a challenge? Im sure your beautidul mind will come up with something interesting!

May i have the "🦇" as my anon emoji? (If its not taken of course!)

Thanksss, have an amazing day/night!

you can whistle for it

simon 'ghost' riley x male! reader warnings: idk how spotting works im just basing it off of that one american sniper scene kinda, suggestive innuendos, stupid jokes, not proofread, notes: i love specific anons sm :3 yall r so cute :3 ofc u can have 🦇 :3 lysm :3

fem dni.

"Y'know, Lieutenant, I've been thinking-"

"I doubt that."

"-You, me, alone under the stars... It's pretty romantic, don't'cha think?"

"No."

A heavy sigh pushes past [Name]'s lips, hia breath blooming into a faint mist of white, fading into the deep blues of the sky hanging high above them.

The snow crunches bellow his elbows with every breath, laying thick over the plantlife. Frost coated the leaves that shrouded the pair, snowfall left the branches bending under the weight, there wasn't even a peep from the local fauna.

And oh god, what he wouldn't give to be warm like them, huddled in a burrow, coat all he'd need to keep warm. Instead, he was left in thick, stiff winter gear, the cruel wind biting at the tip of his nose in spite of the fleece-lined gaiter.

Hell, he was surprised his rifle wasn't crusted in ice.

He wasn't surprised, however, to deduce that the poor weather seemed to reflect on his lieutenant's mood, as if being stuck on overwatch for hours on end wasn't bad enough.

[Name] laid with his cheek resting on the stock of his gun, index finger lazily tapping against the trigger gaurd to some unrecognized rhythm.

And Ghost was right beside him, nearly hyper focused on spotted. Each had their eyes trained on their respective scopes, and both were miserable.

Aching backs, necks swiftly growing sore, eye's dry, lips cracking, and faces all kn all feeling like they'd be ready to freeze off any moment now. And that's not even mentioning that this was the fourth time Ghost had essentially requested [Name] shut his mouth in the past thirty minutes they'd been in the field, which was frustrating enough for both of them.

And excuse him for not wanting to waste his night sulking in silence, but making the best out of a less than steller situation didn't seem to be something Ghost was capable of.

It was charming, in its own annoying little way-- the relentless chatter and constant quips and jokes, even if they sometimes boarded on ridiculously unprofessional. Whether it be an annoyed groan, a flustered chuckle, or a reluctant smile masked with a roll of their eyes, his little antics never failed to coax out some reaction.

Almost never.

And in all honesty, this self inflicted, fruitless journey to get so much as a scoff out of Ghost wasn't even the point anymore. Sure, to be met with anything other than stubborn apathy would be a breath of fresh air, not to mention satisfying after so long of any and all jokes, swipes, and thinly veiled innuendo being shut down with little remorse would be a delight. But now? [Name] just wanted something to distract himself from the cold that clung to his skin.

So, as always, to Ghost's dismay, he gives it another go.

Dispite himself, another sigh is huffed out. He glances over to Ghost, the sight of something other than his reticle feeling foreign.

"So..." He starts, situating his sights back to his scope. "You got a girlfriend or anything?"

He found the idea a little funny. The image of this big, stoic man holding hands or otherwise being sweet on some pretty little lady.

There's a stretch of silence, expectantly so, and [Name]'s already racking his brain for something-- anything, to say next.

"No."

The low rumble of Ghost's voice takes him by surprise, but it'd be foolish to dwell on it long. An answer's an answer.

"Figured," [Name] mutters out, adjusting the grip on his gun, rolling out shoulders in an attempt to ease the discomfort that's begun to festerbetweenhia shoulder blades. "Does that mean you're up for grabs then?"

Only the whistle of wind responds this time.

"I'll take that as a maybe." He might as well have been aimlessly talking to himself. Hell, that would've been more entertaining than this.

"Y'know, I'm sure deep down you do think I'm funny." Told you; relentless. Still, despite the smile hidden behind his mask and the slightly forced crinkle in his eye, [Name] couldn't quite hide the irritation growing thick in his own throat.

"I think you're a distraction," Ghost is swift to correct, his balaclava doing little to hide the annoyance in his tone. "A liability if you're not careful, so do shut up."

[Name] can't help but shake his head, a sharp huff pulling from his throat. Sure Ghost was his superior, and by no means were they supposed to be all buddy-buddy with one another. But jesus fucking christ, would it hurt to crack smile. Hell, even Price offers a pitty laugh on the rare occasion.

"It wouldn't kill you to have some damn fun one in a while." The words leave his mouth before his can think better of it, tounge sharp.

"It might," Ghost is quick to retort with just as much bite. For the first time since they settled down, his eyes leave the spotter, sending a well received warning glare [Name]'s way. "Give it a rest, yeah?"

Be it the weather, the job, a wave of bravery, or simply just [Name]'s long overdue annoyance reaching its peak, he, in fact, does not give it a rest.

"It's like you're scared of saying something interesting for once."

"Maybe I'll let you chew on some lead to shut you up. That interesting enough?"

"Christ."

Every stretch on silence is near unbearable. It feels like even the wind still in these moments. [Name] would prefer a constant flood of berating and hardly enjoyable banter from Ghost far more than this.

The tension of the moment breifly lingers before it disapates just as swiftly as it had arrived, the tension in [Name]'s chest easing. He lets out a soft breath, his grip adjusts, his elbows sink furth into the snow.

"Well-" Ghost interjects with gruff sigh, "-Soap told me you like jokes."

"Did he, now?"

"Where do generals keep their armies?"

"Up their sleevies."

"God dammit, Ghost."

[Name] purses his lips, effectively splitting it down the center, the heat from the sting made all the worse by the every present chill. He had more pressing matters to worry about. "Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"Sergeant."

"Humor me-- just this once, and I swear I'll shut up for the rest of the night." An obvious lie. However, Ghost doesn't try to correct it. "...Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"...Why?"

"If they closed both, they wouldn't be able to see."

Yet another discontent sigh leaves Ghost's mouth. But, [Name] could've sworn he almost heard a smile forcing its way onto Ghost's face as he spoke. "Now are you done?"

[Name]s response isn't instantaneous. His head lifts from the small of the stock, gaze leaving the scope and finding Ghost beside him.

Ghost was still, near statuesque if it weren't for the soft puffs of breath that seeped through the thick knit of his mask. [Name] knew Ghost liked being behind the trigger more than anything, but he was sure Ghost's ego swelled, even if just a tad, over being the one chosen to spot instead.

Only when Ghost's eyes meet [Name]'s does he retreat back to his scope. Still, he let's his stiff face pull into a grin. "Say whatever you want, but I think I am starting to get to you, Lieutenant."

"Oh, piss off." This time, he hears Ghost shift around in place, a tired groan accompaning the shifting of snow beneath him. "Just quiet down before I show you how to put that mouth of yours to good use for once."

"Awe, c'mon now, you-- huh?"

[toulousewayne]

Catching Strays Pt:111🐈‍⬛💎✨

Red Hood x male!reader who’s a cat burglar with a similar M.O. to Catwoman who’s on a crime spree.

Summary:Your a Cat Burglar who’s dressed similarly to Catwoman. You enjoy the thrill of the chase.

—————

Red Hood’s bike races down the highway, he weaves through traffic pushing his bike to its limits.

He glances down at the screen following the signal. “Please don’t do it.” He huffs as he rushes down a ramp off the highway and onto the main road of East Gotham, still rushing his way through the streets.

—-

Black Mask laughs to himself from his office, he just broadcasted to the GCPD and Batman that he wants 50 million dollars or he’ll release the bio weapon,and if Batman or any of his sidekicks come after him he’ll detonate the virus.

“You think they’ll come lookin’ boss?” Black Mask has his back to him looking at the Gotham City skyline. “The Bat ain’t stupid enough to come here, he’ll be looking for where I’m spreading the virus, good luck to him. I’ve got some insurance this time.” He chuckled.

—-

Y/n landed on his feet in the sewers, he stood up and looked around. He knew he could enter the building itself he’d have to work his way up. He began to run down the tunnels. The only sound was his footsteps and the sound of drilling. He came to an overhang and looked down to see Black Mask’s men setting up lines and tubes.

He crouched and walked for a moment before he noticed a table with blue prints and supplies.

What are you idiots doing?

He glanced at the blueprints and took a few pictures of them. He began to move along until he heard voices from around the corner.

“I’m in charge of this project not you, you’re just the hired muscle!”a man threatened, Y/n peeked around the wall and saw the man get picked up by his throat.

“You misunderstood enano, your boss has me overseeing this project. So get back to work,” he threw him and he landed close to Y/n who accidentally knocked over a bottle.

The man came into the light and Y/n saw Bane for the first time.

“Men, I think we have a rodent problem.” He chuckled and Y/n moved fast.

———-

“Red Hood what’s your ETA?” Batman’s voice filled his com. Red Hood raced into a turn, down a street and barreled towards Black Mask’s office.

“I’m nearly there.”

“Stop, don’t approach. He’s counting on that.”

Jason wanted to ignore him, he was seconds from reaching his destination but he looked up and moved as a gunshot nearly took his eye out. He turned down an alleyway as another gunshot range out.

“Snipers.” He growled.

“Any idiot how he can get in, Robin and I aren’t far from your location. He won’t get away with this.”

Jason shook his head, and noticed a open sewer grate,“Stray hasn’t done anything to Black Mask. He’s in over his head.”

“I don’t mean him, so long as he doesn’t kill him. “

“Well then you better hurry up because I don’t think Black Mask is working alone.” He noticed the room Stray was in and he was leaping out of the way of Bane’s attack.

Red Hood fired his pistol one of them nicking Bane’s shoulder. “Step away from him Bane, I won’t break those arms.”

Bane smirked, “So this is your pussycat, well then I’ll be extra careful with him.” He pressed the button on his wrist and Y/n watched in horror as he doubled in size, his veins extending and turning blue, his demeanor become more deadly.

“I’ll break you both into pieces!” Y/n back flipped away from him and leaped up to where Jason was.

“Friend of yours?”

“Not mine.” He fired at him which pissed him off more.

“Go!”

“I’m not running, from whatever that thing is.” He cracks his whip. The two smirk before jumping out the way of a barrel being flung at them.

Red Hood and Stray dodged out the way of Bane’s attack and would attack him while he was distracted.

Soon though Bane got ahold of Red Hood and through him through a wall sending him flying. Stray jumped and wrapped his whip around Bane’s neck. He jumped down from the rafters and choked him.

“I’ll—break—you.” Y/n took his claws and severed the tube in his head causing him to scream. He got down and moved away from him running to Red Hood who was getting to his feet.

“That’ll hurt tomorrow.” He dusted himself before turning to Y/n who wore an unreadable look.

“Let’s go.” He turned for the stairs. Red Hood followed him upstairs into the main hall of the office lobby.

“You can’t kill him, I get he’s your father—“ Y/n turned toward him and glared.

“Don’t, has many heads as you’ve let roll I don’t care what you or Batman thinks. He owns me.” Y/n sprinted for the elevator and slide inside it as the doors shut. Red Hood was now in a room with armed guards.

“Thanks Cat.” He ready his pistols but then the lights when out and the sound of glass shattered. Smoke soon engulfed the room and one by one they became picked off.

“Where is he?” Batman and Robin emerged from the smoke.

“Penthouse, we have to hurry.”

——-

“Honestly you and Nightwing have rather interesting taste in suitors.”

“Not now.” Red Hood sighed as they entered the penthouse. Batman went inside first and they took in the sight of a struggle.

“He’s gone.” Batman turned to the desk and saw it mashed to pieces. He picked up a black phone that had a shattered screen.

“Tt, a waste of a trip,it seems your friend is just as sneaky as Kyle.” Robin turned to leave the two men in the room.

“No blood, I think Black Mask was waiting for him. “ Red Hood stopped before turning to the giant window.

“The roof.” The two rushed out the room and toward the stairs until they were on the roof. Black Mask had Stray in a headlock as he was getting inside the helicopter.

“Get back Bats,I’ve got a hostage. I’m getting out of the city!” The helicopter was seconds from take off.

“Let him go!” Red Hood clocked his pistol but Black Mask did the same pointing it at Stray’s temple. Blood present on his face.

“You’ll die a painful death.” He spat at the man who pushed the gun farther toward his face.

“I’ll blow your head off kid, you’ve caused me a lot. And I don’t care if your kid I’ll fucking paint this rooftop red, you heard that Batman I’ll fucking repaint this roof.” He pulled them into the helicopter as it took off Red Hood ran to the edge and watched as it began to fly toward the city.

“We—“

“I’ve got that covered.” The Batplane came racing toward them and stopped at the edge.

“Robin follow us on the road, don’t lose Black Mask’s signal.” Batman ordered hopping inside with Red Hood joining him, they flew toward the helicopter.

——-

Stray is still in Black Mask’s iron grip and still manages to piss him off.

“What you not man enough to look at your son tarface.” Black Mask tightens his hold around Y/n neck.

“I will kill you kid, you maybe my flesh blood but your no kin of mine. I’ll drop from the chopper.” He spat. Y/n looked around but his weapons were seized and his mask too.

“Y’know you kinda look like her.” He chuckled watching the city as they passed by.

“Go Fuck yourself.” Y/n spat at him which earned him a hard shove. He nearly fell out the chopper but was grabbed by his collar.

“I really am starting to remember why I never wanted kids. “

The Batplane is now directly behind them and begins to fire at the helicopter.

Black Mask grabs an assault rifle and fires back at them. “I’ll kill you Bats!” Y/n yanks on Black Masks arms and he fires around the small aircraft even hitting the pilot. Black Mask yanks Y/n and stares at him.

“Your dead kid.” Y/n takes his claws and slashes Black Mask’s chest. He pushes Y/n full force and spirals down to the city below.

It’s all in slow motion, the bright and vast city surround him, window after window, balcony and neon signs fade past him.

He barely notices the figure the grabs him and grapples them to safety. It’s only once his feet touch the surface of the rooftop does his world stop spinning and he’s back from cloud 9.

“Did that bastard hurt you?” He looks up at the Red Hood who his clutching Y/n like he’s the only anchor he has to reality.

“No..I’m fine you caught me.” The look up and seen the chopper spiral and crashes into Gotham Bay. The Batplane flies toward the crash before returning flying farther into the city.

The rain starts again, though nearly move to get out of it. Instead Y/n lifts his hands to the help and removes it.

Jason’s face is back before him. The jet black hair matted to his skin, the white tuff proudly in the front it too was wet from sweat and the rain. The scar across his face that Y/n gently traced with his thumb. His eyes still covered by the red domino mask.

“Stray—“

“Call me Y/n.” He cut him off tracing his thumb now just below the bottom of Jason’s lip.

“Well if we’re on a first name basis, I’m Jason.”

“And somehow Handsome that suits you.” Jason pulled him close. He took his hand and pried off his last mask allowing Y/n to see those pretty green eyes.

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to hold you, you are something special to me, someone—I’ve never felt this before.”

Y/n grinned before pulling Jason’s head closer. “Well Red, I think that call that being smitten.”

Jason smirked, “Well my little thief I can say you’ve cracked the code to my heart.” Jason kisses him and the two men hold one another has the rain showers them from above.

When the finally break away his when Jason pulls away with a slight scowl.

“Did I do something?” Jason shakes his head at him press a quick kiss to his forehead.

“No, my family was listening and are killing the moment.” He slightly yelled the last part which caused Y/n to laugh.

“Well then I guess you better not keep them waiting.” He pulls Jason in for another kiss this one more passionate and gentle than the first one. He pulls away and smirks.

“I’m beginning to like this, a lot.” He grins holding his Stray.

“Well it’s just the beginning.” Y/n hands Jason his helmet and grins. Jason wraps his arm around Y/n’s waist.

“I think I know a guy who can get you some new gear, though he’s kinda broody.”

Y/n smirked, “Who your Father?” Jason blushes and looks away.

“Aww you want me to meet your Dad.” Stray tracks Jason’s emblem with his free hand.

“Babe I will leave you on this rooftop.” He fastens his helmet and grapples them away.

“You wouldn’t dream of it, you’d miss me teasing you to much Red.”

“I’m a lucky guy.”

“You sure are Red, you sure are.”

[biggestxsimps]

Heard Feelings

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Male Reader

A/N: I'm sorry it's so rushed, and that Simon is so ooc, I've got a request for him coming out, but I don't think I can write for him after that, at least for a little bit.

Can I also say, thank you guys so much for 250+ followers, we really appreciate it!!

PART 1: Unspoken Words

Y/N’s POV:

I was woken up by the sound of muffled talking. As I gained consciousness, I made out "I can't believe I'm doing this. You're not even conscious." My eyes remain shut as I hear the familiar gruff of the british man’s voice. I kept an expressionless face, I could feel his intense gaze wander my frame.

Nothing could've me prepared for his next words, “I want you, no,” He takes a dramatic pause, before huffing out. “I need you.” I no longer feel his eyes on me, cracking a slight smile at the man’s indirect confession. Words I never expected to come out of the Lieutenant's mouth.

I find it difficult to fall back asleep, his words replaying in my mind. I opt on just resting my eyes, waiting until he either says something else or decides to ‘wake me up’ to swap places.

I’m not sure how long exactly I had been laying down, I had chosen to just stare at the sky for the rest of the time I had to wait. Watching the stars before feeling a rough grip shake me. I turn my head and lock eyes with Ghost. “You’re awake?” I sit up, feeling his eyes pierce me. “Yeah, ‘couldn’t end up sleeping.”

I watch as the gears in his mind turn, his eyes widening as he clears his throat. “The whole night?” The nervousness in his voice was evident as he asked. I nod as he tears his gaze away. I move to get up, making my way to the already propped sniper. “Fuck” The man behind me grumbles as he throws his head in his hands.

Ghost’s POV:

Fuck, this wasn’t happening-

Wait, I don’t even know if he heard anything I said. I turned around to the (H/C) haired boy, his back facing me as he slouched to the scope of the sniper. “Get some sleep, Lieutenant.” He cocks his head to his makeshift bed, before adjusting himself. I sigh as I walk up behind him. “I’m not tired.” He looks up from the gun, raising an eyebrow before looking back at the building.

“You’re welcome to stay awake with me then.” I let out a grunt in response. Watching as he tinkered with the gun, fixing it to his preference. After a while of watching him, I felt the urge to ask, I tried my hardest to repress it but the words just came out. “Did you hear-” I stop myself as I gaze anywhere but at him, not truly wanting to know.

“Yeah”

“I didn’t-” “It’s fine Lieutenant, I found your words very sweet.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “How much did you hear exactly?” He turns around to me, that smirk still plastered across his face. “Enough to know you ‘Need me’.” I feel my teeth grit at that, I open my mouth to speak but he beats me to it. “Relax, I’m just fucking with you.” He lets out a short chuckle.

“I feel the same for you, that you feel with me.” He leans against the wall behind him, staring me down. “You do?” He smugly nods. “How long?” He shrugs, “I don’t know, ‘think it was ‘’Love at first sight’ or something.” He spoke about his feelings very casually.

He pushes himself off the wall before walking, stopping a few inches away from me. His hand wrapped around my covered cheek, his palm pulling my head (Up/Down) to meet with his. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” His eyes looked even prettier this close, his eyes drag down to my clothed lips. His free hand reaches up, slowly lifting the bottom of my mask, he pulls it to the top of my lips before resting the hand around my neck.

That's when I feel his lips on mine, fuck. I’ve been waiting so long for this. I grab his hair, pulling him deeper into the already sloppy kiss. We split for a couple seconds after losing our breaths, going straight back onto each other's lips. His hand reaches around my waist, pulling me closer-

“Prepare yourself soldiers, we have visuals on the 6th floor. Get into positions.”

My heart drops at the sound of the captain's voice, we immediately pull back from each other, breaths ragged and short. We just stare at each other before we move. We both stumble around, fixing our appearances before we move to the sniper. I duck down, aiming where I had been told, when I hear an out of breath laugh. I feel my lips tug up, my heart pulling as I speak. “That was- great.”

He sighs, “Yeah, shame it was cut so short.” He gives me a look before keeping his eyes back on the target. “We’ll just leave it for later.”

A/N: Can you tell I have no idea how guns and the army works.

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[demoman-kisser420]

Hello, I saw your new post. So I'm glad to ask about writing a all Mercenaries reaction "Reader have a Vitiligo" (you can google it, it's a skin disease). For me it's a beautiful thing, but I'm really curious about how all merc's will react.

You are free to use any part of body to show it (like face, back, arms, legs, hands etc.)

Gender is not necessary (would be grate if fem, but won't mind male or gn)

Manny thanks if you'll write it, have a good day/night! ☺☺☺

Any!Reader w vitiligo x the mercs <3

Scout

Woah y/n uh what's up with your skin.?

-asks alot of questions about it

-finds it cute

-if you were insecure about it be would help you alot by complementing the marks in specific

-was bullied for being different when he was a kid so he understands when u vent about ppl bullying you

Soldier

Maggot. What the hell is that? *points at a spot of vitiligo*

-will ask you never ending questions

-honestly he finds it bad ass

-will call it "war paint"

-he thinks that vitiligo is beautiful (that is when he finds out what it is 😭)

Pyro

*the mask is still on* they point at it and tilts there head slightly

-they are not new to scars or differences in skin so they find it unique

-will trace along the markings

-finds it really cute

-will draw along the markings

Demoman

Ay uh you got a little sum on yer *insert place* there

-honestly he really likes it

-will always kinda trace the markings when he's bored

-doesent ask alot of questions but is kinda curious

Heavy

He's never seen something like that before he's to scared to ask at first but you will catch him staring once he finally asks and you explain he kinda feels bad for asking

-at first he thinks it's like makeup or something

-is scared that he offended you while asking

Engineer

Hey uh darling I gotta ask you a question what are all thoose markings ya got.?

-feels dumb for asking

-will call u lady bug

-he finds it nice and unique

Medic

Already knew what it was

-He finds it rare and unique and would want to study you

-mein schätz vould you mind staying up a little later I vould love to study your skin a bit tonight?

Sniper

Is a little worried but not scared of it

Hey roo uh what are thoos marks ya got there

-once you explain he feels kinda dumb ad will chuckle it off

-calls your markings pretty

Spy

Once be finds out about what the markings truly are he finds it super attractive for no reason like it kinda tunes him on

-will kiss along your markings while wispering sweet nothings to you

(I'm sorry this was rushed but I love this request so fucking much I loved writing this and vitiligo is so pretty istg)

[mlmxreader]

Scharfschütze | König x m!reader

Anonymous asked: hi hi! i have returned! so for the könig x male sniper reader, the two prompts that really stuck from the list were "He's dangerous" and "I don't bite.” perhaps reader is spooky good at what he does and is called dangerous because of it or something along those lines jakzhzisjs

keep up the good work bro! the fics are amazing and you are amazing -🏹

summary: he likes you a lot, likes to spend time with you and to be near you, but the thing is - he’s just not been able to tell you how he feels, yet.

tws: swearing

König was spending some time with you and your SAS team, and although he was welcomed with open arms and was told not to worry much, he couldn’t deny that his little crush on you was getting out of control; call sign Carolus Rex, you were formidable, amongst the best snipers that your team had ever seen, and it wasn’t rare for them to compare you to Francis Pegahmagabow for it, either. You were stealthy on the battlefield, all the missions you had done and you never got spotted by enemies once, a ghost; you could take down an entire task force with just your rifle and a handful of bullets, and the SAS were quick to commend you for your services and to compliment you on a job well done every fucking time. König joined in from time to time, too, when he caught you alone, he would always tell you how much he had admired your work and your skills, and although he knew you couldn’t see it, he would always be blushing beneath his mask; a man as handsome and as lethal as you, it was difficult not to feel nervous when he was around you, and although he really wanted to, he never got the chance to ask you out. 

‘The Carolean’s Prayer’ by Sabaton was playing loudly as you relaxed in the office, feet up on the desk and your cap over your face as you tilted your head back so that you were facing the ceiling, tapping your foot along to the beat and humming it quietly under your breath; König wasn’t far, bouncing his leg to the tune as he nursed a cup of coffee, his mask pulled up just enough to expose his mouth and the tip of his nose as he blew on it to try and cool it down a little. He liked it when it was this way, when it was just you and him and your music; you always played Sabaton, Slipknot, Sodom, Cannibal Corpse, Cradle Of Filth, Bloodywood - and he always enjoyed the music when he had the time. Often, if he had any paperwork to do, König would do it when you were in the office and playing your music; he liked your quiet company and the loud heavy metal, he tolerated the smell of cigarettes and the bin that was always half-full with Red Bull cans. He liked to sit near you, too, to be close to you and to be able to hear your soft humming when you did it under your breath.

König looked at you for a moment, clearing his throat as he tried to get your attention. You took your cap from your face, chucked it on the desk and laid your hands on your stomach. “Yes, König?”

“Oberst Vargas goes home today,” he said quietly. “I just thought you’d like to know, Kapitän.” 

“Danke, mein freund,” you nodded, flashing him a smile.

The team’s words echoed in König’s head as he looked at you, swallowing thickly. 

“Don’t get too involved with Carolus, he’s dangerous. He’ll break you.” 

He shook his head, trying to clear it of those thoughts; he knew you were dangerous, he knew you were one of the best snipers in the world and that you could kill him if you wanted to and he wouldn’t even see you… but he wasn’t scared of you, despite your reputation, he couldn’t be scared of you. You had always been kind to him, always made him smile and your presence always made him feel a little more at ease. He loved you, he knew that, just as he knew that his crush on you was out of control. 

“König, why are you sat so far away?” You asked, tilting your head to the side as you grinned at him. Not knowing that your smile took every little ounce of breath that he had, tore it right from his lungs and stole it so brutally, leaving him breathless and bleeding. “You can get closer, mate, I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

Quickly, König pulled his mask down to hide the way that he blushed so furiously at the comment, clearing his throat and wondering why such a stupid remark made him blush so much; people said that sort of thing all the time, but when you said it… fuck, he couldn’t help it. “Ich mag dich, (y/n)... viel mehr als ich sagen kann.”

“Oh,” your eyes widened a little as you stared at him, but then you laughed ever so softly, and just like that, König was left breathless and bleeding all over again. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me earlier? Ich liebe dich sehr, König.”

He fell silent, letting the words digest; the SAS’s most lethal sniper had just told him that he loved him, and if he was really honest, König had not been expecting such a reaction in the slightest, and was a little unsure of how he was supposed to react. He shifted in his seat for a moment, but then figured, if you loved him as you said you did, he didn’t need to worry about how to react.

“Come here,” he said, tapping his thigh. “Bitte.”

You grumbled as you moved, mumbling complaints about how you were comfortable, but when he pulled you onto his lap, you laughed as you grinned. “Is this your way of hinting that you wanna ask me nicely?”

He shook his head, chewing at the inside of his lip as he put his hands on your sides; he had never met a man who had captivated every inch of him before, every nerve and every cell on fire when you put your hands on his shoulders and leaned into his touch. He couldn’t believe it, but he also stopped being nervous when you tugged at his mask. 

“Would you like me to take it off?”

“If you feel comfortable with that,” you told him softly. “If not… don’t worry. I was gonna ask, though, do you fancy coming to the pub with me later? I’m gonna get a meal, and… it’d be nice if you could join me - as my boyfriend, mind, not as the temp.”

König nodded, not minding if he seemed incredibly eager. “Ja, I would like that. As your boyfriend?”

“As my boyfriend,” you confirmed. “As the boyfriend of the SAS’s most dangerous sniper.”

if you liked this fic, REBLOG IT - you SHOULD reblog it; if you don’t wanna reblog, then you’ll get blocked; reblogging is the BARE MINIMUM.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Hi! I really like your writing, and I was wondering if you could you make a story of 141 meeting a Hispanic male reader that is loud, kind, funny, and caring and ghost falling in love with him even after saying he hates reader for being 'to obnoxious' please only write this if you are comfortable and have time. :) Thanks for your time hope you have a good day.

[A/n:Thank you for requesting]

Summary:You're loud, kind, funny, and caring, and even though Ghost always said he didn't like you cause you were "obnoxious," yet he falls for you

Type:Scenario:Ghost X Hispanic!M!Reader

Version:Mw2

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This definitely wasn't what Ghost thought was gonna happen. When you joined the 141 Ghost, he was annoyed by how loud you were, but he couldn't deny the fact you were funny. You made everyone at least chuckle at your jokes, or impersons, or whatever thing you did to be funny. Ghost couldn't help but chuckle at some of your jokes. But if you talk to Alejandro and Rodolfo in Spanish while laughing, he'd be worried, especially if you look at him. He denies the fact that he likes you for as long as possible. He finally accepts it when he stares at you with a weird feeling, not an uncomfortable one, more like a warm tightness in his chest. And the fact is that it's hard to talk to you. You had always been in his mind since he met you, you were everywhere, he could see you in every room he went in, every corner he turned, every hour of the day you seemed to be awake. In reality, he was subconsciously seeking you out every second of the day, like usual. Ghost had to train with you today. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited. Walking into the training area, he watched as you stretched across the room. Looking you up and down, you were wearing a simple tank top with shorts. Noticing Ghost, you yelled out a hello.

"Ghost! Hey!"

You waved at Ghost, clearly excited he's there. Ghost waved back slightly. You did a little jog to get over to him. Smiling wide, you dragged him over to the training area. Telling him to get ready, you started to set up the training for today. Ghost couldn't help but watch as you dragged things over, heavy things. He was mesmerized by how you manhandled those things. Shaking his head, he got back to work. Looking over, you smirked, knowing what you do to Ghost. Why else would you pick training with him. The more training went on, the more you silently teased Ghost, just in ways to make him flustered. Like getting close to him and telling him something, even if it was an accident, the closeness makes him flustered. Or hugging him after you win something or against him. Simple things like that. At the end of training, he again watched you put everything away.

"Ya know, Ghost, you don't need to drill holes in the back of my head"

He quickly looked away as you looked behind your shoulder. Looking directly at him, you laughed quietly. Walking over to him and sitting down on the seat next to him. Ghost looked over at you, now confused.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

You smiled wider than a second ago.

"Because"

Ghost raised his eyebrow, thousands of thoughts running through his mind. That was until you leaned forward, putting your hand on his knee. Your smile turns into a grin. His eyes widen as your face gets closer and closer to his. Breath hitching, he leaned back a bit.

"You adorable"

You kissed him, well kinda, since the mask was still covering his face. While he was still shocked, you pushed yourself off of him and walked out door. Walking into the kitchen, you collapsed into a chair, catching Soap and Gazs attention.

"Oh, hey, how'd training with Ghost go?"

Gaz asked, as he sits down next to you. You looked over, with a huge smile and blush.

"Well, I kissed him...after I called him adorable"

You murmured the last part...they still heard you.

"You called Ghost adorable?"

You looked at Soap and nodded.

"Ghost? Like the highly trained sniper that scares people so bad they can't look him in the eye and probably shit themselves over? That Ghost?"

You nodded. Gaz put his hand on your arm. Looking over, confused.

"You're crazy y/n"

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[A/n:Sorry, this took so long 😅 it was the only story I had an idea for, and I was also super busy. I hope you enjoyed]

[theltghost]

CHEMICAL REACTION | König x m!reader

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Bro idk how this happened I guess I just love men a lot 🫶🏼🫡. Anyway.

Fluff but also slight spice just enjoy the ride babe

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Focus Focus Focus… focus focus!

The masked male, who’s eyes were hooded over ever so slightly as he engaged in a dumb conversation with his friends, lazily dropped his hand to his thigh- laughing with a quick head toss backwards. His words, though not even audible due to the feelings you were wrapped in, were low and gravely, making your stomach twist and turn, that heat that was in your cheeks traveling down your body, passing through shoulders, arms, and stomach, even making its way down into your fingertips. There was something so toxic about the calm and cool sniper in your barrack that was dragging you deeper and deeper into his spell.

“Evergreen… he controls me….” your headphones betrayed you, the words filling your senses- though, only in one ear. Purple and yellow blurred your vision as the feeling of warm satin wrapping around your waist and abdomen engulfed you. What was this feeling? Why was the man in front of you so enticing? Why did your whole body yearn to be closer? Who knows. With a quick tug on his sleeve, the man who’s head was tipped back, peeked over to you, a quizzical look on his face.

A soft “oh” resounded through the now dim atmosphere, his hand slipping onto your waist to pull you impossibly closer. “My little maus here needs some help finding something outside, I’ll be back” he muttered, completely uninterested in whether they approved or not. The soldiers surrounding him nodded and whistled in acknowledgement, not sparing a glance as he slipped a finger through your belt loop, dragging you out of the room and into the empty corridors. Of course you tried to shake off the burning in your throat and fingers, but couldn’t. This type of closeness felt like a burning lake of fire on your skin.

Your eyes fixed on his slim fingers, the heat that pooled your stomach moving to your face again, that familiar shade of crimson blossoming across your cheeks and nose. Once you were out of view from anyone and in a secluded area, he carefully pushed the sniper hood off of his head and tossed it over his shoulder, smiling down at you with adoration.

He pushed you against the wall in an instant and made you look up, rough fingers delicately guiding your chin to meet his lips in a gentle and chaste kiss. It was short and sweet, but sent electricity through your veins, feeling like the world went quiet; the earphone long tossed over his shoulder to dangle.

“never change schatz. I love seeing your flustered state and those pleading eyes just for a moment of privacy- just for a kiss. God it’s intoxicating… look at those eyes..”

It all came out as a murmur and you felt like you might throw up from how scrambled your stomach felt. This felt unreal. His hand pressed to the warm jumper that adorned your frame.

“Please..”

And that’s how you two were left, lips locked in a needy and loving kiss, your hands gripping harshly at his soft locks, thumbs dancing over his soft skin. It was romantic. A fairy tale. Impossible love that felt inhuman. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[dumbbvnnyboy]

Can i request a Ghost x Male reader where Ghost becomes obsessed with the team's best sniper?

This is short and lowkey a self insert of me but it's taken so long to come out at this point lol

Hope you like it <3

Task force 141, it was dangerous, lonely, all that fun stuff, but we had a new guy join.

Our new sniper was y/n, he was funny, and flirty, and kind of stupid if I were to be honest.

Though when he was on the field he was amazing, quiet, quick, hidden, all the things a sniper should be.

At first I would just glance at him now and again, finding myself in a better mood when he was around, frowning when the other guys would reply to his flirty jokes.

It grew the closer we became, I started daydreaming about what it would be like if we were together, smiling anytime he entered a room, I'd never felt like this for anyone.

I don't exactly know why That is, maybe y/n is just special.

"Hey cumstain!" I snapped out of my thoughts as y/n walked into the room.

"Hey"

"Soo, what are you doing? I'm bored."

"Course you are."

"Hey, my brain should never be underestimulated for too long, trust me I'd be insufferable"

"You are insufferable"

He rolled his eyes as I smirked behind my mask.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

I was kinda surprised at the question for a second before shrugging.

"Alright, but it better be something good."

"I have re-animator downloaded on my computer."

"Oh hell ya."

He smiled and started walking towards his room as I followed.

He opened the door and we dashed in hoping to ignore seeing others.

Y/n quickly and quietly shut the door before grabbing his laptop and sitting on his bed.

I came over to sit next to him as he pulled up the movie.

My breath had quickened a bit and I started to feel my face heat up.

The movie started to play as he slumped back against the wall and leaned in closer to me.

He was calm and relaxed, focused on the movie.

I looked over to him for a second and he looked back at me amused and smiled.

He looked down and moved his hand on top of mine cautiously before looking back up at me.

I pulled up my mask and leaned into kiss him.

He was surprised for a second, then starting to kiss back, his hands pulling me in by neck.

I grabbed the laptop and set it behind me to scoot in closer, My hands resting on his hips.

We pulled away with a huff as he slumped into me.

"I knew you liked me."

He laughed and punched me as I smiled.

"That obvious huh?"

"Mm I don't think anyone else noticed, you know I'm especially good at observing people"

[charliethesimp]

Okay so here goes nothing. This is my first fanfiction i hope i did good. It's just a silly fluff oneshot.

König x male reader

Christmas

FLUFF

Short summary: Having your first Christmas with König

Long summary: Year after you both stayed at the base celebrating Christmas with your teams. And finally now it can be just you two. Your heart flattered at the tough.

Warnings: no warnings this is a teeth rotting fluff

Your head lies on the headrest of a passenger seat watching the falling snow pass window of the going car. You hum melody of some christmas song that's quietly sounding through the car. You pick your head up and look at the driver side. Köing's Charlie mask slightly illuminated in a weak light coming from the car. It was fully dark outside only front lights of the car uncovering the road infront of you even through the sun was still high up when you begun your trip.

This morning you were dismissed from the base for the whole holidays and to your luck König was too. For the first time from when you started dating you would spend Christmas together in your shared home. On your way there you stopped in some shops getting everything you needed. Thanks to the late hours König didn't get too much of stares. You were so excited to get home.

Christmas never were  your favorite holiday through your childhood because you never really had the happy and loving family atmosphere. It always was just stress, sadness and fighting. That why you now insist on having perfect Christmas. Nothing can go wrong everything has to be perfect.

The first Christmas after you two started dating went horrible. You were dismissed but König had to stay at the base. You understood that it could happen and accepted it but when you got home and were supposed to spend the Christmas alone you just broke down. Didn't even celebrate them that year.

Year after you both stayed at the base celebrating Christmas with your teams. And finally now it can be just you two. Your heart flattered at the tough.

The taller man registered the faint humming of his boyfriend going quiet.

"Everything okay?" He asked pulling you out of your thoughts. "Hmm? Yeah." You sighted. "I just can't believe we are going to finally spend the Christmas alone." Your shoulders relaxed. "I'm so excited." Köing only answered by putting his hand on his boyfriend's thigh giving it a light squeeze.

Not long after that the car has come to stop. They were home.

You stretched still sitting inside the car and yawned. All of your tiredness left when cold air touched your hot skin. Taking all bags from the car you entered the quiet house together. 

Both of you leaving the bags at the door can't be bothered to empty them right away. Probably won't even get to it today you just wanted to rest.

Few days passed and your house was already all decorated. Fairy lights and all kinds of winter themed ornaments everywhere. Can't forget the tree in corner of your living room that you decorated together with König.

Evening of Christmas was quite cold. The still falling snow outside giving quite good atmosphere to this special day.

You walked to the living room with two steaming cups in your hands the TV goingon quietly. You and König were watching the Grinch together. Your eyes landing on the santa hat sitting on top of the sniper mask. You remember the struggle of trying to put that thing on König. Him making fun of you for not being tall enough and you trying to get him to bend down. Your eyes moving lower to scan over his cowered face to the ugly christmas sweater he was wearing. Matching with the one on you.

"Careful, it's hot." You said as you put the steaming cup of hot chocolate into his big hands.

Sitting down and leaning on his chest you took a sip from your cup.

König put his cup down on the coffee table so he could sneak his hands around y/n waist pulling the smaller man closer to him both of them enjoying the moment. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek as you leaned your head on his shoulder watching the movie. You couldn't imagine a better way to spend the Christmas then cuddling the love of your life while watching movies and sipping hot chocolate.

After finishing some more Christmas themed movies it was dark outside. Close to midnight probably.

König straightened up moving you slightly away.

"I have something for you."

The giant of a man pulled god knows from where a small wrapped present pushing it into your hands.

"It's not much..."

You tore the paper down from the box as your eyes shined in excitement.

Köing continued: "It's kind of lame..."

You enthusiastically opened the box reveling what's inside.

A framed picture. From one of your first dates. When König was still all shy around you. On the pictures he have one of his hand wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him as you kiss his covered cheek. You would  bet that he is blushing there.

"I should have gotten you something bigger because you deserve better hell you deserve the worl-" you cut him of by putting your lips on his. Well still covered ones.

"Thank you i love it!" You gave him one last squeeze before leaving and disappeared into another room leaving Köing taken aback by the sudden shift.

That man was blushing so hard even when you returned with your hands behind your back.

"I didn't have time to wrap it but i too have something for you."

He shifted up in his seat.

"What is it Liebechen?" Köing grew impatient quickly.

Even tough you enjoyed seeing him all excited and restless you didn't tease any longer reveling your hands and most importantly the gift.

It was a bigger teddy bear dressed in little soldier attire. In König big hands he looked a lot smaller it was cute.

"To help with your anxiety when i can't be there for you. Perhaps when you will be on the base alone and will feel stressed you look at him and will remember that i'm always there for you."

König squeezed the little- well little to him bear in his hand as his other hand travelled to your cheek pulling your face to his. Leaving a sweet peck on your lips before he put the plushie down. With his now empty hand he slightly pulled the sniper hood up just above his lips and kissed you properly this time.

"Ich liebe dich so sehr Y/N." He breath out grooming your face in his hands.

"I love you too."

He pulled you into a bear hug well with König it's always a bear hug.

"Sie bedeuten mir alles."

You enjoyed the warmth of his chest listening to his calm heartbeats and his deep breaths.

König kept his head buried in the smaller man's hair taking in his smell.

"Ich kann nicht ohne dich leben." He kept him close. Y/n was so precious to him. Always there for him whatever happens. This little gesture made him feel so seen. He was so in love so determined to die by this man's side.

You wish you could stay like this forever. In his arms. Loved. But this magical moment had to end sooner or later. You pulled slightly away to stare into his eyes.

"This have to be the best Christmas i ever had." You left a peck on top of his nose.

"Want to watch another movie?" You asked excited cuddling up to him.

"Sure."

You turned on something soon focused deep on the story. Again lying on König chest his hands wrapped around you. You couldn't see how he was looking at you fully ignoring the TV. Just keeping his eye on your face taking in every detail. His eyes full of love.

[simp999]

☆Simp's Masterlist☆

I specialize in fluff, hurt/comfort and (strangers to) friends to lovers! Basically my fics are 90% fluff and relationship building, and just a tad bit of angst for the feels~

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⛓Angst

🌸Fluff

🌹Romantic

🍡Platonic

(🌹/🍡 can be seen as either)

Note: some stories have all of the above, so the order of the emoji is the same as the order in the story. For example: 🌸🍡🌹⛓ starts fluffy and platonic, ends with romantic feelings and angst.

Most of my fics are gender-neutral, They/Them pronouns used! I'm much more comfortable writing gender-neutral and male readers for personal reasons ww

Love ya'll <3

Splatoon manga:

A New Home (series) 🍡🌸⛓🌹

(Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader)

What happens when you get sent to Inkopolis, and begin to meet your favorite manga characters? Will you change the story? Will they love you? Hate you?

(Bloopers/Notes. Updated every chapter.)

Ch. 1: Where am I? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 2: New people? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 3: We are the Army. Wc: 1k

Ch. 4: If memory serves wrong... Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 5: Decisions, decisions Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 6: Hooooww Anooooying. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 7: SUB WEAPON HELL! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 8: Newfound Family. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 9: Shopping Spree! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 10: Skull's Territory. Wc: 1k

Ch. 11: A Misunderstanding? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 12: Getting Too Comfortable. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 13: Player Two? Wc: 1.7k

Ch. 14: ...You Didn't See That. Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 15: Sweetheart. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 16: An Unexpected Meetup. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 17: Not Much of a Choice, Huh? Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 18: Challengers Approach! Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 19: Freshest Squid on the Block! Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 20: The Absolute King. Wc: 1.6k

Ch. 21: A Crushing Defeat. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 22: It Only Gets Tougher, I Promise. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 23: New and Improved Team. Wc: 1.9k

Ch. 24: The Calm Before The Storm. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 25: You're like me! ...not. Wc: 2.05k

Ch. 26: Another Step to De-throne the King. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 27: Shoot For The Stars. Wc: 1k

Ch.28: Tranquility Before Chaos. Wc: 1k

Ch.29: What we Have. Wc: 1k

Ch.30: Pre-Battle Preperation Wc: 1.3k

Ch.31: Game On! Wc: 1.6

Ch.32: Someone to Remember. Wc: 1.1k

Ch.33: Someone to Miss. Wc: 1k

Ch.34: Someone to Hate. Wc: 1k

Ch.35: A True Family. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 36: Bloodlust. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 37: No, no! It's... Exactly What It Looks Like. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 38: Mistakes. Wc: 1k

Ch: 39: The True Family. Wc: 1k

Ch. 40: What Now? Wc: 1k

Ch. 41: New Feelings. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 42: Things are ... alright. Wc: 1k

Ch. 43: Things are not alright. Wc: 1k

Ch. 44: Healing. Wc: 1k

Skull:

Oneshot - Bully the Charger 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Army:

Drabble - Please Rest. 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Mask:

Oneshot - One of Those days, With a Twist. 🌸🌹🍡

It's one of those days- the ones where he just wants it to be over so he can feel better again. His hay fever was horrible, but maybe this time it wasn't so bad.

Wc: 1.6k

Team Yellow-Green:

Rider:

Physical Affection? No Thanks.⛓🌹🌸

Wc: 0.9k

Rock On! Rider x Rockstar! Reader 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.4k

Stealth:

The Deca Tower Crush 🌹🌸

Wc: 1.7k

Team Monarch:

Emperor:

My Monarch.🌹🌸⛓

Wc: 0.6k

Team Fortress 2:

All Mercs:

The Moment the Mercs Realise they enjoy Being Around Reader 🌸🍡/🌹(bit of angst for one part.)

Wc: 2.3k

Merc's reaction to their S/O picking up on their words/phrases/slang that they use 🌸🌹

Wc: 2.4k

Mercs with a Badass Fem Pilot! Reader🌸🍡+🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Sniper:

I Appreciate You. - Oneshot ⛓🌸🍡/🌹

Includes reader comforting (hints of being autistic) Sniper who feels bad for being distant, and stargazing.

Wc: 1.7k

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Pyro:

Knowing sign language (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

Imagine Pyro's excitement when they meet someone that can finally understand them. Fluff ensues.

Wc: 0.3k

Heavy:

Heavy reads to you when you have trouble sleeping (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

A sleepless night turn into soft snores after heavy reads to you in his mother tongue.

Wc: 470

Heavy With Reader Who Struggles With Managing Their Anger 🌸🍡/🌹 (Headcannons+Mini drabble)

Wc: 0.7k

Demoman:

Demo x Male! Reader Headcannons+Mini Drabble 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.8k

Engineer:

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Soldier:

BLU! Soldier: You have me. - Oneshot (hurt/comfort) ⛓🌸🌹

Wc: 1.8k

Medic:

The Red Means I Love You - Comfort/Fluff Oneshot 🌸🍡/🌹

Wc: 1.7k

Medic x Overworked! Reader - comfort/fluff oneshot 🌸🌹

Wc: 850

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Baby Birds~ Drabble 🌹🌸

Wc: 0.4k

I Like The Sound Of Your Voice - Drabble🌹🌸

Wc: 230

Scars - They're Not What You Think.🌹🌸

Wc: 240

Medic x reader who understands his birds🌸🌹

Wc: 320

Lutz Kruspe (Goth medic OC):

Dating headcannons 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.5k

Lutz x Punk! Reader🌸🌹

Wc: 0.4k

Proto:

Little Fri-iend!! 🌸🍡

Proto x little! NV! Reader drabble

Wc: 0.7k

Medibot/Otto:

Misunderstandings 🌸🍡

...Yeah, humans usually have their heartbeat quicken. It's normal.

Wc: 370

Medibot Oneshot - Overstimulated ⛓🌸🍡

He knows what it's like, he really does. He'll do everything he can to help, and maybe reveal some hidden feelings while he's at it.

Wc: 2k

Dexx:

Philia; Platonic Love - Dexx/Sniper 🌸🍡

Is platonic love such a hard thing to understand?

Wc: 2.5k

Sonic:

Knuckles the Echidna:

Lazy Day. 🌸🌹/🍡

Imagine being the first person to help knuckles finally truly relax.

Wc: 1.1k

Pokémon:

Giacomo:

I'm So Proud Of You☆ ⛓🌸🍡🌹

I'm So Proud Of You☆ pt. 2 ⛓🌸🌹

You were the one good thing in his life and he wants to make the best of it.

Total Wc: 9.1k

Arven:

All Good Things Come To An End. 🍡⛓🌹🌸

Sorry Arven, we'll have to hang out some other time.

Wc: 2.6k

Beyblade Burst:

Ken Midori:

Short Lived.🌸🍡🌹⛓

Just enough time for feelings to develop, but not enough to act on them.

Wc: 5.4k

Tokyo Revengers:

Various:

A New View On Life 🍡🌸

Oh how you lived for this thrill. Nothing could compare to the serotonin you get with these stupid boys.

Wc: 2.5k

Takashi Mitsuya:

Small Scares~ 🌸🌸🌸🌹

Halloween Special! Who would've thought that your strong gang-member boyfriend was afraid of horror movies? Time to comfort our favorite malewife!~

Wc: 1.2k

Shuji Hanma:

The Angel And The Reaper ⛓⛓⛓🌹

Halloween Special! Angst to the brim. What the hell is this feeling? Is it love? Disgusting. We love an unhinged reader.

Wc: 1.7k

Matsuno Chifuyu:

Familiar? 🍡⛓🌸

Baji? No, you're not him. But Chifuyu can't ignore the sense of comfort you give him.

Wc: 2.2k

TMNT:

2013 TMNT x Rise! Reader

Do I Know You? 🌸🍡

Do I Know You? Pt. 2 ⛓🌸🍡🌹

Damn it, Rise Donnie! Why'd you send me to 2013? Oh well, better make the best of it! (2013 Donnie x reader mostly, platonic for everybody else.)

Total Wc: 5.8k

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Please include a senario idea in your request. I'll do it in whatever form I feel like unless specified: Drabble, headcannons, or Oneshot.

[treasurecitymoonchild]

Chapter 3 - Starstruck

story: The Lieutenant's Shadow - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

cw: fem!reader, ghost's pov, violence, fighting, blood, mentions of scars, mentions of death, cursing

word count: 5,412

chapter summary: Ghost's mind has been unable to think of something else since you've arrived at the safehouse.

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Ghost's most important duty at that moment was trying to get you off his mind.

You had his attention from the moment you stepped out of the helicopter. An unfamiliar feeling came over him when he had first laid his eyes on you outside of the safehouse this afternoon, and it hadn't left him since. He couldn't quite place it, but he knew that he didn't like it. It was distracting him. 

Ghost had noticed you staring at him for a while when Soap was showing you around the outside. You were wearing a mask, just like him. That caught his attention. You were hiding something, what could it be? What were you withholding from the world to see?

He scolded himself for his curiosity. Ghost never cared about a new recruit assisting the Task Force since it was always temporary, always just for one mission. He's had female teammates in the past, but he never let the thought cross his mind of making the relationship with them more than platonic. Besides, Ghost didn't give a shit if someone had a cock or a vagina. Take their gender away, and everyone is the same. Most of them will only care about themselves anyway.

Ghost tried ignoring your presence, but his eyes were glued to you from the start. When he caught his blatant staring at you again this afternoon, he got up from the army crate and left the armoury to try and get his mind occupied on other things. 

Why did he feel like this? Hell, he didn't even know what he was feeling. Ghost didn't feel, not like this. All he knew was that he really didn't want anyone to mess with his feelings when one of the most important missions of his life waited around the corner. 

Ghost had spent the rest of the day planning a scoping mission in a separate room of the safehouse. While trying to mark specific points of interest on the map of Al Mazrah he had spread out in front of him, his mind kept crawling back to you and he had no idea why. He hadn't even talked to you or seen your face, all he had seen was your body from a distance. Was this his dick talking?

It wasn't the fact that he hadn't seen a woman in a while. It was the fact that he knew he had to partner up with you. Ghost didn't need a partner in the first place, he always worked better alone. Price insisted on hiring one for killing Hassan. When his captain told him that he would be partnering up with a Shadow, Ghost felt insulted. He couldn't understand why Price felt the need to partner him up with a Tier One soldier. As if he wasn't good enough. He had made sure to let Price know that he wasn't pleased when the captain told him his plans a couple of days ago.

"Do you think I can't do it?" Ghost asks his captain.

Price gives him a look that screams 'are you shitting me?'.

"I'm sure you can blow the bloke's face off from miles away. But so can she, Simon."

Ghost slightly freezes for a second. She? He always thought the Shadow Company was an all-male faction.

"You need another pair of eyes and ears for this. We can't risk Hassan getting away. The man screams danger, and we can only guarantee safety when he is looking up at the grass. This mission can't fail."

"I never fail," Ghost tells Price, staring at him while slightly irritated. "My eyes and ears have always come from the privates we hire for missions, so I don't see your point here."

Price rubs his sideburns before grabbing a cigar from the tin box that was situated on the planning table. He lights it and takes a big hit.

"They aren't specifically trained with a sniper rifle. They can assist you on the ground, sure, but once it comes down to taking out Hassan, it'll be just you who can do the job. AQ is too dangerous for that, they'll do anything for their leader. You've seen what they did to the children in Taraq village. They have no mercy. I can't have you dead, Simon." 

Ghost stares at his captain for a while, before ever so slightly nodding his head. He knows that arguing about this is pointless. Once Price has made a decision, there is no chance of changing his mind.

"Fine. But I'm not babysitting her."

Price huffs out a laugh.

"Trust me, Simon. She doesn't need to be."

Ghost recalled the conversation of a couple of days ago when he was talking to Soap in the common room later that day. Soap had asked him if he was looking forward to working together with you, 'the new girl', as he called you. There was no need for Soap to call you that since Ghost already had made sure to study your file intently before you joined, but that he didn't say. He knew who you were. He knew your skills. He just didn't know what you looked like. Just like with his file, there was no picture attached to yours. He thought that was odd at first, but when he saw you wearing a mask on arrival, it all fell into place. You liked your anonymity, and so did he. 

Therefore, it came as a big surprise to see you walk into the common room without your mask. Ghost was about to answer Soap when his eyes shot in your direction, immediately taking in your uncovered features. His mouth slightly fell open under his mask: you were absolutely beautiful.

Soap noticed the frozen state of his lieutenant and turned around with a frown. When he noticed you, he immediately walked towards you, grabbing two MREs on the way. Ghost was left by himself, still looking at you in awe. When he caught himself staring again, he quickly turned around, his back facing your way.

He fumbled with his water bottle as he tried visualizing your face in his head, going over every single detail he had observed when you came in. He had noticed your striking eyes before, but little did he know that that wasn't the only beautiful thing about you. Your cheeks were tinted with a crimson colour, probably from the nervousness of walking into a room full of unknown men. Your hair looked rough, which wasn't surprising given the mask you had worn before. He was all too familiar with that. It still looked good somehow, your (h/c) locks framing your face gracefully. 

Ghost's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered seeing something across your face. Not sure what it was, he glances over at you to get one more look at it. He tries doing so as quickly and subtly as possible. When his eyes land on your face for a brief moment, they widen. 

A big light-pink scar marked your face. It looked like something had slashed across it. Ghost started wondering how you gained it. Was it in battle? Was it something that happened before the army? It made you look incredibly badass, yet so fragile at the same time. His thoughts went over the placement of the scar again. It started above your right eyebrow and stopped just above the corner of your lip. He couldn't help but notice how plump- 

Ghost shook his head. Get a fucking grip, Simon.

"Assassinating targets to 2500 feet away with one bullet to the head."

Ghost's ears perk up at your comment as your voice shakes him out of his dazed state. 2500 feet? Impressive. 

He glances to his left to see that some men are looking towards the conversation happening in the middle of the room, which makes his head turn around almost simultaneously as well. There you are, seated at a table with Soap, Gaz and another private. 

"Yeah right, and I can stop a bullet with my bare hands." The sound of Henderson's degrading voice makes Ghost's ears hurt. Ghost hadn't been able to see eye to eye with the man for a while. Henderson always thought he knew better than everyone else, even though he was just a stupid private that had nothing on him. He notices Henderson's intimidating look towards you, making Ghost fully aware of the altercation happening a few feet away from him.

"Wow, good for you," you tell Henderson, sarcasm lingering in your voice. Ghost suppresses a pleased grin underneath his mask. However, that grin soon disappears when Henderson decides to open his mouth again.

"Is that how you got that thing on your face? Guess you missed one of those so-called far-away targets?" The remark made Ghost's fist clench around the water bottle, the plastic making a crackling sound as he does so. 

"Man, shut up," he hears Soap say. Ghost watches you slowly putting down your fork as you try to keep calm. He is quite surprised at how you're handling this, he would've ripped the man's head off his torso if it was him. Your calm state doesn't last long, as Ghost hears you let out a loud huff before yerking her head towards Henderson, a furious look on your face.

"Listen here, you little shi-"

Ghost leans away from the counter to step in, but refrains from doing so when he sees Captain Price walk in. He towers over Henderson from behind before speaking up.

"Viper doesn't miss far-away targets, Henderson. That's why she's been hired to kill Hassan, and not you." 

Tell him, Captain.

Ghost watches Henderson's expression change into an annoyed one. The private glares at you before he gets up to walk away. Ghost's eyes followed Henderson as he walked out, frustration building up inside him. He feels incredibly agitated, and it didn't even happen to him. Henderson should have tried acting like that towards him: he wouldn't be able to tell the tale. An unusual thought creeps into Ghost's mind. 

Should he go after him and teach him a lesson?

Ghost glances over at you. As if you could feel his gaze on you, you turn your head almost immediately, accidentally staring straight into his eyes. There is a brief moment of eye contact, causing a burning feeling to erupt in Ghost's chest. You look away from him just as quickly as you met his gaze, leaving Ghost to reminisce his previous thought. He's been wanting to put this asshole in place for a long time, he just never had a valid reason to rightfully do so. 

Until now.

A fist collides with Henderson's ribs. He yelps in pain, causing Ghost to put his gloved hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds coming from the helpless man slumped in front of him.

Ghost had caught Henderson when he was smoking a cigarette outside, a couple of hours after the altercation with you in the common room. He knew that Henderson liked to light one up just before he went to hit the sack. He had to find the right time to confront him without anyone noticing, so he decided to strike when most of the team was already sleeping. 

Ghost at first had resolved to confront the man only with words. However, Henderson didn't show remorse for his earlier remarks against you. He instead loudly laughed in Ghost's face, asking him why he cared so much anyway. When he had stepped closer towards Henderson, the guy pushed hard against his shoulder, sending Ghost over the edge. 

His first punch made contact with Henderson's cheek, causing his head to jolt back. Before the man could realise what just happened, Ghost had already pushed the man against the wall of the safehouse. Henderson didn't budge, a nasty smile spreading across his face. That was probably the concussion talking because there was no way in hell that someone would laugh like that after one of Ghost's punches. Ghost grew more and more irritated by the man's demeanour, making his fist collide with his face once more. Henderson slumped against the wall.

He tried refraining from punching the man in the face too much so that it wouldn't be too obvious that Henderson had taken a beating. Obviously, that failed. The first punch had already left quite a discolouration on his cheek. Besides, Henderson had a face that just begged to be punched.

Ghost was now towering over the man, his breathing unsteady from anger. Anyone in his right mind would try not to challenge Ghost in this state, but not Henderson. Instead, the beat-up soldier gargled and seconds later, spat in his superiors' face. 

Ghost stood there for a couple of seconds, trying to hold himself back from twisting the guy's neck on the spot. Alternatively, he took a deep breath before punching his sternum with full force. Henderson slouched forward on the ground, gasping for air. Ghost could've sworn that he felt something crack underneath his knuckles, but he didn't care. He deserved it.

It felt so good to mutilate the man that's been getting on his nerves for weeks. Ghost had a lot of anger issues, but almost never took them out on other people. Someone really had to enrage him to push him into this current state. Henderson had been doing a great job at annoying him for weeks, but tonight's altercation between him and you had sent Ghost over the edge. He had no right to talk to you like that.

 "Get the fuck up off the floor," Ghost said through gritted teeth. He yanked Henderson off the ground by his arm, making the man shriek in pain. He pushed him against the wall again, putting his hand around the man's throat to keep him in place.

"In my team, you treat everyone with the utmost respect. You are nothing more than an incompetent, selfish piece of shit who will never reach our level. Don't think for a second that you can strike that tone against my people again, understand?"

Henderson didn't answer, his injured state making him incapable to do so. Ghost grabbed his chin with force, causing the private to look up at him with droopy eyes. 

"I said, do you understand?"

The man quickly nodded, giving Ghost the satisfaction he wanted. He dropped his hand from Henderson's neck, causing him to stumble forwards and put his hands on his knees. Ghost recognized that stance from when Henderson was challenging you in the common room. The man now didn't look so confident about his actions as he did before. How the tables have turned. 

Ghost raised his finger in front of Henderson's face. The man's eyes widened as he slowly looked up at his lieutenant. His breathing wheezed after each inhalation, making him sound like an exhausted dog. Ghost gave him a death stare.

"If I hear you talking to anyone about this I will fuck you up so badly that you will have to shit in a bag for the rest of your life. If you even are alive, that is. Now, fuck off."

An hour after he beat the shit out of Henderson, Ghost had gone inside the safehouse with the plan of trying to get some shut-eye. However, the moment he entered the sleeping area, a wave of restlessness washed over him. He felt on guard, uneasy even. He had no reason to since everyone was asleep and there were no direct threats around him. Not anymore at least. He glanced over towards Henderson's bed, finding him sound asleep. The beating he took probably knocked him out quite literally.

Ghost reached his bed quickly since it was the closest to the door. He stood next to it, staring at the neatly folded covers. He wasn't tired, but he wasn't anywhere near energized either. His left hand began pulling at the fingers of his right-hand glove, preparing to take it off. He stopped when he noticed blood splattered across the white skeleton print. Even though his hand was hurting, the blood on his glove wasn't his. Ghost smirked when he recalled his fist colliding with Henderson's face. Still got it.

He took off his gloves while looking up to oversee the room. That's when something, or rather someone, caught his attention. The light from the corridor that peeked through the crack in the door illuminated your beautiful shiny hair that spread across your pillow. Your back was turned towards him, your head almost disappearing from how deep it was buried in your pillow. Your breathing was so slow and steady that it started to ease his restless state.

Ghost stood there blatantly staring at you, for the umpteenth time today. He wasn't scared to get caught at this hour, since everyone was fast asleep, including you. It almost made him forget how creepy he must've been looking if anyone were to wake up right now. But he didn't care. He felt something when looking at you, something that made his eyes glued to you. 

But what did he feel? Why did he even feel anything? He didn't know. For the first time in years, Ghost genuinely didn't know what he was feeling. He always knew what he felt because there were so few feelings to acknowledge. He had felt so little these past months, years even, but now it was like a bomb full of feelings had gone off inside of him. 

Ghost shook his head, throwing his gloves on his pillow. He needed to get these thoughts out of his head. He couldn't do that if he was in the same room as you. Ghost turned around and made his way back outside, where he would finally be able to take off his mask and feel some fresh air on his now-flushed skin. 

Ghost had been outside for almost two and a half hours. He was alone most of the time, with only a private instructed to change watch with his colleague coming outside. The guy didn't expect to see his lieutenant there, and he most definitely didn't expect his superior to tell him that he himself would take watch for the rest of the night. When the private tried explaining that he really didn't mind, Ghost kindly told him to fuck off.

He was caught up in his thoughts most of the time. Overthinking came easy to him when he was by himself. Ghost had learned to live with it, but normally his thoughts were either army-related or about his past. With your arrival, a woman suddenly took over his mind. A woman who he didn't know and hadn't even spoken to. It was your first day here for Christ's sake. You could be a massive bitch for all he knew. How is he supposed to work together with you if he couldn't even think straight? 

And why did he feel such a need to beat up someone who talked shit about you? Okay, Henderson did deserve a beating anyway, but still. Ghost felt like he just couldn't let the fucker go unpunished. But why now? Why with you? People had talked shit about his teammates in the past, and then he didn't so much as verbally abuse them. Why did he feel the need to protect you?

Ghost sighed as he rested his head against the wall. He tried clearing his mind by focusing on the cool desert wind blowing against his face. It was a nice feeling after having his face covered by his mask all day. He closed his eyes for a while, breathing in deeply. He liked the nocturnal silence. At this time of night, no one would bother him or ask him any questions. Or so he thought.

His seemingly everlasting alone time was soon interrupted by the sound of a door creaking open. Ghost quickly put his mask back on, adjusting it just as fast to look towards the source of the sound to his right. He squinted his eyes a little, trying to get a detailed picture of the person pushing open the door. He was stunned when he saw you walking out. 

You were completely oblivious to Ghost hiding in the darkness a few feet away from you. Ghost looked at you, unsure of what to do. You had closed your eyes for a brief moment, just like he had seconds ago, to take in the cool gusts of wind that blew your hair out of your face. His eyes travelled towards your hand resting on the door, for the first noticing time how small it actually was. He couldn't imagine how small hands like that could handle a heavy sniper rifle with such ease and grace as everyone was saying. The thought of what other things your small hands could do started to come up, but he quickly stopped that thought from getting too nestled in his brain. 

Ghost turned his head back and continued to stare into the distance in front of him. Without further thinking, he decided to announce his presence by speaking up.

"You shouldn't be out here."

He immediately regretted saying that. He was kind of glad you were out here, with him. He just didn't want your first time speaking to one another to be at four in the morning, just hours after he beat the crap out of the guy who spoke shit about you.

You had jumped at the sudden sound of his voice. In the corner of his eye, he saw you frantically looking around in the dark. When your eyes finally landed on him, he could hear your breath hitch in your throat.

"Lieutenant, you almost gave me a heart attack." Your soft voice spoke. The sound of it rang in his ears like a siren's song. Hearing you speak directly to him for the first time made his heart flutter, but it also suddenly made him incredibly aware of the situation. Here he was, alone with the sergeant that he couldn't get out of his head since this afternoon. All his senses were on edge, but he couldn't make you aware of that. Instead, he returned to his trusted impassive demeanour.

"At least it'll be a natural cause and not a bullet to your head."

He could almost hear your face scrunch up as you thought over that comment.

"What?" Your angelic voice spoke again every so slightly.

"As I said, you shouldn't be out here. Especially by yourself."

Ghost didn't want to act like a prick towards you, but he felt like he had to in order to keep his feelings from getting the better of him. He saw your mood change in the corner of his eye.

"Well, I am not by myself now, am I?"

Your comment made him turn his head towards you. He took in your appearance. You were wearing nothing more than a white long sleeved shirt and joggers, with no tactical gear or guns on you, making you look incredibly vulnerable yet so simply beautiful.

Ghost wasn't used to people talking back to him, especially not in a sassy way. The fact that that feisty remark came from you surprised him, but also ever so slightly turned him on. Your hard nipples shining through your shirt really didn't help. When he felt his pants tighten around his crotch, he tried switching off all emotions, despite really not wanting to. He simply couldn't feel this for his subordinate.

A small moment of silence passed before you spoke up again.

"I don't think I've properly introduced myself yet. I'm Viper," you tell Ghost, extending your hand.

As if he didn't know who you were. You didn't need an introduction. You had been stuck in his head all day.

Ghost wanted to take your small hand in his, shake it as gently as possible, and feel how soft it was. But he'd get hard. He was already so close to getting hard. Even though you wouldn't have seen it in the dark, he refused to let his dick take over his mind. Instead, he just looked at your extended hand and refused to shake it.

"I know who you are." He simply tells you while returning his gaze forward. Ghost tried so hard to keep himself composed, to not let his interest in you show through in any way. Your presence so close to him made it incredibly difficult to do so. It annoyed him that you were influencing his mind so easily. He had years of practice with switching off his thoughts, but here he was, unable to switch them off at all.

Ghost sees you dropping your hand in the corner of his eye. You didn't look too pleased with his behaviour.

"Alright then. And you are?" you ask him, clearly annoyed.

Should he answer as a normal person would? You're just being nice for Christ's sake. Instead, Ghost again opted for his most trusted way of speaking. With no emotion and zero fucks.

"You just called me your lieutenant, so I think you are very much aware of that."

"Well, if it's not safe to be out here then why are you here?"

"That's classified."

Ghost hears an odd sound coming from your direction, one that makes his head turn towards you. Did you just snort? If anything, the last thing he tried to be is funny.

"Well, if you say so. Don't you need sleep?"

Why are you being so nice? He doesn't want you to be nice. Despite his behaviour, you still want to talk to him. He just wants you to leave him alone, for his own sake. On the other hand, he also really doesn't want you to go anywhere. Your presence calms him for some stupid reason, yet his heart is racing like a horse. Then what the fuck do you want, Simon?

"I don't sleep."

"Then how are you alive?"

"I barely am."

Ghost's comment made you silent. Your eyebrows furrowed as you thought of what to say to that. What he said wasn't true, but it also wasn't completely false either. He was alive, but he didn't feel alive. He hadn't felt alive for years. He was damn good at his job, but it also made him a cold-hearted son of a bitch. Killing came as easy to him as brushing his teeth. It made him emotionless, but now he was feeling a thousand emotions at once.

You were silent for a hot minute, making him think that you finally had enough of him. When you opened your mouth to speak again, Ghost closed his eyes in defeat.

"What is your-"

"Why are you asking me so many bloody questions?"

Again, he regretted saying that. He secretly enjoyed your interest in him. There was no need for him to be so rude, but it was the only way he could get you to despise him so you wouldn't come too close. Self-protection was one of the first things he thought of in situations like this.

"Why are you being so rude?"

Because I can't fucking feel this for you, Ghost thinks. He pushes himself off the wall, slowly making his way over to you. With every step he takes, he can feel his heartbeat accelerate. He breathes out heavily, trying to suppress the roaring feeling in his chest.

Ghost stops a few feet away from you, his physique towering over you. He is completely engulfing your small body with his shadow, making you invisible to anyone behind him. You look up at him with big eyes, unsure of what he's going to do. Your beautiful eyes amaze him the second he stares into them, making him hold his breath for a couple of seconds before speaking up.

"I'm straight to the point, not rude. Get used to it."

You give Ghost a challenging look while crossing your arms in front of your chest. You're not showing any sign of fear, which is something he's used to when he towers over people. You look confident, staring at him like this. It makes him feel less like an authority.

"Any other things I need to get used to?"

Your sudden comment snaps him out of his fixed gaze on you.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, don't apologize. As your new partner, are there any other things I should be aware of while working with you? Or is that classified too?"

Jesus Christ.

You're sarcastic too. Could you possibly get any better? Or could it possibly get any worse for him? A small smirk appears under his mask, one you can't see. He tries to shake off the slight amusement your comment gave him.

"I didn't need a partner in the first place."

"Yeah, me neither. But it seems like we're stuck with each other until Hassan has a bullet in his skull. Then I can fuck off back to America and you can continue your harsh ways as you please."

Ghost's face softens when he hears those words fall from your mouth. He knows that the new soldiers joining the Task Force won't be around forever, but for some reason, he feels a slight dismay at the thought of you leaving when the mission is completed. How am I supposed to get to know you in such a short amount of time?

Ghost instantly tells the little besotted devil on his shoulder to shut the fuck up for the millionth time today. 

"So, grumpy because working together with me. Noted." 

You're still talking to him. The fact that you're doing so without any signs of fear or shakiness in your voice makes him feel some type of way. He's not used to having normal conversations with new people without them stuttering or looking away from him. But no, not you. You are staring right back at him, challenging him even. Making him feel like he isn't the one in charge here.

"Listen, just follow orders and don't annoy me. Right now, you're starting to do a pretty good job at the latter already." 

That wasn't entirely true, and he knew that all too well. You didn't annoy him at all. Ghost liked your attention, your interest in him. What annoyed him was how his once self-contained mind was betraying him. He had been able to completely ignore all the feelings of affection for years. Years. And here he was, losing all of this ability in a matter of hours.

He turns around and takes his stance back against the wall, lifting his right foot to rest on it while crossing his arms. You huffed, letting out an irritated laugh.

"Christ, ever heard of sarcasm?"

I know it's sarcasm dear, but I can't give in to it.

"Sarcasm or not, it's still annoying. It's interrupting my duties."

He didn't have any duties at this hour. Not any physical ones at least. The moment of confused silence after he said that indicated that you noticed that too. 

"Well, good thing you don't have any right now then."

"Who says I don't? Just because you don't see them doesn't mean I don't have them."

That was a stupid thing to say. Someone who thinks twice about that comment can easily detect what he means by that. Ghost is slightly relieved when you don't question him about it further, giving him the perfect opportunity to end the conversation. As much as he doesn't want to stop talking to you, he has to. To protect his own arse.

"You're playing with your own safety by being out here. Go back inside. That's an order."

Ghost refrained from looking at you while he said that, afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of you. He continued to stare ahead, silently praying that you just would just walk away without saying another word. But of course, that's not who you are. Instead, Ghost sees you positioning your hand against your temple in the corner of his eye. Seconds later, you salute him, a bitter smirk on your face.

"Aye, aye, captain, I mean, lieutenant."

His eyes slightly widen as he turns his head towards you again. You've finally turned around to walk away, giving him the perfect opportunity to comprehend what just happened. 

You weren't scared to talk to him. You didn't have any fear in your eyes when you looked at him. You challenged him. You even mocked him. But most importantly, you were interested in him. Why the hell were you interested in him? 

He simultaneously loved and hated everything about that conversation. About you. The way your voice sounded. The way your mouth moved. The way you spoke back to him. The way his rank fell so gracefully from your lips. The way your eyes hinted at him as if you begged to be-

The loud slamming of the door snapped him out of his thoughts. It wasn't until that moment that he felt that the incredibly tight sensation in his pants had returned. He looked at his crotch. He was hard. Rock hard.

Fucking hell, Simon. Pull yourself together.

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a/n: Another chapter, it's been a while! This is also a bit of a filler chapter, but I really wanted to write how Ghost experienced his first meeting with Viper so that his feelings are more clear :) Sorry for the long wait in between chapters guys, my schedule's hectic and I was dealing with a bit of writer's block for the past week :/ It is gone now (I think lol), so I hope to be able to write and upload more chapters soon! Thanks so much for reading, I really appreciate it <3taglist: @beezerbug @sweetybuzz25 @liueskii @pasta-m1lk

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Simon "Ghost" Riley X Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter Twelve)

summary: König and Ghost fight for (Y/N)'s amusement and affection. Afterwards, a talk about boundaries is had.

warnings: fighting, boundaries being discussed

word count: 2,1K

Simon placed the mask he had come to get familiar with over his head, his eyes closed as he breathed in the familiar irony scent of the mask. No matter how much he washed it, the stench of blood would never leave it. It grounded Simon in Ghost and made him realise what truly mattered and what he was. A machine. Only there to serve. Where he had previously been fully loyal to Price alone, Ghost was now owned by (Y/N) as well, the tight leash around his neck even shorter than before. He was choking at the hands of the men who swore they would protect him and Ghost wasn’t going to stop them. 

The training room looked ancient, older than most of the pits Price had gotten them to train in. Ghost wouldn’t be surprised if this location hadn’t been updated since the 1960s. Though he didn’t mention it. 

He glanced briefly at the man across the room. His face was covered in a sniper hood making it near impossible to see his eyes, though Simon was fully aware that that man's eyes, Königs eyes, would match his own. Deadly and calculating. A low, almost possessive growl threatened to break through his lips but once again, Ghost stopped himself. He was in control of everything. He was a machine, not a beastly animal. 

Ghost looked towards where (Y/N) was sitting on a chair, his legs were spread wide and he himself was leaning back. A smug smirk played on his lips as he watched the two men get ready. Ghost didn’t doubt the man fully enjoyed them both fighting for his attention.

It should worry Ghost, no… it should worry Simon but Ghost didn’t care. He was used to serving monsters like Price. He had more blood on his hands than any one person should. Despite his inner turmoil, Ghost stepped onto the fight mat. 

König stepped up as well, his clothes were skintight, allowing no gripping or throwing with it, he was taller than Ghost, yet was skinnier, not nearly as heavily defined as Ghost. He was a giraffe, an animal that shouldn’t be as underestimated as it was. 

Both men waited patiently before (Y/N) leaned forward. “Pinning the opponent for 10 seconds means winning. 3… 2… 1. Fight!” 

Ghost went in right away with a punch to König’s gut, which was easily blocked. König headbutted him causing them both to groan and step back. 

Simon sent a kick towards König’s stomach which impacted, sending the other man staggering back, his breathing heavy and laboured. König raised his hands before motioning for Ghost to come at him. 

Ghost moved in close with a hit towards König’s exposed size. He was blocked and got a knee to his stomach punching the air out from his lungs before König elbowed him in the face. Ghost felt the hard plastic part of his mask crack slightly. 

Ghost grew angry. No one fucked with his mask and got away with it. He took as deep a breath as he could as he staggered back before sending another swift kick into his stomach. He managed to land the kick, sending König staggering back. He didn’t hesitate to throw a side punch, it landed effectively, he heard a resounding crack and stepped back. Their fight was entertainment, he reminded himself. He didn’t need to look at (Y/N) to know he enjoyed it. 

König lifted his hood and spit out a tooth and some blood before charging at Ghost. He jumped up and wrapped his legs around Ghost’s waist, sending them both tumbling into the floor. 

Ghost's head hit the mat with a crack, the world around him blurred but he couldn’t lose to König. König was hunched over him, legs still trapped beneath him. Ghost groaned and sent punch after punch, although weakened, directly into Kåonig’s ribs. He smirked under the mask as the taller man grunted and sat up, effectively straddling Ghost but pinned underneath his body as his legs were caught underneath Ghost’s weight. 

Ghost wrapped his legs around König’s waist and sat up with ease. The motion sent König into the floor as he was now pinned. Simon felt punches hit his shins in what would normally be a painful movement but with the dizziness of whatever head injury he sustained he didn’t feel it at the moment. 

Ghost grabbed a hold of König’s legs and moved one of his own legs aside as he forced König onto his stomach and onto the floor. Before Ghost managed to pin him, König tore his leg away and kicked Ghost in the chest, making him fall back on his ass. Both men scrambled up from the prone floor. 

König sent a punch directly towards Ghost’s mask again. Ghost sidestepped, grabbed his arm and turned around, he threw König over his shoulder and let him fall down with maximum damage to him. He knelt down beside König, grabbed his arm and leaned his full weight over him as he pinned his arm in place while leaning over his body. 

König struggled against him as Ghost looked towards (Y/N). (Y/N) leaned forward with a lustful look in his eyes. For once Ghost didn’t feel like a prey trapped in his eyes but rather as someone seen as an equal to him. It made Ghost proud as he counted out loud to ten. Once he reached 10, König stopped struggling and sagged in defeat. 

Ghost let him go and stood up, he spared him no thoughts or mind as he headed towards (Y/N). He knelt before him and took his mask off. 

(Y/N) took a knife out and placed it on either side of Simon’s shoulders. “You are the winner, your reward will be rewarded to you in full.” He said.

Simon smiled proudly, his confidence raising a bit. “I hope you are proud of me.” He said hopefully. 

(Y/N) leaned forward and kissed him, his tongue slipping into his tongue and claiming Simon as his own in ways that no one else would know about. He pulled away with a smirk. “I am very proud of you, my Simon.” 

Simon smiled widely and for the first time in years ignored the way his cheeks pulled awkwardly when doing so. Simon stood up before (Y/N) stood up. He took (Y/N)’s outstretched hand before following him to the bathroom connected to their room. He let (Y/N) sit him down on the edge of the tub while tending to his bruises and the slight cut from where the mask broke that he hadn’t even noticed. Simon couldn’t help but notice just how much lighter he felt. He still carried with him the memories of his past but for once his future didn’t look so bleak. 

“What are your plans once this is all over?” He asked, not once taking his eyes off the other. 

“Work with and learn from my father, possibly connect to more people who can help us, and bring in people whom I trust to strengthen our ranks. Connect with the people working for us, make sure they know who I am.” He said with a softness that Simon knew he was the only one privy to. 

“Sounds like good plans, but people won’t trust you if you bring anyone in quickly,” Simon said as he sighed. 

“I will wait with that until I take over, a few people in mind, though firstly we will need to deal with Hassan, he is still a threat to Father and us all, I think, that if we can bring his head in for all to see, then no one would think twice about the mysterious son making an appearance. I will probably still have to prove myself to a few people so that would mean I will attach some fear to my name then, they will learn about La Morte, and maybe I will contact my Tia Val, she and her husbands are more than willing to come for a visit, though father doesn't like her at all.” He chuckled at that. 

“Your Tia Val? Who is she? I may have heard about her.” Simon asked with a slight hum. 

“She is cartel, El Sin Nombre.” He said and chuckled. Simon’s eyes widened. 

“Your aunt is El Sin Nombre and wait, you said husbands? Plural?” He asked, his voice confused and a little mistrusting. 

“We aren’t related but when my mother was on a job there she would drop me off, I think she may be my godmother but ehhh, my memory is a bit fussy about that. But yeah, husbands. They are both working in the military, as informants for her and they make sure she has full control of the city. She married Alejandro first, they were very happy together for years but then tío Ale met Rudy and fell completely and utterly in love with him. He begged tía Val to give him permission to bring him into the fold and she gave Rudy a test which he passed fully, with no flaws and mistakes. They have all been together for years now.” (Y/N) explained. “Alright, take a shower and then join me in the bedroom.” (Y/N) said as he pulled away and walked towards the bathroom. 

“Hey, (Nickname),” (Y/N) stopped and looked to Simon, “Thank you…” Simon said. He wanted to say more, to tell him that he knew that (Y/N) had trusted him to win, but somehow he couldn’t get himself to say something so obvious. 

“Of course,” (Y/N) said with a smile and left Simon to shower. 

(Y/N) leaned back on the bed and took out his sketchbook. He made a few rough sketches to finish later on before Simon joined him in the bedroom. (Y/N) looked to Simon and tilted his head. “Simon, I won’t ever force you to do something you aren’t comfortable with.” (Y/N) said as he sat. 

Simon let go a sigh. “I want you, god you are so hot, but not now, I… this is not the right time. I want you a lot, you plaque my dreams and I want nothing more than to follow them.” He said. 

(Y/N) stood up and walked over. He cupped Simon’s cheeks in his hands as he looked deep into his eyes. “Simon, I am not a monster.” Simon doubted that. “Your comfortability matters more than any desire I have. I have two hands and an imagination so any desire can be dealt with alone. It doesn’t matter if you never get comfortable with that type of touch.” Simon didn’t doubt that. 

He leaned into his touch. “Thank you, (Nickname).” He whispered. 

(Y/N) gave a small smile and a nod. “You don’t have to thank me for doing the bare minimum.” Simon knew that was a lie but he didn’t comment on it. He just enjoyed the touch. 

“When we hit civilization again, I need a brace for my arm,” Simon said. 

(Y/N) nodded at that. “That is not a problem, though for now, we can just rest.” He said, keeping his tone soft. Simon was glad he had pleased (Y/N) enough for now. He was sure that with time, he would need to do it more, but for now, it was enough. Perhaps he would still be something (Y/N) would want around when they returned back home.

Ultimately Simon knew that he would never have (Y/N)’s exclusive attention, but the demand had been made to piss off König, to make it seep in that Simon was better than him and worth more to (Y/N) than him. He had proven himself in combat against a man whom he knew was an experienced killer. König, despite not letting people see it, held a nervous edge to him that he hid behind the smugness he showed around (Y/N). Perhaps some of that smugness came from being on his home territory or just being near (Y/N), but Simon saw right through it. The anxiety swirled underneath König’s skin like tendrils of darkness. It choked him when no one was looking and left just enough breathing room for when people were looking. Simon wondered if he had been the same if he didn’t have Ghost to help him out. While the two names were ultimately the same man, there was a difference in them. Ghost was everything Simon wasn’t, and that was okay. But (Y/N) saw Simon and hungered for him just as he hungered for Ghost. Perhaps one day, Simon would feel comfortable enough to be even more vulnerable with his new owner. 

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[angel-of-the-moons]

We gotta give Spider-Medic a raise 😔 With all the work he does he deserves it

ahaha spidermedic x Reader when ??? 👀

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I am vibrating and bouncing off the walls and going feral and losing my mind because Omgggg I'm glad you guys like the relatively faceless Spider-Man enough for this I originally only intended to use him as a filler character so I didn't have to make more 😭😭😭

AND FUCK YEAH *cracks knuckles* I'MMA DO IT

Make Love, Not War

Spider Medic x Spider-Woman!Reader

TW/CW: PTSD, Nightmares, Angst, Pining, Reader does some stupid shit™ just to get alone with him, injury mentions, flashbacks, War PTSD, blood, SMUT, NSFW, oral sex male and fem!Receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (Don't be fools! Wrap your tools!), semi public sex(Does the medical bay at HQ count?) Lyla being a smartass

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Once again, header does not indicate Reader's race, but a story focused on my poor traumatized boi deserves its own header qwq Also this is just a fucking angsty, mindless, horny mess have fun asdfghjkl

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The first thing that hit his nostrils was the smell of churned earth, gunpowder, smoke, and blood.

So, so much blood.

His superiors let him stay enlisted, even after he got bit by that crazy spider, developed his super powers.

If anything, they made him a better medic.

Having your own almost-infinite supply of "bandages", and medical knowledge tends to make you an asset on the battlefield.

He learned how to stitch up wounds and glue them shut with lightning precision, knew how to dodge bullets and mortars, shoot webs and pull soldiers away from grenades or punji board traps... and the pitfalls. Those are always a hit or miss.

In Vietnam there was no such thing as quiet on the battlefield.

The quiet was unnerving. The quiet was bad.

The quiet meant something horrible was about to happen.

One minute he was in the trenches patching up a private who had his shoulder shredded by a sniper round, the next minute his CO who was barking orders at him had half his head blown off.

His brains got everywhere.

On his uniform, on his kit, on the rookie... his blood soaking the ground, watering the disturbed earth like they were a part of a macabre aqueduct.

That's when the gas was deployed.

Not by his allies, but the canisters were tossed into the trenches.

Mustard gas. Of course.

They had mustard gas.

The blisters, the yellowing skin, the coughing, and the burning in the lungs... gas masks were useless.

Shrapnel had hit the kid he was patching up...

All he could do was try and pull the kid he had in his arms to safety, carefully slinging some webs around his midsection to stem the tide of blood threatening to roll from him.

Other soldiers ran by. Young. Not much younger than him, but still...

So young.

Bodies were already lining the trenches as he carried the boy over his shoulder, fleeing into the treeline with what remained of his unit.

He set the bleeding soldier down, feeling blood soak through the silken bandages he'd made for him.

"Fuck." He muttered, digging around in his pack for something, anything to help him.

"Am--am I gonna d-die?" The young man gasped, choking around a mouthful of blood.

"Not if I can help it, keep your eyes open, alright?" He growled, frantically digging in his far too empty bag.

"Please don't let me die. Please don't let me die." The kid begged.

His jaw set tight, he gripped with shaky hands around the tube of glue. A pitiful amount was left.

The boy's eyes got frantic, wide, darting around to the other soldiers who created a semi-circle perimeter around them.

He kept coughing, crying, gasping.

"Please, I wanna go home. I want to see my mom again, I want to see my mom--"

He made the most horrible croaking noise, his chest contracting, before his eyes glazed over and he went silent, crimson dripping out of his mouth like he was a bloody fountain.

"Damn it!" He frantically pressed his fingers over his neck, checking for a pulse.

He pulled him down on the ground, and began chest compressions, his mind going into tunnel vision as all he could think about was getting just one more gasp from the limp body beneath him.

"Parker." The lieutenant sighed, touching his shoulder.

Not again. Not another one. Not somebody's baby.

"Parker." He said, shaking him.

He shook his head, shrugging the arm of his last commanding officer away, fighting to get the kid's heart beating again, his fingers slipping with blood.

The boy couldn't have been more than 19. He should still get the chance to marry the girl he had a picture of in his pocket, the girl who wrote the letter and left a lipstick stain on the bottom of the page telling him how she couldn't wait for him to come home.

He should get to go home, hug his mom. Kiss her cheek, watch her grow old.

He deserved to live.

He deserved to go home, alive. Not in a box, riddled with bullets and shrapnel. Not with a folded up flag, and battered tags.

Not like this.

"Parker!"

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He sat up with a start, breathing heavy and eyes wide as he frantically scanned the room, instinctively reaching for the pistol he no longer carried.

When he saw nobody there, he fell back onto the bed, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he stared at the ceiling.

Right. He was in HQ.

He was in the med-bay.

He wasn't on the battlefield anymore.

He wasn't elbow deep in viscera anymore.

He wasn't watching somebody's child die in his arms anymore.

He draped an arm over his face briefly, before getting up to trudge into the attached bathroom to pull off his mask and stare at his face for probably the first time in days.

It was hard to look at himself, sometimes.

The one who lived. The one who got lucky, possibly at the cost of some kid fresh into his boots.

Survivor's guilt, some called it.

He pulled his gloves off next, splashing some nice cold water on his face to wake himself up, to pull him back to reality.

Once he dried off, he pulled his mask and gloves back on, walking out to grab his helmet before securing it and buckling it safely back in place.

It had a red spider with a white cross on the abdomen.

He wasn't a medical corps-man anymore.

He wasn't some useless PTSD-ridden veteran that they paraded about to showcase the horrors of war.

He was a medic. A damned good one.

He had friends, his job was cushy, he had a purpose. He didn't have to stew in his own madness anymore.

But it was when it was quiet that it got hard.

27 years old, and he felt like he'd lived decades in those trenches. Like he'd lived there his whole life.

Like he was born there. Like he was going to die there.

But, he didn't.

He was here, he was now. Part of something far bigger than he ever could have imagined.

He almost exclusively lived at HQ at this point, not seeing a reason he was needed in his universe anymore.

Miguel assured him there was no risk of an inter-dimensional anomaly, that his universe wouldn't collapse.

Thankfully, he could stay as long as he wanted and his universe wouldn't collapse.

Maybe he was a special case.

He didn't really care. Going back to post-war America was not something he looked forward to.

Going home to an empty house wasn't something he could stand, being left with his own thoughts was torture enough.

"Hey, Med." Lyla chimed, her tiny holographic image appeared above the watch on his wrist.

"Yeah? What is it, Lyla?" He asked, forcing the exhaustion from his tone, to little avail.

"So uhhh... you know the Spider-Woman from 18906?" She grinned.

"Oh dear God what did that woman do now?" He groaned, facepalming.

Lyla leaned on his head like he was a brick wall. The gesture wasn't really necessary, he couldn't feel her do it, but it was for effect.

She checked her nails and hummed.

"Sprained her ankle. Or somethin'." She smirked slowly, her body glitching until she was in front of him, hands now in the pockets of her large coat.

Her eyes glimmered almost, behind those large heart-shaped glasses.

"Just thought I'd give you a heads-up before she limps on in..."

"Ugh, thanks for the warning." He sighed as he changed the bedding and pillowcase with fresh sterile replacements, tossing the blankets he slept in into the bin.

"Tell 'er to come in here. I'm sure it's nothing."

"Want me to make sure nobody interrupts the lecture you're gonna drill into her brain?" She asked, eyebrows waggling.

"Lyla..."

"I'm goin', I'm goin'! You're acting more and more like Miguel every day!"

Before he could retort, telling the little AI she was wrong, she disappeared and he was left alone.

"Ugh."

He groaned and dug out a first aid kit and checked the supplies in this particular suite

The medical wing of HQ was much like a hospital ward. It had ICU suites, private suites, an emergency room where beds were separated by curtains, x-ray...

Everything a respectable medical professional would need.

Respectable. Yeah, right.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the suite slid open, and he turned, crossing his arms at you.

You drove him up the walls with your shenanigans, and how you shrugged your injuries off like they were a drop of sweat. Even the time he had to practically scoop your guts back into you.

You were the bane of his existence in the medical wing, you and Hobie. But moreso you, as you found your way under his hands in some way or another constantly.

"So..." You started bashfully, leaning on the doorframe for support. "Don't get mad..."

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"You mean to tell me you were trying to... to skateboard? While playing a goddamn guitar?" He growled, the eyes of his mask narrowing as he examined your bare, slightly swollen ankle.

His fingers were gentle, turning your foot this way and that, gauging your pain, checking the bruising...

But he had no idea how his touch was affecting you in other ways.

You got made fun of, by some of the other Spiders. Ben Reilly the most. He even outpaced Hobie with how he poked at how down bad you were for this Peter Parker. The one everyone called Spider-Medic. Sure you almost never saw his face, except on a few occasions. Sure, he looked like half the other Peter Parkers; but he had his own "look" that set him apart from the rest, a rugged appearance that made him look unique.

"You probably hurt yourself just to get his attention at this point! Not a good way to spend time with the guy you like, toots." Ben clucked. "You need a better icebreaker."

He wasn't... entirely wrong.

You were accident-prone as hell. You got injured in training, on the job... doing stupid shit with Hobie.

"Well... er. It was for a bet, so--"

He cut you off. "Don't give a damn what it was for. Doing reckless shit like this is childish."

His tone was firm, but not unkind.

He hadn't looked up at you once, and thankfully you were happy you still wore your mask. It hid the blush that crept up your cheeks.

"R.... Right." You mumble, squirming.

"Stop moving, you'll only make this harder." He grunted, reaching into his kit.

You do as he says, letting him wrap your ankle with some gauze and his webs.

His hands were warm, even through his gloves.

"Good girl." He says quietly.

You worked hard to suppress the shudder that went up your spine at that.

"It's barely a sprain. You're lucky. Don't do that kinda shit again." He told you.

"Y-yeah..." You mumble as he stands, crossing his arms and looking down at you.

God, why did you find this man so hot?

He sighed and set the kit down on the bed next to you, sorting the contents neatly again, grabbing excess from the cabinet nearby to restock it.

"So, um..." You try, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"Spit it out, kid. Don't have all day." He says, focusing on his task, meticulously organizing the kit on muscle memory alone.

"I--I am not a kid! You're only like, two or three years older than I am!" You retort.

"Yeah well, I've seen and experienced enough to get you beat by a few decades." He narrowed his eyes at you.

"And doing shit like this? Getting hurt like this? Pretty damn childish if you ask me."

You wilted a bit, twiddling your fingers in your lap silently.

He wasn't wrong... but you weren't the only Spidey that didn't take things seriously all the time.

Like that one who had that Deadpool guy shoved up his ass.

Literally, you sometimes joked. It never ceased to make the guy blush, much to your delight.

Like you were blushing now, red as the parts on his suit...

"I don't mean to... not all the time, I just--"

One of his eyebrows shoots up. "What do you mean all the time? You get hurt on purpose?"

You jolted, realizing how you just let that slip.

"I, uh--I just--what I meant was..." You fumble for the words.

"What the hell are you thinking?!" He snapped, his voice turning as stern as... well, what you assume a drill instructor sounded like.

"Hurting yourself on purpose? What kind of logic goes behind that? What, you trying to get yourself killed?!"

You flinched under the onslaught of words.

"Because kid, if you think that getting yourself hurt will get you out of missions like cutting school, then I don't want to see you in my med bay at all!"

"I--"

"What kind of reckless bullshit is that? If you do this shit intentionally, then you shouldn't be in the Spider Society at all, kid--"

"I do it to come see you, you asshole!" You snap back, unable to take his criticism.

He falls silent, wide-eyed as you continue.

"And stop calling me kid! You think that shit doesn't piss me off? I've tried getting your attention, but the only way you ever look at me is when you're treating me!" You say, everything you've kept bottled up for the past six months reaching its boiling point.

"You never leave the med bay, and when you do--once in a blue fucking moon--is when you go get food from the cafeteria or go talk to Miguel! You never do anything else! Franky, it worries everyone! Not just me! It freaks out fucking Lyla, Med! Lyla!"

You continue to blow it all out. He could swear he could almost see steam coming off of you, like an angry kettle boiling.

"You never talk to anyone other than Miguel or Lyla, except when you're fucking treating someone! I just--I wanted to--You--"

Your shoulders slump and you suddenly deflate.

"You don't... I don't... I can't just--"

He sat silently, staring at you as you reached up, digging the heels of your palms into the lenses of your suit, as if that really did anything to help the tears that wanted to come out.

Fuck, you were one of the emotional ones.

For once, the word "kid" didn't come out of his mouth. Your name did.

And when he said it, he was... gentle. His tone fragile.

"If you've seen what I have... done what I have... you'd understand."

"I may not understand it all, but I want to! I just don't know how to talk to you if I'm not bleeding from somewhere!" You retorted, slapping your hand on the mattress for emphasis.

"You won't even look at me." You say quietly. "Not unless you're patching me up."

He listens to you now, and... shit. Fuck.

He was feeling things.

Feelings. Feelings he hadn't realized he was even feeling until you fessed up.

Feelings he hadn't felt since before he was shipped out.

Before...

Shit, is that why you annoyed him so much? Is that why his skin prickled when he touched you?

This wasn't... he couldn't...

He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve... someone like you. Plucky, happy, so full of life.

And here you were, pouring out everything that's been on your mind, everything about him. And it was breaking his heart.

His hands were moving before either of you even realized it.

He helmet and mask were ripped off and tossed to the floor, the metal clanking a bit too loud. Your mask joined his on the tile, eyes as big as saucers as his mouth found yours, desperate and hungry.

God... you wanted to keep yelling at him but having the mouth of the man you've been pining for for months on yours threw all sense out the window; your hands pawed at each other greedily.

His hands slid around your waist, down, gripping your ass and pulling you against him, grinding his hips into yours with a groan.

Fuck, he was already getting hard. It's been so long...

He rolled the bulge in his pants against your throbbing heat, earning a weak moan from you as his mouth moved down, biting at the skin that shielded your leaping pulse, lips placing frantic kisses at the curve of your jaw, beneath your ear as he continued to grind into you, coaxing himself to full mast as fresh pulses of arousal ping around your stomach like a pinball machine.

His hastily tears his gloves off and drops them on the bed, fingers fumbling for the zipper on the back of your suit.

He tugs it down as you arch yourself against him, pressing your chest against his.

He peels it down to your waist like he's done it a hundred times; and groans deeply when he sees you weren't wearing a bra.

"Fucking hell." He growled, reaching out to pinch and roll your nipple with one hand, while groping your ass with another as your mouths crash together again, all teeth and tongue and just sheer desire.

His kisses were almost like punches, ripping the air and moans from your throat.

If his kisses were punches, you really were feeling punch-drunk right about now.

"Peter." You gasp when he bites at your bottom lip.

He stills for a moment, his mouth at the curve of your neck and shoulder.

"Say my name again." He growled, his voice heady with lust.

He bites down on the soft skin, sending sharp jolts of pleasure arcing through your bloodstream.

"Peter!" You moan breathlessly.

He leans you back, moving to place open-mouthed kisses to your collar bone, licking and nipping as he went, one of his hands groping at your left breast as his teeth close around the nipple on your right.

You moaned out loud as his mouth greedily latched on, his tongue swirling and his teeth pinching your nipple ferociously, trailing his lips across your chest to your other neglected nipple.

"Fuck--" You squeak, feeling his hand reach down to cup your clothed sex.

He could feel the heat there roll off in waves right into his palm, a slight dampness sticking through to his skin.

He groaned into your tit before popping free.

"Lift your hips for me, sweetheart."

You comply, letting him pull your suit down the rest of the way, careful of your bandaged ankle, even if it wasn't hurt that badly.

He hissed out a sigh between his teeth when he laid eyes on your wet and puffy sex, glossy from your arousal; the hair just above cut into a small heart.

God damn, you weren't wearing underwear, either.

Did you always wear your suit like this? One bad rip away from bearing it all...

The thought of you fighting like this, your suit getting torn juuuust right had his cock leaking at the mental image.

He didn't waste any time, his mouth immediately went in, his tongue stroking your folds before thrusting and twirling your clit.

He reminded himself of the things he'd done before.

'Same old song and dance, remember what you learned...'

And damn did he like how you were squirming.

His hair wasn't long enough to grip, a short, military buzz cut that he kept out of habit. His eyes glazed in the most gorgeous way as they locked glances with yours as his mouth devoured you like he was a starving man.

He lifted his mouth off of you, his chin shiny and slick.

"Fuck, you're so wet. D'you always get like this?" He hissed out, gliding his fingers through your folds, before plunging into your depths and curling in the most delicious way.

You nod, whimpering needily. "C-can't help it... ah--always g-get like this..."

"You're like a goddamned fountain. All this for me?" He breathed, kissing the little dip of your hip bone as he continued to fuck you with his hand, kneeling between your legs like a man kneeling before his god.

And, hell, you were already so close, his long thick fingers worked wonders inside, stroking that little spot inside that had your vision going dark at the edges.

You clawed desperately at him, at the sheets, gripping your hair as you cried out, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

Any woman dumb enough to pass this Peter Parker up was a fucking dumbass. They were missing out.

"P-P-Peter--" You babble out, whimpering pathetically.

"That's it..." He urges you quietly, shifting his body so his mouth was at the shell of your ear, his hand not moving from out of your cunt.

He pressed the heel of his palm into your clit, rolling it in time with your hips and the crook of his fingers as your orgasm crested.

"Good girl... let it out."

You whined loudly, ripping at the green uniform he wore over his suit as your climax slammed into you, your muscles squeezing his fingers so tightly he swore you could probably break them; more of your juices gushing out and soaking his hand and the sheets below.

He breathed heavily into your skin as he slowly moved his fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm until you were calm.

"Fuck." You panted, dropping your head onto the mattress.

"Oh, it'll happen." He sighs, giving you a smirk that creases the corners of his eyes.

You watch as he palms the bulge in his pants, and your hands tug on his shirt.

"Ah, I... c... can I..?" You blunder.

"Sure can, sweetheart." He all but purrs. "Be mindful of your ankle."

You give him a wet hungry kiss before switching places with him, helping him undress and kneeling between his legs.

And the sight that greeted you sent a fresh throb to your cunt.

His cock looked about seven inches, and the girth was enough to make your head spin. Veins swirled up the shaft, his tip vivid and leaking as you gripped it, your fingertips barely touching.

You give him a few pumps, your toes curling at the sounds he let out.

"You ever do this before? I should have asked..." he panted down at you, eyes locking with yours as you kissed his weeping tip.

"Yeah. I've done it a few times." You say.

You're worried about how he'd take that, knowing you weren't exactly innocent. But the look on his face and the way he bites his lip quashes your worries.

"Shit. Alright, babydoll. You lead on this one." He groaned.

You shove down the grin you want to make, instead settling for swallowing his cock as deep as you could, your jaw already straining at the stretch of him. You were really happy you didn't have a gag reflex, right now. Your exes were more than happy to abuse that fact.

You shake of the thought when you hear his voice grow shaky, his fingers gripping in your hair as you bob your head.

"Oh fuck..."

You stroke with your tongue, jerking him with your hand each time you pulled back, the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue.

You weren't afraid to get a little messy, letting saliva drip down to help lubricate your fist, the sounds of you sucking him off and the noises he was making filling the suite rivaling only the raunchiest of porn videos you've perused on the internet.

You weren't the best at blowjobs, but you liked to think you were pretty good.

Your hand cupped his balls gently, as you kept pulling your head back and pushing back down, feeling them tighten in your palm.

"Ah, fuck--" He moaned. "I'm gonna... fuck!"

He tried to pull you back, he really did, but you were a woman on a mission and he just couldn't resist your drive and focus on the task at hand.

He emptied his cock down your throat, his teeth gritting tightly as he tipped his head back, eyes screwed shut and sweat dripping down his brow.

He was stupid as fuck for not noticing how you were looking to him these past few months.

You pull off of him with a lewd pop, and kiss his tip one last time before resting your chin on one of his knees.

You batted your eyelashes and smiled up at him.

"You still alive?" You teased.

He looked down at you and shook his head, petting your hair affectionately.

"You're a little shit. C'mere."

You squeak and giggle when he pulls you up, pressing you down into the sterile-smelling bedding as his mouth finds yours again, tongues dancing as you card your nails through his short hair.

He groans again, a noise you wanted to hear a lot more often.

You part your legs for him, grinning into his mouth as you feel his cock pressing against you, still rock hard and ready to go.

"Aww... you're pent up, huh?" You purr, licking the pulse in his neck.

"Keep it up and I won't give it to you." He growled.

You instantly lay back and bite your lip, looking up at him with a glimmer in your eyes that made his heart flip, being obedient.

His good girl.

Damn, he could get used to calling you that.

He could get used to seeing how your eyes rolled back as he sunk his cock into you with a slow grind of his hips.

"Fuck..." You moaned, the girth of his cock felt bigger inside you than it did in your palm, the stretch toeing the line between painful and pleasurable as you felt the drag of his shaft inside your velvety walls.

He bottomed out inside of you, holding there, his hips flush against yours as he moans deeply in your ear.

"So fucking tight." He grunted, one of his arms next to your head, fisting the pillow as his other hand gripped at your hip, his fingers probably leaving bruises in their wake.

"I... I'm not gonna lie. Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long."

It made him feel a little inadequate, sure, but he wasn't gonna lie to you. It had been ages since he'd last had sex with somebody, and the feel of your mouth and tight pussy were enough to drive any man insane.

"Don't care. Keep going..." You whine, your nails digging into his shoulders as you kiss his jaw.

His eyes rolled back and he turned his head so his mouth could meet yours as he pulled himself out almost entirely, before slamming into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He set a rough and brutal pace for himself, burying his nose in your hair and breathing deeply as he gets lost in your cunt shivering at your nails scratching down the muscles in his back, leaving angry red marks.

You felt tears prickle in your eyes as his cock punched you mercilessly, gliding in and out of your slick walls as he grunted and panted in your ear with wild desperation.

"Oh god, oh fuck--" You squeak out as he takes your hips in both of his hands and pulls you up, pistoning in and out of you like a machine.

He's all but bent in half as he says things to you in your ear, filthy praises about how good you feel around him, how sweet you are, his good you taste, how much better you feel wrapped around him than his own fist.

It was enough to send your head into a tailspin.

"My good girl." He grunted, biting softly at your ear lobe.

You shudder, your muscles clenching around him at what he said, and he makes what can only be described as a whining sound as he slaps his hips into yours, almost disoriented as he pumps you full, fucking you through his orgasm as he paints your velvet walls a sheen of white.

You're both breathing heavy, sweaty, and hot as his cock twitched with the remnants of his almost mind-numbing orgasm.

"Shit." He hissed. "You didn't--"

"I'm fine." You mumbled, brain still fuzzy from the ferocity in which he fucked you.

"Uh-uh." He sighs, keeping his softening cock sheathed inside you as he brings his fingers to your swollen clit, desperately circling the swollen bundle of nerves.

"Wan' you to cum on my cock. Come on, babydoll." He said through gritted teeth, feeling your walls flutter around him.

Your thighs squeezed against his hips as his fingers worked feverishly at your clit, his hips rolling into yours lazily as he dragged his barely half-hard cock in and out, adding extra stimulation.

Your second orgasm came harder than the last one, your whole body almost seizing up as you clawed at his shoulders, your hands falling to grip at his biceps as you babbled incoherently, mumbling his name as you gushed around him, his eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"That's it, sweetheart..." He praised, watching you come undone beneath him.

He dropped down on his elbows, his arms on either side of your head as he caged you in, giving you soft kisses, his lips spelling silent "I love you's" all the way down your neck and back up again.

He rolled off of you, pulling out and tucking you against him as you both basked in the afterglow, feeling small bits of his cum dripping out of you.

"Hey, doc...." You say affectionately, your fingers trailing circles lazily on his chest.

"Hm?" He hummed, his hand toying with your hair.

"What am I gonna do about my sprained ankle?"

"Hnh." He grunted softly.

"Gonna need some bed rest, I think. Here in the med bay, to be safe."

"Oh? And you're gonna take care of me?" You giggle innocently.

"Somebody has to make sure you don't exacerbate your injury."